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submission dated 8-7-09 7-31-11
author: FireCracker
(Italic copy bordered by_underscore_)
Archive? You'd better.
Warnings: None really, at least not here. My Transformers are overall less blocky than the ones in G1, shaped more humanoid but still with plates. Makes for easier sex scenes to imagine. They can also reproduce via the spark principle, among compatible individuals. More on that later. And yeah, they have sex.

Skyfire has a major falling out with Optimus Prime. He leaves the autobots and learns his true heritage as decepticon. Starscream awaits, as do many others. (Blitzwing, Astrotrain, minicon Breaker, Thundercracker, Starscream, Skywarp, Octane) H/C,Yaoi

SPECIAL NOTE: Cybertronian terms for Parenthood: Pada (parent, non-birthing) Sana (birthing parent).
The New Breed
Soundwave stood at the west bays with an entourage of decepticons. The mystery of Ravage was solved. She was found with considerable damage in the third sublevel, tossed into a disposal bin. Soundwave mused at her situation as he waited patiently for the unknown visitor to land.
Whomever is responsible will pay.
“Yo, Soundwave?”
The old decepticon glanced down. “What is it, Rumble?”
“Ramjet is on the comlink. Says he’s pickin’ up increasing static on his sensors.”
Soundwave nodded. “I have no doubt of that. As this decepticon approaches he will cause interference with personal energy fields.”
Dragstrip fidgeted nearby. “But why? Never been around anybody that would do that.”
“Old transformers have different frequency patterns that often disrupt fields. I’m certain our guest will stop if asked to.”
Dragstrip still appeared uncomfortable.”I hope so. These surges are creeping me out.”
“I know what yuh mean.” Rumble stood nearby, waiting with the others. “It’s like riding out an electromagnetic storm.”
Hook put his nose up. “I for one am most curious about our approaching guest. Inferior decepticons are overly sensitive to field disruptions.”
“Quoted for truth.” Bonecrusher added. “Besides, things are slow here with everyone waiting on the hatch. We may even know this stranger.”
“Who’s overly sensitive?” Dragstrip rounded on Hook.
The constructicon shrugged. “If the circuit board fits…”
“Stuff it, Hook. I’m sick of your snotty aft-“
“Enough!” Soundwave warned. “This is no time for petty arguments. Our guest approaches!”
“Straight up, at five o’clock.” Rumble pointed enthusiastically. Two forms were now clearly visible over the ocean horizon.
Bonecrusher went over to the communication console. “Incoming message, Soundwave.”
Soundwave nodded. “Receive.”
The intercom crackled briefly. Ramjet. I’ve intercepted our guest at the west asmuth. ETA land in about six seconds.
“Clearance approved. We will be on the platform shortly.”
()
Thundercracker sat in his private living room, musing about the future. He watched the crib with great intensity.
Skywarp entered moments later. “Cracker, are you going to stare at our daughter all cycle?”
The blue seeker crooked a smile. “I can actually hear her brush against the shell, ‘Warp. Listen!”
There was momentary silence as the purple seeker concentrated. “You’re right. There’s barely 12 microdons of space in there for her to move. She’ll hatch before too long.”
“I wish I knew when.”
“Three breems at the most, Thundercracker. Meanwhile-“
Thundercracker abruptly leapt to his feet. “Skywarp! There’s a sudden field disruption.”
Skywarp stared upward. “Displacement. I sense it, too. But it’s localized. Who?”
Thundercracker had a sound of wonder. “Who indeed?”
“You don’t think-“
“It can’t be anyone else!” Thundercracker was already moving to the door. Skywarp hit the security lock and caught up.
()
Starscream was furious as he paced the lab. Skyfire watched him with some amusement from the workstation.
“Shouldn’t you be up top to greet our guest, Star?”
The red seeker huffed. “Of course I should! But that arrogant bag of bolts instructed me to wait and give formal greeting. I don’t see what all the fuss is!”
Breaker piped up from his work area. “Not know? Is BlackBolt!”
Starscream halted in his tracks. “What?!”
“Here, so soon?” Skyfire was likewise surprised.
Starscream held his chinplate in thought. “No, it makes sense, Sky. These crazy aura disruptions giving everyone surges. Older decepticons have been known to broadcast like that. I wondered what was going on.”
