Chapter 13 : Restitution
A/N: Sorry for making people wait so long for the last chapter (and every other chapter XP), but I'd a bit of trouble with the story plot and where it was going. I also thank everyone for their reviews, 'cause it encourages and gives me a clearer sense of how to structure and the story plot and prioritise the events that are to come. However, I dislike remarks made on a personal level and if you have something to say, sign up. To everyone else, thank you thank you thank you for your reviews again! :D
She felt it.
Some human years ago, Starscream felt the presence of her daughter's life force leave her body instantaneously. She should know. She's a creator and Teratron, her creation. Their first offspring alerted them of her existence when her spark was strong enough to make a connection, and both parents felt it. Having made her, her creators both thought they had lost their child on Cybertron, when she participated in a mission that went fatally wrong. Megatron would have censured the carelessness of the female Decepticons in Teratron's charge, if they did not fall with his creation. Now, she's alive. She's alive, and yet…why can't they feel an ebb of her life force, the evidence of her essence reverberate in their systems?
"Maybe she knows the identities of her assailants and has hidden herself from detection," a black hand stroked a silver chin in contemplation. Megatron's second-in-command paced the floor like an agitated Ravage, with each step increasing her trepidation.
"But from us? Her own creators? Her life-givers?" Starscream halted her feet from walking in circles, her parental instincts swelling in her bosom. Ironically, partaking in this lengthy and tiresome civil war had not deprived Starscream of many personal comrades, but she had little friends to speak of with her need for discretion. The apparent loss of her creation seem to be some kind of twisted joke played on them by their gods, and Starscream was not laughing; she suffered the worst between the two. The red seeker placed herself in a darker corner of the room, with her silver wings silhouetting her shaking frame. Darkness, her private quarters, or some untouched landscape were the only places Starscream chose to hide her displays of weaknesses from her lord, but Megatron excused her anxieties without her knowledge.
"Are you crying?" he called out her actions in a matter-of-fact tone. The femme con paused in mid-quiver and swept her palms over her face. She hated it when he said things like that. If Starscream didn't provide a quick answer for Megatron, he would question her on more touchier subjects even if there was no benefit for him. The femme con loathed the fact that she didn't want to answer his first question and hugged herself tighter.
"…Is this the reason why you won't accept my proposals? Because of what happened to Teratron?" Placing his dark hands on her hips, Megatron found his lover's optics glowing a sombre red, and concluded her reflections in the past astrosecond.
"…I-…I think our children are such handsome creatures…" she spoke with a poetic whisper. "…They look so much like you."
"Of course they are. They are our children and as their creator, we know that they are of good breed," Megatron spoke indifferently. "You forgot charming too."
Starscream razzed in his direction and refolded her arms in a strong knot, the melancholy dissipating rapidly from her voice. "Yes, yes, charming with a big black brow."
"Teratron should be all right by herself…she looks well from her last telegram. Just give her some time and she will return sooner than you think." Tucking her black shaded helmet into his neck, the female seeker stowed away her contentious temper for her leader's comfort, reserved only for his consort.
"…Yes…yes she will…" Starscream sighed at the words she wanted to hear. Regardless of the fragile and unpredictable future, the aerial commander allowed a little unwonted delusion of hope to be accommodated into her life. A slight head tilt and a raised brow told Starscream he was curious to her intentions. He did not want to be in the company of a female wallowing in her sorrow, and neither did Starscream want to play that role. Swaying her body from the waist up, the seeker cooed to her leader in a tiny voice. "(My lord, can you hold me for a little while longer?)"
"Can I ask you for your hand in marriage?" he asked.
"Yes you can," she answered with a puckered lip.
"Will you say yes?" he grunted.
"Will I say no?" she squeaked.
"Typical female, with their double, triple, quadruple standards," Megatron gave up for the hour, releasing his partner from his hold to bat the air with a stray hand. That small hand motion did not stop Starscream's playful rocking, fuelling her incentive to tease the mech. With no warning to the silver Decepticon, Starscream gave him her prettiest come-hither expression yet.
"But what do you expect from a young, guideless, nubile female like me? Oh, the universe is so large and I don't know my goal in life! My lord, please! Hold me in your arms again, so I might faint in them!" If a weak cry and a blue hand pressed against her warm forehead was not sarcasm, Megatron didn't know what was. Still, there was always time to kill her stupid games.
