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What Tomorrow Holds	By : Supermoi Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 1544 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is purely a Fanfic, I made no profits from this, and I do not own the characters or contexts didplayed here. Transformers and all related characters are hasbro/Takara's.

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Disclaimer : Transformers © Hasbro/Takara. I only own my OCs Silverstream, Redstar, Darkwind, Amberjewel, Lightcloud and Swiftstrike.

A/N: Rating will be raised to M from this chapter on. Only for safety and because there will be gore, violence and adult themes in there from now on.

What Tomorrow Holds

Part 1: Escalation

Chapter 1: A rising threat

The place was crowded. There was security mechs, wounded and emergency crew everywhere, trying to bring a little order in all the chaos around. Central Iacon Station looks like a war zone right now, and it wasn’t too far from the truth. The explosions had been of an incredible violence, leaving a huge crater on its epicentre and shattering all the buildings and peoples around on a two miles radius.

Chaos wasn’t even beginning to describe what the first security and emergency had seen when they finally reached the scene. First, there were rubbles and shattered metal and glass everywhere, and a thick smoke was clouding the area, making it hard to see through and find the wounded. Secondly, horrifying pained screams, whimpers and moans could be heard from all directions, sending shivers down the spinal unit of the medics that first reached the place.

Once the smoke had cleared a little, the horror of the attack had appears on all it’s gory glory. Mechs and Femmes were literally littering the floor, and not always in one piece. There were severed limbs and energon blood everywhere the optics could see. A young medic, it was his first field mission, had been forced to run out and had purged all of his tanks only from the smell that was shrouding the scene of the attack. The smell was a foul melt of energon blood, fried circuitry and wiring and other unidentified body fluids.

The scent of death.

Now, an hour after the first mechs had arrived for the rescuing and securing of the area, the Planetary Security Director, Soundwave, and his first lieutenant, Prowl, were standing in the middle of what had become an organized chaos. Soundwave had sent his cassettes to help the emergency crew recover the imprisoned mech and Femmes that certainly were still trapped inside the rubbles. They were small enough to slip into places larger mechs couldn’t reach, and that was a great asset.

“Report.” Asked the emotionless mech calmly, to the leader of the first security crew to get there an hour earlier.

“The explosion was huge, and I fear at least a hundred casualties. Maybe more. Now, after an hour of search and rescue, we have found forty-six dead and almost a hundred wounded, Sir. And we are only started… By nightfall, I am quite sure than we’ll reach a hundred dead and more than two hundred wounded, and I’m not counting the mechs still trapped in the rubbles.” The mech looked tired and worn out. That sort of job was very taking a toll on the nerves of the rescuers. “If I can make a fair guess, I’ll say than we would have more than a hundred an a half death and three hundred wounded. And I really don’t know how long it’ll be to uncover all of the trapped mechs under the trash, Sir.”

Soundwave looked like he was about to crack one of his rare emotion here. He seems to stiffen a little and his visor brightens for a couple of second, as if he was containing with great struggle powerfull anger building inside. From his part, Prowl, at his side, frowned and looked downright angered and horrified by the mech’s report of the casualties. That attack was the first to cause that much damage and death….

Prowl had been assigned the file almost from the beginning, half a vorn earlier. He had studied carefully all the attack to find a correlation, a binding link, a pattern into that apparent chaos. But he had got only a little success until now. First of all, not a single member of that terrorist organization had ever been captured. They were very careful not to let any traces that could lead to them when they planted a bomb somewhere. And it was growing more and more frustrating for the perfectionist and logic mech.

Something was telling him that they were facing a most dangerous enemy here. An enemy that know them very well, too. And that made him even more dangerous. Whoever “he” may be…

“And what about the explosives? Did you find any remains of the bomb?” Asked the mech finally.

“Not yet, Sir. We haven’t been able to reach the center of the explosion, because they’re too much debris and a huge crater in the way. But we’re on it. I expect the explosive specialist team to recover the remains in the next two hours. The priority is still the wounded and there are still a lot in the area.” Replied the young Security Sergeant as he turned a bit to face Prowl.

“Undestood. Continue the investigation and tell us as soon as possible.” Cuts Soundwave, then, dismissing the mech to let him resume his duties. He then turned to his First Lieutenant and speaks again, his voice cold and collected. “This attack: not fitting in the previous pattern. I suspect the terrorists to heighten the threat. Hypothesis: next phase of the plan launched. More violence and casualties are to be feared in future attacks.”

Prowl nodded, because he had reached the same conclusion. The terrorists had launched a new level of their plan, whatever it may be. And it’s going to be ugly in the future. He was cut on his thought by a new voice rising behind the two of them. Prowl turned to see Megatron and Optimus approaching carefully, trying not to trip in anything. They had finally be informed of the attack, then… About time!

