I only own my OC's! Mentions of child abuse of all forms. Reader be warned!
Weekend with the Cons
12:00 PM, Soundwave's Room, Normal POV
So far today, we've spent most of our time in Soundwave's berth room with him and his minicons. Of course, we'd been recharging, but we're awake now, and we're ready to play…except we don't have much to play with. Of course, we've got Ravage, Laserbeak, and Ratbat to play with, as well as the twins, but we're still lonely.
According to Rumble, Soundwave went to Earth after a few outfits for us, and got some toys while he was there, but we still don't have a lot. He made sure to leave us all with Ravage, just in case the three of us woke up while he was gone. He also got his minicon twins matching outfits as well as—according to him—signing them both up for school with us.
We all look up—as a group—when we hear a knock on the door. Soundwave's been home for about an hour by now, and he's working on reports for Starscream at his desk, which is straight across from the door. Rumble runs for the door excitedly. "Who is it!"
Soundwave stands from his desk and walks across the room to the door. 'Silence, Rumble. Younglings, hide. Quickly.' The three of us duck under his berth quickly, and watch as he opens the door.
"Hey, Soundwave. Breakdown and I just stopped by to help "paint" the new "recruits"."
"Enter." We watch from under Soundwave's berth as two sets of legs step inside, followed by a youngling—I'm assuming a femmeling—being set on the floor. Her armor is a glittery pink—just a little darker than my own—with glittering gold accents.
"I got the door."
"Thank you, Breakdown." Knockout steps over to the berth before bending down and smiling at the three of us. "Hello."
The three of us shriek before crawling—embarrassed—out from under the berth. "Sorry, Knocky." I look up to the blue and silver mech. "Hi, Breaky." I look down. "Sorry they gotted you backs…"
"Don't worry about it, Little One. Knockout and I are working on it."
"Really?"
"Really." He crouches in front of me. "Knockout and I have been talking about defecting for the last month, Mari."
"But…Mo'orma'ter…"
"Motormaster's pissed about being sent to the prison dimension, but he doesn't know you did it, or that it was to protect the rest of us, so you're safe."
"But 'Master's still mad, and he hurted you…"
"I'll be okay."
"Okay…" I hug him before stepping back. "But I'll be watching you."
He smiles, his amber eyes lighting up. "I'll hold you to that."
I smile, and pat his arm for good measure before stepping back and turning to Star. "He was a lot worse before he met Knockout. He used to hate bein' watched."
"I remember…"
Knockout kneels in front of me before setting something flat against my chest armor. "I think…Turquoise…for you." Breakdown turns to Knockout with a small handheld computer before adjusting something on the screen for the hologram patch. "With orange accents."
I watch as my paint changes. "Why you do that?"
"This way, you'll be able to run around the ship without Starscream recognizing you. It's holographic, so your paint job won't get messed up for real."
"But you'll need a new designation while you're here, too."
I glance down at the new holographic paintjob coming from a magnetic purple Decepticon symbol, which is placed over the star-Autobot logo on my chest. "Sunspark."
Knockout nods and motions for Breakdown to add an orange sun on my chest before tapping that into a device like the one Breakdown is holding. He then turns to Bumblebee and places another Decepticon-shield shaped magnet on his chest. "All right, Breakdown… Keep the black, but add more, and…red, instead of yellow." He turns back to Bumblebee. "What about you?"
"Crossfire."
"Okay… Good…" He puts a red and black fire symbol on his chest—it looks like ATLA's Fire Nation symbol. Finally, he turns to Brightstar with a third and final shield magnet. "Okay… Breakdown, let's go with silver as an accent, and…"
"Can I have purple?"
"Of course, Little One." He turns back to his tablet. "And can I get a name?"
"Um…"
"Silvermoon."
"Mari?"
"We'll go undercover as combiner twins, and Bee can be our best friend while we're here."
"But…"
"I'm sure End will help us out, too. He likes you, Mari."
"Great." I turn to Star before hugging my nervous, now-purple sister, who has a crescent moon on her chest. "We'll be okay. We're Starlight, after all. We can do this."
"Now, I've designed your symbol, and Star's, to shift with you when you combine, but you'll need a new combiner name."
Brightstar and I share a nervous look. "Starfall."
