Chapter 28
"Hah!" Thundercracker gasped, his servos clenching in fists, and his backstrut arching.
"Hmm, like that, slave?" I smirked, leaning forward to purr it in Thundercracker's faceplates.
Thundercracker didn't move. Not that he was able to. He was tied on the berth, his arms and legs stretched out in an X with his wrists and ankles tightly bound to the corners of the berth. He wore a blindfold, and I had forced a collar on him with spikes on the inside. I sat on him, riding him, that beautiful spike of his inside of me. in one servo I held the chain connected to his collar, in the other a flogger.
Normally, Thundercracker never would agree to being the submissive. He was naturally dominant in berth and I the submissive. But, we decided to change roles for tonight. And Skywarp had setup the camera on a tripod to record the entire thing, while Skywarp himself would stimulate Thundercracker's transformation seams with a seam vibrator. Which is something that very gently tickles, and yet is soothing, but also... very light to the touch. It… Well, for organics it would be like feathers lightly touching their gross flesh bodies.
I lashed Thundercracker's chestplates, not hard. Just enough to give a slight sting, but then allow the tingling energy of the tawse's tendrils to caress over his plates, bringing more of that… ticklish, little bit of pain, sensual sensation. He softly gasped, intakes heavier as his frame got hotter. I kissed him on the lip plates, biting his lower lip plate.
"Mine." I whispered before humping a little harder, moaning myself.
"Oh… Hah…" Thundercracker lolled his helm back, arms pulling at his restrains, so beautifully helpless.
"All mine." I seductively whispered again. "Who's your master?"
Thundercracker smirked. "Skywarp."
Skywarp giggled, his wings fluttering. I flicked mine, then gave Thundercracker a hard lash on his chest.
"Ah! Oh, that was rude." He grunted, his fans whirling louder.
"Who's your master?" I asked again.
"Skywarp." He said with a smug grin.
"Want me to make you suffer?"
"Suffer how? If you're going to threaten me, explain how you're going to hurt me. Come on, Star. You can do better than this."
"Don't tell me what to do! I'm the master!" I pointed to myself as I exclaimed.
"Then fragging act like it."
"I'll beat your aft. A lot!"
"With what?"
"A cable."
"A lot could be any number."
"I'll beat you until you beg. Then I'll keep beating you. I'll beat you until my arm falls off. Then I'll use my other arm to beat you until that one falls off! Then… I'll make Skywarp beat you!"
"And you'll be left unsatisfied."
I narrowed my optics as I flicked my wings. "No I won't. I'll have Skywarp frag me. And make you watch."
"He can't satisfy you like I can, darlin'." He smiled like a smug rat. And I hated him.
"I'll make you suck me off."
"I'll bite whatever you put in my mouth."
"I'll…. Drag you outside and give you an aft beating in public! And the entire time you have to…" I thought, then smirked. "You have to call me 'sire.'"
"Ewwwwwwwwwwwww…! No, that's too far."
"And You'll be my princess." I fluttered my wings.
"I would rather give you fellatio."
"And you have to wear a crown, and… A tail."
"Okay, Skywarp, can you please take over?" Thundercracker turned his helm to the side Skywarp was on, not that he could see anything.
"Like… ride ya?" Skywarp perked his wings.
"Whatever Starscream is doing up there, you can do it better."
"NO HE CAN'T!" I screeched.
"Ouch, Primus… My audio receptors." Thundercracker shook his helm, resetting his audio receptors.
"Primus, Scree." Skywarp rubbed over his audio receptors. "Did you just kill a cybercat or something? Frag, that was awful."
I flicked my wings. "I am the master." I said all prissy, tossing my olfactory sensor in the air. "I am never the master. So anyone who defies my master-y will receive a hundred lashes and be burnt at the stake!"
"That escalated." Thundercracker grunted.
"MAYBE YOU SHOULDN'T JUDGE AND INSULT YOUR MASTER, SLAVE!"
"AH! Primus, my audio receptors!"
"Starscream! Stop with the dying cybercats in your vocalizer.!" Skywarp shouted.
"NO!"
"Don't make us have to rebel!"
"I can't rebel. I'm chained…" Thundercracker grumbled.
"AND YOU SHALL STAY THAT WAY!"
"Slaggit, Star, all of Vos hears you."
"SO! BE! IT!"
"Give me that." Skywarp reached for the flogger.
"NOOOO!" I bit his servo.
"AH! You slagging, ravenous dog!" He slapped me, and I slapped back.
"Gah! Not on my spike! Ah! Stop!" Thundercracker tried to pull at his restrains as Skywarp and I wrestled. "This is why I have to be the dominant! You two femmes always have cat fights because I'm not restraining you."
"It's not a cat fight!" I shoved at Skywarp.
"I'm not a femme!" Skywarp shrieked.
"Vector Sigma…" Thundercracker vented a sigh. "Untie me right now so I can give you both the aft beating of the vorn."
In wrestling with Skywarp over the flogger I accidentally lashed it across Thundercracker's faceplates. And that really pissed him off.
"Ah! Alright, which one of you miserable afts did that?!" Thundercracker roared. "Let me go so I can strangle you both!"
"Oh, now I am less inclined to untie you!" I shouted.
"Starscream, release me so I can tie you here instead and beat the plating off your aft! I will beat you so hard that you will feel the pain of this beating for the rest of your life! I will beat you so hard that anyone with your coding will feel it!"
"Like that makes me want to free you any more, you fat afted, flying tin can."
"Skywarp! Untie me so I can murder Starscream!"
Skywarp paused, thinking. "If I untie you, what's in it for me?"
"I will not beat you and instead allow you to beat Starscream's aft with me."
"Hmmm…" Skywarp tapped a digit against his chin as he thought. "Can I rape Starscream afterwards? And can Starscream be made to drink my waste?"
"EW! NO!" I shrieked.
"Yes to the rape, no to the waste drinking. Just… No."
"Eh." Skywarp shrugged. "Guess I can settle with just beating and raping Star's sexy aft. Sorry, bro."
"No!" Skywarp managed to yank me off Thundercracker, then proceeded to untie him. "You betray your trineleader!"
"I learned betrayal from you!"
"NO!" I grabbed at Skywarp's servos, trying to stop him from releasing the beast.
It was a pathetic attempt to wrestle Skywarp away as he kept trying to free Thundercracker. Skywarp managed to get one wrist free, and then Thundercracker was able to get himself out of the chains.
He grabbed me, easily threw me onto the berth, and tied me down with the same chains. I struggled and cursed, but to no avail. I quickly found myself screaming as Thundercracker used the flogger on my aft, and Skywarp got busy with a paddle.
I hate them.
"AH! I hate you! Ah! Damn you! Ah! Ah! Slaggers! Ah! GO TO HELL!"
They really gave it to me… Then Skywarp got in me and fragged me hard, then Thundercracker did the same. They then beat me again… And fragged me again…
By the time they were done my aft was on fire and it hurt to walk, sit, or do anything. When I was finally untied I stormed away and locked myself in my room. I took my time to cry over the pain and calm down, before I could look in the mirror and appreciate the wonderful job they did on my rear end making it look like such an abused mess. Another picture taken and documented for my never ending collection of abused aft images.
I gritted my denta as I sat at my desk, wings flicking as I got my computer online. I scrolled through the news, looking to see if sire was announcing the new laws or doing anything.
Nothing.
Nothing from the Alpha other than his dealings with other politicians, and refusing to kiss aft to Sentinel Prime's demands. At least he was doing that right… But, his political policies still were not the best. Of how much I wanted grounders to stay out of Seeker affairs, sometimes we had to treat them like equals in our city and make accommodating deals.
I vented a sigh, frustrated that there were still no updates. It was the second orbital cycle since I had spoken to sire and told him I knew about the prostitute. I would give him another orbital cycle before calling him.
The door to my room opened and that big, blue aft that I love dearly entered.
"You done pouting about your punishment?" He smirked, coming behind me and hugging me.
"I'm not talking to you." I crossed my arms, tossing my olfactory sensor up.
He chuckled. "You're just not meant to be dominant in berth, my love." He kissed me on the cheekplates. "And your aft was created to have me beat it with all my unadulterated love." He kissed my neck. "May I see it?"
"No."
"I think it needs a few more swats."
"You're never satiated."
"No, I'm not. Getting hard again for you. Mmmm, I love you." He started to kiss my neck cables with a bit more passion. "You're my everything. My beautiful, perfect mate. Carrier of five of my creations. The perfect frag for my demanding spike." He grabbed my chin to kiss me on the lip plates. "Love you." Another kiss. "Get up and back up into me, now."