"Oh, and I suppose you're loyal and innocent too? A nine million year old Transformer hardly constitutes as 'young'." Megatron was about to state the age of all of Earth's trees being younger than her, but the femme con stopped him from calculating an insult.
"Much younger than you, you old crab! We may be Transformers, but you're considerably older than me!" she snubbed him. "…It's like marrying your daughter."
"So you agree to my proposal then."
"NO! Well, not yes, but-!"
"I'm not in the mood for games played by love's fool, Starscream." The silver tyrant started the conversation for the purpose to quell her concerns for their missing child, and Megatron did not need an edgy female to worry for them both. He considered Starscream to be useless in her military occupation if her thoughts were distracted, but the seeker was irredeemably persistent.
"If the monitor's not on and you don't have a data pad in hand, that mean's your free game," she placed her hands akimbo to make an alluring pose at her partner, tilting her neck to accentuate her beauty. Megatron thought she looked a little vacuous. However, that pretty feisty thing with an irresistible red patina called Starscream, was in the process of becoming his permanent property.
"If…no, when Teratron comes back, you can ask me again…" she drew back to judge his expression. "…For the last time."
"Are you going to betray me again and fail, Starscream?"
"NO! For the love of-! Graaaah! Of all the stupid mechs!"
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A small pair of dark, winged feet tailed his seniors, littering the air with a limitless supply of questions and demands.
"Where are you gonna go on next raid? I wanna come! Please! Tell me tell me! Uncle TC? Uncle 'Warp?" Coldshock begged the two seekers, who did their best to reason with his squeaking cries five minutes ago. Pulling at Thundercracker's calf from making the next step, the older seeker only managed to drag the sparkling's heels down the violet hallways.
"C'mon kid, we can't let you know that. It's gonna be dangerous," stated Thundercracker. "Don't try to follow us, or we'll just tell Starscream and send you back."
"Yeah, the location's semi-secret info anyway. Semi, because we don't wanna see you get blown to micro bits," Skywarp added. "C'mon kid, let go of TC, we gotta job to do."
"Who's my sister? I have a sister, right? Tell ME-!" The wing mates stopped to turn and face the tinier mech, determined to get something from his incessant begging.
"…Who told you?" the blue seeker asked.
"Mommy. In her sleep," Coldshock lied. "I wanna know. Why does everyone act as if she was never born? Is she my sister? Why won't anyone-"
Coldshock leapt back in fright when Thundercracker suddenly descended to the youngling's height, wearing a dark, sober expression.
"…Now you keep quiet, do you hear me?" Thundercracker rumbled, in a commanding tone of authority over the sparkling. The blue jet made a quick scan for any other Transformer in the vicinity, before turning back to address his leader's creation. "…Your older sister was a fighter, just like our lord and your creator, Megatron. She was no pushover and could kick a mech's tailpipe across Cybertron, but…she died during a mission on Cybertron, along with the elite femme con team."
"We think someone must've targeted her, because everything went wrong with a simple raid, 'con." Skywarp continued from where Thundercracker left off. "Someone planted a few smart bombs around that area and crippled the other females so no one could save her. The uh, the blast evaporated their body shells to molecular bits, 'cause all it left was a big crater, and, ah…well…the ah, dust was all that was left of your sis and the other ladies."
The duo checked the younger flier, now unsure of whether he should feel depressed or literally run away from the unspoken truth. Thundercracker held the child's shoulder. "…Megatron and Starscream did all they could to find out who would do this. Even after Megatron dropped the investigation and moved on, Starscream did her best to find the perps, but there were no leads. Sorry, kid."
"We don't talk about it anymore," Coldshock stared at Skywarp. He had never seen the purple warrior look so downcast, being the Decepticon's local prankster. "It's kind of a…like a…an unwritten rule. Every time we mention your sis, 'Screamer would just leave the room and Megatron'll get angry at us for 'no reason'."
"…Look, 'Shock, just don't mention it, all right?" the youngest of the trio nodded to Thundercracker's words, feeling his face growing warm and his optics getting moist. "That's why Starscream does her best to protect you, even if you find it a little bit suffocating. She doesn't want to lose another creation. You, your sister, and any other creations made in the future by Megatron, become living targets the micro-minute you all are sparked."
