Warnings: Violent raping, drunk Seekers, sad femme
Chapter 6
"Lie down on the berth and don't squirm." Hook said as gestured with his scanner at the indicated berth.
"Do I have to?" Skywarp groaned, slumping his shoulders.
"'Warp, get your aft on the berth, now." Starscream snapped.
"Fine, whatever." The black and purple Seeker sighed as he dragged himself over to the berth.
Once he was lying down, Hook swept the scanner over him. Everything came up negative. Next, he opened a small panel just over Skywarp's codpiece and checked the condition of the wires within.
"You are clear of viruses and your sparking wires are properly not connected. Next!" Hook waved his scanner for Thundercracker to approach.
"Woo! No sparklings from this Seeker's uncontrolled interfacing!" Skywarp leaped off the berth with his lopsided grin.
Moonstar watched the Seekers get their checkups from the moody Constructicon. The Seekers had dissembled their sparking wires shortly after becoming a trine so that they couldn't spark each other. It was a simple concept for mechs to use as protection from unplanned carryings. Basically, when the two wires located near the spike housing were disconnected they were unable to product an electrical shock that essentially activated the sperm-like nanites. Without being "turned on" by the energy pulse a mech's interface fluids were sterile.
It was also very easy to reverse; simply plugging the wires back into place and the mech could impregnate again. It didn't even require a doctor to perform for its simplicity. Conjunx Endura would use this method so that they could interface without worry of sparking, but when they decided to have a sparking it just was a quick re-wiring.
On very rare occasions, if the mech was seriously injured around the spike housing, the mech's self-repair systems might automatically re-wire the cables. Hook was adamant about checking all the Seekers and other interface-happy mechs to ensure this phenomenon did not occur. The last thing he wanted was having to birth a crying, screaming sparkling and all the drama of the check-ups and grouchy carriers.
"You're clean as well, Starscream." Hook replied as he replaced the panel on the Air Commander's lower body.
"See? Nothing to fret over, Good Doctor." Starscream smirked as he stood up.
"Mhmm… Your turn now, femme."
Moonstar walked by the Seekers and set herself upon the berth. Hook ran the scanner over her much smaller frame and studied the results.
"She's clear, but I still would like to place a grounding in her." Hook said as he turned to Starscream.
"She's fine, Hook. None of us are going to be reconnecting our wires anytime soon." Starscream said dismissively.
"Hmm, well, then that means you can get out of my medbay." He jabbed the scanner at the door.
"Moonstar, come." Starscream called her as if she were a pet.
She silently obeyed him, slipping off the berth and trotting after the SIC.
The rest of the orbital cycle she spent sitting by Starscream on the floor as he worked in the Control Room. Megatron appeared for only a short time to discuss a few matters with his Second, but was mostly absent. Starscream had a long conversation with Scrapper on the siphoning machine, and another with Soundwave about reconnaissance. He even had a verbal conflict with Shockwave over the vid screen. First it was only about business as usual, then it somehow turned into a heated debate regarding the intelligence of Seekers, which in turn evolved into Starscream effectively silencing Shockwave with his impressive swearing and comparing the former senator to various forms of parasitic pests. Moonstar wasn't sure of what to make of the matter.
They returned to Starscream's quarters that evening in complete silence. He had barely spoken to her all orbital cycle and most of the time acted as if she didn't even exist. He put his code in for the door and shoved her within. She silently watched him go to his desk and once again begin working on something or other. Sighing softly, she sat on the couch and picked up a datapad that she had been reading.
It was another couple of joors later when Starscream set aside his work and rose from his seat.
"Come, Moonstar." He called her.
She set down her datapad and followed him into the berthroom. Her servos wrung nervously as she neared the berth he was gesturing at.
"Lean over it like a good slave." His voice was cold, completely devoid of anything close to a spark.
"Are you going to do this to me every night?" She softly asked, already knowing the answer.
"Are you going to keep whining every time?" Was the dry reply. "Now, lean."
Static blurred her vision as the sobs threatened to break free from her vocalizer. Trembling, she placed her servos on the berthside and leaned forward. His hands began their caressing over her wings, then moved on to her chest piece, waist, and eventually to her codpiece. She was softly moaning by the time his servo cupped her crotch, eliciting her soft gasp. He tapped it impatiently; the obvious, silent command making Moonstar begin her sobbing.
"Please, I don't want to do this." She whimpered, knowing he didn't care.
"Open up, femme." He growled.
"Starscream, please. Please, stop forcing me." Her sobs were louder, her frame shaking uncontrollably.
Starscream rolled his optics in frustration. Why the femme couldn't just cease her constant sniveling was ridiculous. His one servo wrapped tightly around her mouth causing her to squeak in surprise and fear. His other servo began to feel over her codpiece roughly.
"Open or I get forceful." He growled in her audio receptor.
Fearing what "forceful" meant, she removed her codpiece and he was instantly inside. She curled in on herself from the sudden force, her wails muffled by his servo still tightly wrapped around her mouth. He was not gentle in his thrusts, and quickly gained speed. He finally removed his servo from her mouth plates to grab her waist. She fell forward onto the berth, her servos clawing at its surface as she cried.
"Please! Please, slow down! Ah! Pleeeeaase!"
He didn't listen.
When her overload came she screamed. Her fingers dented the berthtop from tearing at it in her agony. Starscream rode through his overload in the usual fashion of a growl and gritted denta. He stayed in her for several astrosceonds as he allowed his systems to cool. He pulled out quickly, making her whimper painfully. She folded her codpiece back into place and sobbed into the berth, her arms folded around her helm.
"If you don't stop I will gag you every time." Starscream snapped, his servos on his hips.
She spun around and glared at him. "You expect me to remain silent when you hurt me?! When you rape me?! I am not your property! I am not - Ah!" She yelped loudly when his blue servo slapped her across the faceplates.
"You do not raise your vocalizer at me, femme!" He shouted at her furiously. She collapsed in a heap on the deckplates hiding her face in her servos as she cried. "This is your last warning."
She looked up at him, her blue optics now white from static. "I-I just don't want you to hurt me." She choked out between pitiful sobs.
"You're pathetic. All you Autobots are weak and overly sensitive." He growled.
"Skywarp seems overly sensitive to me." She said softly.
