Welcome dear reader to the sequel to On Seeker Habits. If you aren't familiar with this universe i suggest you go and read it and then returns to Origin afterward. This is a rather AU story featuring the seekers as a seperate race with tradition and culture of their own, which is heavily described in On Seeker Habits. Origin is leaning heavily on the prequel.

For those of you familiar with On Seeker Habits, I bid you welcome to the prologue to Origin. The prologue is going to feature the orns following Thundercracker's return to Cybertron and the fate of their people. Future chapters will not rely completely on it, since i plan to have chapter 2 jump to 8-9 lunar cycles after the happenings in the prologue. I just felt you needed to know how everything went after their return and how the seekers fared in the absence of their Winglord.

I hope you will feel as satisfied as i am after you have read it.


The full summary:

Sequel to 'On Seeker Habits'. Starscream is together with Thundercracker and Skywarp back among their people. But the seekers haven't been left unscarred by the missing presence of their leader and the orns following their return is filled with spilled energon as Thundercracker cements his position as their Winglord. Peace seems to settle afterwards, but little do they know that something is going to drag the seekers into the war between the Autobots and Decepticons once again. Starscream is haunted by nightmares and a sense of dread which leads him to leave Cybertron. What he discovers on Earth is leading to a startling revelation and the final end of the war between the two grounder factions forever. Now is just to see how the Autobots and Decepticons are going to survive and handle Thundercracker as their ultimate leader.


Klik - 1 second

Breem - 2 minutes

Cycle - 1 hour

Orn - 31 hours

Solar cycle - 1 week

Lunar cycle - 1 month

Stellar cycle - 1 year

Vorn - 83 years


Pure carnage.

Worse than the worst massacre he has witnessed during the Autobot and Decepticon war.

It is impossible to compare the scene in front of him with anything he has ever seen before.

Beside him, Skywarp leans casually against Spitfire, the carrier's smaller creations covering him completely as they watch their Sire fight against challenger after challenger.

The black and purple seeker doesn't twitch once, not even when Thundercracker roars in pain as his left wing is almost torn from his back. The next moment the severed wing sails towards Starscream and lands just short of his thruster, ripped from the blue frame by Thundercracker himself.

That Starscream somehow understands. The wing is useless anyway, and is just going to be a hindrance in the vicious fighting, and any hindrance is going to cost the Winglord his life.

Fangs are bared and Thundercracker tenses in preparation before he lunges at his opponent, ripping into the challenger's neck, and ruthlessly severs the helm from the frame.

The victorious roar reverberates all over the gathered group of their seekers, their people.

Then the next challenger is pushed forth, hateful yellow optics staring at the battered frame of the Winglord. Thundercracker is a mess, and with his wing severed, is unable to take to the sky and weaken his opponent with his sigma.

/What do you plead?/ Thundercracker growls, crouching in preparation for the new fight, flexing his claws menacingly.

/Staraxis was weak. I don't regret killing him,/ the challenger answers, tone a defiant sneer.

/Staraxis was a strong and worthy clan leader. Ganging up on him like you and so many others did to your own peoples leaders in my absence is not how our society works. Fair and worthy challenges, not outright murder!/ Thundercracker roars, energon splashing from several wounds as he prepares for the intense fight.

This is the final challenge, the last in a long row of executions of seekers going rogue in his absence and the fact that he is still standing, however battered, is a testimony to their people that Thundercracker is still very much their Winglord.

The energon-drenched ground and the pile of carcasses in the periphery of the battle field is another warning to never break their ancient rules. Death is a fact in their lives, but the rules are strict so the deaths don't become pointless murder.

When the fight begins, Starscream almost looks away, but the harsh words Skywarp told him before all this began are stark in his processor and he forces himself to look on, even if his spark bleeds at the sight of Thundercracker once again risking his life.

/You are a member of the Winglord's trine. Never show weakness, don't look away no matter how bad it looks. This is how we are; you need to harden yourself to be able to watch the death matches. Everyone's optics are going to be on us, and especially you since you are new to them./ Skywarp had sternly explained.

Out of the corner of his optics he can see Skywarp smile and nod to him before the black and purple seeker turns to watch the fight.

::It will be over soon. Relax, Starscream. Thundercracker is strong, and if you didn't believe it before, you can see it for yourself now. He isn't going to lose. He has something to fight for – righteousness.:: Skywarp soothes over the bond, closing out Thundercracker for a moment so as not to distract the dominant from the ongoing fight.

