The sun was setting over the horizon, the birds joyfully as a Firetruck and a small truck drove along a dirt road, heading further into the outskirts of Detroit. The reason Optimus Prime and his son, Valour, were on their way towards the outskirts of the said town was because they were meeting a certain Decepticon leader in a secret place.
Valour was sparked by both the Prime and the Tyrant, which is unfortunate considering the fact that they are in different factions… which makes it rather hard to share visitation rights equally between each parent. But, on this day, Optimus was taking his son to his sparkmate; regardless of their differences.
Valour was rather nervous – since he rarely sees his sire. But, that soon would change, considering he is to live with him now because Prime can no longer keep him. This made both Mechs sad; but they both knew it was best for them. Optimus just hoped Megatron could keep his temper with their son, because he is quite the jokester.
As the clearing came into sight, so did the large grey and red Mech; his arms crossed and his blood red optics narrowed dangerously. Approaching the opposing Leader, the trucks both transformed. Laying optics on the young Mechling before him, Megatron gave him a smile that was almost friendly. Returning a small smile, he averted his helm downwards from being rather shy.
Optimus, however, gave Megatron a level look. "I hope you will take good care of our son, Megatron. Remember, if I find that you have done anything to harm him severely, you will be answering to ME." He snapped; his electric blue optics intense. Megatron's optics flashed crimson; he let his engines rumble in anger.
"Do not command me, Autobot." Even if they were sparkmates, they definitely did not get along, nor were kind to each other. Sneering slightly, he did not answer, only turning to his son. Pulling him into a warm embrace, the smaller Mechling greatly returned the favor.
"Be good, Mechling." Optimus said softly, stroking his helm gently. Valour smiled up at him after parting from his carrier, nodding slightly.
"I'll try." He told him. Smiling once more, Optimus glanced at the large Mech to his right before transforming and driving away, towards Detroit once more. Shifting uncomfortably on his peds, Valour took the chance to look up at his sire. Megatron returned the look before picking up his son; bridal style.
"We will be returning back to my base, Mechling." He informed, activating his thrusters and taking to the air with his son.
Landing gently on the ground, Megatron sat his sparkling before him, to the entrance of the mines. Saying nothing, only casting him a glance, Megatron stalked forwards and into the entrance, Valour closely behind. A metal door closed behind them, causing the younger to flinch and look behind him. Soon, a dim light shown at the end of the long hallway sire and sparkling were walking down.
Advancing into that light, Valour quickly took this as his chance to look around. They lights showing were a dim florescent purple. The room was large, surrounded in walls of hard and rough rock. There was a large oval shape against the middle of the exceedingly large room; the oval surrounded by stairs that lead up to said oval. A large throne was against the wall in the middle of the oval. Over to the right of the throne, there was a large glass dome with computer equipment and various other complicated electronic devises place inside… with a human vigorously at work within the dome.
There also was a large monitor to the side of the throne, with a large control panel set in front of it. It clearly was communication software for others to reach their Leader. Valour's optics took in his surroundings, staring in awe for a second before looking back to his sire, whom had placed himself upon the throne that was clearly his. He held a digit up to the side of his helm, and he opened his mouth to speak.
"Starscream. Come before me and show my son his berthroom; as well as the Rec. room. Now." He snarled; his tone disgusted with the bot he was talking to. The young mech did not hear what the Decepticon's answer was, only Megatron ending the call the settle his optics on his son.
"My Second in Command will be here shortly to show you to your berthroom and where you may refuel when needed." He told him in his rough and deep voice, his optics narrowed, his features not showing any hostility. Nodding shyly, Valour placed his hands to his sides, still looking around the room when Starscream grumpily entered. Turning his attention to the magenta Seeker, he almost winced at how irritated he looked.
"Right this way, youngling." He grumbled, though Valour was barely younger than Starscream. Megatron shot a piercing glare at the Seeker, as well as a vicious snarl forming on his lips.
"Starscream! That is no way to address my charge… Do not make me repeat myself. You will be punished, Seeker." Flinching downwards slightly, Starscream softened his facial expression and cleared his throat, glancing at the agitated Mech that could easily take him over his knee.
"Uh, sorry… Umm, come on… I-I'll show you around, Valour…." He informed nicely, trying to swallow his fear and arrogance. Succeeding, Megatron grunted in satisfaction and reclined in his throne, propping his ped on his left knee and resting his servos on the arms of the large chair, keeping a close optic on Starscream.
Starscream almost sauntered towards a door set off to the side, which was glowing brighter than this room the three were in. The Seeker and former Autobot youngling disappeared out of Megatron's sight. Sighing, the exuberant rather old Mech only hoped Valour wouldn't be much troublesome. He didn't act like he would be a handful. There was enough Starscream as it is.