“I remember reading techno med journals on the subject.” Skyfire paused in his work. “Something having to do with tachyon shifts in older cores. Highly unusual, but not exclusive.”
Starscream approached the work table. “Even so, Sky. But a few bellyaches aren’t my main concern. If we can convince BlackBolt to join us, the revolution will take a dramatic turn in our favor.”
“Is so.” Breaker agreed, arranging his tools near a molecular model. “Much charisma BlackBolt has. Will see, up close. Inspired many in past.”
Starscream sat at the table, brooding. “I’m still not convinced he’ll join us without explanation. Besides, any decepticon would want to take control himself. Especially a leader with his credentials.”
“Say otherwise!” Breaker piped up again, shaking his fist. “Know BlackBolt. No slave agendas, propaganda! Serve own purpose.”
“Sounds like standard decepticon behavior to me.” Skyfire commented.
Breaker huffed. “Will know more later. Still not expert in own behavior.”
Starscream snickered. “Skyfire, I believe your minicon just took a cheap shot.”
Blue optics narrowed on the small decepticon. “Another dunk in frozen nitrogen might improve his temper.”
“Not.” The minicon snipped. “Truth absolute, not change facts.”
“In any case, I’m interested in seeing an ancient seeker up close. I hear they have unique configurations.”
“Indeed.” Starscream glanced at the wall chronometer. “I’ve waited long enough. Apparently Soundwave isn’t going to announce when I should give formal greeting.”
“It does seem odd.” Skyfire glanced down the hallway towards the back.
“What are you thinking, Sky?”
“Eggs safe.” Breaker commented. “Not worry when hatch. Told already, many times before.”
“Breaker, for the last time stop poking in my head.” Skyfire was annoyed.
“Thoughts too loud, Breaker do nothing.”
“Except put your nose unit where it shouldn’t be.”
Starscream cackled in amusement. “You’re in a bad mood today. Someone drop a hex nut down your back panels?”
Skyfire folded his arms at the work desk. “Who’s in a mood? I’m just anxious for the hatch, that’s all.”
Starscream tapped his nose playfully. “Well, crabbing about it won’t help. Besides, I sense we won’t have long to wait.”
“Is truth.” Breaker picked up a stylus nearby. “Not blame if brain uncontrolled. Discipline not strong suit!”
“This coming from a vibrator?!” Skyfire wanted to know.
“Are both of you through?” Starscream huffed. “This is a military base, not a playground.”
“Much truth.” Breaker scribbled some notes on a data pad. “Starscream see difference, Skyfire not.”
“Breaker, can you give a description of Blackbolt? I always go to introductions prepared. What’s he like?”
The minicon took a lecturing pose. “Is similar configuration seeker platform. Wings more elongated than standard. Faceplate more curved. BlackBolt dark green with black wings, hand units and toe pods. Helmet also black. Will see! Has charisma, smooth voice. Handsome.”
Skyfire snorted. “Huh. Sounds like he’s setting you up for a date, Star.”
“Don’t be silly, Skyfire.” Starscream turned to Breaker again. “Interesting, that almost sounds like Skywarp’s description, save for the green.”
“Is Thundercracker pada, as already know. Still similar.”
Starscream held his chin in thought. “Hmm. I’d better head up. It wouldn’t do to leave a bad impression.”
Skyfire glared at his bondmate. “That’s it, just leave. Don’t you realize the eggs could hatch at any time?!”
“Skyfire! What in Unicron is wrong with you today?!”
“Nothing!!” Skyfire slammed his fist on the table. It was then Starscream noticed wisps of smoke curling around Skyfire’s head. Breaker stared also.
“Bad is!”
Starscream gripped a large white hand unit in concern. “Skyfire, I want you to listen. You’re having some sort of chip malfunction.”
Blue optics flashed wildly. “I disagree! My diagnostics show no malfunction-“
“Cannot know.” Breaker transformed to sphere mode, rolling over to the huge bot. “Will analyze, but already suspect condition.”
Starscream nodded in approval. “You know the drill, Breaker.”
A thin tube extended into Skyfire’s wrist relay. Breaker hummed and vibrated.
