summary: in which a two rich girls die and are reborn as sparklings
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Stella Boirdir grew up as the youngest daughter of the rich and beautiful Edwin and Anastasia Boirdir. The complete opposite as her perfect elder sister, Gwendolyn, and handsome brother, Jonathan, Stella longs for the wild life with her on-off bad boy boyfriend, Danny
But when her home is invaded and it's found that Danny and his "gang" are dealing with a power unknown through the cosmos, Stella and her twin sister, Maria, are reborn as two sparklings, one the daughter of the great Optimus Prime and the other, the adopted child of Starscream.
Chapter Ten: Sister Splice and Getaways
Solus dreamt of stars and water.
The hissing spot of water, shaking and silver water, drenching Solus' metal frame. Her pink armor seemed to melt into the ocean waters as her optics watched the ocean floor grow nearer and nearer. The closer she seemed to hit the ocean floor, the more and more she began realize where she was.
A glowing, terrible blue light seemed to light up the ocean floor as a familiar shard entrapped by silver twine seemed to rise up from the sandy floor towards Solus. It stopped about optic level and she stared at it. Looking close at the Cybertronian artifact, she felt another presence at her back.
"Who are you?" Solus watched the shard dart away quickly and she slowly turned around to green a red eyed femme with silver, red and blue paint. By the curved back wings, sharpened claws and radiating light, Solus figured she was a Seeker. The seeker narrowed her optics
"Solus Prime, and you?" Solus spoke up. The Seeker's optics flashed in recognition.
"Stella?" The Seeker said dumbly. Both femmes landed on the sandy ocean floor, though neither noticed that it didn't seem very pressure filled. They could easily walk to each other, which they did.
"Maria." Solus whispered. They both paused, watching each other with shaking, watery optics, before embracing each other tightly. The Seeker's youngling frame was several inches taller than Solus' while Solus seemed to be softer and gentler looking. "Maria, Maria, my sister, twin. I'm so sorry. Forgive me."
"For what?" Maria replied, seeker wings twitching. "Falling in love? No apologies."
Unknown to them, the scenery changed to a familiar room: the sitting room in their old mansion. Glancing around, the two seated their metal figures down and leaned forward, each one drinking in the image of the other hungrily, and they simply sat in silence for a good few minutes.
"What has happened?" Maria finally whispered. Solus watched her sister. "Where are you?"
"A city." Solus shrugged. "With Sire and Carrier and Ratchet and Bumblebee and Arcee-" At the obviously confused look being given to her, she stopped, "I don't where. Where are you?"
"Vos." Maria puffed out her chest in Seeker pride. "I am Starstrike, princess of Vos. I am being melded into my youngling form as we speak." She nodded to Solus. Solus watched the newly designated "Starstrike" with curious eyes. "You are recharging?"
"Yeah." Solus mumbled. "Sire is going after Echoslice. He put a virus in my processor or something and Hatchet tracked him down. I'm recharging, trying to ignore Steelrod. He's all up in my face because I'm a sparkling and hot damn, sparklings are the next biggest things!" Solus gave a huff, leaned back at the thought of the much taller youngling and began fiddling with her fingertips.
Starstrike was silent.
"Say something." Solus finally said.
In reply, Starstrike stood and walked to the southside wall where a family picture was. She studied the twin girls in it, one smiling and other smirking, and touched it with one metal claw. She felt something wet fall down her metal cheek plates as she studied the smiling girl's soft, pale skin and long, curly blonde hair.
"Frag." Starstrike finally spoke. "FRAG!" Solus didn't flinch as Starstrike grabbed the framed picture and threw it, glass shattering against the empty chair. "FRAGGING FRAG FRAG!"
"Your anger is understandable." Solus said, watching her sister pick up their father's desk and throw it against the western wall. "But, this is a bit much."
"They fragged us over!" Starstrike howled. "No." Wild red optics turned to Solus. "THEY FUCKED US OVER. I was going to fr-FUCKING Harvard! Mom was pregnant!" She hissed out. Solus' optics widened in surprise. "But, you-" She pointed at Solus, "You selfish glitch, you don't even care. I bet you're just worried about Danny, the boy who betrayed. I would tear him to pieces now if Sharpcross didn't beat me to it."
