Little One 2/?
Title: Little One 2/?
Author: Dreamer's Way
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Warning: Nothing major really, just mentions of Strika/Lugnut action
Summary: While being held within a Decepticon prison cell, Bulkhead has a interesting visitor....
Beta by lafayelle and P.A.W.07 on fanfiction
Chapter 2
To say that Strika wasn’t a femme would be a good guess based on first impressions. She wasn’t built like the stereotypical femme body. This caused many soldiers to meet an early demise as she annihilated them for such insults and comments either in front of or behind her back.
So what if she didn’t have the small frame like those Autobot femmes? Her frame allowed her to serve the cause. She could even withstand Lugnut’s ‘Punch That Destroy Everything’ with ease. Actually, she was one of the few that would still be standing with only the feeling of an aftershock. That pretty much was the event that caught Lugnut’s attention.
While his only thoughts seemed to be of Lord Megatron and the Decepticons, he also had needs that no femme would or could withstand. Strika was prefect for him. After talking, they shared their views and found much in common with each other. Of course, Strika would be the first to say that Lugnut might be a little too ‘loyal’ to Megatron, not allowing the likes of free thought to enter his head too much. But he was a good mech for her: strong, passionate and stable. He was high within the ranks as well, and she was slowly getting up there herself.
When she finally gained the title General of Destruction from Megatron himself, Lugnut agreed to officially becoming her mate and not just ‘comrades with benefits’.
They had spent many eons interfacing when their frustration with the Autobots and the idiots that surrounded them became too great to hold back, and she wanted something so much more. She knew that this to be the only true femme emotion in her: the urge to create a family unit. When they had finally bonded, they had become one of the most powerful forces in the Decepticon Empire. By themselves, they were a threat, but together they could wipe out Autobot armies with great ease. Victory would be within their grasp.
Maybe that was why Strika did what she did before the last battle of the Great War. Lugnut refused to give her a sparkling of their own to raise, to teach the ways of the Decepticons, and to learn all they had known. He wanted to wait until victory was undoubtedly theirs. How much more did he want? They were winning; the Autobots were falling at their feet.
That was when she had done it. It took a lot of energy, but she drove Lugnut into stasis during their last interfacing together. He never realized she activated the carrying program that would let her carry their little one. Strika would tell him later, but only once they had defeated the Autobots and Lord Megatron was declared the victor.
That did seem to have happened as only a few vorns after the battle, she found herself leading a small band of loyal Decepticons as they were all run off of the planet. Exiled! They were tossed off of their home world for their ideals against the corruption the current government which was held over them. Who knew when they would be able to put their pedes back onto Cybertronian ground again?
She was also scared for the little one that was resting against her own spark. She could feel it growing and soon it would need a protoform body to rest in, special energon to feed on, so much equipment that she could not give him...yes. A little mech; she knew it from the energy reading she was receiving.
Still, this was a problem. Lugnut couldn’t help either. He still didn’t know and was now light-years away with Lord Megatron in some empty part of space. There was no way to contact him due to the fear of Autobots tracking them down. Now she had to make a choice herself. She could absorb the little one’s spark back into her own, cancelling the carrying program. That would be the logical choice. They didn’t have the material or time for carrying for a sparkling. But, there was the femme part of her that did not want to. This was her sparkling and her carrying program took to overriding her logical thinking.
She was going to keep the sparkling.
Soon enough, the others on the ship found out. It was hard to hide when she was becoming more and more easily angered with the passing cycles. Most of them were indifferent about it: Cyclonus with his stoic face, Blackout really could care less and Strika really did not know if Spittor understood the situation. The only one that seemed to take an interest in this would be Oil Slick. As the only member of the team with medical experience, he found it his duty to look after her and the little one. If one would have thought him to complain about it, he did not. He found the whole event to be a learning experience. Taking on the role of ‘medic’, he warned Strika of what she was placing her sparkling into. Was a Decepticon warship really the best place to raise her little one? The same points she thought over herself when considering absorbing her Sparkling Oil Slick also brought up. Yes, she had to agree with him there, but she did not want to lose her sparkling.