But Skyfire wasn’t finished. “You can do this, Starscream. And then go see BlackBolt. Everything but what’s important. Let’s just have a party! You don’t care about our eggs anyway.”
“Be quiet, Skyfire. You aren’t making any sense.” Starscream watched Breaker. “Anything yet?”
Breaker stopped buzzing. “As suspect, is mild virus. Affect logic centers, create false system errors.”
“I don’t feel any different!” Skyfire complained. “I think you’re wrong, Breaker.”
“Still not know, since brain affected. Is topor virus.”
“That explains it, then.” Starscream turned to his bondmate. “Topors are silent and notoriously subtle. One minute you’re fine and the next a babbling idiot.”
Breaker withdrew his tube. “Not use higher cognitive analysis for one breem. Self system clean, do shutdown.”
Skyfire held his head. “I owe both of you an apology. I was thinking it was stress.”
“Stress contribute, not cause.” Breaker quipped.
“At least it isn’t something more serious.” Starscream observed Skyfire. “Take this opportunity for a shutdown, Sky. The lab work can wait for a breem.”
“You’re right.” Skyfire appeared exhausted. “I’d been so excited about the research, I guess I overdid it.”
Breaker changed to bot mode. “Razers prone to such disorders. Cognitive functions sensitive. Vulnerable from complication.”
Skyfire covered his optics. “Didn’t mean to act like an aft.”
A small hand patted a huge white arm. “Not worry, Breaker understand. Must rest now.”
Starscream helped Skyfire up from the table. “Come on, bed. And then I’m going up top to meet BlackBolt.”
()
Thundercracker couldn’t recall moving so fast in his life. He barely noticed Skywarp at his side as they raced through the halls.
“For pit’s sake, ‘Cracker. Your pada isn’t going anywhere! And I’m not blowing a gasket getting to the conference room.”
The blue seeker glanced at him as they ran. “What did you say?”
“Pay attention before you run into that door panel!”
“What? Oh!” Thundercracker barely avoided running head on into a door. The two seekers finally pulled up at massive paneled doors. Skywarp held his bondmate back.
“Wait, we can’t rush in all hot.”
“Let me go, ‘Warp. I’ve waited nearly three million years. I won’t wait any longer!”
()
Inside the conference room a large contingent of decepticons met with their distinguished guest. BlackBolt sat at a central seat with Soundwave at his left side, Starscream to the right. Most of the major power groups were there: the Constructicons, Combaticons , Stunticons and Searchers were all in attendance. But the Triplechangers and Insecticons were conspicuously absent.
Soundwave considered the unique circumstance that brought a guest of such renown to their midst. Even the older decepticons were hard pressed not to gush in the seeker’s presence.
Hmm. Even the haughty constructicons act like sparklings around this general. A coup, perhaps? Surely, he will side with us.
Starscream had his own thoughts. A living legend is here in our midst. We must meet later.
“General, I trust you are impressed with our facility.” Soundwave said aloud.
BlackBolt sipped his energon spritz. “Indeed, Soundwave. Creating such a structure under an alien ocean is a marvel of geodetic engineering.” The seeker glanced at the constructicons. “You are to be commended for your skill.”
BoneCrusher puffed. “Many thanks, General. The tale of your trek here is quite fascinating.”
“And” Hook added with pride. “It isn’t often our expertise is appreciated.”
“That will be enough.” Soundwave warned.
Frenzy was excited. “Hey, BlackBolt. You were really in the Tursla Wars?”
The seeker cocked an optic coolly. “Boy, I was the Tursla Wars.”
“Cool! I think-“
“This is still a formal debriefing, all.” Soundwave reminded them.
Onslaught cleared his vocalizer loudly. “True, Soundwave. However, if the General could discuss war tactics and strategies in his free time, say over a game of varbox?”
Vortex agreed. “It would be an honor, sir.”
BlackBolt smiled coolly their direction. “I would be more than pleased. Being around my people again is a delight. You can’t imagine how tedious neutrals can be after a time.”
Soundwave nodded. “No doubt. There will be time to discuss many things, General. As stated earlier in this briefing, we are on reduced duty status because of the sparkling situation.”
