A/N: Wildbreak is now on the list for Knock Out and Breakdown's kid.
Bumblebee/comlink/dreams
:Spark bond:
~sibling/creator bond~
Warnings: Major character deaths, revival and miracles from Primus, fluff, cuteness, sparklings, mpreg, violence, blood, gore, mentions of interfacing and/or rape, abuse, AU (mostly I believe, you tell me), possilbe OCness for characters, torture, tissue warnings (I will tell you when the major ones are since everyone is different), birth, angst, comfort, loving, kissing, and anything else I can't remember. You know the protocol.
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers. Only Hasbro and others. I only own my characters. Optimus' girl owns Webshocker, Nighthunter, and Darkhunter.
~~~a few stellarcycles ago
"He looks like you Nemesis," Alpha Trion said, looking at the little bundle.
"Indeed he does," Nemesis said. "And I'm sure he will make a fine archivist when he is older."
"Even if we don't have much time with him," Alpha said. "One day, we will have to let him go."
"Yes, but for now, we will enjoy our time with our little Orion Pax," said Nemesis.
~~~present day
Alpha Trion held a young mech a few stellarcycles younger than Prowl and Barricade. Just a youngling for now. The youngling looked up at the elder mech, wondering what was bothering him.
"Carrier? Are you okay?" Alpha Trion looked down.
"I'm afraid not Orion," Alpha Trion said. He looked straight into his son's optics. "Orion, I want you to do something for me."
"Of course carrier," Orion said.
"Orion, I want you to go to recharge early. And please, be strong for me," said Alpha, handing over a datapad. "Keep this datapad with you. Trust me my young one."
"Okay carrier," Orion said. "I love you."
"I love you too Orion. Know that your sire and I will always love you," Alpha Trion said.
Once Orion had left to recharge, Alpha waited a short time for Nemesis to get home. The two got Orion's things together, Nemesis picking up his son and heading off to Ratchet's and Ironhide's. They dropped him off in front of the door. He quickly knocked before they left and headed home.
"Don't worry Alpha, we will see our son once more," said Nemesis. The Prime took his mate to their berthroom and held him when they got home.
The door blew open. Four dark mechs came running in, firing at the two. With that, they escaped into the night without a trace.
~~~000
"What?"
Ratchet and Ironhide stared at Orion with confusion. The red mech picked up the datapad laying with the recharging youngling.
"Ratch, it is from Alpha," Ironhide said. "He... oh Primus. Ratch, he says fer us ta take in Orion as if he is our own. There is a list o' medical problems he has."
Ratchet took the youngling into his arms. Prowl and Barricade looked up to their carrier's arms. Ratchet sat in the main room as Orion started to wake up.
"Carrier?" the young mech asked, looking around. He burst out into tears. "Carrier, sire!"
Ironhide's com beeped. He answered it, leaving the room for a bit.
"Redflight, what is it?" Ironhide asked, knowing it was from his new superior at the Defense Force.
"It's bad Ironhide. We just got a call of guns being fired at Prime's place. I sent out a team to go investigate. The Prime and his consort were found dead."
"O-Okay," Ironhide stuttered. "Thank you for informing me."
The red mech went back to his mate, who was just now calming Orion. The two shared the same mournful look, knowing exactly what happened.
"Prowl, Barricade, go to your room please," Ratchet said. "You have school tomorrow."
"Okay carrier," the twins said, leaving to their room.
"Ah guess tis means we got another," said Ironhide. "We should let Megs know later."
"Indeed."
~~~000
Megatronus slowly opened his optics. He smiled when he saw his mate resting next to him. The femme onlined her optics, returning the smile at seeing her mate awake after a few solar cycles of being out.
"Hey love," Metelic said.
"Hey," Megatronus greeted.
"I'll let your creators know you're awake. They want to talk to you," said Metelic.
Megatronus wondered what they could be wanting. He waited a few kliks before his adoptive creators came in. He greeted them with a nod.
