A Prince of Vos

by RoboticDragon

Starscream is one of the many offspring of the Alpha Seeker, but he doesn't want to follow any of the rules. No, he has other plans that aren't exactly praised in the strict Seeker society of endless rules. Contains abuse, interface, domestic violence, cussing, and slash.

1. My Sparklinghood

Author's Note: A Prince of Vos is not connected to any of my other fanfics. The same headcanons still apply for everyone, minus Starscream who has a new background. Seeker culture, how Cybertronians reproduce, and most other character backgrounds remain the same as the headcanons I have established. Which all can be read in the final "chapter" of An Attempt to Raise a Sparkling. I encourage you to check out those headcanons that go over Seeker culture, how they reproduce, character bios, and other headcanons, but potential spoilers do exist in some character bios.

A Prince of Vos is filled with violent rapes, suspense, gruesome/graphic torture and fighting, drinking, robot drugs, interfacing, BDSM, family drama, triggering domestic violence, and slash. You have been warned.

Have some tissues at the ready as you read for this story will be an emotional roller coaster. And please fave, leave reviews, and share!

Cybertronian Units of Time (according to IDW):

Astrosecond ≈ .273 of a second
Breem ≈ 8.3 minutes
Cycle ≈ 1 hour 15 minutes
Decacycle ≈ 3 weeks
Joor ≈ hour
Klik ≈ 1.2 minutes
Megacycle ≈ 93 hours
Orbital cycle ≈ 1 Earth day
Orn ≈ 13 days
Stellar cycle ≈ 7.5 months
Vorn ≈ 83 years

Disclaimer: The Transformers universe, names, and characters are property of Hasbro.

OCs are created by me for the sole purpose of this story and any names or scenes similar to other fanfics are simply coincidental. Any ideas or names intentionally taken from other fanfics will be noted at the beginning of any chapters to which the occurrence shall take place.

Enjoy. :)

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Chapter 1

Seekers. A strange lot indeed. Quite different from other Cybertronian races, I would say. What better way to start a story about Seekers than to point out how different we really are. We're sleek, aerodynamic, air warriors all who transform into fighter jets that can go above Mach 3. Impressive, I know. We are a culture built from the need to survive. To battle our enemies and be better than them. To get away from those we cannot defeat, to depend on each other for support and comfort. A frametype forced to change ourselves physically and mentally over the vorns to become the ultimate warriors, survivors, and caretakers of one another. Depending and clinging to only each other, ruled by only our kind. The strongest and fiercest of us, chosen through battle and killing their predecessor. The Alpha. The greatest Seeker. The one who is supreme over the rest of us. The one who cares for us, deals with non-Seekers, and ensures the best for the Seekers.

I am the Alpha. I am Seeker Starscream of Vos, and the Seekers are mine.

My road to this position was not an easy one. Anything but. I honestly never thought I would be the Alpha. But, things happened, and something had to be done, and somehow this was the result of all those actions leading to this final consequence.

How did this happen? What were those actions? Why am I even bothering to write this? Well, there's a lot that needs to be said, and I think others could benefit from my story. It's not an easy one, but this is the story about a prince of Vos and his rise to something no one expected from him.

My story begins at a very, very large table. Well, multiple tables all put together in a massive banquet hall. Royal guards, dressed in their royal garb - which consisted of large shoulder guards, a spiked helmet, battlemask that covered the entire face and only showed their optics, a golden cape, golden cloth that draped over their chestplates, decorative chest armor, a golden chain hanging by either end from the shoulder guards, and a large, bladed spear that also was a laser gun - stood at attention at every pillar, perfectly still. They never moved when at attention, practically living statues.

At the head of the string of tables was a large, blue Seeker, on either side of him two other Seeker mechs. All along the table sat nineteen other adult Seekers, half of them femmes. The rest of the seats were occupied by Seekers between the ages of a few orns to 24 stellar cycles of age. There were eighty-seven of these young Seekerlets, with about eight still inside of some of the adult Seekers.

I sat by one of the femme adults, only five stellar cycles old at this time. I tiredly picked at my energon cube, not entirely hungry despite having been running around playing most of the orbital cycle. Being with the family never made me in the best of moods…

The pompous, always flashing a fake smile, and showing off what's beneath his codpiece is my sire, Skycutter. Yeah, lucky me, right? The two brain dead dolts always glued to his rear end are Turbine and Flare. His original trinemates and the ones he actually loves. I would say they were cool uncles, but it's too early in the story to be lying. The multitude of flocking Seekers following Skycutter would be his harem, or breeding mates that he took. Some he stole from other trines, some were single, some he had been eyeing since they were still young. Now they are all his frag toys and it's rare when his spike isn't in one of them. Incredible he can even walk without thrusting his hips... Currently he has nineteen of them, but fear not, the number grows. After all, everything is about being better, isn't it? My carrier is one of his breeding mates, Moonlight. My constantly growing aunts and uncles are Skyraider, Nightstrike, Hypersonic, Sweepback, Hailstorm, Ventral, Nebula, Windraider, Cinder, Galaxy, Starblade, Phantom, Nova… And there are more but I'll get to them later. But, the true scary part of this story is the number of whiny siblings I am forced to deal with. No, I'm not the youngest, nor the eldest. I am a cursed middle sparkling, which most would assume is fine and dandy, given how you are not overly spoiled to the point of becoming hated by all, nor are you the test subject of your creators' parenting skills. No, the true hell of being a middle sibling is simply the fact you are forgotten. How so? Well, when you're eldest you get all the attention until someone else comes. When you are youngest you are always the center of attention. When middle you are looked over. And when you are a middle creation of - you might want to sit down - a hundred and thirty-eight, you most certainly get overlooked. I am a middle creation even to my carrier, having been the third one she popped out. In fact, where I am beginning my story she is carrying again. My uncles and aunts were almost always carrying. I sometimes thought they had to in order to simply live. There were always newly emerges, always a screaming sparkling, always having to learn to share with another greedy bastard of a sibling, and always, always, always finding myself being told to not shove them down the trash compactor. You would think they wouldn't make a big deal about it when it was only one time to a half sibling. But apparently spilling engine grease in my mouth was a more acceptable act than the right to have that fragger crushed into a cube. The political system of large families was and always will be the worst. Basically, the justice system aims to turn the middle creations into the criminals, the eldest into scholars, and the youngest into Primus' perfect angels. And being the spawn of one of the breeding mates only made me lower on sire's list. I don't believe he was even present for my birth. Or maybe he was too busy impregnating another aunt or uncle that night to care. Whatever the reason, here I was suffering with an army for a family. And by 'army' I mean a constant bickering, screaming, insulting, group of fragging morons who could only agree on how their shared hatred of grounders. But everything else was a debate, a struggle, a fight for dominance. Woe be to anyone who simply questioned Aunt Cinder's choice in curtains.. They were ugly. But don't tell her that or else you would get an audio receptor full. And don't anyone tell uncle Sweepback that his color scheme was vomit inducing. You might just end up recharging on the balcony. Which I sometimes wished I could do just to escape the constant screeching from the younger siblings.

If Primus intended for families to be this large he would have never given sparklings such short fuses. I found myself in the corner enough for kicking the faces of my annoying brothers and sisters. I don't regret any of it, never. It was always deserved and I couldn't care less what the lecture was about 'loving your siblings, do unto others, and count to ten.' Fight me, glitch. I stopped listening to adults long ago. And I would say it was this rebellious attitude from a young age that turned me into the person I am now. A good person? Hardly. I will see jail enough in the future. But, for now, here's the story of how I got from kicking my screeching, sparkling brother's face in, to the Alpha and leader of the Seekers.

I still don't regret breaking his jaw.

"Are you not hungry, sweet spark?"

I looked up at my carrier, wing stubs perking. She looked tired. She always did. But when you had to take care of several sparklings, were sparked a lot of the time, and used simply for breeding… one tended to be tired all of the time.

"Not really…" I muttered, choosing to hug her instead.

Her servo rested on my backplates, holding me close to her. I never felt safer than when she held me.

"You don't have to refuel now if you aren't hungry. I'll set it aside for later." She said quietly before kissing my brow. "Do you want to go play some more with your siblings?"

I poked at her abdominal plating. I had a sibling inside of there, growing bigger until he or she could come out and cause me more helm aches. I slowly shook my helm, not wanting to spend anymore time with my siblings. It was time to be with my carrier. And I would take advantage of all the time I could be with just her.

My siblings were finishing up their energon and running off to play games, while the older ones went to their rooms to lock themselves away from the rest of the world. Why deal with your siblings when there are friends online to talk to? I just stayed with my carrier, holding onto her, poking at her transformation seams, and watching what everyone else was doing.

Once it was just the adults and the very youngest of my siblings, the sparklings and younglings all still nursing and not allowed to be out of sight of their carriers, my sire stood up. He did his rounds of walking to each of his breeding mates, kissing them on the lip plates, telling them to have a good night's recharge, how much he loved them, and asking if they needed anything. He kissed and said a good night to the sparklings, and saw off the carriers, his servos always touching his breeding mates. They were his, and he didn't hide it from anyone.

Sire finally came around to carrier, his massive servos touching down her breast plates, her sides, and her wings, gently feeling her as he kissed her on the lip plates. She kissed back, but not very enthusiastically. She never did.

"I love you, Moonlight." He said lovingly, firmly. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired…" She vented, a dainty servo petting the top of my helm. "The little one is starting to really take my energy away."

"That means our newest sparkling is growing." He smiled. "Probably another mechling. Starscream took all of your energy away when you were carrying him."

"He did." She hugged me close. "Look at him, now. He's getting huge."

Sire turned to me. "Yeah, he is. Going to be as big as his old mech. Aren't you?"

I didn't answer. I wasn't scared of my sire, I just didn't know him as well as I knew my carrier. I did love him. He was a great sire. He did love his sparklings. A lot. And he cared for us so deeply, pampered us, and was so kind to us. I really did love him. And I felt safe with him. That was his job, anyway. The trineleader, the Alpha, protecting his subordinates and creations. And I always knew he would do just that.

He picked me up and held me against his broad chest. I squirmed as he pecked a kiss to my cheekplates, something I never did like. That was for carrier to do, not sire!

"How are you doing, son?" He asked, those massive wings of his perking.

"I'm alright." I replied, not looking at him, but instead picking at his outer cooling fans. He frame was so fascinating to me. I never saw a Seeker as large as him. He was bigger, taller, broader than all my aunts, uncles, and the guards. A giant to my young processor. And when I was held by him, or sat on his lap I was reminded just what a colossal Seeker I had for a sire. So I was always messing with his frame when I got the chance.

"Just alright?" He tilted his helm ever so slightly. "Not awesome? Wonderful? Fantastic?"

