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No Particular Reference
By : LeavesofMyself
Category: Transformers > G1
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LeavesofMyself: I was actually inspired by a movie called The Other Boleyn Girl. It's a fantastic movie! Anyway, I was watching it when this little plot bunny decided to run rampage in my head. I've thought over this particular one for a while, trying to place mechs into roles that I thoughts would be most interesting. It was hard but I liked the outcome. I will most definitely expand on this idea in later chapters but for now, I merely wrote down the concept of what I was going for. Anyway, hope you enjoy this! I posted two one-shot chapters to this idea!

Chapter Warnings: Slight Angst, Very Mild Cursing (like one word), Darkish Theme, AU! (big time), and OOC.

Chapter Rating: T

It was the situation in which he found himself hurled unceremoniously into without consent that had been the start of his own suffering. He, a seeker of no particular marvelous forth-bringing, no upstanding hidden talents; he, who was of no special title, who virtually came from an absolute surety of filth not fitted for the very pedes of his Grace. It made him contemplate the very sanity of his Lord to which he had chosen him, above all other mechs and femmes, much to his disinclination, for he had so kindly beforehand turned down this particular offer only to realize later that his caretakers had forgone his animosity at being viewed as he was and gracefully, without a care in the world, handed him over to the Court's clutches as if it were nothing more than bargaining for energon in the low markets of Vos. It affronted him to no end, but who was he to so viciously throw away an opportunity as it presented itself for his caretakers to receive much appraisal and gratitude from the Lord himself. He was not, by any means, selfish in such an un-honorable sense.

So it was now to which he found himself lead through a labyrinth of well polished flooring and high decorated walls. His chassis, though in its own right beautiful, or so he had been told by many times since he was but a youngling, was freshly waxed and polished, thusly allowing it to virtually gleam in the lights that lined all corners of the palace. His head remained bowed, tilted only enough to keep the mech in front of him within sight so as not to lose his way, but that was all. He, in all rights, did not belong in such a place as he was now; he was nothing and it had been drilled into his processor, until his Grace had visited upon them no more than a breem ago, that he would remain so and he was perfectly contented to just be a nothing, though, as he studied his surrounding, he knew such a, in his words only, for any mech would give their very life in order to receive such attention as he did from their Lord, 'prosper future' was all but lost to him.

It was no time at all when the labyrinth finally came to a halt at a door more than twice his height, the emerald blue color gleaming electric in the phosphorescent lights close by. The mech who had served as his new caretaker and guide gently knocked on the door and a gentle rumble of "Enter" answered from behind the majestic door. So they did and it was at that moment that all conversation stopped as optics bypassed his guide only to fall directly onto him as both he and his guide bowed gracefully.

"Who is this?" It was not the deep, almost soothing, rumble of the voice that made his spark pulsate with apprehension but the hint of both morbid curiosity and guarded suspicion. He had neither the courage nor the will to answer so his guide bowed once more before speaking for him.

"He was appointed by his Lordship personally to be placed here in your Court, your highness." And with those spoken words, the mech left his side to take his place in the mechs aligning one side of the wall. The seeker remained passive, his optics cast upon the polished floor, his helm bowed in what he knew to be respect, for one as holy as his Highness should not, by the rules of the Circuit, have to view upon such mech of low status. There was but a moment of silent contemplation before his Highness spoke once more, a fathom of suppressed embitter-ment lacing through the thick voice.

"Oh? I was not aware I was receiving a new Court member." His Highness paused for a moment to study the silent and submissive seeker presented before him, cerulean blue optics critically calculating every inch of his slender frame. When his Highness spoke again it was with a heated grudge, "No doubt you are a gift from my bondmate then. I will only assume that you are more than a pretty build. Do you have any useful talents?"

"No, your Highness." The seeker spoke, his very frame trembling with shame. He knew without a percentage of doubt that the only reason as to why the Lord would at all view upon such a wretched and forsaken mech as himself was only due to his unfathomable beauty, a beauty which had been rumored to rival that of the Highness, himself.

"Is that so? No talents? I do not believe you, seeker. Surely you must be good for something. Perhaps you are gifted in the arts?" His Highness continued forth, a growing malice enlacing itself into his words.

