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Warning: Contains what could be seen as sensitive material. Off-screen torture, talk of feeding protocols and Dreadwing.
"Be careful when you fight monsters, lest you become one."
":Why did they leave us, Starscream? Why did:-"
"I'm not leaving without my brother! Let me see my brother!"
"Let me go! Let me go!"
":How long has it been brother?:"
"Welcome, welcome, welcome! Welcome to...Academy! We are all very proud to-"
"You're stationed in room 101."
"H-hi...Uh...I'm Skyfire."
"Starscream..."
"...Sentient beings, living creatures, metallic and organic all have a form of construction. Something to build upon. Genetics. Now, our genetics is explained through CNA. Does anyone know what CNA is? That's right Skyfire, it is Cyber Nucleic Acid or what else? Can anyone answer?... That's right Starscream, Cyber Nano Algorithms. The genetic material that determines what we will be like physically and quite possibly...Mentally...Tinkering with CNA can be extremely dangerous and can cause long-lasting, negative effects...Jhiaxus, the pioneer behind gestalt technology is a prime example of failed CNA splicing and testing. During the Quintesson War, Jhiaxus was the head representative of the ministry of science in Cybertron's high council as well as Nova Prime's theoretical strategist. One of the things he lacked the most was morality...He did something simply because he wanted to see the results...Without morality and rules, a world cannot function. Without something to hold someone back, insanity, brutality and chaos will without question reign...His goal was to create the perfect soldier...One entity developed by many different...This entity came to be known as Monstructor. Monstructor was considered a failure, deformed and incapable for battle. This "combiner" as Jhiaxus called him went insane right after the first combination process...Six mechs were chosen for the project and those mechs were permanently damaged, mentally, physically or both."
"What do you dream of doing after all this?"
"Icepick became a preacher, Birdbrain remained defective, Bristleback became slow and prone to disease, Scowl became deaf, and Slog inspired the arts through his insanity."
"Wasn't he the one that invented Slogism?"
"Yes he did. Slog displayed his...art in order to show the horrors of war by displaying the mangled and decaying remains of former combatants."
"What was once a utopia became a dystopia."
"The High Council encouraged the gathering of dark energon-"
"...The gladiator mech known as Megatronus seems to have sparked a riot down in the pits of Kaon-"
"As a youth I dreamed I could become a Prime. I know it sounds silly but that was my dream."
"Meet me at the Ean Kelku at sunset. "
":Sílron`zem...will you be my spark-mate?:"
"Yes."
"...You have all made us very proud and it has been an honor having you as students-"
"You were selected because of your talent as a sci-"
"This is my story, I can do what I want with it! I can add as much as I can take away and there is nothing YOU can do about it!"
There are loved one's in the glory.
"Skyfire!"
Whose dear forms you often miss.
"I am innocent! This has nothing to do with me!"
"As punishment for your actions prisoner 247290-Z you are to be sent to orbital platform-"
"Six Lasers Over Cybertron has been bombed-"
"Every mech has a choice! I chose the impossible. I followed-"
"Why have you brought me here?"
"Longarm has always been morally ambiguous."
"...His philosophy was that artists should not fear the censor, where the great would not be constrained by the small, where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality-"
Will the circle...
"...Station...Has now been officially declared the new Autobot Scientific Research Facility-"
"This is more like a POW Camp."
"I am Shockwave, known to many as Longarm of the High Council."
"My name is Hook, I will be taking good care of you."
"I'm Blackblade from Polyhex. That's in the sea of rust. Are you a Kuneer Vos seeker?"
"Stop it you're hurting him! You're hurting-"
"...The mind of the subject will desperately struggle to create memories where none exist..."
"In other news: Perceptor, the new minister of science for the high council has approved our...For soldiers...Should the experiments be successful, we would do what Jhiaxus never could. We would bring about the perfect soldiers, perfectly molded for service, obedience and war."
"...Perfected Space Bridge travel-"
"A mech chooses, a slave obeys."
"Planned Obsolescence! This is not merely the survival of the fittest but the destruction of the obsolete! Icepick-"
"No Primus, No Kings, just Cybertron! Morality and law will not hinder us here!"
"He seems very fertile. This is very promising, very promising indeed."
"Ultra Magnus will have his new recruits by the end of the cycle."
"Autobot approved."
"It is done. What's done, will be done."
"Some secrets were meant to be hidden from view."
Be unbroken?
"A theory: if this is successful we will have soldiers by the end of the orbital-cycle."