“What happened here? Soundwave, report!” Asked the silver giant as soon as he was in range.

To cut it short, Soundwave told him what the young Sergeant had tell him once they had arrives themselves. The expression in Megatron face turned enraged and his optics brightens a deep red for a couple of seconds. That looks had always spell trouble for anyone it was directed to… As for Optimus Prime, he looks horrified and a little sick, as much as angered by that news. He had lifted a hand to cover his faceplates in an unconscious gesture of shock.

“The threat had reached a new level, my Lord. More casualties are to be feared in the future.” Concluded the navy blue mech darkly.

“Our new priority is to stop these attacks. We have to find the leader of the organization as soon as possible and dismantle it. It cannot be permitted to continue! These terrorist must face the fate that awaits them…”

Megatron looked pissed beyond words. When the war had finally ended, he had been given back his old position of Lord Protector of Cybertron, and Optimus Prime was reinstalled in the position of Ruler, along with his brother. But that doesn’t mean that the mechs had cut themselves from the peoples of Cybertron. On the contrary, the two of them had made it a duty to always remain close to the mechs they had been leading for millions of years. Since peace had been made a vorn ago, the brothers had grown closer than they had ever been before the war. So, when the first attacks had begun, protecting the population of Cybertron from those who apparently wanted to reignite the war had become a priority. Even if, at the time, only buildings had been damaged.

But today, seeing the chaos and horror that had been landed, the priority had to be heighten. For the protection of the people of Cybertron and Earth. Who was to say than the next attack wouldn’t be launched on planet Earth instead of Cybertron? Humans are their allies and they had to protect them as well.

“Is there any clue about who’s behind this?” Asked the red and blue mech in a low tune.

“I’m afraid no, Optimus, Sir. In half a vorn of investigation, I hadn’t even been close to discover the who’s who of the organization… If only I could have a suspect to interrogate, for once, I may make some progress.” Complained Prowl in a dark and angry tune, crossing his arms on his chest.

At that moment, Jet engines were heard from above, and a trio of jet landed not too far from there, making the dust lift around their frames. Starscream and his trine had arrived on the scene at last. The graceful, slender frames of the flyers were shining in the middle of the surrounding chaos, and they looked… misplaced, in a way. They looked too bright and colourful for that situation. And the best was…

Megatron’s optics widens when he saw the mech struggling between Skywarp and Thundercracker. Starsream, a smug expression on his beautiful features, took a step forward and grinned widely. Apparently they had been summoned to patrol the sky for any traces of the bomber shortly after the explosion… And they did found something!

Incredible!

Megatron smiled inwardly at the sight. If anyone was fast enough to catch a mech like that, it was Starscream and his brothers. But it wasn’t the fact than they actually had caught a suspect that was incredible, but the suspect in itself… Optimus looked downright angered at the sight of the mech caught between the two Seekers.

“Mirage? What on Cybetron is that madness?!”

“Well, well, well… Look what the bird of prey had caught. Well done Starscream.”

“Well, it wasn’t easy, because that little sneak was crawling around not too far from here, hidden by his cloaking device. He was checking on the search and rescue operation, and was about to return and make his report to his superior, I’m sure of that. What had sold him was that pile of unstable rubble that fell on his head and knock him unconscious, cutting his cloak off.”

Megatron took a couple of steps toward the trapped mech until he was close enough to catch his chin between his thumb and index finger. He forces him to look up at him and look him in the optics. The blue and white mech had an angry and scared look on his optics and features. And he looked pissed. Very VERY pissed to be caught.

“Well, Mirage, what do you have to say for your defence? Why were you sneaking around like a thief in the night? It looks very suspect in my optics.”

The mech didn’t say anything. He narrowed his optics and clenched his jaw even more. He wasn’t about to say a thing, apparently. But Optimus, angry and looking so deeply disappointed, came closer and pushed his brother aside to stand in front of his ex-soldier. He had a terrifying look on his optics, a look that was promising a lot of troubles for the mech in front of him.

“Why, Mirage? The war is over, so why do you want to reignite that with this mindless violence? I thought you were smarter than that.”

Looking a little guilty, the smaller mech locked his optics on his feet. He was ashamed to be seen like that by his former leader. But he had always loathed the humans secretly. He wants them gone from Cybertron for good, and it was the main reason that had made him join the terrorist organization in the first place. Using his logic and intelligence, Shockwave had managed to coax the young mech to his side. Seeming to shrink under his ex-leader gaze, he finally broke the silence.

“I didn’t plant the bomb. I was here to check on the search and rescue operation, that’s all.”