Starscream's optics brightened with intense, unadulterated fury. He roughly grabbed her by the upper arm and yanked her to her peds. He swung her to the door and shoved her out so hard and fast that she was thrown against his desk, her helm striking the corner of it. She screamed, clutching her helm as she curled into a ball on the floor.
Starscream crouched by her, his servo grabbing her chin and forcing her to look up at him. "You will be wise to remain silent regarding my trinemates, Autobot." He snarled, his optics still burning with fierce rage.
He released her chin and stalked back to the berthroom. The door hissed shut, leaving her alone in the dark room. She held her face and cried long into the night until her systems calmed down enough for her to fall into recharge on the cold deckplates.
He didn't speak to her in the morning. He simply left her alone in the hab suite the entire orbital cycle and returned late that night. Once again he forced her to lean over his desk as he took her. She was too scared from last night's experience to fight back or even beg. She cried through the entirety of it, shrieking through her overload and collapsing to the deckplates in a heap when he was finished. He didn't even bother to call her into the berthroom. She slept on the couch instead, sobbing silently into the night.
This pattern continued for the next orn; he was gone all orbital cycle, took her savagely at night, and barely spoke a word to her. Skywarp and Thundercracker came over only once during that time about the fifth day after she had been struck by Starscream. The three of them took her, but with Thundercracker present the other two were gentle. That was her first return to the berth, and she was ordered back to it every night thereafter. It was at the end of the orn since she was thrown against the desk that Starscream changed his routine.
Moonstar watched him check over his null rays and clean a pistol that was placed on his desk. He was silent as usual, his face an enigma.
"What are you doing?" She asked so softly it was almost inaudible.
Starscream spared her a side longed glance, never ceasing his work. "I am preparing for a raid tomorrow, if you must know. You will remain here as always. I won't be gone all orbital cycle."
She nodded slowly, watching him as he worked. A few breems later he set his null rays on his desk and subspaced the pistol. He gestured for her to follow him into the berthroom to be taken as he did every night. She followed him, stopping before the berth and chewing her lower lip plate as she thought.
"Starscream," She spoke softly, turning around to face him. "Can… Can we do something different this night? Since you are going into battle tomorrow, maybe it will be good for you?"
"And what, pray tell, would that be?" He asked, not sounding completely convinced on the benefits of changing the routine.
"Can we change positions? I-I want to be taken lying on my back… with you over me and… and you kissing me as you do it." She needed to feel his lips over hers again. She had to explore that phenomenon further.
"Fine," He shrugged. "I don't care."
She gave a slow nod before climbing onto the berth and lying on her back. Starscream crawled over her, positioning himself between her legs as he put them on either of his hips. Moonstar increased her intake of air, essentially breathing faster as she watched the face of her uncaring master. He touched her frame, stroking and caressing her in an almost loving manner. She moaned softly at the familiar sensation, her internal fans turning on to cool her off. She folded away her codpiece, not wanting to hear him forcefully command it. She kept her optics on his when she heard his codpiece being removed as well. His larger servos held her thin wrists on either side of her helm as he prepared to enter her. She swallowed, trying to relax her panicking systems.
All at once, he entered her and captured her lips in a tremendous kiss. She moaned deeply into that amazing mouth, his glossa tangling with hers as he began to thrust. She offlined her optics and just felt him in her, mouthing her, holding her. His thrusts weren't so fast or hard as usual, instead they were at a calm, steady pace allowing her to actually gain some pleasure from the experience.
His servos released her wrists to gently hold her waist, his thumbs massaging small circles into her plating. Her own servos reached up to wrap around his helm, pulling him closer. She arched her back as he gained speed and power with his humping, her moans inaudible from the passionate kiss.
The kiss was just as amazing as the last two times, only somehow increased in intensity by his thrusts and servos holding her just so. She didn't know why, but she felt more than incredible or pleasured by it all. It felt so right, so natural, so extraordinary that she never wanted it to end. This was the way they were meant to be, not him abusing her or dominating over her. She could feel the excess energy coursing through her systems, readying her for an epic overload. Then, without her consent, her chest piece folded away exposing her brightly pulsing spark. Starscream's own spark was revealed almost immediately, tendrils of raw energy reaching out and entangling with her own spark's. She had never felt something so foreign and yet so spectacular before. She moaned loudly into his mouth, surprised to hear him moaning softly as well. Electrical charges flowed between the sparks and coursing through their systems causing them an overwhelming sensation of pleasure and euphoria.
Their overload came simultaneously, rupturing them in a brilliant flash of raw energy bursting from their sparks and circulating through their frames and into the metal berth, heating it up. Their lips parted for both of them to cry out loud in unfathomable ecstasy, their frames arching into each others.
When the excess energy had passed through their systems, Starscream leaned over her with his servos resting on either side of her helm. His chest piece folded back over his spark chamber, hers following his example. They were both panting heavily, fans humming loudly from within. After nearly a klik, Starscream removed himself and stood up. He took several backward steps from the berth, servos raised up to touch his chest piece. Moonstar sat up and watched him, a small, surprised smile tugging at her lips.
"What… What. The. Frag. Was. That." Starscream said slowly, his optics widening.
"I-I think we spark bonded." She said sheepishly.
"No slag." He said in a "well, duh" voice. "No, what I want to know is why I have never felt like-like… this before after all the thousands of vorns I've been interfacing with my trine! I've spark bonded with them both at the same time I don't know how many times and I have never been so-so…" He trailed off, unable to find words to accurately describe his current feelings.
"So engulfed in your own utopia." Moonstar said softly.
Starscream's optics narrowed, his wings twitching momentarily. "Not a word of this with anyone." He growled with gritted denta.
"Why? Because you just had the overload of a lifetime with a, oh what was that lovable term you used? A slut? An Autobot interface slave?" She retorted with her own optics thin slits.
"Don't push your luck. Just because you did manage to overload me beyond the Well doesn't mean I won't punish you." He pointed a threatening digit at her.
"You felt it during that first kiss too. I know you did!" She cried as she slid off the berth and stood defiantly before him, her servos clenched into fists on her sides. "You looked me in the optics with that same look you just gave me astroseconds before! And you felt it again during that second kiss. You know that there is something going on between us!"
"The only thing going on between us is a Decepticon master fragging his Autobot slave!" He shouted back at her, taking a dangerous step towards her. "There is nothing else there, femme."
