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==Praxus==
In the darkness of a Praxian back alley, a dangerous creature stalked.
The femme had been late leaving from work, having been persuaded by her boss to do some overtime. Unwisely, she had stopped to admire the plants that were on sale in the night market. As the sun fell gracefully from the sky, the two moons of cybertron rising behind it from the opposite horizon. After fending off the vendor she had decided to take a shortcut, one that she had taken many times before.
The street lamp had been broken by some rebellious younglings two nights ago and it put the beautiful femme on edge, the once well lit alley turning dark and creepy. Making sure her subspace pocket was tightly locked she picked up her pace, humming to herself as she saw the end of the alley and let out one last sigh of relief.
The darkness struck, coiling and muffling the femme's screams as a pillar of shadow engulfed her, spears of purple tinged flames destroying her very spark, milking the fragments of darkness that were buried even within the purest of sparks from her frame, the screams cutting off with a choked gurgle.
The frame collapsed to the ground, grey and useless as a large figure strode from the dark, his ruby optics glinting in carnal pleasure as a goblet made of darkness' flames morphed in his hand, black ooze that the dark flaming spears had absorbed from the femme pouring into his goblet.
"I see you are still harvesting the darkness of the mortal's sparks, my Lord." Another voice, screechy and deceptive said silkily, a flier's frame landing lightly on an abandoned dumpster beside the dead frame of an innocent femme late home from work.
"Trickster Lord, Starscream." The dark mech rumbled, clearly not pleased to see the flier that flexed his claws and smiled coyly at him.
"Lord of Eternal Darkness." The Trickster bowed lowly, a fanged smile offered in return for keeping his spark within his frame. "Megatron, it has been centivorns."
"My blasted brother is the cause." The mech snarled the goblets contents emptied with a swift swallow and the dark chalice crushed in clawed fingers as the frothing dark shape took the form of a giant silver mech with burning lava pools that put all other red optics to shame. "The Light Lord weakened me, banishing my presence and bursting my form into fragments with the help of that blasted Ice Lord. They must pay!"
"Do you have a plan my Lord?" the trickster known as Starscream asked delicately, his silver tongue keeping him out of harm's way for the moment.
"Of course." The Lord of Eternal Darkness growled, pinning the weary flier to his perch with his malevolent gaze. "And you, my dear Starscream, are going to help me."
==Castle of the Prime= The Gardens==
Sparring wasn't Bluestreak's strongest point. He could summon a shield of water and shoot pellets of rain like bullets, but hand to hand combat was his worst subject.
After getting thrown to the floor of the metallic dust arena for the umpteenth time by the Ice Lord, he rolled up into a sitting position with a forlorn groan, his doorwings drooping miserably from his back.
"I can't do it." He protested as he felt the cold presence of his mentor walk up beside him, the ground growing chilly and frosting over slightly where he stepped.
"Of course you can." Prowl said with a lilt of amusement in his usually stoic tone his wings tilting in a soft fondness for the youngling so desperately wanting to spread his wings, "You just need practice."
"But I'm better than this." Bluestreak whined as he heaved himself to his pedes, knowing he wouldn't get any help from his mentor less he wanted numbingly cold servos for the remainder of the orbital cycle unless he went to see the Lord of Medicine, who's healing hands would bring a bot back from the brink of deactivation. "I was top of my class back in Praxus!"
"We Lords use a different, more ancient style." The Ice Lord explained, casting his gaze upwards through the branches of the reaching crystal trees to view the sun, checking his time before he was needed in the council chambers. "I'm sure Sideswipe would help you while I am away."
"Sideswipe laughs." The grey mechling pouted, the water in the shrine pool behind them frothing at the youngsters temper.
Prowl offered his student a small barely there smile as he watched the curling tendril of water that began to rise in a miniature hurricane as Bluestreak's emotions boiled, "You are young Bluestreak, it is amusing for a mech his age to observe a beginner."
This seemed to cool his pupil's emotions as the little angry water display dissipated and Bluestreak's expression lightened into a small smile as water slithered from the shrine pool and the surrounding air to curl around the Ice Lord's doorwings, forming the iconic icy feathers that were patterned into the forming ice by the Ice Lord's will. "Good Orn to you, my student."
As the Bringer of Winter departed, Sideswipe appeared, leaning on his usual pillar engraved with images of the moon and the sun. "He's fond of you." The Moon Lord commented with a ready grin, juggling spheres of moonlight before forming them into a simple ribbon of light that followed his fingers as he waved them around. "You've got a powerful ally."
"Hey, I have you and Sunstreaker too." Bluestreak grinned trotting over to his friend who waved off the ribbon of moonlight, "Though I'd like to see some more of Sunny. I only saw him for a few breems last night."
Sideswipe shrugged with a smile as Sunstreaker, gave a warm push of fondness over their sibling bond towards Bluestreak. "So, what does Prowl want me to teach you today, Water Mechling?"
Bluestreak's faceplate soured, his glossa poking out between his lip plates as the younger mech turned back to the metallic dust arena, "Some Circuit Su attack forms."
"My favourite." Sideswipe smirked as the younger mech gave a wince and dutifully followed him out into the arena, both unaware of a dark shadow that even the Shadow Lord couldn't control, watching from the sidelines, his optics gleaming a scheming devil red.