Then he suggested that they send the sparkling to one of the Decepticon’s hidden energon sources. It was a trial, but they had planted many Decepticon agents into energon farms. They had too if they wanted the Decepticon search teams to survive. The Decepticons would produce the energon and send it out by Decepticon couriers...or some sale mechs as well. Yes, it would work as Strika thought it over. Her little one would have all that he needed, would learn about his Decepticon heritage and she would have (though limited) contact with him. Once they were able to supply themselves with a protoform, Oil Slick had arrange a small ship to carry the sparkling to one of these farms, one run by a bonded couple by the name Bullhorn and Howlback.
When it came to splitting the little one from Strika’s spark, the general hated to admit it but it was hard to remember the whole thing. The only think she did recall was the first time she spotted her little one. It was hard to image anything so small was hers. Oil Slick took to commenting that the little one was actually larger than normal but was a good size for being the creation of two of the biggest Decepticons within their ranks.
Strika knew that his sire, while shocked at the news, would come to love the little one. She did. And there were few things she loved.
Oil Slick placed him in her arms and she held him tight to her chest. He was at best a mixture of herself and Lugnut. He had small little kibbles that were like her shoulder cannons and his small hands reminded her of Lugnut’s clamps. There was so much about him that she love as he took to looking up at her with the bright crimson optics, highlighted by the dark green paint job, and trying to take a hold of her finger. He could barely grasp a hold of it, using both of his own hands. What could be seen as a smile cross Strika’s face as her little one took to trying to bite down on her finger. Oh, he was a little scrapper. These few moments they had together were priceless.
But all good things she found for Decepticons came to an end.
Oil Slick returned and she felt that it was time. Coming up with a data in hand, he took her little one from her and started to examine the sparkling, weighting him and measuring his height (Which only prove Oil Slick’s comment about her little one’s large sight). All of this to registered the sparkling within the Decepticons’ ranks. As Oil Slick took to touching and prodding him, the sparkling took to crying. It hurt Strika’s spark to hear him crying, trying to reach out for her. But this had to be done to make sure he was healthy and beside…she couldn’t keep him anyway. It was not fair to him, to the next generation of Decepticon warriors. Lord Megatron would need him in the eons to come. No doubt in her mind that her creation would be an assist to the Decepticon cause.
“What’s his designation?” asked Oil as he finished filling out most of the form and handed the sparkling back to her.
Oh, a name. Strika forgot to think of a name. Here, she was more concern with her little one’s safety. What is a name when his spark was in the balance? Looking down at the small green form, Strika took a moment as her creation went to snuggling closer to her. Feeling his own spark so close to her’s, she bathe in the feeling as the names took to floating through her core. What would be fitting?
“…Scavenger….”
“Hmmm?” asked Oil Slick, looking up.
“Scavenger, I believe it would work,” said Strika, her optics totally focused on her little one.
Nodding his head, Oil Slick wrote it down before turning back to her, “It is time.”
Strika took to objecting for a few moments. Her femme’s programming involving protecting sparklings and younglings, especially her own, just kicked in. She couldn’t let Scavenger go out into the endless limits of space. Primus knows what would happen to him out there. A meteor could crash into the shuttle! It could blow up! Her little one could end up crashing into Autobot HQ. In the end, she handed over the crying sparkling to Oil Slick. Scavenger was packed up into a shuttle and quickly was sent off back to their home world with the location for Bullhorn and Howlback’s farm into it. She could still remember the tears in his optics and his crying within her audios. But it was for the best and before they would know it, they would be together again. She knew it, just as they all planned it.
Again, things didn’t work out.
Only the news hit them a few cycles later that Bullhorn and Howlback were discovered and force to flee before her little one would crash onto their farm. As well, a huge storm appeared and they lost track of the shuttle. Strika was worried but was more angry at herself … and at Oil Slick, at those two stupid Decepticons farmers, and most of all the Autobots! If they hadn’t found out about the energon farm her sparkling would be spared, no doubt.