"Amma, Appa, what is it?" Megatronus asked.
"Alpha Trion an' Nemesis Prime were murdered last night," said Ironhide said. Megatronus' optics went wide. "They must have known cause they left their son ta us ta take in as our own. He is a few stellarcycles younger than Prowl and Barricade named Orion Pax."
Ratchet uncovered the bundle he had. Megatronus was surprised he had missed his Amma carrying the youngling. Orion was recharging peacefully. The gladiator nodded in approval.
"I shall protect him to my best ability, just like Prowl and Barricade," the silver mech said. "He may not be a brother, but I know he is important."
Megatronus didn't know what it was, but he felt a pull at his spark with this mech. He knew he would be really important and a big part of his life. He didn't know how big of a role Orion would play in the gladiator's life in the future.
~~~000
"I said, leave him alone," Barricade snarled.
"What is the problem this time Barricade," one of the teachers asked.
"This slagger won't stop picking on Prowl and now Jazz," Barricade said, pointing behind him to his brother and his new friend.
"I'll take care of it," the teacher said, taking the youngling that was causing troubles.
"Thanks," Jazz muttered, searching for his visor blindly. "Ah couldn't have done much."
"You're welcome Jazz," said Prowl, finding the visor broken. "We should go call your sire Jazz. Your visor is broken."
"But... without it, I can't see," Jazz said, turning to where his friend was talking.
"Good thing school is out," Barricade said. "Come on."
Jazz was escorted to the office where he called his sire. Prowl and Barricade waited with him. The three looked up when they heard two sets of pedes. Ironhide and Redflight came into the office. Redflight took his son into his arms.
"Jazz, where's your visor?" Redflight asked.
"Gone. Some mechs broke it," Jazz said.
"I told them off for it," said Barricade.
"Well, let's go get your spare. Thank you Barricade, Prowl," Redflight said, taking his son away.
"Prowl, ya okay too?" Ironhide asked.
"I'll be fine sire. I am more worried about Jazz," said Prowl.
"He'll be fine," said Ironhide. "Now, let's get ya two home."
~~~000
"One day, I'm going to kill him," Requiem muttered, swirling his cube of energon.
"What?" another gladiator asked. "Kill who?"
"Doesn't matter to you," Requiem snapped at the gladiator.
"Oi, Requiem, boss needs to see you in his office," another mech called out.
Requiem chugged the rest of his energon, throwing the cube away before making his way to the office.
"Something doesn't feel right Highway," the first gladiator said.
"I agree. Something definitely isn't right," Highway said.
"Requiem did say about killing someone," the fighter informed.
"Not good," Highway said. "Come on. Gather a few others. We should be near Darkstrike in case Requiem tries anything."
~~~000
"I'm going to have to send you out of here Requiem. You are no longer a gladiator and will be casted out of the Pits permanently. You've caused way too many problems," Darkstrike said, looking down at the numerous reports and complains he's gotten from his own gladiators as well as other owners.
Requiem snarled at the mech that had his back facing him. The large gladiator stomped to Darkstrike, who turned around. Large servos wrapped around the smaller mech's throat and squeezed. Darkstrike kicked out, servos going to the ones choking him as he was lifted up. Pained noises came out of his voice box, metal crunching as the pressure got worse.
Requiem had a sadistic smile as the struggles lessened and his former owner's optics roll back. Voices were shouting and coming closer to the office. Pounding at the door had Requiem silently cursing. He finished the job with a snap of the neck before leaving the office through the emergency exit.
The door broke open and mechs poured in, pausing in horror at the sight. They got to Darkstrike's side.
"Darkstrike, what happened?" one mech asked. "Darkstrike? Slag I can't feel his spark. He's been murdered."
"Cameras are offline," another said.
Highway pulled Darkstrike to him, placing the dark mech's helm in his lap. It was a horrible loss for them all. Darkstrike wasn't like the other owners. And now with him dead, there was no telling how the new owner would be like.
"We should get Megatronus," said Highway. "He needs to know."
