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I Am A: Lawful Good Human Paladin/Cleric (2nd/2nd Level)


Ability Scores:

Strength-13

Dexterity-14

Constitution-12

Intelligence-15

Wisdom-10

Charisma-11


Alignment:
Lawful Good A lawful good character acts as a good person is expected or required to act. He combines a commitment to oppose evil with the discipline to fight relentlessly. He tells the truth, keeps his word, helps those in need, and speaks out against injustice. A lawful good character hates to see the guilty go unpunished. Lawful good is the best alignment you can be because it combines honor and compassion. However, lawful good can be a dangerous alignment when it restricts freedom and criminalizes self-interest.


Race:
Humans are the most adaptable of the common races. Short generations and a penchant for migration and conquest have made them physically diverse as well. Humans are often unorthodox in their dress, sporting unusual hairstyles, fanciful clothes, tattoos, and the like.


Primary Class:
Paladins take their adventures seriously, and even a mundane mission is, in the heart of the paladin, a personal test an opportunity to demonstrate bravery, to learn tactics, and to find ways to do good. Divine power protects these warriors of virtue, warding off harm, protecting from disease, healing, and guarding against fear. The paladin can also direct this power to help others, healing wounds or curing diseases, and also use it to destroy evil. Experienced paladins can smite evil foes and turn away undead. A paladin's Wisdom score should be high, as this determines the maximum spell level that they can cast. Many of the paladin's special abilities also benefit from a high Charisma score.


Secondary Class:
Clerics act as intermediaries between the earthly and the divine (or infernal) worlds. A good cleric helps those in need, while an evil cleric seeks to spread his patron's vision of evil across the world. All clerics can heal wounds and bring people back from the brink of death, and powerful clerics can even raise the dead. Likewise, all clerics have authority over undead creatures, and they can turn away or even destroy these creatures. Clerics are trained in the use of simple weapons, and can use all forms of armor and shields without penalty, since armor does not interfere with the casting of divine spells. In addition to his normal complement of spells, every cleric chooses to focus on two of his deity's domains. These domains grants the cleric special powers, and give him access to spells that he might otherwise never learn. A cleric's Wisdom score should be high, since this determines the maximum spell level that he can cast.


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Bitty Side story, A gift for Elo! :)

Bitty bots are Elo's, I will return them safely to their caretaker's I swear.

Rated K

Ultra was having a perfect day.

Ever since he had helped Optimus paint Jazz and Prowl properly like they were, the two big bots had been spending a lot of time together and leaving the two bitty bots to play by themselves.

Like they were now.

Ultra and Optimus were out in the crystal garden, Ultra sitting on the small porch watching as Optimus carefully loaded the small crystals Ultra had picked just for him into his tiny trailer. Trailer loaded, Optimus transformed into his tiny truckform and connected to it. He then began to carefully drive around the small garden, stopping in front and Ultra and beeping his little horn. Ultra smiled at his Op'i, "Yur c'ystals Op'i! I no need, dey fer you!"

"Ultra! Optimus!" P'owl came out onto the small porch and smiled as he found the tiny sparklings. "It's time for your energon!" He placed the two small cubes down for the sparklings, knowing that Optimus refused to let anyone feed him except Ultra.

Optimus disconnected from his trailer and changed back to botform and sat down next to Ultra, mouth open and expectent like a baby turbohawk.

Prowl shook his head and headed back to the berthroom he now shared with Jazz, he had left the other ninjabot a bit tied up and need to see if he was ready to admit he needed...assistence.

Ultra cupped his hands and carefully fed his Op'i, then once Optimus closed his mouth and shook his helm that he was done, Ultra drank his energon.

Ultra finished his energon and grabbed the cubes to take them inside like he was supposed to. "Op'i wait here! I ta'e ins'i'e! Be wite back!"

"Oky Ult'a!" Optimus walked back to his trailer, transformed back to his truckform and resumed driving around with his trailer through the garden.

Ultra walked inside and placed the two empty cubes, one at a time, in the recycler by the dispenser.

When Ultra returned to the garden, his spark froze- the side gate to the garden was open, and Optimus' trailer lay on its side with the crystals dumped out; and Optimus no where to be seen.

