New chapter. We'll see how this goes.
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Communication:
:: comm. link ::
- Bondmates/sparkmates -
~: creator/creation bond :~
: sibling bond :
~ spark twin bond ~
Thoughts/memories/flashbacks/dreams
[symbiot/symbiot carrier]
Seeker Cant
= Cybertronian language =
For the next three solar cycles, Dreadwing and Skyquake remained with Wing Saber until her inner wings folded back into her outer wings by the fourth morning. With that signaling the end of her Primal Heat, the twins followed her up to her family's dwelling to meet her family.
Jeremy's black … deep blue that looks almost black … and silver frame stood on the hill, watching them as they approached. His gaze pierced the twin Decepticons, threatening to tear them apart if they harmed Wing Saber.
She went up to him. "Jeremy, this is Dreadwing and Skyquake. They helped with the heat."
"So, are you bonded now?"
Before Wing Saber could negate the question, Dreadwing spoke up, "It is a complicated process, young Drake. We are not bonded to your sister, we've only imprinted her. She has no ties to our spark and now can procreate. She is no longer a fledgling, but an adult."
Jeremy gave him a puzzled look. Wing Saber looked back and forth between the twins. She had an inkling on what a fledgling was, but was not completely sure. And how in the world could they speak English?!
"We share a split spark, two halves in separate frames. A fledgling is an adult Seeker whose frame is not yet ready to reproduce."
"How can you speak our native language?" Jeremy asked suspiciously.
"When we imprinted your sister, it awakened the language trees of Seeker Cant, which every Seeker is born with, within her and in the process transferred her native tongue to us."
"So why didn't you leave when you were finished with her?"
"Because she is not safe here," said Skyquake, "none of you are. We need to discuss with you a means to get you to Autobot territory, where you will be safe from Lord Megatron."
Jeremy looked between the twins for a long moment, then gestured toward the doorway of the dwelling with his helm.
Wing Saber and the twins followed him inside past the first room and into a room farther in the dwelling. They entered a large chamber deep in the hill that had enough room inside to hold a small conference. There halls near the back of the chamber that lead to other rooms. The chamber was dimly lit with desks on the left wall and a large table with chairs in the center on the chamber. Energon cubes were stacked on the right wall. There was a young blue Seeker trimmed in red sitting at one of the desks. He turned to look at them. Dreadwing noticed that the youngling had brown optics like him brother. And a mass of wire-like hair on his helm, but not nearly as thick as his brother's. His armor hung loose on his frame.
"Joel, get your sisters." Jeremy said.
Joel frowned. "Why should I get them? You are capable of doing it."
"Cause I said so. Go."
With an optic roll and a sigh, Joel stood and walked down one of the halls.
"Does he always show such disrespect?" Skyquake asked.
"Not always." said Wing Saber. "Sometimes, he is very helpful and does everything he's asked to do. Other times, he is a lot worse. Very illogical, very stubborn. He only snapped because he didn't want to leave his contraption. He's trying to make a weapon."
"That is no excuse. Younglings respect their elders."
Jeremy shook head helm. "Not Joel. He will only respect physical strength. If he doesn't want to do what you say, he won't do it. If he thinks you're wrong, you're wrong. Simple as that."
"Born leader." said Wind Saber.
Joel returned with two more femmes. One a fledgling, the other a youngling. The fledgling was a dark navy blue and her armor looked like it was covered in star dust. Her hair was dark brown like both her brothers and came up to her upper back. The youngling's armor was lavender with soft pink swirls and gold accents. She had golden hair with paler highlights that went past her waist. Like the blue Seeker, her armor hung loose. Both sisters had brown optics.
The twins noticed something odd. Only Wing Saber had blue optics. The others had brown. They looked at each other and the same question formed between them. What did this mean?
Jeremy brought them back the reality. "These are other siblings: Mycah, Joel, and Michelle." He pointed to the stardust femme, the blue mechling, and the lavender femmeling respectively. "Jessika is the oldest. I come second. We are all that's left of the organics that Shockwave kidnapped. The others are dead."
Dreadwing was enraged all over again. Shockwave had dared to touch younglings! Experimenting on fellow Decepticons was bad enough, but experimenting on the younglings of any race was wrong on so many levels.
"Why did you bring Decepticons in our home?"
Dreadwing looked at Joel. He was glaring at Jeremy with arms crossed.
"Because they helped Jessika. They also will help us to get to the Autobots."
"How do you know they won't bring us back?"
Dreadwing addressed him before Jeremy could answer, "Mind your glossa, youngling. If we wanted to return you to our master, we would have done so a long time ago. You will mind your brother."
"You can't make me."
Wing Saber's wings hiked up in a display of authority and she emitted a low growl. Joel held his helm high and his wings subconsciously matched hers. Such disrespect will not do.
Skyquake reached the out-of-line Seekerling in two strides. A glint of fear flashed in the youngling's optics for a moment before returning to their defiant gaze. Skyquake towered over him. The youngling only came up to top of his abdominal plates, just below his spark chamber. Skyquake felt his brother caution him to be gentle with mechling.
