"English"
::Comm. link::
{Cybertronian}
[HUD notifications/scans]
::Bond conversations::
:Speaker speech:
"Intercom"
Memories/flashbacks/stasis
{:Ghost/apparition speech:}
(Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers; just my OC.)
Chapter 1
-Cybertron-
Smoke billowed from nearby craters leftover from recent attacks while buildings lay in ruins, crumbled and vacant. Bodies littered the streets as the sounds of war echoed throughout the city. A lone youngling nervously wandered through the chaos, hoping to find shelter for the night and maybe some energon to stave off her overwhelming hunger. Her tiny body was slowly deteriorating and becoming weaker and weaker as the days passed. She needed fuel if she hoped to make it through another night.
As if Primus was looking out for her, the tiny femme was driven to crawl through a small hole in a nearby building where upon entering, she spotted a broken energon dispenser lying against the wall. Miraculously, the dispenser still had energon inside, to which the tiny femme broke into it and hungrily drank the life sustaining fuel it provided her. She trembled as she felt a quake beneath her peds: the battle was getting closer to her location. Thinking quickly, she collected the remaining energon in a dispensing cube and placed it in her subspace for later consumption before exiting the building.
As she ran, she received a ping from her HUD notification, indicating that she would go into stasis lock if she didn't recharge soon. Panicked, she dashed towards the inner city limits and soon came across what looked to be a military base complete with a launch tower, ships and escape pods. Not wanting to risk getting caught, the youngling quietly made her way over towards one of the pods and climbed inside before it automatically sealed shut and encased her within. The tiny femme started to panic when she felt the pod launch into orbit, sending her rocketing towards a pre-programed destination before she fell into an induced stasis to pass the time and conserve energy. The last thing she remembered was seeing her home planet aglow with the fires of war before everything went black and darkness consumed her.
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-Meanwhile on Earth-
Jazz sauntered over towards his sparkmate with a mischievous gleam in his optics, "Oh Prowler...according to the schedule, we have the entire afternoon off together. So what would you like to do first? I was hoping we could take a drive or maybe go back to the berth and relax…," he purred into his audio receptor while running a digit across his chassis.
Prowl emitted a content 'hmm' sound at his touch. He loved Jazz's playful and flirtatious attitude, but knew he could be commanding when the situation called for it. While Prowl was normally a stern, authoritative mech, he enjoyed these moments where he could drop the whole SIC persona and be free with his emotions. With all the other Autobots he was commanding and diligent, but with Jazz he was tender, loving and carefree. It was like all his troubles and stress melted away whenever they were together. With a handsome smile and a flit of his doorwings, Prowl gently pulled his sparkmate close and spoke in a low, sensual voice, "There's no point in going outside for a drive when we can increase our mileage here. I'd be more than happy to rev your engine if you don't mind a couple speed bumps along the way…" He gave Jazz a wink that sent the TIC's motor running.
"Oh officer, you can increase my mileage all ya want, so long as I can turn on your sirens."
"By all means…," he sensually growled before picking the smaller mech up and placing him upon the berth, to which he then began passionately kissing him.
Jazz moaned at the feeling of Prowl's glossa gliding along his frame. His back struts arched as he felt his dentas nibble the sensitive cables along his neck and shoulders, to which he slid his servos along Prowl's chassis and under his armor, feeling the sensitive protoform underneath. Prowl gasped as Jazz slid his servos down towards his groin plating and began to sensually rub his thighs and hips. The TIC lovingly smiled up at his sparkmate and feathered soft kisses along his neck cables before whispering, "Join sparks with me. I want to feel all of you, Prowler."
With a nod, the SIC opened his chest plates and retracted the protective casing around his spark, revealing a luminous bluish white orb to his beloved, who in turn, did the same. Both sparks pulsated and reached out towards one another in an attempt to become one. Fulfilling their sparks' requests, both Prowl and Jazz became one with each other and spent the entire afternoon in sensual bliss.
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-Later that night-
After several hours of intense interphasing and multiple overloads, both mechs ended up sprawled out along the berth, exhausted but content. Jazz laid against his sparkmate with an adoring smile across his face while his servo lightly rubbed over his own chassis, just beside where his spark rested underneath. Prowl glanced over at him and asked in a caring tone, "Something on your mind Jazz?"
*sigh* "It's nothin'...I was just thinkin' bout what it would be like for us to be creators…"
The SIC's optics softened at his mate: he knew Jazz longed for a sparkling. He too wanted to sire an offspring and start a family of their own, but with the war still waging, he knew now might not be the best time to have one. With a gentle squeeze to his servo, Prowl tenderly cupped Jazz's cheek and spoke in a soft tone, "If it's in Primus' power, you will become a carrier someday. I too desire to see you aglow with our creation nestled within your sparkling hold...but at the moment I'm content seeing you glow with the aftereffects of our joining," he winked causing the TIC's mouth to twitch up into a smile.
"Aw Prowler, ya makin' me blush."
"That's the idea," he smiled as he gently began kissing him while mentally praying to Primus to one day bless them with a sparkling.