"But-"
"Enough! If I hear you utter a single word about this again I will punish you with an energon whip!" He shrieked, his fists shaking with rage at his sides. "Do I make myself clear?"
Moonstar's optics whitened with static, her lower lip trembling. She nodded slowly, wringing her servos against her breast plates. Starscream's wings twitched in his now cooling fury. He pointed at the berth sharply, his denta clenched.
"Get on. I need to recharge."
She did so, and he climbed in after her a few astroseconds later. He forced her to turn away from him so that her back was against his front, a strong arm wrapped around her thin waist. She listened to him fall into recharge, his heated breaths beating gently against her nape.
Her servo reach up and she touched her lips, once again her thoughts returned to his unearthly kiss. He may deny it all he wanted to, but she knew Primus was giving them a signal. She had found her fantasy lover in the most unimaginable circumstance, and only needed to get him to see that for himself.
She would do just that, no matter how much he fought her.
Starscream left early that morning, not speaking or even sparing her a glance before attaching his null rays to his arms and walking out. She spent the orbital cycle cleaning the hab suite, then reading the datapads given to her. Despite his cruel words, she was smiling thinking about how they had overloaded so. There was no way that that wasn't a sign from Primus that they should be Conjunx Endura. And his trinemates obviously loved him, so there had to be goodness in his spark. It just needed a little coaxing to come out.
She just needed to formulate a plan to get him to give her a chance.
Everything was going well, and she smiled when she heard the telltale sound of thruster heels clacking just outside the door. She set aside her datapad and excitedly approached the door as it opened. Her spark sunk with what she saw.
"Hellooooo, Beautiful."
Earlier:
The raid had gone well in not only effectively distracting the Autobots long enough for the Constructions to finish up with the siphoning machine on the pipe, but in also garnered a large amount of energon cubes. A quick skirmish broke out when the Autobots finally arrived, but the Decepticons managed to escape with only a few minor injuries.
Now, most of the crew were in the Rec Room celebrating and relaxing. Well, they were relaxing until the high grade came out. Megatron was not a fan of the intoxicating beverage, but he wasn't around, only his Second who had no qualms with the crew having a few - or a lot - sips. And with the introduction of high grade to a large gathering of brutish warriors were the games to prove one superior to the other.
Skywarp slammed another empty shot glass down on the table before him, cheers erupting from the small crowed gathered around the table. "Dat's yetsh anuber wun, Screhmer…" He drunkenly smiled.
Starscream sat across from him, slowly, deliberately picking up another full cube before him. He studied the pile of now empty cubes between them, then he glanced at the passed out blue Seeker sitting between them. Thundercracker had passed out a few drinks ago, his helm crashing loudly against the table. That smirk Starscream was so well known for spread over his visage and he tossed his helm back, downing the high grade in a single go.
"And, dat my liddle Sheekerling, is how it'sh dun." Starscream managed to say as he nonchalantly dropped the cube in the pile of other finished cubes.
Skywarp made a face at the empty cube pile. Bets were being whispered all around them as Swindle kept track on a datapad. Skywarp squinted as he picked up another cube, eyed his trineleader as if he was something revolting, and then drank the cube dry.
"Heh, heh, heh… I… Dat's me… I won…" Skywarp giggled.
Starscream scowled, his optics slits. He downed another cube without hesitation, and tossed the empty cube aside. Skywarp's optics brightened for a moment. He smiled, trying to stand on wobbly legs and using the table to keep balance. He made his way around the table to Starscream and sat on his trineleader's lap.
"I want… I want a tie-breaker, Shcrehmer…" He said as he placed a digit on Starscream's lip plates.
"A wut…?" Starscream brilliantly articulated.
Skywarp answered him by grasping his helm and catching his lips in a lustful kiss. Starscream's didn't fight him, only leaned into the kiss and pulled Skywarp closer. Catcalls, whistles, and approving shouts sounded all around. Their kissing only became more passionate, their servos roaming over their frames and pleasuring each other. Starscream placed his servos on Skywarp's aft and tried to lift him to the table, but he lost his balance and ungracefully they both fell to the deckplates. Unfazed by this, Starscream pushed Skywarp onto his back and climbed on top of him, once again lavishing his lips with kisses. As the drunk cheers sounded all around, Starscream entered Skywarp and began thrusting. They moaned into each others mouths, Skywarp writhing beneath his commanding officer as he was pounded into the floor.
"Uh, I lub you shexy secredary." Skywarp managed to moan between kisses. "I lub my Shrehmer!"
"I lub you too, Shkywarp." Starscream smirked.
Skywarp's chest plating parted revealing his glowing spark. Starscream's did the same, and soon the tendrils of energy were wrapped as one as they reached for each other. The drunken cheering only escalated, and some of the crowd members were kissing and groping each other.
The Seekers' overload came hard and fast, causing them to cry out their drunk bliss for all to hear. There was a roar of applause, and someone shouted, "frag him again!" Starscream exited his trinemate, who giggled like an idiot at the feeling. Carefully, Starscream stood up on wobbly legs and somehow managed to help Skywarp up without falling over.
"I wanna crash at your place tonight, babe." Skywarp smiled as he leaned into Starscream.
"Help me getsh Thudder… Thrucker… Thun-thun…. this guy back." Starscream waved a servo at the recharging mech.
"Whutebersh you shay, gorgeoush."
The two Seekers hoisted Thundercracker up off his seat, a blue and black arm over each of their shoulders, and clumsily dragged him away. The catcalls and other vulgar comments followed them until the door slid behind them, leaving them in a quiet corridor.
"Primush, TeeShee… You are hehby…" Starscream remarked to his offline wingmate.
Thundercracker moaned from their uncoordinated walking jostling his helm.
"Hahahahaha!" Skywarp laughed heartily. "Mech, you are wun funny guy, Thundcrack."
"Are we dere yet…?" Starscream squinted as he looked ahead.
"It'sh your houshe. How I 'shpose to know where you keep it?"
"Why are the walls so… moving? Make it shtahp. I need to walk shtraight."
"Shcrehmer! There'sh shumding pinkish running in the hall!"
"I don't shee anyding…"
"Dere! Wait, no, that'sh magenta." Skywarp giggled. "I think it wuz a pink turbofox. Whoa, Shcrehmer…!"
