Thanks! :)
As for Arcee, she is dead. Thundercracker extinguished her spark after finding out she killed his hatchling. Chromia is having a mixture of emotions. At first, she wasn't too fond of carrying and wanted to kill it, but that was her choice. Ironhide just flat out told her 'no, if she was going to carry, it was gonna be his.' And that's when she realized that she wasn't the cold, hard bitch she thought herself to be. X3
Moonracer's POV
Two years have passed, and Decepticon activity has become more of a nuisance than anything. Firestar and Inferno spent majority of their time raising Sunstorm—he's now a juvenile. Prowl seems to think he'll be a good addition to the Autobots, thanks to his seeker abilities. It still freaks me out, though… It's like having Starscream around the base, only… orange.
As for me, I'm stuck watching over my own.
Moonracer glanced down as the little hatchling began to gnaw on her foot. She gently pushed him away, only to have him back at her ankle like a playful kitten.
His name is Scope and, like all young bots, he's very curious. Perceptor doesn't have much to do with him, really. I mean, he's a good sire, but… not very loveable. Not that Scope needs to be coddled. That would be asking for trouble.
The femme eyed the sharp blade at the end of his tail.
He's recently hatched and has one Hell of an appetite. He even got into Sunstreaker's stash of high-grade; drank up nearly two cubes of it.
Scope climbed onto his mother's dangling foot and curled up, pulling his tail around him. He soon fell asleep, purring away, trilling every now and again. Moonracer found it adorable and a single through sprung up—she wanted more.
No, no… Perceptor would kill me. Let's get through this one, first.
She moved, causing the hatchling to stir. He lifted his head, large blue eyes staring straight at her. "Sorry," she said. Scope decided he wasn't going to get much sleep anyway, and proceeded to climb up her body. He sat on her chestplate, his small hands curled up at his chest, head cocking to the side as he emitted soft clicks of interest.
"I have nothing for you… You ate all the energon goodies I had."
The door opened, then, revealing a very exhausted Perceptor. Scope perked up and hopped down, scurrying over to the scientist. He latched onto his sire's treads, trilling loudly. "I think he's missed you…" she said. "Or, maybe he's just hungry. He's devoured all the energon I had in my possession."
Perceptor reached down, plucking the serpentine creature from his leg. He held him up, getting a good look, before placing him upon his shoulder. Scope waved his tail about, curiosity getting the better of him as he spied his father's shoulder cannon. He crawled over, using his tail for balance as his tiny hands began to smooth alone the smooth surface. "I will acquire a cube for him." As the sniper reached to pull him off, Scope hissed, the blade of his tail aimed at the extremity.
Slightly annoyed by the hatchling's antics, Perceptor gave one forceful shake of his shoulder, sending Scope to the floor. Once he regained his senses, Scope sat on his haunches, looking up at the taller mech. Moonracer smirked. "Look at him, Percy…" she said, moving over to the pair, running her hand along Perceptor's shoulder; "He wants his da." She giggled, moving to exit the room.
Scope opened his mouth, revealing several rows of sharp teeth—good for chewing up metal and raw energon. Perceptor exhaled deeply and reached down, lifting the hatchling up by the tail. He carried his son into the rec room, sitting him upon the table. "Wait here," he said, turning to gather up a small amount of raw energon. Scope waited patiently. Once the energon was on the table, the hatchling dived for it, crunching happily on the fuel.
Perceptor sat down to watch him, his optics flitting from one part of his body to the next. He was perfect; healthy. He never thought he would have a hatchling of his own, let alone with Moonracer. He was taken from his thoughts as Scope nuzzled the last piece of energon, his glossa reaching out to taste it.
The little guy was satisfied—for now.
I'm gonna end it there and pick it back up in a sequel, methinks.
And I have ideas for a Ghosts sequel, so I wanna work on that, too. :3And, no, that isn't 'Ghosts' Scope. I just liked the name.
