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Conversation
-Autobot Outpost Omega One
-Mainroom 6:45 a.m.
"Optimus, I'm going to take my leave,"sighed June, getting up and off the concrete floor of the silo,"I have to go to work. Plus, with all the noise Starscream's tummy is making, I think it's time for breakfast,"June said with a coo, poking Starscream's "belly."
The seeker, who was currently seated on the floor giggled at the ticklish sensation the poke left behind.
"It was a pleasure having you here Miss Darby,"said Optimus, smiling gently at June as she placed a hand on his knee-joint. At some point of June's visit the Prime decided to sit down and simply observe his adopted creation; picking up the seeker when he would fall or giving a warning hum if the little seeker became too rough, starting small talk with June.
The woman couldn't help but smile. Prime was such a good parent...Such a good leader...Always watching, always protecting, always attentive to the needs of others and his sparkling.
"I might come back later tonight,"she said eventually, stepping away from the Prime's knee-joint,"I hope that's okay?"
Optimus smiled but felt his spark clench with guilt,"We shall be waiting for your return,"he said.
June smiled and blew the Prime a kiss,"Thank you, Optimus,"she said before turning to kneel before the Little One,"Good bye my little Sparrow," June cooed, kissing the little seekers helm,"I'll see you tonight,"she whispered before standing.
The seeker purred and nuzzled his faceplates into June's waist, hugging her leg while enjoying the warmth and the distant thumping sound that came from inside her fleshy form. Humans were so squishy and soft.
"Alright my Sparrow, I have to go,"said June, gently pulling herself free from the seeker's embrace, causing said seeker to whine at the lack of warmth.
"Easy now, Starscream,"said Optimus, poking one of Starscream's wings with a fore-digit,"Have a safe drive Miss Darby. We will be expecting you tonight,"he said, watching as the woman got into her car and started the engine.
With one last wave and a beep of the car's horn, June smiled and drove off into the main-entrance tunnel of the silo. Once the echos of the old car engine disappeared and the familiar bangs of metal doors opening, closing and locking themselves tight after June's exit, Optimus exhaled the cycled intake he didn't know he was holding.
Guilt and uncertainty plagued the Primes spark. How was he going to explain the June? How was he going to fix this problem without hurting anyone?
"Sempu?"chirruped Starscream, noting his Sire's frustration.
"Do not worry my child, everything is alright,"said the Prime, petting the little seekers wings.
"Stah wan' up, up,"said the little seeker, extending his servos towards his Sire.
The Prime smiled and picked up his son,"Come now,"he sighed,"let us find Ratchet and get you some energon."
"Ratchet is already here,"said a voice, causing the Prime to tense.
"Ratchet."
"Sa'nok!"
"So how did it go?"asked the Ambulance, crossing his servos over his chassis with a wince.
"I..."
"You didn't talk to her,"said Ratchet angrily glaring at the Prime,"I knew it. I'll let it go for now but you need to fix this before it get's out of hand. I don't want my sparkling to have a broken spark."
"He will get one either way, old friend. Do not become so bitter, I know what has to be done,"said Optimus with a small hint of irritation.
Ratchet sighed and pinched the protoform between his optics,"I'm sorry. Just...Please make sure this doesn't end in disaster."
"I can not guarantee that, old friend,"said Optimus with a guilty spark,"For now, focus on Starscream. He's hungry,"said the Prime, handing off the seeker to the CMO.
"Sa'nok~!"
"Come on Star. Let's get you something to eat, maybe this time the machine will work,"mumbled Ratchet, setting the little seeker on his shoulder-plate.
"I'll return to check up on you both in a while. I must speak to Dreadwing,"said Optimus.
"About his freedoms?"asked Ratchet, heading for his work station.
"Yes. Dreadwing has been behaving reasonably since his arrival, if he continues this way I believe his privileges will increase."
"Sure, sure,"said Ratchet, not paying attention to Optimus any longer.
The Prime could have laughed at the scene if possible. The way Ratchet looked: his back hunched and optics narrowing in concentration, Starscream perched on his shoulder, wings twitching with interest. The sound of tinkering tools and Ratchet's mumbling made the moment seem like a scene from a classic human horror story.A mad scientist and his pet parrot scheming to take over the world.