================ 2 Breems Earlier ============

Optimus drove around the garden, being careful when he turned. He didn't want to scratch the lovely trailer his Ultra had given him. He loved his trailer so much, loved the way it felt to pull the beautiful trailer. He had tried to have Ultra get in so he could pull him around in it, but Ultra was too big for the trailer.

Optimus was turning back to the porch when he heard the side gate open. He turned and saw a gray and purple bot with entering the garden.

Optimus transformed back to botform, "Sowy, P'owl an' Yazz b'sy. You nee' help?"

The mech ran over to where Optimus stood and grabbed him, placing a servo over his mouth. The strange mech then took off out of the garden through the side gate and into the alley way behind it. The mech pulled a small cage from his subspace and threw Optimus in it.

"Shut up you little brat! If you make a sound, I'll make you wish you were never sparked." The evil mech hissed. Optimus curled up into a small ball and began to quietly sob and hiccup.

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Ultra looked around the garden on more time, hoping to see his Op'i, but the fact Optimus wasn't there remained true. Suddenly, Ultra froze, hearing a faint sound from the alley outside the gate.

Ultra quickly ran towards the gate, snatching up his hammer from the porch as he ran. As he rounded the corner, he saw his Op'i.

His Op'i- in a cage.

His Op'i in a cage crying!

This was unacceptable. Completely unacceptable.

Ultra charged the mech holding the cage, slamming the tiny hammer into the mechs knee joint. The mech dropped the cage, prompting a squeal followed by a scream to burst from Optimus, and went flying as a disproportionate amount of energy burst from the hammer and destroyed the targeted joint completely, leaving only a smoldering stump.

Ultra watched as the mech looked from him to the cage holding his Op'i, and then looking at the stump where his lower leg had been. The mech managed to transform and zipped away.

Ultra dashed over to the cage, fearful he had hurt his beloved Op'i when the mech had dropped the cage. Inside the cage, which had landed on its side, Op'i was crying with harsh sobs and pained wimpers. Ultra quickly pushed the cage upright, "It Okay Op'i! I here! I get you out!"

Ultra found the lock and whacked it with the bitty Magnus hammer. It clicked and Ultra opened the door. Op'i jumped into his arms and hugged him hard, still sobbing. Ultra rubbed his back as he returned the hug. He pulled back to look Optimus over and scowled. One of his Op'i's lovely helmfins was bent badly, but the other- the other had snapped in two.

Ultra bent his helm and gently kissed the broken helmfin, then scooped up his Op'i. Ultra struggled to hold him, then began to carry him to the dojo. Optimus put his arms around Ultra's neck and softly cried into his shoulder.
When they reached the porch, Ultra set Optimus down carefully and went back to the cage. He carefully looked around and under the cage until he finally found the severed helmfin. He gingerly picked it up and carried it over to where Optimus was sitting on the porch, then set it down on the porch being careful to put it far enough away to not distress his Op'i further.
Optimus scooted closer to Ultra once he had put the broken fin down and crawled into his lap as soon as he sat down. After cuddling and comforting Optimus a little longer, Ultra stood and carrying Optimus went to Prowl and Jazz's room. He knocked on the door and waited for an answer. When Prowl answered Ultra looked up at him, "Op'i hurt! Need fix!"

Prowl gasped at the sight of Optimus with a broken helmfin and the other bent terribly. Grabbing the sparklings he placed them on the berth next to Jazz. Prowl was in the middle of comming Red Alert to come and fix Optimus, when he realized he had forgotten something very important:

"P'owl? Why Yazz in 'cuffs?"
=================Meanwhile================
In an undisclosed location, hidden somewhere in Iacon:
A rattling carbot slowly drove to the front of an apartment building. He began to slowly transform, revealing his missing leg, he began to hobble to the door only be be unexpectedly helped by a pretty cyclebot. The cyclebot guided to his to his apartment which confirmed his suspicions. After they entered the room, the cyclebot disappeared as the holo-generator was disengaged.
"So you went to try to kidnap the Magnus and his lover even though I told you not too?" Hearing 'I told you so' from three frames at once was a bit much. "Yeah, you were right. No one mentioned that the damn Magnus hammer could hit at full strength though!"
"Really? Well, at least you brought back some worthwhile information then. Go rest on your berth, Forcep will be by later to fix you leg. And for Primus' sake be quiet! If you wake him up, you won't!"
With that the carbot hobbled to a door nearby and disappeared inside.
The Spectro turned and walked back to his other two frames on the couch and sat next to them. There Reflector reached down and gently stroked the helm of the sparkling napping on Viewfinder's lap.
"Recharge well, my Kup. We will take good care of you always."

my pony! :)

Warning this contain Mature themes and ideas. You have been warned- read at your own risk.