"Okay…" He types this last name into the computer. "All right, then. Younglings have combat training with Barricade in half an hour, then they have the rest of the day to play. If you're going to be disguised as Con younglings, you'll have to act like Con younglings."
"But we're 'stalt."
"I'm aware of that, Sweetspark. You're allowed to be clingy with Brightstar, but you can't be with Bumblebee for now. Firestorm here will show you to the training room. I'm…" Knockout rubs the back of his neck. "Not really…able to go down there right now…or I'd take you."
The pink and gold femmeling smiles, crossing her arms as she starts to speak. "Carrier's sparked again."
I smile up at Breakdown. "You gotta be happy then."
He lays a hand over the back of his neck. "Sort of… I'm actually pretty scared. I don't want another sparkling around Motormaster."
"Uncle 'Master's mean."
I blink. While she's not acting like Aid… "Did he hurt you, Stormy?" She looks up to her creators before turning back to me with a scared look, and a nod. "Breaky…"
"I know, Mari. I never wanted that to happen to my baby girl. It's one thing if Motormaster's doing it to me, but…" He looks almost…broken. "We're getting off this ship as soon as we can…"
"We're just going through the motions for now, Mari. You know what I mean."
"Like I did with my old human family." I lay a hand on Firestorm's shoulder. "I'm here, if you need to talk. Even when we're back home…" I reach up and grab Knockout's computer before typing out a code. "This is our main comm frequency." I type in another. "And this is my BB phone, but you might not be able to reach me there, so try the other one first. I'm a junior medic at our base. If you need rescue, you call me, okay?"
She glances back to her Sire, who nods, before nodding as well. "Okay…" She smiles—for real this time—and leads us to the door. "Come on. We need to get to training."
"Wait!" Knockout kneels before slipping a purple visor onto mine and Star's faces, and locking them in before doing the same with a red one on Bee. "There. Now no one will be able to see your Autobot optics."
"Thanks, Knocky!" I tug Star's hand, while Firestorm tugs Bee behind her. It's not long before we step into their training room. "Hey, Cade!"
"Hey, Firestorm. Hi, Rumble. Frenzy. Who are these three?"
I force myself to have a less-chipper tone—like I'd had in the old dimension when I'd get mad. "I'm Sunspark, and this is my twin Silvermoon."
Bee nods. "And I'm their friend. Name's Crossfire."
"Nice to meet you three." He motions us to where Bloodracer and Venom are waiting. "All right, we'll be sparring today, so…Bloodracer, you and Venom go against Rumble and Frenzy. Sunstar and Silvermoon, you're going against Crossfire and Firestorm. Grem—where's Gremlin?"
"Right here, Sir!" A green and purple femmeling runs in, panting slightly, before straightening up. "Sorry I was late! I was helping Carrier and his brothers with a project!"
"All right, then. Gremlin, you're with Crossfire and Firestorm, against Sunspark and Silvermoon." He steps over once the two sets of twins get started. "Sunspark, are you and your sister combiner twins?"
"Yep." I pop the "p" sound. "We form Starfall."
"That's good to know. You may want to find Motormaster later for some lessons in commanding a combiner."
"Anyone else I could see?"
"Excuse me?"
"I've heard rumors about him hurting his brothers…"
"He's the only gestalt commander in Lord Megatron's good favor, Sunspark." He sighs heavily. "But we've got Scrapper—he's Gremlin's carrier. I don't know where he is, but you can find Hook with Knockout in the med-bay—and we have Onslaught."
"I think I'll find Scrapper…" I smile up at him. "Thank you!"
"Don't mention it." He steps back. "All right, let's see what you three can do. Firestorm's one of our best fighters."
