Hello all! I come bearing the next instalment of Birthing of a star! :D More character descriptions to come and the intro to the neutral factions star ship crew and situation! I will try to update Mechanic as soon as the Plot bunnies decide what the Mini-bots forms will be xD have faith! Shawn will have new quirky lines for you to chew on soon!

I apologies in advance, I suck at accents xD

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of transformers but my star ship and its crew :D

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Starshatter was worried, and not in that Oh-noes-you'll-not-be-harmed-seriously-but-I-still-worry kind. Despite what Static thought of him, he couldn't recharge with the fear and grief rolling off his twin in waves, suffocating him though their bond. While Static could bury his nightmares under piles of work and emotional blocks, Starshatter didn't have that luxury. The Images came unbidden to him across the bond and he witnessed the grandeur of the star birth, while bearing the grief of the sparklings demise on his shoulders. He didn't have the luxury of witnessing scenes of gore and battle to numb the hurt, he was a scientist for primus sake.

Static may have found his calling by creating sparklings, but his twin had not seen the mystical tie to the birth of the little ones. Instead, when he had gone through basic grounder soldier training, he became adept at smooth, graceful movements, a must when your team mates could be crushed underfoot as easily as a retro rat if was not careful. He became hyper aware of his surroundings and how they worked, to predict there movements and react accordingly. This sense of self drove him into a love for studying the life around him and cataloguing its existence. Starshatter could be just as home on a backwater small organic world, watching the tiny organics live their short lives, as he was on Cybertron.

Starshatter tried to bury the grief and pain across the bond with images of a happier time. Flashes of team mates came unburied, there smiling faces cheering as they graduated, free to pursue any path they wanted, the whole world at their calling. The finding of his alt-forms, a standard military battle tank and a sleek racing vehicle, and the pride on his creators faces when he transformed into each for them. Watching Static carefully carve out a sparklings spark casing, a small content smile on his battle mask and visorless face, sharp purple optics never leaving the delicate part in his servos. Watching Optimus become Prime, promising a brighter, better future. Watching a small flying organic land in a ball of reeds, dropping its catch to the tiny forms in the nest, light from the planets 2 suns warming the atmosphere to create more of the lush canopy around him.

Starshatter sighed, a small smile gracing his features, his orange optics covered by an identical visor to Static's. His heavily armoured frame, tank armour and car parts intertwined, sank heavily on the berth, his 4 door wings carefully pushed aside. Car wheels adorned his heels, tank trends ran up his legs, and the small wheels in the tank trends adorned his back and thighs. They spin slowly as he relaxed, the organic images soothing the grief and sadness as he sent them to his twin. Gratefulness rang back along the bond and Starshatter smiled. His dark, almost black, red armour gleamed slightly from the barely lit lights on the room's ceiling, making his gold highlights sparkle. The tank cannon, his main weapon, sat on a table beside him, its usual spot on his arm vacated.

Thank you Shatter, come join me? a picture of the recreation room flashed in his mind following the unspoken sentence. Of course my brother.

Standing slowly, the grounder stretched very similar to Static, door wings flapping slightly. Grabbing his cannon, he attached it has he traversed the hallway to the Rec. room. It folded smoothly into his arm, ready to be used at a moments notice, as he entered the Rec. room. A large chair had been situated near Static, the winged twin still reading the data-pad. Walking slowly over, his twin looked up and his face twitch upwards, a sign he was smiling. Good morning my brother.

More like good evening, its well passed last light. His twin chuckled as Starshatter sat in the chair pulled out for him, and set the data-pad down on a nearby table. thank you for the images, which planet was it?

I cannot recall, I believe the suns have long absorbed each other, leaving that planet a dried dusty rock. Static frowned, that is a shame, I would have liked to visit it.

You and me both brother, what are you reading? Starshatter leaned over, trying to catch the words on the data-pad. Just some reports I need to catch up, being CMO has a lot more paperwork then I thought.

Starshatter chuckled, leaning back in his seat. Makes me glad im just the head scientist. Static smiled and handed a small device to him brother. Starshatter looked curiously at it. what's this?

A new communication device, I need you to check the circuitry and see if you can fix any surges, it almost stasis-locked a communication officer last shift. Starshatter inspected the innocent looking remote and rubbed his chin in thought. all right, I'll get right on it once I get back to the lab.

A burst of noise came from the ship's Comm. System. "bridge to Static" Static tapped a antennae on his helm, activating his comm. System. " Static here, what's the situation Bridge?"

" Striker has traced the auto-bot signal, we need you to confirm that the location is correct."

"Affirmative. I'll head right up, is Blitzwing in?" The crazed 3-face triple changer was the head communication officer, when his Icy personality was in control. ( Yes! Im using the TFA Blitzwing :P, he is designed more Michael Bay style though) he was the newest addition, the Neutrals finding him abandoned on an old Decepticon base, symbol on his chest scratched out. His story was that the Decepticon forces had gotten fed up of his personalities switching mid-battle and losing important positions. They abandoned him on the old base, wings disabled, left to rust.

"Negative, a few Astro-clicks ago his random personality switched and flew off for, and I quote, 'Static's delicious stashed away energon goodies." Static sighed and, nodding goodbye to his twin, left the Rec. room towards the bridge. " Alright, we better pray he didn't find any. Random on a rush is worse then Bladestorm on high grade." the ship seemed to shudder as one. Bladestorm on high grade went from calm, collected, kind older confidant, to raging nymphomaniac with Random like tendencies. So one can just imagine the state Random was in if he had found his energon goodies.