Within those cycles, no one dare cross Strika’s path if they valued their sparks. Oil Slick wasn’t seen for solar cycles in that period. The others couldn’t blame him.
Cycles passed and Strika always tried to find some news of her little one, her little Scavenger. She had to know if he was alive or dead at least. None of the Decepticons she came across have given her ‘pleasing’ answers until she was lucky enough to get into contact with their double agent, Shockwave, as he was giving her an update because Megatron could not be contacted at the moment. Wondering if she was able to remove his voice box by pure will as Shockwave droned on, her optics took to widen at one of the images he had taken at Boot Camp.
Those kibbles...
The large claw-like hands...
“Shockwave, who is this?” she demand, standing up in her chair.
He was surprise by the sudden outburst and movement by his ranking officer. Cautiously, he answered the question.
“That large mech? I believe his name is Bulkhead, some accident-prone Autobot recruit from the energon farms. I do no-“
“I want every single piece of information you can get your claws into! I don’t care if they are his youngling education grades!!! I want everything!” Strika shouted out, pounding her fist into the table.
Shockwave’s optics filled with shock because of Strika’s outburst, and he looked like he was about to say something when he stopped because of the stare she was giving him. It was not a smart idea to cross Strika when she was like this. It was best to go along with her request. Thinking it over for a few more moments, it wasn’t such a big favor anyway. What was wrong with giving a commanding officer information on a small, no name, Autobot?
What is the harm in a little information?
Strika soon had the data in hand about this little Bulkhead mech. Bulkhead. What an Autobot name. That name wasn’t fitting for her Scavenger. Yes, it was him for sure. He was raised by a bonded couple by the names of Hoist and Grapple on some energon farm in the same area where they had sent her little one.
He also had the strength of Lugnut and herself with a history of destruction following behind him. That idiot Sentinel Mino kept on criticizing her youngling. If she found him again …
Maybe once she was reunited with her little one and shown him the proper ways of being a Decepticon, he would like to ‘reward’ the Minor for his lessons.
But, then again, she had lost track of Scavenger. Oh, the irony that her little one would actually cross paths with the Allspark, his sire Lugnut and Lord Megatron. But as soon as Strika’s spark filled up at the joy of her life being restored, they disappeared again. Somehow there was this large explosion and both ships took to being destroyed; the Autobots and Lord Megatron were lost during it. Once again, her family and life were place on hold and this time maybe never to be seen again.
Yes, Lugnut might be as alive as she had seen him again in New Kaon, but with his obsession with the story that Lord Megatron was dead had dealt him a great blow. He couldn’t stand the truth that their lord might be dead.
She should have told him that not only had they lost their lord in that battle and the chance of beating the Autobots with the Allspark, but that of their own creation. Before Strika even had a chance of trying again, to fill the empty hole inside her chest, Lugnut had run off with Blitzwing back to the planet near where they had lost Megatron on.
That bit-brain....
Many cycles later, she had received the news that Lord Megatron was alive! Oh, their Lord was not so easily destroyed. Not only that, but even though he and his elite soldiers were having trouble with the spacebridge repair crew of Autobots, Strika felt proud. Her little one was a true warrior. She broke out into a smile reading the reports from Lugnut about his difficulty and defeat at the hands of the large green Autobot. Oh, Scavenger was able to defeat his sire! If only Lugnut knew the truth like she had. He would be as proud as she was. It was a sign of a true Decepticon if a creation was able to defeat their sire in battle.
As though he did gain their strength, it seems their little one also had a core processor on him. What information Shockwave didn’t give her, she took to finding out herself. The little one had taken the space bridge technician aptitude test and own the highest ranking score on it.
Yes, Scavenger gained his core processor from her and not his sire.
She could only thank Primus for that.
Oh yes, this ‘Bulkhead’ had the makes of a true and pure Decepticon, but she would have to fix that Autobot nature of his.
Perhaps Oil Slick could have a look at him once they arrived at the mudball world.
