Double line means spicy things will start! Please R&R.
Starlit's View:
With Blitzwing reappearing at an almost functional level, Jazz wanted to make sure my fighting skills, along with Sari's, were up to the task. Jetfire and Jetstorm were chosen to be my sparring partners while Jazz taught Sari more basics near the front lawn. Optimus didn't want us sparring inside, he and the others had just begun repairing the basement and didn't want to add to the list.
I was beginning to see why, the twins did not hold back and Jetfire cracked the pavement with a hard punch meant for my chassis.
"Hey!" Ratchet yelled from the open garage doors. "Don't you go bringing the fragging building down!" This made the sparkling he was holding fuss. "Sorry, these young bots just won't listen." The medic cooed to Bluestreak.
"Oops, my bad." Jetfire apologized.
While this was going on, Jetstorm kept me on defense with powerful wind backed attacks. We weren't supposed to use weapons, but you can't really turn off your special ability; He couldn't help it, but it felt like cheating!
"What, too fast for you?" He stupidly gave me an opening, allowing me to land an open palm hit to his lower chassis and grab his arm, flipping him to his back.
"Too fast for you?" I teased back, the look of shock erased when his brother returned aiming a kick for my helm, forcing me to let go of Jetstorm. I ducked, only for Jetstorm to pull me down into him as he used my momentum to stand over me.
"Not fast enough." He sang, reaching to catch my frame only for me to activate my boosters to put some distance between us. "Does that count as weapons?"
"Nope." I smirked as both raced at me at top speed. I jumped, avoiding Jetstorm and leaping over his back, but Jetfire's fire fist nearly collided with my helm. I only just blocked him, the flames leaving a streak of black soot on my cheek as his fist grazed by. I used Jetstorm's back as a springboard and launched over Jetfire, landing way too close to the brick wall of our base, trapping myself.
"Looks like you made wrong move!" Jetfire fired up, spreading towards me.
"Wait!" I put my hands out, but it was too late to stop him. Using my jump boosters I leapt over him, grabbing his back plating as I landed to try to slow him down, but he went right through the wall, pulling me with him.
"Brother!" Jetstorm called as we went.
"For frag sake!" Ratchet yelled as the rubble fell on us, Jetfire pulling me under him to take most of the hits.
"Next time, maybe think before ya rush in." Jazz chastised, standing in the hole we made. He helped move some bricks off us before helping us up. "Looks like we got more holes ta fix."
"What was…oh for spark sake…" Optimus rushed up from the basement with Rodimus and two bots from his team I had very briefly met.
"We can fix!" Jetstorm offered, but was glared at by Ratchet.
"Like I'd trust you two to do it! All ya do is break everything ya touch! And yer not even a bulking bot like Bulkhead!" Ratchet was in a mood today. Jazz went to take Bluestreak from him, the little mech starting to cry from all the commotion.
"Alright…calm down now. I appreciate it, but we need you two on a different mission. Bumblebee spotted Starscream clones heading west of the city. You two fly out and see what you find. Starlit, you and Bumblebee will be ground cover for that area. He's already in route from tracking a report of a black metal cat in the city." He sounded just as confused as we were. "Rodimus, you and Hot Shot want to join me on tracking what that report could be?"
"Slag yeah!" The yellow, blue and red mech seemed excited. "I've been wanting to test out my new wheels some more!" He and Bee would get along.
"Alright Hot Shot, but don't race off." Rodimus told him.
"I'll stay and help with this ground bridge thing." A shorter green and yellow mech said, who seemed as grumpy as our medic. "I'm fascinated by this concept."
"Sounds fine to me, alright let's roll!" Rodimus and his bots, along with the twins, took off, following Optimus to the south while I went west.
Bumblebee's View:
I watched the twins zoom past me towards the abandoned factories that laid just west of the city. The Starscream clones had been going that way, but they eluded me with their signal dampers when they dipped past the city horizon.
So far even the twins hadn't been able to track exactly where they were going, but I think the old mines are where they might be trying to lure us to.
They could also be hiding in the large area of abandoned factories that were being torn down; so Starlit, the jet twins and I were sent to investigate if they were. I transformed outside of the fence line, finding a perfectly square cut out of the front gate that kept trespassers out.
"Looks like minicons have been here. That's the first time I've seen them come this far." I said aloud as Starlit pulled up. "Looks like we don't have to break in."
"Minicons?" She drove through it, scanning for tire tracks as she went. "When did they start coming this far?"
"Beats me. Careful, they could be around."
"They haven't hurt anyone, I doubt they will start now." She stayed in vehicle mode as she scanned around. "Meet in the middle?" She didn't wait for my answer, instead going on ahead of me into a different building.
Star and I went from building to building, walking through the main floors as we scanned the bottom floors from the ground while the twins scanned from above.
"This is beginning to feel pointless." Jetfire commed in. "Is nothing here either! What is point of they don't show on our scanners?"
"It's because they're signals aren't normal Cybertronian signals. Starscream is only online because of an Allspark fragment, so it makes sense that clones would be too." I answered.
"Oh, so we should scan for Allspark signal!" Jetstorm zoomed by, going silent for a few clicks. "Still nothing!"
"All clear over here!" Starlit chimed in. "The minicons have been here though. The walls have been stripped of metal, be careful I don't know how many are unstable."
"Copy that…" I looked up after she said that, but the minicons hadn't hit here just yet. "This one's good! Hey, we could set up a trap for them in this one!"
"They missed that one? Weird, but good idea!" Starlit agreed to meet me back here.
"Which one? They all to be looking the same from up here." Jetfire asked.
"I'll ping ya." I hung up and heard both jets break the sound barrier, making a u-turn in air as Starlit drove in.
"Looks better than the one I was in." She transformed next to me. "But not any less dark and creepy." At least the sun was still up, providing light through the empty sky windows, besides our headlights, it was all we had.
"You like dark and creepy. It's the whole ninja thing, right? To like the dark and the creepy?" She shoved me playfully. "What? Am I wrong?"
"Usually are." I pouted at her.
"Am not!"