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-Months Later-
There was a rare but welcomed peace within the Ark as the Autobots went about their daily routine. Optimus, Prowl and Jazz were busy reading over reports on their data pads while Ironhide was focused on polishing his cannons. Wheeljack was busy improving his inventions in his laboratory while Ratchet was in the Med Bay taking stock of the supplies and jotting down what needed replenishing. All in all, it was a nice break from Decepticon activity.
While all this was happening, Blaster was monitoring Teletran-1 for any signs of Con activity or abnormalities in the solar system. His optics suddenly picked up on a small anomaly entering Earth's atmosphere. A closer inspection revealed it to be an escape pod! Shocked at the discovery, Blaster activated the intercom and addressed his fellow teammates. "Attention Autobots, please report to the Communications Room immediately. We have a situation that requires immediate action."
Within minutes, those who were within the Ark entered the communications room. "So why did you bring us all over here Blaster?" Bumblebee asked in a confused, yet curious tone.
He pointed towards the screen, "Look at the monitor and tell me what you see."
"It's a pod," Bluestreak exclaimed.
"But whose is it? Ours or the Decepticons?" Ironhide asked in a gruff voice.
"That I do not know as of yet, but by Teletran's calculations, it should land in the arctic circle within the next few minutes," the communications officer exclaimed while pulling up a map of its intended trajectory.
Optimus studied the map before speaking, "Autobots, we must reach this pod before the Decepticons learn of its existence and location. Ratchet, I need you to prepare the Med Bay in case the occupant within requires medical aid. Ironhide, Bumblebee, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, you all will accompany me to intercept the pod and provide defence should the Decepticons appear and attack. Blaster, I will need you to activate a ground bridge to the landing coordinates. Prowl, you're in charge until we return."
The SIC gave a nod in understanding while Blaster opened a ground bridge. "Autobots, Roll Out!" Prime stated as he transformed and entered the portal with his team following suit. Within seconds, they arrived at the predicted landing site and awaited for the pods arrival. Thankfully, they didn't have to wait long: the small vessel suddenly appeared overhead and was quickly making its descent. With a loud *CRASH* the pod collided with the frozen Earth in a smoking crater. Optimus and Ironhide entered the crater while the twins and Bumblebee remained on guard in case the Cons decided to show up and attack.
Cautiously, the Autobot leader opened the sealed pod, revealing the sole occupant within: a youngling! She couldn't have been no older than six or seven vorns. Her frame was so small and coated in grease, ash and rust from severe malnourishment and poor health. Her optics were closed and her face was contorted in a sad expression, meaning her last moments of consciousness were not pleasant. Her limbs were covered in scorch marks, scratches and dried energon while one of her helm fins was cracked.
Not wanting to waste anymore time, Optimus reached in and gently picked the tiny femme up and cradled her in his arms, keeping her warm against his frame as he and Ironhide exited the crater and approached the rest of their team. "So what was inside the pod?" Sideswipe curiously asked before his optics honed in on the tiny femme. "Holy Primus! Is that a youngling?! I thought Bee was the youngest of our race!"
Prime vented a sigh, "Apparently not, but we should discuss this back at base. She requires immediate medical attention." He then opened a Comm. link, ::Blaster, we intercepted the pod and retrieved its occupant. Send a ground bridge to our current location.::
Seconds later a portal appeared, to which Prime, Ironhide, the twins and Bumblebee entered and returned to the Ark with their new guest. Everyone present was shocked to see the tiny femme. None more so than Jazz: his spark instinctively tried to reach out towards the youngling and comfort her. "How did a younglin' manage to stow away on an escape pod?" He asked while following Optimus to the Med Bay.
The large mech shook his helm as he held the youngling against his chassis, keeping her tiny frame warm. "I do not know, but I pray to Primus that she survives." The group entered the Med Bay where Ratchet awaited them.
The CMO gave a shocked expression as he looked upon the small life in Prime's arms, "By the Allspark…I never thought I'd see another youngling. Optimus, place her on the berth. First Aid, get her hooked up to an I.V. and spark monitor while I address her condition and administer treatment."
He nodded and did as asked after Prime carefully placed the tiny femmling upon the berth and stepped aside to let the medics work. While most of the bots left the Med Bay, Jazz wanted to remain behind, but he was reluctantly pulled away by his sparkmate. His coding was demanding that he remain near the little femmling. Prowl also felt the urge to protect her, and though he didn't want to go against his coding, he knew the medics needed to work without distraction.
Reluctantly, he led Jazz out of the Med Bay and over to their room where upon entering, the TIC began to nervously pace around. "Oh Prowler, I can't stand the thought of that lil' femme sufferin' so…Primus knows what awful things she's been through and seen. Ma spark is telling me to care for an' comfort her...but I can't while she's stuck in the Med Bay."
*sigh* "I know...I felt a pull towards her too. Maybe after she recovers you and I can adopt her as our own creation...Provided she takes some time to adjust to her new surroundings and becomes familiar with everyone…" he was suddenly embraced by his sparkmate who tackled him onto the berth and was hugging him close.
"Oh thank you, Prowler! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Jazz happily started to cry from under his visor before peppering his mate with kisses.
Prowl chuckled and returned Jazz's affections, to which they then spent the rest of the afternoon lost in each other's embrace.