Author: Dreamer's Way
Rated: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters.
Warning: Nothing major really, just mentions of Strika/Lugnut action
Summary: While being held within a Decepticon prison cell, Bulkhead has a interesting visitor....
Beta by lafayelle and P.A.W.07 on fanfiction
Chapter 2
To say that Strika wasn’t a femme would be a good guess based on first impressions. She wasn’t built like the stereotypical femme body. This caused many soldiers to meet an early demise as she annihilated them for such insults and comments either in front of or behind her back.
So what if she didn’t have the small frame like those Autobot femmes? Her frame allowed her to serve the cause. She could even withstand Lugnut’s ‘Punch That Destroy Everything’ with ease. Actually, she was one of the few that would still be standing with only the feeling of an aftershock. That pretty much was the event that caught Lugnut’s attention.
While his only thoughts seemed to be of Lord Megatron and the Decepticons, he also had needs that no femme would or could withstand. Strika was prefect for him. After talking, they shared their views and found much in common with each other. Of course, Strika would be the first to say that Lugnut might be a little too ‘loyal’ to Megatron, not allowing the likes of free thought to enter his head too much. But he was a good mech for her: strong, passionate and stable. He was high within the ranks as well, and she was slowly getting up there herself.
When she finally gained the title General of Destruction from Megatron himself, Lugnut agreed to officially becoming her mate and not just ‘comrades with benefits’.
They had spent many eons interfacing when their frustration with the Autobots and the idiots that surrounded them became too great to hold back, and she wanted something so much more. She knew that this to be the only true femme emotion in her: the urge to create a family unit. When they had finally bonded, they had become one of the most powerful forces in the Decepticon Empire. By themselves, they were a threat, but together they could wipe out Autobot armies with great ease. Victory would be within their grasp.
Maybe that was why Strika did what she did before the last battle of the Great War. Lugnut refused to give her a sparkling of their own to raise, to teach the ways of the Decepticons, and to learn all they had known. He wanted to wait until victory was undoubtedly theirs. How much more did he want? They were winning; the Autobots were falling at their feet.
That was when she had done it. It took a lot of energy, but she drove Lugnut into stasis during their last interfacing together. He never realized she activated the carrying program that would let her carry their little one. Strika would tell him later, but only once they had defeated the Autobots and Lord Megatron was declared the victor.
That did seem to have happened as only a few vorns after the battle, she found herself leading a small band of loyal Decepticons as they were all run off of the planet. Exiled! They were tossed off of their home world for their ideals against the corruption the current government which was held over them. Who knew when they would be able to put their pedes back onto Cybertronian ground again?
She was also scared for the little one that was resting against her own spark. She could feel it growing and soon it would need a protoform body to rest in, special energon to feed on, so much equipment that she could not give him...yes. A little mech; she knew it from the energy reading she was receiving.
Still, this was a problem. Lugnut couldn’t help either. He still didn’t know and was now light-years away with Lord Megatron in some empty part of space. There was no way to contact him due to the fear of Autobots tracking them down. Now she had to make a choice herself. She could absorb the little one’s spark back into her own, cancelling the carrying program. That would be the logical choice. They didn’t have the material or time for carrying for a sparkling. But, there was the femme part of her that did not want to. This was her sparkling and her carrying program took to overriding her logical thinking.
She was going to keep the sparkling.
Soon enough, the others on the ship found out. It was hard to hide when she was becoming more and more easily angered with the passing cycles. Most of them were indifferent about it: Cyclonus with his stoic face, Blackout really could care less and Strika really did not know if Spittor understood the situation. The only one that seemed to take an interest in this would be Oil Slick. As the only member of the team with medical experience, he found it his duty to look after her and the little one. If one would have thought him to complain about it, he did not. He found the whole event to be a learning experience. Taking on the role of ‘medic’, he warned Strika of what she was placing her sparkling into. Was a Decepticon warship really the best place to raise her little one? The same points she thought over herself when considering absorbing her Sparkling Oil Slick also brought up. Yes, she had to agree with him there, but she did not want to lose her sparkling.