Chapter Six

Reflector glared at the two bound bots before him. These fraggers had dared to steal what was his! Dared to take the most perfect mech in all existence- and were going to alter him! They dared to do this, and they were going to pay!

But he had other priorities at the moment. He turned to his beloveds offline frame, carefully caressing his armor as he carefully ensured that no further harm had come to his beloved Kup. He then carefully patched himself into a medical port, savoring the feel and very flavor of his dearest's systems. He removed the code that was keeping him offline and withdrew to watch over him as he woke.

As he gazed upon that luscious form, the lovely blue optics began to glow softly and slowly grew brighter. Reflector's frame took a reluctent step or two back, knowing that Kup would react badly to the Decepticon symbol each frame bore. Kup's optics reached full power, and he slowly sat up and looked at the three mechs before him.

"Masters! What do you wish of me?"

Reflectors' sparks froze within them.

'What had they done to his Kup!? Master? Oh, Primus no!'

Spectro's frame whirled about and placing a ped firmly on the sparkplates of Sparkember and began to press down hard.

"Tell me you did not do what we think you have done! What program did you hack into him!?"

Sparkember whimpered in terror and pain as the pressure on his plates grew worse and worse.

"Nothing to bad! Just something to make him biddable."

Reflectors' glare hardened.

"You mean slave coding! Take it out now!"

Transplant began to laugh, "You can't take it out, only an expert can find where I put it in his processor."

"Then you will remove it! Do it now!"

"Or you will do what? I know what orders all Decepticons were given regarding me. Unless you are planning on releasing me /Reflector//, yes I know who you are, but unless you are planning to do so, then you having nothing to bargain with."

Spectro's fist tightened, and he lashed out- punching Transplant hard enough that his jaw dented in and locked in place. Transplant began making muffled sounds in outrage, while Sparkember began to cower in fear once more. Viewfinder began to move towards Sparkember to interrogate him as to what exactly had been done to his Kup, when he froze at the feeling of work roughened servos caressing his ankle joint. He looked down and froze in horror at the sight of Kup at his feet.

"Please Master! Have I displeased you? Let me serve you Master, in anyway you may require! I am yours to do with what you will!"

"Oh Kup! No! Please, my Kup, stand up!"

"Of course Master! Anything to please you Master."

Reflector felt his sparks breaking at seeing his Kup this way. His poor beloved, how he must be suffering.

Turning back to the two responsible, he glared at them. Transplant was doomed as he said, Megatron would take great pleasure in snuffing out his spark with his own servo. Sparkember's fate however, was not yet set. As he began to move towards the pathetic noble responsible for all of this, the empty frames on the wall caught his optic. As he looked at them, he realized how he would get /an expert// to fix his beloved Kup.

He grabbed the frame from the wall and put it next to Sparkember while Spyglass brought over the necessary tools he would require as well as small stasis cuffs and a mouth clamp.

Reflector patted the terrified nobles cheekplates snarkily.

"Don't worry, it'll only hurt for a little while."

Reflector doubted even Shockwave, minibot-connoisseur that he was, had ever seen a minibot this tiny. Sparkember's tiny, dim spark should be quite comfortable. He'd need his strength after all once Shockwave had his way with his processors and moved on to his spark.

Chapter 4

Three sols. Three sols had passed since his beloved Kup had been cruelly stolen from him. Three sols in which the bright nova of anger within his spark had cooled into a tightly compressed ball of pure fury and outrage. How dare he? HOW DARE HE!

Kup is his, pure and simple.

When he had burst into his dear Kup's apartment, he had found the half-smoked cy-gar lying where it had fallen in the struggle that had raged within. Viewfinder had reached with trembling servo and gently picked up the fallen token of his beloved. It had still been warm to the touch, and slightly moist from oral lubricants on the lightly chewed end.

Spectro and Spyglass began to canvas the apartment, searching for a clue to the identity of the mech or femme who had perpetrated this outrage. Reflector would find them, yes, find them and make them suffer as never before.

