Winter driving in Canada: You get to where you're going and say "Oh look, I'm not dead." *happyface*
Man, we are getting some crazy snow up here this year, and I mean crazy. I nearly crashed twice today, and each time I parked my car I went "Yay! Still alive! I win!" Anyway, am still in the Animation program, yay! I get to draw cartoons for homework! Also, I got a freelance job illustrating a series of childrens books. My life is shiney. I have my very own car with insurance and monthly payments and everything.
But I'm sure you don't wanna listen to me babble about my life. Have some Transformers fanfic.
Title: The Nine Rings of Vos
A Transformers G1 Fanfic
Author: Sanjuno Shori Niko
Summary: Soundwave has knocked up the Seeker trine... Eh?
Timeline: More on this fic here.
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(In which the Seekers are knocked up.)
“All of us at once!” Skywarp squeaked out, grinning inanely, “After only one time!”
“Well we already knew he was prolific.” Starscream pointed out dryly, looking up from his datapads in time to see Skywarp spin an unusually cheerful looking Thundercracker around in a graceless dance.
“But it took us forever last time!” Skywarp let go of Thundercracker to plop himself down on Starscream’s desk.
“Yes, yes.” Starscream sighed and moved the pads out of the way of Skywarp’s enthusiasm.
“It was a good choice, hooking up with Soundwave.” Thundercracker leant against the edge of the desk and smiled knowingly at his wingleader, “When news of this gets out the wings are going to want to kidnap him to Vos.”
“That would be amusing.” Starscream snickered and cast a sly glance at his wingmates, “I wonder if Sunstorm will curse him for being a groundling or praise him for sparking a full trine in one go?”
“Ha!” Skywarp chortled, wings fluttering in amusement, “Ol’ Sunstorm’s gonna fritz something trying to figure that out!”
“Are we going to put our claim on Soundwave?” Thundercracker asked, tilting his head questioningly at his trine, “If we don’t he’ll get mobbed by the wings.”
“As amusing as it would be to see such a thing happen, I think we should let it be known that we’ve claimed him as out ground control.” Starscream flexed his wing joints as he thoughtfully tapped his claws against the edge of his desk, “After all, if he sparked off the wings even a fraction as well as he did us, the next line of Seekers will all have mirror-codes and we left Vos to find a way to prevent that problem, remember?”
“Oh yeah.” Skywarp mumbled, swinging one thruster absently.
“How bad had it really gotten?” Thundercracker asked abruptly, looking at Starscream pensively, “I know things were bad, but you never told us how close things were to crashing.”
“Hey yeah.” Skywarp propped himself up on his elbows, “I still don’t get why we had to go get sparked by groundlings anyway.”
“It was close.” Starscream vented air in a sigh, “Another two, three generations and we would not have been able to find a Seeker without clone-codes.”
“Slag.” Thundercracker shook his wings as Skywarp grimaced. Clone-codes as they were called, were identical lines of programming. Identical programming meant less individuality, meant less variation in skill sets or personalities, meant less adaptability, meant stagnation. Seekers loathed stillness, and for a thing to be unchanging was the worst kind of suffocation. Seekers as a race feared losing their individuality to clone-coding.
“Usually we would only need to have a few trines venture outside the wings once or twice for each new generation, just often enough for fresh codes to enter the banks.” Starscream hitched his wings up to a harsh angle, “But first came the prejudice against military-builds like Seekers, then the rationing started, and finally the war broke out. Our usual practices were not viable. Of the last generation, nearly half guttered before they reached protoform because they too closely matched their parent sparks pattern and could not maintain cohesion. Of the survivors fifteen percent had glitches while thirty-two percent had to be shipped to Praxus due to rejection. Of that thirty-two percent, only five point seven percent of the parent trines managed to recover enough to fetch their sparkling back.”
“Smelting Pits!” Skywarp let out a sharp burst of static to accompany the oath, and Thundercracker scowled and lay a protective hand over his spark chamber. Rejection happened when a Seeker ended up carrying a groundling spark. The airy nature of a Seeker spark clashed with the denser spark of the sparkling and would send the parent trine into emergency stasis lock. Rejected sparks were often premature and had to be sent to a special facility in Praxus. The parent trine would awaken to act as if their sparkling had died due to the stress miscarriage placed on the creation bond, many times breaking it completely. It often took vorns for the misconnection to work itself out enough for the parents to re-establish the emotional depth of the creation bond. Skywarp whined worriedly, “Why didn’t you let us know it was that bad Screamer?”