"Whuh…?"
"You are shoooooo…. hot." Skywarp reached over and touched Starscream's side with a digit while making a hissing sound, then jerking his servo away as if he had gotten burnt. "Hot."
"Heh, oh looksh! I know thish plashe. It'sh my room." He paused, his servo hovering over the keyboard to put his code in. "Hey, what's my passhward?"
"Megatron Shucks Shpike…?" Skywarp rubbed his helm as if thinking deeply about it.
"No, no, that'sh for my… my um… my other ding. Oh, I remember now."
It took Starscream four tries before the door opened. They lugged Thundercracker just inside the doorframe when Skywarp looked up.
"Hellooooo, Beautiful." He drawled, dropping his load and approaching Moonstar.
"Skies… Thunderclack iz… I think broken." Starscream sounded like he was on the verge of wailing as he dropped Thundercracker unceremoniously on the floor.
"Shcrehmer, you neber told me you had a femme." Skywarp looked like he was about to cry as he looked back at Starscream.
"I have a wut?" Starscream was prodding his ped against Thundercracker's side in a pathetic attempt to get the blue Seeker to stand.
"I want her! Can I Shtar?"
"I get my turn first! Whoa, that was dizzying." Starscream placed a servo on his helm as he steadied himself.
"Primus, you guys are beyond over energized." Moonstar said softly as she backed away from them.
"Come on, prehtty. I want to… I want to frag you." Skywarp approached her, almost tripping over his own peds.
"No, stay back!" She leaped behind the desk and used it as a barrier from the black Seeker.
"But, I want to frag you." Skywarp once again looked like a kicked puppy.
"I get her firsht." Starscream growled, approaching the desk and walking around it.
Moonstar started to go on the opposite side, but Skywarp blocked her. Terrified, she climbed over the desk and bolted for the door. Just as was about to escape, a black servo grabbed her ankle and she fell face first to the decking.
"Why are you running?" Thundercracker mumbled as he tried to get up, his servo not releasing her.
"Let go!" She shrieked, panic welling inside her.
"Mine!" Starscream grabbed her by the arm and yanked her up.
"No, I want a turn!" Skywarp complained like a sparkling not getting what he wanted.
Moonstar kicked, punched, and screamed as she was dragged back into the room and thrown on the floor. She was instantly pinned down by Starscream, who wasted no time in manually opening her codpiece.
"NO! STOP! STARSCREAM, SKYWARP, STOP!" She screeched, desperately trying to fight them off.
Skywarp grabbed her arms and helped hold her down while Starscream positioned himself to penetrate her.
"PLEASE! Primus, please! Stop! No! AHHH!"
Starscream roughly entered her and wasted no time in thrusting hard and fast. She screamed, sobbing and trying to fight back, but to no avail. When she finally overloaded she shrieked, her vocalizer fizzling with static from the sheer power of the cry.
"My turn!" Skywarp shoved Starscream aside and mounted Moonstar.
"I don't feel too well, guys…" Thundercracker moaned from where he sat on the deckplates holding his helm.
Moonstar cried as Skywarp penetrated her and thrust forcefully. Every thrust was more painful than the last, and he was no better than Starscream's treatment. She cried through her overload, sobbing into the floor as the pain resonated through her systems.
"I go again." Starscream smiled as he approached.
"Guys, I think I'm going to-" Suddenly Thundercracker purged his tanks onto his lap, the disgusting sound of his gaggling catching the other Seeker's attention.
"Whut wrong, Thundercluck?" Skywarp asked as he stood up and walked over to the blue Seeker.
"You don't look sho gud." Starscream said while squinting at Thundercracker.
"I don't feel so good…" He groaned.
Moonstar took her chance and made a break for the door. The Seekers didn't notice her departure, too caught up in the purplish liquid now covering the deckplates all around Thundercracker. She ran into the hall and down the corridors, her optics white with static, her valve burning, and their fluids staining her thighs. She didn't know where she was going, but she just had to get away from them before they seriously harmed or even offlined her.
She turned a corner and ran straight into another mech. She shrieked, jumping back but a large servo grabbed her by the wrist.
"Hey, look! I found a femme!" The mech's face was in hers, his breath thick with the scent of high grade.
"You found what, Wildrider?" A yellow mech asked as he approached.
"A femme, Drag Strip. See?" Wildrider pulled her roughly by the arm to show her off.
"What are you two idiots blabbering about?" A massive grey mech demanded as he stalked over.
"Heh, look boss! It's a femme!" Wildrider grinned from head spike to head spike.
"That's Starscream's femme." Motormaster said slowly, an evil grin spreading over his visage.
"Ew, Starscream." Wildrider stuck his glossa out. "We don't like him."
"Why do those Seekers get to have all the fun?" Drag Strip groused. "Why can't we get some?"
"Please, let me go." Moonstar struggled to free herself knowing where the conversation was going.
"Starscream wouldn't know." Drag strip continued, grabbing Moonstar by the other arm.
"Yeah, wouldn't know." Wildrider parroted.
"Go ahead then." Motormaster gestured for them to continue.
"No! Please, stop!" Moonstar screamed as the two smaller Stunticons grabbed her and forced her to spin around.
Her codpiece was practically torn off, making her shriek before Drag Strip entered her. He was rougher than the Seekers and she cried so hard her vocalizer was fizzling in and out of static.
"Shut up!" Wildrider slapped her across the faceplates, only making her scream louder.
Drag Strip wrapped a servo around her mouth plates and silenced her that way, holding so tightly that small dents formed. She overloaded painfully, screaming as he relieved himself into her. Without a word, he passed her on to Wildrider who was not any gentler. Her screams echoed down the corridors, but no one was listening.
When Wildrider was through with her he pushed her over to Motormaster who jerked her before his massive bulk without a word.
"Please…" She said so softly, her vocalizer hurting from all the crying.
The pain that came from Motormaster entering her was far more intense and painful than anything she had ever gone through before. She screamed so loud that her vocalizer broke in mid shout, and only a gurgling static emitted from her mouth. Energon leaked from her lips from the damaged vocalizer, and from her valve with was now torn apart from Motormaster's size. Her thighs were covered in mech fluid and her energon, running down her legs and onto the deckplates. Her waist, arms, and wings were dented and scraped from unloving servos manhandling her, and she was crying so hard that coolant was pouring from her static white optics. She felt herself about to enter emergency stasis lock when there was a powerful sonic boom.
