Klik- under a second

Breem- 8.3 minutes

Joor- 6 hours

Orn- 2 weeks

Vorn- 83 years

Disclaimer: I do not own transformers. I do own all the OCs, though, and the plot. Enjoy, folks.

Chapter 1

Her optics onlined for the first time, and at the exact same moment, two other sets of optics lit up. She looked through the thin sac that kept her from the harsh outside world. She could see lots of flat surfaces and weird objects. A tugging feeling in her spark grabbed her easily diverted attention. Two tugging feelings, actually. She gave a curious chirp before returning the weird tugging feeling. Love, confusion, and curiosity flooded her body. She gave a delighted squeal before returning the feelings. Then again, she didn't really know how not to. She could feel the two others, and she knew that they were nearby.

Squeak squeak chirp click!

Two small chirps answered her call. She trilled when the feelings of recognition and love flowed through again. They knew her, too. She sent more happy feelings with a delighted chirp. Now she just had to get free. She was tired of being in this thing.

Squeakekekekeke! Beep chirp whirl! She called out.

Chirp, one answered as the other clicked. Dang. Neither of them knew how to get out either. So much for that. Nevertheless, she was undeterred. She wanted out. She wanted to be able to stretch more. With a small click, she pressed her hands against the thin sac. Nothing happened, so she pressed her face up against it. She giggled at the funny way it made her face plates feel. She moved backward and poked at the thin material. She gave a squeak of surprise when her claw-like finger pierced the material. The warm gel around her suddenly began draining through the hole, forcing the hole to become larger to accommodate the amount of liquid being forced out. She gave a shrill cry when she suddenly started slipping through the hole herself. She received the most disorienting feeling of air rushing past her.

"What the slag!" A large mech surged forward and quickly caught her in large servos. She gave a trill of delight. That had been quite a fun ride. Could she do it again? She looked up inquiringly at the winged mech holding her. She looked over her shoulder and wiggled her own winglets. She was just like this mech! He would undoubtedly let her have more fun! Her short attention span was disturbed by a shrill cry.

"Gah!" another mech exclaimed as he disappeared in a purple flash. Not a klik later, he reappeared far off to her right. Joyous giggles filled the room, followed by excited clicks and chirps. The mech slowly walked over to the mech holding her.

"Strange. What are the chances of two hatchlings hatching at the same time, Screamer?" the black and purple mech questioned. The silver-ish tan mech frowned as he studied the femling in his servo.

"Very small, Skywarp…" Starscream murmured. His thoughts were cut short when he had to leap forward when he saw another sac hatching in his peripheral vision. He deftly caught the squealing mechling in a servo before standing and glaring at the remaining twenty-eight hatchling sacs. "Anyone else want to hatch?" he snarled. There was no answer, so Starscream moved toward a table, both hatchlings held firmly in his servos. The femling stared at the mech hatchling as he shivered and cried in the mech's other hand.

Click click click click. Squeak chirp! She comforted.

"It makes sense, now. A trine," Starscream claimed. "Come, Skywarp. We must get them warmed up and fueled."

"Gotcha, Screamer," Skywarp replied. Starscream glanced at his trinemate as they stopped by a padded table. "TC's on his way," Skywarp added.

"Good. I'll deal with the femme, seeing as she appears to be the trine leader," Starscream stated.

"A femme leading two mechs?"

"Yes. I believe I'll designate her Breakfree because she hatched first," Starscream said, looking down at the white and gray femme as she gnawed on his digit. Her white wings perked at the attention, and her two antennae wiggled as she cooed. Starscream allowed himself to smile as he set the hatchlings down on their stomachs. The two immediately started chirping and whistling excitedly. They stretched in each other's direction, little pedes kicking fruitlessly as they tried to will themselves closer together.

"And the mechs?" Skywarp prompted.

"This one will be Flamefall," he said as he moved the two hatchlings closer together. The hatchling's wings were orange that faded into a red tip, and like the other two, his body, aside from his wings, was completely gray. Said mechling squealed with delight and cuddled closer to his trine leader, white optics dimming happily as he rubbed his helm against his leader's. Breakfree rolled her little purple optics at his enthusiasm, but allowed him to cuddle with her, even cuddled back. The hatchling in Skywarp's servos whined as he watched his trine mates interact. Skywarp took the hint and laid the hatchling on the other side of the femme, resulting in the seekerlet being cuddled from both sides.

"He shall be called Bluewing." This wasn't a surprise to Skywarp, seeing as the hatchling's wings were light blue with a single violet stripe on each one. The mech had an optic band, though, instead of two separate optics. Skywarp knew that this would probably be a problem when the mech went into battle. Normally, a mech could still see when one of his optics was shot out, but a mech with an optics band was immediately blinded by one shot.

