I was listening to "Uprising" by Muse - good song, by the way - and it inspired me to write this fic. I do not own Transformers, nor do I make any profit by writing this story. Transformers © Hasbro/Takara

Era: All Hail Megatron


Ghosts - Prologue

"Just a little more to the right… There - dead center."

"Talking to yourself again?"

Moonracer squeaked, dropping her rifle with a loud clatter. "Will you stop sneaking up on people!" she sneered. The crimson mech behind her narrowed his one optic as the female gathered the weapon into her arms. "I'll never be as good as you… That's what you want, isn't it, Perceptor?" Moonracer glared over her shoulder, her kneeling position leaving much to be desired as she could only see to the sniper's waist.

The scientist merely emitted a soft hum, moving to be level with the femme. "You were holding it wrong," he scolded. Taken by surprise, Moonracer felt her spark leap with embarrassment as he situated her hands along the rifle - in the proper way. For a moment, she could feel herself leaning against his chest; her optics dimming as a sudden, strange contentment raced through her frame.

And he didn't seem to mind, or maybe he just didn't notice…

"Now: aim and fire." Even his voice, while cold and deep as the oldest well, sent an electric thrill through her circuits. "What? Oh, dammit!" Moonracer panicked, close to dropping the gun once again. She could hear the soft, impatient sigh; making her tremble in anxiety; "Sorry, Perceptor… I don't know what's gotten into me tonight." Keeping her chin lowered, the young female fled from the lookout point and into their makeshift base of operations.

The first signs of a breeding cycle, usually consist of: mild irritability, mood swings, and the urge to sleep; often quiet.

Perceptor inclined his helm in realization - his little protégé was experiencing her first breeding cycle. As a scientist and subordinate, it was in his best interest not to pursue a receptive female, lest he engage in a struggle for the right to mate.

Like all Cybertronians, his instinctual programming was unrelenting when it came to breeding and the raising of hatchlings. And he felt guilty for allowing such a sweet, naïve femme into his life; as his student, an inspiring sniper. But if he doesn't accept and embrace this carnal desire, someone else will.


There will be more, eventually.
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