"Jet-fire, Jetstorm. My sparklings..."
"Life is not something you can predict."
"Stop! Stop please! You can't take them! Tell Perceptor-"
"Subject Delta has failed, Black blade...Has suffered a mental breakdown."
"We are shutting this place down! No more will your "subjects" be tormented-"
"News: Station...Has baffled public officials due to the amount of torture...Head officer Prowl reported that the station was being used not only as a weapons and testing facility but as a utopia and haven of sorts for science and the arts...Subjects to testing. Half of the prisoners in Statrion...Have been declared insane by the medical...The High Council and the Ministry of Science denies involvement in this Autobot approved hell...And are denying support of these atrocious acts..."
"Sometimes what is obvious is not so obvious."
By and by...
"What is your name?"
"You will make a fine air commander-"
"Be careful when you fight monsters, lest you become one"
"The mech known now as Megatron continues to...Terrorists known as Decepticons continue to set off...Terrorist attacks across the surface of Cybertron..."
"The preparation for war has begun-"
"Decepticons continue to wage-"
"We all make choices. But in the end, our choices make us."
"I am not a liberator. Liberators do not exist. The people will liberate themselves."
"Cybertronian Air Commander Starscream of Vos-"
"How long has it been brother?"
By and by...
"It's good to see you again Thundercracker, Skywarp, Slipstream-"
"You are now posted as Sentinel Prime's bodyguard. Make sure that he is safe and that he enjoys himself."
"This is the Altihex Casino...performance by comedian Armorhide."
"I have certain rules I live by. My first rule: I don't believe anything the government tells me."
"I'd like to talk about some things that bring us together, things that point out our similarities instead of our differences cause that's all you ever hear about in this planet is our differences. That's all the media and the politicians are ever talking about: the things that separate us, things that make us different from one another. That's the way the ruling class operates in any society: they try to divide the rest of the people; they keep the lower and the middle classes fighting with each other so that they, the rich, can run off with all the fragging credits. Fairly simple thing… happens to work. You know, anything different, that's what they're gonna talk about: race, religion, ethnic and background, jobs, income, education, social status, sexuality, anything they can do to keep us fighting with each other so that they can keep going to the banks."
"We're under attack!"
"I'm ashamed of you Sentinel. After all that you have done you dare not fight back?"
"Take him to Kaon."
"Orion Pax has been named the new Prime by the high council."
"The Councilman Halogen has been brutally murdered-"
"Council members Ratbat, Drivetrain and Contrail support the Decepticon cause and have been-"
"War has been declared!"
"War is not something you can expect."
"My trine and I are not going to be involved in Megatron's operation. We're going to Moon Base One on Trypticon Station."
"That Semi-sentient pile of junk?"
"Stupid Autobots. I hate them!"
"Dark energon was once harbored-"
"In order to have peace there must be war."
"Dies, died, will die."
"If you had the chance to change everything...Would you do it?"
"More than you know."
"Council member Ratbat has been declared missing."
"That shot was perfect, much like the one who fired it!"
"...Known as the Cybonic plague developed the the Decepticon Biological Warfare Program has spread throughout Cybertron. Autobot scientists are trying desperately to find a cure in order to end this biological war. Perceptor, the head of the ministry of science assures Cybertron's citizens-"
"We are standing on the edge of an abyss, and by Primus, our very existence depends on-"
"Everything is about image. Image, image, image and propaganda-"
"...Neutral citizens criticize the controversial use of sloggism for Autobot propaganda."
"Decepticons...Transform and rise up!"
"A Chief Petty Officer shall not... However, if he should... He shall not...He shall not stagger. And if he should stagger, he shall not fall. And if he should fall, he will fall in such a way as to cover up his rank so that passerbyers will think he is an officer."
"VOS! VOS HAS FALLEN!"
"My seekers, It pains me to inform you that our city-"
"Lives, lived, will live."
"Solution known as Tox-en a form of energon that is poisoning multitudes-"
"Dark Energon supercharges any Cybertronian who ingests it, making them stronger, faster, more powerful...and more aggressive. It turns pain into pleasure, rendering any blows inflicted on a user futile and heals their wounds as well. However, it also acts as a powerful narcotic, filling the user with thrilling, dark sensations and causing addiction. Dark Energon withdrawal turns the user into a raving brute desperate to do anything for more. If the craving is not satisfied, the user devolves to a beast-like state and eventually dies."
"No! No one can control Dark Energon! It dominates and destroys everything it touches!"
"You've already killed my armada and my scientists why do you insist on killing the last hope that I have?!"