I shook my helm.

"You should be. Sire is holding you." He then gave me some rapid fire kisses to my neck, eliciting a giggle from me. I struggled to get away, but there was never any escaping sire. He was just too strong. He was just this force that couldn't be stopped. Nothing, no one, could defeat him in anything. "There's my mechling." His smile grew. "Who do you love?"

"Carrier!" I proclaimed, then snickered.

"Carrier? Just carrier? What about me? You love me, right?"

I nodded before hugging his neck. He gently hugged me back, fluttering his wings. I tried to copy that, but my wings just jerked about.

"Love you so much, Starscream." He kissed my cheekplates again. "You recharge well tonight. I'll see you in the morning."

"Okay, sire!" I hugged him again before he handed me back to carrier.

Moonlight took me, now standing, and held me on her hip. Her and sire shared another kiss on the lip plates, his one servo snaking behind her to give her aft a gentle squeeze. She rolled her optics, playfully pushing him back.

"Not until the sparkling is out." She reminded him quietly.

"I can't wait." His engine purred, winking at her. "Rest well, my love. I'll see you in the morning.

"See you then, Skycutter."

With that said, carrier departed, carrying me still. The palace was, what felt like to me, infinitely massive. Hundreds of berth rooms so each creation of sire's had their own room, all the breeding mates had their own quarters, and rooms for the guards as well. There was a weapons room, the throne room, sire's room, a painting room, practice room for learning how to fight, a room for everything. And all of the rooms for our classes. We had tutors come in and teach us our lessons. We never needed to leave the palace for anything.

Down the core of the tower was an empty space. A hole that goes down the entire length of the building. The adults and adolescent Seekers just flew up and down this hole to get to the other floors. There were elevators for us younger ones who could not fly yet, and the grounder visitors sire would have.

Carrier stopped at this hole, activated her thrusters, and carried me down it until she arrived to the floor her quarters were on. She landed, continued walking down the many hallways and past guards, then put in her code and entered the room.

Like the other rooms, it had a berth, a desk with a computer, a couch, large vid screen, a closet with storage units, some cabinets, shelves, and a personal washroom. Carrier had her room decorated with crystals, posters, and small figurines. Datapads were also on the shelves because she loved reading, and there was a crib in the corner. My old crib.

"Hey, carrier." Quickstrike set down the game she was playing, wings perking.

"Hey, sweetie." Moonlight sat on the berth beside her, placing me on her lap. "I'm going to get some recharge. You can stay up a bit longer if you want to."

"I'm fine."

"Get the lights for me?"

Quickstrike hopped off the berth and did just that. Carrier lied down on the berth and placed me beside her. I curled into her chassis, snuggling against her. Quickstrike got into berth as well, but not touching us. She was ten stellar cycles and a big femme. Well, at that time I considered her a big femme. She didn't need to snuggle with carrier.

Carrier held me, as she always did, her intakes quiet, calming as she drifted into recharge. My optics offlined, just listening to my sister and carrier cycle air. Then, carrier held me closer, her faceplates burying into my frame. She didn't do it every night, but for many, she would softly cry, using me or my siblings to comfort her. I hugged her, not knowing why she did this. I didn't learn why until I was older. And I would find myself doing the same thing when I was her age.

For being a prince and growing up in a palace… There were many coolant tears shed, many hard times, and what I would later realize was abuse going on.

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"Come on, Starscream!"

I ran as quickly as my short legs could carry me. The palace was absolutely massive, and even though we were only playing on one level of it, it was still quite a journey to get from one side to the other.

"I'm coming!" I panted, huffing loudly until I arrived at my destination.

Wings all perked at me when I stopped, my older siblings not really amused of how long it took me.

"Took you long enough." Strikeblade grunted.

"Sorry…" I drooped my wings. Strikeblade was 11 stellar cycles old and a lot bigger than me. He was from one of my aunts.

"We shouldn't be doing this." Cirrus apprised, her wings giving a slight flick. She was also from an aunt.

"Oh, shut up." Stormbreaker snapped. "What else are the guards for but to be pranked."

"What are we doing?" I perked my wing stubs, getting closer to my larger half siblings.

"We're gonna dump this slimey goo on the captain." Stormbreaker smirked as he held up a bucket.

I stood on the tips of my peds to see inside. It was a greenish, thick liquid that had a putrid odor. I scrunched my faceplates as I quickly stepped back. "Ew!"

My brothers just chuckled. They enjoyed getting reactions out of me as long as they were negative in some way.

"So, what do I do?" I inquired, excited to get this prank started. The captain of the guard was a bit of a grouch and I'd seen him give floggings to the other guards before for misbehaving. I didn't like seeing the guards hurt, even if they made mistakes. After all, they protected us every astrosecond of every orbital cycle and made me feel safe. They helped us whenever they could and I considered some of them friends. Pranking him was immensely enjoyable. And I must admit I never regretted any of the pranks we pulled on him.

"You need to lure him out so we can dump the slime on him." Strikeblade instructed. "We'll be on that seal there." He pointed above at a window that did have a large shelf in front of it. Obviously meant for some sort of decorations, but it was barren. "When he comes over, we'll dump it on him and then we run. Just make sure you get him right under us. So you'll have to be close."

I nodded, a smile spreading over my young visage. "Okie dokie!" I exclaimed, my wing stubs fluttering again. "I'll go find him!" And with that being said I skipped off to fetch the victim.

It didn't take me long to find him. He was berating a guard nearby sire's quarters. Something about not standing at proper attention or whatever. I approached and poked at his shin guards.

"Hey!" I shouted up, relentlessly poking him.

He ceased his lecturing to look down at me, wings raised in respect. "Yes, sir? How may I be of service?"

I giggled, servos clasped together and wings fluttering. I always did love how even when a sparkling I could order them to their death. Or, to go to another city to fetch me the toy I always wanted. Sometimes, being a prince was amazing.

"I need you to come with me! I wanna show you something!" I tugged at his cape before holding my servo up to him.

"As you command, young sir." He inclined his helm, hesitated, then gently took my servo that I offered him.

I pulled him along, skipping eagerly to where the trap was. He knew something was up, but he had orders to obey. I outranked him. Hell, I outranked him since I was conceived. And he had no choice in the matter.

I took him to the spot, making sure he was as close as possible, then giggle up at him. I took a couple of steps back and watched, knowing I was going to enjoy this.

The slime came down, but it didn't hit the captain. No, it all fell on me, followed by the thunderous roar of several of my siblings laughing. I just stood there as the green goo fell over me, coating me, and seeping into my seams. I was frozen. Shocked by what happened. My first thought was that perhaps they missed, but the jeers soon confirmed otherwise.

"What a dumbaft!"

"Take that, Starscream!"

"Fragging idiot!"

"Gonna go cry to your carrier, now? Carrier sparkling!"

"Carrier sparkling! Carrier sparkling! Carrier sparkling!"

I looked up, seeing my siblings yelling at me, mocking me, calling me such terrible words they weren't even supposed to be saying. I looked up at the captain, who was already on his knees and ready to help me, but I only scrunched up my faceplates and began to wail loudly. I shoved his servos away when he reached for me, and ran. Coolant was pouring from my optics as I slipped around, fleeing from everyone. I needed to get to the one person who could take care of the bullies.

I stopped by a guard near the center of the tower and reached up, wanting him to hold me. "Sire!" I cried between loud bawls. "P-please!"

"Yes, sir." The guard picked me up, holding me close to his chestplates before activating his thrusters and flying up.

He quickly took me to the top level and carried me to the door to the throne room. I shoved at him until he put me down. The two guards at the door quickly opened it for me, and I ran inside, still crying so hard. It seemed like forever until I finally arrived at the dais, climbed up it, on all fours a couple of times, and then found the throne. I clambered up the legs of my sire and onto his lap. Another sibling of mine was already there, but I shoved her aside to wrap my arms around sire's neck and cling to him, still crying my spark out.

Those powerful arms held me close, his guttural engine growling loudly, reverberating against my little frame. Warm exhales caressed the top of my helm, then his strong, soothing, and loving vocalizer sounded.

"What happened, Starscream? Who did this to you?"

It took me a moment before I was able to pull away and stutter some words out. "S-Strikeblade a-and Stormb-breaker!" I knew Cirrus was not involved. She never would do something like this. They lied to her too. "Th-they dumped goo on me!"

Turbine handed sire a cloth from his subspace, which sire accepted and began to wipe my faceplates clean. He was so much bigger and stronger than carrier, but he was just as gentle when caring for his creations. I soon could see him clearly, and his trinemates standing at attention on either side of the throne. My sibling, Vector, who was only three decacycles old, curiously watched me, his miniscule fist stuffed in his mouth.

Sire continued to wipe me clean, having to use several clothes before he finished. He pressed a kiss to my cheekplates, his engine purring loudly to comfort me. "I'll handle them, sweetspark." He said quietly before pressing his brow against mine, just having a moment with his son. I wiped at my optics, finally calming down. He faintly smiled at me, his wings perking. I forced a smile back, instinctively copying his wings with mine.

"Who loves you?" He inquired.

"You and carrier." My smile grew.

"That's right." He nuzzled his olfactory sensor against mine. "More than anything."

I just smiled for a moment, knowing it was true. Then my smile faded. "Sire?"

"Yes, son?"

"Why does carrier cry?"

The question upset him, for his wings lowered slightly and his smile was replaced with a serious expression. He didn't answer immediately, but when he did his vocalizer was a bit firmer, more of his commanding self then my soft plated sire. "Your carrier doesn't appreciate certain things that I have given her. It's taking her time to adjust to changes in her life."

"What changes?"

"Your carrier lived quite differently before I took her as mine. But she's better off here with me. She's safer, and she will be able to have strong, healthy, brave sparklings like you, that only I can put in her." He paused. "It's complicated adult stuff. You'll understand better when you have grown and experienced and learned more about life."

"I want to know now."

"Some knowledge is too heavy for little processors to carry."

"My processor is strong enough."

He chuckled, then hugged me close. "I know it is, Starscream. But give it time to become even stronger. That way, it can carry many weights at once, and not just one heavy one. There's nothing wrong with waiting to carry certain knowledge. It will wait for you. And some of it is best left untouched."

"I want to know everything."

"So does everyone." He kissed my brow.

I reached up and grabbed his crown, pulling it off his helm. He helped me remove it, then placed it on my helm. It didn't fit, slipping down my brow until it covered my optics. He lifted it up just enough so I could see him, his grin so loving, so gentle, so everything one could want to see on their sire's faceplates.

I couldn't help but smile back at him. "I love you, sire."

His wings fluttered. "I love you more, Starscream."

