Survivor

“What were you thinking?”

Sunstorm and Apollo looked between their uncles, and Thundercracker promptly stepped in their line of vision, blocking their view of Skywarp. “I will get to him later. Tell me what about your plans for the human.”

Apollo shook his head; “I have nothing to do with this—”

“Bullshit!” Sunstorm dealt a hard shove to his brother’s shoulder. “You’re the one who mentioned Starscream.”

Thundercracker froze upon hearing the name.
And while the two younglings argued, he turned to Skywarp with a concerned look. “What about Starscream?” The darker jet shifted his weight onto his other foot rather nervously, averting his gaze to the floor. “I… might have mentioned something about turning the human into a Cybertronian, just so he can fit in… for Slipstream, of course. But Sunstorm spoke up saying something about an incomplete trine… And, well, Apollo knew Starscream could make it happen.”

“How the hell does he know?”

Skywarp shrugged lightly in response.
The elder brother turned back to the quarrelling siblings, trying to keep his anger at bay. “Both of you!” he barked, causing them to separate. “Leave. Now.” And they complied, taking note of their caretaker’s harsh tone.

“This isn’t good...”

o---o

“So… Do you have any questions for me?”
Since they were stuck in the prison, might as well pass the time satisfying their curiosity.

He tilted his head for a moment. What could be a possible...appropriate question to ask. Miller scratched the back of his head. "Uhh...what's it like shifting between being a jet and being...well in this shape...form?" He asked. "I mean...does it hurt? Do you learn it or is it an instinct thing?"

Slipstream thought for a moment and began to repeat what Thundercracker had explained to her; “It’s instinct… And it doesn’t hurt. We’re born as, well, humanoids… We can still change, but it’d be something you’d see on Cybertron. We gotta scan a suitable earth vehicle if we want to fit in here.”

He nodded slowly. Well that made...some sense. "And your being born...how...well how does that happen?"

“How… does my being born happen?” She had this blank look upon her face, but her smile soon appeared; “You were there, silly! You know how I was born.”

Miller hung his head for moment. "Not....that part. I know how you are born but...how...." He paused trying to find a proper way to word his question. How did one ask how a transformer was 'conceived'? Were they even conceived? He resisted the urge to rub at the bridge of his nose. Maybe he needed to grab himself a book as well. "How do you get to that point? How were you created?"

Upon realizing what he meant, she covered her face with her hands and laughed. “I don’t know… Maybe you should ask Thundercracker. You may have better luck than I did. Oh! Skywarp would love to tell you. He likes females. A lot.”

He felt his own face heat up. Wasn't this the same topic he tried to avoid? He scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Eh, I don't think Thundercracker would appreciate me asking and Skywarp...eh....nevermind. Uh...was there anything else you wanted to ask me?"

“Hmm…”
The femme stood up and began to pace, her wings twitching every so often. “Well… Maybe.” She paused and knelt before him; “You see, I was wondering, um… If—“

“How cute…”

Slipstream straightened and turned to face whoever it was looming in the shadows. That voice… I recognize that voice…

The Decepticon finally made his way from the door and toward the frightened femme. Miller’s attention jerked at the extra voice. He looked up at the new mech that emerged and swallowed. He didn't recognize this one. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” he said, cupping her cheek lightly. He was almost as tall as Thundercracker; gray, in color, with a little bronze here and there. “And what have we here?” The large mech peered down at the cages. Slipstream forced a smile and lowered herself in front of him, leaning back slightly to perhaps block his view of the human. “His name is Miller Jacobs… He’s my friend.”

“So, you’re the one everyone’s been talking about, hm?”

Miller’s gaze shifted to Slipstream. At the same time, he took a step back as the femme moved to hide him. As much as he would have liked to hold his own he knew all too well that he was at a big disadvantage. He listened silently as he was introduced. Miller’s eyebrows rose slightly hearing the taller mech speak again. "I am?" He questioned.

Growling, the Decepticon leaned forward, firmly pushing Slipstream aside. And she looked between them anxiously; “Miller… This is Starscream.”

Miller managed to keep his cool when Slipstream was pushed out of the way. This was just another mech, just another...whoa this was Starscream!? He paled slightly. "Uh...h-hi?" He said weakly.

The air commander tapped his chin thoughtfully, looking the human over. “I expected him to be… well, properly attired.” As he said this, Starscream took a single claw and tugged away the makeshift loin cloth from around Miller’s waist. Slipstream jumped and covered her eyes; “Starscream! Why’d you go and do that?”

Once again, he was left with nothing but the skin on his back. Miller clasped his hands in front of him and pursed his lips from making a retort. If it had been Skywarp or Sunstorm, he would have voiced his displeasure.

“I will never get tired of humiliating my victims.” Well there was Sunstorm shining through. There was no doubt that this mech was their father.
Starscream glanced over to his daughter and sneered; “Don’t be such a flesh creature.” He returned his attention to the human. “Miller Jacobs, I am under the impression that I am supposed to turn you into one of us. Is that correct?” Slipstream’s optics widened. She didn’t know whether to be happy about it, or completely and utterly miffed.

Miller glowered as he continued to stand there nude. Why did he have to be naked anyways?! His attention went back to Starscream as he addressed him. "Yes...I think that's what Skywarp mentioned." He answered.

Starscream shuddered with disgust at the thought of handling the human. “Slipstream, what do you think of this?” The femme bit her lower lip and tapped her fingertips together. It was solely up to Miller, though she wouldn’t mind having a flying buddy who wasn’t prone to vomiting inside of her. And so both transformers looked to the naked man…

He had come to terms with the aspect of being turned as much as he could. If he didn't do it, he'd be killed and he had come to enjoy life quite a bit over the past ten years. Looking between Starscream and Slipstream, he bit the inside of his cheek. Did Slipstream want this to happen?

Growling, the larger of the two Decepticons slammed his fist upon the cage next to Miller. “Tell me… Do you want to be one of us?”

He stumbled back, heart rattling almost as bad as the metal the Decepticon had just slammed his fist into. "Fuck...." He cursed before taking a calming breath. "Yes." He clipped out.