“I didn’t want to worry you.” Starscream said softly as he rubbed the pads of his fingers over the edge of Skywarp’s nearest wing, “And the triplets had just been put into protoforms on top of our preparing the Rings to weather the famine. You didn’t need to know. Now calm down before you upset the sparkling.”
The reminder of their progeny was enough to calm Skywarp down and his wingmates endued the resulting cooing over each of the tiny sparks with unheard-of good humour.
“Speaking of preparing.” Thundercracker shifted as Skywarp nuzzled his cockpit, clicking nonsensically to the tiny spark inside, “What’s the plan? We’re not staying with the Decepticons, are we?”
“Of course not.” Starscream’s usual sharpness was blunted as he absently adjusted his position when Skywarp switched targets over to him, “Every Seeker who gets sparked goes back to Vos with their trine, and we will not be the exception.”
“Good.” Skywarp rubbed his hand over Starscream’s canopy in a possessive, protective gesture, “I don’t wanna risk losing any of the little winglets, and with how old Megs treats ya, it wouldn’t take long.”
“Skywarp’s right.” Thundercracker said with a suddenly worried frown, “You’re the most at risk. If Megatron has a bad day, then that’s it. We need to get out of here before that happens.”
“I know.” Starscream looked amused at their concern, “Don’t worry. I know Megatron’s moods well enough to know how long we have. We’ll be gone by the end of the next solar cycle.”
“That’s fast.” Thundercracker said as he cycled his optics in a blink, “How long have you been planning for this?”
“Since we left Vos.” Starscream replied calmly, “It was the main reason we left in the first place after all, and the war has taken care of the other.”
“That’s our Screamer.” Skywarp purred, stroking Starscream’s wing and leaning into the return caress.
“I know that Thundercracker has no regrets about leaving.” Starscream said abruptly, exchanging a meaningful look with his blue wingmate, “But what about you Skywarp? You’ve played the loyalist to Megatron remarkably well.”
“Just an act Screamer. Just like you wanting to rule the Cons.” Skywarp reassured his wingleader, “The fighting is fun, but I'm ready to head back home. Remember how it goes? Loyalty first to family…”
“And then to the trine.” Thundercracker and Starscream finished with Skywarp. Starscream smiled, “I’ve not forgotten wingmate.”
“Good.” Thundercracker said, pleased, “So what’s the plan? I want to get you and the rest of us out of here before anything happens.”
“Gather anything of personal value.” Starscream instructed his wingmates, “No energon, nothing that would make old bucket-head nervous. We have aerial manoeuvres scheduled for this cycle. We’ll get all of the wings in on it and go home. By the time anyone notices that we’re not coming back we’ll all be roosting in Vos.”
“No energon?” Skywarp frowned, “But what about the famine?”
“No longer an issue.” Starscream preened, “Remember the scouts I sent out? The planets I staked out during my time as an exploration scientist have been tapped for energy, and using clean methods we don’t have to worry about losing any sources to ecosystem degradation.”
“Any sentients?” Thundercracker asked, not unwisely.
“No, not yet anyway.” Starscream shrugged, “I left orders that planets with sentients or developing sentients were to be left alone. Those planets tend to attract trouble of the Autobot sort.”
“I hear ya.” Skywarp snorted, bouncing upright to stretch his wings, “So how’d they get the energon planetside without ol’ One-optic figuring it out?”
“One of our engineering trines mixed the space bridge technology they stole with what they knew of warp gates to produce a more energy efficient, less traceable space bridge.” Starscream smirked, “Vos is back to full power and then some and Shockwave didn’t notice a thing.”
“Heh.” Thundercracker shook his head, “Be fair. His scanners weren’t at full power and Vos is on the far side of Cybertron from here.”
“True enough.” Skywarp hummed consideringly for a moment, “Which trine figured out how to mix my gates with space bridge tech?”
“Tailspin’s trine.” Starscream snickered at his trinemates static bursts of surprise, “I know. I’m shocked that the city is still standing myself.”
“What is it with insanely gifted chief engineers and explosions?” Thundercracker mused.
“The key word is insane.” Skywarp pointed out with a snicker.
“Exactly.” Starscream said dryly, “Now enough chitchat. We need to get the wings mobilized.”
The trine got to their pedes and left their quarters, more than ready to finally go home.
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It's a bit wordy, but it's explaining concepts that I want to explore as an idea of how Cybertron (and more specificially the Seekers of Vos) work.