Then he suggested that they send the sparkling to one of the Decepticon’s hidden energon sources. It was a trial, but they had planted many Decepticon agents into energon farms. They had too if they wanted the Decepticon search teams to survive. The Decepticons would produce the energon and send it out by Decepticon couriers...or some sale mechs as well. Yes, it would work as Strika thought it over. Her little one would have all that he needed, would learn about his Decepticon heritage and she would have (though limited) contact with him. Once they were able to supply themselves with a protoform, Oil Slick had arrange a small ship to carry the sparkling to one of these farms, one run by a bonded couple by the name Bullhorn and Howlback.
When it came to splitting the little one from Strika’s spark, the general hated to admit it but it was hard to remember the whole thing. The only think she did recall was the first time she spotted her little one. It was hard to image anything so small was hers. Oil Slick took to commenting that the little one was actually larger than normal but was a good size for being the creation of two of the biggest Decepticons within their ranks.
Strika knew that his sire, while shocked at the news, would come to love the little one. She did. And there were few things she loved.
Oil Slick placed him in her arms and she held him tight to her chest. He was at best a mixture of herself and Lugnut. He had small little kibbles that were like her shoulder cannons and his small hands reminded her of Lugnut’s clamps. There was so much about him that she love as he took to looking up at her with the bright crimson optics, highlighted by the dark green paint job, and trying to take a hold of her finger. He could barely grasp a hold of it, using both of his own hands. What could be seen as a smile cross Strika’s face as her little one took to trying to bite down on her finger. Oh, he was a little scrapper. These few moments they had together were priceless.
But all good things she found for Decepticons came to an end.
Oil Slick returned and she felt that it was time. Coming up with a data in hand, he took her little one from her and started to examine the sparkling, weighting him and measuring his height (Which only prove Oil Slick’s comment about her little one’s large sight). All of this to registered the sparkling within the Decepticons’ ranks. As Oil Slick took to touching and prodding him, the sparkling took to crying. It hurt Strika’s spark to hear him crying, trying to reach out for her. But this had to be done to make sure he was healthy and beside…she couldn’t keep him anyway. It was not fair to him, to the next generation of Decepticon warriors. Lord Megatron would need him in the eons to come. No doubt in her mind that her creation would be an assist to the Decepticon cause.
“What’s his designation?” asked Oil as he finished filling out most of the form and handed the sparkling back to her.
Oh, a name. Strika forgot to think of a name. Here, she was more concern with her little one’s safety. What is a name when his spark was in the balance? Looking down at the small green form, Strika took a moment as her creation went to snuggling closer to her. Feeling his own spark so close to her’s, she bathe in the feeling as the names took to floating through her core. What would be fitting?
“…Scavenger….”
“Hmmm?” asked Oil Slick, looking up.
“Scavenger, I believe it would work,” said Strika, her optics totally focused on her little one.
Nodding his head, Oil Slick wrote it down before turning back to her, “It is time.”
Strika took to objecting for a few moments. Her femme’s programming involving protecting sparklings and younglings, especially her own, just kicked in. She couldn’t let Scavenger go out into the endless limits of space. Primus knows what would happen to him out there. A meteor could crash into the shuttle! It could blow up! Her little one could end up crashing into Autobot HQ. In the end, she handed over the crying sparkling to Oil Slick. Scavenger was packed up into a shuttle and quickly was sent off back to their home world with the location for Bullhorn and Howlback’s farm into it. She could still remember the tears in his optics and his crying within her audios. But it was for the best and before they would know it, they would be together again. She knew it, just as they all planned it.
Again, things didn’t work out.
Only the news hit them a few cycles later that Bullhorn and Howlback were discovered and force to flee before her little one would crash onto their farm. As well, a huge storm appeared and they lost track of the shuttle. Strika was worried but was more angry at herself … and at Oil Slick, at those two stupid Decepticons farmers, and most of all the Autobots! If they hadn’t found out about the energon farm her sparkling would be spared, no doubt.
