Twins huddled close together. A set to a cage and all of them crying. Some more softly than others but not one set wasn't shedding tears. Twins were a rarity, grabbed up and quickly sold on the blackmarket until the crackdown started to hit hard. Now, twins were grabbed up younger and younger, but sold less and less.

A single older set survived though, no one dared touch them. No one dared try to control them.

Until, Shockwave.

The children watched as the red and yellow mechs were grabbed and dragged away. Put into the middle of the room strapped heavily to a table with blasters held to their helms and sparks.

Shockwave got to work.

Joors came and went and orns soon joined. Orn in, and orn out, Shockwave worked to imprint coding so deeply into the pained duo that it took in both their sparks while only implanted in one. The sparklings screamed and sobbed as they watched what would be their future.

The red twin's helm lulled to the side and he saw two young sparklings that reminded him of himself and his brother. They clutched to each other about only the size of a servo. Cassettes. Someone kicked their cage and when they fell one protected the other. Red twin's dim optics flickered then glowed and he yelled out as he passed the anger and hate and pure loathing to his twin.

He pulled at his bonds all the while watching the young twins, imagining that Shockwave would do this to them later. He fought hard and the mechs with the blasters didn't know what to do, shoot Shockwave's prized pet project, or risk it getting free?

The choice was stolen as the yellow twin tore away and tore off SHockwave's servo.