Like it? Hate it? Have I left you horribly confused? Want me to hurry up and post the good stuff? (Good stuff being the seekerlings and the conception thereof.) Leave me a note and I'll post some more.
Ciao darlings!
But I'm sure you don't wanna listen to me babble about my life. Have some Transformers fanfic.
Title: The Nine Rings of Vos
A Transformers G1 Fanfic
Author: Sanjuno Shori Niko
Summary: Soundwave has knocked up the Seeker trine... Eh?
Timeline: More on this fic here.
=/=
(In which the Seekers are knocked up.)
“All of us at once!” Skywarp squeaked out, grinning inanely, “After only one time!”
“Well we already knew he was prolific.” Starscream pointed out dryly, looking up from his datapads in time to see Skywarp spin an unusually cheerful looking Thundercracker around in a graceless dance.
“But it took us forever last time!” Skywarp let go of Thundercracker to plop himself down on Starscream’s desk.
“Yes, yes.” Starscream sighed and moved the pads out of the way of Skywarp’s enthusiasm.
“It was a good choice, hooking up with Soundwave.” Thundercracker leant against the edge of the desk and smiled knowingly at his wingleader, “When news of this gets out the wings are going to want to kidnap him to Vos.”
“That would be amusing.” Starscream snickered and cast a sly glance at his wingmates, “I wonder if Sunstorm will curse him for being a groundling or praise him for sparking a full trine in one go?”
“Ha!” Skywarp chortled, wings fluttering in amusement, “Ol’ Sunstorm’s gonna fritz something trying to figure that out!”
“Are we going to put our claim on Soundwave?” Thundercracker asked, tilting his head questioningly at his trine, “If we don’t he’ll get mobbed by the wings.”
“As amusing as it would be to see such a thing happen, I think we should let it be known that we’ve claimed him as out ground control.” Starscream flexed his wing joints as he thoughtfully tapped his claws against the edge of his desk, “After all, if he sparked off the wings even a fraction as well as he did us, the next line of Seekers will all have mirror-codes and we left Vos to find a way to prevent that problem, remember?”
“Oh yeah.” Skywarp mumbled, swinging one thruster absently.
“How bad had it really gotten?” Thundercracker asked abruptly, looking at Starscream pensively, “I know things were bad, but you never told us how close things were to crashing.”
“Hey yeah.” Skywarp propped himself up on his elbows, “I still don’t get why we had to go get sparked by groundlings anyway.”
“It was close.” Starscream vented air in a sigh, “Another two, three generations and we would not have been able to find a Seeker without clone-codes.”
“Slag.” Thundercracker shook his wings as Skywarp grimaced. Clone-codes as they were called, were identical lines of programming. Identical programming meant less individuality, meant less variation in skill sets or personalities, meant less adaptability, meant stagnation. Seekers loathed stillness, and for a thing to be unchanging was the worst kind of suffocation. Seekers as a race feared losing their individuality to clone-coding.
“Usually we would only need to have a few trines venture outside the wings once or twice for each new generation, just often enough for fresh codes to enter the banks.” Starscream hitched his wings up to a harsh angle, “But first came the prejudice against military-builds like Seekers, then the rationing started, and finally the war broke out. Our usual practices were not viable. Of the last generation, nearly half guttered before they reached protoform because they too closely matched their parent sparks pattern and could not maintain cohesion. Of the survivors fifteen percent had glitches while thirty-two percent had to be shipped to Praxus due to rejection. Of that thirty-two percent, only five point seven percent of the parent trines managed to recover enough to fetch their sparkling back.”
“Smelting Pits!” Skywarp let out a sharp burst of static to accompany the oath, and Thundercracker scowled and lay a protective hand over his spark chamber. Rejection happened when a Seeker ended up carrying a groundling spark. The airy nature of a Seeker spark clashed with the denser spark of the sparkling and would send the parent trine into emergency stasis lock. Rejected sparks were often premature and had to be sent to a special facility in Praxus. The parent trine would awaken to act as if their sparkling had died due to the stress miscarriage placed on the creation bond, many times breaking it completely. It often took vorns for the misconnection to work itself out enough for the parents to re-establish the emotional depth of the creation bond. Skywarp whined worriedly, “Why didn’t you let us know it was that bad Screamer?”
“I didn’t want to worry you.” Starscream said softly as he rubbed the pads of his fingers over the edge of Skywarp’s nearest wing, “And the triplets had just been put into protoforms on top of our preparing the Rings to weather the famine. You didn’t need to know. Now calm down before you upset the sparkling.”