"Is this the one?" We looked up to see Jetstorm in robot mode, hovering over the broken skylight. "Oh hello!" Instead of going around, he went through an empty glass pane and landed near us.
"I be telling you, they look the same from above!" Jetfire said as he followed, only he went through one that had some glass still in the corner and hit it.
"You're such a clutz!" Jetstorm teased as he stepped out of the way of the falling glass as Jetfire landed behind him. "How do you miss the empty ones completely?"
"There was a glare!" Jetfire argued but Jetstorm laughed.
"Glare? Maybe you are the one who is blind!"
"I'll show you…"
"So what were the traps you were planning Bee?" Starlit interrupted their squabble just before they really had a chance to fight. We did not want them knocking this place down. "They evaded the last ones, but I think I have an idea as to why. If the traps go off when they get here, they have a chance to help each other out of them."
"What if it went off just before the last one left? Then we'd catch one minicon at least." I agreed with her. "But how do we make sure there's a delay?"
"What if it is like laser sensors on our ship? There is setting where it counts how many bots can enter or leave!" Jetstorm said.
"Yes, and after certain number is hit, those left inside are locked in!" Jetfire smiled. "But we don't have that equipment here."
"Sure we do, just look around." Starlit shrugged, getting to work taking down a pulley that held up the outer garage door, temporarily locking us in.
"Oh, I see, we're using this human equipment to make it seem like we didn't tamper with anything." Jetstorm liked the idea, flying up and finding an old chain that was left in the rafters. "Will this be long enough?"
"Let's find a trigger for them while they rig the door." I motioned for Jetfire to follow me.
"What kind of trigger? Also we need something to count how many tires or whatever they have crossover it. Otherwise it'll go off first thing."
"Hm…depends on what factory this was but there might be something on an assembly line. If there was one." Deeper inside it was harder to see, but we got lucky that this happened to be a really old automotive construction line; older than the one we lived in! One of the machines towards the end had a cracked dial counter.
"Lucky us!" Jetfire grinned as he twisted it off. "Now we need trip wires!"
"You beating us to it!" Jetstorm had followed along with Starlit not far behind him.
"We'll need a way for the door to stay open until it's triggered as well." Starlit looked around with us, finding parts to make a way to adapt the whole thing to it was on two trigger points instead of the planned three. It took a while, but we finally got it up after a mega cycle.
"So count won't start till they start leaving, how many should it be set…oops." Jetstorm triggered the trap, locking us in.
"I'm guessing more than that!" Jetfire laughed, flying up to release to lock to reset the whole thing. "Try avoiding trapping us all in."
"Hm…trapping in? So no one can get in or out?" Jetstorm smirked, setting it off on purpose as Jetfire landed.
"Are you trying to be funny? 'Cause it is not working!" Jetfire crossed his arms.
"Are you not thinking what I am?"
"What are you…" Starlit looked up from the tire trigger at Jetstorm, only to have him lean over her and cup her face.
"No news bots around and no humans can get in." His gaze was intense, never once looking away from her optics.
"Oh I get it, brother. But is this really the place? Or was there somewhere else?" Jetfire came behind and circled his arm around my waist. Both of them went quiet for a bit, talking through their sibling bond before both gave a wicked grin.
"What other place?" I asked as Jetfire led me with the arm around me, Jetstorm taking Starlit's hand and leading her behind us. They didn't answer, silently leading us back towards the assembly line, to an area where a low steel beam sat; near where the assembly console used to be.
"Guys?" Starlit asked as they stood all of us under it.
"We haven't used these yet, I feel like we should have by now." Jetfire moved behind Starlit while Jetstorm moved behind me; I could see Jetfire had his stasis cuff out.
"I do see two bad bots that could use it." Jetstorm put his free hand on my waist, holding up his set of cuffs to my right. Before Star or I could protest to the idea, Jetstorm lifted me, taking both my arms and locking the cuffs he had wrapped around the beam. My feet did not touch the ground, instead the tip of my peds barely grazed the ground as the cuffs made my body go half numb.
"W-what are you doing?" Starlit at least could touch the ground, though her heels were just barely in the air.
"Trying something different." Jetfire wrapped his arms around her frame, trailing his left hand to her panel while the right went up her chassis to her neck.
"Should there be safe word?" Jetstorm asked me, his outtake tickling my audial horn.
"Green?" I looked at Starlit, who blushed when she caught my eye.
"Sure, that works." She smiled back.
"You're not allowed to share with each other this time…" Jetstorm warned, making Starlit bite her lip and blush more. If Jetfire's look matched his brothers, we were in for it.
"Everything you usually share you can say aloud." Jetfire's hand that was on her throat moved away, trailing back up her cheek as his fingers brushed over her left audial, making her turn her head to face him. "Only your arms and legs are slightly disabled, currently. You can move, but not much." I tested this by flexing my fingers, it was delayed and slow but they did still move.
"Don't make us disable them completely." Jetstorm's hands stayed on my hip, his own interface panel grinding slowly against my aft. "Are you going to be ok with being spiked?" His face was close to my right audial again.
"Me? Um…y-yeah I think so. Thanks." I hadn't told him out right that being spiked wasn't my favorite, so it was nice to know he didn't just assume someone wanted it. However…being spiked by them had been different, at least to what I experienced.
"Good, cause you're one of tightest I've experienced." I felt my face burn with his admission.
"Is true, I can't decide who's valve is better though. Both are very tight and very hard to resist." Jetfire licked up Starlit's neck, making her shiver, before taking her lips in a deep, heated kiss. "Hm, I know who is better kisser…" he teased me as he continued to kiss her til she was breathless. He freed her, trailing open mouth kisses down the back and up the other side of her neck. I realized they had made sure we were spaced just right so that even if we leaned forward to reach each other to do anything, we couldn't reach.
"I owe you for your teasing me the other day on the beach…" Jetstorm whispered, sending a shiver down my frame. "You audials are very sensitive…" he knew that, but also knew the vibrations of his voice set me off. He licked the left, cupping my face with his right hand to keep me still while tracing his thumb over my right audial.
