Twinless...

Disclaimer: I do not own transformers in any way shape or form. I do own my occ's except Mal-Ice who belongs to Jetfire the Sparkling.

Thunder and lightning rolled and struck outside the Cybertronian night club, one of the few still in service on Cybertron. The sign out front swung helter skelter, as it flashed its greeting of simply 'The Den'. Inside the club a battered and scratched dirty yellow mech sat on a bar stool and took a long swig of high grade. He idly watched a silvery teal femme twirl on a long pole that connected to the stage and ceiling. He was lightly tapped on the shoulder and as he turned around his tired optics were greeted by a pretty green femme. In cycles past he would have offered to buy her a drink but now days that was not the case.

"What do yea want femme?" he asked dryly.

"Oh a cranky mech...Tisk-tisk I bet I can change that." She smiled slyly.

She reached up to his shoulders and worked her fingers into what would normally be soft wiring and found it only taught hard, this mech she could tell had seen better days.

"Oh my you're so tight." She said with a warm purr. She picked up his arm and led him from the bar into a secluded room with a berth. She was not surprised that he followed her most mechs would follow a femme of her class.

"Why did you bring me back here Femme?" he questioned not trusting were things were heading.

She walked away from him to the other side of the berth and motioned for him to lie down. Seeing he wasn't about to move she laughed lightly.

"Calm down mech, I won't bite…unless you ask." She smiled coy like.

She was tall and lean; she had a beautiful chassis and delicately curved hips. Her green frame lightly glittered in the dim light of the room, her optics were a soft orange and all-in-all she was a very attractive femme. To her surprise the mech had made no advances towards her like most would have at first sight of her. But that did not deter her in the least; she smiled as she trailed her delicate finger a crossed the berth slowly advancing on him. The mech took a single step into the light before speaking,

"I am not fit for what I suspect you have planned Femme…"the mech droned dryly.

She raised a single servo to her chin and tapped it gently thinking. She eyed him up and down before wordlessly dragging him threw yet another door. This time the new room had a giant tub in it big enough for two full grown larger sized mechs. The dirty yellow mech allowed her to drag him forward to the tub before speaking.

"I do not have enough credits to pay for a wash…" he nearly whispered.

She shrugged and without warning pushed him in making a gigantic splash. The water was warm and felt so good on his frame he could hard believe it. It had been two Orns since he'd left Earth and had not had a decent bath since. He missed Earth but had vowed not to go back since…well he was just never going back if he could help it.

"You can pay me back mech by working it off. I am the owner of 'The Den' anyway so no worries for you mister. You can call me Crysteel by the way and what should I call you?"

He eyed her skeptically gauging her, but she was hard to read. He did not want to be known by his spark name any more there was too much baggage in it and besides there were others looking for him and he did not want to be found.
He decided to answer her with a question of his own,

"Why are you trying to help me Fem—Crysteel?" he now crossed his arms under the soothing warm water.

"Because you need a bath and new paint job too it looks like. " She rubbed her chin plates eyeing him again, before walking into the shadows and retrieving some cleaning supplies. She placed all of these on a cart and wheeled it over to him and with a tisk started scrubbing him. He jumped in surprise at her touch, and she giggled softly before speaking again.

"You have not answered my question…what is your name?" she whispered honey like in his audio.

He watched her carefully before speaking, "I wished to be called Trecx..."

-One Week Later-

It was late in the evening on Cybertron as Trecx cleaned cubes behind the bar of 'The Den' of where he now lived and worked. He also now was clean and had a new paint job of a clean crisp canary yellow, the only other color on his entire body was of a small serpent on his right shoulder plate in a green glittery metallic, it was to symbolize that he was employed at The Den. It was also a more subtle symbol that he belonged to Crysteel as the serpent's eyes were orange like hers. His armor had also had a bit of change too making look less like Sunstreaker and more like his new identity Trecx.

"It's a slow night." Crysteel commented as she leaned against the bar her polished steel glittering in the dim light as she watched her dancers. The Den was in every sense a gentleman's bar of earth it had alcohol and dancers and bouncers, not to mention the occasional rowdy customer.

"Hey Crysteel how about another round?" a friendly patron called out holding up his cube with a half drunken smile.

"Coming right up Hard-line." She waved and turned to Trecx to ask for a fresh cube of high grade only to be surprised he already had one ready or her.

"Not bad…" She smiled to him with a small approving smile.

As she turned to head over to her best customer The Den's door erupted open with a bang making everyone jump. At first no one but Trecx had noticed that on the ground lay the two bouncers, everyone was in shock. In the doorway were 3 pairs of bright red glowing optics of who the owners were still in shadow.

"Well boys…it seems we came on the slow night." A deep baritone mech said as he step through the doorway it was a mech Trecx had never seen before he looked like Dirge but was a dirty grey color, the Decepticon Dirge however was a burnt orange color.

"Drawler behave yourself this time will you?" came another voice this one was from a younger mech only slightly taller and was yet another dirty ground pounder, this one was an off blue color.

"Ah but look at these beautiful femmes!" Drawler admonished as he admired a lengthy two toned waitress before snatching her arm and pulling her to him. She had very nearly dropped her tray of cubes when he did so. The other blue mech snatched up a cubed and handed it back to the last of the trio before grabbing another one for him.

