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Children of War
Prologue
Long ago, on Cybertron, there was a young couple. Sparkmates to be exact. But, before I get too ahead of myself, let me help those of you new to this certain race, understand.
Many of you have probably never heard of the planet Cybertron and their inhabitants, the Cybertronians. They are giant, mechanical, humanoid beings. Capable of emotions, feelings of pain and hunger, and war. They used to live in peace, seekers flying above, and mechs and femmes of all shapes and sizes on the land below.
This peace, unfortunately, soon came to an end. A civil war broke out between the Cybertronians, separating them into two factions. The Autobots and the Decepticons. These two factions have been fighting ever since. Now, it's up to three younglings to stop the war.
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"Creator, can Prowl and I see Carrier yet?" asked a little yellow and black sparkling with sky blue optics. "Not yet, Bumblebee, but remember she will have your new little sibling with her, so be careful." Said a large mech said to his youngest son. He was golden in color and had blue detailing and optics. They were in a waiting room in Iacon, awaiting the arrival of the newest addition to their family.
"I hope it's a mech! I always wanted to be a big brother! What do you want it to be Prowl? Mech or femme?" Bumblebee asked his older brother. The black and gold sparkling rolled his optics. "As long as it doesn't follow in your footsteps, I'm fine with whatever he or she may be."
Not too much later, a young red and white field medic in training stepped out. "Mr. Goldbug sir?" he asked. "Yes?" the golden mech replied. "The doctor would like to talk to you for a moment about your sparkmate, DawnHope. He requested that you leave the sparklings with me." Goldbug nodded then walked through the same doorway the medi-bot stepped through.
Bumblebee was the first to speak. "Hi! My names Bumblebee, but you can just call me Bee! What's yours?" "My names Ratchet, young one." The medi-bot replied. "Cool! Oh, by the way, that grumpy bucket of bolts over there is my older brother, Prowl." Bumblebee explained pointing to where Prowl was sitting in the corner reading a data pad.
Just then they heard an anguished cry. They immediately knew it was their creator. They felt extreme emptiness and pain over the bond. They knew both their creator and carrier had died. Their creator died out of sadness for their carrier. They felt it in their sparks. They also felt the newest addition to their family. It was a femme. And her name… would be Skylight.