"No, your Highness." The shame only seemed to heightened as his Highness only seem to grow more malicious and envious of him, for the seeker knew that his highness knew all too well as to why such a lowly mech like himself could make it to Court.

"Surely you must be gifted in performance?"

"No, your Highness."

"Then you must be able to sing." It was not a question but more of a statement, but to his audios it sounded more of a conformation to his Highness's suspicion and growing begrudging toward his very presence.

"I cannot sing, yo-" his words were cut off as his Highness spoke once more causing him to fall instantly silent.

"Do not be modest, seeker. Sing." It was an order and one in which he dreaded fulfilling for he was true to his words, he could not sing. It was not that he the audacity to disregard such a noble art of voice but it was just that, noble. He was a low mech, filth even, and he did not have the currency nor the rights to learn such a talent as that of voice, it was not a priority for him.

However, before he could further shame himself and that of his caretakers, for his caretakers had placed a great amount of trust into him, and for their sake he did not wish to disappoint neither his Grace nor his bondmate, they were interrupted as a mech crossed the threshold into the Highness's parlor, his dark blue frame bowing with respect.

"To what do we owe this interruption?"

"Forgive my interruption, but his Lordship wishes you to grace him with your presence."

"Oh? Did he specify as to the occasion?"

"No, your Highness."

A silence fell over the Court in which the young seeker was grateful for, for it had taken all attention off him for but a moment, allowing his spark to slow to a more steady and rational pulse. He knew his humiliation would not come to an end, not as long as he remained within the palace walls. He was not welcomed here, and if it were not for his Grace, he would willingly leave this place, but such a thought was treacherous so he pushed it to the back of his processor.

"So be it then. Inform my bondmate that I will be with him in but three kilks. Dismissed, Soundwave."

"As you command, your Highness." With that, the dark mech bowed once more before taking his leave.

There was a moment in which everything seemed stilled, suspended in time, almost bordering upon lifeless, but it was interrupted as his Highness moved from his chair to stand before the shamed seeker, whose helm remained bowed, optics seemingly frozen on the now blue pedes that had suddenly, and without much warning, invaded his optical range.

"What is your designation?"

For a moment, the seeker seemed as though he was not going to reply before the answer, though not of desire, was given.

"Why would one as so holy as yourself wish to know the designation of such a low filthy mech as myself?"

The large mech in front of him frowned for a moment, clearly displeased with the seeker at not receiving a direct answer. He answered nonetheless, the malicious grudge still evident in his rumbling voice, "I merely wish to know the designation of the harlot who will be warming my bondmate's berth."

The young seeker visibly flinched at the insult. It seemed that his Highness knew all too well as to the reason he had been offered a place in such a Court. The seeker's spark pulsed as a wave of mixed feeling encompassed him; shame, humiliation, but all others, he could not help himself but feel for the Lord's bondmate. Here, in his own Court stood the one mech that would ultimately bed the Lord and hopefully produce an heir to the throne, something that had seemingly driven the once much in love couple viciously apart.

It was with those feelings that the seeker could not but bend to the mech's command.

"I am known as Starscream, your Highness."

The large mech nodded before he stormed from the room, leaving the young seeker in the presence of the Highness's Court.

It was the situation he found himself in that brought upon his suffering, but even more so brought upon the wrath and maliciousness of the Highness of Cybertron. He, an unworthy mech cast into the middle of a feud between the Highness and the Lord; he who had been given a responsibly so undesired, so unwanted…. His spark churned in shame. He was not worthy but he could not go against his Grace. It would be suicide. But he neither wanted to destroy his Highness from the inside out. It would leave him feeling as nothing short of a murderer. But he had not a voice in this decision; he was to produce an heir to the throne. That was his responsibility, his only duty. It made his very frame burn with shame.

LeavesofMyself: Just to clarify things, a Court, in my own version (so it most likely will not be accurate... at all), is the collection of person(s) with a wide knowledge of essential and useful talents, such a being a seamstress or can sing for the King's or Queen's entertainment. In my version, participants in the Court come from well-to-do or are of medium wealth status and have trained and practiced under a instructional teacher on proper etiquette and things of that nature. Furthermore, in my version, the person must be appointed from either the King or his advisors, though they must be approved by a King. Anyway, that's it for now. Review please!
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No Particular Reference	By : LeavesofMyself Category: Transformers > G1 Views: 2509 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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