"I love you… This much!" I spread out my arms to show him just how much I meant.

"And I love you to the stars and back." He pulled me against his chestplates, his body so warm against mine.

I giggled, hugging my sire's neck. "You're the best sire."

"I try to be." He stroked my backplates lovingly. "I really do." He added quietly.

I knew he did. There was no doubt that he wanted to be the best and he did whatever he could to be the most loving, protective, caring, and best sire that he could. And I'm grateful for that every orbital cycle of my life.

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Sire carried me down the center of the tower, his heel thrusters loudly rumbling below me. Ventral had come by a bit ago to take Vector to be nursed and then put to recharge, giving me some time alone with my sire before he decided to take me to carrier. His trinemates came with him, as always, which annoyed me because sometimes I just wanted my sire to myself.

Sire landed on the level where carrier lived and carried me to her quarters. I still wore his crown, both servos holding it in place. He was so strong that I knew he could never drop me, so I didn't feel the need to hold onto him, even when he flew. I just watched him, his optics were orange, almost reddish, which was unusual for Seekers. We tend to have either red or yellow optics, but sire was in the middle there. Only a servoful of my siblings ever got his optics. I had my carrier's optics, but I had his faceplates. Well, the chin and cheekplates. I had my carrier's olfactory sensor. I looked more like my sire than my full siblings did, but I took from carrier personality wise more.

Skycutter stopped at Moonlight's room and knocked before opening it. His trinemates stayed outside as he closed the door behind him. He didn't always let them follow him into a breeding mate's room. I later would learn it was to ensure they wouldn't get too comfortable going into those rooms. The breeding mates were sire's, not anyone elses to use. While he did allow breeding mates to interface with each other to ensure they stayed pleasured when he couldn't satiate them every night, he was strict that his trinemates could not touch them unless he was present. He had to make sure that the only sparklings being born were his. If they weren't, the sparklings would be killed and the cheaters…. They would wish they were killed as well after he got through with them.

Thankfully, no one dared to defy sire and every breeding mate made sure to bear only his creations. It made there be a little less drama in our lives.

"Hello, Moonlight." Sire spoke as he approached her.

Carrier looked up from where she sat on the berth, her wings perking up. "Hey, Skycutter. What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong." He pressed a kiss to her lip plates, savoring a moment with her. "How are you feeling?"

"Alright. Our little one has been kicking a lot this orbital cycle." A delicate servo rested over her abdominal plating. "She wants to see her sire already." She faintly smiled.

"She? I'm pretty sure there's a mechling in you." He smirked, sitting beside her.

"Maybe. We'll have to see." She leaned against him, tired from the sparkling.

Sire took her servo in one of his, and with the other held her chin. He kissed her on the lip plates, just holding it there, showing her as much affection as he could with me around. He was very affectionate with all of his breeding mates.

"Some of my creations pulled a prank on Starscream. He's a bit upset about it, but don't worry. I'll go talk to them."

Moonlight's wings lowered before she took me from sire and placed me on her lap. I was encased by the protective arms of my carrier, feeling only the true aggression and protectiveness a carrier could have for their creations. Her engine growled softly, and I couldn't help but smile. Carrier would kick all the afts for me. All I needed to do was point.

"What did they do?" Her wings flicked, her vocalizer no longer soft.

"They just spilled slime on him. Calm down, Moonlight. I'll handle them. You need to stay here and take care of Starscream and the one in you. He needs a bath. I couldn't get all the slime out of his seams."

Moonlight just looked at sire before venting a sigh. "Yes, sir."

Sire kissed her again. "Sparklings do these things. They'll grow out of it." He kissed her again before standing up and plucking his crown from my helm. "I have work to do. I'll see you tonight."

"Yeah, see you then." She said softly, her wings lowering to neutral again.

"Stay out of trouble, Star." He roughed up my helm before walking out of the room.

I turned to carrier, then hugged her. "Love you, carrier!" I exclaimed, my wings wiggling in some attempt at a flutter.

She hugged me back before picking me up and carrying me to the washroom. She silently placed me in the tub and turned on the water. I quickly got up and grabbed the soap bottle, pouring a surplus amount into the warm water before grabbing my tub toys and dumping them all in. Contrary to popular belief, not all Seekerlets hate baths. I always enjoyed them. I mean, it was the only time I could drown my toys without getting strange looks.

Carrier got on her knees beside the tub and began to scrub my wings with a cloth. As she cleaned me, I began to engage my toys in an epic battle, in which they all died by sinking to the bottom of the tub. They were truly horrific battles. Explosions in the air, everyone crashed, all drowned, and no survivors. And I enacted out all their conversations and the sound effects.

I fussed when carrier wiped my faceplates clean, then poured a cup of water over to rinse the suds away. Hated that part of it. But she soon had me clean and stepped out to give me some time to finish my imaginary battles.

"We're going down! Aaaahhh! PSSSHWWWWP!" I slammed a toy into the water, enacting out his death. "Oh no! Alpha is dead! No! The enemy shot us too! Waaaah, pwwwshhhh!" I tossed the toy away, signaling his explosion and crash somewhere beyond the confines of the tub.

As my toy crashed onto the floor my older full sibling walked into the washroom. "Whoa, what happened to that guy?" He inquired, his wings perking.

"He exploded." I said matter-of-factly, crashing another toy into the water.

"That sucks." Nacreous grunted as he sat on the edge of the tub. He was 19 stellar cycles old, a grown up practically. He was carrier's first sparkling, and the best big brother I could ever ask for. He always had my back, from my sparkling stellar cycles to my vorns as an adult. I was truly blessed to have him be my full brother. "Bit early for a bath. You that stinky, today?"

"I'm not stinky! I was pranked." My wings drooped.

"Who the hell pranked you?" His wings flared.

"You're not supposed to say bad words." I crossed my arms, disgusted that he said such a thing before me.

"Sorry, won't happen again. Who pranked you, Stars?"

"Strikeblade and Stormbreaker."

"Where are the afthelms? I'll break them in half."

"Sire is dealing with them. And no bad words!"

"Alright, sorry." He picked up one of my toys and held it up. "Who's this guy?"

"That's Captain Cosmos! He's from planet Xuslay and he fights monsters. Like this!" I held up a toy of one of the monsters. "They're organic!"

"Gross."

I giggled. "Yeah."

"Are you seriously pulling apart your toys?" He grabbed one of my toys that was missing an arm.

"I didn't break it! It just came off."

"Where's his arm?"

"I don't know."

"Well, if you find it I'll fix it for you. Don't splash water on me."

I just giggled again and splashed some more at him. "Take a bath with me!"

"There's not enough room. I would squish you."

"Squish me!" I threw my arms up, splattering water everywhere, then began to slap the water.

"Don't. You're making a mess."

"It's clean water. I'm helping to clean!"

"Mhmm. You done?"

"No!"

"Sure? You might rust if you stay in there much longer."

"Nooooo." I smiled as I shook my helm.

"Yeeeess." He smirked, then turned the water back on and proceeded to fill the cup. He then dumped it on my helm, his other servo making me stand up. I opened the drain, letting the water go as he rinsed the suds off me. Soon, I found myself bundled in a towel and lifted out of the tub. Nacreous carried me out of the washroom and sat down on the couch. I struggled when he dried my faceplates, then laughed when he tickled my abdominal plates. "Silly, bird."

"I'm not a bird!"

"Sure you are." He poked the tip of my olfactory sensor.

I smiled, then poked his back.

"Rude." He tossed the towel over my helm, which I quickly threw off me.

"Tackle hug!" I then stood on his lap before wrapping my arms around his neck and trying my best to bring him down, but to no avail. Instead, I just hugged him, but tightly. To strangle him. He gave me a quick hug back before making me sit back on his lap.

"Should I beat you at videogames again?" He inquired.

"You never beat me."

"Uh huh."

"Where's carrier?"

"She went to talk to sire. And Quickstrike is with Shadow and Typhoon. Doing femmling stuff I suppose. So, I'm sparkling sitting you."

"I don't need a sparkling sitter." I stated resolutely.

"Uh huh… Well, you got one."

"Fine." I leaned back against him, kicking my peds in the air. "I wanna watch cartoons."

"Which ones?"

"Captain Cosmo, duh!" I rolled my optics. "Keep up with me here!"

"Alright, alright, we'll watch that." He grabbed the remote and turned on the vid screen.

I cuddled against him, ready to enjoy my cartoons with my big brother.

---

It was a few orns after the prank that I found myself looking for my sire. He hadn't been in his throne room so I was on my way to his quarters. The guards outside his room allowed me entrance without hesitation, and I soon entered sire's room. I stopped, wings lowering at what I saw. My uncle Nightstrike was lying over the arm of the couch, with uncle Turbine holding his wrists down. Sire was just behind Nightstrike, using a metal cable to lash his aft hard and fast.

I never liked seeing my uncles or aunts being punished. Nor even the guards. But, it was the only way for them to learn. Seekers never hit sparklings. That was abuse and didn't actually teach sparkling anything but to fear. But, adults were different. They had to be beaten to learn their place, to behave, and to ensure they didn't act up again. It simply was how things were. And the adults never hid it from the sparklings. I saw it. I saw a lot of it. I even saw my carrier punished a couple of times. But she was the most obedient so wasn't ever disciplined more than the servoful of times it did happen. Some of my uncles and aunts, though, were a different matter. And uncle Nightstrike was a troublemaker. He was beaten a lot. And every time was brutal.

Sire didn't seem to notice me as he kept giving Nightstrike a horrible aft beating. Nightstrike cried out from each blow, struggling very little. Sire didn't like them to struggle. He hated moving targets. Nightsrike's aft was severely dented and beginning to tear, but sire just kept hitting him, the clanging of the cable whipping over Nightstrike's aft filling the air. I wanted to cry. It just didn't seem right that anyone had to be hurt. And it did make me scared that what if I made a mistake when an adult and had to be punished? I didn't want to ever be in uncle Nightstrike's position.

Sire finally finished beating him, yelled at him some, then shoved him away. Nightstrike kept his wings as low as they could go and never made optic contact with sire. Defeated, he rubbed his burning aft as he left the room, humiliated, hurting, and upset that that all happened.

"Starscream?"

I looked up, sire standing there holding that horrible thing he used to inflict such terrible pain. I swallowed, my wings drooping. He always scared me after I heard him angrily shouting at someone. It was a firm reminder of just how large and ridiculously powerful my sire was. And there I was, this tiny sparkling who couldn't even bathe myself.

He tossed aside the cable and walked over to me. I soon found myself being picked up and held by those strong arms that just a klik ago were inflicting awful pain on my uncle. He kissed my cheekplates, his engine purring softly. "What do you need, my son?"