I slapped his cheekplates. "Stop. I'm tired. You had your fun with me already… Oh, come on. Seriously? Put that thing away!" I rolled my optics seeing it was out of his codpiece again. "You seriously are an interface addict. You need help."
"I'm addicted to making love to you." He nuzzled his olfactory sensor against my face.
"Mhmm. Put it away or I'll cut it off. Just… Ugh.. Take it outside and shove it in a hole or something. I am not touching it anymore. Where's Skywarp? He has several holes you can put it in…"
"I want your hole."
I rolled my optics. "Why are you like this?"
"Why are you?"
"Stop. I'm trying to read news. Thunder! Stop. It." I shouted when he started to hump my chair.
"No."
"How do you even get hard again so fast?"
"That's how much you turn me on."
"I'm flattered. Now, go away. I will gut you and strangle you with your own wires if you do not-" I shoved his face away as he tried kissing me. I then flared my wings, growled my engines, and snarled.
He growled his engines back, wings flaring, but still trying to kiss me. I narrowed my optics, slapped and shoved at him, as I hissed and made other pissed off sounds. He made them right back at me as he still tried to smother me with kisses.
I ceased my animalistic sounds and snarls when my computer rung with an incoming call. I saw who it was, my wings perking. Then I turned back to my mate.
"Get out!" I shoved at him frantically.
"Don't want me around anymore? What if I want to talk to your friends, too?"
"OUT!" I stood to shove at him, trying to get him out the door.
"I can't even say 'hi?'"
"You're embarrassing! Out!"
"I'm fun! They can watch as I frag you. I'm still hard."
"Ugh! Out!" I pressed my back against him, pushing as hard as I could to get him out the door we were almost at.
"I don't think I can, Star. I think… Gravity is getting heavier or my hydraulics are failing." He then fell on me, limp.
"ARGH!" I managed to hold him up as I kept pushing him out of the room. "GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"
"I'm broken, Star. I can't." He smirked.
I managed to get him shoved out of my room, him still acting like he couldn't move. "Argh! You're such a pain!" I slammed the door shut. I quickly ran back to my desk and sat down before answering the call. I got my intakes back under control from all the wrestling, fluttered my wings, and smiled. "Hey, Gears!"
"Hey, Stars." Gearshift smiled at me. "How's my silly Seeker doing?"
"Alright. Still waiting for sire to say something about the new laws."
"He still hasn't done anything? He probably backed out."
"He has one more orbital cycle to do something."
"I seriously doubt he's going to do a thing."
"Well, he doesn't want me leaking his secret."
"Be careful, Stars. I worry he may try to just like… Take you out."
"He won't."
"He almost did."
"Yeah, well, I made a mistake accidentally challenging him, so…" I shrugged. "He won't kill me."
"I seriously doubt that."
"Sire will break and make the laws to protect himself."
"More like he'll break you to protect himself. What if he just doesn't care? Like, he's been Alpha for a slag long time. He's proven to everyone that he can't be beat and he's all 'superior' with the… billion sparklings he's produced. I'm not a Seeker, but I grew up with you guys. I know how the Seeker culture works with the Alpha. And that means that once an Alpha establishes themselves as much as Skycutter has, no one frags with them. Ever."
"They do if they seriously screw up."
"I don't think Skycutter getting intoxicated when barely out of adolescence and killing a hooker will cause people to riot or challenge him. A backlash, sure, but nothing crazy. We don't even have evidence he had interface with the hooker. If he was so drunk he couldn't tell where he was or what he was doing anything could of happened."
"My sire has over thirty breeding mates and over eight hundred creations. All he does is frag. You can barely catch him not fragging. I know he fragged a hooker. He's probably fragged a lot before trining."
"How old was he when he trined?"
"He trined uncle Flare when he was 27 stellar cycles old. They met when sire was like 19, but Flare was 17. Sire waited for him to be of age before they mated."
"Okay, so, he basically was dating and knew he had a trinemate before he even had started officially looking. With less pressure on him to stay 'perfect' for strangers he probably was more relaxed about hooking up with other people and just not let Flare know. But, still not solid evidence he did have affairs."
"Not an affair if you're not mated to someone."
"So, I can call what you've been doing an affair?" Gearshift raised his optical ridge at me.
I rubbed over my faceplates. "Please, don't bring it up."
"Starscream, it's a problem."
"I know it is. But… I love him and want to be with him."
"Then date him without the interface and talk to your trinemates."
"We were talking about my sire, not Skyfire."
"I've been talking to Skyfire about this. You both are being immature about the situation. I am very close to driving over to yell at you and make you confess to your trinemates." He jabbed a digit at the screen.
"Gears… Gearshift, We're going to stop and do it properly. I haven't interfaced him in a while now. It just… Got out of servo for a bit, but we're getting better. Passion and lust just was blinding us. We… really love each other. A lot."
"I know you two do. But you can't be going behind Thundercracker and Skywarp's back. What if they found out? What if Thundercracker hurts you again? What if he beats you and flogs you and-and chains you to your berth for orns just like he did last time? What if he goes after Skyfire? You're in Vos, now. Skyfire doesn't have Iacon police protecting him. Vos is under Seeker control. Thundercracker would get away with murder."
I wiped at the coolant tears leaking down my cheekplates, scared of the thought of Thundercracker hurting me again like he had last time he caught me cheating. I couldn't go through that again. I didn't want to attempt suicide again. I finally wasn't suicidal and I did not want to go back to that place. I wanted to be happy and feel happy.
"We'll stop. We just lost control for a bit. I love my trine. I want to be the best for them." I choked out, swallowing.
"Then be the best for them. I know you can."
I nodded, looking away so I could calm down.
Gearshift was silent for a time before faintly smiling. "Wanna see my grandson? He's visiting."
I quickly nodded, my wings perking.
Gearshift left the screen for a moment before returning with a chubby, grounder sparkling that was only three decacycles old. I finally managed a small smile, seeing the little one, wishing mine were that small again.
"Hey, sweetspark." I greeted softly.
"Say hi to your godsire, Offroad." Gearshift made him wave his tiny servo.
I waved back. "Hey, Offroad. Sorry, that you grounders have such lame designations."
"Says the one designated after a screaming ball of fire and gas."
"Hey, my carrier gave me it because she said I came out of her screaming my helm off and throwing a fit. And I was her 'little star' that shone brightly during a hard time of her life. My designation holds sentimental value to the best carrier ever."
"Well, this one is designated Offroad because he was conceived on the side of the road. So, his designation has a story to it."
"I was conceived over a waste bucket."
"What?"
"It's true. Carrier was trying to clean out her waste tank when sire barged in and banged her. So…. Yeah."
"That explains everything, actually."
I snickered. "What? That I'm filth or something?"
"No, that of course I would be best friends with someone who was conceived when their carrier was on the bucket. Did she birth you while on it, too?"
I giggled. "She went into labor while over it with me, but I popped out in the hospital. So, close enough."
"Of course you made your carrier go into labor while she's cleaning her waste tank. No wonder you have a potty mouth."
I giggled, glad that he temporary forgot about my affair with Skyfire. Too bad I wasn't honest with him… I hate myself.
The Next Orbital Cycle
"Oh! Hah…!" I grasped the desk before me as I leaned over it, my optics offline, biting my lower lip plate as my engine purred. I fluttered my wings, loving this so much.
Skyfire had an arm wrapped tightly around my waist, his other servo holding my chin up so he could easier kiss me on the lip plates from above. He thrust into me hard and fast, not having been in me for several orbital cycles now. He was so excited he kept biting my shoulders and wings, his own wings fluttering.
I bounced on my peds, smiling broadly, moaning loudly, and so in love with this. If interface could be cute and beautiful, this was the perfect example of it. Just enjoying ourselves, only love, happiness, need, and the desire to be as close together as possible.
"Nrrrgh!" Skyfire cried when he finally overloaded, cumming all his wonderful fluids inside of me like a cannon.
I gasped at the sensation, then looked back at him, smirking. "Love, you came a little early on me. I still need more lovin'!"
He panted softly. "I know. I'm sorry. Just… Excited. Been a bit since I was last in you. And I don't have anyone else to satisfy me between our times together."
"You have your servo and pictures of me." I winked up at him.
He sheepishly smiled, looking away. "Well…. Yeah, I… Ahem… Only most nights. But it's not the same."
"Awww! Skyfire only masturbates to my pictures most nights!" I fluttered my wings. "How romantic."
"Okay… At least three times every orbital cycle that I don't get to actually have intercourse with you." He uncomfortably scratched the back of his neck.
"Awwww! That's the sweetest thing." I leaned back against him. "I love you."
"I love you, more." He kissed me on the lip plates. "Mmm, I could kiss you forever." He kissed me again, getting his glossa involved.