"And that's why we don't want you followin' us on missions, a'ight? You don't wanna make your mum sad, right?" Thundercracker made a cutting notion to his wing mate as the youngling shook his head in agreement, wiping his tears away. "C'mon kid, don't cry. You're a tough 'con, hard as titanium nails and all. Plus, you're making TC's arm all wet!"
"Be good-…well, behave and stay here, kid," Thundercracker gave a sympathetic pat on Coldshock's shoulder, while the sparkling dried his face on the blue seeker's arm. Skywarp hastily sung a more jovial tone to goad the sparkling from the joyless mood. "Yeah, don't worry, squirt! We'll be back before you can say methylcyclopentadienyl manganese tricarbonyl!"
Thundercracker raised an optic at his purple companion. "…What?"
"Nu-uh," Skywarp shrugged.
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Now and again, creations can be obstinate with their spontaneous concepts of doggedly pursuing the unknown. Thundercracker's treasured advice did not go in vain, as Coldshock now held his life in greater consideration, and tucked himself out of harm's way with each raid. It was a dangerously delicate tour, and with Starscream in active command of each mission, the sparkling almost lost the squad in their swiftness towards their third objective. The Autobots were also taken into account, and Coldshock had to remain in-between the warring forces racing to their goals. One excuse the creation kept in mind, was the benefits of observing the mission live and at such close proximity, it was educational and entertaining. The strange way the humans ran for cover, with their mouths agape to flash their teeth, his father's troops gauchely stacking cubes to fulfil the agenda, and his mother conducting them in her style of efficient haste and unneeded patronising. Away from Starscream barking orders and the other soldiers, Coldshock notes Skywarp's new game with the humans, aptly called 'free flying lessons'. Finding pity for the humans incapable of flight, the purple seeker offers them a chance to be airborne, with a great swing of his foot making contact with their extended rumps.
Surveillance turned to espionage, when the sparkling learnt of the local currency in trading goods among humans, and they called it 'mahn-nee'(spelt m-o-n-e). Coldshock's natural curiosity brought him scavenging through the human's belongings after they politely vacated the area in terror, and found some folded leather containing someone's money. At first, he knew nothing of its value. They were just a few scraps of dirty paper, scribbled with crude symbols and topped with an aged fleshling's face like some form of personal identification; the young Transformer lobbed the human's 'valuables' over his shoulder with ease.
When Coldshock made a quick stop at a local town and found something to covet, the human male stationed at that shop asked for a certain amount of money in exchange. Further elucidation by the human sent the sparkling into considerable remorse on throwing away those 'tenners', and the late human called 'Benjamin Franklin' was not to be underestimated. (For a non-metal being, Mr. Franklin was the only conductible fleshling with the ability to harness the power of electricity, much like the Insecticon Shrapnel). Coldshock wanted that music so desperately, he would have taken unsociable actions to obtain it if the human did not suggest an alternative, and after a few hours as an industrious temp for the day, he gained his money and bought his music. Now all he had to do was buy a device that would play his music, bringing the youngling scurrying through the second plant.
Benjamin Franklin was his most valued hero.
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"Get off you stupid Autobot! Get off-! Get-! You dirty PERVERT GET OFF MEEEE!" the red F-15 wailed at the red Lamborghini lewdly mounted onto her chassis. "What's wrong Starscream, can't play a mech's game? JET JUDO BABY, WOO-HOO!"
"SON OF A GLITCH!" the aerial commander barrel-rolled with Sideswipe as they punctured holes into the clouds. If Astrotrain's departure was successful, all Starscream and the coneheads had to do was retreat from the scene of the crime they had committed, but unwanted complications played in the Autobot's favour. Thrust's bravery lasted as long as his ammunition, and the maroon jet was nowhere to be found, which left Ramjet in his brain-deficient enthusiasm to fly like a dart into a nearby cliff face, courtesy of Brawn. The red seeker's like-bodied comrades were loaded with energon and were en route to the Nemesis with Astrotrain, so their aid would not come immediately. Dirge fought at his dreary best until Red Alert and Inferno served him their fists and flattened him to the ground; needless to say, the Decepticons were severely undermanned. Stray shots and deflected lasers bolted across the landscape in a lawless fashion, disturbing the untouched environment surrounding them as both factions fought to claim a victor's rights.