Click. Click. Click. Click. Squeak…

Skywarp looked down to see that the two mechs were in a light stasis, and the femme wasn't very far behind. Starscream gently covered the three hatchlings with an oversized blanket to protect them from the cold air. His gaze remained on the three seekerlets as they entered recharge.

"We must keep Scalpel away from them. If he finds out about them, they're as good as dead," Starscream stated.

"He will want to study them, as well as Shockwave," a familiar dark blue mech stated as he walked to the table holding the three hatchlings. "Greetings, Starscream. Skywarp."

"Greetings, Thundercracker," Starscream replied softly.

"Hiya, TC!" Skywarp chirped. Breakfree gave distressed whistled and twitched in her sleep. Both mechs glared at Skywarp.

"Don't wake them up!" Starscream hissed. The three watched as the femme cuddled closer to Bluewing, which cause Flamefall to move over a little to get closer to her as well.

"Cute. Guess they're a trine?" Thundercracker murmured, looking at Starscream.

"Yes. Breakfree, the femme, is the leader," Starscream replied, "and this is Flamefall, and that's Bluewing."

"We're going to keep them, right?" Thundercracker asked in a semi-pleading voice, as paternal programming came online.

"Of course. They are seekers and will be raised by fellow seekers. We must keep this from Megatron. We will tell him that they died, just like the other ones," Starscream informed the others as he poured low-grade into three small bottles. "Pick a mech. As much as I hate having to bring them from their recharge, they must be fueled before they activate all their recharge protocols."

Skywarp wasted no time in lifting Bluewing into his hand. The hatchling gave a squawk of disapproval as his optic band lit up. Breakfree onlined one optics and squeaked once at Bluewing as he was wrapped in a blue blanket. The mechling gave Breakfree an anxious look, but quieted down. Skywarp grabbed a bottle, and the ginormous mech held the little rubber tubing to the hatchling's mouth plates.

Bluewing squirmed, not liking that the mech had not only separated him from the femme and mech that made him feel happy, but was now sticking a rubber thing in his face. The white-winged femling gave another commanding squeak, ceasing the mechling's struggles again. Bluewing pouted a little, but he obediently latched on to the rubber tip. Precious low-grade flowed into his system, and he gave an enthusiastic coo before sucking down the formula with a new vigor. This stuff was good! It had a tingly taste, and it made his tank feel good.

Seeing Bluewing's reaction and Breakfree's confidence kept Flamefall from struggling when Thundercracker lifted him up and started wrapping him in a blue blanket. Flamefall gave a small chirp of worry, which was answered by a reassuring trill from Breakfree. As Flamefall accepted his bottle, Starscream lifted up the trine's femme and wrapped her in a pink blanket. She stared at him as she immediately accepted her bottle without an ounce of hesitation. She slowly began to study her surroundings as her tiny digits slowly curled around Starscream's larger ones. Every now and again, Starscream would remove the bottle from her mouth to make sure she was swallowing. She posted no complaints. After all, he had kept her from falling.

Once they were fed, the three hatchlings were placed in their crib as close to each other as possible, and a large blanket was placed over them. A large recharge berth was set up beside their crib, and Thundercracker was given first shift with the seekerlets. He slid onto the berth and let his systems slow down as he moved into a recharge state as he heightened his motion and sound sensors for the hatchlings' sake. With any luck, the video conference with Megatron would go well.

Megatron was glaring at the two seekers with barely contained fury from the other side of the video link. On his right was Soundwave, the mech that had recently replaced Starscream as second in command, and flanking his other side was a mech designated Quickstrike. Since Soundwave had been promoted, Quickstrike had taken his place as third in command. Quickstrike was a transfer mech. He was rather short for a Cybertronian, with black armor that had red accents and a deep red visor. His posture was rather laid back, something that completely contradicted the tension in the room. In fact, if one didn't know any better, they could say that the mech was rather amused by the situation. However, anyone who had ever been in the presence of the mighty Decepticon leader when he was angry knew that no mech with half a processor would ever be amused at a situation that incited the leader's ire.

At the current moment, the three mechs were staring at a monitor in the communications hub that projected the image of Skywarp and Starscream. Megatron, who was currently in need of new soldiers before the Autobots got any, had decided to try a different way to get his warriors: raise them as Decepticons from sparklinghood. It would be rather ingenious were there a major glitch in that plan. You see, the Allspark was gone, destroyed by a measly human (which Megatron tried very fervently to never bring up, seeing as he had been offlined by that puny human as well) and all Decepticon femmes had been offlined by the mech's own order. So he had called on the inner scientist in his second in command, Starscream and ordered the mech to find a way to create sparklings without the assistance of the Allspark or femmes. Somehow, he had found a way, but unfortunately, only two out of three hundred and forty seven had survived. And now, Starscream was reporting another failure.

"What do you mean 'they offlined'? Three were hatched at one time, and they all offlined?" Megatron snarled. Starscream scowled.

