Sorry about the delay! The last half of the semester got hectic and then there were finals. I pass everything, though! Hopefully, I'll have more time to write over the summer.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Transformers. I just play with them. I only own my OC's.

Time:

Astro-second = 1.258 Earth seconds

1 nanocycle/nanoklik = 10 seconds

1 cycle/klik = 60 nanocycles/nanokliks 120 seconds

Breem = 15 kliks 30 minutes

1 joor = 1.3 Earth days

Solar cycle/orn = 24 joor 31.557 Earth days

Vorn = 10 orn

Groon = 8 vorn

Orbital cycle = 12 groon 83 human years

Deca-cycle = 10 orbital cycles

Centi-cycle/Mega cycle = 100 orbital cycles

Communication:

:: comm. link ::

- Bondmates/sparkmates -

~: creator/creation bond :~

: sibling bond :

~ spark twin bond ~

Thoughts/memories/flashbacks/dreams

[symbiot/symbiot carrier]

Seeker Cant

= Cybertronian language =


Jeremy found that the Seekers were open the idea of there being a creator of their "god", Primus. After talking with them for some time, it turns out that many Cybertronians believed that Primus was created by a group of beings called "The Ones", but any knowledge on the subject would be found in the Iacon Hall of Records. Vos, the city most Seekers were from, lacked any information on the subject. Jeremy explained that "The Ones" were probably the Trinity he believed in. God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit. He told of how the universe was created and the general Biblical history of Earth. The twins were skeptical and hesitant to believe him fully, but they could see that Jeremy know a great deal on the subject and thus listened to what he had to say.

"She's out."

The three looked at Mycah and then at Jessika, who had fallen asleep sometime prior after she finished the cube of energon Dreadwing insisted she consume. Her breathing slow and even, her wings hanging loose on her back in a semi-neutral position, her frame completely relaxed.

"Her frame now has a chance to catch up on some much needed rest. There is not much room for it during heat, so many bots will recharge for long periods for the next couple of solar cycles after the heat cycle ends. Her frame also needs to replace the nutrients used during Primal Heat and feeding the younglings, which was why I had her refuel so much." Dreadwing said.

His optics lowered to the table. "However, she is now in great danger."

"Why?" Mycah asked.

"If the Decepticons, more specifically Lord Megatron, discovered that she had completed her Primal Heat, she would be hunted down and used as a breeder. Femmes are built better for carrying sparklings and Seekers can carry three sparklings at once on average. Both combined … most Cons will not stop at the chance to claim a neutral, unbonded femme Seeker.

"Drakonae are rare. Femmes are rare in general, but a Seeker femme is an ultra-rare jewel that will have unbonded mechs fighting over her." Dreadwing turned to Mycah. "When you reach maturity, you will also be in danger unless you can find a mate, but it won't happen for several more mega cycles. From what Jeremy has told us, you would have been weaned within the past few vorn, so you have nothing to worry about.

"We had great difficulty resisting the bonding process with Wing Saber. Carriers in Primal Heat are supposed to bond during that time, but the Decepticon army is no place for a femme. Most femmes are terminated."

Jeremy raised a finger to get the twins' attention. "One question," he said, stroking his bread, which felt weird being wires instead of organic hair. "Why do you keep calling Jessika 'Wing Saber'?"

"Once we merged our spark with hers and the languages had transferred, we felt her designation, as well as what she would have called herself in she were a Cybertronian. It was more comfortable to call her a Cybertronian designation rather than her native one and she appeared to like it. The designation stuck." said Skyquake.

"Will we get Cybertronian names?" Mycah asked, her optics visibly getting brighter.