"Thrust, you coward, come out from WHEREVER you are!" Starscream bellowed for the conehead to crawl out of his hiding place and contribute to the battle. A hearty violet beam flicked the Autobot off the red seeker's back, and in joyous relief, Starscream converted to root mode to join the battle on the ground. Hoping that the losses in this fight did not drastically lessen the profits they had collected, the Decepticon female quickly gave Dirge a deserving amnesty from either Autobot pounding him into a thin sheet of metal, and rendered one of their adversaries paralysed.
"Ya' miss us?" Skywarp chirped from his latest jump with Thundercracker following suit.
"KILL THEM!" came the shrill cry for spilt Autobot fluid. After another round of fisticuffs, the Decepticons made an opening from the skirmish and escaped from the fray. Deep optics reflected the scene in red, and Coldshock thought it would be better to make his departure. The fight was difficult and the sparkling fully enjoyed the battle…until the wandering laser fire ate half his arm. The pain came after the initial shock, curdling the creation's injury from bearable to head-numbing exasperation. Needing a speedy getaway, Coldshock initiated his alt mode only to aggravate the pain to his chest after mid-transformation, and refused to convert after the weight in his chest died down. The young Transformer deftly slipped through the Earth's natural crevices, putting distance between himself and the previous battle scene and sailed into the skies.
Lacking the fuel reserve to stay elevated, the tiny body shell stumbled back to the hard earth, knocking the surface with his forehead. Coldshock searched his blurred surroundings for distractions and salvation, but his systems refused his visual hunt, and the youngling drifted into blissful stasis lock. Small drops of energon served as a makeshift route to the unconscious Transformer, waiting in his sleep for the pain to disappear the next time he went online. Salvation came in the form of a fire truck and his Lamborghini friend.
"Well, whadda' we have here? Hey RED!" Inferno yelled at the fire chief car, unhappy at the fire truck's boisterous yell. "You don't have to roar at me, Inferno, I see him too!"
Both fire department vehicles circled the small creation at a ponderous pace. "…What should we do with 'em?"
Red Alert almost bolted from his alt mode at the possible implications. "What do you mean 'what should we do with 'em'? He belongs to the Decepticons! They must be nearby."
"Nah, they left us first." Inferno rumbled his engine to match his mulling. "Red, if this is who ah think it is, what makes ya' think they'd just leave the little critter here? He's got his whole ARM blown off!"
"I can see that!" said the Lamborghini. Inferno's suggestion came after a good second. "So, let's take 'im home!"
"In-FERNO! We can't just take him home! He's not some stray pet and NO pets are allowed within the certain areas of the premises and I certainly won't allow-!" Inferno backed away at his friend's badgering.
"We already have an Antilian bumble-puppy runnin' 'round Teletraan 1, and you're just repeatin' everything ah say," Inferno gently hoisted the wounded sparkling onto his back. "C'mon, let's get the little critter all fixed up!"
"Do you think Ratchet doesn't have his hands full after today's fight?" Red Alert's tires produced a screech in protest.
"Y' think Ratchet would let an innocent little sparkie die just like this, in th' middle of nowhere?" Inferno voiced their medic's transparent moral. "Or should we jes' wait here and see what happens?"
"Don't say I didn't warn you!" Red Alert continued to rail at Inferno, despite him tailing the larger Transformer. "And F.Y.I. Inferno, we're in America!"
"Ah heard, ah heard…"
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The Decepticon cassette tape deck ignored the second-in-command's bickering, calculating the latest quantity of energon and the damages attained by the team in the process. No one needed Soundwave to sense the aerial commander's discontent, as she openly censured at the mechs' mistakes, excluding hers. "WHAT took you so long, Skywarp? I entrusted you with some of the energon, because your abilities to teleport your team mates were necessary to bring them back to the battle!"
"C'mon 'Screamer, it's not like I can fraggin' do magic!" Skywarp snarled at being the current scapegoat for their shortcomings. "If I warped really far, we might have overshot the Nemesis! And Astrotrain's fat aft was too FAT anyway!"
Starscream's face burned a new colour of fury when Skywarp finished talking in his defence. "I TOLD YOU NOT TO TELEPORT ASTROTRAIN BECAUSE HE'S CARRYING MOST OF THE ENERGON AND HE WAS NOT TO SUPPOSED RETURN TO FIGHT DID YOU NOT HEAR ME SKYWARP?"