"Ah…frag…" I strained against the cuffs a bit, wanting to touch him back. With the way he was holding me, I was forced to watch Jetfire find most of Starlit's sensors in her neck and side seams. He was either purposely missing the ones just under her chassis or had no idea they were there, but those were two of her more sensitive ones. Too bad you can't show him the ones he's missing… I told her, causing her to open her optics a bit to look at me. The twins stopped, grinning their mischievous smile.
"Are you talking to each other?" Jetstorm purred, pulling away while running a finger down my back strut.
"We told you not to." Jetfire sang as he adjusted the settings on Starlit's cuff, making her legs go completely limp. Jetstorm must have done the same, my legs becoming even more useless.
"Now you know what happens, care to share?" Jetstorm moved his hands back to my hips, his left moving over my panels. "Or shall we you tease until you confess?" His fingers on my hip slipped into the transformation seam, teasing the sensors there.
"B-Bee…" Starlit begged me as Jetfire teased her chassis seams with one hand while his other brushed against her cheek again, this time his fingers traced her lips as she looked back into his optics. "You want to say or me?"
"T-there's sensors under her chassis that are almost as sensitive as my audial horns." Both of us blushed.
"Here?" He moved his right hand from her side chassis seams to the lower front, finding them almost instantly.
"Yea!" She moaned, arching into him. It wasn't long after he had her opening up for him, but he didn't satisfy her need for him to touch her there. Instead he continued teasing her, pressing a finger down on her glossa as he wrapped his left arm tightly around her to tease the opposite sensor. Watching her suck his fingers made me envy those digits.
"And your second most sensitive ones are here?" Jetstorm found the ones in my right wheel well and upper left hip, using different movements on each of them to set me off.
"Aha…" I bit my lip to keep from making more embarrassing sounds. "Y-yeah…ah slag…" I leaned into him as my panels opened, my spike pressurizing in his hand.
"You're quite big for your frame size." He praises as he wraps his hand around my spike. "I don't mind you spiking me, you do feel good, but your valve feels better…" I hadn't noticed his other hand had moved around my waist as well until he brushed my outer node while pressing a finger into my mesh. "Already trying to take me in, you're very needy."
"Jetfire please…" I looked back over to see Jetfire had lifted Starlit's left leg and was teasing her node with his spike. Her frame was shaking with need but neither twin was giving into us.
"Promising to not share." Jetstorm said, letting go of my spike as he lifted my knees up, spreading me wide open before plunging his spike deep into me. I arched, desperately trying to get my hands free but unable to.
"Fuck!" I cried, trying to grind down, but Jetstorm kept me from doing anything. "Jetstorm…p-please…" I begged.
"Hahaaaa!" In my haze I just barely caught Jetfire entering Starlit, almost sheathing himself completely in one move. It was really getting frustrating that I couldn't touch her. I wanted to kiss her, swallow the noises she was making and keep her on edge. Nothing we did would get me close enough, we'd have to beg for that and I wasn't there just yet.
"Frag 'Storm, don't stop…" he was hitting my ceiling node and pressing against my chamber opening. I felt close to opening and finally did when he rolled his hips just right.
"You wanting me to fill you? I'm wanting you full of me." Jetstorm growled, his thrusts getting harder and more frantic. "What you think Star? Should I fill your intended with my transfluid?" I moaned as he connected to my chamber, nearly overloading but was held off by the next thrust not being as deep.
"What about you Bumblebee? What do you think of me filling your intended?" Jetfire made eye contact as he lifted her leg a bit higher. Jetstorm connected again, making me overload to the sensation. I felt his cooler transfluid fill me, wondering how both their fluids would feel inside.
"Fucking hot." I heard Starlit sigh as she overloaded with Jetfire.
"You wanting more?" Jetstorm kissed my neck as we came down,gently letting my legs go.
"Frag yeah." I was still wet and pressurized, more than ready for another round.
"I'm good for another round." Starlit had moved her leg back down, but I still had a good view of her dripping valve. A mix of Jetfire's transfluid and her lubricant was slowly making its way down her legs, making me wonder if her chamber hadn't opened just yet. Not enough fragging to open completely yet?
No, he had a lot to give. Her response was not expected. He must have busted from both transfluid tanks then…hopefully he didn't blow through all he had just yet.
"Whatever we gave you we want you to hold. We want to know, who can hold more?" Jetfire said as he and Jetstorm slowly walked around us to switch places.
"Wait…you want us to keep it all in?" Starlit watched them closely.
"If you can." Jetfire winked, knowing he had given her a tank full already.
"Primus, I didn't think you two were this kinky." I kept myself from revving at the thought of both Starlit and I being filled with two different mechs fluids.
"The last few days were not telling enough?" Jetstorm was in front of Starlit, blocking my view of her. "We only save these things for partners we like."
"And we like you two." Jetfire was to my left side, pulling me into a heated kiss while his right hand snaked around my waist and jerked me off. I moaned into our kiss, absentmindedly thrustimg into his hand. I felt him shift me a bit, rotating my shoulders back so my arms were behind me to lean me forward as he broke our kiss, stopping his movements as he moved to stand behind me.
"Aw, frag…" I whined, a trail of coolant still connected our lips when he turned away, leaning me forward again when I tried to lean back to try to catch his lips.
"Stay…" Jetfire had a smile on his voice as he whispered his command. I was going to see how far I could push it, but Jetstorm had Starlit in a similar position, making it so we were a breath away from each other, but still not close enough to actually touch.
We said nothing, but I could read in her optics that she desperately wanted to close the gap between us. The way she worried at her lower lip told me she was trying to resist pulling against her restraints.
"J-Jetstorm…" her optics dimmed as he pulled her hips against his, tracing his fingers around her valve opening. In this position she couldn't look back at him, instead her gaze drifted back to me before locking optics again.
I felt Jetfire lift my hips, my shoulders straining as he loosely wrapped my legs around his thighs. His right arm snaked back around my waist and up to keep my arms from getting tired while his left hand trailed back towards my spike, his own spike protruding between my legs as it rested in the folds of my mesh.
"If I let you use your legs again, can you hold yourself up?" His arm that wasn't supporting me moved to re-enable some use in my legs, allowing me to hook my ankles around the back of his knees. "Perfect." With his arm freed, he could now grope me freely, finally holding my hip and lining up while his left hand wrapped around my spike.