"I-I wanted to talk to you about school?" I stuttered, not looking at him in the optics.

"Oh? What about it?" He carried me to the couch and sat down.

I glanced at the cable where it rested beside him, then looked into those orange optics. They were gentle now, no more anger within. He could never be angry at his creations. I took a moment to study him before speaking.

"I don't wanna be taught by tutors."

He cocked his helm ever so slightly. "Why not? What do you want to do for school instead?"

"I want to go to public school. Like on TV."

"Oh?" He stroked the top of my helm. "Why do you want to go to a public school?"

"Because that's what most sparklings do. They go to school, make friends, learn, have fun, and then go home. A-and ride a bus!"

"Why would you rather go to school when you can stay in the palace and have teachers come to you?"

"Because… That's not normal."

"Who defines what is normal?"

"Sire." I said sternly, giving him a look. "We're the only ones who don't go to school."

"There's a reason for that, Starscream. It can be dangerous to go to public school. Especially with grounders. Here, you have your own classrooms, the teachers have been checked to ensure they are safe and know what they are doing, and the guards are all present. You learn the exact same things."

"But I wanna make friends!"

"You have your siblings."

"No, sire. Real friends! Siblings don't count as real friends."

"Why is it so important for you to go to school?"

"Sire, please." I clasped my servos together and gave him the saddest optics I could. "I really, really, really, really, really, really, REALLY wanna go to school! PLEASE!"

Skycutter didn't speak immediately. "Let me think about it, sweetspark. I just want to keep you safe, and if I can find a place that you will be safe, then I'll be willing to let it happen. But, if I can't find a safe enough school, you'll have school here with all your other siblings. Deal?"

I nodded. "Deal." I then hi-fived his giant servo.

He smirked, then roughed up my helm. "Alright. Well, best you get going. Your uncles here and I have some trine work to do."

"Okay, sire." I hugged him, then slid off his lap and hurried out the door. At the time I honestly believed that whenever sire said that it meant they were doing actual work. It would be stellar cycles later when I learned it actually meant they had mad threesomes. At least he warned me to leave so I will always be thankful for that.

---

I was in my quarters tying thin wire around my toys' necks and hanging them from handles of cabinet doors. I actually did this often, even going so far as flinging them around by the wires. Nacreous walked in on me stringing up my victims, his wings perking.

"Why are you doing that?"

"Doing what?"

"Hanging your toys?"

"Oh." I paused. "They're dead."

"Why are they dead?"

I shrugged. "Just are."

"Why is this one missing a helm?" He picked up one of my action figures.

"It was bitten off by an organic monster. Now he's dead." I said matter-of-factly as I continued with my macabre scene.

Nacreous rolled his optics. "You are so violent."

"What you want?"

"Well, I came to fetch you. Sire wants to talk to you."

"About?" I looked up at him, surrounded by my suffering property.

"School."

My wings perked and I quickly got up. I grabbed my Cosmo toy and held my arms up to my brother to be carried. He picked me up and walked me outside. I clung to him as he flew up the center of the tower and took me to sire's quarters. The guards opened the doors for us and Nacreous carried me within.

"Hello, Starscream." Sire smiled from where he sat on his berth, his trinemates on it beside him, kissing each other on the lip plates. It was disgusting.

Nacreous handed me to sire, then left. Sire was warm, and his cooling fans were still whirling loudly. I had been told that it was because sire wrestled with his trinemates and breeding mates. Oh, was I lied to as a sparkling. Only later would I learn it was because he had some hard interface.

A couple of my aunts were in the room, looking so happy as they lied on the couch, panting. I didn't spare them much thought and focused on my sire.

"You decided on my school?" I asked eagerly.

"Well, since you asked me the other orbital cycle about it I have been doing some research and think I may have found something. Vos Primary Flight School in the eastern quadrant of the city is a public school that seems to fit the profile of what I would trust. Most of the teachers are fliers, and there are grounders but it's mostly fliers. And it's not huge so you wouldn't be overwhelmed."

"So, I can go?"

"If you promise to work hard, do your best, and be careful, yes, you may." He smiled.

My optics widened as a large smile spread over my visage. "I will, sire! Thank you!" I hugged him, bouncing on his lap.

He smiled, giving me a hug back. "You're welcome, sweetspark. It doesn't start up until a couple of more orns so you have time to prepare."

"Can I take Cosmo?" I held up my toy, shoving it in his faceplates.

"I don't see why not." He paused. "Why are you tying wire around your toys?"

"He was hanged. Again."

Sire raised an optical ridge at me. "I see. Well, don't do that to any of your classmates." He kissed my cheekplates. "Run along, now. Your sire needs to continue playing with your aunts and uncles. They've been bored all orbital cycle."

"So bored." Flare purred his engine as he snuggled against sire, his wings fluttering.

"Mmm, more playtime?" Aunt Cinder perked her wings, a lustful smile on her lip plates.

"I do love wrestling." Aunt Phantom winked at sire.

"Summon Nebula and Starblade. I need some fresh femmes in here." Sire smiled as he set me on the ground.

I walked out of the room, not interested in the things sire seemed to do every orbital cycle. I excitedly ran down the hallways, eager to inform my carrier of the news.

---

The orns leading up to the first orbital cycle of school seemed to drag on. I spent them preparing, and my carrier got me a Cosmo fuelbox, and a backpack for my datapads. Sparklings couldn't access subspace pockets. It was too hard to do until we were adolescent. I had my own bottle of energon with Captain Cosmo and his friends on it, and sire had allowed me to paint my wings. Sparklings don't usually paint themselves until adolescence because growing simply caused the paint to peel off. But, I got to look fancy for my first orbital cycle at school.

Carrier had cried when I departed. Sire just gave me a pat on the helm and a communicator to call if I needed him. I think he just was at the point it was easier for him to see his sparklings off since he had already kicked out a hundred creations at this time. I was not looking forward to when I turned 25 stellar cycles and it was my turn to get booted from the nest…

Two guards took me to the entrance of the school, wished me luck, then departed. I followed the other sparklings, listening to what the adults were telling us to do. Miss Crystal directed me to her classroom and took my stuff away. I watched her put it on the shelf with other students' fuelboxes and bags, then sat at the seat she pointed at. I was excited. Immensely so. Here I was, at a school with a teacher and other students all around me. And they were so different looking. They had wheels, and doorwings, and some no wings or wheels, and some were already really big and others still quite small. It was so cool!

Here I was in the place where people on TV went! I could make friends, I could have recharge overs, I could do homework, I could do so much and none of my siblings, aunts, uncles, sire, or carrier were around!

My wings drooped when I realized that. Sire and carrier were not around. Suddenly, school seemed very different. I don't know what came over me, but I found myself crying for my carrier, suddenly wanting to go home to her. And I needed sire too. He had to be there with carrier.

Miss Crustal was beside me instantly, holding my servo in hers. "What's wrong, sweetie?" She so kindly asked.

"I-I want carrier!" I wailed, wiping at my optics as coolant poured out.

"Aw, sweetie, it's okay. Your carrier will get you in a few joors. We need to do some school first."

"I want carrier!"

"You want to tell carrier you did well in school right?"

I nodded. Of course I did, femme.

"You want to show her that you made crafts in school right? Make her so proud of the awesome things you made, right?"

I nodded again, calming down some. I wanted to make carrier proud. And making something for her certainly seemed like a project I would want to participate in. Maybe make something for sire too.

"Well, in order to make something for your carrier you need to work. And time will go by faster when you do work. I promise."

"Promise?"

"Mhmm. Why don't you do some drawing until we're ready to get started." She placed a coloring tablet before me.

"Can I draw Cosmo?" I held up my Cosmo toy to her.

"Of course you can, sweetspark. I gotta go help the other sparklings so go ahead and draw Cosmo."

She then stood up and left. I grabbed the tablet, setting Cosmo down on the desk. Soon, I was scribbling out the best I could, trying to draw Cosmo. Miss Crystal began the class a few kliks later and started us on our alphabet. I soon forgot about my creators and enjoyed learning how to read some new words.

---

I ran to sire and carrier when I got back home. Carrier scooped me up into her arms and kissed me on the cheekplates, hugging me close to her.

"Oh, my sparkling!" She fluttered her wings. "How was it, love?"

"I made you this!" I held up the craft I made, consisting of metal bits glued to a sheet to create a crude drawing of her, sire, and me all together. It had been painted over to make it look more like them.

"Oh, I love it!" Carrier took it, her wings fluttering. "This shall go on the wall."

I giggled, my wings trying to flutter back.

"That's very impressive, Starscream." Sire commented, patting me on the helm. "How was it?"

"I liked it!" I bounced in carrier's arms. "Tomorrow we are gonna watch a movie!"

"I'm jealous. I have to work tomorrow."

I giggled at that, then held my arms out for sire. He took me, giving me a careful hug. "Thank you, sire." I said softly, hugging his neck.

He grinned. "No need to thank me, Starscream. I'm glad you're enjoying it."

"I am. It's awesome. I love school." I kept hugging him, wings still trying to flutter.

---

I did love my school. I went four orbital cycles in a row with two orbital off before going back. I learned how to read, how to write, made crafts, we sang songs, watched movies that would teach us life lessons, and I was making friends. Some of the other students were wary of me at first. After all, they had been told by their creators that Seekers were dangerous and to avoid us, but seeing me just being another sparkling made them realize that those things were not true. Not everyone became my friend, but I had a few who did like hanging out with me. As I got older I ended up being a popular youngling. Not to brag, but my elementary and high school stellar cycles I was the popular youngling who was asked to go to dances with. I was the only Seeker ever in my schools. Most Seekers either were homeschooled with teachers going to them, such as what sire did with his creations, or Seekers would go to private schools where there was less chance of something happening due to strict policies and rules. I was adamant about only going to public schools, and my sire acquiescent to my demands. I know I've already said it a few times, but my sire really was amazing and did everything he could to make his creations happy.

While my elementary and high school stellar cycles were absolutely awesome and I loved it so much, something happened in my primary stellar cycles that I should mention. Most of my primary time was normal. Just doing some school, making friends, bringing stuff home to give to my creators, and lots of nap times (Primus, I miss those orbital cycles), one thing… One terrible event happened that I am only now feeling safe enough to talk about. And this event effected much of my trining and life with my trine stellar cycles after it happened.

I had been attending school for about… Oh, my brother was born before this happened so it was maybe six decacycles. I was at school, like any other orbital cycle, with my friend, Gearshift. Gearshift was a grounder, yes, shame on me befriending one of those, but he was the tiniest little truck ever and I still mock him for that. Believe it or not, my sire did allow Gearshift over for play dates despite him not liking grounders. I think Gearshift was just always too innocent to ever hate. And if you ever read this, Gearshift, yes, I was the one who ate your energon goodies whenever you weren't looking. I guess I finally meched up enough to admit to it.