I giggled into his mouth, my optics offline, loving this so fragging much. "I wished you could, big guy. Hump me more, please?"
"Absolutely." He kissed a little harder before resuming his thrusting. "Mmm, Starscream." He kissed my neck cables. "Love you. Love you, so much."
"Hah… Oh… Mmm." I fluttered my wings, optics offlining, and biting my lower lip plate. I reached back and held the side of his helm as he kissed and nipped my neck, craving his gentleness and love. My trinemates were always rough and savage about interface, but not Skyfire. He sometimes got rough for the first overload because of excitement, but after that… It was so smooth, slow, gentle, and just the best thing ever. "Oh… Skyfire… Just join me already and let's have sparklings."
He faintly smiled. "Without a moment's hesitation, my little Seeker." He kissed me on the lip plates. "When do we tell your trinemates I'm moving in?"
My optics onlined, dim. I vented a sigh. "We do need to tell them something eventually."
"We do." His servo left my chin to grasp my inner thigh and pull my legs a little further apart.
I adjusted myself, pressing my aft against him. "Oh… I just worry… Oh… About them not approving you."
"They've known me for a long time. I helped raise their creations. I don't see why they wouldn't want me around."
I bit my lip plate, just focusing on feeling him inside of me. Spreading me apart, moving in and out of me, his massive spike rubbing hard against all of my sensory nodes. Primus, it was heavenly. Just thinking about how he felt inside of me makes me so wet down there.
"I don't know… I think… I think right now we're, oh… We're just stressed over what sire is doing."
"I'm stressed over what he does, too. He hurts you a lot."
"Hah… Yes, well, I probably am not, oh… Not handling the situation as best as I could be."
"He shouldn't be hurting you."
"Tell him that. Hah… Mmmm." I fluttered my wings. "I hope he sees reason and makes those laws. Hah…. If not by tonight then… I'll need to pay a visit." I reached down, touching where he entered me, feeling him moving in and out of me.
"You alright?"
"Yeah, just… Felt a little off there for a moment."
"Need me to slow down?"
"No, you're fine." I returned my servo to gripping the table. My optics focused on a glass of energon, watching how the energon sloshed around from us shaking the table. "I wished every Seeker could be happy and pain free like I am. Well… Pain free from unwanted pain from a trineleader."
"We'll get there. Just need to keep pushing and educating." He lifted my chin to kiss me on the lip plates.
I fluttered my wings, gently kissing back. "Love you."
"Love you more."
I held the side of his helm again, letting him kiss me so lovingly on my neck cables, my optics offlining to enjoy the sensation.
"Sire has to make the laws. I'll tell everyone what he did otherwise."
"Be careful that he doesn't come after you."
"Now you sound like Gearshift."
"Well, he's been calling me a lot to talk about you."
"Does he talk about us?"
Skyfire didn't answer immediately. "A lot. He advises we cease before Thundercracker murders me."
"Yeah, well, we'll stop when we're satiated." I grunted.
"He's right. we really shouldn't be doing this."
"Oh, so you want to just stop fragging me because of the slim chance anyone finds out?" I looked back at him.
"I don't need to frag you to love you."
"Heh, your entire body begs to differ."
"We need to be careful."
"We are careful."
"Still…"
"Stop worrying. You're job is to frag me, not worry about possibilities. We're fine. No one will ever find out."
"Don't jinx us."
"I'm not going to overload if you keep talking."
Skyfire vented a sigh, then bit me on the nape. I winced, but fluttered my wings.
"That's it, big guy. Take control of your Seeker." I pushed back against him. "I'm all yours. My body is your plaything."
"I rather have a person to love than a thing to play with." He kissed me.
"You're so sappy." I reached up and grabbed his chin. "Less talking, more humping and osculation."
He chuckled. "Osculation?"
"It should always accompany copulation." I giggled.
"I love you."
"I love myself." I smirked.
"Silly, little Seeker." He kissed me on the lip plates. "Never change."
"I promise I won't. I'll always be your silly, little, fabulous Seeker."
"I know you will be, my love. You'll always be my everything. I will always love you, defend you, protect you from the dangers of the world, and hold you close to me."
"And I will always be yours, always cuddle with you, and never leave your side. Not for anything."
"And I will never leave yours. Not for a single damn thing." He kissed me on the lip plates, holding me close as he concentrated on thrusting into me and making love to me.
I wish he kept those promises. If only he knew how much he would hurt me, and how much I needed him throughout the war…
The Next Orbital Cycle
I was pissed. Sire hadn't said or done anything to announce or create the new laws I had demanded. And I wasn't having any of it. I grabbed my trinemates and we flew to the palace. I barged in, and stormed into the throne room, not in the mood to deal with anyone.
"What the hell?!" I shouted angrily as I stomped down the hall, towards Skycutter on his throne.
"Hmm?" Skycutter looked up from kissing Flare, who was sitting on sire's lap. "What do you want, spawn of mine?" He grumbled before returning to kissing uncle Flare on the lip plates.
Flare purred his engine, his arms wrapped around Skycutter's neck, curled up on his trineleader's lap. Turbine sat on the arm of the throne by their locked helms, waiting for his turn to get love.
I stomped up the dais and stopped before them. "Why didn't you make the laws? I gave you three orbital cycles!" I balled my fists at my sides, wings flaring, and shaking with fury.
Sire rolled his optics, turning back to me. "Watch your tone or else you'll get a flogging." He snapped. "Now, Starscream."
"Tell me why you didn't make the laws!" I shrieked.
"Submit or else you will get a flogging. Worse than the last one I gave you." He growled, wings flaring.
I forced myself to calm down and looked down, my wings lowering, showing submission to him. Sire waited to make sure I was truly being submissive before continuing.
"You're not my superior, Starscream. I am the Alpha and I make the rules. Try as you may, but you will not undermine me. As for your attempt of a threat… I handled it."
I looked at him, keeping my wings low. "How so?"
"How so, what?"
I narrowed my optics. "How did you handle it, sir."
"You learned that story from my creators." He paused, shaking his helm a little as if he was saddened by something. "They should know they can't disobey the Alpha even if they raised me."
My wings perked. "What did you do?"
"Go ahead and tell everyone what they told you." His smile only grew, but it was not the smile of my sire. I didn't know who had that evil smile, but it wasn't the mech who raised me. "The same thing will happen to you."
My optics grew, terrified of what he had done to my grandcreators. "What did you do?" I asked a little softer, scared.
"You don't want it to be a surprise?" His smile was so large now, so cruel.
"Where's grandcarrier?" I choked out, knowing he did something awful. "What did you do to my grandcarrier?"
"Hmm, what didn't I do." He turned to Flare, that evil smile now lustful. "What more could I have done?" He kissed Flare on the lip plates.
"Sire, please, w-where's grandcarrier?"
"Why don't you go find out yourself? I don't think he'll be leaving his room. Not without assistance."
I didn't want to stay any longer. I ran down the dais, gestured for my trinemates to follow, and we bolted out onto the balcony. We transformed and flew to my grandcreators' home as fast as we could. I transformed and rushed inside, the door unlocked. My spark was pulsating quicker, praying I wasn't right in my fears.
There were no servants. I didn't see signs of a fight, so maybe they were alright. But it wasn't the state of the servants that concerned me.
I ran throughout the apartment until I came to the open door of their berthroom. I stopped, trembling, suddenly unable to cycle my air. I would learn how to be brave in these situations vorns later, used to the scene. But, this was my first time ever facing it.
The door was open because it had been ripped out, and the floor was wet with energon. I was trembling, not wanting to go in, but I had to. I stepped forward, but Thundercracker grabbed my arm.
"Let me go first."
I looked at him, shaking so hard, coolant starting to pool in my optics. I should of let him do it. I should of stayed back. But, it was my grandcreators. I had to see it myself.
I walked ahead, unable to answer him, and entered the room. I felt my spark drop inside of me, like I had been shot in the gut, my knees felt weak and wobbly, and just… It felt so surreal. Like a dream. Like this wasn't happening. I was trembling so hard, I could barely stand.
On the berth were my grandcreators. Grandcarrier was ripped apart, his entire torso torn out of him in a vicious attack, his limbs ripped off, and his face still frozen in his dying screams of shock, horror, and pain. Grandsire was beside him, holding him still, damaged from fighting, but that wasn't what killed him. He had been shot in the helm point blank. And the room was a mess. Energon splattered everywhere, items knocked off shelves and the desk, furniture flipped over and broken, and all the signs of a struggle for survival.
Sire had murdered his own creators in a horrific attack, all to protect his pride. To scare me and stop me from fighting against him. To not have to change anything he was doing.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed with everything I had in me. All my shock, my despair, everything just came out in that scream as I fell to my knees, and lost all control of myself. I screamed as tears gushed from my optics, unable to speak, just cry and bellow in complete hysteria.