"Together." I heard Jetstorm as he and Jetfire entered Starlit and me simultaneously, my valve greedily taking him all in. Both of them were timing their thrusts together, making sure we were nearly touching when their spikes were buried deep inside.
"H-how are you two keeping time?" Starlit gained my attention, Jetfire faulted a bit. Her optics were dark, but the mischief in them shone brightly.
"A-are you two cheating your own game?" I caught on, realizing they were using their sibling bond. "That's…uhhh….not fair." If they're gonna cheat, we can too. Use your calipers sweet spark.
Let's pay them back. She agreed they needed to be punished. Her back arched as Jetstorm rolled his hips, but he nearly lost it when she trapped him, her valve squeezing around his spike. She wrapped her left ankle around the back of his, forcing him to support her by her hips so her arms wouldn't strain.
"W-we can't help it." Jetfire moaned when I squeezed around him, the warm pulsing of his spike making me short out for a second. "I-it's different for us than normal siblings. If we're close, i-it's like o-our thoughts are one sometimes."
"A twin thing…" Jetstorm sounded very close, Starlit must have been milking his spike good. "Y-you're going to m-make me lose it…" his thrusts were getting less in time and more frantic. "Primus!"
"That's my girl." I praised, watching her blush as she lost herself a bit. You like that? Me praising you?
"Yes, but say it." She purred.
"W-who's cheating at the game now?" Jetfire took a hold of my hips and waist, no longer holding back and thoroughly fragging me to my breaking point. He was hitting my ceiling node and connecting to my interface chamber with each thrust, making my world spin when Starlit opened her end of our bond, both of us overloading together as the sensations flooded over us.
While still buried deep in me, he released the cuffs, catching me and holding me up against his chassis. My arms were completely numb, but I could feel Jetfire gently massaging my left wheel well while continuing to frag me. It wasn't long until I felt Jetfire's warm mech fluid fill me, meeting with Jetstorm's in my interface chamber, creating a tingling cool/warm sensation.
"Frag, you feel so good…" Jetstorm purred as he released Starlit's cuffs as she untangled their legs, pulling her back into him to keep her from falling. "I'm guessing you're very full now." Starlit blushed as she turned to look at him, his left hand brushing his finger tips against her throat.
"I know I am." I admitted, getting the twins to look at me with a devilish grin. Starlit gave me a shy smile as well. Jetfire turned me to face him, tipping my helm to look up at him while his right hand gripped my waist, his thumb pressing gently into where my full gestation chamber was.
"Good…" the orange mech purred, kissing my forehelm. "If you're up for it, we still want to test if Starlit can hold all three of us."
"You are asking wrong one." Jetstorm had moved Starlit to lean against him with her legs spread a bit in front of her. She had a dazed look still, but seemed ok with it.
"Star, you good?" I asked, turning around to face her. I took her left hand, lacing our fingers as she pulled me close to her.
"Yep." The mischief in her optics was back. "You want me?" She purred, but wasn't allowed to move forward towards me. Jetstorm kept his arms looped around her waist to keep her from falling back, but he wasn't going to let her stand up straight.
"Always." I had to step forward, seating myself between her legs as she moved her right leg up to circle around my left hip. Our kiss may not have been as heated, but it felt like I was going to melt the moment our lips touched. I felt her cup my face with one hand while the other traced over my shoulder to my back, holding me closer while the twins encircled us. Jetstorm acted as a wall behind Starlit while Jetfire helped him stay up by grabbing the other's forearms.
She was so wet, sliding in was easy, but she used her calipers to keep me from pulling out all the way. I broke the kiss, not expecting her to do that and moaned into her neck.
"Did you think I was worn out?" I could tell she was smiling from her voice, proud of herself. "What's wrong, you tired?"
"No…" I revved. "Not even close." We adjusted a bit, my spike now buried completely inside of her. It was almost easy to forget the twins were even there, until Jetfire planted hot, open mouth kisses along the back of my neck and shoulders.
Jetstorm kissed Star's neck but he wasn't able to do as much as his orange counterpart. I heard him whine a bit in frustration, so I reached behind Starlit and took hold of his spike.
"W-wait…" he said in surprise, gladly thrusting into my hand. "Y-you're going to make me…d-drop her." That's when Jetfire pushed close behind me, supporting his blue twin up by his upper servos.
"Then give in, brother. I got you." Jetfire purposely said into my right audial.
Jetstorm's legs buckled as ran my thumb over the top of his spike, he was on edge with just a few strokes.
"Faster, Bee." Starlit was breathless, rolling her hips into mine. I gave her what she wanted, having to lean her into me more as Jetstorm lost control. With a loud moan, Jetstorm overloaded in my hand, most of his transfluid ending up on Starlit's lower back.
"S-sorry…" his frame shook in the afterglow. "I still got you." His visor flashed as he smiled at me and Star, taking a hold of her waist again. Starlit's chamber opened when I hit her ceiling node, a rush of warm/cool transfluid spilled onto my spike, the feeling making me dizzy with pleasure.
"Star…" I held her close, connecting completely into her chamber opening. She arched, small sparks of electricity crackled between us as she overloaded again, taking me over the edge with her. The twins caught us, at some point sitting with us on the dusty ground til we recovered.
Starlit's View:
The sensations of the three of them filling my chamber had overwhelmed my systems, causing me to release it all when Bee tingling transfluid joined the twins' cool/warm ones.
"Seems you lost." Jetstorm teased me, running a finger up my right hip and resting his hand over where my gestation chamber sat. We were sitting in a puddle but it took me a moment to realize it was their transfluids and my lubricant, not water. "But you did take us all in…"
"Yeah, didn't think you could do it." Bee smirked.
"Especially after what I gave you." Jetfire grinned, placing his hand over Bee's abdomen. Bee squirmed, his face turning pink when he realized he still held the twins fluids. "Looks like you're the winner then."
"I-I thought I released…" Bee didn't seem to know if he liked the feeling or not.
