It's Simply Robotics

Chapter One :Sparked with Purpose

"It's a femme." The word came out with a tone of happiness. The seasoned medic held the energon covered femme with tender servos, carful of any and all tender spots on the new spark. It was quite strange, and very frightening, when the sparkling didn't make a noise, just stared up at him with intelligent optics. Optics that shone a beautiful and haunting shade of gold, ones that spoke of vorns of experience.

This wasn't what he had trained for, or ever expected, they had specialists for this. He was just a medic, an old one at that. He wasn't entirely sure; one such as the little femme in his arms had been sparked before, but not enough times for this to be properly studied. Reincarnations were rare, but not unheard of on Cybertron, one was sparked maybe once every few million vorns. Now one was here staring up at him with curiosity and a bit of surprise in her tiny optics. Small silver servos grabbed at his frame, feeling textures and tracing patterns on not-so-shiny paint.

The femme turned and looked to her creators, two mechs by the designations of Seajump and Thundergouge.

Seajump was the femmling's carrier: he was the one to carry her while she was still developing in his chassis. He was a large mech, with soft shades of green and blue, his finlike audio receptors matching those of his creation and tilting back at an angle. His green optics looked at the femme in adoration and awe.

Thundergouge was the femmling's sire, her creator. He was larger than Seajump by quite a bit, with black and grey as his main coloring. He had the special ability to create sonic booms that propelled his opponents away from him, hence where part of his designation came from. Thundergouge obtained the second part of his name from the three smooth gouges on either side of his face plates. He looked at the femme with a sense of disappointment, clearly wanting a mech to carry on his line. But instead he got a femme.

A femme it was, clearly; though an abnormally large one. If she could stand, she would already reach the medic's thy plates, which was a good ten feet up. A pair of thick, double wings set on the femmes back struts, ironically too large for her too large frame. But it was rather adorable in the medic's opinion, and with her double wings, she gave the appearance of a clumsy butterfly.

Fin-like antenna twitched at every sound, a pair of small curved spikes sat nestled just above where antenna met helm, looking somewhat like a crown. Her chevron sat at her front of her helm, right in between her optics and up until it reached a point extended over her helm. Her neck struts and the plates over her abdominal plating looked similar with stripes of malleable plating for maneuverability, wires and cables were seen in between the small gaps of that plating. Her chassis had a set of windshields, horizontal and parallel to each other and would, no doubt, angle outward as she grew into her frame set. Her peds were different than others, her ankle joints sitting upon a tripod set of stabilizers that would twitch and curl around the medic's arm plates for stability. She had a standard set of servos, five digits on each. On each of her shoulders was a set of three black plates that flared outward and, judging by sight, were sharp to the touch. The femmling's color scheme was normal, silver as the base color with black and dark blue accents.

The medic could already tell she was going to be quite the catch when older.

The medic gently cleaned the femmling off as her optics roamed the room, taking in every little bit of everything there was to see. An unexpected ticklish spot made the sparkling giggle and her antenna to fan outwards at the sudden stimulation of sensors. Wrapping her snuggly in a metal mesh, the young medic handed the femmling over to her carrier.

"It's a femme." He stated once again during the passing. Seajump beamed, happy and awed in the smaller life form he cradled in his servos. He cooed down to his creation, twiddling two of his digits in front of her optical relays, making the femmling giggle once more and grab the larger digits and stick them in her mouth. Seajump sighed in happiness, gently pulling his now moist digits from her mouth and laying his servo gently over her chassis.

"She's beautiful." A thick Vosian accent rang out. Seajump looked up to his mate, "Darling, look at our creation, isn't she perfect." And in Seajump's optics, she was.

To Thundergouge: not so much. In his optics he saw a femmling, no doubt of that; femmes were far scarcer than their counterparts on Cybertron, and- to Thundergouge- quite useless. Not to say he didn't love his creation, no... he guessed that he did, but it was a different type of love. It was his creation, and he would love it for being so, but his love could only extend so far. He would love his creation purely for the fact that it was his creation. But, it wasn't a mech. It wasn't able to continue his line. IT... was quite a disappointment.

However, he didn't wish for his love to know of his downtrodden thoughts, so he smiled down and confirmed his love's thoughts. But, when all was said and done, that femmling just stared at him, eerily, like it knew something, understood something. He didn't know just how much she did.

Oh yes, she could see the disappointment, as clear as daylight. To her, these metal men were surprisingly easy to read, easier than many of the species that she had ever encountered. His optics would crunch up slightly at the ends, his lips would press flat and purse at the sides. He would fidget and restlessly move side to side in a slight sway.

She didn't understand why he didn't like her; she hadn't done anything to upset him, had she? Had she done something unintentionally to make him look at her like his world came crashing down?

Seajump looked up at Thundergouge, sensing his disappointment through their bond. He sighed and patted his armor, choosing not to say anything to him. Looking back at the sparkling, Seajump's spark filled past the brim with overpowering love for his special little creation. The love overflowed, filling his bond with the little femmling. She chirruped, her little antenna wiggling as she clung to her Carrier.

Her silver armor glistened in the dim lighting of the med-bay, curious optics rotating around the room, but suspiciously avoiding Thundergouge's gaze. Her little peds kicked out in the metal mesh she was wrapped in.

"What is her designation?" the medic asked, holding the femme's official data pad of creation, waiting to fill in the blanks. Thundergouge motioned for his bonded to do the honors; he was never good with designations anyways. Seajump hummed whiles looking down at the femmling. They were going to name the mech that Thundergouge wanted "HydroStrider". Seajump played with the name for a few moments, trying to decide what name would fit his little femmling best. An idea popped into his processor. He toyed with the thought, applying it to her and seeing if the name would fit in the vorns to come. Seajump smiled, his lip plating curling up into a soft smile as he looked upon his creation.

"MoonStrider, you shall be called MoonStrider." The little femmling squawked, clearly liking the designation that had been given to her. Seajump once again twiddled his digits down at her, making her giggle and reach to grab them. The medic across the room hummed as he wrote down the designation in sharp cybertronian glyphs. After that, he set the data pad on a nearby counter and came up to the happy carrier and his offspring. Scanning and checking vitals, he deemed them clear to go, only if Seajump promised to take it easy.

And with that, the two new creators went off into the cycle, toting their new femmling with them.