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Acid Rain	By : ANGELAMDOWNES Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 2992 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Author's Note- Hi this is the twelfth chapter of Acid Rain.
Special thanks to Starlove, Decepticon Skywhip, The-writing-Mew, fan girl 666, Kitt SummerIsle, Iwanita, poisonouswaffle'n-stuffs, Guest, Chibi Oro, NightXIV, Mavis, LittleLadyLokiStark, Alestrel, X-Eclipse, Kami Count D, Riddick, .owered, anonymous, moonlightnight1, rel95, . , SamoaCookie, rotorhead and silveryn83 for your reviews and comments.
Hello this is my first fic of this dark a nature so I would ask that you read the warnings carefully before reading and no flamers please. It's AU so you can imagine it however you want.
This story was partially inspired by Kami Count D's 'Crime and Punishment' fic and I would recommend you all to read it if you have not already (also if you like Starscream/Ironhide as a pairing 'Crime and Punishment's' companion fic 'The Enemy You Know' is also a very enjoyable read).
Unbetaed.
Disclaimer- I do not own Transformers or its characters.
Warnings- Rated MA. Non-con/graphic rape, violence, perhaps some slight gore and mutilation near/at the beginning, there may be consensual slash in later chapters, Transformer swearing, angst, depression, death, trauma, mentions of masturbation.
Warnings for this chapter- Transformer swearing, mentions of previous character death (major in the Prime verse), violence, depression, trauma, hints at past rape (not described), sexual references but nothing explicit.
Units of Time:- Astrosecond- 1 second Klik- 1 minute Cycle- 1 hour Orn- 1 day Decacycle- 1 week Meta-cycle- 1 month Solar cycle- 1 year Vorn- 1 million years.
Italics- Flashbacks/thoughts/memories/link speak.
Bold- Comm speak.
Recognizable lines are borrowed/paraphrased from the 2007-2011 movies, accompanying games and other Transformers media.
I hope you enjoy the chapter and please review.
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Chapter Twelve- Hate
Starscream had dropped into a relatively comfortable recharge on Megatron's chair, curled up in a tight ball beneath his cover. The tyrant watched his second freely, datapads forgotten and left on the edge of his world map. Every now and again the Seeker's wings would flick out and he'd catch a glance of the tips before they vanished again, hiding beneath the dark purple of the sheet. Starscream's helm rested on his knees with the blanket separating them, slim faceplates facing the storm. The shocks of lightning did not disturb him but, if there was too large a gap between the flashes of light, the darkness sometimes disgruntled and threatened to rouse him. The violent wind seemed to soothe him when it managed to infiltrate Megatron's rooms, and it was that his wings would seek when they emerged, a peaceful expression stealing across Starscream's faceplates when they succeeded.
A curious, expressive creature.
The Warlord's processor was blank even of Optimus's voice, the storm rolling through him as his optics traced and memorised Starscream's movements. An unknown amount of time passed in which Megatron did not move or think, just content to observe in the somewhat quiet.
When Soundwave arrived to speak with him, it took some kliks for the Decepticon Lord to realise that his TIC had pinged his comm line. Standing, stretching out stiff joints, Megatron sent the internal order for his doors to open but remained where he was.
Soundwave entered like a shadow, hardly disturbing the room, and waited patiently for Megatron's full attention. With a sigh, the Warlord joined the telepath and they settled into battle plans and schedules. Megatron prolonged the talks longer than necessary to avoid speaking about his TIC taking a look at his processor. Even though it was only Soundwave, it was still an invasion of some of the most private parts of himself.
There was no escape however and, with Starscream deep in recharge, there was nothing to distract them from the issue once the discussion reached its conclusion as their known information was exhausted.
'Soundwave,' he vented, after an unusually awkward pause, 'I have a favour to ask…'
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Starscream sighed, wind on his wings, as Praxus, Vos's cousin city, burned beneath his glowing thrusters. Buildings had been left as mere layers of dust in the air, and any screaming which had been audible over the blasts were loud and piercing but mercifully brief. The Decepticons had struck hard and fast, giving neither the Praxians time to escape nor the Autobots a chance to mount a defence. He had hoped for a long time it would not come to this, but Megatron's orders were not to be disobeyed and Praxus's authorities had been given many, many chances to reconsider their stance.