"Do you want to?" Jetfire teased Bee's outer node. "I can make it quick." His optics turned deep gold while Bee's darkened as well.
"Bet you can't." Bee challenged, putting his arms up around the orange jet's neck to pull him into a kiss, both seeming to try to dominate the other.
"Let's find somewhere to wash off." I turned to look up at Jetstorm, he looked as spent as I was. He gave a soft smile as he nodded, helping me stand up while Bee and Jetfire continued fragging.
We got lucky there was a car washing station in the opposite corner. Thankfully this factory still had water hooked up, albeit a little dirty, but it worked until we could get back to base.
"Here, turn." Jetstorm gently turned me around to clean my back. "It seems our frames are far more sensitive than we were before our upgrades." He said, scrubbing his own transfluid off me.
"I guess I don't know much about the sensitivity of seekers." I admit I hadn't even considered that their upgrades could make them more sensitive than other autobots.
"Nor do we." His admission clued me in on something else I hadn't considered.
"I can't remember if I asked, why were you and your brother given these upgrades?" I turned back to him, leaning against the wall as I took his arm and ran my thumb over the small flight stabilizer there.
"It wasn't gift, that is for certain." His visor darkened with an emotion I couldn't read. "Listen, I can't be telling much, but we are grateful to be living."
"Sorry, I didn't know it wasn't consensual." He tipped my chin to get me to look at him again.
"As I said, we're happy to be living." He smiled, tilting his helm to rest on my forehelm. "Believe, I want to be telling you but I cannot. All I remember is, brother and I got into fight at our job in energon refinery and next we are jets. After that we were trained to be first flying Autobots in Elite Guard. Is not much to tell." I see he meant he couldn't remember.
"I understand." I kissed him softly, letting him pin me to the wall while we kissed until we were breathless. "I don't think I can…" he put a finger to my lips.
"Me neither. I just like kissing." He smiled and kissed my cheek before pulling away. "Are you two still going at it?" He called out, I suppressed a laugh when all we heard was them telling him to frag off while obviously still going. Moments later I heard Bee cry out, Jetfire yelling his name.
"Apparently seeker mechs have as much stamina as regular carriers." I commented.
"I'm thinking more than that. Then again normal mechs in general do." Jetstorm corrected me. "He's always had most stamina between us though." He didn't like admitting that, but it seemed to hold true.
"Really? I thought carriers would have more of an interface drive."
"You need to study more then." He teased, washing off his chassis. "What kind of medic doesn't know that?"
"Apprentice. I was basing off my experience." I tilted my head to where the other two were.
"I see. You are half right though."
As they came around the corner to the wash area, Jetstorm sprayed his brother with the hose.
"Gah!"
"Sorry you had to get dirtied by him." Jetstorm teased.
"I'm thinking we were wrong on who was bad bots!" Jetfire grabbed the hose, spraying his blue twin back.
"There's not gonna be any water left is there?" Bee looked down to himself. His legs had lubricant and transfluid trickling down from his closed panels.
"Not at this rate." I took the damp cleaning cloth I had been using and tried to help get it off of the front of him. Of course our Prime chose then to ping us.
"Bumblebee here." Bee answered, opening up a three way com between us.
"How's it looking to the west? Any more clone sightings?" Optimus replied.
"All clear here." Bee gave me a warning look when I moved to his panels. "How's it in the city?"
"Weirdly quiet too. Are you guys near the twins at all? I'd like them to do a sweep above before calling it for the day." Both jet twins stopped their squabble when Bee opened his com up, both giving the same unreadable look.
"Yea, they're here. They heard." Bee saw the glint in their optics too.
"Don't…" I whispered a warning to them, knowing they were planning something.
"Good. You and Starlit can do one last sweep of downtown in the meantime and Rodimus and I will do a sweep to the west. That'll make sure nothing doubles back after we leave." Optimus gave us new orders. "Meet you back at base in a few mega cycles, Prime out."
Thank Primus he hung up, the jet twins had pushed both Bee and my backs against the wall while Prime spoke; Jetstorm pinning Bee while Jetfire pinned me. Jetfire had been busy kissing my neck, while Jetstorm tried to get Bee to make a sound while on com, teasing his transformation seam on his chassis while biting his main energon line in his neck.
"You want caught by our Primes?" Bee didn't sound happy, but wasn't stopping Jetstorm. "Ah…you're gonna get us in trouble."
"Twas plan." Jetfire, grinned. "We have time for one more?" The plea was hidden in the question.
"You jets are insatiable." I rolled my optics, giving in as both of their fields flared up again. Bee and I were really in for it if this is how the next five days were gonna go.
As Bee predicted, we were late leaving and didn't get downtown til sundown. We just missed the other team by mer minutes, Prime calling us again when he saw the twins closer to the west than they should have.
"Did you guys find something?"
"No." Bee was thinking of something to say.
"We had to reset a trap we made." I covered, hoping it wasn't too quick of a response.
"Please tell me it won't end up on the news this time…" he cut the line.
"How did he know?" I asked rhetorically, driving besides Bee.
"It's his superpower…" Bee sighed, turning down an eerie side alley street. "Think he's jealous?"
"Who Prime? What would he be jealous of?" I followed close behind him.
"Come on, two hot twins that are into us? Who wouldn't…" He did have a point there. "You don't think they're gonna wanna keep this up after their heat cycle, do you?" It was a question I hadn't really considered, but the twins did seem infatuated by us.
"Would you want that?" I almost hit Bee's bumper when he stopped. "Bee?" He transformed in front of me.
"Shh…" I transformed, looking to where he was. There down the alleyway a few blocks away, was a black and silver metallic cat. "Is that…a metal cat?" As he said that, it turned its head towards us, its red optics glowing brightly as it ran off. We gave chase, losing it down a dead end alleyway.
"Where did it go?" Bee looked up, but I saw a manhole who's cover wasn't quite right.
"Look down." I told him, opening the sewer drain. "Do you think Black Arachnia made that one?"
"It was kinda small…maybe? But why did it run off?" Neither of us wanted to follow but had to. "Ladies first?"
"By all means." I stepped back, getting a glare in return. "You're smaller."