Within those cycles, no one dare cross Strika’s path if they valued their sparks. Oil Slick wasn’t seen for solar cycles in that period. The others couldn’t blame him.
Cycles passed and Strika always tried to find some news of her little one, her little Scavenger. She had to know if he was alive or dead at least. None of the Decepticons she came across have given her ‘pleasing’ answers until she was lucky enough to get into contact with their double agent, Shockwave, as he was giving her an update because Megatron could not be contacted at the moment. Wondering if she was able to remove his voice box by pure will as Shockwave droned on, her optics took to widen at one of the images he had taken at Boot Camp.
Those kibbles...
The large claw-like hands...
“Shockwave, who is this?” she demand, standing up in her chair.
He was surprise by the sudden outburst and movement by his ranking officer. Cautiously, he answered the question.
“That large mech? I believe his name is Bulkhead, some accident-prone Autobot recruit from the energon farms. I do no-“
“I want every single piece of information you can get your claws into! I don’t care if they are his youngling education grades!!! I want everything!” Strika shouted out, pounding her fist into the table.
Shockwave’s optics filled with shock because of Strika’s outburst, and he looked like he was about to say something when he stopped because of the stare she was giving him. It was not a smart idea to cross Strika when she was like this. It was best to go along with her request. Thinking it over for a few more moments, it wasn’t such a big favor anyway. What was wrong with giving a commanding officer information on a small, no name, Autobot?
What is the harm in a little information?
Strika soon had the data in hand about this little Bulkhead mech. Bulkhead. What an Autobot name. That name wasn’t fitting for her Scavenger. Yes, it was him for sure. He was raised by a bonded couple by the names of Hoist and Grapple on some energon farm in the same area where they had sent her little one.
He also had the strength of Lugnut and herself with a history of destruction following behind him. That idiot Sentinel Mino kept on criticizing her youngling. If she found him again …
Maybe once she was reunited with her little one and shown him the proper ways of being a Decepticon, he would like to ‘reward’ the Minor for his lessons.
But, then again, she had lost track of Scavenger. Oh, the irony that her little one would actually cross paths with the Allspark, his sire Lugnut and Lord Megatron. But as soon as Strika’s spark filled up at the joy of her life being restored, they disappeared again. Somehow there was this large explosion and both ships took to being destroyed; the Autobots and Lord Megatron were lost during it. Once again, her family and life were place on hold and this time maybe never to be seen again.
Yes, Lugnut might be as alive as she had seen him again in New Kaon, but with his obsession with the story that Lord Megatron was dead had dealt him a great blow. He couldn’t stand the truth that their lord might be dead.
She should have told him that not only had they lost their lord in that battle and the chance of beating the Autobots with the Allspark, but that of their own creation. Before Strika even had a chance of trying again, to fill the empty hole inside her chest, Lugnut had run off with Blitzwing back to the planet near where they had lost Megatron on.
That bit-brain....
Many cycles later, she had received the news that Lord Megatron was alive! Oh, their Lord was not so easily destroyed. Not only that, but even though he and his elite soldiers were having trouble with the spacebridge repair crew of Autobots, Strika felt proud. Her little one was a true warrior. She broke out into a smile reading the reports from Lugnut about his difficulty and defeat at the hands of the large green Autobot. Oh, Scavenger was able to defeat his sire! If only Lugnut knew the truth like she had. He would be as proud as she was. It was a sign of a true Decepticon if a creation was able to defeat their sire in battle.
As though he did gain their strength, it seems their little one also had a core processor on him. What information Shockwave didn’t give her, she took to finding out herself. The little one had taken the space bridge technician aptitude test and own the highest ranking score on it.
Yes, Scavenger gained his core processor from her and not his sire.
She could only thank Primus for that.
Oh yes, this ‘Bulkhead’ had the makes of a true and pure Decepticon, but she would have to fix that Autobot nature of his.
Perhaps Oil Slick could have a look at him once they arrived at the mudball world.