Entering the bridge, Static had to stoop low to gain access, the old ship designed for normal sized Mechs. Even though the ceilings could barely keep the ship's triple changers from bending to walk, the doors had not been given the same height. Walking over to a large collection of screens, a small black mech sat at the controls. This mech was Striker and he excelled at hacking, probing, and scouting. He was there best sentry, his size and speed making him a hard target to hit. The mech could just fit into a small car alt-form, his lithe frame more suited for two wheeled vehicles. Bending low, Static observed the Data on the screen, checking the wavelengths and the pathways leading to the coordinates, checking for any mistakes or flaws. " It looks sound, but I would suggest letting Blitzwing see it before we try a first contact or follow the signal."

The small Mech nodded and Static backed away, glancing at the other Cybertronians around. Bladestorm sat in the captains chair in the center, dark orange armour gleaming from a small screen in front of him, deeply entranced by the words adorning the screen. Bladestorm was a helicopter Mech, using his small and large rotor blades at very effective weapons, not unlike the Decepticon Blackout. The only femme of the crew, Monochrome, stood over a batch of energon cubes, testing the potency. Her job was to catalogue supplies, keep the ship working and watch all security measures. Her armour was as her name implied, a varying shade of greens, from dark forest greens to neon. It made interesting contrasts in her alt-mode, a small van type vehicle.

The last crew member was Blitzwing, his armour being tan and deep purple. His alt-forms were the standard jet form, like Static's own, and the standard military tank. This made it interesting to see him transform, as his plane form would have tank weapons and his tank form would have wings. He took on an interesting helm, supposedly modelled after the race who had given him his accent. Blitzwing claimed to have gotten the 'German' accent on his final exam trip, catching a primitive organic race using it while passing a solar system. So his helm now had 'goggle' like protrusions on it, serving no real purpose then aesthetics.

The ragtag group varied greatly, but they all came together nicely to create a solid crew, if not a small one. The sliding door opened, and if the raging German cuss words were any indication, Blitzwing hadn't ducked far enough. Turning slightly, Static spotted hothead, the visor adorned personality, rubbing his helm cursing. Catching his gaze, the visor retracted and the lip plates morphed into jagged spikes. " Static! Vhere haf you been? Ve haf been looking for you! Vhere is you energon Gooties?" Static snorted and strode past random. " Like I will tell you." Random pouted, his optics becoming wide and lubricant filled. " Oh Please? I von't tell anyone elze, I promise!" Static just grinned and sat in, again, the only seeker grade chair. Blitzwing's jet wings tended to point up, to he could sit in a normal chair. Static was the only odd Mech out with wings pointing down, making a need for holes in his chair for him.

Blitzwing's face morphed again, this time a optic lens went over his left optic and his dental plates righted themselves. " Vat vas zat I heard earlier about a new lead on ze Auto-bot tranzmition?" Icy walked forward and leaned over Striker, causing the small to squeak. " We got coordinates but we just need a triple check to follow up and chase it." Blitzwing studies the screen, lens swirling and it examined the data in-depth. Nodding he leaned back, Striker sighing in relief, " Ja, it is goot. You can zend a reply message ven Bladestorm comes out of hes cloud nine." The bridge sniggered as Bladestorm glared at a cackling Random. The two communication bots went to work, setting up a transition station. Starshatter walked in some time later, the fritzed device in hand. " I think I fixed it, the power source was to concentrated for the system to function properly. I replaced it with a smaller one." Static nodded and took the device, inspected it, then handed it to Blitzwing, who plugged it into the transition rig.

"Who's going to talk to the big guns that sent the transmittion?" Striker asked as he inputted the coordinates. Everyone looked at Bladestorm, who backed up quickly. " I don't do politics well, if we need something sliced and diced, then you can call on me." The group sighed at the mech, each knew his phobia of talking to Mechs he didn't know. I wore off eventually but it made politics his weak point. Monochrome spoke up, " I think Static should do it." the group stared at her. " Think about it, Blitzwing is a little to unstable for a first meeting, most Mechs don't take femme's seriously, Starshatter would be seen as nothing more then a front-line battle mech, and striker looks too seedy with his black armour and precision build. He's the best option we got."

The others stared Static down, daring him to object. Wanting to say no, just to spite them, Static just sighed, " All right fine, but I don't have to like it." Static brought his chair over and sat in front of the setup, facing the largest screen. Striker loaded the Coordinates and the Bots waited anxiously. Static filled the screen until it cleared and a small grey mech with door-wings looked back at him. " Greetings." Static said, scaring the mech on screen witless. " Oh My! You scared me good! Hello! Just one moment." the mech turned to look out the side of the screen. " Jazz! We got more responders to Optimus' signal!" there was a faint pause before a low, " Who I' it?" sounded out. The grey mech laughed nervously and turned back to an amused Static. " I'm terrible sorry, how very rude of me! What crew are you from and what's your designation please?" Static chuckled at the mech grasped a data pad and pen, door-wings twitching excitedly.

" My designation is Static and I am the CMO of the Neutral Faction elite guard." A large gasp rang from the Grey mech and he dropped the data-pad. There was a yelp and a blue visor adorned mech appeared and caught the pad, yelling a " Bluestreak, what gives man?"

Static chuckled again and rested his helm on his intertwined servo's in front of him. " I wish to speak to your leader, Optimus Prime, on behalf of my Leader, The head of the Neutrals, Bladestorm." it was the white Mechs turn to gasp and drop the pad, it reached the floor this time, no one rushing to catch it. Random spoke up beside him, off-screen.

" I vonder vat has zem in such awe, Nien?" The jagged face cackled.

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There you have it :D chap 2. I apologize if Blitzwing doesn't sound German, I haven't done that accent before. Auto-bots in the near future, behold!

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