Skywarp stood there, horrified, unable to even conjure up a thought. Thundercracker swallowed, holding himself best he could for us, but even he was trembling from the sight.
"AHHHH! NOOOO! AHHH! H-he-NOOOO!" I kept shrieking and bawling, unable to control myself. I was in their energon, sticky from having been puddled there overnight. They had died on the last orbital cycle of the countdown. I had given them an execution date.
Thundercracker finally managed to walk over to them and begun to respectfully move their arms over their chests and close their mouths, making them look peaceful in death. I kept crying, taking forever until I could finally get myself to stand and approach the berth.
"I-I'm sorry." I choked out. "Th-this is m-my fault."
"It's not your fault." Thundercracker said firmly, but softly. "You did nothing wrong. Skycutter is the monster."
I slowly shook my helm, then hugged my grandcarrier, knowing that he was the main victim of sire's wrath with how damaged he was. I couldn't imagine his last moments, knowing that it was his own son, the son he carried inside of him, raised, and loved, was the one who viciously murdered him. And grandsire watched it, held back my Turbine and Flare, unable to save his mate as his own son killed his beloved. Then killed him.
"We need to contact their other creations and have a funeral." Thundercracker gently said as he stroked my wing. "They died with their honor, and will be buried as the warriors they are."
I couldn't care less about honor at that time. My grandcreators were dead and it was all my fault.
My great aunt and uncles were called and they took over handling the bodies and preparing them for burial. Sire didn't attend the funeral we had the next orbital cycle. His siblings were in as much shock as I was, and they screamed and shouted at sire after the service for what he had done. But sire didn't care. He was still the Alpha, and that was all he cared about.
I was inconsolable. I still feel like it was my fault. I pushed sire, he reacted, and my grandcreators were murdered all for the lust of power and arrogance. I may not have been that close to my grandcreators, but they were still my grandcreators.
After the funeral I went to speak to my carrier. I ordered my trinemates to wait outside the room, wanting them to warn me if sire showed up. I didn't trust him anymore. I feared for my life, now.
"Carrier?" I said quietly as I entered the room.
"Oh, my little mechling." She came over quickly and hugged me tightly. "I'm so sorry. I heard what happened. It's not your fault, sweetspark. None of this is."
Coolant started to leak down my cheekplates as I hugged her back. "He killed them."
"I know. He's awful." She said quietly so only I could hear in case anyone was listening. "He's a terrible person."
"I never thought he would-"
"He's done many awful things to stay Alpha."
"But to kill his own creators?"
"He only cares about his position." She cupped my cheekplates and studied me for a moment before venting a soft sigh. "I'm so sorry this is all happening, sweetspark."
"It's my fault. I pushed him too hard. He killed them because of what I did."
"No. He killed them because he's just selfish and cruel." She was silent a moment before continuing. "Killing them isn't the only thing he's done."
My wings slowly perked, getting more anxious. "What else did he do?"
"It's not all that bad." She looked down as she took my servos in hers, then looked back at me. "You're getting another full sibling. I'm sparked."
I bit my lip plate. "I thought he was giving you a break?"
"Well, he was, but… After all of this he's sparked all of his breeding mates. Well, those he could. That's all he's been doing the last few orbital cycles. And all he's been doing this morning. Trying to reestablish his superiority by making another batch of sparklings. It's not the worst thing. I love my creations and can handle having another. Promise you'll come by and help me, though. All your full siblings either are trined and busy with their own creations, and Hellfire is in another city… You're the only one not currently raising sparkling."
I nodded. "Yeah, I'll help you. Got any designation ideas?"
"I'm thinking something cloud related again. I have Nacreous, so… Might as well go with that theme again. But all the designations I can think of that's cloud related are more mechly to me. I don't think they'll work for a femme." She paused. "Do you have any femme options? You had more of those than I did."
I faintly smiled. "I have a few that I have saved away in case Thundercracker sparked me anymore. I actually was going to designate Rogue something else if things had been different in my life at that time."
"What were you going to designate her?"
"Chandelle."
"Ooh, I like that one. Well, if there's a femmling in me that will be her designation."
"It's a nice designation."
"You have a nice designation. I am wonderful at designating my beautiful creations."
"You are. Especially with Hellfire. Little aft is certainly from hell…"
"You love him. He's a good mech."
"I love all my siblings minus Nacreous."
Her wings lowered. "You two used to be so close…"
"That was before he became an abusive fragger who betrayed my trust and let me be beaten by Thundercracker, and encouraged Thundercracker to beat me. And then he abused Maelstrom so much she killed herself."
"He feels bad about what happened."
"I don't care how he feels. He killed her."
Carrier was silent, not wanting to hate or upset any of her creations. We were all she had. She couldn't speak to her other family thanks to being a slave, and her former trinemates were not allowed anywhere near her.
"Starscream… I know you're mad at him… I know you disagree with traditionalism-"
"That's an understatement…"
"Sweetie…" She vented a sigh. "I wish so much that the world was a better place. That no one ever hurt you… That just-"
"Skycutter is on his way over, sir." Thundercracker said quickly as he and Skywarp entered the room and closed the door behind them.
"Will you be alright?" I asked carrier, holding her servos.
"I'll be fine. He knows I'm sparked so is being careful with me." She looked up at me. "Don't push him. Please, be careful."
"I always am, carrier. Keep me updated on the sparkling and let me know if you need anything."
"I will, my love. Be safe." She kissed my cheekplates before hugging me.
"I will, carrier. I love you."
"Love you, too, my little mechling."
"Let me know what sire is-"
I turned around when the door opened and Skycutter was standing there, his trinemates behind him. He just smirked, smug, proud of himself, and threatening me.
"Hello, Starscream. You here for another beating?" He asked so casually.
I knew he was in a violent mood. Obviously pissed from his siblings yelling at him for murdering their creators, and now he was looking for someone to take out his frustrations on. And I wasn't going to be his punching bag.
"Warp us!" I ordered as I leaped to Skywarp, grabbing his arm.
Skywarp instantly teleported us back to our apartment. I took a moment to calm myself down, that being far too close for comfort. Thundercracker hugged me, stroking my backplates, reassuring me that I was safe.
"I… I'm going to my room for a bit." I said softly after a moment.
"Need anything from us?"
I shook my helm. "No, I'll be fine."
"Love you."
"Love you, more."
Thundercracker pecked a kiss to my lip plates, then Skywarp did the same. I went to my room and closed the door behind me, venting a tired sigh. I lied on my berth, looking up at all the pictures I had on the wall of my trinemates, Skyfire, Gearshift, my creations, nieces, nephews, and other family members. My optics stopped on the family picture of me as a sparkling being held by my carrier, and sire there holding her close to him, them both smiling. Sire had always taken family pictures like this with his creations and whoever their carrier was. It was the only picture of him I had up on my wall, because he actually was my sire in that picture. Not the monster that killed my grandcreators or beat me.
I looked at my nightstand, a lamp, a framed image of me with my trinemates, and a few datapads sat upon it. I studied my reading selection, some titles were scientific journals, some fictional literature, a couple non-fiction, and then one was… Everything.
I picked up the last one and stared at the cover of it. Towards Peace by Megatron of Tarn. I had already read it five times by now. I onlined it, and began to read it all over again.
"Hey, Pookie, you going to do something other than sit on your sexy aft all orbital cycle or what?"
I rolled my optics. "I do not appreciate the nicknames, Bitstream." I bitterly replied, not looking away from the TV screen.
"You might want to give the TV a break, my beautiful love." Thundercracker said as he walked by. "You've been watching that for joors now."
"I'll give it a rest when I feel like it." I grunted.
"What is that? Gladiators?" Bitstream perked his wings.
"Yes."
"Why are you watching that?"
"I'm watching Megatron."
"Mega-who?"
I rolled my optics. "The grey grounder tearing apart his opponent. The one with the sexy hips."
Thundercracker started to cough as if he was choking on something. Bitstream raised an optical ridge.
"I'm sorry… Did you just say a grounder was… 'sexy?'"
I flicked my wings, rolling my optics again. "Grounders are capable of being sexually pleasing. Can I please watch in peace?"
"He's been obsessed over that grounder for a while, now." Skywarp commented as he worked on hiding our pamphlets in fake crystals that had secret compartments in them. Something that no one would expect to hide a dataslug, and normal for Seekers to have since we use crystals for courting.
"Why? He's just an ugly… Is he a miner? He is! He has the-the yellow stripe things that miners wear for-"
"Can I please watch my TV?" I snapped, wings flaring.
"Someone is being a grumpy plates." Bitstream glared at me.