I digress.

As I had been saying, it was about six decacycles since I had started going to school that I met Brakelight. He was a teacher there and acted very friendly towards us. He gave us energon goodies, always had a smile, and gave the little mechlings more attention and praise than the femmlings. I thought he was just a nice, older mech. But, I was a sparkling, naïve, and my trust of strangers would never be the same after what he did.

"Hello, Starscream." Brakelight greeted me as he always did. A large smile on his faceplates and more energon goodies in a bag he handed to me.

"Hello, Mr. Brakelight!" I smiled, wings fluttering. I was getting better at that by now.

He sat beside me. It was lunch time and I usually sat at a table in the corner with Gearshift and sometimes a few other friends. But Gearshift wasn't at school that orbital cycle. He had gotten a virus and was home sick. My other friends were still getting their lunches from their bags so hadn't come over yet.

Brakelight handed me the baggie of goodies and watched me begin to eat them. He just smiled, silent before speaking. "So, Gearshift is sick, eh?"

"Mhmm." I nodded, my mouth too full to speak.

He made a sad face. "Sorry to hear that. Say, you wanna eat in my office so you're not alone?"

I looked up at him, a little surprise he would offer that. "In your office? Really?" My wings perked.

"Sure." He smirked. "I have some goodies in there."

The thought of more energon goodies was enough to convince me. I nodded quickly. "Yeah!" I smiled, my wings fluttering some more.

"Then let's go." He stood up and led the way.

I grabbed my fuelbox and Cosmo before following him. His office was more in the back of the school, so it was a bit of a walk to get to. He unlocked the door and allowed me to go in first. It was just a normal office with a desk, computer, some shelves with datapads, and wall decorations. My memory of the room was that it was dark, but I'm pretty sure the lighting was just as bright as the rest of the building.

He sat at his chair, then paused before sighing. "Oh, shoot. I don't have another chair. Hmm." He pretended to think before speaking. "Well, guess you can just sit on my lap."

I sat on my sire's lap all the time. And my uncles' laps and my older brothers' laps. I didn't see anything wrong with sitting on the lap of yet another mech. I was just too young. So I did. I climbed onto his lap and sat down. I put my fuelbox onto his desk and set Cosmo beside it. I looked back at him, wings perking.

"Where's the other goodies?"

"Oh, right." He opened a drawer of his desk and pulled out a box. He placed it before me and opened it, revealing many energon goodies within. "Have as many as you like."

"Thank you!" I smiled, digging into the feast before me.

Brakelight watched me, silent, just studying my frame. "You have such pretty wings, Starscream." He said, his servos gently touching mine.

"Mhmm. I'm gonna use them for flying when I get older." I replied, still eating. My creators touched my wings all the time. To give me playful tugs or to clean them. I wasn't concerned about another adult touching them.

"Oh, yes, Seekers are very good fliers." His servos lowered, touching my hips. I paused in my eating. "Seekers are very beautiful, you know? And you're no exception." His vocalizer was lower now.

"Um… I guess so…" I swallowed, not sure what was happening.

"I always wanted to be best friends with a Seeker." He continued, his servos now feeling over my chest plates, moving in a circular motion where my cooling fans were located, then giving them… Squeezes.

"What are you doing?" I asked, looking back at him.

"Oh, just playing a game with you. It's a secret game, though. Only best friends play it with each other so you can't tell anyone else about it or else it won't be a secret best friend game anymore." He replied, smiling, his servos still feeling over me.

"Really?"

"Really." One of his servos lowered and touched my codpiece. I jumped a little. No one but carrier touched me there and it was only for cleaning. Otherwise, no one got near that part of me. Not even sire. And carrier had been teaching me how to clean it myself so had me cleaning that area more than she was. What made it stranger was he started to give it small squeezes and stroking it. I never felt that before.

"I don't like this game." I said quietly, reaching for Cosmo.

"It's a fun game. It gets more fun the more you do it." He reassured me. "Trust me. I'm your friend."

I didn't say anything, just hugged Cosmo as he kept feeling over my body, squeezing, touching, rubbing… His servos felt me everywhere, but my aft and codpiece were his favorite places to hold.

Then, it all stopped.

"Finish refueling, then go back to class." He instructed. "And remember, Starscream. Don't tell anyone. Do you promise?"

I didn't answer immediately. "I… I promise." I whispered.

"And remember, you can't break a promise. Ever." He smirked.

"Why not?"

"Because if you do, terrible things happen to you. And we don't want, now do we?"

I shook my helm.

"Good. This is just between you and me. Two best friends."

"Okay." I swallowed, not hungry anymore.

"Refuel."

"I'm not hungry."

"You need to refuel, Starscream. Or else people will wonder why."

"I'm just not hungry."

"Starscream, you need to refuel or else I'll have to punish you for not refueling."

I looked back at him. "Why? Carrier never gets mad when I don't refuel. She just gives me fuel later."

"Because, if you don't refuel people may find out about our secret best friend game. and you promised to keep it secret."

"But…"

"Starscream, refuel or I'll have to punish you." He said sternly.

I was scared. None of this was making sense. Carrier never threatened to punish me for not refueling. Sometimes sparklings just weren't hungry. But now thinking back on what happened I know this was simply an excuse of his to have his fantasy with little mechlings. And I would be seeing a lot more of it.

He turned me over very quickly and before I knew it several hard smacks from his servo struck my aft. It was over quickly, but it hurt a lot. I was terrified at that point. I have never been struck before as punishment. Seekers never hit their sparklings or even considered it. It was barbaric and poor parenting to do so. But he had hit my little rear end at least seven times. I looked up at him, coolant in my optics, wanting to cry, but I was so scared. What if he hit me for that, too?

"Refuel, Starscream." He snapped, making me sit back down on his lap.

I was trembling now. I didn't want to be hit again. With coolant leaking down my cheekplates and soft sobs escaping my vocalizer, I forced myself to take in my lunch. I wanted my carrier. I didn't want to be here anymore. He kept me on his lap until I finished refueling, then cleaned my faceplates.

"Return to class, Starscream." He ordered. "And remember. Our little secret." He smiled, but it was not like any smile before.

I took my fuelbox and Cosmo and left. I returned to class but didn't speak the rest of the orbital cycle. When I got home, my creators knew something was up, but I told them I was upset that Gearshift never showed and I missed him and it made me miss carrier and sire. Carrier called the school and talked to Miss Crystal, but Miss Crystal knew nothing. She noticed the change in my mood too, but she guessed I simply ate too many energon goodies and felt sick.

I wish I knew what to do when I was little. I don't blame my creators for any of this, but I wish they had noticed things sooner. I wish I knew to tell them and not keep secrets. But I didn't. And it got worse.

He didn't do it every orbital cycle, but sometimes he would invite me to his office when the other teachers weren't around and molest me. And he kept getting bolder. He would find any reason he could to hit my bottom. Some orbital cycles he would give me a quick aft beating up to five times. I cried, but I had to hide my tears quickly or else he would give me more. Things were not good with him, but with the rest of school it was fine. I loved my other teachers, my classmates, the things we did. Just those times with Brakelight… I sometimes wonder if I was his only victim because I was the Seeker, or if there were others and I just happen to be one of them. I don't know. I don't even know if he ever got caught. Perhaps my part in this fate was meant to be to help others be aware of such things. I don't know. I just know it happened and no one heard my silent screams. But I know that if my creators had found out they would have saw to the slow, painful demise of Brakelight.

This molesting and abuse of his continued for a stellar cycle before he took the next step. I was in his office and he was touching me as usual. But this time he removed his own codpiece and let his spike out of its casing. I had seen spikes before. I had one, I had seen my brothers' spikes when they got baths, and I had seen adult spikes when accidentally walking in on people. Of course, I didn't know the purpose of it. They had all made up something about "dancing" or whatever, and told me that when I was ten stellar cycles old I would learn what my little friend was for. But until then, to just make sure it was kept clean and safe. Seeing Brakelight's spike was still a surprise to me. And if my memory serves me right, it was not impressive at all.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Oh, we're still playing the game, but now you are going to touch me too. Just stroke this. It's the thing best friends touch." He explained, lifting his spike up to me so it was between my legs as I sat on his lap.

"Are you going to touch mine?" I inquired.

"Mhmm. Can you remove your codpiece?"

I did remove it. And he touched me. And he made me touch him back. It was so weird feeling him touching me there, and he made sounds when I touched him back. And this continued. He did it several times to me. Then, he would give me an aft beating and immediately stroke my spike, bringing the pleasure and pain together. And it was some time later he would touch my valve too.

I just learned to let it happen. I was getting use to it. He was molding me into his play thing. And I didn't know better. I still never told anyone.

Everything took a major turn a few decacycles later. He had told a teacher that I wasn't feeling well and was sending me home early. Actually, he took me to his office and locked the doors. I was ready to have him give me the usual aft beating then touch me, but he changed some things. He did give me a few hard smacks on my rear, touched my frame, but then he massaged my valve. He never bother touching my spike. Just my valve.

"Can you open this for me? We're going to the next part of the game." He smiled, tapping my valve cover.

"What's that?" I asked, wiping away tears from my aft beating.

"This is when we have the most fun in our game. Open in and I'll show you."

I shook my helm. "I-I don't want to."

His optics narrowed. "Open it, Starscream, or else I'll punish you some more."

"Please, don't." I said quickly, not wanting to be hit again.

"Then open it, Starscream. You have to or else I'll have to punish you and I may be forced to use the paddle again."

I did not like the paddle at all. I did open my valve cover, it taking me a moment to figure out how to do so. He touched me down there, feeling all around it. It was such a new feeling when the tip of his digit nudged a little inside. I was so scared I was trembling. Then… His spike pushed into me. And I cried.

I won't go into too much detail of what happened. I was barely able to get myself to write this much of my experience with Brakelight, but it hurt. It hurt a lot. And I cried. He covered my mouth when I cried. And after he climaxed in me and used me, he finished it by giving me another aft beating for not being "brave" through it. It was a really bad aft beating, too. He even used the paddle on me.

He tried to win me back over with goodies and rubbing over my very sore aft, but I was finally done with this game.

I never followed him into his office again after that. I told Miss Crystal I was scared of him and I stayed close to her and the other teachers always. I ensure they were never out of my sight. I even followed them if they had to leave the room for a nanosecond. I cried when they told me to stay put and that they would be right back. I would cling to Miss Crystal's legs and ate my lunch beside her always. I never took the chance of being alone with Brakelight ever again after he raped me. But I still never told anyone.