Optimus shook his helm and walked into a hallway, an amused huff escaping him as Starscream began to hum the theme song to 'Pinky and the Brain.'
-Nemesis 6:45 a.m.
On the contrary to popular belief, Megatron: the mighty, the gladiator, the disciplined warlord and high leader... Was not a morning person.
If someone wanted a death wish, waking Megatron before 9:30 would be it.
"Goooooooooooooooooooooooood morning Decepticons! Are you ready to rock?!"
Apparently Blackblade was feeling suicidal that morning.
Megatron roared in complete rage.
With a loud and feral growl he stormed out of his chambers and towards the hull of his ship. He had enough of Blackblade.
The Gladiator wasn't even going to ask how the freelancer Blackblade was able to override the ship's speaker systems. Every Single vehicon was afraid of the dark mech that had invaded the Nemesis.
That rude, disrespectful, annoying piece of scrap! The mech wasn't even doing his job for Primus' sake! What kind of mercenary was he anyways? Useless, energon consuming, annoying little slagger!
"BLACKBLADE!" roared Megatron as he walked into the command center.
"Oh I've got big balls, and they're such big ba- Oh hey Megsy! what you don't like AC/DC?"said Blackblade with a grin.
Megatron growled punching the monitor to his right.
"Aw come on! Steve just fixed that thing last week!"said the Freelancer, his bottom derma sticking out in a pout.
"YOU,"hissed Megatron, his right optic twitching.
"I?"asked Blackblade, lifting a brow.
Megatron unsheathed his blade.
"You insolent fool!" roared the Gladiator taking a swing at the Freelancer, who casually ducked, then somersaulted across the ground, springing back up with a smirk.
"Really old mech?" asked Blackblade, flexing his digits,"I thought you knew better than to attack me. I thought age was supposed to bring wisdom, in your case I guess age came alone,"he chortled.
Roaring with fury, Megatron began to swing viciously once more, aiming for the dark mech's legs. BlackBlade let out a chuckle, and with a leap, he dodged the blade effortlessly a second time.
"I have had enough of you! All this foolery, all that energon and time spent just for your nonsense!" hissed Megatron, his anger only building with each miss.
His body twisting with ease, Blackblade landed upon a damaged console and laughed, "it's not time wasted!" he said, sidestepping a shoulder charge from the decepticon leader.
"Then explain why my former second is not here?!" snarled Megatron, taking aim with his cannon and firing. To his dismay, the dark mech once again hopped through the air, displaying impressive agility and flexibility; and with a front flip, Blackblade neatly landed upon his clawed pedes.
"Answer me!" barked Megatron, slamming his fist into another console.
"Simple: The trouble with doing something right the first time, is nobody appreciates how difficult it really was,"said Blackblade with a shrug, as if he were stating a fact not a joke,"You know you really should take it easy. If you're not careful your little tantrum might get this ship crashed."
"Why are you acting like this?!" Growled Megatron, his servos balling into fists.
"Me?" asked Blackblade innocently, his derma stretching out into another dental grin,"oh my dearest lord megatron, what ever do you mean? I'm not acting. I really am like this."
"I will rip you apart with my bare servos!"
Blackblade let out a cackle, dragging his claws running along the destroyed nav controls to his right,"I would love to see you try," he said, his grin turning into a sneer.
With an enraged growl Megatron striked. Metal clashed upon metal with a sudden ring as the Gladiator's assault was stopped.
"Those who live by the sword," said Blackblade with low threatening tone, "Get shot by those who don't," he hissed, an all too familiar charging whine registering in Megatron's audial sensors.
Megatron let out a roar, and charged forward letting loose a barrage of shots from Blackblades blaster; a few barely missing his helm.
With the first jab, Blackblade easily dodged leaning to his left.
Megatron growled, thrusting his right elbow articulator forward. Blackblade responded by stepping aside and using Megatron's momentum against him by placing his servo upon the decepticon leader's back, successfully shoving him forward and directly into a destroyed console.
"What's wrong, Megsy?" Laughed Blackblade,"Can't keep up with all the fun?".
"The fun has yet to begin, and it is no joke."
"Sure seems like it to me."
Autobot Outpost Omega One
-Mainroom 7:30 a.m.