"You're free Sentinel."
"Cybertron, our home. For generations, it has been a peaceful world. Until pride and a lust for power divided us. Now we fight - enemies who were once our brothers."
You remember...Happy gatherings...'Round the fireside long ago.
"The allspark has been lost to the stars along with all remaining knowledge-"
"Optimus Prime has declared a full-scale exodus-"
"What happened to you? When did you start acting this way?"
"Be careful when you fight monsters, lest you become one"
"Tell me where the Prime is! Where is he headed?"
"Frag you."
"While it often pains me, I try to be a team player."
"My command falls to you. I will return once I find a suitable-"
"Scream, it's been a while. So, where's your master?"
"Clean that up."
"DECEPTICONS! I have returned!"
"Then, as your humble servant, shall I ready the space bridge to bring forth the Decepticon army you have surely gathered during your three years in space?"
"I fear that when our master reached for the stars, he came down with a touch of... space madness."
"NO ONE RIDS ME OF OPTIMUS PRIME BUT ME! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?! DO YOU?!"
"Optimus Prime never disappoints. Unlike YOU, Starscream!"
"One shall stand, one shall fall."
"Decepticons, it is with deep sorrow that I note for the log... Megatron's spark... has been extinguished. All. Hail. Starscream."
"All hail Starscream!"
"I can't hear you!"
"An inglorious fate that he should remain in this vegetative state..."
"You scratch my back, I scratch yours."
"Stray from Megatron's path."
"Megatron's greatest mistake was ever allowing you to live, Prime!"
"Lord Megatron? You are...you're healed! Praise the AllSpark! It is a miracle!"
"Oh, it will be a miracle all right, Starscream...if you survive what I have planned for you!"
"My greatest mistake? I've made a few. But there is one I do not intend to make again!"
"N-no! Master! NOOOOOO!"
"You're hurting me!"
"One day, you will repay your debt to me, Breakdown... the day it comes time to choose sides."
"Huh... between 'Bots and 'Cons?"
"Between myself – and Megatron."
"You cannot harm me while Dark Energon flows through my veins!"
"When did you become so hungry for power?"
"I Thunderwing-"
"Do not take me for a fool, Starscream! I have been wise to your transgressions from the beginning. Not only did you pluck the Dark Energon from my chest in a failed attempt to snuff my spark-"
"Master! You're alive! Thank the Allspark. I... I did not abandon you, master! I returned! To save you!"
"I have been a fool. Made mistakes. Monumental ones. I now realize I was never destined to be leader, or even an equal partner. And, I am at peace with that. I have gained a clear understanding of my place in the universe. Of who I am. Of who I was always meant to be. Starscream: second in command, humble servant to Lord Megatron. Thank you for listening, Soundwave."
"You are the one. You extinguished Cliffjumper!"
You remember, tearful partings...When they left you here below.
"I have been a fool. Made mistakes. Monumental ones. But I have gained a clear understanding of my place in the universe. Of who I am. Starscream: aligned with no side, servant to no one."
"You truly are being kept in the dark, aren't you?"
"This is for Cliffjumper! For Bumblebee! For everything."
"You will lead me there regardless."
"Cowards! You will not escape my might!"
"I miss them."
One by one their seats were emptied...
And one by one...They went away...
"Better to risk than to starve."
"He is a monster!"
"Sempu!"
"Sa'nok."
Now the family...Is parted.
"Meeko!"
Will it be...Complete...One day?
"I Hate You."
-Autobot Outpost Omega One
-Mainroom (Noon)
Starscream screamed as he awoke, his spark pulsing and spinning rapidly within its chamber, his optics wide and panicked as they stared up at Ratchet's concerned faceplates.
"Starscream are you alright?"
Starscream only stared up at his parent, optics glossing over with coolant.
"Sa'nok,"sobbed the seeker, fat tears making their way down his cheeks as his servos reached out for his Carrier.
What had happened? Was that dream a nightmare...Or memory?
Starscream didn't know. All he knew was that it brought him pain.
"Ohh, Starscream. Easy now my sparkling," cooed Ratchet, picking Starscream up and off the couch where the seeker was sleeping and holding the child close to his chassis,"It's alright, everything's alright. You just had a bad flux that's all. Nothing's going to harm you, not while I'm around."
"Sa'nok!"cried the little seeker.
Ratchet wondered what might have happened. Earlier before the seeker decided to take a nap everything was fine. The seeker was happy and content.