"In order to keep your identity hidden, yes. We can discuss your new designations once your siblings have awakened."

~~~~~SSSsssSSS~~~~~

Michelle awakened feeling much better than she had ever felt since coming to Cybertron. The youngling energon that her sister's frame produced was way better than the other stuff she had to drink and it didn't make her stomach hurt. She also had more energy after waking up this time.

She sat up and looked around. Joel was still sleeping to her right. Looking ahead, she saw the two Seekers sitting at the table with her three older siblings. Jeremy had his back to her and Mycah was across from him. The Seekers sat on the right hand side and Jessika sat on the left. She had this sudden urge to go cuddle Jessika. She knew Jessika didn't like it, but who cared. Maybe she'd get away with it.

Michelle got up and slowly got behind Jessika and tried to sneak her arms around her, but Jessika turned around before she could and looked at her with an optic ridge raised. Michelle gave Jessika her best puppy-eyed look, but Jessika gave her a look that said "really?" Michelle made her bottom lip quiver.

Dreadwing chuckled a bit. "Wing Saber, let her cuddle."

Jessika turned to face him, her wings tensing.

"She doesn't like being touched." Joel said, grinning from his place on the floor.

Michelle felt Jessika becoming more and more uncomfortable.

"Seekers need to touch and be touched. I know none of you were born Seeker, but you are Seeker now. You need to stop being human and start being Seeker. This includes touching and grooming each other. You will also need to start recharging in the same berth. None of you have trines, so recharging together will be vital to ensure young sparks mature properly."

Jeremy patted his thigh. "Come 'ere Michelle, you can sit with me." he said, opening his arms wide.

Michelle really wanted Jessika, but she really looked uncomfortable with the whole idea so Michelle went to Jeremy. He scooped her up and began to rain kisses on her head. Michelle pursed her lips and squinted her eyes. Her sisters laughed a bit and the other Seekers smiled a little.

"Group hug!" Joel shouted from behind, and wrapped his arms around the two of them. Michelle and Jeremy fought to free themselves of Joel's grasp. It broke, with Joel laughing. Jeremy proceeded to tackle the somewhat smaller and much scrawnier youngling. This resulted in a scuffle on the floor with Joel in a laughing fit. After a few moments, Dreadwing broke it up and had the boys sit down. Jeremy took Michelle into his lap again.

Dreadwing face went serious when he spoke, "As I was telling the older ones, you are not safe here. The Decepticons are always looking for more energon and if they pick up on the river underground, if you stay here, you will be caught. We must get you to Iacon, the Autobots' capitol city. No one can know that you came from Shockwave's lab. None of the Autobots will not trust you and they will not take you in if they knew. Your true designations must be kept hidden. We can chose new designations for you now that the two of are now online."

"Jessika already has chosen names for us." Mycah said.

Skyquake raised his optics. "And what are they?"

Jeremy looked Skyquake in the optic. "Bladestream." He said.

"Stardust." said Mycah.

Joel puffed out his chest. "Technoburst."

Dreadwing frowned. "That is not a designation becoming of a Seeker. That is more of a grounder one."

"But I picked it!" Joel protested.

"You can keep it for now. We will need to find you a new one."

"Mine is Wind Dancer. I love dancing!" said Michelle.

"Really? So do many other Seekers." Dreadwing said.

"We will need to find a different designation for Joel, but right now, since you have new designations, you will need weapons to defend yourself."

Dreadwing pulled a small round flat thing out of a pocket in his armor and placed it onto the table. He pressed a few buttons and a large hologram popped out with different weapon choices. Michelle couldn't read any of the words below each weapon, but she guessed they were the names of the weapons.

"You will choose a short-range and a long-range weapon. Next time we return, we will install them into your frames and train you in the basics of how to use them."

Joel pointed to a rather large, bulky canon. "I call this one!"

Dreadwing raised his optic ridges. "That model is much too large for your frame type, you will need to acquire your final upgrade before you can handle that one." Joel opened his mouth to protest and Dreadwing raised his servo to silence him. "You also need to build up your muscle cables before I even begin to consider training you for such a weapon. Right now, only the most experienced gladiators from the Pits of Kaon can wield that canon. For now, I suggest we look at smaller blasters."