"I can make you, youngling. And so can your older siblings."
"Prove it." Joel hissed.
Skyquake grinned as he took hold of the youngling's shoulders and spun him around so that the youngling was closer to the middle of the room. Dreadwing grabbed the table and moved it out of Skyquake's way as he proceeded to teach the Seekerling a lesson. The young femmeling gasped and ran to Wing Saber's side as Skyquake and Joel wrestled along the floor, tears running down her face. Dreadwing watched the others face plates. Each one had mixed feelings and the older two looked like they were torn between letting the fight run its course and jumping in to rescue their brother. Their fields also portrayed a lot. Dreadwing realized that this was not the first time their brother had gotten into a fight like this. But it was probably not the right kind.
The fight for dominance didn't last long. In less than five kliks, Skyquake had the youngling pinned to the ground on his tank. Joel hissed at him. "Yield!" Skyquake commanded. The youngling refused. "YIELD!" he repeated, grabbing a wing. Joel tried his best to dislodge the larger, older Seeker, but could not. Skyquake bit down on the mechling's wing and growled. Joel winced and screamed. He was not in pain, just mad. Wing Saber almost pounced on Skyquake, but Dreadwing held her and Jeremy back. His gentle, but firm grip telling them not to interfere. This, unfortunately, was to be their first lesson on Seeker culture; rank is fought for. And sometimes, unruly youngsters got themselves into a whole lot of trouble when they become defiant.
Joel resisted Skyquake for a good breem before relenting and submitting. He relaxed in Skyquake's hold, lowering his wings and letting out a soft rumble of submission. Skyquake relaxed his hold, but still kept his weight on the youngling. He looked at Dreadwing and nodded, but didn't let the mechling up just yet.
Dreadwing turned Mycah. "Go get some cubes of Energon for your sister. I'll explain later."
Mycah hurried off to complete her task.
"Jeremy, stand by the halls. If he bolts, I do not want him to pass."
Jeremy glared a bit at him, but stood at the hallways.
Dreadwing directed Wing Saber to sit down will her back struts against the wall. Michelle clung to her wing. Mycah returned with Energon and gave the four cubed to Dreadwing.
"Here, drink. Consume as much as you can."
Wing Saber hesitantly did as instructed and could only empty 1 ½.
"Hmm, good enough. Skyquake, let him up."
Skyquake got off Joel and he stood as quickly as he could, but as soon as he was on his pedes, he started to sway. Skyquake grabbed his arm to stabilize the youngling. He steered Joel to Wing Saber.
Dreadwing got the attention of the youngest two. "Wing Saber told us a little about race. I do not know how your people raised their young, nor do I know the weaning age of your kind. I ask you this, have either of you been purging your Energon?"
Michelle looked confused. Wing Saber turned to her. "Throw up."
She nodded. Joel remained stone-faced, his pride bruised.
"Cybertronians suckle from their creators until they are young adults. Their frames cannot handle refined energon in any form. It must come from the creators or someone else who has active feeding lines. You two are too young to be off your creators' energon mix. Now that your sister is a full adult, her feeding lines can activate if needed. And they will activate in the presence on a starving youngling or sparkling."
Wing Saber began to feel some discomfort behind her chestplates. It felt like her chest was swelling. She rubbed it. Her chest was starting to hurt. She missed at least half of what Dreadwing was saying.
Dreadwing caught Wing Saber rubbing her chassis, her face contorted in slight pain. Feeding lines were supposed to online slowly the first time in response to carrying. Though it was not uncommon for a bot who never has sparklings of their own to feed a sparkling that wasn't theirs. It was common for caretakers to suckle all under their care.
"Wing Saber, open your chestplates. There is no shame in this."
She did as she was told, her spark's light bathing those nearby in soft golden light.
"Since Wing Saber is a fully mature adult, she can provide the proper youngling mix that your frames need until other bot can take on the role of adoptive creator. You two need to suckle. Stubbornness will cause your frames, CPUs and sparks to develop incorrectly and problems will arise in the future.
"Joel, it is best if you suckle first. Your frame has been through a lot more in the past few kliks than your younger sister."
Joel was reluctant. He didn't want to. Nursing was for babies. Skyquake pushed him onto his knees at Jessika's side. Light pink energon was starting to drip from her breasts … feeding lines as Dreadwing called them. He could also start to smell the energon. It smelled like strawberries. He hated strawberries, but the scent was making him want it. He looked at the translucent pouches of energon. He did want it …
Wing Saber was getting impatient. She know how much Joel complained over the lack of food. Now she could give him as much as he wanted. She reached for her brother, but Dreadwing told her no. Let him come to her.
Joel tried to resist as long as possible. "Fine." he said. He got on her left side and laid across her lap. His sister cradled him against herself like she would a baby. Humiliated, he placed his mouth around her nub and began to suck as though he was drinking out of a straw. To his surprise, it wasn't thin like he had expected, but thick like one of her fruit smoothies that she used to make back on Earth. And it tasted like one, too. Much better than the regular stuff from the river. Maybe this wasn't so bad after all.