The clue had come in the form of a small shard of armor. Judging by the look of it, a piece of a faceplate- Viewfinder had smirked, their Kup had not gone without doing damage. Reflector sighed, yet another reason why he loved his dear Kup so.

He was so feisty- he had to be a cybercat in the berth.

They couldn't wait to find out.

He had used the broken armor to track down the mech responsible for daring to steal their Kup. Scans had turned up CNA, and from there he had hacked the main Iaconian Medical database and ran a search.

One Match Found.

The mech was given the dubious name of 'Sparkember' during his two-sol stint in Autobot boot camp, before he was kicked out for attempting to bribe his way out of training and to skip to getting Elite Guard wings. The medic had made an annotation, that the mech had the dimmest, smallest spark, with the least charge he had ever seen short of a bot going permantly off-line.

Reflector couldn't help but snicker at that.

Now, however, his three frames were postioning themselves in the ductwork of the Tower enclave, preparing to commense the rescue operation. If his Kup had so much as a scratch on his paintjob...

Viewfinder, positioned by the main entry, stilled as an older medicbot approached and rang the chime. The door opened and there stood the mech himself, Sparkember.

"Ah, Transplant, so good of you to come. Do come in."

Transplant. Why did that name come back red on his HUD? He ran a quick search and quickly read the result.

Transplant, Medic-Discredited, banned from practice. Arrested and discredited after it was discovered he had been having lower class sparklings and younglings kidnapped and stolen to be offlined to provide fresh new parts to his high profile patients. The most prominent case being the two small split-spark twins who were rescued during the raid. Sideswipe had needed to have new legs, several key engine parts and his optics replaced. His twin Sunstreaker had had most of his armor and several pieces of his protoform removed along with his opics and vocal processor.

Megatron had left strict orders: this mech was to killed on sight or captured and brought before him so he could have the pleasure.

Megatron detested those who harmed or preyed upon sparklings and younglings.

Dear Primus, there was only one reason for this, this chop shop artist to be here. His dear Kup.

Reflector's spark blazed in outrage- this mech would not soil his beloved Kup with his foul touch.

Spectro picked up the two mechs from his vantage point, watching as they headed to a room in the back of the opulent suite. His optics narrowed and zoomed in as Sparkember entered a code into a small datapad set in the wall hidden by a crystal display on a shelf.

"Now, Transplant, I have assembled the mods I wish you to add as well as a possible frame change if he proves too quarrelsome. Did you bring the new programs for him?"

"Yes, I have the programs you requested as well some additional ones to help make your new...aquistion more compliant. I also brought a few sets of schematics for possible new paintjobs for it as well."

The two mechs walk into a secret room that revealed itself in front of them as Reflector fumed in sheer fury and outrage.

How dare he!? How DARE he!

He stole Reflector's beautiful, beloved, PERFECT Kup, and apparently could not appreciate the sheer perfection that he was. He wanted to desecrate Kup's perfect frame with foul mods, to pollute the brillance of his processor with filthy code hacks.

Reflector's fury he felt reach a new level of rage as he swore to avenge his beloved Kup and make Sparkember suffer beyond his feeble processor's darkest imaginings.

Chapter 2

Kup paced within his apartment, anxiety filling his spark. Today was the day. Today his reputation would be ruined. He could remember exactly how he got into this mess.

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Kup leaned against the wall and took another small puff on his cy-gar. Ah, the sweet smoke filled his intake and stilled the fine trembling from his servos. He had almost waited too long to satiate his need. He had started on cy-gars for pleasure long ago- after so long it was now a necessity. A fact Kup hide even from himself.

As he savored his forbidden treat, a voice from the dark suddenly had reality crashing done.

"Well, well well. Sergeant Kup, what do we have here? Surely a bot as old as you knows the policy about cy-gar smoking? Wouldn't want something like this to make it to the council or the Magnus' attention now would you?"

Tradewind was an unscrupulous trader of a truckbot, nearly on par with Swindle only Autobot allied.

"Tradewind, what do you want? I cain't and won't give you weapons or mods to sell ta keep my aft outta the slagheap. So what da you want, since I suspect you ain't here at random?"