"Aw, Bitsy, be nice." Sunstorm frolicked over all giggly and unhealthily joyful as he always was. "Starscream is just enjoying his show."
"It's not a show…" I grumbled.
"Just kind of weird…" Bitstream grunted, gently hugging his trinemate back when Sunstorm got all snuggly.
"Everyone has their own past times and things they enjoy. I like hugging you. That's what I enjoy." He giggled, wings fluttering, oozing out rainbows, joy, love, and all sappy things that make me vomit.
"I like hugging you, too, Sunshine." Bitstream kissed his trinemate. "But I love you sucking me off even more."
Sunstorm giggled. "I love sucking you off!" He kissed Bitstream on the lip plates. "I loves you bunches and bunches, Bitsy!"
"I love you right back, darling."
"Can you two keep it down?" I demanded.
"Whatever, Pixiedust."
I really hated those nicknames.
I changed the channel when it went to commercial, seeing what the news had instead. My wings perked as the screen showed my sire, the news reporter announcing that the Alpha would be speaking in the plaza later that orbital cycle. I flicked my wings, so angry with him and what he had been doing.
"We going to that?" Thundercracker inquired, resting his elbows on the back of the couch as he leaned over me.
"Think it would be worth it?"
"Maybe. Always good to stay on top of what he's doing and saying."
I looked up at him, then back at the TV. "Perhaps we should attend."
"We can meet up with our creations. I bet they'll be there."
"Probably. Bitstream, when does Hotlink return?"
"Eh, probably before Skycutter speaks. He worships him so definitely will make Sunshine and I attend."
"Hmm." I thought, mulling over if it would be worth it or not. "Everyone else will be there. Might as well go."
"Okay, we'll wrap up all of this then." Thundercracker kissed me on the lip plates.
I pecked the kiss back to him, then switched the channel back to the gladiator fights. My wings fluttered, seeing Megatron again.
"Ugh, I seriously don't see why you think he's 'sexy.'" Bitstream groaned.
"Just watch."
Bitstream did, just in time to see Megatron tear his opponent in half, energon splattering everywhere on his body and surroundings. Bitstream's wings perked.
"Okay, that was sexy, but he's still not hot."
I smirked. "Keep telling yourself that."
"I will, Half Pint."
I rolled my optics. Primus, I hated how he used to talk to me.
I stood in the crowd with my trinemates and creations around me. My creations had brought their trinemates and some of my grandcreations with them. A lot of Seekers were gathered to hear sire speak. A lot was going on in Vos with the Senate, the state of more crime happening on Cybertron, general unease and corruption everywhere, and the recent events of Skycutter murdering his creators had really created a stir in the Seeker population. We were nervous, anxious, and confused with everything going on with the Alpha, government, and Cybertron. We needed answers and looked to our leader for them.
Little did I know how much my life would change this seemingly normal orbital cycle.
"My Seekers!" Skycutter greeted us from where he stood on the stage, his trinemates in formation behind him, the royal guards all around in their usual positions. "I have good news. Twenty-two of my breeding mates are sparked once more, and soon another set of princes and princesses will arrive." He paused as some cheers and clapping went off in support of him having more creations. "But, that is not why I am having this speech. There is much turmoil and unrest in Vos caused by the arrival of the Senate and Sentinel Prime demanding that I give up much of the city and the space port to their control. This will not come to pass. I will do my utmost to protect Vos' resources and economy from the non-Seekers, ensuring Vos stays Seeker controlled and flourishing.
"Cybertron is not well, and her conflicts have entered our city. We must unite as one to face these new threats that seek to tear us apart, confuse us, and destroy our way of life. Submissives must follow their trineleaders, and trineleaders must protect their trines. We mustn't forget the laws that have saved our kind for hundreds of vorns, since the founding of Vos and even before her creation.
"And you must have faith in your Alpha. I will do all that I can to ensure we stay safe and free from harm from the outsiders, the grounders, and the Senate. There are those who would not only defy me, but betray our kind. Other Seekers we must be wary of and avoid. Other Seekers who would sell out their own kind for personal gains." He paused. "It is with a heavy spark that I will reveal that I was forced to terminate my own creators for their part in trying to subvert me. To break down the Alpha so that our enemies could penetrate our defenses and take hold. I didn't want to do it, but there was no other way to secure our safety. Times are changing, and we must change with them. And, unfortunately, this means stricter-"
I couldn't take it. Beat me for fighting for victims, that's one thing, but calling my grandcreators "traitors" to save your sorry aft? Not happening.
"LIAR!" I shrieked as I shoved through the crowd to the front. "YOU SLAGGING LIAR!"
Sire ceased in his monologue to look down at me, his wings hiking. "Guards, take the heckler away."
"YOU DIDN'T KILL THEM FOR 'PROTECTON!' YOU MURDERED THEM TO PROTECT YOURSELF!" I was grabbed by two guards who started to roughly lead me away. "Argh! YOU MURDERED THEM BECAUSE THEY TOLD ME YOU FRAGGED A HOOKER WHEN UNDER AGE!" I shouted as loudly as I could.
There were gasps, wide optics, and whispers now, everyone exchanging shocked and confused glances. Skycutter glared down at me, his orange optics filled with death.
"More lies spewed forth from a blasphemer who fights against tradition." He replied calmly. "Tie him to a post. He will be flogged."
I kept struggling. "You murdered your own creators to hide what you did! YOUR TRINEMATES KNOW! They've always known, but you kept this a secret to not face backlash. YOU HAVE NO HONOR! You fragged a hooker than murdered her! You are not worthy of being Alpha! You haven't done a damn thing to help Vos! To help your people! All you've ever done is sat on your throne, fragging your breeding mates, and neglecting your hundreds of creations!" I kicked at the guards as they kept trying to take me towards the whipping posts. I was so pissed, so wanting him dead. I hated him with every molecule of my being. "You're abusive, cruel, selfish, narcissist, and a murderer! Anyone would be a better Alpha than you!"
Skycutter glared at me. "Anyone, Starscream? I supposed you could do better?"
I growled my engine. "I would be a thousand times better than you, Skycutter."
"Is that a challenge?"
And like the idiot I am I spoke. "Maybe it is!"
Skycutter flicked his wings. "Release him."
The guards instantly did so and stepped away from me. I flared my wings, watching sire hop off the stage and stomp towards me.
"I haven't been challenged in a long time, Starscream. Son or not, I will handle you as I did the others." His wings flared, engine growled, and the fire's of hell burned within his optics. "You'll be joining your grandcreators, now." He murderously growled, no longer my sire. This… He was now the beast that would do whatever it could to see me dead.
And it was at this critical moment that I realized I screwed up. That this wasn't going to be sire beating his misbehaving son for speaking ill will of him. No, this was it. This was when Skycutter, Alpha of the Seekers, would kill me, rip me apart in as many pieces as he could, burn my remains, and recycle my body to be his new waste bucket. This would be how I died.
"STARSCREAM, FLY!" I heard Thundercracker scream.
My optics widened, suddenly terrified. I turned, transformed, and took off just before Skycutter grabbed me. He transformed and chased after me, but I was faster. I powered my thrusters to the max, my spark racing, freaking out, knowing that only one would still be alive by the end of this orbital cycle. And I just knew it wouldn't be me.
I dove and spun between towers and spirals, desperately trying to lose him. But despite how fast I was, he managed to stick with me, never losing sight of me. I dove down, vertical as I descended, then pulling up sharply to avoid collision with the street. I sped down the road, avoiding grounders and vehicles. I was panicking, trying to focus on escape, but all I could think of was how I was about to die horribly.
A train suddenly appeared before me and I had to quickly pull up to avoid it. I wobbled, trying to gain control again, my sensors warning me that sire was right on my tailfins. I pushed myself harder, everything around me a blur as I desperately tried to escape.
"Ah!" I cried when Skycutter's nosecone harshly hit my tailfin.
I pushed harder, but I couldn't get myself to go any faster. I pulled up and flew parallel to a tower, my undercarriage almost scraping against it's side. Skycutter was still behind me, still staying right on me.
I leveled out when I flew over the tower, avoiding air traffic, trying to remember what I had in my subspace. Guns? I had my arm cannons, I knew that. Do I have my swords? Maybe? No. I have a knife! Yes, a knife is good. But, that'll get me too close and the arm cannons take precious time to get on. I have… Um… I had crystal flowers Thundercracker gave me last night. I… What else did I have?!
I chandelled sharply followed by an aileron roll, avoiding the air traffic. I realized we were by the space port now, and the air traffic was a lot larger. I descended sharply to avoid a cargo vessel as it began its ascent into the atmosphere. I had to barrel roll to avoid crashing into Seeker escorts for the ship, then plummet to miss a smaller spacecraft.