::I'm trying. But all that damage… His wing. His plating. He is bleeding out. How can you be this calm in the face of all that damage?:: Starscream protests weakly, while he powerlessly watches Thundercracker receive new wounds to his already battered frame. At some point it becomes too much for him, and he simply flees reality by retreating into the safety of his own processor, the sound of the intense fighting going on in front of him blessedly blurring into almost nothing.

::The same way Spitfire and our younger creations are watching this. I'm used to seeing these fights. Granted, this is to the extremes, but the accusations are also severe and our absence has weakened Thundercracker's position as Winglord in the society. This way he regains our people's faith while also sentencing the guilty for the murders of their clan leaders in unfair challenges.:: Skywarp calmly explains.

Any further talk between them is disrupted by another roar from Thundercracker. When Starscream refocuses on the two combatants, the sight chills his energon. A long, deep gouge in Thundercracker's chestplates is bleeding profusely, vulnerable circuitry and sparkchamber exposed by a torn-open hinge.

::Skywarp…:: He panics over the bond, this time forgetting to block out Thundercracker. He is too distressed to realize that what he is doing is distracting Thundercracker, and Skywarp's warning hiss is drowned out by an unholy roar from the dominant.

::MINE TO PROTECT! MINE TO SHIELD!:: Thundercracker bellows through the bond, shocking both submissives. The infusion of rage in the Winglord is almost suffocating.

The next moment Skywarp shields Starscream and Spitfire is in front of Skywarp and his creations, just as the sonic boom is unleashed in close proximity, flattening anyone unprepared and jarring the two submissives and the young dominant shielding them.

::Not good,:: Skywarp communicates through the bond, trying to find his footing and checking the wellbeing of his creations. Small confused chirrs leave the seekerlings and seekerlets and Spitfire shakes his helm, trying to regain his focus and be prepared to protect his Sire's submissives again should it be needed. His own mates aren't present, which is why he doesn't have any conflicting priorities.

Starscream places a servo to his chestplates and checks on his newspark. Nothing seems to have jarred it; it is just himself who is shaken from the sheer force unleashed by his mate.

::Sorry. I forgot,:: he apologizes, optics wide as he turns to look at Thundercracker. The dominant's protective coding has activated because of his unblocked fearful outburst and Thundercracker is thoroughly mauling his opponent, claws and fangs slicing and tearing at the defenseless seeker.

Slowly he is aware of the spectators recovering, and he can feel their terror at the vicious sight of their Winglord caught in the madness created by the protective coding.

::I don't think anyone is going to challenge him for a while after this.:: Skywarp adds in a voice unusually light. ::Not as long as you are carrying.::

Starscream chuckles nervously and with relief, watches as Thundercracker finally finishes with his opponent's carcass and carelessly throws it onto the pile with the others.

His relief, however, is short, because with the fight over with, Thundercracker turns to him, optics flashing white with coding.

Spitfire moves a safe distance away from his carrier and carra. His creator isn't going to be able to recognize him as long as the coding flows through Thundercracker. Starscream suddenly feels extremely vulnerable, and the emotions flowing through the bond makes Thundercracker bare his fangs in a hiss.

/Go to him,/ Skywarp urges, gently pushing at him to move before Thundercracker begins to walk to him.

Starscream is self-conscious about all the optics fixed on him as he takes stumbling step after stumbling step, bringing him within reach of his dominant. Fearful, he lifts his helm and looks up at Thundercracker, the smell of the energon flowing from the wounds nauseating.

The white optics follow the line of his frame, mapping him out before claws begins to trace his plating, checking him for any hurt. The dominant's helm cants and the white gaze fixates on his chestplates, the claws kneading the plating, clearly sensing the life pulsing within his sparkchamber.

Slowly white is replaced by yellow and Thundercracker whirrs his helm to clear his processor of the after-effect of the protective coding.

Starscream is unable to stifle a small sob at the sight, and the tiny sound is enough to momentarily reactivate the coding again, white flashing in the dominant's optics before it goes completely dormant.

The mangled remains of Thundercracker's left wing hinge rattles and he kneels in front of Starscream, embracing the now trembling tricolored seeker and folding his right wing to shield them from the attention of their people.