Star and I share a look before falling into similar fighting stances. ~I don't want to see Motormaster, Mari…not after hearing what he did to Firestorm…~
I punch at Firestorm before sending a kick at Bee, while Star focuses her attention on Gremlin. We're used to sparring like this, since we usually spar two-on-two or three-on-three back at Omega One. ~We won't, Star. Trust me. He…tried to hurt me, back in the old dimension. Only reason he didn't was the others standing up for me… Then he threatened Fix, and I went OFF.~
Star lunges forward, kicking Firestorm in the gut. ~Guess he didn't try that again.~
I scoff through the bond while tripping Firestorm with a roundhouse kick while Bee punches Star in the chest. ~Would have if I hadn't had him put in a prison dimension. You don't know abusive people like I do, Star…and I'm glad for that…but that doesn't mean your innocence helps you while we're stuck here.~
~Yeah… Just follow our lead, Star. Mari's been through it, and I grew up around Uncle Megatron, so we both know abuse pretty well. Of course, no one did what Motormaster does to us.~
~Motormaster molests younglings, as well as his own brothers, Star. Bee and I only had to deal with verbal or physical abuse.~
Once training ends, Star, Bee, and I walk Firestorm and Gremlin back to the medical bay. "You know, you don't have to do this Sunspark. I'll be fine."
I shrug lightly. "We wanted to."
"Looks like we've got some new younglings to break in."
"Motormaster…"
"I'm getting Carrier!" Gremlin gasps, and runs ahead of us, dragging Firestorm for a moment before she pulls free and starts running behind her.
~Star, get behind me. I won't let another left arm be raped by this monster.~
~But Mari…~
~No. I'm the commander. Spot told me several times before that one of his greatest regrets was not being able to protect Aid from him. I won't let him—or Ratchet—feel that again—not for Starlight.~ I cross my arms and glare up at the silver and purple gestalt commander. "You're not touching my sister."
"What about you, then?"
~I sent Storm after Breakdown and the twins after Soundwave. Just hang in there, Mari.~
~Hanging in there.~ I move to dodge his large hands before gasping as someone else picks me up, then start struggling. "Let. Me. Go!" I finally manage to kick someone in the gut.
"Hey! What are you doing kicking your rescuer?"
"Wildrider." The dangerous con sighs heavily. "If I've told you once, I've told you a hundred times. We don't coddle the younglings, we teach them to submit."
I go limp in the Con's hands. "Oh… Thank you, 'Rider." I glance back to him. "I'm Sunspark."
"Wildrider, put Sunspark down now."
"But Break… I just saved her from Motormaster."
"Soundwave: Is grateful. Sunspark: is okay?"
"I'm fine, Soundie. Silvermoon?"
"I'm okay…"
"Younglings: with me. Breakdown." Soundwave nods toward me.
"Firestorm's safe, right?"
"She's with her carrier, Sunspark." Breakdown glares at his brother. "You need to take the younglings away, Soundwave. This might not be pretty."
Third POV, Medbay with Breakdown
Breakdown sighs before pulling out a welder to repair the damage done to his brother, by their commander and brother, as Wildrider looks up to him. "That was Mari. I know that was Mari."
"Don't tell the others. If it gets back to Starscream…"
"Wait… You knew?"
"Rider…" Breakdown sighs heavily. "Starscream kidnapped them yesterday, and all but killed them. Knockout, Soundwave, and I are working to get her and her siblings back home, but until we can, they've got to be kept hidden."
"Are you still going to defect?"
"As soon as we have an opportunity." Wildrider wilts at his words. "Fire doesn't need to be raped again, Rider. As a sire I feel…responsible, for her trauma. Now she's going to wind up just as paranoid as I used to be, and I don't want that for her. I'll see what I can get set up with Prime once we're settled in, so that you, Dead End, and Drag Strip can still visit, but…" He sighs heavily. "You know Mari would make sure we all four got sanctuary—even if you guys won't join the Autobots—just to keep us all safe from Motormaster."
"What if we decide to go with you?"
Soundwave's Berth Room, Normal POV
Star, Bee, and I pile on our berth together, clinging to each other in the fear of the moment. "Did…did I really almost get raped back there?"
"We've got your back, Star. We wouldn't let him hurt you." I smile and hug her. "Besides, friends in low places, remember? 'Rider and I used to hang out, after I sent their commander to the prison dimension."
"Wildrider would have protected us, and if he wasn't there, then Drag Strip or Dead End would have been. Mari's made friends with every combiner we know of."
Soundwave leans down with a bag of energon sweets. "You were very brave, Mariposa."
"I was just protecting my sister, Soundie…"
"And very few younglings would when faced with a possible assault." He sighs softly. "Knockout is going down to Earth for an hour or so, and Breakdown's busy dealing with his brother, so we are going to have Firestorm for that time."
"She's okay?"
"Firestorm: Shaken, but okay."
"Gremlin?"