The Stunticons covered their audio receptors and Motormaster threw her aside in his attempt to protect himself.
"Assault: State purpose!" Soundwave's monotone voice seemingly erupted as he stomped over, servos in tight fists by his sides.
"Ah, my audio receptors!" Wildrider groaned.
"Uh, boss… It's Soundwave." Drag Strip brilliantly perceived for his gestalt leader.
Soundwave looked over the mess before him: Three Stunticons on the ground moaning, an energon and fluid stained corridor, and a severely damaged femme about to enter stasis lock. Despite not showing any emotions, his anger somehow was radiating from his being in strong, pulsing waves.
"Rumble, Frenzy: Eject." He pressed the button on his shoulder and the two cassettes leaped out and transformed.
"Want us to take out the trash, boss?" Rumble grabbed his pistol off his back and pointed it at the Stunticons.
"Affirmative."
"You heard him! To the brig with ya!" The red cassette twin ordered with a wave of his pistol.
"Yeah, and you ain't coming out for a long time, you fraggers!" Rumble added.
"What? We're being sent to the brig?" Motormaster demanded as he got on his peds.
"Punishment for committed crime: Lenient. Punishment for disrespect to superior: Severe."
"Fine." Motormaster growled with gritted denta. "We'll go to the brig."
"And no funny ideas!" Rumble said as he lead the way to the brig, the three Stunticons in tow and Frenzy taking up the rear.
Soundwave turned his attention to Moonstar, his visor brightening momentarily. She was on her side, gasping, her frame trembling in uncontrollable quakes as she fought off her stasis lock. She couldn't feel anything but the pain. Her legs were pulled from her hip sockets, her valve broken, tears over her frame, and her throat gurgling between wheezes.
Soundwave carefully picked her up bridal style, her limbs and helm limply dangling from his arms. He walked quickly, trying not to cause her any more pain as he made his way to the medbay.
::Hook: Report to medbay. Immediately.:: He said through the comm. link.
::At this joor? Can't it wait till morning?:: Was the less than enthusiastic reply.
::Negative.::
::Alright, alright. Don't get your cables in a bunch. I'm on my way.::
Hook arrived at the medbay just as Soundwave did, stopping in mid step when he caught sight of the Communications Officer.
"What happened to her?" Hook exclaimed as he punched in the code to unlock the medbay and stepped inside.
"Stunticons." Soundwave intoned as he placed her delicate frame on the closest medberth.
"Of course. All those imbeciles do is cause me more work! If it isn't crashing into the crewmechs during their immature races it's ripping apart femmes." Hook waved a scanner over Moonstar. "Aw, fraggit." He activated his comm. link as he continued reading the scanner results. "Scrapper, I need you in medbay, now." He paused. "No, it cannot wait. No, don't bring the others." He turned back to Soundwave. "This is going to be a long night."
"Oh, my aching processor…." Starscream moaned as his optics onlined the next morning. He slowly sat up and looked around. He was on the floor by his desk, Skywarp sprawled beside him and Thundercracker slung over the desk on his front. He rebooted his optics a couple of times, then awkwardly rose to his peds using the side of the desk to balance himself.
"Whoa, I feel like slag." Skywarp muttered as he too onlined.
"How much did I drink last night?" Starscream placed a servo on Thundercracker's back to steady himself.
"I don't remember my designation…" Skywarp stared at his servos that he held before his face.
Suddenly, Starscream leaned forward and purged his fuel tanks all over Skywarp. Skywarp didn't move, simply offlined his optics and sat through it. Starscream wiped the back of his hand across his lip plates, groaning.
"Gee, thanks Screamer." Skywarp said dryly, still not moving with offlined optics.
"That was a lot of energon…" Starscream clutched his abdominal plating.
::Hook to Commander Starscream.:: Starscream's comm. link crackled to life.
"Commander Starscream reading you."
::Well, you sound wonderful this morning. Please, find time in your busy schedule to come by medbay.:: Hook replied sarcastically.
"Why do I need to-" Starscream stopped mid sentence to once again purge his tanks all over Skywarp.
Hook listened to the disgusting sound over the comm. link, his face uncaring. Scrapper was beside him working at some device, obviously making a face behind his battle mask and visor.
::Hmm, maybe I should check in on that while you're here?:: Hook added in the same tone once Starscream had finished.
"I will be there…" Starscream growled.
"So, um, is someone going to help me clean this off?" Skywarp asked, not daring to move less the unprocessed energon leak into somewhere unwanted.
Moonstar was in a medically induced stasis lock, wires connecting her to machines and an energon drip in her arm. Her frame was still damaged and filthy, Hook not having the time to deal with the superficial wounds until he finally got her stable. The Decepticon medic stood over her writing something on a datapad when the Elite Trine entered.
"What is it, Hook?" Starscream demanded without preamble.
"Took you long enough. Waiting until your hangover had passed?" Hook asked without even moving to face them.
"No, it was mostly cleaning unprocessed energon out of my joints." Skywarp replied matter-of-factly.
"What is wrong with her?" Starscream asked finally noticing the victim on the medberth.
"That, Commander Starscream, is what is looks like when a femme slave gets caught by over energized Stunticons." Hook said as if he was giving a lecture.
"What?" Starscream stomped over, shoving Hook aside. He studied her broken frame for a moment before snatching the datapad out of Hook's servo.
"Hey!" Hook exclaimed surprised from Starscream's actions.
Starscream paid him no mind, quickly reading over the contents of the datapad. Skywarp crept closer to the femme, his servos wringing uncomfortably. Thundercracker spared one glance before turning away.
"Where are they now." Starscream grunted through gritted denta once he finished reading the report.
"Soundwave locked them in the brig. He was the one who found them in the midst of violating her. If not for his intervention she would have offlined. Lucky for you I'm good at my job." Hook said taking the datapad back.
"Did he mention anything about their punishment other than brig time?" Starscream inquired, his faceplates becoming ominous.
"No, but then again, he never says much."
"Skywarp, Thundercracker." Starscream called them to follow him like pets, something he only did when he was truly pissed off.