I raced through the parked ships, some being loaded, avoiding the lifts and workers who were on the landing platforms. I barely missed the traffic control tower, then shot up to take advantage of the free skies.
But in my haste to ascend I ignored my radar. Another flier T-boned into me, not seeing me with the speed I was going at.
"Ahhhh!" I cried out as I spiraled out of control and plummeted.
I transformed, powering my thruster heels to the max, trying to stop my descent and gain control of myself. I crashed into a shuttle, bounced off it and struck another flier, before plummeting again, trying to gain control, trying to slow my descent, trying not to die.
I hit the side of a tower, still falling. I reached out and grabbed at the tower's side, my thrusters screaming with the strain, denta gritted as I desperately tried to stop.
Finally, I got control, coming to a stop. My digits were torn and leaking energon from being dragged against the building's side. I looked around, wings hiked, scanners searching. I heard his engine, but didn't see him.
I found the closest window, powered my thrusters, and flew through it. Glass shattered, the shrapnel flying in all directions as I skidded to a stop inside of an office. It was thankfully empty, silent save for the wind now angrily billowing from the broken window.
I ran through the office, suddenly realizing my knee was damaged from one of the people or building I had just struck. I grit my denta and forced myself to run with a limp, getting out of the office and running down a hallway. I kept glancing over my shoulder, I knew he must have found the broken window by now. He would find me.
I stopped, needing a moment to cycle my air, cool off, and give my knee joint a break. I only got less than a klik before I heard large thruster heels loudly clacking down the hallway. My optics widened, then I realized I had left a trail of energon from my digits, dripping along the way.
I found the nearest door, forced it open, and closed it behind me. The room was dark, only light entering from a few windows. It was an electrical room, grids, wires, all that filling it. My wings perked, remembering how I was able to defeat Thundercracker with an electrical surge. Maybe I could repeat that?
I started to look around, trying to find the power outlets, where the most electricity would be, and how I would be able to connect it to Skycutter.
As I was tearing out an outlet and getting a wire connected to it, the door opened. I forced my wings down, trying to make myself less visible. I grabbed the wire and carefully began to connect it to more, trying to put as much charge into it as possible. My spark was racing, hearing his thruster heels clacking, searching for me.
I got several wires wrapped together, plugged them into the outlet, and backed under a desk, holding the end of the wire, trembling. I could see the shadow of his peds from beneath the bottom of the desk. I covered my mouth, trying to remain silent, knowing that he was right next to me, only a desk separating us.
"I know you're here, Starscream." He spoke, directly over me. "Come out and I will make your death quick. Not drawn out. You are my son, after all, and I rather not make you suffer."
I was trembling harder, coolant pooling in my optics, hearing my own sire say those words… It made me sick, terrified, and broken inside. For so long I thought he loved me, and I loved him. And all that was thrown away because of his greed, pride, and selfishness.
He kept walking, I worked on trying to calm myself down, trying to stop trembling. I startled when I heard a loud crash, him throwing something down, then another bang.
"Come out, Starscream!" He barked, his rage growing, throwing something.
I prayed. I prayed for myself, my creations, my trinemates, my carrier… Everyone I loved. I was going to die.
He threw over desks, grids, ripping out wires, kicking things. He looked around in his search for me, pausing, his wings perking when he saw the wires I had connected, followed their trail, and his optics landed on the desk I was under, the drips of energon confirming his assumption. He smirked.
"Whatever you're planning won't work, Starscream." He said so calmly, so evilly, as he approached. "Surrender now and I will ensure you will be buried with your family rather than disposed of in the garbage."
I stayed still, watching the shadow grow larger.
"You do have very fine looking trinemates. I might use them myself if I decide to let them live." He stopped at the desk, leaning over to peer on the other side. He smirked, seeing the tip of my wing. "Come out, my little Star."
"AH!" I cried when he flipped the table over on top of me.
"ARGH!" He tackle me, grasping my neck and slamming me to the ground. His optics burned with the desire to kill as he hissed in my faceplates, his engine roaring.
My optics widened with absolute horror, my being freezing with unadulterated terror for a moment before I got myself to react. I kicked at him, grasping at his wrists, trying to free myself. He easily lifted me up and threw me against the wall, pinning me by my neck. Then, he began his attack, grasping at my chestplates and tearing at them.
"AHHH!" I kneed him in the codpiece, which managed to get him to move his face closer to mine.
I helmbutted him as hard as I could, striking him directly on the olfactory sensor. He stepped back enough for me to jerk my leg up, kick him in the chestplates, and push him off me. I activated my thrusters directly in his faceplates, ignoring his cry of pain.
I grasped the wires I had wrapped together and with my unusual speed coiled it around his neck. He grabbed me and threw me onto the floor. I quickly scampered to my peds and ran to the outlet. He grasped my ped, slamming me down again. I kicked at him, glancing back in time to see his snarling, furious faceplates as the animalistic cries Seekers emit when energon thirsty escaped his vocalizer. Now, I know why everyone fears us when they hear those cries…
I dug through my subspace pocket and pulled out the first thing I felt: Thundercracker's crystal flowers. I smacked them across his faceplates as hard as I could, which loosened his hold on me. I kicked him off me, ran to the outlet, and powered it on.
"AAAAIIIEEEEE!" He shrieked as the electricity surged into his frame, twisting, jerking, and falling over.
"Just die!" I shouted before running for a window. "AH!" I fell over when something hit me in the back of the helm.
I looked back, seeing him getting to his peds, fighting the electricity, grabbing something else to throw at me. I started to get up when I was hit by another projectile, then felt the absolutely agonizing pain of electricity coursing through my body, overpowering my systems, and making me spaz.
He had me.
I kicked and struggled as he held my leg, pulling me closer to him. I activated my thrusters to the max, taking off, him still holding me.
"ACK!" He cried as the wires yanked on his neck, still connected to the wall.
That got him to let go of me. I covered my face just before crashing through a window. I transformed, broke the sound barrier, and sped away.
I had to return to my trine. I needed to get to Skywarp. He could teleport me away and sire would never find me. We had to get away. I had to protect my trine.
I neared the plaza, still seeing the crowd of Seekers there. I flew down, transformed, and landed just in front of the stage.
"SKYWARP!" I shouted, running towards the crowd, knowing he was somewhere there. "My trine! Come to me!"
"Starscream!" I heard Thundercracker shout, but at the same time the roaring of a jet engine.
"AHHH!" I screamed when Skycutter transformed and landed on me, his thruster heels tearing into my wing, bending it, and the inner structure of my side crushing.
"Little, filthy-" Skycutter growled, grasping the back of my helm before beginning to repeatedly slam it against the ground.
"Ah! Ah! Help!" I cried out, engulfed with fear, pain, and the desire to somehow make it out of this alive.
"No one is saving you." He growled, and I knew that the guards were blocking the other Seekers from coming forward. No one stopped the Alpha.
He grasped my neck, I felt his digits digging into my neck cables as he tensed, preparing to rip my helm off. I opened a subspace pocket and desperately rummaged inside, trying to find something to use. My digits felt the handle of one of my swords, and had I not been so scared I would have been relieved to know I still had at least one in my subspace pocket. I yanked it out, swung back blindly, and it struck something.
"AH!" Skycutter yelped as my blade tore into his lower leg.
I activated my thrusters as I twisted around, getting out from under him. I got to my peds and in the same movement swung my sword, slicing the blade over sire's chestplates. He growled, a deadly snarl on his faceplates. Then he lunged.
I screamed as I reacted, stabbing my sword upward as he tackled me. My blade stabbed into his abdomen, but it didn't hinder him. He started to tear at me, punch my faceplates, and I desperately fought back. I felt my cheekplates being ripped off, then my shoulder vents, and my chest plates. I grasped his jaw and tried to tear it off, my other servo still holding my blade. I forced it upward, trying to cut through his body, trying to severe an organ, a primary fuel line, anything. I felt his energon gushing on me, the handle of my sword becoming slippery with energon. Then, energon started to pour from his mouth and onto my face.
"Ahhhh!" I screamed, trying to get him off me, trying to win this.
I was forced to let go of his face and use that servo to search my subspace, needing something else to help me. But, sire was on to me. He grasped me, stood up, and swung me before throwing me against the stage. My helm slammed against it, and I fell to the ground. I didn't get a chance to stand before he grasped my wing and easily ripped it off my back.
"Ahhhh!" I shrieked, grabbing the blade still in his body, trying to pull it out so I could use it for defense.
He grasped my helm and slammed it against the corner of the stage, then kneed me in the abdomen. I curled into myself, and he kneed my face, then kicked me to the ground. He was upon me once more, tearing off my other wing, then grabbing a leg. I activated my thruster, trying to get away, but he only swung me around once more into the side of the stage.