Crimson optics flared briefly as BlackBolt looked around. “I sense a few major players are not present. Nor is Megatron.”
Nervous glances and silence were the only response.
“Megatron is indisposed, General. There’s no need for concern.” Starscream was flip.
“Starscream!” Soundwave was angry.
The red seeker was nonchalant. “The General will surely want to know Megatron’s status, Soundwave. It’s to be expected.”
BlackBolt cocked an optic but said nothing.
Soundwave glared at Starscream. “I’ll deal with you later.” He turned to BlackBolt. “Some are on maneuvers. There is also a scouting mission sent to the South Pole for an energy raid. Individual assignments often take precedence.”
“Sounds plausible.” BlackBolt replied. “But again, where is Megatron?”
“He is…unavailable, General. We’ll talk more on the subject later.”
“Indeed we shall, Soundwave…” BlackBolt stared at the doors suddenly, a shocked expression on his face.
Frenzy and several others noticed. “Hey eh, General. Everything okay? “
When BlackBolt didn’t respond immediately, Soundwave answered. “My sensors indicate activity in the hallway.”
()
Thundercracker stood nervously outside in the corridor. “This is it, Skywarp.”
The purple seeker stood close to his side. “Soundwave won’t like this, ‘Cracker. There could be repercussions.”
“I don’t care. No more waiting!” and with that, the blue seeker barged inside.
()
Down in the sublevels, a deposed decepticon leader stumbled into a spare storage library. Megatron decided to do some reading. After randomly punching buttons on the control grid, he managed to obtain an image on the viewscreen.
“Oooo. What’s today’s date? How very interesting.” Plopping down in a seat, the addled despot grinned stupidly.
“Well now. That’s a pretty picture. What do the humans call it, a bunny? No, wait. A special bunny. He does good stuff!”
Megatron took a moment to flap his arms before stopping. “Where was I? Hmm. Oh, yes, this bunny has a costume. And a basket.”
Damaged processors overheated from use. Megatron frowned in thought while his head smoked. “Now, I could do that. Because we have eggs. Lots of eggs. If I were this bunny, I could put the eggs in a basket too!” a pause.
“That’s it!!” the crazed decepticon leaped to his feet. “But I need to make ears. Bunnies have ears. And a basket. I’LL BE THE NEW EASTER BUNNY, YOHOOO!!”
Cackling like a loon, Megatron ran down another dark corridor.
()
Octane paced across the floor in his quarters. Shrapnel watched him in agitation.
“Iss thisss necessary, dear? Why are you sso nervousss?”
Octane made a fist. “Not nervous, Shrapnel. Concerned. Why weren’t we invited to BlackBolt’s debriefing?”
Long antennae twitched. “I am certain I do not know, know.”
“I don’t like this. I don’t like it at all.”
“Eeerrr, you worry too much, Octane. We insecticons were alssso excluded.”
Octane was thinking. “As was Skyfire, although his personal assignment might be the reason. But Starscream?”
Shrapnel shrugged. “My only concern right now is our hatch. Political machinationss can wait, wait.”
“Maybe not-“ the front door panel buzzed. Octane hit the release. Blitzwing and Astrotrain strode in, all buisness.
“Sorry for the interruption.” Blitzwing explained. “But we need to put our heads together.”
Shrapnel huffed. “There isss no privacy in thisss infernal place, place.”
“Don’t be uptight, Shrapnel.” Octane admonished him. “They’re right, we need to formulate a plan.”
“A plan to do what?”
“Find out why we weren’t included in BlackBolt’s party.” Astrotrain replied, seating himself on a couch.
Shrapnel cackled in laughter. “Ssso what? As I jussst explained to Octane, the Insecticons were excluded as well. We’re always lasst on everyone’s invite list.”
“With good reason.” Blitzwing murmured, then said aloud: “Perhaps Breaker will have useful information. His ability for reconnaissance is second to none.”
Shrapnel laughed again. “Youuu forget. Megatron is yet to be found, found. What good is planning when he’s on the loose? He may even be recovering as we speak, speak.”
Blitzwing considered, glancing at Octane. “I doubt that. Usually when Octane fries them they stay fried. But we can’t leave out any possibility.”