"Fine…" You're so funny… he mocked through our bond as he jumped down, turning his lights on once he landed. "Come on, let's catch this cat!"
Humans water waste systems weren't designed for anything our size, but this area we could at least stand. I refused to crawl down here.
"Why would anybot want to hide down here?" Bee agreed with me that you had to be out of your processor to wanna be down here.
"Look, paw prints." My scanner picked up the tracks. "They have traces of cybertronian energy in them."
"That's not good." Bee followed me, a shadow of something rushing past behind him. "What was that?!"
"I don't think the cat is the only thing down here…" a second shadow darted ahead of us around a corner.
"Ravage, to me." A robotic voice came from down that way. "Upgrades are almost complete. Now we must assemble and ascend to the surface to in act operation: rebuild."
Bee took my hand, pulling me back to hide around the opposite bend as whoever this mech was came closer. That's Soundwave! He's the one that turned us human! Or made us think we were. Bee told me through our bond.
I thought Sari kicked his skid plates? I looked at him, but he shrugged.
Guess he didn't go offline. We should… He gasped, a metallic bat flew by his helm. "Oh slag…"
"Autobots found! Commence operation: upgrade!" Bee shot at the bat with his stingers as music started playing in the tunnels.
"D-don't listen!" I covered my audio receptors. Bee did his best as we ran back to the sewer cover, but he froze at the bottom of the ladder.
"Bee?"I took a hold of his shoulders, but he just stood there with his head hung low. "Bumblebee!?" I turned him around to face me, only for him to back hand me away into the wall. Before I knew it, he aimed his stinger at me, looking back up with deep red optics.
"All will be destroyed." His voice was monotone, his stinger changed up as I moved into him, pushing his arm straight up as he fired.
"Forgive me." I told, punching him square in his jaw and knocking him out. My own control was starting to slip, pushing through the sluggish movements of my own body, I activated my jump jets and flew us both out of there. I must have lost my ability to control my body for a second there, I don't remember actually getting out, but I regained control as we landed hard on the dirty side street above.
"Ow…" my hud flashed warnings about my ankle joints locking when I landed. "S-Starlit to Prime." I commed, resting against a wall, but before he answered the black cat jumped out the hole, pacing towards me. I opened my com to everyone. "Soundwave's back. He's done something to Bee already and has me cornered. Requesting back up!" Just before I finished my last sentence I heard twin engines above me.
"Jetfire going for assist!"'
"Jetstorm going for assist!" Both of them said together as they circled back and landed. Jetstorm was at the end of the dead end ally while Jetfire was closer to me and Bumblebee.
"We're on our way! Be careful, he uses sound to manipulate others!" Optimus warned everyone on com.
"Rodger that…" Jetstorm aimed his wind cannons at the cat.
"Ravage, attack! Lazerbeak, Ratbat, transform and destroy." A large hand punched its way through the concrete. "Operation: rebuild." Jetfire grabbed Bee while Jetstorm took aim and blasted Soundwave back down into the sewers.
"Why is he not waking?!" Jetfire helped me to my feet, rushing us back to the main road.
"I…might have had to knock him out." I admit it wasn't a great plan, but it's what I had to do.
"Is music that strong?" Before I could answer, Soundwave used one of his guitar bots to blast Jetstorm down the alleyway into us.
"Ugh…t-that is not music!" Jetstorm corrected himself in the air, taking Jetfire's hand. "Brother, tag team!" Both of them transformed into their ultimate form, Safeguard.
"I…I can't…" Remember me? My lines went cold with her voice. No, you can't…you're not real! Oh I'm very real. And I'm very much gonna enjoy this!
"Starlit?" The doubled voices of the Safeguard said, I felt their hand on my shoulder but couldn't tell them to get away.
"Who says?" I was horrified that I wasn't the one who said that, struggling to keep her in. "R-run!" I begged, but they didn't. I was so glad it was them I was attacking, they had the speed to keep up with my evil self, catching my wrists when I swung my blades at them with their hands.
"What is happening?!" Jetfire's voice was the more dominant one right now, but switched to Jetstorm when he spoke again. "I think it's the music doing it!"
"No…i-it's Sideways…wh-when he tried to r-reprogram me!" Apparently not all of the coding could be deleted. The 'Con code I had in my base programming was a part of my RNA, who knew it could be manipulated in such a way…
"We don't want to fight you." Both voices were equal then, they really didn't.
"Y-you're going to have to." I gave them a small smile. "J-just don't let me hurt you…" I felt my consciousness slip again, my vision blurring at the edges as my optics turned red. Through the red hue, I was forced to watch myself fight my friends.
It's too loud…I can't focus. I desperately tried to connect to the Allspark, feeling a small pull on my spark.
"Autobots inbound, Ravage, retreat. Autobot reprogramming is a success. You will follow my commands. Obey. OBEY."
"We are not going to obey a creep like you!" I heard Safeguard, but I was keeping him busy with unrelated attacks. I don't want to do this! Let. Me. Go! To my surprise my body stopped, but the twins didn't and sent me flying into the store across the street.
"Starlit!" Ratchet called my name as I came to, picking myself up out of the broken tv sets and window glass. "What in the slag is wrong with you two?!"
"R-Ratchet…n-no…" Soundwave was making a retreat, which meant the signal was weaker, but I still didn't have full control. "Aw he's still online. Let's help him into retirement." She took over again, my voice doubling as I rushed the medic. Optimus was the one that stopped me, using his ax handle to keep me against him.
"Come on Starlit, you can fight this." He and I struggled, but he used his weight and size against me.
"I-I'm t-trying…" I stopped her from getting the edge up on Prime, fighting against myself.
"Slag…we need Jazz." Optimus told Rodimus, who had his team give chase to Soundwave. "Jetfire, Jetstorm, you might have to catch her." Unfortunately I was losing this fight, but winning my internal battle.
"Right." Safeguard and Rodimus flanked us, making sure I didn't have an escape route.
"S-sorry!" I told him as my left wheels activated, causing a bad friction burn on Prime's inner leg and forcing him to let go. I was able to keep my swords in but still threw a hard punch in his face. Oh good, he did put his face guard down. I thought as Rodimus tried to grab me. I leapt up, landing on his back and vaulting up onto a street lamp.