The reminder of their progeny was enough to calm Skywarp down and his wingmates endued the resulting cooing over each of the tiny sparks with unheard-of good humour.
“Speaking of preparing.” Thundercracker shifted as Skywarp nuzzled his cockpit, clicking nonsensically to the tiny spark inside, “What’s the plan? We’re not staying with the Decepticons, are we?”
“Of course not.” Starscream’s usual sharpness was blunted as he absently adjusted his position when Skywarp switched targets over to him, “Every Seeker who gets sparked goes back to Vos with their trine, and we will not be the exception.”
“Good.” Skywarp rubbed his hand over Starscream’s canopy in a possessive, protective gesture, “I don’t wanna risk losing any of the little winglets, and with how old Megs treats ya, it wouldn’t take long.”
“Skywarp’s right.” Thundercracker said with a suddenly worried frown, “You’re the most at risk. If Megatron has a bad day, then that’s it. We need to get out of here before that happens.”
“I know.” Starscream looked amused at their concern, “Don’t worry. I know Megatron’s moods well enough to know how long we have. We’ll be gone by the end of the next solar cycle.”
“That’s fast.” Thundercracker said as he cycled his optics in a blink, “How long have you been planning for this?”
“Since we left Vos.” Starscream replied calmly, “It was the main reason we left in the first place after all, and the war has taken care of the other.”
“That’s our Screamer.” Skywarp purred, stroking Starscream’s wing and leaning into the return caress.
“I know that Thundercracker has no regrets about leaving.” Starscream said abruptly, exchanging a meaningful look with his blue wingmate, “But what about you Skywarp? You’ve played the loyalist to Megatron remarkably well.”
“Just an act Screamer. Just like you wanting to rule the Cons.” Skywarp reassured his wingleader, “The fighting is fun, but I'm ready to head back home. Remember how it goes? Loyalty first to family…”
“And then to the trine.” Thundercracker and Starscream finished with Skywarp. Starscream smiled, “I’ve not forgotten wingmate.”
“Good.” Thundercracker said, pleased, “So what’s the plan? I want to get you and the rest of us out of here before anything happens.”
“Gather anything of personal value.” Starscream instructed his wingmates, “No energon, nothing that would make old bucket-head nervous. We have aerial manoeuvres scheduled for this cycle. We’ll get all of the wings in on it and go home. By the time anyone notices that we’re not coming back we’ll all be roosting in Vos.”
“No energon?” Skywarp frowned, “But what about the famine?”
“No longer an issue.” Starscream preened, “Remember the scouts I sent out? The planets I staked out during my time as an exploration scientist have been tapped for energy, and using clean methods we don’t have to worry about losing any sources to ecosystem degradation.”
“Any sentients?” Thundercracker asked, not unwisely.
“No, not yet anyway.” Starscream shrugged, “I left orders that planets with sentients or developing sentients were to be left alone. Those planets tend to attract trouble of the Autobot sort.”
“I hear ya.” Skywarp snorted, bouncing upright to stretch his wings, “So how’d they get the energon planetside without ol’ One-optic figuring it out?”
“One of our engineering trines mixed the space bridge technology they stole with what they knew of warp gates to produce a more energy efficient, less traceable space bridge.” Starscream smirked, “Vos is back to full power and then some and Shockwave didn’t notice a thing.”
“Heh.” Thundercracker shook his head, “Be fair. His scanners weren’t at full power and Vos is on the far side of Cybertron from here.”
“True enough.” Skywarp hummed consideringly for a moment, “Which trine figured out how to mix my gates with space bridge tech?”
“Tailspin’s trine.” Starscream snickered at his trinemates static bursts of surprise, “I know. I’m shocked that the city is still standing myself.”
“What is it with insanely gifted chief engineers and explosions?” Thundercracker mused.
“The key word is insane.” Skywarp pointed out with a snicker.
“Exactly.” Starscream said dryly, “Now enough chitchat. We need to get the wings mobilized.”
The trine got to their pedes and left their quarters, more than ready to finally go home.
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It's a bit wordy, but it's explaining concepts that I want to explore as an idea of how Cybertron (and more specificially the Seekers of Vos) work.
Like it? Hate it? Have I left you horribly confused? Want me to hurry up and post the good stuff? (Good stuff being the seekerlings and the conception thereof.) Leave me a note and I'll post some more.
Ciao darlings!