"So now I just insert the energon through here aaaaaand, viola! Filtered edible energon! For sparklings,"said Ratchet to himself as he observed his latest invention. A coffee maker like machine known as: The Sparkling filter.
"Alright! Third try is the charm. Now all we have to do... is wait,"said Ratchet with a sigh.
After ten of waiting, the machine hissed and the energon bubbled. Ratchet smiled smugly to himself as pink energon began pour from the drip.
The machine worked! He could finally deactivate his feeding protocols!
Ratchet was practically glowing with pride at his success.
Until...
"Sa'nok."
"Ah, patience little one. You'll get your sustenance soon,"said Ratchet, casting a glance at the seeker perched on his shoulder.
"No Sa'nok! Dish! Dish!" chirped Starscream, his wings fluttering with urgency.
"What?"asked Ratchet, giving the seeker a confused look.
"Dish!"said Starscream, pointing to the bottom of Ratchet's invention with a small digit,"Dish!" he repeated.
"Hmm?"
Confused, Ratchet stared at the spot Starscream was pointing at for a second, until-
"Scrap! I forgot to put a beaker under it!" he hissed as pink filtered energon was dribbling onto the table Ratchet was using. Creating a big mess as the liquid started to spill onto the floor.
"No, no, no!" mumbled Ratchet under his breath picking Starscream off his shoulder and quickly placing the seeker on the couch of the children's entertainment area before attending to the mess at hand.
After some frantic searching, Ratchet found a beaker,"A-ha!"he exclaimed, placing the beaker beneath his invention, capturing only a fourth of the energon Starscream was supposed to drink. The rest was already starting to drip onto the floor.
Ratchet sighed in frustration at the mess,"I'm sorry Starscream, I guess breakfast will have to wait a little longer,"said the CMO, pinching the protoform between his optics
Starscream let out a quiet whine for the loss of what would have been a meal.
"I'll... Get the feeding pump...and some rags to clean this up,"sighed Ratchet, disappearing into the med-bay mumbling something about "four-gallons" and "waste of good energon."
After half an hour of waiting, Starscream started to feel nervous and began kneading the couch's fabric to comfort his hunger and loss of warmth. He didn't like being without his Carrier or Sire for too long. He didn't like being alone.
The thought of being alone terrified the little seeker.
With a whimper, Starscream sunk his claws deep into the couch's cushions, drawing out a bit of cotton. He whimpered and sniffed as he knead harder.
"Starscream."
The seeker squeaked and stopped his kneading, his wings drooping down at the stern call of his name. He was in trouble.
"What did he do Optimus?"called Ratchet from the med-bay.
Yep. Starscream was in trouble.
"Kaltxì, Sempu"said Starscream, looking up at his sire with a sad frown, his servos clenching into tiny fists.
"You know you're not allowed to scratch on the couch,"said the Prime, giving the little seeker a look of irritation, his servos resting on his hips.
"Sowwy, Sempu,"said Starscream, his wings lowering further down his back.
With a soft huff, Optimus picked up his adopted creation and cradled the little seeker close to his chassis,"Alright, Little one. Do not repeat the action, do you understand?" said the Prime, looking into his adopted creation's optics.
"Kay Sempu,"said Starscream with a nod, snuggling into his Sire's warm chassis and sucking on his knuckle-joint,"No lea' Stah?"
Optimus frowned at the little seekers question and cooed,"No Starscream. No leave Star, we'll always stay with you. Even when you make mistakes,"said the Prime, rubbing Starscream's wings.
The seeker chirruped and snuggled deeper into the Prime's chassis," Ah raave 'ou Dada Pry,"he mumbled.
"I love you too, little one,"sighed Optimus, walking over to the Med-bay where he could hear the soft whirrs of a feeding pump,"Ratchet? Are you finished?"
"Almost, just give me a few more clicks,"said Ratchet with a pained hiss.
"Ratchet, if the feeding pump is hurting you-"
"It's not a big deal," huffed the ambulance, giving the prime a dismissive wave,"It's my fault for not keeping to the schedule, and for not taking precautions when I was building the Sparkling Filter,"said Ratchet with a grunt,"I didn't make enough and there isn't enough energon to waste on tests either."
" I understand that, but if your feeding protocols are hurting you, you could have an infection or-"
"My feeding protocols are just engorged,"said Ratchet glaring at Optimus from over his shoulder-strut,"I'll be fine, a little sore but fine nonetheless."