“That doesn’t made you any better than the mech that had planted the bomb, Mirage. But you can redeem yourself by telling us all you could about the terrorists.”

Optimus put a gentle and friendly hand on his ex-soldier shoulder, trying to convince him of his good will. The smaller mech struggled with his conscience for a while, but he didn’t say a thing in the end, choosing to be stubborn. Megatron didn’t wasted any time trying to convince the mech here and he ordered him to be held and contained for interrogation. Something was telling him than he knew a lot about the plans and the leader of the organization.

At that, the Seeker flew to the sky again and headed to Security Headquarters on the center of Iacon. Starscream remains here, though. He looks tired and he found a pile of rubbles to sit in. Megatron, seeing this, came close rand sit next to his bondmate and put an arm around his waist.

“What’s wrong? You look tired…”

“I am… I have a good reason for that too!” He said with a yawn and he put a hand on his abdomen, grinning widely. “We’re going to need another room shortly, I’m afraid.”

Shocked at first, the Lord Protector finally smiled brightly and kissed his mate deeply. Well, that day was definitively full of surprises!

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That night, Megatron was very annoyed when he came back to his estate after he witnessed the interrogation of Mirage. The supposed terrorist was very stubborn. He had made a duty to remain silent through anything they could land on him. And it was annoying to no ends. They would have to continue the next day first thing in the morning, though. He possessed invaluable information for the investigation on the terrorists.

His mood lightens greatly as soon as he came into the main building. Light footsteps and happy shouting came closer quickly and he was soon tackled by three happy sparklings. Redstar managed to ignite his immature thrusters and landed on his father’s chest with a wave of chirps and clicks melted with greetings words. Silverstream and Darkwind gripped his legs tightly, laughing and wailing happily in both adult and sparkling language. They were the equivalent of three years old Earth childs, now than they were a vorn old.

“Dada! You home! Wheeeee! Come play with us!”

“Pick up! Pick up! Pick up!” Silvertream was tugging at his leg and wanted him to lift him up. “Dada! Pick up!”

“Alright, little monster!”

He crouched and snatched the two other sparklings from the floor to cradle them to his chest with their brother. They laughed and shouted even more and he had three pair of arms locked around his neck. He carried the sparklings to the living room, and he found Starscream there, sleeping on the couch. He smiled fondly at that, silently coming closer and putting a hand on his mate cheek, caressing lightly. Starscream mumbled something but didn’t awoken yet.

“Mama tired. Sleeping…” Commented Darkwind very seriously. “Shhhh, not disturb mama.”

“You’re right. We’ll let mama sleep. Come, sons, I think it’s time for you to have a bath and go to sleep. It’s late.”

He was greeted with negative and angry shouting at that, the sparklings hating bath and bedtime. Megatron only tightens his grip on the little rascals and brought them to the washracks. He called for a servant to get some help, and after a long and hard struggle, they managed to gat the triplets cleaned up and ready to sleep. Once they were in their small berth, they were squirming and trying to go away and play. A took a while more to settle them for the night. And a story later, the triplets were deep in recharge.

*At last… I never thought raising sparklings would be so difficult…* Thought Megatron once he was out of the room.

He found a smiling Starscream waiting on the hallway outside the room, a wide grin on his faceplates and his arms casually folded across his cockpit. A looks like he had just awoken from recharge, too. He cocked his head to the side when Megatron laid his optics on him.

“They’re in recharge, at last?”

“Yes. Tell me, Screamer, why do I have to put a fight every time I am the one to put the triplets to recharge? You never seem to have any problems to do that…”

Megatron smiled wickedly, leaning closer and trapping his smaller mate between his impressive frame and the wall behind him. He cupped his face gently with one hand and landed a soft, loving kiss on his dark lips. He felt him smile in the kiss and return the favour with a heated passion. The Seeker was obviously horny and he made it crystal clear with that one kiss. After a moment, he breaks the kiss and said, breathlessly.

“What can I say? I’m good with sparklings…”

After that, words became needless and the two bondmates moved the growing passion to the bedroom, on the other side of the hallway. Megatron had barely the time to warn the servants than they weren’t to be disturbed for a couple of hours before he lost the hability to form coherent thought. Once in the room, still locked in an endless cycle of passionate kisses and heated caresses, Megatron don’t even bother to make it to the berth. He slammed Starscream to the nearest wall cockpit first and stuck his crotch on his backside, pinning him quite efficiently.