Tradewind smirked, "You see, it works like this- I need to, convince a few bot such as yourself that they need to take part in a little opportunity-"

"I ain't a whore, Tradewind."

"Yes, I know. Here's the deal- I get a comision when I bring my employers certain mechs they have been trying to get for a certain publication?"

"What kinda publication?" Kup looked at the mech suspicously.

"I believe you know it- Playbot? You pose, spark showing, and I forget I ever saw you here. Do we have a deal?"

"What?!? Why da frag would they want old bot like me?"

"It doesn't matter; either you'll show for a photoshoot or I ruin your career- what's left of it anyway."

He tossed a small datapad at Kup's peds, transformed and sped of into the darkness he had come from. Kup stood there, and his proud shoulders slumped as he realized he had no choice.

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Kup sat on a chair and pulled out a cube of high grade from his subspace. Sipping it slowly, he tried not to think about how he was going to explain this to Autobot Command and the Council. He shuddered as his thoughts turned to the ordeal called a photoshoot.

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Kup had slowly transformed at the large towering building that housed the Playbot complex with the fabled Playbot Penthouse located at the top.

He did not want to be here.

Trudging to the doors, Kup entered the lobby and actually blushed for the first time in so long he couldn't actually remember when that was. The lobby looked like a sex toy store had mated with a XXX moviehouse and a brothel then all three had exploded. Everywhere one looked were advertisements for Playbot's newest porn flicks, advertisers had interfacing toys and stimulants in display cases while scantily armored bots sashayed about seductively.

Cautious moving through the sea of communicable 'facing diseases, he made it unaccosted to the front desk and handed over the pad Tradewind had given him.

"Oh. yes! We've been expecting you. Use the elevator to the fifth floor, studio 37. The prep team is waiting to spruce you up a bit before you begin."

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'Spruce up', hah! Five cycles had passed before he was able to escape the prep team's clutches.

He had gone from the slag heap, right into the smelter.

Another six cycles of being moved into the positions they wanted, of countless photos being taken to the yelled refrain of ' primus at least look a little happy or try for not miserable.'

Kup shuddered at the thought of the ordeal he had suffered and would suffer through now that the photos were being published. He took a long pull from the cube and savored the slow burn.

A chime at the door, caused him to set aside his high grade and see who was here this time of day.

As he opened his door, his optics widened and chaos ensued.
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Reflector was infuriated.

It had taken him all day, with all three of his frames working non-stop but nearly all the copies of that...that...outrage had been collected and destroyed. The 'nearly all' part was the problem, based on the number of copies made that he had gotten when he had hacked Playbots database to erase all the photos of his Kup from their memory core, there were still four copies out there.

Four copies of his beloved Kup being forced to look like a...a..common pleasurebot. Oh his poor Kup, to have made to suffer so. When he finds the one responsible for this outrage, their spark will be delivered to Oil Slick in a box.

As Reflector turned back to his console he began to hack into the Playbot database once more. Pulling up the shipping information for this morning when that atrocity had been delivered, he found each listing and checked to see how many he had bought, stolen or forced the giving of. One by one he crossed of the list until only two listing remained: three had been delivered to the Towers' private mail room and the last had been sent by courier to his beloved Kup as he was the main bot covered- Reflector's spark flared as he remembered opening the filth to see a full centerfold of his beloved, sparkplates fully open and the most miserable look on his faceplates as if he would have rather been anywhere else but there.

He would have to have Spectro to infiltrate the nobles' private territory and steal then, and hack away the memories of having seen his Kup in such a state.

But first he would have to go and get the copy from his beloved Kup, and see if he needed comforting from such trauma.

Reflector transformed into his current disguised alt-form, a large truckbot and drove off towards his dearest Kup's apartment. Arriving quickly, since he was never far from his Kup if he could help it, he headed up to the third floor apartment and raised a servo to the chime. Then he stopped, the door was ajar. Kup would never allow such a security breech. Thinking somebot was attempting to steal from his bot, Reflector pushed the door open and strode in- then he froze in horror. The apartment was in shambles, signs of a struggle everywhere. And there in the center of the front room, a half smoked cy-gar had gone out.

First of my quota.