Dreadwing and his trine flew somewhere overhead, no Seeker truly looking at where they were shooting in order to avoid tripping their sparkling protection programming. The smoke helped and the fact that grounders had dropped the bombs which had done most of the damage soothed the Seeker's sensibilities slightly, enough for them to finish what their comrades had started…
Starscream shot through the air at the sight of the Warlord's ship, being fourth in command meant his presence would soon be required and he would much prefer to be early than late. The SIC's larger form passed across his vision to land on the deck, Dreadwing striding inside with his split-spark twin Skyquake to his right and slightly behind. Their third, Nightfall, was younger and smaller in model than his adoptive brothers. He was quicker than the other two and lightsparked for a Decepticon, and might have made a good companion for Skywarp had the two elders not disapproved of the possible friendship. Starscream rolled his optics, touching down himself moments later.
Dreadwing always had to make things difficult.
'My Lord,' the SIC greeted Megatron as Starscream entered the bridge, hovering in the doorway as he waited to be either called forward or dismissed. The FIC dipped his wings in a bow as the former gladiator's ruby gaze met his own, and returned the smile which was offered as Megatron beckoned him forward.
As Air Commander, the Seekers would follow no other but their Winglord, Starscream was all but equal to Dreadwing in influence, if not in rank. And, just occasionally, the larger Seeker would convey that knowledge through his optics or through the touch of a sneer on his lip components. Starscream would just grin back in answer, mockery flashing across his expression but only when Megatron's back was turned. There would always be a place for Nightfall, perhaps even Skyquake though he shared the barely concealed opinion of his twin, within Starscream's now unofficial court, but Dreadwing had alienated far too many with his rejection of his Winglord's authority. He believed Starscream to be dishonourable, Thundercracker too introverted and the less said about Skywarp and his flaunting of his youth the better. In short, an inadequate Elite Trine with an unworthy leader.
Starscream, though he'd never show such weakness before the other Decepticons, regretted the loss of one of his wingmates, far more than he felt the need to taunt Dreadwing with the fact of their existence. Still, it could not be helped.
Megatron strode away from them, tacitly ordering his Seekers to follow him to the screens Soundwave controlled. Three Praxians were under guard nearby, apparently the remains of, not just a family, but also a culture and race of people. The two adults stood, doorwings downturned- the appendages hinting at the kinship between them and Vosians- as they watched the carnage below. One, Starscream assumed to be the eldest, held a clearly terrified youngling protectively in one arm while offering comfort to his older companion by enclosing him in half a hug. Gradually, the older mech's doorwings rose to both defensively and caringly wrap around the other two, trying to shield the youngling's teary optics from the fire and destruction onscreen.
All four Seekers bristled in individual subtle gestures, grimacing as one at the sight of the little mech. They may have, just, tolerated the destruction of the younglings, sparklings and hatchlings they could not see, but under no condition would they allow the little Praxian to be deactivated directly before them.
Thankfully, Megatron did not expect them to. After taking Starscream's report of the air force, he commanded the three captives be dropped at the entrance to Praxus, so they could warn other mechs and femmes, cities and towns, of the consequences of provoking the Lord of the Decepticons. Starscream led them off with significantly more care than he would have shown had the youngling not been present.
Dreadwing discreetly tensed, wings pulling in to his back, in unease as Megatron advanced on him.
Skywarp met his leader and the three Praxians as they left the Command Deck, warping them to the ground; several miles from what had been the city centre.
At the sight the youngling burst into uncontrollable sobs, clutching at his guardian as if the pulsing of his spark depended on it.
'Bluestreak, shhh. I've got you, shh.' Large doorwings wrapped around the comparatively small form, rocking the young Praxian gently.
Skywarp's orbs dimmed, glistening with fluid, at Bluestreak's distress, gaze turning and locking onto Starscream, optics pleading, glancing at the three neutrals frantically and gesturing with his wings to offer the youngster some help. The trine-leader nodded and caressed his third's wing comfortingly, unsubspacing some medical supplies and a couple of cubes of energon. Stepping forward, chittering soothingly in native Seeker at Bluestreak, he offered the low-grade ration to the shuddering little mech. 'Here, take it,' he pushed it lightly into the far smaller servos.
The two adults tensed, postures radiating hostility, as the Seeker approached but didn't protest their charge taking the cube. Starscream gave the rest of the supplies to the second adult and turned away, servo clasping his wingmate's shoulder and forcing him to turn around and walk away.