"Why is she fighting us? The 'con is long gone!"
"I got a bad feeling Soundwave got an upgrade on his mind controlling music. She's acting like when Sideways tried to reprogram her. It split her personality, taking on a more Decepticon role." He explained, but it wasn't just a split personality.
"Oh, I'm not a split personality." She cooed, using my voice. "I'm her real self. Stop it! Shut up!"
"Is she talking to herself?" Rodimus asked as I poised to jump him. I caught myself, holding the light pole when she went to jump, causing my frame to freeze in place.
"Ugh…my helm…" Bumblebee groaned as Ratchet helped him up. "Wait, where's…" Bee looked up, making optic contact with me. "Star? No…"
"Slag…" Ratchet glared.
You're no longer in control. Go back to where you came! I told the code as it finally gave away, my optics clearing back up and turning back to their normal green. I'm not done. We'll meet again, I'm sure. For now…night night! What? Everything went black as I felt myself falling.
—-
I hated waking in the med bay with no recollection of what happened, but it was becoming a common occurrence.
"You're lucky Safeguard is as fast as they are!" Ratchet was leaning over me, scanning my optics with his finger scanner.
"Frag that's bright." I winced, noting that the voice was completely gone and I didn't feel her coding in the background.
"At least you can see it. We thought you burnt your optics out again. What happened?" He let me sit up.
"That code from before, it's gone right?" I asked, he raised an eye ridge.
"You mean the reprogramming one? It's long gone, kid." His tone softened when he saw I wasn't too sure. "Did you feel like it was back?"
"She was in control again. I don't feel her now, but what if Prime is right, what if Soundwave got ahold of Sideways' reprogramming tech and is using it?"
"A reprogramming technology like that that uses sound isn't far fetched, but one that takes and sticks takes more than just his guitar. Though if he did find a way to build a system like before…" Ratchet sighed.
"He could use whoever he gets control of to go there to be reprogrammed." The crystals energon he had in his med bay began whispering again, they only got loud when the Allspark needed me to see something.
"The crystals talking again?" I hadn't realized I looked past the medic towards the energon crystals. He thought it was crazy, but didn't tease me for it just now.
"Yeah…" I sat up a bit more to steady myself and focused on their whispers. Like always, the light clicked off and I was back in the void of strings, only they appeared sickly and dying.
"No, what's happening?" I touched one, watching it wither away into dust. "Why are you sick?" A deep blue strand gently wrapped around my wrist, pulling me into a dusty green outlined world. "Cybertron?"
A voice shouted, several others were shouting as well as the city street of Cybertron appeared. More whispered about but none were clear. A glowing white blue orb slowly appeared, beckoning me to follow. As it led me around, different greenish gray outlines passed through my brighter teal outline, each one turning to mist before reforming itself behind me.
It led me to the old tunnels and deeper into an area that was run down and looked very old. Soon, I was at a stairway that led deep into Cybertron's core.
"Where are you going?" I asked the orb, but it only flashed brightly before zipping down the hole. "Hey, wait!" I called, realizing I'd have to follow. "Ok, it's not real…just…go!" But I couldn't make myself jump. "Ah slag…" just as I psyched myself up, the world spun and I was under ground with the orb. "You could have told me you can do that." The orb ignored me and flew deeper into the dark, making me run faster.
"Why are you running from me?" I didn't think I could trip in the void, but I learned I could as I fell over a light gray outline. "What the…" I stopped when I saw it was someone's ped, someone familiar.
"No…" I knelt down, brushing away 'dust' from the mech's face. "J-Jetstorm?" His visor was cracked, a trail of dried energon leaking from beneath and out the corners of his mouth. "No no no, s-stay with me…" but he had long gone offline. I held him close, mourning my lost friend in the void. "I'm sorry…"
"He's not the only one." Prowl's voice spoke from above. I looked up, his blue outline feeling brighter in the gray space.
"Prowl, what's happening? Why is everything dying…w-why…"
"Look closely." He told me, the outlines around us glowing brighter to illuminate my surroundings. To Jetstorm's left was Jetfire on his side, arm reaching towards his twin but no less offline. Ironhide was to my right, face down with Prime a few feet to his right. Prime's frame had been torn apart, Ratchet's offline form hunched over him like he had been fixing him. I gently set the outline of Jetstorm down as I stood, looking at all of our fallen friends. My spark raced when I found Blue in Jazz's arms, I fell to my knees beside them.
"Blues…" I touched his gray chevron, everything in me started going numb. "No, not him…" I looked back to Prowl, who stood over Bumblebee. Bee's frame laid looking towards where I was sitting, his hollow dark gray optics pulling me into a dark place.
"Cybertron is dying Starlit. And with it, it will take us all." His lack of emotion was getting to me.
"Then how do we stop it? What can I do?" The blue orb appeared in the distance, appearing to land in a crater before growing in size. The outlined form started gaining their colors, Bee's optics flickered, but as they did the blue orb turned orange to red, pulling everyone to their feet before pulling them in and turning everyone into dust.
"No! Stop!" I reached for the little mech, but he disappeared in my hands. "Prowl! Please! Tell me!" I sobbed, turning in time for Bee's outline to hit mine, turning to mist then dust as I turned to reach for him too. "This isn't fair…"
"The Allspark fragments must be returned to Cybertron's core. Beware the one who hungers for that power….once you return what is lost, he will return." Prowl pushed me away from the glowing red orb as a loud roar shook the void, pushing me out of the vision and back to the dying pink strings.
"Who is coming?!" I screamed, feeling like my processor was going to explode. "Prowl?" I felt so alone, the void fading away as reality came back.
"Kid?" Ratchet was staring at me, concern on his face. "Slag, thought I lost ya again! Yer optics went white…is that the weird power thing you do?" I didn't respond, instead pulling him into a hug. "Hey, hey now." He put his hands up at first, not expecting me to do that.
"I'm sorry…" I let him go, his hands resting on my forearms. "The vision…I saw…" he gave me a sympathetic look.