"(He didn't teleport me anyway-)" a groan ululated from inside the med bay, making Skywarp slam his fist to shut the door on the Astrotrain and the unconscious Dirge. "Thanks ya' triple-faced geek!"
"AND AS FOR YOU, YOU STUPID EXCUSE!" Starscream drove the last of her carefully confined frustrations at Thrust. "I WILL PERSONALLY REPORT YOUR SHAMLESS COWARDICE TO MEGATRON AND HAVE YOU PLACED IN SOLITARY CONFINEMENT, UNTIL YOU BECOME A USEFUL SOLDIER OR ROT THERE AND FORFEIT YOUR RATIONS TO THOSE WHO DESERVE IT!"
Relaying the total energon percentage gained from the outcome, Soundwave made a bee-line straight to Megatron's office, happy to have brought himself away from the femme con's carping. In spite of Starscream's disappointments with the mission, most troops under her guidance would procure a healthy contribution to Megatron's goals. The only downside was the berating remarks the team had to accommodate, if they did not live up to her high expectations. The communications officer found it amusing to see her throwing a great fuss, and not revealing the results immediately made the cassettes residing in his chest snigger to the unshared knowledge.
"Blow it up your exhaust pipe, female!" Ramjet interrupted the aerial commander's elongated screaming. "You weren't so great y'self!"
"Shut up, you useless rock dart! If Thundercracker had not picked that disgusting Autobot off my back…!" Starscream lowered her voice when said Decepticon denied credit for that deed with a solemn head shake. The red seeker regarded Thrust and Skywarp, both switching from tense expressions to mixed confusion. The Decepticon female cringed at the rude black finger stabbing her cockpit, and glared back at the white conehead. "Ya' lousy female you think you're so hot! Go back to the slagging kitchen where you belong-AAAAAARGH!"
A purple laser sliced through the air, instantaneously incinerating Ramjet's offending hand into dust. The white conehead's system was known to exhibit a numb response to injuries, but the precise beam sent a transparent message to his pain receptors, and the handless jet arched back in a primal howl to absorb the pain surging down his arm. All Decepticons save for the one curled in writhing agony, followed the clear voice ringing down the hallway.
"You've got a strong head, but your hands aren't so durable…"
A soft beat trembled in Starscream's chest. It was undeniably familiar, haunting her during the battle, but she was too preoccupied to acknowledge it. Now in the dead silence, it was truly clear. The Decepticon who wielded such firepower, removed Sideswipe's antics and Ramjet's crass misbehaviour.
"…Teratron?" Starscream whispered, her shivering blue hands reaching out to her creation's silhouette. "…Teratron…!"
Taking the initial steps, the red seeker increased her walking stagger to a stumbling sprint towards the silent female, who took shy steps to her creator. As Starscream reached her daughter, the darker female bent her knee to tap the ground, and bowed in obeisance to the air commander. Teratron silently observed the blue feet halt in front of her person, and peeked at the mechs waiting behind them; Skywarp was giving the horizontal Ramjet one more kick, before the darker conehead retrieved his comrade and walked away to do their own business. The younger Decepticon cloaked her trepidation in Starscream's gaze, who stood dumbly in front of her waiting daughter. Anticipating tension turned to comfort, when the red seeker bent her knees to press her creation's head to her stomach, before crumbling to embrace her daughter.
Thundercracker and Skywarp gazed at the females locked in their own arms. The blue warrior was slightly taken aback by their second-in-command's fragile reaction, and erased all doubts in concern to a creator's bond with their creation, watching their peace remain undisturbed. Skywarp concentrated more on the younger female who was known for her muted aloofness, mostly misinterpreted as antisocial haughtiness; the dark grey female only earned that label by simply being Starscream's creation. Apart from that knowledge, plain observation deemed the creation to be a near physical incarnate of Megatron, and a satirical answer to 'if Megatron was a female in disguise' joke.
Before her tragic departure, Teratron was as silver as Megatron's helmet, literally wearing her father's colours and design. In the present situation, a darker shade of grey enveloped the creation, reminding the purple seeker of Megatron's gladiatorial days. Time changed the female so drastically, robbing her of her homely innocence for a darker solace, the quiet face of a sparkling to a composed and reserved female. Falling in Starscream's arms, what Teratron once was or is now was forgotten in their moment, where she is the first creation of their lord and his partner, who collected her daughter from the floor to a standing position.