I think he realized that if he pushed anymore I would break and tell, for after a time he stopped trying to get me back into his office. He left me alone. But I suspect he just moved on to another target. And after he stopped talking to me I started to feel safe about coming to school again. I was able to go back to enjoying it fully. And when I graduated to elementary school it felt like such a great weight was removed from my shoulders for I never had to see Brakelight again. Gearshift transferred to the same school I did so it was so much easier. I had my friend, I had my life, and I had left that pedophile behind. At least physically I had. The things he did to me still haunt me and would have a lasting effect on my relationship with others. But slowly I am fighting those battles and winning. I may not have been able to tell everything that happened in that office, but I did say a lot and that shows how far I've come over these vorns. I can only encourage everyone to teach their sparklings to not keep secret if someone touches them or makes them uncomfortable. I went through something terrible, so fragging awful and no other sparkling should ever have to suffer as I had.

Other than what happened with Brakelight, my sparklinghood was relatively normal. I played with my siblings, I was given "The Talk" at ten stellar cycles old, I got a good education, worked hard with my school, made lots of friends, had a bunch more siblings, got new aunts and uncles, and was able to just be another prince of Vos.

Things would change so much for me when I was kicked out of the palace, joined the War Academy, and met two Seekers who would change my life forever. But, I'll start that story in the next chapter. Thank you for reading this far into my life and I hope you enjoy the rest of my story.

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Wow, been 78 days since I last uploaded anything. College has been crazy this semester and it took me 14 weeks to be able to get just this ONE chapter written. Ugh... Anyway, here is the first chapter of probably my most epic fanfic. This one will be the most triggering, realistic, and educational out of all of them. So I really hope you stick till the end even if it takes me a while to get to that end.

So, this is my first time in forever writing from first person. So forgive me if it's not the best. I have never done a full story like this before. But so far it's been fun writing from Starscream's perspective.

This first chapter and the next are more of less "introductions" to get you caught up on speed for the main part of the story which will be his life as a trined Seeker. So if it feels a little slow, just stick with it. It'll change a lot by chapter 3.

Starscream hanging his toys is something I always did. I was so violent. And let's face it. We all drowned out toys in the bathtub. Hence their purpose in life.

Yes, big families are the worst. Not just because with humans overpopulation, but also the kids never get the attention they need and it's simply abusive. Small families only. Stop overpopulation and give kids proper attention. Not to mention it's healthier for women to have two or less babies. Anymore and it really affects your health with the hormones, risk of cancer, etc. Less is always better! And if you want more, ADOPT!

And, yes, homeschooling is bad, but the Seekers are doing it the RIGHT way by having teachers actually come and teach. Sadly, most homeschooling is done by abusive parents (like mine). The abuse is hidden, the kids are not taught properly, and it's just all fucked up. If you have to home school your kids for any reason, have ACTUAL educated teachers come over to teach them and check on them to ensure no abuse is going on. Many people such as myself are working on making homeschooling illegal due to all the abuse it allows to happen. Like, kids dying from being neglected, beaten to death, and not even taught to read bad. It needs to end.

And kids who don't want to eat shouldn't be forced. Sometimes you're just not hungry and for parents to threaten and punish their kids for not eating or not liking a food is wrong. Just feed them something else or feed them later. Why should only adults control when and what they eat?

The dark office symbolizes how it was a bad place. It seems that when our brain learns of a place being sad or just bad it always remembers it as being dark, even if it was bright.

So, yeah, this story is going to be very triggering. Even triggering for me to write. It's going to cover so much domestic abuse. Things that happened to me and others. It's going to be a wild ride, but I hope you stay with me through it. But I hope you learn from it how to spot signs of domestic abuse and how to help yourself to get away from it if you find yourself in it.

As I've said before, been super busy with college, so updates will be slow until I graduate May 2018. To stay updated on what I'm doing, check out my deviantART page. Ga-Maleven on deviantART. You'll know me. I'm the one with Starscream and dragons all over my profile... Feel free to PM me any questions you have on the story or when next chapters may be coming! I always check this site even if I'm not posting! And please keep up with me on dA! I always post what I'm doing and you can read my Educational Journals there where I talk about animal/human abuse/rights, and you can see all the artwork I'm doing for school and fun. :)

Anyway, here are the facts on Seeker Culture and my headcanon for how Cybertronians reproduce. Just in case you haven't read my other fics.

Cybertronian Reproduction:

(Explanation if this is also given in chapter 5 of Illicitus. Explains more of how interface feels.)

Cybertronian reproduce similar to mammals. Mechs possess a spike (penis) and a valve (vagina). Femmes only possess a valve. The spike and valve are protected under fold away "lids" that move at either the command of the owner or when turned on. Over them is the codpiece, which can fold away at command or when turned on.

Depending on how a mech is turned on, their spike may harden or valve lubricate. Transfluid (cum) is energon and oil based, being leaked out from the valve to make it easier for the spike to move in and out of it. The spike also produces it's own transfluid (semen) to be released out of it when ejaculating.

Similar to organics, the valve has many sensory nodes inside of it to feel everything, and a "G-spot." This creates pleasure and a wonderful sensation to the Cybertronian being spiked (penetrated). The spike also contains sensory nodes on it to feel pleasure when being stroked or moving inside of a valve. Sending electrical currents into transformation seams and sensitive body parts can also turn on a Cybertronian.

The spike enters the valve, and the mech humps the other until they ejaculate, releasing nanites (sperm) into the valve's line (cervix). The nanites travel into the gestation tank (uterus) where they interact with the gestation nanites (eggs). They connect to each other and begin to form a protoform (fetus) which grows inside of the gestation tank for a stellar cycle (7.5 months).

The protoform floats inside of the gestation tank in an energon based fluid keeping it from slamming around while inside and keeping it warm. There are wires connected to the protoform acting as umbilical cords, giving it all the energon it requires to grow.

The carrier (mother) ingests carrier additives which is simply a special kind of metal ground up into a powder. Usually taken in energon, this powder is pumped from the carrier's fuel tank and into the gestation tank. It then fuses to the protoform to begin to grow, developing the inside and outside of the frame (body). If the carrier does not take the additives, then their systems will take metal from their body to make the protoform, which harms the carrier.

A protoform can only form if there is a spark bond between the two mating Cybertronians. A spark bond happens when two mating Cybertronians remove their chest plates and allow their sparks to exchange CNA (DNA) and coding between each other. Spark bonds usually happen during a shared overload (orgasm), but sometimes can be achieved without even interfacing. In order to be successful, the spark bonding and connecting of nanites must happen simultaneously in order for a protoform to begin to form. It is this reason why Cybertronians who wish to reproduce must interface quite a bit to ensure that the delicate timing of spark bonding and nanite connecting happens at the exact time. Even a few astroseconds off can lead to the carrier's spark rejecting a newly formed spark and thus ending the carrying before it even has a chance to begin.

It is possible for the nanites of one mech to form a fetus and the spark bond from another mech to form the sparkling's spark. This is very rare and can only happen under double penetration with spark bonding.

A carrying Cybertronian experiences many of the same complications as an organic. Sore backstrut (spine), peds (feet), weariness, depression, morning sickness, heat waves, helmaches (headaches), odd cravings, mood swings, and programming getting "out of wrack." Postpartum depression and other mental issues are also possible for them to develop during and after the carrying.

While carrying, the sparkling's spark grows inside of the carrier's spark chamber, feeding off the carrier's spark. It is sustained by the carrier's spark, and has a special bond with the carrier. While still inside the carrier, the sparkling will begin to recognize their carrier's vocalizer, some words, and begins the bonding process. In the first orn, the spark may split once or more times. This creates twins or however many sparklings that the spark splits into. The gestation tank with them force the protoform to split to create more so that each spark will have a body.

Just before labor begins, the spark of the protoform travels through a tube to enter the gestation tank. From there, it goes inside of the sparkling and labor begins. When giving birth, the protoform exits out of the gestation tank helm first. The wires disconnect from it as it is pushed out by the gestation tank moving the individual plates to push it along. It emerges helm first out of the valve, silver and the optics offline. Optics online three to five orbital cycles (days) after being born. The gestation tank empties itself of the fluids through the valve, during labor. The time period of labor differs, sometimes being only a breem to joors.

Once the sparkling is born, they begin to nurse and develop a bond with their carrier. A tube from the inside of the carrier's chest is given to the sparkling to nurse from. This small tube is located near the spark chamber and is connected to a small tank that produces weakened energon. Each Cybertronian possesses two of these tubes. The carrier continues to take the carrier additives, which are pumped into the tank for the weakened energon. This allows the sparkling to take in the metal to grow, while also refueling on energon that won't over energize their weak engines. They nurse multiple times an orbital cycle for the first few orns, gradually decreasing. When they are about five decacycles old they may begin to try regular energon, but will continue to nurse for almost two stellar cycles before being completely weaned.

Once weaned, they continue to retrieve their carrier addictives by adding it to their regular energon, while the carrier can cease taking it. The sparklings keep taking the additives until they stop growing at about seventeen to twenty stellar cycles.

Between one orbital cycle old to two stellar cycles old, creations are referred to as sparklings. Three stellar cycles to four they are toddlers. Five to twelve stellar cycles they are younglings. Thirteen to twenty-five stellar cycles they are adolescent. Older they are adults.

Overloads are the release of built up energy from interface. They can sometimes hurt, but usually if the Cybertronian is being forced to interface or not enjoying it. Overloads always occur. Unlike with organics who reach organism if they are turned on, overloads are simply from the surge of energy that always builds up. Some may take longer to build up enough excess energy to overload, such as larger Cybertronians. Some Cybertronians can't overload too many times in a single interface session due to the risk of overheating.

Cybertronians use protection by either disconnecting nanite wires from under a panel just above a mech's codpiece, or using a grounding. Disconnecting the nanite wires prevents an electrical surge from "onlining" the nanites, thus making them infertile. When activated with the electrical surge, they are active and can connect to gestation nanites. If self repairs activates around the nanite wires, they may reconnect, so constant checking of them before interface is necessary.

A grounding is a small device placed inside of a Cybertronian that pinches close the tube connecting the valve to the gestation tank, thus keeping nanites from going through it. They are easy to put in and remove.

Another method is simply not to sparkbond, but it is safer to use the above methods just in case.

Cybertronians can pass on ITVs (Interface Transmitted Virus) to each other through interface or energon mixing. Some ITVs may be minor, but many are deadly and can cause the spark to cease pulsating.

Sparklings can sometimes be born with mental or physical defects or mutations. Most physical mutations can be repaired. Sparks can die when inside of the carrier's spark chamber, thus killing the sparkling. Miscarriages and other complications can also occur. Cybertronians do have abortion methods, and can also perform C-sections.