Their pedes did not tread the blackened ground long, before they stepped into the equally dirtied air, Thundercracker soon joining their flight back to the Warship.
Metacycles later, the Seekers buried Dreadwing and his brothers, some still shocked by the sight of Skyquake and Nightfall simply dropping from the skies so very close by to them. Skywarp's frame curled into Starscream's side as all three were buried. The two subordinate trinemates had been arguing before they fell over the teleporter, the youngest of Dreadwing's trine having had something of a crush on his counterpart in Starscream's and had finally gathered the courage to express his wish to court the prankster. Skywarp had been trying to calm his up until then secret friend and defend him from the harsh words of his older brother when the other mech had slipped from the light grip of the purple and black flier's arm around his shoulders.
Both brothers were grey before they struck the ground.
Whimpering softly into Starscream's side, Thundercracker's servo resting on his wing as the two older Seekers offered physical comfort and love through the link, Skywarp cried.
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Starscream gradually onlined, processor throwing up thoughts it never had before, seeing things it never had while he held lower rank. Perhaps… Dreadwing was only the way he was because he could see changes in Megatron that his Winglord had yet to, and had become defensive as Starscream had grown to be? Maybe the destruction of an entire city had aroused something in Megatron that had previously lain dormant…
No matter, Starscream had woken with a far clearer processor since the night the rain had started, and something was beginning to flutter deep within his spark, the sight of his younger trinemate's tears streaking down almost perpetually gleeful faceplates burned behind his optics, and opened a well within him he'd long ago slammed closed.
Grief as he began to realise the full extent of what his Seekers had lost, and the essential parts of their nature they were forced to give up or suppress over time under Megatron's rule… but not only that. Rage and hate which had been lurking, deeply concealed, in his unconscious, settled into his soul to start gnawing like a swarm of scraplets feasting on living metal, now they finally had energy to exist and grow upon. Standing, his wings flared out in a threatening gesture, silencing the two other mechs in the room.
He glared, a vivid feeling of clarity running through his systems and spark swirling in cold, unyielding fury at the two former gladiators, violently rebuffing Soundwave's attempts to ease his processor and summoning the Coneheads to collect him. As he faced down the two mechs, his vents heaved but he stood firm, safe in the knowledge that regardless of the outcome of this his Seekers would be safe from Megatron.
If the tyrant killed him, the fliers would never forgive the loss of their Winglord and they would leave en masse, and hopefully find a better protector than Starscream had provided for them.
'You have taken everything from me!' He shrieked, vocaliser tightening in his throat at the abrupt abuse, wings beating the air with emotion, 'and don't say you're giving it back now! It isn't enough, and it never will be! Do you really expect me to forgive you? Give you a chance, when you have never given me one? I hate you, with all my spark I do! You're a monster! A cruel, vile grounder! How could you take the sky from me? My choice of first partner? My freedom? My voice? My cousins? My wingmates? My trinemates? I gave you everything you demanded, why was it never enough? Why is everything always my fault? Even the fragging rain for Primus's sake!' A spark-broken, half-insane laugh burst from the SIC. 'You offer your protection and your favour, but did it ever occur to you that you should have been giving that to me from the beginning? You always give so freely to the others! Approval, respect, praise… Why can't you give some to me? I brought you the Seekers, though I was your second choice to lead them and always was! I brought cities to their knees for you! We even,' his breath hitched slightly before he pushed himself onwards, 'killed sparklings for you! Are you even aware of how unnatural an act that is for a Seeker? I will never forgive you; do you hear me, Megatron? Are you listening to me this once? I despise you and, while I will serve you until my spark extinguishes, I will never forgive you!'
The room fell into silence once more for a time, apart from the relentless pounding of the rain.
'And I Starscream,' Megatron remained where he was, not a hint of ire in his posture but the determination in his optics he always had when confronted with the best defended of Autobot strongholds, 'will work to earn your forgiveness until I rust.'
The new hardness in Starscream's optics didn't relent, and he crossed to the magnificent doors and strode out without another word, Megatron providing the codes to allow him to leave wordlessly. He met the Coneheads who were nervously walking along the corridor towards him after storming down the stairs and through several hallways.
Exhaustion trickled suddenly up his back strut, guilt growing at what he had put his kind through on Megatron's behalf as he pet their wings and crooned to them in greeting, 'take me to the others,' he murmured rather lyrically though his voice seemed scratchy and strained, 'there are some things you all need to know.'
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