/Are you okay, Starscream?/ Thundercracker gently asks, his helm resting against the submissive's chestplates, sighing at the sensation of the two pulsing sparks.

/Yes,/ Starscream answers, his helm feeling strangely light. Before he knows it, awareness is leaving him. Thundercracker, sensing him slip away, supports his slack frame before gently lifting him and leaving the battle field. Skywarp follows silently, wings held high in a daring challenge to the optics warily watching them as they leave the area to care for their third.

Thundercracker's position is secured and reinforced.

Now they just need to find the seekers able to fill the dozen open clan leader spots in their society and peace can settle. Until then, the 'Swiftstrike' clan is larger than ever before, with the momentary merge of the leaderless clans. Until the new leaders are found, Thundercracker is their direct leader to prevent any further destruction of the ranks.

Swiftstrike looks up when the trio walks towards Thundercracker's resting area, the clan leader taking in his creation's severe damages with worry.

He himself only survived the divide of their people due to Spitfire's support. The Winglord's eldest dominant creation easily discouraged everyone from trying to hit the leading clan leader's position in Thundercracker's absence.

The fact that Thundercracker suddenly went missing, and no transfer of the glyph happened to reinforce Swiftstrike's command over their people was what led to the infraction and destruction of the ranking in several of the clans.

In that, Megatron succeeded in his goal.

But now Thundercracker is back, and slowly normalcy is taking over.

Most of the dissidence is calming.

And the new member completing the Winglord Trine is easing the worst rebelliousness among their people. They have waited for Thundercracker to complete his trine for so long, and now that he has, curiosity turns towards the Winglord Third and the new member in their society.

So far, no one has dared to talk to Starscream. The fact that he is carrying together with the instability in their society make Thundercracker guard him fiercely. But the dominant's protectiveness isn't silencing the talking among their people and can't stop the curious glances shot at the unusually tricolored seeker.

Thundercracker lowers Starscream gently into the soft nesting material, servos caressing the innocent faceplates, and a small smile forms on his lips when a soft sigh escapes the submissive's black lips.

/Let me tend to you./ Skywarp murmurs, sitting down beside the recharging Starscream and tugging gently at Thundercracker to do likewise. The wounds are still running with fresh energon, and need to be closed soon or Thundercracker is going to bleed out.

/Allow me to strengthen you, my Winglord?/ Swiftstrike asks submissively, offering his wrist for Thundercracker to feed from. Right now Thundercracker is the most important seeker in their society, and his survival is essential to their further existence.

/Creator…/ the blue seeker whispers, yellow optics bright, lips slightly agape. Things must truly have been bad for his creator to change like this.

/No, Thundercracker. You need this. Things are stabilizing, but your current weakness is a threat to our people as a whole. We need you back on your thrusters and in the air as fast as possible. You have seeded fear in them for the moment, but soon they are going to see how weak you are and true challenges are going to come forth," Swiftstrike protests adamantly, his yellow optics hardening as he severs the energon lines in his wrist with a claw. The scent of the desperately needed fuel is what finally breaks the Winglord.

When Thundercracker sits down to feed from his creator, Skywarp instantly pounces on the mangled remains of the left wing, nanites ready to seal the horrendous damage. While he works, Spitfire walks up to their resting area, the discarded wing in his claws, and he gently places it beside his creator. It is useless and un-attachable, but the metal in it is precious and is going to support Thundercracker in the regrowth of the new.

After that the young dominant hesitates for a while, torn between leaving or staying until Thundercracker nods and gestures for him to rest with them.

/Carri is bringing your mates,/ Thundercracker adds to the nervous flicker of the red wings.

/Good, because I can't fragging deal with all this damage alone./ Skywarp grumbles as he seals torn line after line. /Sit down and relax, Spit. Your Sire isn't going to hurt you,/ he adds when Spitfire just keeps standing as if ready to flee at any sign of hostility from the Winglord.

Moments later, the sound of hushed voices grows and they all look up to see Thundercracker's carrier and Spitfire's two mates walking towards them. Their wings are communicating in a frenzied flurry and worry is the most obvious emotion visible in them.

/Sky Above! My poor little 'Loud in the air'!/ the carrier exclaims when they look towards the gathering at the resting area and before Thundercracker knows it, he is almost tackled to the ground with his carrier on top of him, fussing and checking every single scratch on his frame with horror.