"Why wont you let Starscream feed directly and naturally off of you? It is well known that allowing a sparkling to suckle directly will help strengthen the bonds between sparkling and it's carrier." asked the Prime.
An awkward pause passed between the two mechs.
"What did Starscream do?" asked Ratchet with a cough, trying to change the subject.
Optimus sighed in frustration,"very well. He was scratching the couch again,"he said, unwillingly dropping the subject and bouncing the little seeker in his servos.
"Was he trying to sharpen his claws or was he kneading it?"asked Ratchet, turning off the pump with a sigh of relief before closing his chest-plates and pouring Starscream his daily ration of energon.
"Kneading, A seekers form of self comfort. I am concerned for him,"said Optimus,"he still believes that he will be abandoned. He fears being alone. Dreadwing tells me that Starscream may still be suffering from Arcee's treatment and neglagent behavior."
Ratchet hummed in understanding as he turned around, Starscream's bottle ready and warm,"I can understand, the situation with Arcee has traumatized him. She has made no attempts to reconcile with him, or with anyone at all,"said Ratchet, taking the little seeker from the Prime's servo.
Starscream chirped happily at the sight of energon, his little servos clenching and unclenching in a 'gimme' gesture.
"Although Arcee has shown no attempts to approach our members or my child, I am sure that she will at least try respect our decisions and Starscream's presence in the base,"said Optimus pinching his chin with his thumb-digit and forefinger.
"And if she doesn't try Optimus, what then?"asked Ratchet, ignoring the wiggling seeker in his arms as he waved Starscream's bottle of energon around in gesture.
"Sa'nok."
"Further discipline will be applied if necessary,"sighed the Prime,"Although I know she cannot hide forever in her chambers, I do doubt things will ever return to peace if her attitude stays the same. Bitter resentment is something I do not want in our home."
"She sure can hold a grudge. I think we should at least try talking to her again, approach her slowly and see if she will trust your choices as team leader and as a sire,"said Ratchet with a shrug,"Where is she anyways?"
"I believe she is at the top of the ba-"
"Sa'nok!" cried Starscream,"Stah Stah wa' foo!"
"Oh! Sorry, sorry. Here you my little Star, I'm sorry,"said Ratchet quickly bringing the bottle of energon closer to Starscream and smiling as the seeker eagerly fed and purred,"I can't believe I forgot about him."
Optimus let out an amused exhale,"As Miko would say,'You're getting old.'"
"You forgot too!"
"But you're his carrier."
"Don't you start."
-Nemesis 7:30 a.m.
Megatron grunted as Blackblades fist collided with his helm, pain and temporary confusion consuming him before he could make a counter attack on the dark mech fighting him.
"Give it up old man, you're not gonna win this fight easy!"shouted Blackblade over the sound of clashing metal and warning alarms.
"Fool!" hissed Megatron,"before you were even lapping energon from your carrier, i was tearing mechs apart in the pits of kaon! I'll have your head mounted upon my wall when this is over!"
"Just because you were a gladiator, doesn't mean you know how to fight or the right to lead,"hissed Blackblade dodging a swing from Megatrons sword and giving the gladiator a hard kick.
"All you've ever brought was torture and misery. All because of your stupid rivalry with Prime. Where are the speeches against the tyranny of the politicians Megatron?"hissed Blackblade, his claws dragging across Megatrons chest, leaving deep gashes in their wake,"Now you're one of them. Heh, peace through tyranny, am I right?!"
Megatron leapt forward, striking the dark mech with a quick hook-punch,"How dare you!" He snarled.
Blackblade used the back of his servo to wipe the energon that was now seeping from a gash on his derma,"Oh I dare..." he hissed, before twisting his body around, swinging his right pede directly into Megatron's helm, dazing the warlord.
"My turn," snarled the dark mech, delivering left uppercut, hitting the warlord right on the chin, causing him to stumble into a destroyed panel. When Megatron finally regained his bearings, he found himself staring up the barrel of a type-4 scattershot blaster.
"Lemme ask you something, Lord Megatron," hissed Blackblade as his blaster began to whine, "Are you afraid of the dark?"
"Are you?"asked Megatron as the sound of charging blaster's whirred around them.
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