"Hmm. Maybe I shouldn't let you nap with a full tank. I did feed you a lot of energon this morning,"said Ratchet mostly to himself in thought.
"Sa'nok," whimpered the seeker, nuzzling the Ambulance's chest plates seeking comfort in the one way Ratchet could not give.
Ratchet hissed as he felt an all too familiar pain pass through his chest cavity,"Not there, Starscream," he groaned moving the seeker up to rest on his neck cables. A relieved sigh escaped through the CMO's derma once the pain subsided.
Starscream hiccuped and peeped questioningly up at his carrier, hurt and confusion written clearly on his little face.
"No, no, don't take offense my Star. It's okay. Sa'nok is just...Uncomfortable that's all,"said Ratchet, petting the seekers wings with his digits.
"S-sa'nok no raave Stah no more?"asked Starscream with a distressed sob, wings dropping down and panic settling into his spark,"Sa'nok no reeve Stah, Sa'nok stay! Stah Stah wan stay!"
Ratchet could swear he felt his spark break at the seekers words. Had Arcee's actions affected Starscream so much that he believed abandonment was imminent? Or was it something from the past that made him so untrusting?
Ratchet did not know.
And it did not matter at the moment. There was a little seeker in need of consoling.
"No, no, no,"said Rachet quickly taking hold of the seeker, bringing him up to optic level,"Sa'nok will always love you Starscream. Always,"said Ratchet, kissing Starscream's forehelm.
"Pwomeese?"hiccuped Starscream, nuzzling the ambulance's chin.
"Promise my little Star. I love you so much,"said Ratchet, his voice breaking a bit as he felt the seekers glossa drag across his cheek in a seeker-kiss.
"Sa'nok,"sniffed Starscream, hugging his Carriers faceplates.
Ratchet swallowed and let a shaky sigh escape him as he fought the urge to cry. If anyone saw him in this state they would never let Ratchet live it down.
Why was being a parent so hard?
"Shhh, little one. It's alright,"said Ratchet kissing his adopted creation's belly and cheek,"You want to go see Sempu? Hmm?"
"Sempu,"hiccuped Starscream, trying to wipe away his tears.
"Okay let's go see Sempu,"cooed Ratchet, holding the seeker close to his chassis, not caring about the emerging pain in his chest cavity. There was a seeker in need of consoling.
-Autobot Outpost Omega One
-Brig (noon)
"You understand that what you are asking of us-"
"I know it is a bit...Much. I understand your interest in your team's safety as well as your lack of trust-"
"You know that's not true, Dreadwing. We trust you."
"To an extent. You trust me enough to help you raise and protect your child based on my coding, but you and your team do not trust me enough to roam freely and fly freely based on my honor."
"He has a point there Optimus."
Optimus Prime sighed and shuttered his optics for the upteenth time that day.
"Prime, I know your best interest is in your family but you can't keep me locked up like this any longer. I'm not an animal. I am a seeker and as an adult seeker, I need to fly to stay healthy psychologically and physically!"said Dreadwing with a distressed click, wings fluttering in desperation within their restraints.
"Patience Dreadwing. I do trust you but once again I have to say that what you're asking of us is in fact difficult to carry out,"said Optimus, keeping a steady gaze on the large seeker in the cell,"I know for a fact that you do love my son and that you will not harm him or any of the beings he considers family and friends. However, I am more concerned on your intentions on bringing harm to one certain member of my team."
"The femme,"hissed Dreadwing, baring his fangs and flexing his claws,"I know. What she did was despicable to the optics of seekers. Stealing a young child from its kin is barbaric and unacceptable."
"I agree with him on that."
"Bulkhead you are not helping,"said Optimus with an exasperated sigh.
Bulkhead laughed nervously and shrugged his shoulders in apology,"Sorry."
"It is alright,"said Optimus turning his attentions back to the seeker in the cell,"Dreadwing, all I ask is that you keep up your honor code and swear not to harm Arcee."
Dreadwing growled and clenched his servos into fists,"Were it so easy."
"I know that what I am asking of you is difficult-"
"No. I'll agree to your terms if it means I'll be able to bring peace to my Star and his family,"said Dreadwing, pacing around his cell once while quietly chittering to himself,"This will also allow me to go back to the skies loving embrace at a faster pace."
"Dreadwing...Do not think me so cruel. I have planned this for a while now, and I am sorry I did not act sooner. I will let you fly, for it is your right,"said Optimus smiling gently as the large seeker looked at him in surprise,"I was only asking that you agree to my terms so that no harm may come to you. Arcee did make a...bad decision, but she is still our team member. I care about her, so please swear that you will leave her be."
