Chapter Two! Hope you like! Sorry for the long wait!
You are here again? Hmm. I assume the last flashback was not enough from you. Oh, but you are still curious, are you not? Ah, well. I guess I will indulge you in my past once more. I will give you a recap on what happened. Or, I should say, what I told you, assuming your mind still has the capacity to keep up with me. I admit I do move rather quickly.
You have met my brother. An enormous matte black Vocian Seeker hybrid, Blackstorm is not someone you should mess with. Especially if you decide to harm or come after me, which is an idiotic and futile attempt anyway. Truth be told, were my brother not my brother, I would be rather intimidated by him. True, though I have no idea where he is or if he is even online, Blackstorm was a leviathan of a mech, but that was back then, hundreds of vorns ago, so one can only assume how much he has upgraded since then.
Also, in case you forgot about Blackstorm's protectiveness, let me remind you. Growing up in the slums was not a nice time. In fact, there are moments I would rather like to forget and would rather not speak about, so do not try and goad me into informing you on such a disturbing topic. Blackstorm was very defensive whenever it came to me or anything concerning me, whether it was protection or the need of refuel or recharge. If he thought that I was threatened in any way, shape, or form, he stopped at nothing, and I mean nothing, to ensure my safety. Sometimes that resulted in what the humans call "cold-blooded homicide." What I, and he, believed he was doing was the just way, and nothing ever interfered with that belief. Blackstorm truly believed that he was doing the right thing, and would continue to do so until his last breath if it guaranteed my safety.
There was Thunderstrike as well, my guardian when my brother was away doing...the things he was doing. A leviathan of a mech, he always gave the impression of being cold-sparked and intimidating, almost as much as my brother if not more. He was the mech who comforted me whenever I became frightened (once again, something I do not like to admit, so think of yourself as lucky) when Blackstorm "dove into the darker side of the shell," as Thunder so calmly put it.
Everyone around me, whenever I was with Blackstorm or Thunderstrike, knew not to mess with me when either of them were around. If an unwanted question was so much as whispered, a vocalizer was viciously torn out. If a glance had a strange look or intention concealed in it, optics were crushed or, if they were in a rather pleasant mood but did not want to waste it on futile violence, a harsh and spark-stopping glare or snarl was sent their way. It immediately stopped all actions the offender was doing with such an efficiency that it nearly made me laugh.
I really have no clue why Thunderstrike and Blackstorm protected me so. They never told me, except 'Storm saying that I was to be protected no matter what. But what was it from?
It is not like you can provide an answer to my questions, whoever is reading this. You hardly even know me.
Ah, well. I guess I will continue with my story.
The stellar cycle was cool. Ice hung in the poisonous air, piercing any lone being. No being was awake. All was quiet. Nothing could disturb the peaceful silence that wrapped the world with a strong and gentle hand.
"Blackstorm!"
Well, except that.
The little purple femme screamed, scurrying away from the mech looming over her. The other continued to approach her, razor pointed dentia bared and optics flashing with a dark and menacing light.
She could not move fast enough as she was engulfed in the massive mech's servos, squealing in delight as she was tickled incessantly.
"Blackstorm, stop! Stop it! Stop it!"
The large Vocian mech rumbled deeply, an amused glint in his optics. "Give me one good reason to."
Nightwish glared, pursing her mouthplates but unable to hold the stern stare as she began to laugh once more. "Stop it, stop it! You are making me overheat!"
At that moment, the door to the large and forgotten warehouse creaked open, slowly, its hinges protesting futilely at the forced movement. The Seekers froze, wings hitched high on their backs. Blackstorm set his sister down behind him, motioning for her to hide. She did so, watching intently from her position behind massive metal crates with wide optics as her brother unsheathed his claws and fangs.
Moving in a flash, the Vocian bounded forward, on a direct collision course with the intruder. The mammoth black shadow stood there motionless, and it seemed to move at the last moment when the youngling's brother finally struck plating with him. Snarling viciously, Blackstorm dug his claws into the other's armor, twisting his body in an almost unnatural way in order to end up on the larger's back. Leaning close, the Seeker's fangs flashed in the dim lighting and embedded themselves deep into the neck cabling of the intruder. The Vocian hybrid's charge could hear the pleased rumble that came from her brother's engines, the threatening snarl reverberating throughout the room, as the enormous and unwanted guest bucked in a futile attempt to move the other.
A pained grunt sounded, and then a massive servo was pulling the winged mech off, holding him out at servo's length. Dark optics blazed with a storm of various emotions, narrowed in suspicion and slight hunger and insanity.
Blackstorm snarled, hissing in pain as the intruder's claws dug into the hypersensitive metal of his powerful wings. His fangs were bared, and his bloodstained dentia dripped hot and fresh Energon while they were extended as far as they could go.
"That is enough." The intruder finally moved into the light, or what little light there was, revealing his huge and powerful black chassis. His deep amber optics flickered down to the slightly smaller Seeker, who was still in a battle-ready stance with his wings flared wide and fangs still extended. "Blackstorm? Did you hear me? Snap out of it."
The sleek black mech narrowed his optics, the tense atmosphere stretching between the two as the youngling peering over the crates, before flaring his wings and straightening to his full height as he shook his helm to rid himself of the feral haze that had clouded his processor and actions. "What are you doing here, Thunderstrike? I thought you were not going to be back for quite some time." His voice was soft and as rumbling as ever, filled with sudden weariness.
Thunderstrike rumbled deeply, crossing his servos. "You seem almost displeased to see me, Blackstorm."
Nightwish narrowed her optics in suspicion as she saw her brother's wings rise up in a dangerous and warning flare. Had he been facing her, she would no doubt know that his fangs were bared and that look was on his faceplate...the look that revealed the immense irritation that was rising ever so steadily. And oh, it was nowhere near beneficial for one should they be exposed to such a dark and foreboding glare.