“One problem at a time, Blitzwing.” Astrotrain stated. “I don’t doubt Soundwave assumes BlackBolt will join his side. But there’s one factor he’s forgetting.”
“And that is?”
“Our trump card. Thundercracker.”
()
BlackBolt stood frozen at the conference table, mouth agape. “Thundercracker!!”
“Stop!” Thrust yelled, pointing his wing laser. “Stand back, Thundercracker, this is a debriefing-”
In a blur, BlackBolt knocked him aside. “Stand off, dolt!”
“Pada!” ignoring everyone, Thundercracker embraced the old seeker. Their bodies collided with a loud clang.
Starscream gaped at the two. By the pit, It’s true! I see the resemblance.
There was general shock among the others. Soundwave couldn’t believe his optics. “What…occurs here?!”
BlackBolt sighed deeply at the blue seeker, shaking his head. “Let me look at you.”
Thundercracker nodded, his voice odd. “It’s been so long. I didn’t believe the reports you were alive.”
“A long journey, boy.” Crimson optics were suspiciously shiny. “But the past no longer matters.”
Soundwave stood. “Explain yourself, Thundercracker!”
BlackBolt still held on. “I will explain, everyone. This is my son.”
There was a collective gasp of surprise. Hook stood aback. “Wait, now I remember…stories about your missing sparkling after the Onaki skirmish. It was in all the Cyber Publications.”
BlackBolt eyed his son with pride. “The last time I saw him he was a skinny slip of a seeker. Now I see a marvelous, full fledged warrior.”
Thundercracker smiled, his head high. “I wanted to make you proud.”
“And so I am.” BlackBolt was still grinning. He nodded at Soundwave. “I didn’t mean to disrupt this conference.”
The old decepticon appeared to be thinking. “An amazing turn of events, General. Perhaps a recess is called for? We can exchange dry data later.”
“Yeah, this is pretty cool.” Rumble agreed. “Who’da thunk it? Thundercracker running into his pops like this.”
Thundercracker and BlackBolt turned his way, clearly annoyed. “Pops?!”
Rumble shrugged. “No offense. Just sayin.’”
()
Blitzwing tapped his toepods impatiently. “Where is Breaker? He should have been back by now with news!”
“Don’t blow a gasket, Blitz.” Octane swigged an energon shake. “Breaker only shows when he has the straight dope, you know that.”
“Hmfp.” Blitzwing plopped on a couch heavily, folding his arms.
“Well I don’t appreciate everyone drinking up all the beverages, beverages.” Shrapnel huffed.

Astrotrain gulped his own drink. “The fate of the new empire hangs in the balance, and all you can think of is beverages?!”
“And my egg!” Shrapnel screeched, his antennae shaking.
“That’s enough.” Octane snapped. “We’ll find out soon enough what happened-”
Before Octane could finish, a loud clang interrupted. A polished, silvery green sphere plopped from a ceiling vent to the floor.
“About time.” Blitzwing nodded.
Shrapnel let out another screech. “Eerr, don’t let them intimidate you, you.”
Breaker buzzed. “Not concerned. Triplechangers have small patience.”
“Perhaps, but we trust you have news?” Astrotrain was curious.
Breaker shifted to bot mode and hopped up on a chair. “Give stick. Want smoke.”
Octane sighed. “We’re out temporarily. Now get on with it!”
Red visors flashed. “Have excellent news. Meeting go smooth.”
“That’s encouraging.” Blitzwing replied.
“Much. Mostly relay reports, update information. Then Thundercracker arrive.”
Astrotrain laughed. “He crashed a closed meeting?”
Breaker nodded. “Was loud, excitable. Glad to see BlackBolt.”
“It must have been some reunion, with everyone there.”
“Was so. Skywarp also there.”
“That’s to be expected. Any intel exchange?”
Breaker beeped. “Subject of Megatron come up. Starscream have snark, Soundwave angry and deflect topic. BlackBolt suspicious, question not answered.”
“He’s suspicious? Good.” Octane approved. “ ‘Bolt never did go for doubletalk.”
“Are they still in session now?” Blitzwing wanted to know.
“Not.” Breaker shook his head. “Call recess. Seekers all leave together. Want privacy.”
“Starscream go with them?”