“Yessss…” Hissed the jet sensually into his mate audio. “I like it when you’re fucking me rough, ‘Mighty’ Megatron…”

Megatron growled, even more aroused by the dirty words Starscream was using. That was one of their many games during interfacing… And the Seeker was so good at finding obscenities and dirty words to rival with his own. Still whispering a row of brand new insanities in his mate audios as he was caressing and fondling his wings and cockpit so wonderfully, making him jerk and moan loudly in raw pleasure, Starscream, managed to twist his upper body to lick and bite at Megatron jaw line and neck. He slowly made his way down his throat and to his chest, where he slowly and purposely traced the seams and cracks in the armour there. With an approving cry and a low moan of pure lust, Megatron pin him even more into the wall, letting the jet barely enough place to cycle air and move a bit.

“Staaaarscreeeeam…” breathed Megatron after another row of obscenities from his jet mouth, spreading his legs with a knee. “I love your dirty talking… keep going, you little bitch, keep going!”

Fans clicked to life suddenly, vents cycling and sucking cool air frantically, working overtime to cool overheated bodies as the heat was reaching a new level. Megatron was fondling the seams of his cockpit and slowly going down to reach his crotch, unlatching it with a teasing slowness, making his lover moan and whimpers in anticipation. Starscream, not wanting to be left behind, tried to reach his goal from his awkward position, sliding his hand slowly down one of Megatron hips, and reaching his own crotch, managing to unclasp it. His other arm was reaching above his head as he leaned backward, tilting his head back to land an upside down kiss on his heated lips, cupping the back of his mate’s helm. Now free from his restraint, Megatron’s cable was slowly brushing against Starscream’s backside, tickling his port tentatively. He slid three digits into the lubricated, wet port of his mate and made a hard but agonizingly slow thrusting motion.

“Hooooo… Yeah… More, harder! I love you hard and rough…” Moaned the Seeker has he was impaled mercilessly by his lover’s digits.

Megatron chuckled sensually and withdraw his digits, tracing the edge of the port teasingly for a couple of klicks before positioning his cable and pushing inside all the way. Stascream let out a loud cry, buckling his hips into the penetration wildly, pinned almost painfully to the wall. Thrusting slowly at first, Megatron captured his lover’s lips in a fierce, dominating kiss, glossa battling for dominance. He explored the hot, wet mouth of his mate roughly, biting his lips and tasting his energon blood in the process. Starscream returned the favour, scrapping his mate’s lips and glossa with his fangs, melting their energon in a sweet, crazy way. Electricity and pleasure were growing quickly now, and overload was very close. They were now growling, hissing and clawing like a couple of beasts, Megatron’s thrusts becoming harder and deeper, slamming his lover on the wall roughly, letting small dents and scraps on his slender body. Pain and pleaure malts in a intoxicating way, as the overload finally hit hard, Starscream screaming to the sky, optics ablaze with fire, living up to his name. A couple of thrusts more and Megatron overloaded too, releasing his pent up energy and fluids into his smaller mete’s port, triggered by his lover’s scream and his port tightening around his cable as he came.

“Hummmm…” Purred Starscream as he slides down the wall along with his mate, resting his on his lap. “That was the best overload I had in a far too long time, love…”

Megatron chuckles and kiss his little mate softly, cleaning the energon still spilling from small scratches and cuts on his lips. He rested his cheek on the top of his lover’s helm, exhausted by an overwhelming overload. He cradles Starscream to his chest like he was a little child and rested on the wall behind him.

“I may be getting old, but I still can make you reach the moon…” A pause, then. “What were you telling me, earlier? About making up a new room?”

“Isn’t that obvious?” Smiled the jet dreamily. “I’m carrying again, Megatron. I’m a month ahead in pregnancy; I had confirmation this morning by ratchet.”

“That’s wonderful, Starscream!”

Megatron was really happy to hear it. Well, they had their hands full with the triplets already, but another one couldn’t hurt, could it? He kissed his bondmate passionately, caressing his abdomen lightly, trying to feel the life growing inside. A tiny, almost imperceptible bump revealed itself beneath his probing digits, and he rested his hand on the spot, nuzzling his mate lovingly.

“I love you so much, Starscream. I don,t know what I would do if you were to… disappears, or die… I would probably be shattered to pieces. You’re the only thing I held more dearly than my own life, my beloved mate…”

Starscream was a little taken aback by that unexpected confession, and he blushed deeply, happy and a little disturbed by those words. His pt a tender hand on his mate’ cheek, stroking it softly, and he said, trying to sound confident and full of certitude.

“I won’t let you down, nor would I die, Mgatron, never. I promise you that I’ll always be there for you and the sparklings, my dear mate. Forever and ever…”

Little did Starscream or Megatron knew than these words weren,t to be fulfilled in the future. For now, the silver Lord kissed his mate and leaned his cheek on his shoulder, relieved by this oat.

“Yes… Forever and ever…”

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