This is the reason why he banned the blue and yellow seeker from watching the fighting. But he can't prevent his carrier from fussing over him afterwards, and with an exasperated sigh he allows claws to gingerly inspect every inch of his frame.

/I'm not dying, Carri. Please stop fussing so Skywarp can carry on with the repairs,/ he argues after a while.

/And your wing… Oh my poor creation./ The carrier keeps fussing, not even listening to the protests. It is only when Skywarp gently places a servo on a trembling wing and reaches the other with the nanites to the carrier that the fussing stops and silence takes over as the four submissives tends to the Winglord's injuries.

With a deep sigh and a thankful thought to Skywarp through the bond, Thundercracker relaxes and dozes off. The care to his frame is soothing the worst of the hurt, and the energon in his tank is strengthening him, but the loss of essential fluids has been great and that as well as the damages is taxing for him.

Swiftstrike shares a worried glance with Spitfire when Thundercracker so carelessly enters recharge in their presence.

It is true that they are close, but a dominant usually never trusts another dominant to be this close while he rests, especially when in such a vulnerable state.

It speaks volumes about the extent of the damages Thundercracker has suffered, and the clan leader fears that it will take a long while before the Winglord is able to rule them. That means that he will have to stand a united front with the seekers who supported him during Thundercracker's absence, until Thundercracker is well enough to take over.

Drawn from his worry, he narrows his optics and turns his attention towards the sound of approaching steps.

Silvershade and Crossfire stop a respectful distance away, wings held properly submissive as they watch the hurried work on Thundercracker's frame to seal the wounds.

/Salvacia and Allevaria have asked me to offer their services to the Winglord,/ Silvershade speaks after a moment's silence, optics on the severed wing. Allevaria might be able to reattach it if it happens soon.

Skywarp looks up from his work, momentarily stunned at the offer, and then he smiles widely and rises to greet the two dominants properly.

/The Winglord Trine welcomes the generous offer. Tell your mates that Thundercracker accepts their offer of healing,/ he replies, accepting the offer to restore Thundercracker faster. He trusts Silvershade and his mates, his own encounters with the pair of healers something that binds them close.

/I and my mates offer to take care of your creations in the time it takes Thundercracker to recover,/ Crossfire speaks up when the first offer is accepted. He is aware that his offer is more delicate. It all relies on the trust Skywarp has in him to not hurt or kill the Winglord's creations, and his ability to protect them from those who might want to.

Swiftstrike bristles at the offer, the elder dominant protectively hugging one of the seekerlets to him, optics narrow and distrusting, but it is up to Skywarp to decide. They are his creations and he has the first and last say in any matter regarding their welfare.

/'Violent Wind' is still too young to leave me, but the others are fine. I accept your offer with the demand that they all recharge by my side during the night./ Skywarp answers, affectionately rubbing his cockpit where his youngest still rests.

Crossfire accepts the demand and trills a tune to get the seekerlings and seekerlets' attention. They flock to him in response, curious yellow optics eager and bright as they leave the mature seekers to work undisturbed on their Sire. Then Crossfire turns away from the grisly sight of Thundercracker's mangled, energon splattered frame and leaves the area to meet up with his trine. Silvershade escorts him away, before seeking out his own mates to send them to assist Skywarp and the other submissives.


Thundercracker slowly regains awareness as he rouses from recharge to a warm and burning sensation in his frame originating from his left wing hinge.

The sensation grows exponentially and soon becomes outright unpleasant when a previously numb and missing sensornet begins to send countless messages to his processor, telling him that his left wing is practically on fire.

The flood of data causes him to online his optics with a snarl, and he tries to roll his frame to deal with the unpleasant intense burning feeling, but a heavy weight on his back efficiently pins him down while the burning just grows and grows.

As he howls in pain, his processor works with the mystery of when and how he ended up on his front? He clearly remembers entering recharge on his back.

/Calm down, Thundercracker,/ Skywarp growls near his audio, a soothing servo on his right wing.

/No! Let me up!/ the blue dominant snarls, claws digging into the ground to use it to throw the weight on his back off. His instincts are howling in outrage. He is too vulnerable like this. Easy prey for anyone who wants to kill him, and there are still many of those among their people. He is weakened, vulnerable. It is going to be his death, and the death of his mates, of their creations, of…Starscream's unborn…

/No! No, Thundercracker! Everyone CLEAR! Rouse Starscream!/ Skywarp is off of Thundercracker instantly, backing away, dragging Spitfire with him while the carrier is by Starscream and gently trying to wake him.