Skywarp gave Thundercracker a nervous expression, worried over Moonstar and what his trineleader was about to do. Thundercracker just shook his head, not knowing what to say.
The three entered the brig silently, the clacking of their thruster heels announcing their arrival to the two small cassettes on duty.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" Rumble demanded looking up from his datapad where he was playing a game.
"Be gone, cassettes. This has nothing to do with you." Starscream spoke to them like they were the filth of the universe.
"Hey! Don't talk to us like that! We are guarding the prisoners who were attacking your slave." Frenzy exclaimed, jumping to his peds.
"I know. Now, get." He jabbed a digit to the door, emphasizing his words.
Rumble opened his mouth to speak, but Frenzy grabbed his arm and led him away. "Come on, Bro. We better go before he starts his banshee impression."
Starscream watched them leave with narrowed optics. Once gone, he turned to the cell holding the three Stunticons, his wings rising threateningly.
"Care to explain your actions, Motormaster?" Starscream asked smoothly, his arms crossed.
"Why are you here, Starscream? Our punishment is already being served." Motormaster rasped in annoyance at the hated Seeker's presence.
"Punishment? No, no, you misunderstand, Stunticon. This is merely a holding cell until your punishment. I have special plans for you."
"What do you mean? Soundwave-"
"Isn't here nor is directly in charge of covering the particular crime of yours. That's my job." Starscream smirked.
"Crime? We fragged an Autobot femme that was running loose in the ship!" Motormaster leaped to his peds from the berth he had been sitting on.
"Wrong! You damaged my property. The property of your commanding officer. And you have been fully aware that she is mine for the past orn!"
"You can't punish us without reporting to Megatron about it." Motormaster said firmly.
"Not regarding personal matters. If you had betrayed the Decepticons then, yes, I would have to report directly to Megatron. But, no, you damaged personal property of a superior officer. And not any superior officer, but that of the Second in Command and Air Commander."
"You can't do this-"
"Actually, I can. And seeing how you are the leader of the Stunticons you had the ability to order your grunts down, but did you? No. So, therefore, it is you who is in the wrong and therefore it is you who shall receive the primary retribution."
"This is ridiculous." Motormaster growled.
"What are you gonna do to him?" Wildrider couldn't help but ask from where he was slumped on the deckplates.
Starscream's smirk grew. "How Seekers punish their criminals."
Skywarp and Thundercracker exchanged wide optic glances. Starscream put in his code on the console beside the door causing the energy bars to dissipate. Motormaster was seething, but he exited the cell and stood by Starscream as the Seeker replaced the energy bars. Starscream led the way out of the brig, Motormaster behind him and the other two Seekers flanking the truck.
They walked through several corridors until entering a training room where all the Seekers currently aboard the Nemesis stood waiting. Starscream gestured for Motormaster to stand in the center of the circle of Seekers.
"This is a lynch mob, isn't it?" Motormaster demanded as he waved a servo at the gathered group.
"If you weren't a member of a gestalt then your assumption would have been correct." Starscream replied dryly, his arms crossed. "No, this is how Seekers punish their criminals."
"All this because I damaged an Autobot?!"
"No, because you damaged what was mine to spite me! I will not take such impertinence from you or anyone else! And if I must make an example of you, then so be it."
"I doubt Megatron would allow this! I demand to see Megatron!"
Starscream rolled his optics and shot Motormaster with his null ray. Motormaster roared as he convulsed and fell to the deckplates. Starscream stood over him, that devilish smirk on his faceplates.
"Well, let's teach a lessen, my Seekers."
Moonstar onlined her optics, the world before her a blurred mixture of colors and muffled sounds. Slowly, she pushed herself into a sitting position, wires connected to her frame swinging from her movements. Everything was sore, and it still hurt between her legs. She looked around, her vision coming into focus so that she could make out the image of the form on the medberth on the other side of the medbay. Her optics widened and she nearly jumped off her berth.
Motormaster was there, his limbs ripped off and set aside on another medberth. Hook and Scrapper were bent over him in the midst of getting his right arm reattached. There was dried energon on the medberth and deckplates, but the leaking wounds had long since been repaired.
"Finally awake, eh?"
Moonstar jerked her helm around to the sudden voice beside her. Rumble and Frenzy were sitting on a chair nearby, their legs dangling off the edge and swinging.
"How ya feeling?" Rumble spoke again, true concerned about her welfare in his voice.
"I… I feel better." She said quietly, her vocalizer still fritzing slightly with static.
"You look a lot better." Frenzy remarked. "Slag, you almost offlined from those glitches!"
"Why were you running around like that all alone?"
Moonstar didn't answer right away. Her optics traveled down to gaze at the deckplates, the memories of last night's horrors returning to her in a dramatic rush of searing pain. The Seekers being so over energized they didn't even remember her and the terrible raping she had received from them and the Stunticons was too much. Her lower lip trembled, her dainty servos grasping and twisting with each other as she fought off the urge to break down and cry until she offlined.
"They hurt me." She finally said in a voice barely over a whisper.
"Yeah, and Starscream and his flyboys busted up Motormaster." Rumble said with a gesture towards the mentioned Stunticon.
"He hurt me first. Starscream and Skywarp were over energized. They hurt me and-and I ran from them." Her voice was still so soft.
"He's been hurting ya since the first orbital cycle." Rumble pointed out, his vocalizer firm. "Frenz and I saw ya crying that one time."
"Yeah, and we even told Soundwave about it." Frenzy added.
"Starscream is a glitch."
"All Seekers are glitches."
"And Screamer is their leader so that makes him the head slagger."
"He also is annoying as frag."
"And loud."
Moonstar didn't look up at them as they went on, instead thinking about how Starscream had kissed her. Surely he wasn't all that bad, right? Not if he could make her feel so… alive.
"He was the one who did that?" She asked softly, her optics focusing on Motormaster's still form.
"Yeah, something about punishing him 'the Seeker way.' That's what Drag Strip said anyway." Rumble answered.
"He punished him for hurting me?"
"No, he punished him for 'damaging his property." Frenzy corrected.
"But, he went out of his way to do all of that." Her voice was a little stronger.
"Hmm, him and all of those Seekers. He called them all off duty just to do it, too." Frenzy crossed his arms as he spoke.