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Mates and Culture About Interface:

(Examples of Cybertronians joining can be found in chapter 17 of Ancillam, and chapters 13 and 15 of Invictus.)

Cybertronians will get mech-friends or femme-friends, dating them and getting to know them. When Cybertronians are betrothed, they are referred to as "mates." Mates usually have regular interface and may even begin to reproduce. When they join (marry) they become Conjunx Endura for life, unless they divorce.

The ceremony for joining usually has family members and friends of those joining gathered to watch. Someone that is an official or in some type of office tends to proceed the ceremony, but it can be anyone. They will address the crowd, then ask for the two joining to recite their vows to each other. After doing so, the two joining will use laser scalpels to write their designations on each other's sparkcasings, sealing that they belong to each other. They kiss and then there is partying afterwards to celebrate.

To grounders and most Cybertronians, interface is something to be kept behind closed doors. To Seekers, it can be done anywhere at anytime because it's a natural act. Schools have classes on interface to educate younglings regarding interface, protection, and sparkling development.

Brothels, prostitutes, porn, and other uses of interface is common with Cybertronians. Even rape. Cybertronians also make use of interface toys from dildos, string balls, vibrators, and other such items. Fetishes of all sorts are common in Cybertronian culture, from bondage, BDSM, gagging, blindfolding, pain play, energon play, emetophilia, rape play, and many others.

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Seeker Culture

Seekers originally lived in trines that were used for the purpose of breeding. Over time, Seekers had to alter their CNA to adapt in the changing world. Seekers were seen as "low life" creatures and were often attacked. They changed their bodies to be more aerodynamic, altering their CNA to naturally pass the traits along. They become built for combat, speed, and the trine evolved to be a fighting unit.

Originally, the trine would be composed of one dominant mech and either two femmes, or a submissive mech and femme, or two submissive mechs. The submissive would be sparked by the dominant mech, and they would raise families like this. There was always the Alpha Seeker who ruled all Seekers, and in later years would be the one to lead them into battle.

Despite Seekers changing their frames and becoming centered around battle, there are many things that never changed for their culture. It is referred to as "traditionalism," and there are still many traditional Seekers and those who practice the old ways.

Trining:

(More information regarding trining in Spurius. Starscream explains in detail in chapter 2 and courting happens throughout story with trining in chapter 4.)

Seekers will trine other Seekers, first by courting. Courting is done when one Seeker approaches another and offers the second Seeker gifts, such as crystal flowers, energon treats, or other items. The courting Seeker will also touch the wings and frame of the Seeker being courted, even kissing them on the lip plates or offering themselves for interface, which is a more desperate approach. pinching wings, slapping afts, and groping codpieces is all natural. Courting Seekers will also stalk their potential trinemates, following them everywhere. They keep their wings spread, showing them off, and will often show off their skills in the sky or strength by flying around or doing difficult activities.

The Seeker being courted often rejects the other Seeker by punching them, chasing them off, or ignoring them. Tolerating and accepting gifts is a sign of interest, and allowing the courting Seeker to get bolder means they are heavily leaning on accepting them as a trinemate. Courting can take stellar cycles before a seeker accepts the other, and almost nothing can be said during it, just using body language to communicate, and maybe say a few things as to why they would make for a perfect trinemate.

A Seeker accepts a trinemate based on their looks, strength, flying skills , and if they are dominant or submissive. A trine should always have one dominant Seeker as trineleader and two submissives. This keeps the trine at peace when triinemates are not fighting their leader for dominance. If the Seekers are compatible flyers and meet all other requirements, they will trine.

Trining is often done by first dancing in the skies. They do this by flying wingtip to wingtip, making a triangle between them, if there are three. If two are trining to make a half trine, then they fly undercarriage to undercarriage, pressed against each other. The Seekers then spiral around, flying vertically, then diving down, then horizontally, never breaking formation of the spiral.

Once the dance is completed, the Seekers then interface with each other. After bonding, they recite their trine vows to each other. Then, they fight for dominance. The Seeker who defeats and dominates the other two is the trineleader, and remains unless challenged and defeated by a trinemate. The two trinemates then fight to see who will be second in command of the trine, the victor dominating the other.

A trine vow contains promises of staying faithful, true, kind, caring, courageous, loyal, and other endearing sentiments about how they will treat their trinemates. Every vow ends with the same closing words, "This I swear to you, my new part. My completed spark. Together we are, forever unseparated, united through hell, we are one... Trine till the bitter end. This I swear to you, my trinemate, my brother/sister, my friend. My life, my spark, we are one, till we are none."

Seekers refer to trinemates as "brothers" or "sisters," since a trinemate is sort of like a sibling, as well as a best friend, lover, and Conjunx Endura. It is the strongest relationship a Seeker can have with anyone, and is rarely ever broken. There are rare cases that a trine has broken up for being incompatible, often due to trining too quickly, or from unfaithful trinemates. When such instances happen, the trinemates who cannot fit in the trine leave to find new trinemates that they work better with.

Trines will stay in a set formation that shows their rank, and makes them a stronger fighting force on the battlefield. The trineleader walks/flies in front while the trinemate who is in second command of the trine follows just behind and to the right of the trineleader. The third trinemate is just behind and to the left of the trineleader. And other mates that may have been accepted into the trine follow behind and to the right of the second trinemate, and one to the left and behind of the third trinemate, if there is more than one. The pattern continues, looking much like birds flying in the V formation.

Trineleader:

The trineleader is in charge of protecting the trine, making all the decisions for the trine, and discipline the trine. Only the Alpha can discipline the trineleader. Discipline is usually physical and done in public to humiliate the troublemaker. Physical punishment could include beating trinemates on the aft with a metal cable, flogging with an energon whip, or tearing wings. Dominating is used often. After any physical punishment, the punished Seeker is then kissed and bonded with to remind them that they are loved, they just made a mistake and had to be punished for it. The trineleader also tells them that their punishment is over and they are forgiven, and that they won't be punished for the crime again, unless they commit the same offense and have to be punished for that time.

Trineleaders will assert dominance often if needed. They flare their wings, dominate disobedient trinemates, bite trinemates on neck during interface, bend their wings, or pin them down until they submit.

Trineleaders will protect their trinemates and any creations or mates that are in their trine. They guard them from any outside threat, keep the peace in the trine, and see to that the sparklings are raised right. Trineleaders are the ones to ensure that the trine is always fueled, has a safe place to live, kept away from danger, and see to their every need. They are the primary role models of their creations, and are looked up to by the entire trine for protection, leadership, and advice.

Breeding:

Traditional trineleaders never are spiked, only doing that to their trinemates. Trineleaders spark their trinemates, sometimes without even telling them that they are trying to spark them. They choose when they want to have a sparkling, and if the trineleader is a femme she decides when her mech trinemate(s) can spark her. Femme trineleaders will either choose a trinemate to spark her, or make them fight and the victor is the one to breed with her.

Traditional trineleaders often have six or more sparklings with their trinemates, the more sparklings showing that they are strong and capable of breeding the next generation. A sparkling is never to be struck, physical punishment reserved only for adults. Learning how to fight starts young, including how to use weapons, servo-to-servo combat, and how to battle in the skies. Traditional trineleaders will kill sparklings that are born with defects, mutations, or are bastards from the trinemate cheating. Sometimes they might even tear the sparkling out of the gestation tank if they find out it is not theirs.

Traditional trineleaders will select one trinemate as a preferred breeding partner based on that they are a better frag, make creations who are healthier and stronger, less still-borns or miscarriages, or none at all, able to give birth easier with no complications, and are better at raising and caring for their creations. Usually, a trineleader will interface with only the trinemate they wish to procreate with for an orn straight. If the one to be sparked still isn't afterwards, the other trinemate will then be interfaced for an orn, and the patterned continued until someone is sparked. If no one is sparked within a stellar cycle's time, then it is concluded on you is infertile and they are simply never used for breeding.

If a carrier rejects their offspring, they will be raised by another trinemate as theirs and the trineleader simply will not breed with that trinemate.

Seekers carrying more than one sparklings are better for breeding. If the Alpha doesn't have multiple sparklings at once from their trinemates, but another Seeker does, they can be challenged and possibly lose their position for not being a good leader. Or, the Alpha can go and kill the sparklings before they are even born.

Outside Mating:

Trined Seekers are not to interface or take a mate outside of the trine unless the entire trine approves. If a trinemate does not get the trine's permission they can be brutally punished and the one they cheated with killed by the trineleader, and any sparklings murdered as well.

The outsider must prove to the trine that they are worthy to be accepted into the trine and to be with the Seeker. If the trine accepts them, they will be made a new member of the trine and allowed to live with them, breed with them, and bond with all trinemates.

If a Seeker is proposed to by an outsider who has been accepted into the trine, then the Seeker cannot interface with their mate until after they have become Conjuges Endurae. Once they are officially joined, they consummate that night and may continue to interface as they so desire.

Raising Seekerlets:

Seekerlets are never to be struck or physically disciplined. They are taught how to fight in the air and on the ground at a young age, and to be wary of grounders. Seekerlets are to stay in the trine until age of twenty-five stellar cycles. While in the trine, they are under the protection and guidance of the trineleader. They are part of his/her trine, and are raised by everyone in the trine.

Once they are old enough, they are kicked out of the trine to find their own trinemates. Kicking the youngling out is done by the trineleader, who either chases them out or may grab them and throw them out the door.

Seekerlets learn about interface when ten stellar cycles old, their thrusters activating when they are twelve to fourteen stellar cycles of age, and able to transform at about seventeen to eighteen stellar cycles. When they are very young, they copy the wing movements of their creators and other Seekers as they learn how to use their wings.

Traditional trines often have many sparklings, sometimes up to fourteen or even twenty. They are spaced out, often four to five stellar cycles between each one, and each trinemate bearing the same number. Unless one trinemate is the better breeder.

Seekerlets are allowed to watch the trineleader punish the trinemates, even if it is with whips or some other physical discipline. Once the Seekerlets are ten stellar cycles, they may also watch the trineleader dominating the trinemates, or the trine bonding in general, since interface is not considered something to hide in Seeker culture.

Trine Bonding:

A Seeker is to stay virgin until they find a trinemate. They lose their virginity when they trine. Trines bond in public to claim each other and show that they are together. Bonding can be done anywhere at anytime, regardless of audience. Bonding is done to strengthen the relationship of the trine, since it puts them in a vulnerable position. Trust is key for a trine to last.

Seekers are very possessive of each other, and will often bond to simply claim each other, or dry hump a trinemate or kiss them when they feel like someone may want them.