"None of them have survived, Megatron. We need more energon if we plan on keeping any of them online. The sparklings require the nourishment even while they are still in the hatchling sacs," Starscream snapped.

"We barely have enough for ourselves," Megatron argued.

"And yet, you still want these sparklings to survive! They will all offline soon. There's only twenty-eight left!" Starscream stated.

"Then give them your energon, you piece of scrap," Megatron roared.

"Oh, that will work perfectly. Then, when they hatch, they'll die because they have no living caretakers!" Megatron seemed to deliberate for a few minutes at the statement.

"Very well. I will send Quickstrike with some energon, and he will assess the situation." Starscream smiled.

"Good. Starscream out."

The screen blinked out. Megatron stared off into space for a few minutes, plotting. Starscream was lying to him. The leader could always tell when he was lying to him, seeing as he had spent many, many vorns with the traitorous mech. Yes, he was lying, and whatever he was lying about was important. Megatron could feel it in his spark. He hated being lied to, and that was reason enough to send someone to check up on the crafty jet. He'd send Soundwave, but as second in command, he was far too busy. Quickstrike always seemed to have his work done, or he'd find a way to get someone else to do it, something that never ceased to confuse and amuse the leader. Quickstrike, though a sparkless Autobot killer, simply oozed charisma. Megatron was fairly certain that if the mech wasn't completely loyal to the cause, he could possible achieve what Starscream had spent a large part of his existence attempting to do. Finally, the leader focused on the TiC.

"Look in every corner, and check every single bit of data in that retired ship. Starscream is hiding something, and I want to know what. Bring any of your findings back here. Compute?"

"Yessir. I'll be back b'fo'e ya know it," Quickstrike claimed, snapping a smart salute. He turned and left the room with a bounce in his step. After all, this was his first off ship mission, and he was rather excited for it. A quick trip to the Nemesis, a retired Decepticon ship, and back would do wonders for his circuits. Not that the troops grated on his circuits very often, but there were those select few that he couldn't get to work with him in any form or fashion. Those were the ones he got to beat up. He always did have a weird joy for beating up the mechs stupid enough to slag him off. Maybe he'd even get to fight with ol' Screamer. Only time would tell, and it wasn't going to move very quickly on the two trips through space. Quickstrike groaned lightly as he sat down in the seat of the small three-bot sized space traveler. Oh how he hated being stationary for long amounts of time. Maybe this trip wouldn't be very good for his circuits.

Unfortunately, orders were orders, so without any more hesitation, he onlined the pod's central computer and started up the thrusters. The pod's engine have a hushed purr before it shot out into space.

Her optics onlined when she heard the sound. What was that sound? She looked around, trying to find out what made the sound without waking her trinemates. The sound returned. Where was it coming from? Breakfree clicked curiously, completely enthralled in this great and wonderful mystery. There is was again! Unfortunately, this time, it was accompanied with a painful sensation in her tank. Her optics widened and filled with coolant. Her tummy hurt, and she wanted the pain to go away. Without processing twice, she let out a wail. Her trinemates instantly onlined and realizing their own hunger pains, joined her with pain-filled cries of their own.

"Hush now, sparklets. All is well," Thundercracker crooned as he lifted Flamefall into his servos. Starscream and Skywarp appearing in a flash of purple, and the trine leader immediately lifted up the femling, clicking softly to her as he finished preparing her bottle. Skywarp was acting similarly with Bluewing. When she saw the bottle moving towards her, Breakfree reached for it, making "uh" noises.

"Here you go, sweetspark," Starscream cooed with a chuckle as she started drinking. Her engine purred in contentment as the mech made all the pain and discomfort go away. Starscream smiled at her as he held her against his chassis once she finished her bottle. He gently rubbed her wing stub, and her purrs grew as her optics dimmed. Starscream placed her back into the crib, and a breem later, her trinemates were laid on either side of her, and blanket was laid atop them. They cuddled close together under the blanket and slipped into recharge.

"There has been a change in the energon balance of the hatchling sacs. I need both of you for a few breems to help me distribute energon to the sacs," Starscream stated.

"Are you sure they're okay to be alone?" Skywarp asked as he gazed at the three hatchlings. The other two mechs gazed at them as well.

"Yes. We are just next door, and the Nemesis' security will alert us of any intruders. Come," Starscream reassured them. As the three left, they had no idea that the security system had already been shut down while they were conversing with their leader. They had no clue that there was already an intruder, invisible to the world around him. And they did not know that he already had a plan to remove the hatchlings from their care. The intruder smiled as he approached the crib. His plan was already in motion. There was no stopping it now.

Here's the first chapter. What do y'all think? Good? Bad? Lemme know! I wonder how many of you will figure out who the infiltrator is...

Just a random question... is there anyone who has to accept the guidelines every single time they publish a new story? Jus' wonderin'...