"I can't say it gets any easier seeing someone you care for go offline. Don't worry kid, this old bot ain't going offline any time soon." He assured, nudging my arm with his elbow.
Jazz didn't mind that I volunteered to watch Bluestreak for a few mega cycles while he went on night patrol. He did however ask why I had a hollow look about me, which I just told him it was from the program Soundwave used. How could I tell him I saw Bluestreak offline in his arms? I just couldn't.
"Aw, he so tiny!" I walked into the living area after cleaning him up. He found dirt that had been brought in and smeared it on himself just after Jazz left. Jetstorm and Jetfire were there playing a video game with Bee, but the blue twin appeared to be waiting for a turn. He had been sitting on the back of the couch but was instantly in front of me, making Blue hide his face in my chassis.
"It's ok." I tried to get Bluestreak to say hi but he wasn't having it. He warbled, coming around when he heard Bee cheer.
"Finally! In your face!"
"Ah, I had you in first round…" Jetfire sighted, both of them turning their attention to us. "Ha, even the sparkling thinks you're ugly."
"Not true." Jetstrom glared at him. Bluestreak looked between them, a little confused as to why their frames looked alike. He chirped, looking to me for an answer.
"You were napping last time they were here. This is Jetstorm and Jetfire." Each twin waved when I said their names. "They're loud, but part of our team." Bluestreak knew the word loud, Bee had taught him a bad habit of chirping loudly when someone said 'loud,' like he did now.
"We're loud? What about him?" Jetstorm held his hand out for Blue. "I'm thinking you will be loudest once you've grown." Bluestreak grabbed his fingers, comparing them to his. Just like mine and Prowl's, Bluestreak's digits were slightly curved at the tip making them sharp like claws. We had Sideways to thank for that, only 'Con's had clawed digits. "Can I hold him?"
"If he wants." Bluestreak let him, to my surprise, staring up into his visor as Jetstorm held him over his helm. "Careful, he's still little." Bluestreak laughed, for whatever reason loving this.
"Hey, when I do that you cry." Bumblebee pouted as Jetstorm moved to the middle of the living room, holding Bluestreak like he was flying. He stopped in front of Jetfire, letting his brother tickle Blue's sides.
"I wonder…" I leaned over the couch, pressing the side of Bee's helm that activated his optic cover.
"Hey!" But it did what I thought, Bluestreak reached for Bee, excited to be held by him. "Wait…the visor?"
"It makes sense if you think about it. Jazz has a visor he wears almost all the time, so Bluestreak associates visors with someone he can trust."
"See, you are the ugly one." Jetstorm nudged his twin. Bluestreak reached back for the blue twin, clicking and chirping happily when he held him again. Blue reached up and tried to take his visor off, confused when he didn't remove it. "Sorry, it doesn't come off." He stopped him from grabbing the edges of it, holding him closer in his arms.
"It doesn't?" Bee asked.
"Oh, right, you don't know." Jetstorm explained that when the refinery explosion happened, his optics practically exploded due to the heat and force, damaging them beyond repair. "The only way I am able to see is the visor they installed to what was left of my optical receivers. I don't actually have optics."
"Why did I think you guys volunteered for the upgrades?" Bee mused aloud.
"Most do, but we didn't." Jetfire sounded more bitter about it than his brother. "We were sought out because we were nearly offline, no one can really say no when you are mostly dead."
"Brother…" Jetstrom warned. Bluestreak didn't like their fighting, whining when they glared at each other.
"They asked! What would you call it? It wasn't gifted to us." Jetfire crossed his arms. "We were not top of anything, you think they would have picked top soldiers to experiment on? No, they chose us because we were expendable!" Jetstrom's visor dimmed in anger.
"You were not supposed to…"
"What? Tell truth?"
"I-I didn't mean to cause a fight." Bee got between them, taking Bluestreak from Jetstorm before he started crying and giving him back to me. Little mech hadn't stopped looking at them though, clearly upset by them.
"Is not your fault." Jetfire calmed down. "Sorry, I didn't mean to get angry. It's just….we are aware of what we are. Sentinel made it very clear to us that we were made as prototypes for future bots. I am thankful we are online, truely, but being told daily what our worth was to the Elite Guard by your commander takes toll…"
"Sentinel has a serious Primus complex." Bumblebee also knew all too well how bad the ex-Prime was. "You guys aren't worthless, I think you've proved that a few times."
"Calling you prototypes is an understatement." I added, Bluestreak cooing softly as things settled down. "He had no idea how complex surgeries really are, let alone installing upgrades." The amount of simulations Cyberton's engineers ran made it so that before they even started building, they were far past the prototype stages.
"You two could probably kick his skid plates across this planet if you wanted." Bee put his arm around Jetfire.
"You are only ones who seem to see that. Everyone else sees us as either looming threat or complete idiots." Jetstorm sat on the arm of the couch next to Bee.
"But you are idiot." Jetfire smirked.
"You both are…" I teased, rolling my optics, making them pout at me as I sat on the other arm of the couch. "There's a hole to prove it." Jetfire blushed, nervously scratching his cheek. "But we still care about you both."
"What do you mean by threat though?" Bee asked.
"Because of Decepticon coding they had to install, they think we could turn any moment. Kind of like that whole reprogramming thing Sideways did to you." Jetfire looked back to me. "But, why did Soundwave's music turn you…different?"
"Optimus said something about splitting personality?" Jetstorm asked.
"Well…" They were not aware that Sideways wasn't just a 'Con to me, I knew I could trust them, but would they let it slip that I was half 'Con? "Truth is…Sideways wasn't just after me to experiment his reprogramming skills. He was my sire." Both of them were surprised by my confession, Bee worried at his lower lip, unsure if I should have told them.
"So…Prowl was too then? Or were you half siblings?" Jetstorm asked.
"We had the same sire and creator, yeah." Both looked at Bluestreak.
"That means…he is too? At least quarter 'Con." Jetfire gently pinched the little mech left ped. "Proves it then. Just cause we have coding doesn't make us 'Cons." The orange mech grinned.
"Told you." Jetstrom put his left arm over the back of the couch, leaning on Bee. "We won't tell, promise."