Chapter Two

Birth Day


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Sitting on a chair in the medical wing, Commander Starscream had been reduced to a nervous wreck as he awaited the forthcoming of his (future) child. The ends of his claws were becoming worn out as he viciously bit them in anxiety. Knock Out, meanwhile, was sticking his greasy, buffed fingers into regions of Silverlight even Starscream hadn't discovered. The femme herself was better compared to when he had found her. At least now she didn't sound like she was dying.

"All is looking good in there," Knock Out commented. "Ready when you are." The door to the medical bay whirred open and in came Megatron who casually strolled over to the three of them. 'Good evening my liege, will you be joining us?"

"Save your pleasantries Knock Out," the Decepticon leader replied. "You have work to do."

"Yes Lord Megatron…"

How dare that brute just walk-in unannounced and declare himself this way! This was supposed to be Starscream's moment of glory not his! Hadn't Megatron already robbed his Commander of enough dignity already?! However there was no way the seeker would dare say anything, so instead he simply fumed in his chair not wanting to cause a scene. Even Silverlight looked unimpressed, and she rarely showed any emotion. Megatron propped a chair beside the seeker who had to resist the urge to clock him in the face.

"To think that someday...our Decepticon brethren will walk among us once again…"

Starscream relaxed his clenched fist and cleared his throat. "Yes Lord Megatron, certainly, but...this is just one future warrior. M-Many more will be needed…" He wanted to kick himself for being such a snivelling coward when he cringed back in fear as Megatron loomed over him.

"Then I suppose we'll be awfully busy won't we?" Not knowing what else to do Starscream laughed nervously and agreed. He literally could not tell if Megatron was joking or giving a dead-serious command.

"Hate to interrupt your chatter, but we're about ready," the Good Doctor mused.

Nearly tripping over himself, Starscream hastily scrambled over beside Silverlight while his Lord followed behind much more coolly. No rush for him. The doctor coated his arms in some sort of lubricant giving his finish a sleek shine. Carefully Knock Out slid his hands (and the nearly the entirety of his forearm) into Silverlight's opened port. The femme groaned in pain which quickly became a deafening shriek. Suddenly Starscream was pulled by the neck and dragged down towards Silverlight's extremely pissed and hateful face.

"YOU did this to me," she snarled tightening her grip and threatening to puncture with her claws. He tried to pull away but she kept her iron grip on throat.

"Heh heh, Silverlight...dear...what do you -ACK- mean?!" he panicked still trying to escape.

Starscream lived up to his namesake and screeched as she jerked him even closer. "Don't play innocent with me Starscream. I shouldn't have let you blah blah blah…" As he tried vainly to squirm away he caught a glimpse of Knock Out trying to stifle a laugh while finally a booming roar of joyous mirth came from Megatron. It was the type of laughter a murderous warlord would never do under normal circumstances but of course this definitely wasn't one. Somehow Starscream's predicament was enough to make Megatron laugh like a drunken banshee.

After what felt like an eternity of embarrassment and (physical and emotional) pain, the grip on his neck finally released as Knock Out began to yank the protoform from Silverlight's body. Both her and the doctor looked like they were both in agony. Each bearing the other's pain as Knock Out tried to pull the unborn child from her and she had her insides ripped out. They were both groaning from the struggle.

"Almost...there!" Knock Out strained through clenched teeth. "Just a bit-" He nearly fell backwards while Silverlight just let out a long, exasperated sigh of relief. Collecting himself, there in the doctor's arms was the prodigy child they were all expecting. Kind of, anyways.

Cybertronians were not exactly 'born' more so 'hatched.' The protoform was there but surrounded by a disgusting sac of energon and Primus knows what other fluids that it just floats around in for several days before finally deciding 'Gee I'm gonna come out now.' That's when the vile thing will break free, spilling all of the waste-ridden and nutrient-deficient fluids everywhere (sometimes even exploding on the walls). It should also be noted that these fluids stain practically everything they come in contact with, making the clean-up even more laborious. If that wasn't enough, then the thing will demand to be fed after creating said revolting mess while basking in its own filth. Truly a disgusting, selfish creature.

So there in crimson doctor's hands (covered in energon), Starscream saw the embryonic sac of the newborn that apparently shared half his DNA. Aww.

"What is the gender Knock Out?" Megatron asked breaking the tender mood.

A quick check was all the doctor needed needed. "Male. Perfectly healthy."

Large dark claws reached out to take the newborn only to be shoved aside. "I believe that is mine, Lord Megatron," the seeker Commander grinned snatching the lube-coated sac mere inches from Megatron's grasp. From what he could tell it was a seeker, just as he expected, with a silver frame and long slender limbs. Its eyes were still closed as it awaited to break free from it's gelatinous prison. Out of the corner of Starscream's eye however, a bright red one stared back at him in a nearly unreadable mix of anger and longing.

Was that jealously he saw?