Michelle looked at Joel, whose faceplates were twisted into a scowl. She looked back to the holographic image as Dreadwing picked a different gun that resembled a Star Wars blaster. The other weapons disappeared and the blaster moved to the top right corner of the hologram. Several different blasters appeared of various designs. Joel's optics brightened at the sheer amount of guns.

Dreadwing scanned over each of the blasters with a critical eye. "Hmmm. That will do." He said, touching a weird looking one that looked like it came out of one of the games Jeremy liked to play back home.

"This blaster has no official title, but it is a fairly decent one. It is equipped as a pair and it is one of the more powerful blasters, able to pierce the toughest armor. However, in exchange for power, the blaster only has a 60% rate of accuracy. What makes these blasters unique, are the blades," Dreadwing pointed to the hook-like blades on the top and underside of the blaster. "These blades are commonly used to help reload the blaster as quickly as possible, but with the proper upgrades, they can extend and be used for melee weapons. They are easy to handle for a first weapon, but require great amounts of training to use accurately."

He looked at Joel. "This will be a very good choice for you. Are you prepared to do what it takes to handle this weapon?"

"No one will wield it better than me." Joel declared with his chin and wings lifted high.

Dreadwing grinned. "I have no doubt."

He moved the blaster to a folder and went back to the main menu. He turned to Michelle. "You are still too young to handle many of these weapons. However, you should be able to use classic Seeker stingers." He touched a gun that looked like Bumble's from the Transformers Prime series that had a strange insignia to the lower right of the image. He scrolled through some of the stringers until he found a particularly small pair. "This one is what most Seekers get as a first set. These can have upgrades that will allow you to use poison darts instead of standard bullets. Do you know of ribbon dancing?"

"Yes!" Michelle cried. "It's pretty!"

"Then for a short-range weapon, I suggest a whip. You'll be able to combine dance and martial arts with the whip very nicely."

Dreadwing placed the stingers into the folder and found a whip for Michelle to use. "Mycah, I think you would do well with basic stingers and arm blades. Perhaps we can consider a shoulder canon." he said, placing the chosen weapons into the folder.

"Why do they get to choose, but I don't?" she half-whined.

"I want to gage your skills and abilities before I let you pick a weapon. Out of you five, you are the one who is on-the-border with most of the weapons. It would be best to gage your skills first.

"Jeremy, your frame type has the ability to carry an arsenal of weaponry. I will leave this with you so you may choose your weapons. I know you can't read Seeker cant yet, but Skyquake download English onto the disk and he will show you how to navigate the weaponry."

Jeremy nodded in understanding as Dreadwing returned to the main menu.

"Wing Saber, what weapons would you choose?"

Jessika thought for a second. "I'd like a bow and perhaps a, um, dual swords?"

"I think dual swords is a bit much for now. We will start with one and work towards two, or," Dreadwing pulled up a sword that looked like a two swords that had extra-long handles that joined at the ends, resembling a dual-saber. "you can use this. This is a dual-blade sword in which the blades fold in half at the handle to be stored on one's back. There are some powerful bow to choose from, although the only difference between most of the bows are cosmetics. This one seems to suit you." He said, picking a bow that looked like it was made of Seeker wing with jewels imbedded in it. "This bow is known for its silence and comes with a sheath that can equipt a variety of tips; including standard tip, poison darts, fiery darts, and electric darts."

He moved the bow and sword into the folder. Then he uncoiled a cable from his wrist and plugged it into the devise and downloaded the folder. Once he unplugged himself, he gave it Skyquake. Dreadwing faced the siblings.

"We must return to the Decepticons. Next vorn, we will return here with your new weapons and establish a training arena underground so that you can prepare yourselves for the journey ahead. We will teach you what we can. When you're ready, I will give you a map to Iacon. After that, you will be on your own. We will not be able to help you. We will plan evidence for the Autobots so that they can find you, but that will be all we can do."

At that, the Decepticon Seekers rose and helped prepare a proper Seeker nest so that the siblings all recharged in the same "nest". Although, the two kept Jessika separate for now. She recharged with them.