“At first, make small talk at exit. Concern about Skyfire, so not go.”
The triplechangers glanced at each other. “What’s wrong with Skyfire?” Astrotrain was curious.
“Not serious condition, has mild topor virus.”
“Ah, I see. He’s resting, I presume?”
“Is so. Breaker visit later, see progress. Good news everywhere!”
They all relaxed at the information. Breaker glanced at Shrapnel. “Thirsty. Have good Sim, friend? Want drink now.”
Shrapnel clapped a hand on his head. “Theeerrr goes the rest of my batch, batch.”
()
Thundercracker, Skywarp and BlackBolt headed to quarters. BlackBolt continued to marvel at the facility.
“This base is even larger than I thought.” The elder seeker glanced about as they walked. “It’s divided into quadrants?”
“Yeah, we’re on the east side.” Skywarp answered. “When we first arrived on earth, everyone drew lots. It was the only way Megatron kept fights from breaking out over cubicles.”
They paused at graffiti scribble on a wall. “What’s this?” BlackBolt smirked.
“Ah, that hasn’t been cleaned up yet.” Thundercracker told him. “Long story. There’s always something crazy going on here.”
BlackBolt read the graffiti. “Would this have anything to do with a question that wasn’t answered in the briefing?”
“You…you know about this?” Skywarp was incredulous.
“I know a great deal.”
Thundercracker looked around the corridors. “Pada, I don’t think it’s wise-“
BlackBolt patted his wing. “Don’t worry. I know protocol.”
The blue seeker pointed ahead. “Not much further. You can relax and take a nice hot oil shower.”
“Sounds fabulous. My struts are a little dry.”
Skwarp reached for the security latch at sliding doors. “Here we are.”
Nodding, they moved aside as BlackBolt went in first.
()
True to his word, Breaker left the triplechangers to see Skyfire. The Battlechargers were cataloging samples in the lab.
“Hey, yo, spitball.” Runamuck shouted, waving a giant pincer. “What’s up?”
Breaker rolled past. “Come visit, see Skyfire.”
“He’s doing better.” Runabout told him. “Still a little dizzy, though. Starscream’s in the back with him.”
“Is good.” Breaker kept rolling. “Work suspended in meantime.”
“Yeah, we’re just doing some secondary work. When you come back, tell us about BlackBolt, huh? Scuttlebutt said the meeting got crazy when Thundercracker busted in.”
Breaker paused. “Is so. Will tell story later.”
Runamuck waved a stick. “We got a new supply, too! Just thought you wanted to know.”
The sphere hummed in excitement. “Will be back! Had drink earlier, now need smoke. Save for Breaker!”
“Can do.”
()
BlackBolt embraced his son once more. “Thundercracker, I feel like a young seeker again.”
Thundercracker sagged against him with emotion. “And to think I was afraid of seeing you again.”
BlackBolt pulled back momentarily. “Why?”
“I don’t know. Anticipation of stuff that never happened.”
“You always were too analytical for your own good.”
“Uh, my manners.” Thundercracker gripped Skywarp by the hand. “You haven’t been properly introduced. This is Skywarp, pada.”
The elder seeker smiled. “I know about you also, Skywarp. And I’m more than pleased the two of you are happy. A fine choice.”
The purple seeker flushed. “Thank you sir, but…I don’t understand how you know me.”
“I was staying at a special location before arriving here-“
Skywarp grinned in conspiracy. “We know about Kaos 3.”
“Oh?!”

“Yeah, sworn to secrecy for security reasons.” Thundercracker supplied.
“Well, then.” BlackBolt shrugged. “They have a large network of databases, not to mention special abilities that proved useful to me.”
“Blitzwing put us on the tip. We know about the ‘security force’ there.”
BlackBolt sighed. “There’s so much to catch up on-“ he turned suddenly in surprise.
Thundercracker watched him. “Speaking of which, pada…I think you should know we have a surprise. A big one.”
BlackBolt kept staring down the hall. “Something, I feel…do my senses deceive me?”
The younger seekers smiled. “Go and see.”
BlackBolt practically flew towards the back.
()
Breaker rolled into Skyfire’s bedroom to see Starscream feeding him candy treats on the bed. A movie blared on their huge viewscreen.
