Starscream had been extremely resentful of the fact that this femme, Elita One, had taken even harder work to break down. She had many more firewalls and unanticipated blockages than he expected and if it wasn't the fact that he wanted her so badly to serve him and carry his precious offspring, he would have offlined her instantly and without pity. Even Optimus, Megatron and Soundwave were not nearly as hard to reprogram as this defiant yet beautiful femme had been. She had fought long and hard, but in the end, it was of no use. She was captured and thrown in a brig until Starscream decided exactly what to do with the sassy little tramp, as he referred to her while she was still under her free Autobot programming.
But once fixed and her programming was corrected, she had one thing going for her though, she was now Starscream's "queen." Starscream knew he never would pick wither Optimus or Megatron to help him, as they might try to take over, even with the reprogramming, but the femme, who had been broken down to her very core, was completely "poisoned" and taken over by Starscream and his wants. She wouldn't eat if he commanded her to not eat. And whatever he wanted of her, she did. Starscream was so glad he had forced himself to be patient for this femme.
Right now, though, she was in agony as she was just starting to spark their precious and "perfect" little ones. Starscream raced to her side, as Ratchet began to instruct the femme to push. The seeker smiled, as it was going to be that if any bots had a chance in succeeding him as emperor, these little ones were the only ones who had a chance at all. Starscream watched carefully to make sure that neither the medic nor any other bot harmed Elita or the sparklings that were to come. He was very particular and picky when it came to things like this.
"Alright, Elita, you need to push now." Starscream watched, eyeing everything that was going on as his fair queen pushed out his seekerlings. She had been carrying a total of three, but little did anyone know that they were in for a surprise. Ratchet was very careful as he guided the first little one out. IT was an all black seekerling with bright red eyes and red stripes down its wings. It hissed as it came out into the world. Starscream smiled, as the little one was perfect. He named it Demon.
Elita had little time to recover before the next seekerling was emerging from her, screaming, kicking, and punching the air. This was also another mech seekerling, this one fire engine red in color with black stripes down its wings. Starscream was delighted, as this little one also looked somewhat evil, as the optics were black in color. Starscream named the little one Fiend. And the fact that the little one bit Ratchet made the name all the more perfect. Starscream was thrilled to see that his seekerlings were so perfect, though according to him, no one was more perfect than him.
Then came the third, and what most thought was the final, seekerling. This one was an eerie green color with black and red stripes down its wings. It looked sickly, but it was a very robust bot. The seekerling lashed out at whoever was holding it, the fire in its spark obvious. Starscream smiled. This one he named Ogre. The little one grinned sickeningly.
But then came a surprise that no one had expected, as Elita felt the urge to push once more. A fourth and unaccounted for seekerling was soon coming forth. The only problem for Starscream was that this one wasn't a mech, it was a femme seekerling. Starscream was angry when he saw that the deep purple with black stripes down its wing was a femme, but Starscream almost stepped back when the femme lunged at the medic and bit Ratchet hard. He had to think of a name and think it up quick. He thought long and hard, as he had planned to have no femmes in his broods ever. The name Amethyst came up, but he hated it. He thought back to what some of the other old bots had been named. Then it hit him – Poison. It sounded perfect and the little femme shrieked with pleasure at her name.
Starscream wasn't sure what to do now, as he had only anticipated three. And he couldn't fathom that one of his "perfect" seekerlings should ever be a slave, well at least the ones sparked to him by Elita. He had to think, and then came up with a solution. He would keep all four and train them in the very select school that he taught, as these would one day be heirs to his empire. He knew that one day one of them would kill the other three, but that wasn't his concern right now. Right now, he had four little ones who would be his perfect "mini-me's" until he trained them how to run this empire of his. He would make sure that none of them would ever slaughter him or any bot he told them not too, such as Optimus, Elita, Megatron and later on Hotshot, but that could wait for now.
Ratchet left when the need for him was over. He knew that if Starscream wanted him, he knew where to find the medic. Starscream sent everyone out as he began to get to know his family, only Elita was left in the room as he held his precious and nasty little seekerlings. She smiled at the four even as the bit her a bit as well as their father. She knew they would be perfect little bots to rule the kingdom once trained and old enough and once Starscream was gone.
Starscream had to admit once again – it truly was good to be the emperor.