Trecx growled angrily and moved around the bar faster than any ground pounder present could see and in one fluid movement twin blades eased out of his arms and into his hands before the slow grey mech could react. One blade was under his chin and the other was at his groin, pure anger and disgust rained in Trecx optics as he glared ruthful at Drawler. The clicks and wore of cannons being engaged greeted his Audios as the off blue mech step forward aiming his plasma cannon at Trecx spark chamber.

"If you want to live I suggest you retract those blades of yours before I blow a hole through you chest plating." Sneered the off blue mech.

"And I suggest if you want your friend to live and you still have an arm you make him let her go." Trecx countered dangerously pushing his blades closer making his 'point' well known.

"Trecx easy." Crysteel said cautiously having dealt with these mechs in the past. She moved slightly closer to him trying to easy him away from Drawler and Stray Wire knowing full well who still lingered in the shadows; she just wanted to get the whimpering femme away.

"Crysteel is this Cyber slug yours?" came a slithery voice from the shadow filled doorway, the owner's firry optics blazed ruthlessly and hungrily at her.

"Mal-Ice," she half greeted before continuing, "I see you have had a little fun with my bouncers yet again." She half commented slightly avoiding his question.

"I will not ask again femme." Mal-Ice growled dangerously moving into the light of the room. He was the tallest of the three and was in a way the most colorful. He was mostly black with navy blue shoulder strips and white hands and face. He stood out against the others with an Orange visor that was currently down but did nothing against the blaze of his evil optics.

"Yes Mal-Ice he is mine…" She said stiffly arching her back slightly in a defensive way; she knew full well what he meant when he had asked if Trecx was hers. Many vorns ago when she was a waitress she had her first run in with Mal-ice at The Den and it did not end in a pretty way for anyone that night.

"Well let's have a look here at him then shell we?" Mal-Ice said moving closer to Trecx, Drawler and the poor femme who looked like she wished nothing more than to melt away. Mal-Ice grabbed the femme roughly by the arm still holding the tray and ripped her from Drawlers grasp with ease. He carelessly threw her into Crysteels arms. Crysteel quietly soothed the femme as Hard-line who was very much now sobbed eased over and took her away in to a different room were the other dancers were hiding.

Trecx had eased off Drawler now that the femme was safely way, he did not how ever put away the silver blades. Crysteel made a note to ask him about them if they survived this night.

"Stream line, fast, courage or stupidity either one could get you killed in a three on one battle, unless you were a war season veteran." Mal-Ice commented seemingly casually as he scanned Trecx looking for weaknesses or strengths. "Those blades were not once yours…you were at one point cannon out fitted. Why did you change?" He asked with true curiosity.

"It's personal." Trecx answered crossly indicating he would not speak of it farther.

"Fair enough, for now." Mal-Ice granted with a slight wave of his hand, he wanted to know more about Crysteels new mech and he would have answers one way or another.

"Leave." Trecx said calmly as he gripped the blades tighter starting to get even angrier, he was starting to see red in his brilliant blue optics.

"Leave? Leave! Heh, we will leave when I am damn good and ready to. Besides I have a preposition for you anyway. Join us and help us create a better world for all Cybertronion kind?" Mal-ice said smiling coldly.

"Leave…or else"

"Or else what? You'll kill me? I think not!" Mal-Ice snarled drawing out firry hot blades of his own, he made his way out side fallowed by Stray Wire and Drawler who was still hold a cube. Mal-Ice quickly got into a sparing stance easily holding his balance in the slippery mud and rain.

As Trecx and Crysteel made their way out side into the thunderous rain storm, Crysteel was able to revive her two bouncer's Rock jaw and Metal Fist but made them sit up against the building or sit on the ground.

"Mal-Ice, why are you doing this?" Crysteel dared to ask fear slightly shaking in her voice as she stood back away from them.

"It will be an interesting fight." was all he said before he let loose a terrifying battle roar charging forward.

Suddenly out of no were three thick lightning bolts struck the ground between Mal-Ice and Trecx blinding everyone, Crysteel was the first to get her vision back only to have her breath taken away. In between the two blinded battle ready mechs were three beautiful seekers, one was pure white with etching covering her entire body looking like white flames each flame was lightly out lined with gold to make them stand out. Standing next to her was a Golden femme with flame etchings covering her body as well each etching was just barely kissed with white outlines opposite her sister. Last but not least was a pure black mech he too like his sisters as he was etched with flames but his were outlines with both gold and white complementing there unity as a Trine and as a family.

"Mal-Ice you and your mechs will leave now and Drawler give Crysteel that cube back." Spoke the black mech. Drawler quickly obeyed and hurried over to Crysteel who numbly took the still full cube, who were these seekers she wondered.

"Ah If my audios do not deceive me it is my dear cousins…" Mal-Ice sneered rubbing his optics get his vision back, "And so my optics confirm."

"Leave Mal-Ice and do not disturb this place again." The white femme ordered stepping forward towards him and him a step back. It was clear that these three had an influence over him and his men however little bit it maybe.

"We will leave, for now but mark my words cousins…your time is coming." And with that he transformed into a seeker and jetted off, Drawler and Stray Wire fallowing him from the ground.

Authors note: Who are these mysterious seekers? What are their intentions pure? What does Mal-Ice have in store for the unlucky Trecx/Sunstreaker? Find out next time!

Suggestion always welcome no matter how small!