Without the burden on his back, Thundercracker rises in all his impressive might, white optics scanning his surroundings, wings flared, his left wing hanging a bit from where Allevaria still needs to properly reattach it.

/Calm down, Thundercracker. No one is going to hurt you or any of us,/ Skywarp tries to soothe, taking a tentative step forward, but stops at a threatening hiss from the dominant. He clearly isn't the one Thundercracker needs at the moment and his optics flicker to where the carrier finally has managed to rouse Starscream.

::Rise and shine, Starscream. Thundercracker wants you. Please do whatever it is he demands from you so he calms down and we can continue our work on him.:: Skywarp explains to the tricolored seeker, unsure what is needed to calm Thundercracker enough to send the protective coding into dormancy again.

Was Thundercracker like this when it just were the two of them? he wonders, not remembering Thundercracker ever being this aggressive during his own times of carrying, but then, he hadn't been the target himself back then.

::What did you do to make him react like this?:: Starscream asks nervously, watching as the blue and yellow carrier backs away from him and out of range of Thundercracker when the dominant's white optics turns their attention onto Starscream.

::It seemed like a good idea to reattach his wing while he recharged. Turns out he didn't like that we rearranged him to do so,:: Skywarp explains in a small voice, slightly hurt by the fact that it is Starscream Thundercracker is so focused on. Never before has he had his dominant hiss threateningly at him like this.

::It was you who told ME that dominants don't like laying on their fronts when they are vulnerable.:: Starscream points out as he lifts his helm to stare up at the dominant towering above him, fluttering his wings enticingly and trilling a small soothing tune to Thundercracker.

::I know. I know. Just get him calmed down, please. It is thoughts about losing you and your newspark that triggered his coding, so it is only you who is able to deal with him, it seems.:: Skywarp sighs, watching as Thundercracker kneels above Starscream, while the tricolored seeker leans back on the ground, wings still enticing and flirting.

::Is he really going to-:: Starscream stutters, when the air is forced out of him by the sudden weight of the dominant resting atop his frame, slow grinding movements bringing their pelvic plating against each other.

A low humming growl forces the seekers watching the display to take several steps back, and only when Thundercracker is satisfied with the distance does he release his spike, prefluids smearing the submissive's valve cover.

With a small sigh Starscream relaxes under the heavy weight of his dominant and releases his cover to grant Thundercracker access to what he clearly wants at the moment. When the dominant thrusts into him, he moves his hips to meet the movement, momentarily forgetting that there are optics watching them in their intimacy.

Skywarp remains silent, aware that Starscream at the moment is lost to the moment and not aware of him or any of the others. He knows that the tricolored seeker still has a hard time accepting that seekers are this free, obscene and lewd while on public display. In that he is still very much a grounder, but moments like this are sure to cure him of that bashfulness.

Starscream buckles at a particularly forceful thrust, his optics offlining and his lips parting and whispering gentle nonsense as intense pleasure wreaks havoc in his frame. Despite being controlled by coding, Thundercracker is surprisingly gentle and when he is able to online his optics again, he almost sobs at the gentleness. The thrusts are hard, forceful, but the slide of the spike in his valve is slow and caring.

/Thundercracker,/ he whispers breathless, valve rippling in the rapidly approaching overload. He forces his optics to stay online through it, witnessing Thundercracker throw his helm back and hiss in pleasure as the valve clamps down on the spike before the maddening ripples of the valve brings the dominant over the edge and crashing in overload.

Completely spent, he releases calming breath after calming breath as Thundercracker lowers his frame gently on top of him, resting and recovering. The weight doesn't bother him in the least, and his attention is distracted by a small flutter within his sparkchamber.

The newspark is clearly happy and Starscream smiles and coos in response.

Tentative steps sound, and he cranes his helm to look past Thundercracker's left wing disrupting his sight.

/Thundercracker?/ Skywarp asks in a tiny voice, unsure if it yet is safe for him to come close.

A blow of air against Starscream's plating, and Thundercracker is rolling them, positioning the tricolored submissive on top of him and looking over Starscream's shoulder at Skywarp.