"You know me well enough to know if I am in a mood that is worse for the wear, leviathan." Her brother's rumbling voice tore through the thick silence, stained with a dangerous warning as powerful wings flared and rose high on his back.
Thunderstrike did not seem affected by the slightly smaller mech's dark mood, instead fixing his tawny gaze on the hiding spot of the youngling. "Are you going to come out or do I have to come over there, little one?"
The small black and purple femme widened her optics before clambering over the metal crates, her wings twitching as she made her way over to the towering mech. She squealed when he scooped her up in his massive servos, her frayed sensory network soothed by the light rumbles that originated from deep within the monster of a mech's chassis.
Blackstorm shifted, his wings stretched out wide behind him, as he snarled lowly. His dark optics blazed menacingly and his armor flared from his lean and powerful frame. The actions were all a result of his familial bond with the minuscule Seeker femme, a bond that was strong enough to almost be considered parental. He was clearly restraining himself from lashing out and attacking the enormous mech before him.
Thunderstrike narrowed his optics at him as Nightwish chattered on and on below him, the youngling safe and content in the warmth of his servos. Suspicion could not help but arise at the actions of the slightly smaller mech, and Thunderstrike made a mental note to speak to him later, intent on figuring out what was wrong with his companion even if it meant suffering physical harm.
The black figure shifted, restless, as hunger gnawed at his tanks. It was becoming worse, and he could not restrain himself much longer.
His gaze shifted over to the two slumbering figures positioned not that far from him, one frame significantly larger than the other as the smaller one stirred and shifted in the protective cradle formed by the enormous mech's servos and chassis.
He bit back an irritated snarl, baring his fangs. His wings flared and he shook his helm, silently rising to his pedes and heading towards the warehouse door. He needed something, anything, to suppress the rising hunger...he would find something...
The cool and windless night met him, its elongated and deceptively gentle fingers trailing over his sleek and dark armor, comparable to a beast at bay merely waiting for the perfect moment to strike and tear into its defenseless prey.
Oh, but he was not defenseless...
No. He was far from defenseless.
He froze suddenly, olfactories flaring and wings hiking high on his back. There it was again...that strange but oh so tempting scent...
With a deep and vicious snarl, the matte black Seeker whirled, claws lashing out and connecting with warm metal that easily gave way to the extended talons to allow the hot Energon to bubble to the surface.
Thunderstrike stood there, armor flattened against his frame and optics widened with suspicion and concern as he attempted to look as nonthreatening as possible. Blackstorm snarled, blazing optics narrowed to dangerous slits as he bared his fangs, and after a tense moment he moved, vents and wings flaring in evident agitation as he turned away sharply.
"Blackstorm." The massive black mech behind the Seeker spoke in a low and even voice. "What is wrong?"
The smaller mech did not respond, instead shuttering his optics as a visible tremor ran through his powerful frame.
"Blackstorm." The larger mech took a step towards the other, hesitantly as to not aggravate the other's strained sensors.
The lethal black mech whipped around, optics burning with a ravenous and maniacal fire. "Do not act like a fool, leviathan. You know what is wrong."
Thunderstrike rumbled deeply, crossing his servos over his broad chest. "I would if you evaluated a bit more."
Blackstorm snarled once more, his electromagnetic field flaring as it filled with dark irritation and hunger. Thunderstrike remained immovable, standing his ground as the darkness surrounding the other roared and raised its defenses.
Blackstorm turned away suddenly, armor flaring from his sleek frame. His wings flared wide in feral aggression, revealing his darkening mood. Thunderstrike tilted his helm, his defense protocols initiating as his sensors expanded their range to more than optimal capacities and performances.
"Blackstorm..." His voice came out a deep rumble, filled with a barely concealed warning.
"Go inside, leviathan. I do not need you out here."
The monster of a mech refused to let up. "You know that I cannot just leave you out here. Young one would terminate me if you were harmed in any way."
The Seeker hissed venomously. "Leave!"
Thunderstrike narrowed his optics, remaining silent as he turned and went back inside their makeshift home.
Blackstorm waited until he was clear of his enhanced audio range before turning slowly.
Two mechs stood there, their frames bathed in flitting shadows. One was tall, with golden and white sleek armor and long digits tipped with menacing claws. A visor on his faceplate covered all except his burning amber optics. He seemed to have no electromagnetic field, making it impossible to discern his emotions.
His companion was even taller, with large and powerful wings that rose high behind him. He was slim, with well-kept dark purple armor that was peppered with black and white decals. Enormous horns framed his helm, casting even more shadows. A dark coldness radiated from his menacing frame, and terror could not help but cringe back in poorly veiled agitation as the mech's bottomless obsidian optics pierced through all.
Fangs were bared as the winged mech spoke in a cold and detached accented voice.
"You have kept us waiting. That is not a wise choice."
The black Seeker rumbled deeply. "My associate is overly curious. It will not happen again."
"Good." The large wings flared, fanning the air in slow but powerful movements. "Are you ready?"
The black mech nodded. "Take me to him."
"Very well." The burgundy mech turned away slightly, his claws flexing. "What of your comrades?"
A deep rumble came from the matte black Seeker's engines. "They are capable of handling themselves." He stepped ahead of the two, scowling slightly. "Come. We must be going."
The burgundy mech exchanged a glance with his golden associate before fully facing the impatiently waiting Seeker. "They are ready for you."
As they left, they did not bother to notice the leviathan watching them, the small and still slumbering youngling cradled in his servos.
There's that! Hope you liked, and tell me if there are any errors. I typed this on my phone...
Can anyone guess who the two mechs with Blackstorm are? I changed one of them a bit, but it shouldn't affect it that much...