A/N: I ain't dead….yet. Just finishing up occupational (similar to physical) therapy for my hand and I can finally type again with my left hand. *grin* Any who, the plot bunnies have been attacking me so I've decided to write this one out before I can continue with the others I've apparently placed on hiatus. I would like to apologize to anyone awaiting me to continue my other stories and any grammar or misspellin's I have within this new or any other of my stories/chapters. I don't have a Beta so don't ask and yes I'll eventually get around to correcting, expanding, and elaborating my tales.
Disclaimer: Transformers = Hasbro. Not Mine. Nor do I make any money, etc etc from this or any other of my writings.
Pet Starscream
Starscream walked quietly home with a supply crate of energon for the next deca-cycle for his brothers and himself. Normally Thundercracker would have been the one to collect their rations from the energon plant but Skywarp had become ill leaving the youngest of the three to gather their nutrition while Thundercracker tended to the other's illness.
It wasn't unheard of for younglings, let alone orphans, to become ill and offline permanently anymore. Not when famine threatened the entire Cybertronian race. The only ones appeared immune to the disease was the royal families and nobility. Sure a few of the Elite Guardsmen became infected but none had died off.
Glancing up at the night sky, Starscream was beside himself in thought. What would we do if Skywarp died… He thought to himself. It would probably destroy TC if he did.
His mind wondering into dark thoughts, Starscream paid no attention to his surroundings until he crushed the crate between himself and a firm body before him, hearing some of the energon cubes within crack but not shatter. "Oof!"
"Hey, watch it!" He growled as he stepped back, inspecting the fragile energon before looking up finding himself facing the back of a large mech as he slowly turned to face him. Starscream took another step back, hesitantly, as the larger white mech glared down at him.
"What did you say, shrimp," he threatened darkly.
Starscream was fearful. If this was any other mech he would have been offended by the statement but this was one of the larger mechs normally found in the Alpha Districts. "uhh…uh.." He was literally fearful as the mech advanced after him, watching the other mech's expression shifted from his enraged expression to one of strange interest.
Starscream visibly shuddered as he watched the other's glossa lace his lip components. "I…I need to go…" He suddenly turned to sprint off, hearing the others give chase and close in behind him.
"Get him!"
"He'll make a wonderful edition to the harem!"
They shouted after him as he ran, feeling the fear forming within his spark. "No!" He screamed. His thrusters within his stabilizer-servos sparking as he commanded them to kick on. His brothers had told him time and again he wasn't allowed to use his thrusters or fly because energon was scarce for them but he had to get away for his sake.
Starscream practically cleared the third levels of the industrial buildings when he heard a loud pop behind him, followed by the sound of screaming metal (think of a cable snapping on an aircraft carrier, the whipping, hiss-like sound) approaching behind him. Out of his peripheral, he caught the hue of pink shimmering on either side of him.
"Huh?" He glanced to his right just as an charged netting entangled around him, tying him up as he suddenly screamed out in pain. His optics flickered as his world gave into a darkened downwards spiral.
"Th-thunder cracker~" Starscream murmured as he fell to the ground, impacting the ground with enough force on his right side to crumple his wing. His optics burned white as pain shot through his sensory network, his mouth open to scream the pain but no sound came forth. He barely made out the sound of impacting metal closing in towards him. His processor telling him to desperately call out for help, to get away yet he was unable to open communications to his brothers.
By reflex, he tightened his arms around the crate of mostly cracked and few shattered energon. Murmuring his brothers names as he tried to drag himself to his stabilizer-servos.
"Grab him," a gruffed voice commanded as he was suddenly thrown forwards onto his front, or rather the crate, shattering its contents against him. A surge of energy was pulsed against him by the netting to keep him still before he was hoisted upright.
"Little piece of slag!" A white blurb of the mech from before appeared before Starscream's optic field. "They never learn." He chuckled to the others.
"P~please," Starscream begged, gripping what remained of the ruined crate.
"Look! He's begging for you!" Another stated causing the others to laugh.
Starscream shook his head as he made out stasis cuffs being brought out. "My brothe~" His words never finished as his world cut black from the cuffs connection activated, placing the young Vosian into stasis.
Starscream onlined to a gentle breeze against his armor. Onlining his optics he found himself within a lavished room, wide and tall with pillows, draperies, and curtains all about. Am I dreaming. Starscream questions his optical input till his cpu echoed the events from his last activation.
He quickly shot upright only to fall forwards, towards the side, landing on a pile of cushioned pillows. The expected pain from landed on his damaged right wing never came, only a phantom feeling floated through his sensor net. Curious, Starscream glanced over to the cause of the phantom only to find the space empty.
Panic shot through the youngling's sensor-net as he whipped his helm around to find his left wing missing as well. "…n~no!" He gasped as he crawled onto his knees, wrapping his arms around his body to feel his back. "My wings…" Horror and panic over came the seeker as he stumbled to his stabilizers only to fall back onto his aft. Glancing at his stabilizer-servos he released a energon curdling scream that would have shattered any nearby audios if there was anyone near. His thrusters were removed and replaced with decorative heels.
His entire chassis, now looking himself over in fear of modifications, had been cleaned and altered. His hips and waist were defined and narrowed, his cockpit glass now translucent, almost completely transparent; all together his entire frame feminine and impractical other then as a berth toy.
He trembled and his processor raced through various scenarios of what his function was going to be, of whom he'd be berthed with, and of how many vorns he'd have left.
He placed his fingers to his helm, feeling for his communicator to open his frequencies to his brothers, only to find his communicator missing.
He demeanor cracked. Optic cleanser started flowing down his faceplates as realization of his disbelieving situation hit him.
Groons had past before Starscream calmed down to whimpers and hiccups from his engine. Exhaustion clung to him as he wallowed within his self-depression before he heard a faint ping. Silence took him as he listened to what sounded like the faint sounds of an elevator followed by the soft clicking of pedes hitting the ground with murmuring voices in conversation.
He sat up and scanned the room till he spotted a group of mechs with similar modifications done to the chassis' approaching. The group came to a silent stop as they noticed Starscream sitting within the plurry of pillows and cushions, faceplates streak stained with optic fluid.
They glanced at one another before approaching Starscream who tried to jump up to defend himself and back away. In his hesitation and nervousness he started clicking at them in seeker.
:To be continue….
Any guess what and who's to come? General outline I have down; ideas and input for side stories and plots welcome.
September 16, 2011, 11:25 PM
Time-chart:
An astrosecond - .498 seconds
A nano-cycle - 1 second
A nano-klik - 1 Earth second
A klik - 1.2 Earth minutes
A beem - 8.3 minutes
A groon - 1 hours
A cycle - 1 hour 15 minutes
A mega-cycle - 93 hours
A solar cycle - 1 day
A deca-cycle - 3 weeks
An orbital cycle - 1 month
A quartex - 1 Earth month
A stellar-cycle - 7.5 months
A Meta-cycle - 13 months
An ano-cycle - Cybertronian year
A decivorn - 8.3 years
A vorn - 83 years
An orn is defined as "one Cybertronian lunar cycle"
A lightyear - a very long time