"…Mother, I will talk to lord Megatron, and accept punishment for my absence in military service." Starscream's jaw almost fell from its joint at her creation's words. "Teratron, you don't have to. You, we-…Megatron will understand-!"
"Don't be so hard on yourself, Teratron, you just came back," Thundercracker added. "As far as we know, you've had a brief encounter with Primus."
The youngest Decepticon disagreed otherwise. "It did not take years for my internal systems to heal from that particular experience. After my recovery, I had begun investigations to the identity of the culprits, and the reasons behind the failed assassination attempt."
"Do you know who they are?" Starscream leaned at her daughter in excited concern, gripping her arms tighter.
"I am currently in pursuit of them, mother," Teratron admitted. "I had to conceal my existence before to prevent another attempt to harm my person, and I apologise for making you worry. However, my absence from the forces has been extended and the initial threat has passed, which is why I've returned. I have to atone for my misdemeanours, and hopefully legalise my vigilante activities."
"…If you are looking for your father to approve your actions, you have my support." The Decepticon females started walking to Megatron's location, leaving the mechs to their own devices. "I don't think Megatron would deny your case…do you have concrete evidence?"
"By the data pads, mother."
The Decepticon warriors watched creator and creation walk down the halls, hand in hand in their own family bliss. Skywarp's gaze seem to last forever on the younger Starscream, which did not go undetected by his blue friend.
"…I know that look," Thundercracker denied Skywarp the chance to reply to whom the purple seeker was staring at. "'Warp, she's Starscream's creation, and 'Screamer's the sparkling between the three of us!"
"What? So I can't get a look at a bit o' M.I.L.F.?" the purple jet denied Thundercracker's accusations anyway. "…I'm not talking about the 'milf' you goof ball."
Skywarp shrugged. "Hey, momma's got a fine walk, baby's gotta fine walk-"
"Yeah, exactly. BABY. Meaning, young, underdeveloped, pre-adult form." Thundercracker shook his head with his hands at his shameless comrade. "If the three of us are as you say we are, that means what you're doing is-"
"Incest?"
"'Took the words right out of my vocal processor, you sick piece of slag. Stop it…just, STOP. 'Con. Seriously…'Warp!" Unaware of the two mechs' bantering, Starscream and Teratron indulge in their own idle conversation. "You have a younger sibling now, Teratron."
"I saw his pictures in daily gossip columns among other reports," Teratron look ahead, collecting her thoughts. "He's cute."
"Oh, he's cute all right." The aerial commander rubbed her forehead in emphasis of Coldshock's mischievousness. "Where is my brother now?"
"He should be in recharge in mine, yours, his quarters, right now…" A small visual feed flicks open from Starscream's arm, and the red female taps the screen with a single digit, in emphasis of the lumps underneath the sheets. "Sleeping. I love him the most at this time."
"He was sleeping before your mission?" Teratron asked.
"Yes," said Starscream, pondering about her second creation. "Oh, your brother's a very, deep sleeper. After causing enough havoc for in the Nemesis, a few extra astroseconds in recharge work the best to conserve energy for my little sparklings…it aids their development. You took a lot too, remember?"
"…I remember. Yes, I did." The darker female recognised the crescent smirk playing across her creator's face. "You slept like a rock."
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Lying lifelessly on the recharge berth, Coldshock's playthings took their recharge sessions like arid rocks, too. Transformers had no need for insulation such as blankets, but the real Coldshock insisted, currently occupied in the medical bay in the majestic Ark.
A/N: This chapter's extra long, but I felt it was worth it. :) A girl? Handsome? Yes, it can apply too, because the word is not gender-based. Prior to misconception, (it was recorded that) Benjamin Franklin was not stupid enough to actually HOLD the kite which was to conduct electricity.
[Updates]: I've noticed a number of people (a very large number of people), are confused about Teratron's existence and I apologise for being vague. Teratron's birth was documented in Chapter 9, before I added an unmentioned time gap, which is why you might think Teratron's birth was Coldshock's. So, as a small recap, Teratron was born, she met an unfortunate accident, then Starscream popped another creation called Coldshock.