~~~~~SSSsssSSS~~~~~

The next day … orn; solar cycle is the technical term, but no one wants to say all that … the Decepticons left, leaving behind the weapons holo and instructions on how to conduct the next vorn (10 orn), this included learning Cybertronian time, how to speak and read Seeker cant, and some basic exercises. They were pretty much ordered to take flights on an ornly basis. They also had to merge their sparks on an ornly basis to keep their bonds strong. They were strong now, but Dreadwing wanted it stronger and it was to be done at night.

Turned out that Wing Saber had the Cybertronian time all wrong. A little over one Earth month passed in one orn. So in a little over a vorn, Earth has already gone through a year. Insane!

But they would still follow God's command of "6 days will you do all your work and on the 7th day, you shall rest". It just wouldn't be Earth days. They'd never get anything done. They were going to have to try to observe God's calendar on a Cybertronian scale. Bladestream would have to do the math cause it was frying Wing Saber's processer just thinking about it.

The family also had to start using their Cybertronian designations. And find Technoburst a new one.

Skyquake had given Bladestream his comm. number so that when Bladestream was done picking his weapons, he could send the selection off to Skyquake. Even Technoburst looked at the weapons. He couldn't read Seeker cant very well yet, so Bladestream had to translate the stats for him.

Dreadwing and Skyquake were going to return next vorn to have their weapons installed and have a training room built. The twins were going to design training programs that were going to push the siblings to their limits. And, hopefully, they would bring back a personal trainer for them as well.

~~~~~SSSsssSSS~~~~~

The day came when the siblings were to get their weapons. Technoburst was the most excited. Wing Saber had also given him a new designation that the twins approved of; Jetstorm. He had liked "Technoburst" better, but he'd settle for this one.

The Decepticons had brought a skilled medic to install the weapons. His designation was Razorblade. He was a grounder, but was highly skilled with Seeker anatomy.

He started with Wind Dancer first and worked from youngest to the oldest. He kept calling her "sparkling", much to her chagrin. The old bot kept going on and on about how refreshing it was to see young bots again. He was disappointed with Jetstorm's weight, but was hopeful about his progress.

With the instillation of the weapons of youngest three complete and hassle-free, he moved on to Bladestream. Upon examination, Razorblade's optics were wide with fascination.

"Ya don't need any more weapons, young'un, yer a walkin' armory already. Yer armor's made up entirely of weapons, and that ain't includin' the ones yer packin' in yer weapon holds. And … they're in top condition. I kin add a couple more, but, hee hee, ya don't need 'em. That be why yer armor's so thick 'n overlapped."

Razorblade was still quite tickled about Bladestream's weaponry as he prepared Wing Saber's weapons. Wing Saber was beyond nervous. She stood in a corner watching Razorblade work, armor pinned to her frame and wings low and tense. She was never this apprehensive about medical procedures before. Sure, she had been a little nervous before back on Earth, but never like this. It felt like her spark was going a mile a minute and trying to break out of its chamber. She tried hard to school herself, but as her turn drew nearer, the weaker her control became. Once Bladestream sat up and got off Razorblade's medical table, she was about ready to bolt. Razorblade looked up and locked optics with her. Her entire frame tensed like a coiled spring, her processor trying to figure out all the different ways she could escape.

Razorblade's grin quickly became a frown once he saw the terrified Seeker femme. If he approached her right now, he would have to sedate her and he didn't want to do that. Her stress level was too high already. Yet, he had to commend her. She had stayed longer than most other bots in his care. She had courage. Courage she would need later on. But now was not the time to teach her how to use the fear to her advantage. He needed her calm. He looked to Dreadwing.

:: Sir, ::

:: What? :: Dreadwing asked.

:: Please calm 'er down. Da young un's flight protocols are finxin' ta override 'er higher level though processah an' I can't work wit that. I'm surprised she ain't run yet. ::

:: *sigh* Alright. ::

Wing Saber watched as Razorblade and Dreadwing seemed to have a private conversation. Her curiosity was quipped at their silent conversation, but not enough to ask what they were talking about. Once their optics turned to her, curiosity was gone and fear was back in force.

Her right wing twitched as Dreadwing approached her. She backed away from him a bit and was prepared to make a run for it when Dreadwing placed his servo on her wing. She jerked her wing to get it away from him and in the process dragged the wing through his servo.

She froze. The sensations that just ran through her wing …

Dreadwing's servo was on her wing again. He was … petting it.

Wing Saber trembled. His petting was slowly killing her fear.

Dreadwing grabbed her and pulled him to his chestplates, pressing her audio to his chestplates directly above his spark. She fought him for a klik before stilling. He continued to stroke her wings, keeping himself between Wing Saber and the medical equipment. She eventually relaxed in his embrace. "Sorry …" she whispered.

"Hush. Many bots can't handle coming close to the medbay. Some bots' fear is stronger than others. Later, I will teach you how to use it to your advantage." He said, rubbing her backplates.

She sat there with Dreadwing a little while longer, then Dreadwing stood her up and lead her to the medical table. As soon as she saw what he wanted, she began to balk, but Dreadwing was firm about it and used his EM field to reassure her that it was safe.

When Wing Saber finally laid on the medical berth, she held Dreadwing's servo tightly. Razorblade began the examination. Once it was over and she was given a clean bill of health, he began to install her chosen weapons.

One problem though, Wing Saber's frame kept rejecting the weapons. Razorblade frown and hummed. He plugged a small thin cord from one the medical computers into a medical port among Wing Saber's neck cables and began to type away at the keyboard. Dreadwing and Wing Saber looked at each other. Razorblade returned to her side and began to scan her weapon slots. He shook his helm and signed with a slightly troubled look on his faceplates.

"I'm sorry, but, I can't install the weapons."

"What do you mean, 'you can't'?!" Dreadwing asked.

Razorblade flinched. "There's already somethin' occupyin' the slots, sir! Her frame seems to be makin' its own weapons much like a carrier's frame makes the body of a sparklin'. I can't install nothin' if there's already somthin' there."

That was a bit of a shock. Her frame was building its own weapons. How was it even doing that?

Dreadwing signed. "Can you tell what kind of weapons are being fashioned?"

"No, sir. All I can see is a mass of somethin'. No even the scanners or the machine can tell what is there."

He turned to Wing Saber. "You'll havta carry weapons de ol' fashioned way. Externally. You'll havta train with a variety of weapons cause ya don't know what yer frame's buildin'."

"Are we done here?"

Razorblade nodded and Wing Saber quickly left the medbay.

