They had spied many times on Mechanadron before, when the females of the
two factions were at war. This time not one being could be found. They
wondered and worried, where had they all gone? They had the spy droid
input a computer and learned they had gone to another planet, Cybertron.
They sent the droid to Cybertron and watched, marveling at the
similarities. One individual in particular watched who he recognized as
his own life and metal, his daughters. He touched a hand to his chest, a
military emblem remained emblazoned on the circular glass making up his
laser disk compartment.
'Scelus.' he called mentally.
The compartment flew open and a disk came out, he caught it and it
unraveled into a silver cobra. The snake looked at his master and made a
few movements with his body. His master stroked the snakes' head.
'I am sending you to my daughters, my faithful friend. Watch over them,
protect them, assist all that you can.. but do not tell them of us.' he
thought to the snake.
The snake nodded and transformed back into a laser disk. His master found
another droid and deposited Scelus into its cargo area and then sent the
droid to Cybertron. The droid made its destination within a week, where it
landed near the Servabot base in Washington state. Scelus disembarked and
homed in on the daughters of his master. He found the one with a laser
disk compartment and slid into it while the female slept. He then went
into a hibernation of sorts so that she wouldn't sense him, though he was
very aware of her surroundings. Months passed while he learned about her,
her twin sister, and what was going on around them. Scelus then decided
when the opportunity arose, to show himself to her. That day came soon
enough. His new master was wandering the forests of Pierce County toward
Mt. Rainier. She leaned against a rock outcropping to rest. Not much time
passed when someone came upon her in the twilight. A hand came down on her
shoulder, a synthesized voice broke the silence. "You are on.." Soundwave
began.
Blare scrambled to her feet in surprise. "Soundwave."
The dark blue and silver Decepticon lowered his weapon slightly, "You
are a fool for coming here." he stated as he approached her.
The yellow form of Blare didn't have anywhere to run. Scelus knew it was
time to act. He forced the compartment open and slithered out of it,
climbing to her shoulder, he let out a threatening hiss toward Soundwave,
letting him get a good view of his fangs. Soundwave backed off. Blare
looked at her savior and Scelus introduced himself and all the information
she needed to know via body movements. Soundwave departed, deciding to let
her go since he was unsure what that snake was capable of.
A week later, above the Olympic Mountain Range. The purple and black form
of Draeda was trying to shake her Trechercon pursuers without much luck.
She was pummeled by their lasers until she couldn't take no more. Not far
way, from his cave outpost, he watched Draeda catch fire and crash three
miles away. The other jets flew off as he began to trek toward the distant
forest fire that began, cursing his limp all the way. He made it to the
edge of the fire and dowsed it with his weapons cold ray. He then found
the charred body of the jet that had transformed to robot mode in the
blaze. He ascertained that the robot had tried and failed to escape the
flames, obviously injuries and heat overcame the body and shut down in
hopes that the logic center would survive. He inspected the body and found
that the face seemed ajar, he touched the edge of it gingerly and the
robots' battle mask slid back into the helmet. His shock was warranted.
"A female..." he whispered. "You look so familiar..." he pondered this and
found the memories. "You couldn't be... but you must... you look so much
like her... like me... oh my poor daughter."
He stooped and picked up the limp form, then carried her back to his cave
outpost. For days he tended to her wounds, doing everything he could to
speed her recovery. Days passed into weeks, he continued his patient
nursing. Then she finally awoke.
"Where am I?" Draeda groaned.
"Safe from harm." he replied softly.
"A male!" she cried.
"Yes. But more than that to you. I saved your life. Nursed you back
to health. For you are my life and metal... you are my daughter." he
stated.
"That's impossible! You're lying!" Draeda screamed, a bout of
coughing overcame her.
He came forward and held her steady until it passed. She looked him in the
optics and stared directly into her own self.
"See yourself in me. Come to know that I speak the truth." he said
softly. Draeda became mired in his optics, he allowed her to search for
the truth then broke the gaze and embraced her, "You have seen the truth.
Do you accept it?"
She tentatively returned the embrace and whispered, "I accept it." he
pulled away and she spotted his symbol, "A Servabot!"
"Yes. Your Mother was a Trechercon. I heard she killed your brothers,
but she treasured you." she looked appalled at this news, "I'm still your
Father, no matter my faction. I will love you no matter what. I ask that
you learn to love me, you do that and you will learn to love yourself and
others." he smiled.
"You are wise." Draeda sighed. "Even if you are a Servabot."
"You must rest, there are wounds that yet to fully heal." he stated.
A few more weeks pass, and Draeda is ready to return home.
"Won't you come with me?" she asked.
"No daughter, I'm afraid I cannot. The military females and males
will not accept an old cripple such as myself and most likely kill me. I
will always be here if you need me. Now go, destiny awaits you." he
replied.
Draeda hugged him. "I'll remember you, Father." she let him go,
transformed and flew off.
"I am reclaiming leadership." Draeda announced.
"You cannot do it by word of mouth, it's tradition to.." a Trechercon began.
"Tradition was made to be broken. I do not wish to fight for
supremacy. I wish to be acknowledge as leader without bloodshed." Draeda
stated evenly.
"Who changed your tune?" the green and blue Lodestar ventured.
"An old acquaintance. Now do you accept me?" Draeda asked.
With that Draeda once again ruled over the Trechercons, she soon proved to
be more thoughtful, yet strict, leader. Her warrior appreciated the new
image and accepted her as Commander once more.