If a trinemate had been raped, they are reclaimed by bonding them excessively in public. New trines also bond a lot in public to make it clear that they are a new trine and for everyone to stop courting them. Seekers will also reclaim/claim a trinemate by painting on their wings and/or aft that they are the "property" of their trinemates.

If a trinemate has cheated, then after they are punished they are reclaimed as well, only being allowed to interface with trinemates and any mates who have been accepted into the trine.

If a Seeker is raped or dominated by the Alpha before losing their virginity to their trinemates, then they are labeled as "Impure Virgins." They are considered virgins for their trining and are not frowned upon for having been forced into fragging prior to

trining, since they did not consent to it or had been punished.

Seekers who purposefully have intercourse prior to trining are frowned upon and often have a harder time finding a trine because of it. They are to stay "pure" and "clean" to their future trine, showing that they belong to each other since only trinemates can take virginities away.

Dominance, Submission, and Discipline:

As mentioned above, Seekers fight for dominance. Alpha Seekers, who lead all Seekers, will sometimes kill for the position. Trines fight for it when trining, and the battles can be brutal with torn off limbs and badly battered frames. Signs of being dominant are flared wings, flicking wings, narrowed/glowing optics, and a growling engine.

Seekers show submission by lowering their wings, looking away, stepping back, and not fighting back.

Discipline can be physical punishment with whips, cables, switches, and other items for causing pain, or it could be getting locked away, forced to clean something, completing boring tasks, public humiliation, or losing privileges, such as items or not allowed to interface for a time.

Dominating is the most common punishment for Seekers. Dominating is when a trineleader or Alpha penetrates a misbehaving trinemate or Seeker and thrust painfully into them, almost as if they are raping them. The act is not to bring pleasure, but only pain and humiliation. It is usually done in public, and as the trineleader dominates, they often tear and bend the other Seeker's wings, bite their neck cables until they leak, and sometimes hit them.

Femmes dominate by either making a mech penetrate them and then thrust so it hurt the mech's spike, or they force as many digits as they can into a mech's or femme's valve and pump so it brought only pain.

Dominating usually lasts for half a breem to a breem (4-8 minutes). There are no overloads or pleasure during the act. After it, the Seeker is told they are forgiven and allowed to go on. Usually they are kissed, and bonded with at a later time if they are in too much pain. Many trineleaders do the bonding the immediate next morning.

Seekers show dominance when flying in their alt. mode by flying just above a trinemate and pressing their undercarriage down on the other Seeker. They pull away and then press down, repeating the pattern almost as if they were humping them. The trinemates shows submission by descending slightly and allowing the dominant Seeker to continue.

Seekers, being very prideful, are hurt most when humiliated. Public humiliation is used as often as dominating. Dominating, whipping, or punishing in front of a crowd happens more often then punishing a trinemate behind closed doors.

Sometimes if a trinemate is unfaithful, they are made to touch themselves in public, or the trine bonds in public and leaves the cheater out of it. If a Seeker cheated or did something else bad, the trine may bond in public, but the naughty Seeker is dominated while the other trinemate is loved on.

Alpha:

Alpha Seekers can be mech or femme. They are the ones who lead all of the Seekers, the one who can dominate anyone, trineleader or not, and are the ones to ensure the Seekers are safe.

Alphas can take anyone as a mate, even if they are already trined, without question. They are the ones who can punish a trineleader if they are being cruel to their trinemates or disrespectful to them. Sometimes, they may take more than one breeding mate.

If a Seeker has a problem about their trineleader or their trineleader can't help them, they go to the Alpha. The Alpha will only get involved in other trine's business if a Seeker from that trine asks the Alpha to, or it affects the Alpha and/or other Seekers.

Alphas often kill for leadership, ending the life of the previous Alpha and taking their place. Alphas are the strongest and smartest of all Seekers, and are expected to breed the most sparklings, take on mates for the sole purpose of breeding, and handle all non-Seeker matters.

If an Alpha dies unexpectedly, a new one is claimed by Seekers fighting for the position. The fighting is furious, sometimes death being involved, until there is a victor. Those fighting are usually trineleaders from various trines.

Fighting and Body Language:

When Seekers fight it's all about speed. they are not heavily armored, so when they attack, they fly as fast as they can at their enemy, transform, and grab an arm or some limb and tear it off. They may even land at speed on their target, crushing them.

Seekers will grab their prey, carry it up into the sky, and as a group, all grab the limbs and pull until they tear off. Then tearing the torso and helm off their victim.

They are ruthless in their attacks, moving too fast for their enemies to fight back. they fly and strike by shooting or tearing something off before flying off, circling around,a nd coming back.

When fighting in a large group, bombers fly over the battlefield first, dropping their load. Then, the other seekers come in just as the bombs finish exploding, landing and attacking those who didn't get hit by the bombs. Shooting, tearing off limbs, and flying away before the enemy has time to react.

Seekers mostly communicate via body language, their wings showing off their moods, the sounds their engines make, and optic-contact. Flared wings often a sign of aggression or to make the Seeker look larger to intimidate a threat. Flicking wings is done to show dominance, growing anger, aggression, warning about them potentially attacking, and annoyance. Perked wings show curiosity, eagerness, and excitement. Fluttering wings are a sign of happiness, joy, excitement, love, and contentment. Lowered wings are for when the Seeker is nervous, scared, being submissive, or trying to not seem threatening. Wings in a resting position are for when the Seeker is calm and comfortable. Folded back wings are for annoyance or to move them away from someone. Twitching wings are usually for when the Seeker is thinking, stimulated during interface, or slightly bothered. Growling engines are for when the Seeker is annoyed, pissed off, or warning about potentially attacking. Narrowed and glowing optics are another sign of aggression. Breaking optic-contact to look away is done when being submissive.

Seekers also lick each others faceplates as a sign of playful affection. They cuddle often, always needing physical contact for comfort, support, and love. Seekers are extremely physical, whether with bonding, snuggling, or even punishment. Everything involves some form of physical contact.

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What Seekers Find as Attractive and "Turns Them On."

Seekers are a warrior culture, so what they find as attractive and pleasing in a mate or trinemate is unique. Giving the helms of enemies to a lover, efficient combat skills, exceptional skill at killing, tearing off limbs and killing quickly are all smiled upon and make a watching Seeker feel turned on. Fast fliers, impressive aerial combat, ruthless in battle, and strength are favorable.

Seekers also like it when a trinemate has great "berth skills," is stubborn, brutal, has large wings, and no fear when killing or facing death. Killing many quickly and tearing them apart savagely is a bonus as well. Simply watching others be killed by another Seeker can put a Seeker in the mood for interface.

A trineleader is even more attractive when they keep their trinemates in strict formation, and the trinemates follow orders perfectly without flaw or hesitation. Even able to take numerous commands without the trineleader needing to speak, simply snapping digits or making certain gestures with their body. Trinemates who can take punishment with little to no screaming or crying are viewed as better and stronger Seekers than others. And trineleaders who have many creations are seen as stronger, better at interface, and superior.

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Seeker Genetics and More Facts:

Seeker coding is very dominant due to the fact that their coding has been altered purposely for many vorns. Seekers once mated in groups of three, with a dominant and two submissives. But, as Seekers were continuously killed and mistreated by other Cybertronians, the once humble fliers had to begin to change themselves in order to survive. They had to adapt.

It took vorns, but the Seekers modified their very CNA and coding to make their current frametype be natural. To be what they are now. They augmented their bodies to be faster, more aerial dynamic, stronger, tougher armor, and able to kill proficiently as well as quickly. The mating of three became trines for combat. To not only fight off outsiders, but to better safeguard their young. Many of the old traditions stayed the same, just with new bodies.

As their bodies changed so did their culture in certain ways. Seekers became a warrior culture, growing up to learn how to fight from a young age, and accepting violence and death as natural. It is so embedded into their coding and who they are that it is natural for a Seeker to even feel sexually attracted to someone based solely on that person's efficiency at killing. They are exceptional aerial warriors, able to rip off the limbs of their enemies fluently. Their optics are capable of seeing distant enemies far below them, they can reach speeds of over Mach 3, and reach top speed in astroseconds. Their maneuverability in the skies is unmatched, and so is their ferocity in battle. They are so brutal in combat that the Functionists labeled them as only being capable of being soldiers and deny them any other kind of work. Seekers were only allowed in the War Academy to hone their natural ability, and viewed as interface crazed murderers by most. Seekers are so hated that they can be often times murdered, raped, or beaten in public and no one, not even police, bother to help them.

Seeker coding is so dominant from the manipulation that it is rare for one to have anything but a Seeker even if they breed with a non-Seeker. Every Seeker has about a 94% chance of having another Seeker. A Seeker who is half Seeker and half non-Seeker still has a 70.5% chance of having a Seeker with another Seeker. If both Seeker creators are half Seeker, then the chance of having a Seeker is about 47%.

It is best that Seeker coding is so dominant for traditional trineleaders will kill sparklings who are anything but a Seekerlet.

With the structure of a Seeker's frame, their very powerful jet engine, strong limbs, resilient, but light armor, and fast fuel processing, they can often times overheat. It is this reason that Seekers cannot interface for too long or have too many overloads in a short period of time. And why after flying for joors, Seekers will find themselves sitting down panting, cooling fans overworking, trying to get back to safe temperature levels.

Their engines are very efficient when it comes to fuel. They take in a fair amount of energon, but their fuel tank can quickly process it and get it into their engine so that they can return to combat. A Seeker running at 10% energy level can consume a single cube of energon, and be back into the battle at nearly 30% in just a couple of kliks.

Seekers are quite prone to claustrophobia. They grow up in towers, far from the ground or anywhere enclosed. Being inside for too long or locked away quickly gets to them. They can begin to have hallucinations in only an orbital cycle or too. Sometimes they may tear at their own plates, scream, or show other signs of insanity.

Seekers usually write their trine vows when adolescent, but not always. Some may wait until after they leave the trine.

With the resilience of Seekers' armor, they tend to have a higher pain tolerance, thus making them even superior for combat and being warriors. It is also frowned upon in their culture to be too sensitive regarding physical pain. Their stronger frames also allow them to handle great falls and landing on their peds at speed. Their leg hydraulics are designed to take the brutal landings, and crashes that they may have to endure.

Seekers are very physical, requiring the touch of their trinemates or creators often. They are always cuddling, hugging, and being near to each other. Interface is a regular activity to build these bonds, especially since it is very touch oriented. When a trinemate is injured, the other two trinemates will lie on either side of the injured one and try to cover as much of the injured Seeker's frame as they can. They will then keep everyone else away, guarding the hurt trinemate until they are better.

Seeker wings are very sensitive, allowing them to better navigate and respond to changes in the air around them. They also have much more going on in regards to their HUD for flying, battling, scanning for enemies, and other attributes for aerial combat.