~~~~~SSSsssSSS~~~~~

After Dreadwing got a summary of the siblings' medical files, he brought them to their new training arena. There was still a lot of work that had to be done before it was usable, but they could still meet their trainer. He was an old triplechanger named Quickstrike. He had your typical grey coloration that was common for Seekers. He had many scars from the war before the Golden Age of Cybertron, the Quinteson War. The Quintesons were a race of four-faced sentient organics that enslaved the Cybertronians for millennia. He had fought in that war as a middle aged mech. Now he was considered ancient and of no more use to the Decepticons. He was more of a burden to them so Dreadwing brought him here to train the siblings before he returned to the Well.

Quickstrike tested each of them to see where there skill level was. There were "worse than rookies", but they had potential. He promised to get them to where they needed to be so that they could hold their own against the Decepticons; outnumbered and without help.

And he took his job seriously.

Once the training room was complete, Razorblade wiped the memory banks of the drones and had them returned to the Decepticon base and Quickstrike immediately put the siblings' various training programs into action. He drilled them hard and most days they returned to their quarters sore and exhausted. They complained a lot, but they tried not to do it in front of Quickstrike. It wasn't tolerated too well.

Orn became groon and the siblings became better and more skilled as time passed. After the first groon, the complaining subsided and a strong drive to succeed took its place. All five rose to the challenge set before them and could sometimes be caught sparing with each other. However, Quickstrike's time with them was going to be cut short.

After 6 groon, the twins discovered that Megatron had shut down Shockwave's "Operation Super Soldier" in which Shockwave kidnapped tens of thousands of organic sentient beings from all over the universe and tried to turn them into super soldiers for the Decepticon army. Turned out to be a waste of time and resources and only a handful survived the process and out of that couple hundred, only five did not go insane. Now Megatron wanted the five successes found and everything else destroyed. The desert haven was no longer safe.


That took forever. I'm gonna try to get the next one out in a hurry. Can't guarantee it, though. Please let me know what you think.