"Very well. I agree to your terms,"said Dreadwing with a huff,"Now please, get me out of these restraints."
Optimus smiled and nodded as he opened the door to Dreadwing's cell.
"Woah, woah, Optimus are you sure this is a good idea? I mean. What if he lies to you and goes to Megatron?"asked Bulkhead, his eyes widening in panic as the Prime unlocked Dreadwing's restraints with a key-card.
"Soldier you really need to learn to trust your leaders decisions and my code both in honor and in instinct,"said Dreadwing.
"Dreadwing would never allow Megatron to know of Starscream's whereabouts because Megatron has abused and threatened to kill Starscream multiple times in the past,"said Optimus with a frown.
"Who says that my former master will not abuse my Star now simply because he is a sparkling?"said Dreadwing with a disgusted snort,"I'd rather die than allow my Star to suffer in that mech's servos again. Megatron may have my loyalty but he does not have my trust."
"I get what you mean,"said Bulkhead with a frown,"Wait. Starscream was abused?"
"Was it not obvious?"asked Dreadwing with a tilt of his helm,"For supposed pursuers of justice you Autobots certainly do lack perception."
"Hey,"growled Bulkhead, offended.
"Sempu."
"Hmm?"
The Prime smiled as he caught sight of Ratchet and Starscream coming down the hall.
"Good afternoon gentlemen,"said Ratchet in greeting as he stood next to the Prime,"Did I interrupt something?"
"Sempu!"
"My child,"cooed Optimus, ignoring Ratchet's question while leaning forward to press a kiss on his little seeker's fore-helm. Starscream in turn hiccuped and dragged his glossa across the Prime's chin in a seeker kiss.
"Oh so you're not going to say 'hello' to me anymore? Alright I see how it is,"said Ratchet in mock offence,"I take care of you, I take care of the human children, I help your team, keep the base clean and I feed, bathe, and take care of your spawn-"
"He is your spawn too,"said Optimus amused.
"And you don't have the decency,"continued Ratchet,"to say 'hello' to your loving and dedicated medic. I am so unappreciated in this base!"said the medic with an indignant sniff.
the Prime smiled and placed a welcoming servo on Ratchet's shoulder, ignoring Dreadwing and Bulkhead's chuckles and snorts of amusement.
"How are you old friend?"
Ratchet rolled his optics and sighed as he handed Starscream over to the Prime,"I'm fine but it's our baby that I'm worried about. He had a bad flux."
Optimus hummed in sympathy as he cradled Starscream,"oh my son,"he cooed once more, petting the little seekers wings.
"Sempu,"said Starscream, his wings and mood perking up as the Prime coddled him.
"You two are going spoil that kid rotten, I swear," mumbled Bulkhead.
"After what my Star has gone through he deserves to be spoiled,"said Dreadwing with a smile feeling a sense of satisfaction as he watched the Prime and the Medic interact with the sparkling. Sure...They weren't seekers and would never be able to reach a seekers potential of parenthood, but the love, dedication, and the spark was there. And that was all that mattered to Dreadwing.
"Still it's strange to see these two acting like Creators, I mean look at them. It's like they're a bonded couple,"said Bulkhead with a smirk,"Ten goodies say they'll be kissing by the end of the month."
"You have energon-goodies?"asked Dreadwing, his optics going wide at the thought of the sweet and delicious taste of energon goodie treats.
"You in?"asked Bulkhead, wagging his optic ridges.
"It's a deal,"said Dreadwing with a click,"I can taste those goodies already."
"Not a chance,"said Bulkhead with a scoff.
There was a second of silence before Bulkhead decided to speak up again,"So Megatron...?"
Dreadwing sighed and flexed his claws,"Megatron would usually rebuke Starscream's decisions and actions be it good or bad on many occasions...Most of the time physical, from what I heard from Knockout and Breakdown but that...Is a story for another day. I don't want to ruin the good mood by bringing up Starscream's past."
"I guess you're right. Do you ever regret your decision though?"asked Bulkhead,"I'm only asking you this out of confidence but...Do you?"
Dreadwing raised an optical ridge and narrowed his optics in thought,"I joined the Decepticons because I believed in equality and freedom of choice. Now...Now I'm now so sure anymore. Megatron has tried to keep things hidden, but I am no fool. I know of his actions and I am beginning to question my belief in the Deceptico-"
"Oh! No, no, Starscream. Not there please, that hurts Sa'nok."