Wing Saber looked up at Dreadwing, "Dreadwing, suckling was a private thing for our race. Females would cover themselves and their young when they were suckling. Are things the same here?"
Dreadwing shook his helm. "No. It is very normal to find a bot feeding their young in public. It is a normal part of life. No need to hide it. Interfacing is another matter entirely."
Joel came off the right feeding line and went to the left. He apparently was ignoring the conversation taking place and was still suckling hard. Dreadwing passed the half empty cube to Wing Saber. She took it and drank.
"Have any of you merged your sparks?" Dreadwing asked.
"We weren't sure how to do it, so we never did it. There are five of us." Mycah said.
"You must merge your sparks to keep your family bond strong. You can merge your sparks all at once or on a one-on-one basis. It would be preferred if you merged as a family unit. And it looks like you will have to do it later." he said with a slight grin.
Wing Saber looked at her brother. He was now have in recharge still suckling away. He had almost drained the left feeding pouch and didn't look like he was going to stop anytime soon.
Dreadwing grabbed a third cube. "Drink. You will need to refuel often with feeding them both. He alone will consume large amounts of energon mix in order to fill out and grow into his adult frame. He still has a few centi-vorn, but you will not have to feed him for long."
As Wing Saber downed the third cube, Joel moved back to the right pouch and let out and very cute sounding chirp.
"That sounds so cute!" Michelle cried. "I should tell him when he wakes up!"
"He might make your life miserable in return." grinned Wing Saber.
"But it'll be so worth it!"
Wing Saber shook her helm. She handed Dreadwing the empty cube. Skyquake was asking if Jeremy could get some blankets for Joel to lay down on when he was finished. Jeremy when to fetch some as Skyquake put the table back where it belonged. Jeremy returned and Skyquake helped make Joel a temporary bed.
Joel was playing with the nub in his sleep. Dreadwing showed Wing Saber how to take him off and lifted him up into his arms. He squirmed a bit as he was carried to the makeshift bed and he was laid down. Joel curled up as another blanket was placed on him.
Michelle crawled into Wing Saber's lap as soon as Joel was taken away. Wing Saber's feeding pouches had refilled with a different type of youngling mix for her as Michelle got into position. She latched onto the opposite feeding nub without a fuss. Dreadwing made Wing Saber consume three more cubes to replace what Michelle would be taking.
Wing Saber was more than full after the third cube. She was getting tired herself. She never ate her fill on Earth because she would become very tired if she did. The same thing happened here, but Dreadwing was not going to be deterred. She had no choice but to drink the energon.
Skyquake was asking Jeremy about Earth and its customs as Wing Saber tried hard to follow the conversation and stay awake. She interjected her own input every now and then, but was slowly losing the battle for recharge. Her mind wandered back to her parents and pets on Earth. If they had counted her days correctly, it had been a little over three human years since they fled Shockwave.
She wondered how her mama was doing. She could almost careless about what her father thought, but at the same time, did he pray for their safety? Did he miss them? And Kayla … that husky was probably mourning the fact that she wasn't there anymore. Nanook and Joy must be feeling the same way about Jeremy and Michelle. There wasn't a day that went by when Mama and the dogs were not thought about. Wing Saber wondered what king of pets Cybertron had. Maybe Jeremy could build her a fox with bat wings named Fidget from a game they both liked …
She didn't realize that she had fallen into recharge until a recharging Michelle was lifted from her lap, making her cold. Dreadwing walked off to place Michelle onto another makeshift berth that was made. She looked so small in his arms. Wing Saber stood. Now she was really cold. Jeremy got her a blanket as she sat in a chair. Dreadwing came to the table and pulled out another cube of energon … "where did he get all these cubes?" … and set it in front of her. She pushed it away from herself and laid her helm down on her arms.
"Drink, Little One."
"Nuh uh. I'm full."
"You'll regret it later when your frame becomes fatigued. Drink."
"I get tired when I drink my fill or more. I don't like that."
"Carriers must refuel before and after they suckle their young. You are not a carrier yet, but you are functioning as one until someone else can. If you need to recharge, do so. A lot of changes have occurred in your frame in the past orn and it needs fuel and rest to stabilize. Refuel."
She heard the sound of the cube scrapping against the table and felt the vibrations as it was pushed closer to her. She looked at Dreadwing and found both him and Skyquake looking at her expectantly. She sighed and sat up, picking up the cube in the process. She drank it slowly. Talk had drifted towards how God made the universe and how Primus was not a god, but had been given the ability to create a race. Wing Saber couldn't follow the conversation as well as the last one. She stayed online for a good thirty minutes, she couldn't be bothered to thing of the Cybertronian equivalent, before finally laying her helm down again. Words muddled into background noise that lulled Wing Saber into recharge minutes later.
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