~~~000
Megatronus ran down the hall, spark beating hard, going through the door, and stopping in horror as he saw the gathered gladiators. They parted and revealed Darkstrike resting on Highway's lap. Megatronus took slow steps to the two, falling to his knees at Darkstrike's side. His wide optics glistened with tears.
"D-Darkstrike," Megatronus stuttered, gently touching the owner's faceplates. Pure anger bubbled up in his spark. "What happened?"
"We don't know exactly. Darkstrike needed to see Requiem about something," said Highway.
"Well, from these notes, complaints, and reports, I would say Darkstrike released him from being a gladiator," a gladiator said, picking up a datapad.
"There's no sign of Requiem anywhere," another said.
"He must have escaped through the emergency exit," one suggested, pointing to the hidden door. "He's long gone by now. Nothing we can do."
Megatronus noted the crushed neck and how the helm moved, meaning it was broken. He growled, swearing silently to kill Requiem if he ever saw him for what he did. He would get revenge for his dear friend.
"I need to leave for a while," said Megatronus. "Highway, please make sure he's ready for burial. Inform the other owners of the news and anyone else that needs to be told. And please, someone watch over my mate."
"We've got it from here Megs," said Highway, patting his friend's shoulder.
Megatronus nodded, getting up, and storming out of the arena. He transformed and blasted off to Iacon. The flight would help cool him until he reached his adoptive creators. He needed to inform them of the unfortunate news himself. He didn't want Metalic to come along. He was too angry and she was sparked.
Upon reaching the large city, he landed in front of the door of his creators. He knocked before entering, immediately spotting his brothers and Orion playing games. He smiled at them.
"Brother!" Prowl and Barricade shouted, running to hug their older brother.
"Hello brothers," Megatronus said. "Where's carrier and sire?"
"In their berthroom," said Prowl.
"Thank you. Continue your game with Orion," said Megatronus. "Big brother has some important news for them."
The gladiator put his brothers down, going to the berthroom. He softly knocked and waited. Ironhide opened the door, surprised to see his eldest there.
"Megs? What's wrong?" Ironhide asked, seeing the sad look. Megatronus went in, closing the door behind him.
"Amma, Appa, I have unfortunate news," the silver mech said. "Darkstrike has been killed. We are assuming it to be Requiem since he was the last one with Dark."
"That's terrible," Ratchet gasped, both he and his mate feeling a sense of sorrow. Darkstrike had been a great friend. "What of a new owner? Darkstrike wasn't like the rest of those sick fraggers."
"I do not know. If the new one is like the others, I plan to have Metalic sent to Vos to be safe. They will accept her. I've already talked with a seeker named Rainfall about preparations in case this did happen," said Megatronus. "I do not wish for it to come to that, but if it must, I will protect her and my sparklings."
"Smart thinkin' Megs," Ironhide said. "Ah'm sorry about Darkstrike."
"Thank you Appa. I sadly must return to Kaon and help where I can. I will inform you when the burial will be," said Megatronus. "I love you two."
"We love you too Megatronus," said Ratchet, both creators hugging their son. "Stay safe, all of you."
"We will."
~~~2 solar cycles later
The gladiators, friends, and any family remained quiet during the burial. Hardly anyone spoke. Metalic cried on her mate, who held her close. Prowl and Barricade cried, having liked Darkstrike. Orion didn't know who it was, but he knew that his current guardians knew him well.
A holo projection of Darkstrike hovered above where he was laid to rest in the gladiatorial burial grounds. Even other owners were present, sad about their fellow owner being murdered. A new one had yet to be found to replace Darkstrike.
"Metalic, no matter what happens now, know that I love you deeply and that I will protect your and our sparklings to the best of my ability," said Megatronus. "I want you all safe and alive. Do you trust me my love?"
"I will always trust you," said Metalic.
"Good," Megatronus said. "Let's go home sweetspark. It is a solar cycle filled with heavy sorrow and mourning."