"Give up, Starscream." He spat out energon before pulling the blade out of his body.
I coughed up energon, my optics shattered, no longer even feeling half my faceplates, and missing denta. I shrieked when my own sword was stabbed through my abdomen, and into the ground, pinning me. I screamed, my HUD flaring warnings at me, feeling my energon pour out of my body.
Then his peds appeared before me. He grasped my helm and forced me to look up at him. Energon was coating most of his faceplates, and I could tell he was weakening from the energon loss, but so was I.
"You're not my son." He growled before punching my face.
I spat out energon and more denta. "I no longer want to be." I growled, my right servo digging through my subspace, trying to find anything to help me.
"Die knowing that your trinemates will live the rest of their lives suffering because of you. They will never know freedom again."
I narrowed my optics. No one threatened my trinemates. But what he said next was what truly pissed me off.
"Your carrier will undoubtedly give me trouble once I kill you. I'll just frag her until she's used up then send her to be with you. No point in keeping defective Seekers."
No one insulted or threatened my carrier. No one.
I whipped out one of my arm cannons and without aiming fired. He cried out when it shot him in the wing, jumping off me. I bit my glossa and forced myself up enough to grab the blade beneath my body and pull, getting it out of the ground. I painfully got to my peds, reaching back to grab the sword from behind, but it wouldn't bulge. My optics widened from the pain and fear, not getting my own weapon out of me, and he was coming back. His thrusters activated as he flew towards me, and I only had a nanosecond to react.
And I did the only thing I could. I activated my own thrusters, not even getting a chance to time this out. He realized it too late, unable to stop before the blade protruding from my body stabbed him in the faceplates just as he was about to tackle me. I grasped the back of his helm and his wing, using my thrusters to steer us towards the wall of the stage so we would crash into it. I screamed when we did, the handle of the blade being shoved forward by the stage my back was forced into, causing the blade to go completely through my own body and slice off half of his faceplates.
He cried out, stumbling back, his jaw now only hanging on by the pistons on one side of his mouth, his glossa dangling out, and the protoform structure of his face now visible, as well as his brain module on the one side.
I gasped, intaking harshly, looking down at the blade penetrating fully through my abdomen. I grasped it, grit my denta, and yanked it out, ignoring it cutting my palms. I forced myself to stand despite feeling so weak, my knees wobbling. So long as he stood, I had to.
I know the crowd was screaming, I know things were being shouted, but I just heard static. Nothing but my own body. The warnings on my HUD, my pained intakes, everything else just… not being heard. And I knew I had to react. Sire was in a daze, shocked about the injuries he had received. I needed to react before he had a chance to recover.
I lunged forward, swinging my sword, only for him to block it with an arm. I missed his helm, but cut his arm. I had to remove limbs. I needed to tear him apart. I kept swinging, trying to get by his defenses so I could reach his helm, just hit him where I could kill him.
He found an open space and took it, swinging his arm and striking me in the side, the pain of my stab wound sending tidal waves of excruciating pain through me. I cried out, clutching my side, and he grasped me, activated his thrusters, and took me up. He started to grab my arm, preparing to tear it off, but I swung my sword and slashed the back of his servo. He let go of me enough that I was able to take advantage to grab his arm instead, and pull with everything I had, my thrusters activating to max. He grabbed at me, and we spiraled and spun around in the air, trying to take advantage of the other. Whoever managed to tear an arm off first would have the advantage. They may be the victor.
I did my best to stay behind him, pulling on his arm. I swung my blade and slashed at his wing and shoulder, trying to get him to release me, trying to cut something off him. But it was hard for we were tumbling, jerking, and flying wildly about. Finally, I got my chance and stabbed his shoulder. As he cried out, I grasped his arm with both servos, planted one ped against his side, and the other powering the thruster, and pulled with everything I had.
The sword wound helped, for I started to feel it give, I heard tearing of pistons, metal, and wires, then… I felt it come out.
I flew back, having to use both thrusters to stop myself, and realizing I held my sire's severed arm. I didn't get a chance to marvel at what I had just accomplished for he was upon me, wielding my own sword. I threw his arm at him, but too late. He swung the sword as my arms were still out, and sliced my right arm off just below the elbow. I screamed, but he was on me. I was slammed to the ground, him on top of me once more, and my sword stabbed into my shoulder of my full arm. I kicked at him, trying to get him off me, and finally flew away enough with my thrusters that I got out from under him. I yanked my sword out of my shoulder, feeling even weaker now with losing energon from my arm. I had to end this. I didn't have time. I was leaking heavily. But, so was he.
He was approaching me, his wings flared, wanting it to end as well. I had to stab him in the helm. There was no way I could win with brute strength alone. He was too strong for me.
My knees gave out from under me suddenly, and I fell to the round. I sat on my ankles, holding my sword as I curled into myself from the unbearing pain filling my system. I felt nauseous, my fuel tank damaged and barely able to hold anything in it. It was coming up, then I had a thought.
Skycutter stopped behind me, his engine growling, intakes heavy. He grasped my shoulder, and turned me around as he forced me up.
"Enough of this." He growled, his faceplates almost in mine.
And this is why I am known as more than just a "dirty" fighter.
I purged my tank in his faceplates, letting it all out as my damaged, sick fuel tank unleashed my mid orbital cycle fuel.
"Ack!" He leaped back, not expecting that, disgusted, and it probably hurt too.
I took the chance. My last chance. I leaped up with the last of my energy, no longer having reserves since I purged it out of me. With everything I had I stabbed my sword into him, knowing I got him, but not sure where. I pushed, suddenly finding myself over him as he now lied on the ground, and seeing where my blade was.
I had stabbed him in the neck, and energon was spurting out of it like a fountain. Energon flooded out of his mouth, or what was left of it, and even from his optics. He made the most awful choking, wheezing, and gurgling sounds as energon filled cavities it shouldn't, and poured out of him.
His limps were twitching, optics flashing, losing control of his functions. And I knew, I had him. I was about to win.
But then… I felt something. This was my sire. He created me. He gave me a home, he provided for me, he let me go to school when I asked him to, he gave me so many wonderful things… He may not have been the best sire, but he was good to his creations when raising us. When making sure we wouldn't be homeless after we were kicked out of the palace. That he ensured we got a good education, plenty of energon, and everything we needed to live the best lives under his roof.
And now here I stood, about to finish him off. All because he was no longer the sire I knew.
I considered it. I wanted it. I was going to drop my weapon, walk away, and give him a chance to live. But, then I remembered that he would only hunt me down again and kill me, kill my trinemates, and kill my carrier. He would force submissives to be raped and beaten by corrupt trineleaders, and would only stay in the palace breeding with his breeding mates, bringing more creations into this messed up world he had the power to fix.
And I knew, I couldn't let him live. I had to fight for the other Seekers, I had a trine to take care of, I needed to protect my carrier, and I had my own creations to ensure they wouldn't be harmed by him or traditionals.
I had to kill him to save myself, my family, and Seekers as a whole. And I hated this position I was in. I wished it was someone else. I wish that if sire had to die, someone else would be the one to kill him. Why did it have to be me?
Coolant leaked from my optics as I held back sobs, not wanting to do this.
"I-I'm sorry." I choked out. "I-I'm so sorry, s-sire." I swallowed. "I loved you. I-I really did. I don't want to do this." I said the last sentence so softly. "You'll only kill me and my trinemates l-like you did your own creators. I have to protect my trine. I-I have to help the Seekers i-if you won't."
His optics widened some, but he seemed resigned to his fate. He had accomplished so many things no Alpha had done, or probably would do, so he would not be dying without honor, without leaving a permanent mark on our culture, history, and people. He would always be remembered. And, I think he was sort of glad it was someone of his own CNA that would take over. That not some stranger would become the next Alpha, but one of his own creations carrying on his legacy. And I think knowing all of this gave him some peace.
"T-T-Tur-inne… kzzzt." His vocalizer spazzed with static as he tried speaking. "F-Fla-re."
I bit my lip plate, hurt more, but also proud in a way that his final words, final request, were for his trinemates. And I hoped that if I was ever faced with my own death all I would ask was for one more goodbye from my beloved life mates.
I looked up, noticing my uncles there at the edge, horrified at what was happened. I probably shouldn't have done this, but I would want the same courtesy given to me. I gave a nod of my helm to gesture them over.
Flare was a bawling mess, on his knees and hugging his dying trineleader, blabbering how much he loved him, how scared he was of him dying, and begging me to not kill him. Turbine was also crying, but trying to be strong for the both of them.