Moonstar turned to look at the cassettes. "Where is he?"
"He's probably at his desk or on patrol. Haven't seen him all orbital cycle." Rumble said.
"When can I go?"
"Whenever Hook says ya can."
Moonstar couldn't wait for that long. She had to see Starscream and speak with him. If he had done all of that to her attacker - well, the one that hurt her the most, at least - surely he felt something for her. Surely he didn't just go around summoning all of his Seekers to slag just anyone, right? And to slag them to such an extent, too.
"Hey, what's ya thinking 'bout?" Rumble inquired when she was quiet for too long.
"Oh? Um, just stuff. I would like to leave soon. Can Hook let me go now?"
"He's busy undoing what Screamer did. Ya just gonna have ta wait." Frenzy said with a shrug.
Moonstar nodded her head, her optics looking down at her servos which were resting in her lap. Hook was the medic so he knew best. She supposed she could wait.
"Your self repair systems will finish up what's still damaged." Hook explained to the femme as he removed the wires connected to her. "It will be sore for a few orbital cycles, nothing to fret about. The primary concern is your interface organs. Your valve was severely damaged and will be on the mend for quite some time. Nointerfacing until the soreness down there is completely absent, understood?" She nodded. "I will inform Starscream to ensure he doesn't force you to do anything until then." He set aside the last of the wires and gave her a long look. "One of my brothers will escort you back to Starscream's quarters. I rather not have to fix you again."
Scavenger walked in just then and approached them. He nodded once to Moonstar who only looked down at the deckplates.
"Alright, get out of my medbay." Hook ordered in a firm voice that was neither harsh nor soft.
Moonstar slid off the berth and turned to Hook. "Thank you." She said so softly.
Hook stopped, his visor brightening momentarily. "Uh, well, you're welcome!" He smiled sheepishly as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.
Moonstar offered him a small smile before leaving with Scavenger.
The two were silent the entire way to Starscream's quarters. Scavenger punched the call button on the console by the door and waited. The door soon opened and Moonstar entered. The Constructicon nodded to her once and left. Moonstar stopped just inside of the room, the door hissing shut behind her.
"Look who's not dead." Starscream was leaning back in his chair, peds crossed atop of his desk, a cube of high grade in his servo.
Moonstar's optics narrowed when she saw that uncaring visage smirking at her. "After last night I thought you would be done with high grade for a while." She said bitterly.
"I didn't pass out so I obviously didn't have enough." His smile grew.
"You hurt me." She said quietly.
"Hmm, perhaps, but I did nothing compared to the Stunticons. Besides, you are mine and I can do as I please with you." He said dismissively.
"You don't have the right to hurt anyone." Her voice was higher.
"It's never a good idea to tempt me to injure you when you were just released from medical." He said darkly, his optics narrowing.
"You hurt him. You hurt him because he hurt me." Her voice lowered once again.
"Yes, I did, but not because he hurt you. He stepped out of line, damaged a superior officer's property, and he did it all to spite me. Punishment is the proper term." He said matter-of-factly as he eyed his partly empty cube.
"You called all your Seekers to punish him, though."
"My Seekers. I can do what I want with them. They expedite the process." Starscream studied her for a moment. Her small, delicate frame so tense, her wings drooping, legs tightly held together, her dainty servos wringing absently, and cerulean optics drained of their usual vigor. He cycled air through his vents in a tired sigh, his scarlet optics shuttering as they looked down. "I apologize, Moonstar."
She instantly looked up, her optics brightening and wings raising ever so slightly. "What?"
"I apologize for last night. I was unprofessional allowing myself to become so inebriated and then enabling you to rush through the Nemesis like that. As Second in Command and Air Commander of the Decepticon forces I should have been more responsible for my actions and refrain from indulging in such imprudent activities."
"Wait, hold up. You are apologizing for getting overenergized but not for raping and hurting me?! Where the frag is your sense of morals?!" She cried incredulously.
"Moonstar, come here." He waved a single digit to gesture her closer to him.
She swallowed, but obeyed. He lowered his peds from his desk and swiveled his chair to face her better. When she was beside him, he gestured for her to lower herself closer to him. When her visage was near his he struck. She yelped as she fell back onto her aft from the sharp blow of his servo. Her lip was torn, purplish-pink energon leaking from it and down her chin. Her servo reach up and touched her bruised faceplates where streaks of blue paint was left from the force of the blow.
"If you weren't already injured you would be receiving a much more severe punishment." He growled.
She touched her damaged lip and inspected the energon left on her fingertips. Starscream finished off his cube and set it aside, ignoring her now. Moonstar's optics filled with static, her hurt lip trembling.
::Starscream! Get your aft to the Control Room, now!:: Megatron's furious voice sounded over the comm. link.
Starscream grimaced. "Coming." He growled through gritted denta. He stood up, shut down his personal computer and turned to Moonstar. "The energon dispenser has been refilled and Skywarp brought over some of his films for your entertainment. Do not open the door for anyone. If the door chime goes off it is not safe to open. Skywarp and Thundercracker know my code and can enter on their own. Leave it locked until my return." He picked something off his desk and handed it to her. "This communicator is for emergencies only. It will allow you to contact Thundercracker if required. He will check on you in three orbital cycles if I'm not back by then."
"Wha- Why are you telling me this?" She anxiously asked as she took the communicator from him. "Where are you going?"
"Don't touch anything you're not supposed to in my absence." He continued, ignoring her questions.
"Starscream, I'm scared." She said weakly as he made his way to the door.
He stopped at the door and looked back at her. He hesitated, thinking of what he should say, but shook his head and walked out. The door shut and locked behind him leaving Moonstar alone.
Moonstar spent her first night alone in the hab suite. The berth felt so cold without Starscream's strong arms around her thin waist. She couldn't recharge as she listened to the sounds of the ships creaking and the currents of the ocean pressing against the side of the Nemesis. She watched one of Skywarp's movies, paced around Starscream's desk, read a datapad, watched another movie, and then tried to recharge again.
Why was he gone? What was happening? Why did he refuse to tell her? She wanted him with her, even though he hurt her she felt somewhat secure with his commanding presence.
Her servos touched her healing lip. She wanted to feel his lips on hers, again. She needed to feel that unexplainable sensation surging through her systems that only he could bring. She wanted him. She needed him. But he wasn't there.
