From the memory log of Onslaught, Combaticon leader and tactician; happy memory that makes them smile
Yellow optics hidden by a yellow visor peered over the bars to the crib.
There was no sparkling lying in it, so why was it here?
The small blue and green youngling looked over when he heard a bot approaching.
"Sire!" He exclaimed when he saw who it was, running to the bigger mech that picked him up.
Flashcast smiled at the youngling in his arms.
"What's with the crib?" Onslaught couldn't help but ask, no hint of an expression on his faceplate.
"What if I told you that you're going to be a big brother?" Flashcast asked.
Onslaught's optics widened and his mouth opened slightly.
"Carrier sparked?" He asked.
A chuckle escaped Flashcast and he nodded.
"Yeah."
When it came time to place the newspark in its frame, Onslaught was sitting crisscross in front of the smaller frame, his servos in between his legs.
He noted that the color of the frame is mostly black and brown with a little bit of purple.
The youngling watched as the spark was placed in the frame and as the sparkling's systems were booted up.
It was noted that the color of the sparkling's optics were purple.
The sparkling looked around before his optics landed on Onslaught, who smiled brightly and tilted his helm slightly.
Almost immediately, the sparkling reached out to the youngling and made the grabby hands.
That made Onslaught's expression brighten and his smile widen.
Picking up the sparkling, he held the younger close.
From the memory log of Onslaught, Combaticon leader and tactician; memory that makes them angry
Onslaught had gotten out of school in a grumpy mood.
Today hadn't been good to start with and it only got worse as it progressed.
Not even carrier's treats could fix his mood.
"Come on, big mech. Can I have a smile?" Sky High asked and attempted to pinch his cheek plating, only to have him swat her servo away.
"Stop it, carrier. You're not helping," he told.
Sky High's expression saddened and she pulled her servo back.
"Oh, sorry. Guess I'll leave you to it then," she said and left her oldest youngling to read what was on his data pad.
However, it didn't take long for the mechling to get distracted with something he heard just out the window and what he saw out the corner of his optic.
It was his younger brother Blast-Off and it looked like he was in trouble.
Turning off his data pad, Onslaught turned to look fully outside and see that Blast-Off was cornered by a couple mechlings in Onslaught's class and he was a bit damaged.
"You're such a burnout," one said and kicked the younger.
Ok, that did it.
Onslaught stormed out to where they were and shouted, "Hey! Leave him alone!"
Purple optics look at him and a smile crossed Blast-Off's faceplate.
"Big brother!"
Scrambling to his pedes, the smaller youngling went and hid behind Onslaught.
The other two laughed and looked at the visored mechling.
"And what are you going to do about it, groundpounder? Huh? You're practically as useless as he is."
Almost immediately, Onslaught charged the two while giving a battle cry and rammed his helm into them, effectively knocking them to the ground and the intakes out of them.
From the memory log of Onslaught, Combaticon leader and tactician; random memory
The Combaticons had taken control of Cybertron after their banishment from Earth.
Onslaught had been messing with the space bridge tech while Brawl and Blast-Off were sitting just outside the window.
He heard the door to the building swish open, but paid no mind to who entered.
The mech who entered paused and looked when he noticed he wasn't alone, spotting the tactician almost immediately.
Kind of hard to miss with his size and all.
His color scheme seemed all too familiar.
That's when it hit.
"Onslaught?" The newbie asked.
That made the Combaticon leader stop what he's doing and look at the other.
Hadn't heard that voice since he joined the Decepticons.
It was Flashcast.
Seems he's neutral for Onslaught couldn't find an Autobot or Decepticon symbol on his frame.
"Sire?" He asked.
A nod from the other mech.
"What happened to you and Blast-Off? Haven't heard from either of you since the war started," Flashcast said.
"Can't talk sire, kind of busy at the moment," Onslaught told as he got back to work.
It wasn't long before they heard a certain shuttle say, "I'm sure Onslaught has a brilliant plan in mind. He always does."
From the memory log of Onslaught, Combaticon leader and tactician; random memory
Onslaught had gotten into Cybertron's War Academy, meaning he'd have to spend time away from his family.
He'd told them beforehand that a friend would be going with him when he left, in which one followed up with a crack about him having friends, as he hadn't made any in his time in Altihex.
What they didn't know was that his friend (and the Academy) knew him by a different name.
"You're leaving?" Blast-Off asked upon hearing the news.
The elder brother looked at the other and nodded.
"Unfortunately, yes."
He placed a servo on Blast-Off's shoulder plating when he noted the expression on the younger's faceplate.
"Don't worry. I'll be back before you know it," he told with a small smile.
A nod from the younger mech.
"Hey, Combatmaster! You ready?" An unfamiliar voice (to Blast-Off anyway) asked as a different shuttle mech approached the two.
Combatmaster? Really?
Onslaught and Blast-Off looked at them.
"This your friend?" Blast-Off asked.
A nod from the grounder.
"Hey Sprocket," Onslaught greeted.
"Yeah, I'm ready."
Before the two got the chance to leave, Blast-Off out of nowhere drew Onslaught into a tight embrace, which made his optics widen under his visor.
"I'll miss you, big brother."