I couldn't give them long. They may become bold and attack me. I waited, letting them get a few final words in before I slowly pulled out my sword.
"P-please!" Flare begged. "D-don't kill him!"
"I'm sorry, uncle Flare." I swallowed. "I-I don't have a choice."
"No!"
I offlined my optics as I stabbed down, hearing it strike him, hearing Flare and Turbine shriek, and feeling… Empty.
I onlined my optics, seeing my sword had plunged through Skycutter's brow, between his optics, piercing his brain module, killing him almost instantly. I stepped back, numbness engulfing me first, then horror, and I couldn't move. I fell to my knees, shaking, staring at my servo, unable to scream, cry, or do anything despite everything building up in me to do that and more.
I looked up and saw Flare and Turbine holding sire's body close to them, bawling and screaming with everything they had in them over losing their trineleader. I know not too much time passed, but it felt like an eternity when Turbine unsubspaced a pistol. I had no thoughts going through my processor, but I knew what was happening. What trinemates do when they lose all that mattered to them.
"I love you." Turbine said softly to Flare.
"I-I love you." Flare choked out, holding Skycutter's body on his lap as he hugged him.
"I'll see you both soon." Turbine said as he aimed the pistol at Flare's helm.
Flare steadied his helm, making sure the barrel was aimed directly between his optics. Then the gun went off.
I shook, but couldn't move, watching Flare's now lifeless body fall over Skycutter, still holding him. Turbine then held the pistol to his own helm, just as other Seekers were running over.
"CARRIER, NO!" I don't remember who said it, but I think it was Torque, one of Turbine's sons.
Another shot, and Turbine fell onto his trinemates' corpses. I was in a daze, but I remember their creations rushing around them. The Elite Trine, now gone, refusing to leave each other even in death. As it should be.
I felt servos grabbing me, then feeling myself dragged away. I heard voices, but didn't understand a word. I saw faces, but recognized no one. I was taken somewhere, felt things happening to me, but knew nothing.
Then I screamed. I kept screaming. I couldn't stop screaming. I clutched to whoever was closest to me and shrieked with everything I had in me. And then I cried. I bawled loudly, unable to control myself, feeling the person I was clutching to holding me close. I was shaking so hard, I no longer had control of my body, my emotions, nothing. I just cried, and screamed, and shook, and clung, and lost control of everything.
"Look at me!" The person I clung to had shouted a hundred times before I finally was able to hear them, see them, and stop my screaming, but not my crying. I know it was Thundercracker, but at the time it was a stranger. "Starscream! Look at me! Star… You need to control yourself. Starscream, you're wounded."
I just looked at him, still unable to think or control myself. Then, it happened. And this was what finally made me start to regain control of myself.
A guard stopped beside us, standing firmly like a statue, his optics on me. Then, he spoke the words that marked the beginning of the rest of my life.
"What does the Alpha command of his Seekers?"
The true Alpha has taken his place. And the beginning of Starscream as we know him.
It just took 871 pages for Starscream to become the Alpha. Yes, it's that long thus far. Who's crazier? Me for writing that much or you for reading it? Y'all are insane.
Starscream and his trine are very young, inexperienced, and really at the beginning of their lives with how long Cybertronians live. So, they are immature and silly with interface, with their every day lives, etc. But, they are not use to death and violence despite being raised to be deadly warriors. Thundercracker is the only one who has killed, but he killed a guy who raped his daughter. Starscream and Skywarp never saw that. None of them have seen a family member killed by Seekers. The savagery, the shock, all of it is just something they never expected to see or suffer through. And just the shock of it causes intense emotions. They will learn to "get use to it" with the war, hardened, and able to set aside emotions. But, right now, they're just normal people, they love their families, and they don't expect to encounter death like this.
And, many women go into labor over the toilet, so the thing with Moonlight feeling Starscream coming out while she was cleaning her waste tank is something that happens a lot.
Starscream in the IDW comics has an unhealthy obsession over Megatron before Megatron started to abuse him. Like, he knew so much about Megatron he memorized ALL of his gladiator fights, down to every move. He was so enthralled with Megatron, idolized him so much, and so Megatron was able to take advantage of that to hurt Starscream, as well as hurt others who also idolized him so.
About the final battle:
So, I knew this was going to happen before even writing the fic, but never really thought about the actual fight scene. I wanted Star to decapitate Skycutter, because that's my headcannon of how he defeated the former Alpha in my other fics. But, this time the former Alpha is his own sire, so, there would be more emotions and reasons behind fighting and killing him.
Skycutter is NOT easy to fight. He's massive, he's skilled, he's fierce, and he's hard to kill. Star was able to defeat him because Starscream is very skilled, he has his unusual speed, and he's brilliant. Mix that in with his strong will to survive, and he's not easy to take down. The battle is quick, and Star uses his speed to manipulate the outcome. Along with his weapons and anything he can find to use, such as the electricity to drain power from Skycutter.
Usually when Seekers fight for dominance they don't use weapons, because the fight is all about brute strength. But Starscream is not strong. He's clever and smart. And using his weapons is his skill, his intelligence. And Seeker fights for dominance or the Alpha position, no one is supposed to get involved because it's just between the two fighting. It's fair if no outside help intervenes. So, no one would help Star or Skycutter. Just the rules.
And despite the crowd, TC, and Skywarp obviously screaming, shouting, and saying something during this fight, it was not shown because 1) that would remove tension of the battle away from Starscream who is the one fighting and probably going to die, and 2) Starscream is telling the story. These are his thoughts and emotions. And despite him having Thundercracker or Skywarp fill in blanks in other parts of the story that he may not have witnessed, this is the climax of Starscream's early life. This is the ULTIMATE turning point of his life, so only his thoughts and emotions matter.
As for Flare and Turbine, they and Skycutter always have been a close trine. They are very affectionate, loving, and care deeply about each other. Skycutter may be traditional and beat them if they misbehave, but they're also traditional so are fine with it. They have a very strong bond, and Flare is the "baby" of the trine, being the sensitive submissive. Turbine is a little dominant, but nothing like Skycutter dominant. They are a very loving, close, protective trine. And snippets of this bond was shown here and there throughout the fic.
So, when this loving, close, strongly bonded together trine lose one of their own, their entire worlds shatter. They may have children, siblings, and other family members to love and live for, but Skycutter was their everything. He was part of them, all they had and needed in life. As all functional trines are. So, losing Skycutter so suddenly, so terribly, they died mentally before they did physically. And as someone who has lost their entire world and still is just wanting to die to be with my furbabies again, it is so easy to be at this point. To feel like they do and death be the only answer.
Seekers will commit suicide to stay with their trinemate. Not all Seekers do it, some can find the strength to continue on for their other trinemates, for family, etc. But, Flare and Turbine didn't have really anything they had to stay for. Their kids are grown and doing fine with their own trines and families, and almost all the time when an Alpha is killed off by a challenger, the victor then kills the former Alpha's trinemates to ensure absolute victory. Or, they may become breeding mates.
So, they were fucked regardless. And being so emotionally broken and in turmoil in that moment, there wouldn't be hesitation. Go be with their trineleader as quickly as possible. No need to say farewells because their creations and families knew how much they loved them. Their trineleader came first.
A sudden death of someone you love so much is the worst feeling ever. At first you just don't accept it, you're shocked, it's just... The emotions written in this are real emotions I felt, and still feel, after losing my dog and cat, Maggie and Genevieve. They are my children. I might as well have birthed them, they are my absolute world, my heroes, my everything, my true and only children. And I am still suicidal and filled with despair, grief, just broken from losing them. The only reason I haven't followed them is because I know I need to save more lives. Need to turn more people vegan, the entire planet vegan, and just save lives. Maggie and Genevieve would want me to keep fighting for their rights and the rights of others. So, I will. Not like activists always live for long. We tend to be murdered by the evil people in the world who want us to shut up about the evil they do so they can keep doing it.
I hope you can somewhat understand the emotions, denial, shock, and horrors of loss I attempted to convey in this chapter. And just understand the true price of death. Any life taken, regardless of species, age, etc. is a tragedy, a nightmare, and should never be taken lightly, or supported.
And the part of Starscream hiding as Skycutter is in that room for him looking for him. Welcome to how my original stories are like. Dark, tense, almost horror, and a shit ton of graphic violence. You guys should read some of my stories about my dragons and aliens. Think I get violent and dark in these fics? Ha!
I hope you guys liked that fight scene. I wrote it on the fly, just letting the characters tell me what happened next.
One more chapter to go (maybe?) then this fic will be over. Please, tell me your thoughts on this chapter, the story, share, fave, and draw me fanart! I love me some fanart. :P Seriously, no one has drawn me fanart and it annoys me when really bad fanfics have fanart but I don't! :'(
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