Angel
Reflector/Kup
PG-13 rating will go up

Kup is Reflector's Angel

Prologue

It all began long ago, far longer than those involved would care to admit, in the heart of Kaon during the end of the Golden Age...
The city-state of Kaon was a dark and harsh world at the best of times and in the twilight of the Golden Age it was a nightmare of depravity. It was in this world that three tiny younglings, or one depending on how you looked at, were ushered into one of the cities over-flowing orphanges.

In most city-states, no sparkling or youngling remained in such facilites for long, relatives or a loving home would sweep them away before too long- but not in Kaon. In Kaon, most sparklings and younglings remained in the orphanges until adulthood or the rest of their lives, which ever came first. Far too many of the sparklings who entered the orphanges ended up leaving only as parts of other younglings and sparklings, with energon so expensive and the amount of credits given for the orphans care so small, slow starvation was a spectre that stalked the recharge cribs and mini berths. Many of the younglings turned to the extensive underground crime circuit, becoming stimulent runners, or in most cases prosti-bots for the mechs who came to Kaon for berth pets. Some who didn't turn to crime went out to beg, trying to wheedle mechs and femmes to spare a few credits or a cube of low grade. Many of the youngest were the ones who begged, and eventually they too joined the crime syndicate.

As the three, or one, sparklings entered the orphanage, they were greeted by the director who managed this orphange.

"Well, so this is the unique new arrival? Welcome to Kaon's Home for Sparklings #6. You will obey the following rules: No loud noises, you will not run inside, there is a limit to one cube per sparkling per day- in your case you will be allowed two since your..unique frame requirements are slightly higher, you will obey the proctor and you will be in recharge in your assigned berth on time or you will be cast out into the street to scavenge with the turbofoxes."

The tiny mechlets trembled at this dark pronoucement, and quickly nodded that they would be good bots. The director stood and left them alone in the large room and did not return. Instead, a medium sized truckbot entered and smiled warmly, "Hello, I'm the proctor here, my name is Pickup. I will do my best to get you settled in as best as I can."

The lovely green truckbot lead thm to a berth and helped them drink their energon cubes, a third cube pulled from his subspace ensured that all three of his frames were properly fueled for the first time he could remember.

The lovely truckbot became the center of his new life as he was shown how to survive in the orphange and where the classroom was for the mandated education required of all such orphanges.

It was with a breaking spark that the little mech, now newly in his youngling frame, said good-bye to his beloved truckbot as he departed for the outside world.

Many Decavorns passed and the little mech grew up and as the war began he chose a side, choosing to side with the mech who had helped him after his beloved truckbot had left. Megatron promised that life would be better with those who were strong and worthy ruling Cybertron, and that was a side that the mech now known as Reflector wanted to be on.

It was many vorns later, during a mission that he had discovered finally what had happened to his beloved Pickup. As he hacked the Autobot database he discovered that Pickup had enlisted as an Autobot and as standard for new recruits had been given a new name- his beloved was now known as Kup.

Kup. He would find him, and make him his as a proper Decepticon should. His and his alone.

Megatron stalked the halls of the Nemesis, determined to find his wayward Second.

"STARSCREAM!! SHOW YOURSELF YOU MISERABLE LITTLE GLITCH!!!"

What little patience the Decepticon warlord possessed had dissapated quickly after his air commander became more and more reclusive several orns ago.

Megatron glared as he came to a door, the last door. He had searched or had Shockwave and Lugnut search the entire ship and base. In fact, he probably wouldn't tell them when he found Starscream since they had stayed away from him since he began the search.

Pushing the release button for the door, Megatron felt his ire grow at the flashing red light indicating that the door was locked. Imputing his personal code, the door opened and a startled pair of crimson optics locked with his own.

"STARSCREAM!!! WHERE HA-" Megatron stopped speaking in shock.

There before him was his second, perched on what appeared to be a nest made of scrap metal with TWENTY-FOUR sparkling egg forms resting neatly beneath him and shielded by Starscream's wings.

"Keep your voice down the mindless drone! Do you want to traumatize our sparklings before they even hatch!?!"

Megatron looked from Starscream to the eggs, back to Starscream and back to the eggs and with the thought 'he's on a nest', Megatron- Decepticon leader, epic warrior, glorious Warlord, fierce gladiator and merciless conqueror- passed out as his processor fritzed.

"Oh great, and I suppose I'm going to have to do something about this?

Skyfire never mentions how he and starscream met, but skyfire was a big fan!
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