"Shut up." Now Solus' optics were filling up with liquid at the thought of her old boyfriend. "I know, I know, I know. I fucked up. I failed. I am a failure. I ask you, forgive me! I want to be good this time, Maria. I swear, I swear, I swear." Solus stood and went to Starstrike, gripping her shoulders. "Please, sister."
"My name is Starstrike." Starstrike hissed out, looking like a true seeker, cold and rueful, "And I am no sister of yours." She pushed Solus away. "You are a grounder. Probably an Autobot supporter if I had to go by your optics." Solus touched underneath her optics shakily. "I know my worth. I know who I am. So who are you?"
Anger began to shake Solus. On earth, she was judged by Maria Boirdir for being wild and free, for loving and hating, for having friends that enjoyed her company instead of friends that made her status go even higher up the social hierarchy. And what did she get for that? She was called selfish. She was called a glitch. She was insulted again and again.
"Who am I?" Solus straightened up, optics flaring with purple light. "I am a Prime!"
As if those words cut away the dream, Solus and Starstrike found themselves waking up, not on Earth and definitely not with each other.
"I am a youngling?" Starstrike asked the doctor. Barely glancing at her, Starstrike let out a raspy victory whisper. "Next time we meet will be on the battlefield, I feel, sister."
Solus awoke with Steelrod staring at her with worried blue optics. He offered her a bottle filled with energon and she took it. "The battlefield it will be." She thought taking his hand.
Sideswipe felt his twin crumble before he actually fell.
That was the price of having a twin: feeling every single thing that Sunstreaker did or felt. The shrieking pain in his spark made Sideswipe made, allowing Darknet to slam his hammer against the arrogant mech's faceplates, sending him flying.
Darknet was a member of Quintessa's order and a cruel mech. With pure black optics, a silver and black paintjob and sharp chompers that resembled a cyber-shark's dental plan, he could put fear in many mechs and femmes though Sideswipe liked to think that the mech didn't scare him.
"Fool bot." Darknet scraped his hammer on the ground, moving closer. "Fool, fool, fool."
"Yeah, I'm the fool bot." Sideswipe felt anger slip from Sunstreaker's side of the bond and he did a jump up, energon swords sliding out. "Bring it, Unicron spawn." A smirk slid on Darknet's face making Sideswipe regret the insult. The bot probably thought it a compliment.
And they began to fight again. Blow after blow, shot after shot. While Darknet seemed to keep up purely with the strength and bulky mass he had, Sideswipe kept up with his slick speed and slight form. They were an even match, even more so than Optimus Prime and Megatron. The fight would last for decades if they would want it to, if not for the halting roar Darknet released.
"Give up?" Sideswipe asked, energon dribbling from his mouth.
"Never!" Darknet snarled. He looked around at their battlefield, an emptied cockpit on Quintessa's ship, the Imperia 2-AD. A flash of anger appeared in his optics as a smaller femme bot, bleeding from the helm with wild white optics, silver paintjob and a crushed spark chamber stumbled through.
Starset, Quintessa's third, released a howl as Sunstreaker jumped after her with his own energon blade, successfully crushing her spark chamber underneath her, ending her life. He stood slowly and glared at Darknet, spinning the blade.
"Let's frag this glitch, Sideswipe." Sunstreaker growled.
At that exact moment, the ship shook. The shake was enough for Sunstreaker and Sideswipe to stumble and Darknet to transform into his alt mode, a strange looking fighter jet, and break through the window into outer space.
An energon shield covered the broken area and the twins stumbled to the window where they saw the jet disappear into the darkness. "Dumb slagger." Sunstreaker growled. "No jet can survive the ice of space. He'll die."
"Good." Sideswipe replied, sending a flood of thanks and love through the bond. Sunstreaker sent it back tenfold.
Interrupting their time, a comm. from Jazz was sent to each of them. :Echoslice is gone. Sharpcross dead. Quintessa never here. Get back to ship. Heading home.:
"You heard the mech." Sideswipe slapped a palm on Sunstreaker's scraped paint job. "Let's go home. You're gonna have to fix your paintjob."
Sunstreaker glared at him. "Shame you can't fix your face."
"FRAG OFF!"
Unknown to them, white optics slowly onlined as they left, a broken femme slowly standing up. "Bots." She hissed in anger. "Death to Bots!" She said in a final howl. "Long live Quintessa!"