Chamaeleon
Dinner on papa's ship is always interesting, especially when Aquila was around. While the rest of us had to sit in chairs and have energon in our robot modes, Aquila got to sit on the table as a falcon. She would easily tear any kind of energon meat to shreds using her beak and talons. She was stranger than the rest of us, quite stranger.
"Hey dad, why does Aquila get to stand on the table?" Andromeda, the older daughter, asked.
"'Cause she's smaller than you guys, so if you were small, you'd be able to sit on the table too".
"Right".
Camelio made it a habit to watch Aquila while she ate. It was weird of him, but he'd been doing since Aquila was really small. Yeah, she kinda ate chewed energon from momma and papa's mouths, another strange nail in her coffin. I stepped on his foot to get his attention.
"What?" my twin brother asked.
"It's not polite to stare" I said.
"I wasn't staring. I was observing".
Momma rolled her optics. "Boys, be nice".
"Yes, momma" we both said.
"Hey daddy" Aquila said, "Why am I so…mixed up?".
You wouldn't believe the reaction to that question. Momma coughed up her energon, almost choking on it. Andromeda laughed so hard, energon milk came out of her nose. Camelio was laughing with her. I gave papa a concerned look. Papa didn't exactly answer.
"It's because you're…unique, like your daddy" he said.
"What's that mean?".
"It means there's only one of you. One just like you, and that's you".
"But you're just like me".
"Not questioning your powers of observation, Aquila. I'll give you details when you're older".
"Much older" Camelio mumbled.
"What was that, Cameliopardalus? Did you have something to say?".
"No, papa".
"Good. Keep your comments to yourself, unless you really want me to know about them".
We were quiet for the rest of the time. We were still bounty hunters in training, and Andromeda was on the top of the world. She even started collecting "trophies" of her own. They weren't mods, though, like papa collected. Rather, anything shiny. So she was a hoarder. She loved any kind of treasure. If a single earring dropped, and then disappeared, check with her. Chances are, she used papa's stealth cloak and took the earring.
Camelio was okay with it most of the time. He just hated taking other people's stuff, so really all he collected from prey was names and stuff. It was a memory thing he had going on I guess.
I was toward the bottom of the list. I really didn't want to be a hunter. Rather, I wanted to be…an actor. Strange, I know, but I really wanted to do that. I loved the arts in all of its forms. Drawing, theatre, and music. Writing was a must do for me also. Papa said I was like momma that way, since she loved to do all those things once. I wonder why she stopped.
As well as our family living on papa's ship, there was yet another bounty hunter in training: Oil Slick. He never really associated himself with us. He loved taking things apart, and was teaching Andromeda how to do it. She'd make a great mechanic because of it. Oil Slick, or Uncle Slick as we liked to call him, usually was on his own, but was respectful only to us. Very antisocial guy, don't screw with him when he's ticked.
But yeah, I think we all knew where we belonged in our home except for maybe poor Aquila, who didn't know the whole truth as to why she was so different from us. I couldn't help but feel bad for her.
A/N: I hope I got the character personalities down to where you guys can get it. Camelio is the evil twin (somewhat), Chamaeleon is the momma's boy, Andromeda's the daddy's/Uncle's girl/niece, and Aquila is the curious baby. I know I'm stereotypical. Sorry!