/It is okay, Sky./ Thundercracker soothes, a smile on his lips as he stares at the black and purple submissive and the drooped wings. His processor is clearer and he now understands what they tried to do while he was in recharge. The feeling of the reattached wing is calming him and he is thankful for the work done to his frame.

/Can we… Will you allow Allevaria to finish his work?/ Skywarp asks, fidgeting, embarrassed that he made such a mistake. They should have waited, gained Thundercracker's consent. He hadn't realized how the reattaching would feel and how Thundercracker might react if he woke during the work.

Thundercracker's gaze moves to the seekers waiting at a safe distance, meeting the healer's optics and nods.

Starscream rises from Thundercracker's frame to give the red and blue healer the space to work. The flow of transfluid out of his valve as he stands makes him blush and he is now aware of the several seekers watching them, him, in his embarrassment.

That is when Skywarp steps up close to him, covering him in blessed black wings and the small privacy is easing the worst of his torn feelings. It is funny how little is needed to comfort him lately, but Skywarp's calm and relaxedness is contagious.

A little kiss on his lips distracts him, and it is only when he feels a claw gently poke at his valve that he jolts in Skywarp's embrace with a small whimper.

/What are you doing?/ He whines, starkly aware of the murmurs of voices all around him as he feels Skywarp further play with the entrance to his valve and the fluids still seeping from it.

/Showing you that you don't need to feel this embarrassed about mating publicly,/ Skywarp explains in a lightly aroused tone. Black wings move, no longer shielding them, and Starscream stares around while Skywarp kneels and applies his lips to the entrance of the tricolored seeker's valve.

Starscream's cheeks heat even more, and he almost offlines his optics in embarrassment, but it is then that he realizes what Skywarp is trying to show him.

No one is looking at them.

Several seekers are standing all around them, but they are talking together or looking at the work being done to Thundercracker, their attention not at all on the lewd display of the two submissives engaging in intimacy.

/You see?/ Skywarp inquire, lips moving from the valve for a moment and he looks up with sparkling yellow optics. /They are so used to seeing displays like this that they don't care about what we are doing. It is only you who feels their attention because you among the grounders have been raised to feel embarrassed about public intimacy,/ the black and purple seeker explains with a little smile before he returns to the valve and with gentle strokes of his glossa cleans away any trace of Thundercracker's fluids.

As he looks around Starscream sees that Skywarp is right, and somehow understanding settles and eases the worst of his worry. Then he meets Thundercracker's gaze and the fire in the Winglord's optics tells another story. HE isn't ignoring their display.

This time the blush isn't of embarrassment, but of completely other reasons, his wings fluttering, taunting and tantalizing.

/Want to give him something to truly appreciate?/ Skywarp asks with a grin, seeing Starscream's reaction to their dominant obviously enjoying seeing them together.

Starscream looks down at Skywarp, silently contemplating if he dares, but then gives a small nod, his attention returning to Thundercracker and the hypnotizing attention of their dominant.

With a gentle tug, Skywarp drags Starscream down to the ground with him, kneeling behind the tricolored submissive and spreading the thighs wide. Adjusting Starscream to kneel as well and lean against his frame, Skywarp hoists him onto his frame so they are flush and his spike extends between Starscream's widely spread legs, rubbing at the valve obscenely on display for their dominant.

Then with a smooth gliding move he sheathes himself, his optics fixated on Thundercracker as he claims Starscream, a devilish smile on his lips.

The sight of Thundercracker straightening only to be pushed down by the healer still working on him is a boost of courage to Starscream, and the intensity of the dominant's flashing almost smoldering yellow optics is heating his frame further.

This, he can never get enough of. Being on display like this in front of his dominant truly fries his circuits, setting his internals on a pleasurable fire.

::Skywarp...:: Thundercracker's dangerous purr causes shivers to run down their spinal struts. The anticipated promise of painful pleasure in that tone is heightening their arousal and not soon after they tumble over the edge and into overload together, Thundercracker's satisfaction at the sight bleeding through the bond.

When they collapse in an exhausted pile cycles later, Starscream finally, truly feels at home. For the first time the regret at leaving his creator behind on Earth doesn't fill his processor and Ratchet is long gone in memory.


Author's Note: I'm using the term 'Trine' in this since their people don't understand the meaning of the 'Triade'.

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A special thank you to T'Reilani for betaing this chapter.