As promised, Thundercracker visited on the third orbital cycle. He looked exhausted when he entered the hab suite, his ebony servo rubbing his temples in a tired gesture.
"Hey, Moonstar, I'm here to check on you." He said softly.
"Oh, Thundercracker!" Moonstar leaped from the berth where she had been watching a movie and ran over to him. She embraced him in a hug and held tightly. "I'm so scared, Thundercracker. What's happening? Where's Starscream?"
Thundercracker was taken aback by the hug, but quickly regained his composer and sighed. "Starscream will be fine. He… he's just… He'll be fine." Thundercracker sounded as if he was reassuring himself more than Moonstar.
"Thundercracker?" She stepped back to look up at him. "Where's Starscream? Please? I have to know. I'm worried about him." Her voice was so quiet.
"So am I…" He sighed again. "He's in medbay. He'll be alright."
"What? Why? What's wrong, TC?"
"What's not wrong would be a shorter list." He grumbled. "He's just getting a lot of stuff fixed. He'll be back soon. 'Warp and I are taking care of him."
"How was he hurt?"
"He was punished by Megatron for what he did to Motormaster. Megatron was mostly just pissed off that a combiner was out of commission for a few orbital cycles."
"What did he do to him?" She asked slowly.
"The usual. Ripped off wings, arms, tore him apart, kicked him, punched him, humiliated him in front of everyone, called him nasty words." He sighed. "He'll be fine. Hook has him mostly repaired and he should be back soon."
"You sure?"
"Primus, he better be fine or I'll offline him myself."
Moonstar nodded her helm, he optics looking at her servos as she wrung them together. Thundercracker's frown deepened.
"You need me to get you anything?"
"No, no, I think I'm fine. I just want him to be okay."
"Me too. Well, I need to go on patrol. I'll see you later, Moonstar." He patted her shoulder reassuringly before leaving.
Moonstar watched him leave, her wings drooping behind her.
"I also suggest that you stop pissing Megatron off and then maybe you wouldn't be here so often." Hook intoned as he looked up from the datapad at the newly repaired Seeker.
"Any other recommendations, Doctor." Starscream growled exasperatedly as he sat on the medberth, his legs swinging off the side.
"No, you may go sulk in your quarters now. I also want you to conserve some energy for your self repair system to work efficiently. Perhaps it will finally be able to get around to repairing your processor."
"Don't test my patience, Hook." Starscream said darkly as he hopped off the medberth.
"Your patience? I'm the one having to practice patience on this fragging vessel. My time is wasted repairing the mechs of this crew when I could be doing productive activities."
"Like interfacing with your gestalt?" Starscream said dryly.
"That would be a much better use of my talents." Hook grumbled.
Starscream stalked out of the medbay and towards his hab suite. He punched the code in and entered once the doors opened.
"Starscream!" Moonstar exclaimed excitedly as she trotted over. "I was worried."
"How do you feel?" He demanded, ignoring her concern.
"All better. I don't feel sore anywhere anymore." She smiled.
"Good. I need a good frag tonight."
Her smile vanished. "You were gone for almost eight orbital cycles. Why?"
"Hook wanted to make sure everything was properly repaired." He said as he sat at his desk and began working on his computer.
Moonstar watched him for a few astroseconds before returning to the datapad she had been reading on the berth. It was a few joors later that Starscream entered the room.
"Don't whine this time. I'm not in the mood." He said strictly, his wings rising in a threatening manner.
"I won't whine if you take me while kissing me." She said softly.
Starscream looked up in the Cybertronian version of rolling his optics. "Fine, whatever. Get on your back."
She set the datapad aside and did just that. Starscream crawled on top of her and positioned her legs on his hips. She held her servos on either side of her helm and allowed his roaming hands to caress her frame. It wasn't long before she was writhing from his touches and moaning softly. He tapped her codpiece with two digits and she opened for him without hesitation. His own codpiece slid aside and he positioned himself to enter her. His servos grasped her wrists and held them down. He entered her quickly and silenced her gasp with a hungry kiss. He was humping hard and fast, his thrusts causing her to buck and arch her back beneath him as he so tenderly lavished her lip plates. Both of their optics were offline, just feeling each other. His glossa inside of her loudly moaning mouth, his thrusts pounding her into the berth, and his blue servos holding her black wrists. It wasn't long until they could feel their overload coming. Her chest piece opened first, exposing her rapidly pulsing spark. His chest piece quickly followed, tendrils of energy twisting and wrapping together as electrical surges coursed through their connected frames. Their overload came simultaneously and just as powerful and incredible as the last time. They both cried through it, raw energy powering through their systems like a raging flood and into the metal berth. When it finally passed Starscream leaned forward and rested his helm on hers, panting his hot breaths into her beautiful faceplates. After several astroseconds he pulled his face back and studied hers. She smiled a small, happy smile at him, a servo reaching up and touching his faceplates. Her thumb circled over his cheekplates, still overly warm from the overload.
Then he did something unexpected. He leaned forward and pressed a lingering kiss to her brow. Her optics brightened, but the her smile grew. He spared her only another glance before pulling out of her and crawling off. His plates slid back to hide his spark and interface cables as he stretched himself over the berth. Moonstar's own plates returned to their original positions and she joined him. Those strong arms once again wrapped around her and pulled her close. She placed her helm over his chest piece and listened to the soft humming of his spark.
This was meant to be and she would get him to see it. Why wouldn't he just accept that Primus obviously wanted them to be together? It seemed like the only way he would ever see her as something other than a frag toy was if she bore his sparklings.
Wait, that was it!
Her optics brightened at the brilliant idea just conceived within her processor. She looked up at his handsome face, now relaxed in deep recharge. Her thin digits lightly touching his strong chin.
She was going to get sparked by him
I know what you're thinking... "Stupid femme! Don't do it!" Primus, why are some members of my gender so naive... XD Ah, I'm glad I'm an asexual! :P
I always imagine Hook being the type to fix something right away so that he has more time later and it won't come back to haunt him. Just makes him moodier.
So, did anyone catch the IDW Transformers line I used that is an exact quote from Starscream to a femme? I love those comics so much!
Next chapter will have good and bad results for Moonstar, a still cranky Starscream, a less than please Hook, and excited trinemates. :)