"Ratchet, you alright?"asked Bulkhead, blinking in surprise at the Medic's sudden yelp.
"Are you in pain?"asked Dreadwing observing the way the Medic would hold Starscream at a distance with a grimace while rub his swollen chest-plates. It was as if...
"Ratchet have you been nursing your child?"asked Dreadwing suddenly, causing the other mechs to jump in surprise.
"S-so! Optimus told you about your privileges? That's nice isn't it? I made plans for you to have a nice flight in the Sahara-"
"Don't change the subject Medic," hissed Dreadwing, baring his denta in frustration.
Ratchet faked an innocent smile,"What do you mean, Dreadwing?"he asked cheerfully.
"You are in pain and your chest plates are swollen,"said Dreadwing.
"What? Puh-lese, I'm fine!"said Ratchet,"I'm just putting on a little weight."
"Ratchet, we're not stupid. We know your lying,"said Bulkhead in an annoyed tone,"Look, if the subject is too touchy for you to talk about I'll happily leave without breathin' a sentence."
Ratchet only groaned and pinched the protoform between his optics. This was so embarrassing.
"Yeah I'll take that as a hint to leave,"said Bulkhead turning away from the others and walking down the hall,"I'll see you guys later."
"No, no, no wait! Bulkhead!"cried Ratchet out in a panic, causing Starscream to chirp in alarm and the wrecker to pause and look back,"look, it's a really touchy subject that I really don't want to discuss now,"said the Medic petting Starscream's wings in order to calm the seeker and himself down.
"Ratchet,"said Optimus in a warning tone.
"Here's an idea, I go for my flight and afterwards we can talk. I do not think it proper to argue in front of the sparkling"said Dreadwing,"Optimus can you please release me so I may return to the skies embrace?"
Optimus nodded,"Very well, we shall discuss this subject privately at a later time,"he said in an authoritative tone,,"Dreadwing turn around so I may release your wings."
With a nod, Dreadwing turned and showed the prime his bound wings which were already shaking with anticipation. Oh how they longed for freedom.
After taking the key-card out of his subspace (again), Optimus slowly removed Dreadwing's wing cuffs,"I'm sorry you had to wait this long to be given these privileges, Dreadwing."
Dreadwing moaned as he felt the pressure leave his wings, slowly he spread them out to their farthest point before allowing his sore appendages to relax and fall into a neutral position,"Ohhhh, that feels so... Good,"he purred, not caring for the odd looks he was receiving.
"Okay, that just sounds wrong,"said Bulkhead with a shiver.
Dreadwing laughed out loud as he continued to stretch his wings,"What's wrong soldier? Falling for the charms of the seeker?"he purred, batting his optics as his wings bobbing up and down in a flirtatious display.
"HEY!"growled Bulkhead in offence,"Not cool man."
"Are you blushing?"asked Ratchet with a snicker.
"NO,"said Bulkhead a little too quickly.
"Ha! Don't worry sweetpark,"purred Dreadwing,"you're not my type."
":Is brother Bulkhead gonna bond to you uncle Drewan?:"
Dreadwing never laughed so hard in years.
-Autobot Outpost Omega One
-S.A.F.E. (2:00 P.M.)
"Aaaaand that was the American Dream Remix by Dead Mous5, great music, now for some quick traffic news! The-"
Arcee ignored the radio as she gazed over at the large digital clock blinking above the S.A.F.E'.s entrance. It was almost time to pick up the human children. It was friday, which meant that Miko would most likely be in detention or waiting for Bulkhead on the front steps sketching. Rafael would either be waiting in the library playing a game on the school's computer with a group of friends or playing with his remote control car by the courtyard. Jack...Her partner.
Jack would be watching over his friends quietly for a few minutes before giving them a friendly wave and heading over to the front parking lot.
Arcee sighed and shook her helm,"Don't think about Jack, don't think about driving. Just focus,"she hissed quietly to herself, preparing for another round of punch the vehicon trooper in the face-plates.
"Up next on our playlist is Pentatonix with their remix of Daft Punk."
This chapter along with the previous chapter had a ton of references (Chicago, Halo Combat Evolved, Halo 2 and 3, Man of Honor, Fall of Cybertron, Bioshock 1,2 and infinite, the Aligned Timeline Continuity, G1 and Animated characters from transformers), hints to the future of this story and some of my displeasures.
In the previous chapter, I hinted Blackblade's future outcome. In this chapter, I give a sneak peek into his past as well as Starscream's.
I hope you all catch the foreshadows.