“Good is! Greetings big Sky. Systems in recovery?”
Skyfire waved heartily. “Thanks to you. Come on up, join us. Starscream was filling me in on the conference room session.”
“Was action filled.” Breaker rolled up the bed, shifting to bot mode. A small hand patted Skyfire. “Look much better. Plating temperature normal.”
Starscream cackled. “Thank you, doctor Breaker. Any new conspiracies about?”
“Not.” Breaker clambered closer. “Good reunion, Thundercracker and BlackBolt.”
Starscream nodded. “And there’s work to be done. This is an exciting time for us with so much on the horizon. Our hatch and the new liberation. The future of all decepticons.”
“Breaker like talk. Conspiracy mind!”
“Not to put a damper on things, but Megatron is still on the loose.” Skyfire reminded them.
“Yes, but brain fried.” Starscream watched the screen. “He’s no threat to us now.”
“Not be overconfident.” Breaker stated. “Soundwave, Shockwave still in power.”
“Yes, we know all that.” Starscream waved carelessly. “I feel too good right now, Breaker. We’ll deal with those situations as they arise. I for one think the tide is turned with BlackBolt here.”
“Is possible. May be more factors.”
Starscream stretched out next to Skyfire. “We’ll need to make arrangements off planet, Breaker. A visitation of our ‘special agents.’”
Breaker sighed, his visors dimming a bit. “Will consult for plan. Top priority, make all arrangements.”
Skyfire noted the mincon’s sudden depressed appearance. “You okay?”
Breaker leaned against the massive white form. “Just miss things. Own reunion.”
“What are you saying?”
The minicon watched the movie and didn’t reply.
()
BlackBolt stared at the crib for what seemed an eternity. He never noticed Thundercracker and Skywarp come up behind him.
“It’s been so long.” The old seeker said in a cracked whisper. Bright red optics welled up.
“It’s alright, pada.” Thundercracker put a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Your grandsparkling is here.”
BlackBolt nodded, not trusting his voice. Gently, he lifted the egg in both hands and cradled it.
“Beautiful.” He held the egg against his chestplate before turning around. “You’ve given me everything this day, Thundercracker. Fifty vorns ago I was alone. And now…now I have my family back.”
The blue seeker swelled with pride. “We welcome you back.”
“There’s plenty of space here, too.” Skywarp added. “With all the extra downtime, we can fix up the room in the back for you.”
“Excellent!” BlackBolt smiled at the egg he held. “She’s a beauty. Her color will be marvelous.”
Skywarp stuttered. “Wait, how’d you know it’s a girl?”
“I can see her inside the shell. She’s looking at us.”
“What?!”
Thundercracker was likewise shocked. “But how…I don’t understand. We can sense her, feel her move-“
“A skill you haven’t developed yet. Your senses will continue to refine with time.” BlackBolt grinned at their stunned expressions. “I have a few suggestions for names.”
“We have a list prepared.” Skywarp replied. “With so many to choose from, we haven’t made a decision yet.”
“There’s time, but not much.” BlackBolt set the egg down carefully, tucking the blankets around. He immediately fiddled with the temperature controls.
Skywarp chuckled. “I see where you get that from, T.C.”
Thundercracker was curious about something. “What’s her color, pada? Skywarp and I debated various combinations.”
BlackBolt nearly laughed. “She reminds me of ultraviolet light. Indigo blue.”
Skywarp puffed with pride. “I can’t wait to see! Maybe her color is reflective as well.”
“Rare, but possible.” BlackBolt stretched wearily. “Its’ been a long cycle. Let’s set that room up now.”
“You got it.”
()
Down in the deepest recesses of the base, the crazed Megatron finished welding metal ‘bunny ears’ to his helmet. His nose unit was painted pink. Preening in front of a mirror panel, he picked up his makeshift basket. It was empty.
“Oooo. I need eggs!!” Cackling madly, he lumbered to an auxiliary power room in the sublevels. Flat foot pods clanged with awful noise as he hopped along, waving his basket.
“HERE COMES PETER COTTON TAIL, HOPPING ON THE BUNNY TRAIL!”
He had a surprise for everyone. But no jelly beans.
THE END
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