"Safe for now. She is with Hook."
"Oh, thank the All Spark."
That night, Soundwave's berth room, normal Pov
Soundwave tucks us into our berth in holoform—Star and I wearing pink Paw Patrol sleepers with a large Skye and Everest graphic, while Bee wears a blue one with a large Marshall and Chase graphic. Once we're settled, he gives us our pacifiers, then pulls the black and purple Decepticon-symbol blanket up to our chins. "Recharge well, younglings. Tomorrow is a busy day."
The next Morning
"Younglings."
"Soundie?"
Soundwave sighs softly. "Sunspark, you have to meet with Scrapper today—Hook is going to be there too, and it'll be in one of the isolation rooms in the med-bay, and I will make sure the cameras are down so you will be allowed to be yourself." I smile up at him. "I remember how much you wished to help the combiners, Sweetspark."
"Thanks, Soundie…"
"Crossfire, Brightstar, while Sunspark is in her meeting with Devastator, I expect the two of you to behave, and to stay safe."
"Yes, Sir."
"You may go around the ship, but keep Ravage with you for surveillance. Laserbeak and I will be on the bridge. I have a shift until three this afternoon. Rumble, Frenzy: no pranking."
"AWWWW! But Soundwave!"
"No. Pranking." He hands out energon cubes, then turns to me. "You will need to talk with Knockout or Hook about getting your hand and foot cared for as well."
"Yes, Sir." It had woken me up in tears last night, and it's not much better today, so I'm trying not to stand too much.
"Try not to show your pain until you are out of the hallways."
"Who knows who we really are?"
Soundwave sighs. "Breakdown and Wildrider… Knockout… Firestorm… and my Minicons and I."
"So Scrapper doesn't know?"
"He will after today, but I will have him sworn to secrecy, and they've been disenchanted with the cons as well…"
My eyes light up. "They might comes wiffs us!" We all know that Soundwave is planning to defect to Dad's team, but that he just hasn't decided how to do it yet.
"They might, but you will have to do a good job of promoting your case to them."
"I will."
"Good. Now, you must go. I will have surveillance on your siblings from the bridge, so do not worry about them. I will let you know if they run into Motormaster."
"Thanks, Soundie." I slide off our berth with a wince, and, with my pacifier in my subspace, start for the medical bay.
"Good Morning, Sunspark."
"Hi, Knocky."
He crouches to me. "Hook's back in the last ICU room, and he's got Scrapper in there with him. I heard you were meeting with them?"
"Yep!"
"Then go right on back."
"Scrapper?"
The green and purple mech stands before smiling at me. "Sunspark, I assume? Barricade said you wanted to talk with us." I nod, and check around for any sign that someone's watching or listening in, then scan around to be safe. Nothing. Soundwave came through for me. I sag in relief and reach up before removing my holo-projector. "Mariposa Prime…"
I nod, and smile. "I heard you guys were upset with Megatron…"
Scrapper shrugs. "You did warn us… But Mari…we've already made our choice…"
I shake my head. "If you decide to change sides, Dad would be glad to let you join us—he's not like Uncle Megs, Scrap, and I promise he won't turn anyone away if they're sincere." I shrug. "Besides, Grem shouldn't have to run away every time a commander that's not you shows up…"
"Do you know when you're going home?" I shake my head. "Who on the ship would know?"
"Soundie…He's keepin' us safe."
Hook looks down at me. "Us… You mean—"
"All fwee us." I lock eyes with Hook. "Screamer 'bused us…den we runned into 'Master yesterday…"
"Primus…" Hook shakes his head. "That explains why Breakdown wanted the med-bay to himself last night… He needed to fix his brother, I know, but—"
"'Rider knows, Hook."
"I'm aware of that now."
Scrapper sighs. "I need to talk with my brothers, then we'll get back to either you or Soundwave, okay?" I nod. "Good."
"All right, good. We're bringing security cameras online." I slap the holo-projection magnet on my chest. 'All clear, Soundie!'
'Cover secure?'
'Cover secure.'
'Cameras coming on.'
"Hookie?"
He crouches to me. "Yes, Little Miss?"
"You fix my foot an' hand?"
"Of course." He boosts me onto the berth. "What's wrong with it?"
"Nerve disorder…needs fixied…"
"Got it."
