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Tremors shook the ground around Siren, making her spark pulse rapidly in its casing. Talons, all too familiar gripped her frame mercilessly, denting the sleek armor. She tried to fight back, but the once warm face plating stared down at her impassively and even with a small amount of glee.
Sirena.
She shook, the malice in his optics boring into her spark. And that is just what his servos did. Gripping. Tearing. Baring her rapidly pulsing spark before plunging right in. Pulling the connected spark-!
Siren awoke with a shriek worthy to her name, bending over and immediately purging her upset tanks in a wastebin. The pain throbbed through her frame, making her wince and finally break.
The Decepticon buried her face plating in her servos, quivering violently. Something was wrong. Very wrong.
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//Just learned my old teacher passed away from cancer...
Taking another good person from me.
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She is just sitting there drowsily, chirping softly and cuddling with Vallie...
Cuddle plz?
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A soft padding noise was the sign of Vallie as she curled up on her ill carrier. She was covered in quite a bit of dust, and she sneezed loudly. A shaky servo stroked her feather-like helm fins before falling to grasp Night's. Siren slowly relaxed, helm tilting to the side as she relaxed.
Slowly her systems shut down into a medically-induced recharge, frame all ready beginning to cool down. Then it was left with a dusty youngling and Night.
Valkyrie, too stressed to talk chirped worriedly up at Night.
The medic gently inserted the anti-virus chip after tweaking the code to help the femme recharge as well. Standing, the medic smiled softly at them.
"I’ll be back in a couple hours to make sure the anti-virus is working and to change out the energon drip. It would be best if you stayed with her while she’s recharging." Night nodded, holding her mate closer to her as she tenderly continued stroking her helm, leaning in to gently kiss her mate on the forehelm as the medic discreetly left, quietly shutting the door behind her.
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The charcoal femme shuffled quietly, wincing at the needle plugging into her systems. Energon rushed into her and she felt a little more awake, but her optics flickered dangerously as she found herself slipping back into stasis.
She watched the medic for a few moments, door wings drooping as she gave in. The stroking was calming her and the weapons specialist conceded into the femme's words.
"...Please."
Night tried to stay calm as she nuzzled her mate soothingly as the medic looked over the results of the scan.
"She’s severely lacking energon and rest…" She quickly set up an emergency energon drip for Siren, gently attaching it to her arm to help replenish the energon in her system. Pulling out a code-chip with the anti-virus Siren needed, she shifted up to her helm.
"This will help get rid of the virus, but what you really need is to recharge. I can give you something to help you get to sleep if you would like?" She smiled gently, knowing Siren didn’t trust her, but compelled to help the femme regardless. Night gently stroked her mate’s helm, frowning in concern for her mate.
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She huffed up at her, in too much pain to say much more. Her frame was burning so much right now, it happened whenever she stayed conscious too long under this illness. The cool servo did help to calm her, but it was short-lived.
Siren wheezed, not able to bite back a fearful whine when the medic rushed in. It was an Autobot....not to be trusted. They could hurt Night, Vallie...
The medic would find a severe lack of fuel within her systems as well as recharge. She had been getting neither for months, and she had succumbed to a virus that made her acutely aware of it and burn at a high temperature than normal. Something similar to a human pneumonia in later stages..
She frowned in confusion before her optics widened and her wings dropped behind her back, realizing her mate had heard what Necron had said to her. Hugging her close, she used all her strength to pull Siren into her lap, cradling her against her smaller frame.
"You’re not the third wheel either Siren." She tenderly nuzzled her, seeding coolant to her hand to make it colder as she pressed it to Siren’s helm, trying to help her cool down.
Looking up as the medic walked in, she waved the small medic over. Rushing over, the medic quickly injected Siren with more coolant before beginning the scan to figure out what type of virus was affecting her, remaining quite as Night murmured soothingly to her mate.
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She glared at him, energon burning to the core from his words. He was not directly insulting her, but her mates and sparkling as well. She was glad little Valkyrie was not here...she had not only inherited mag-pulsing but the uncanny ability to shriek at high decibels...maybe she had named her the wrong designation.
"I did not have a choice. It was either die or birth her. Like you would know anything about a family. That's why you try and take other's away, isn't it? Oh I am quite crazy. I slaughtered mechs like you by removing their sparks while they lived and made the into weapons. Outlawed now, but there are still a few who can do it~!"
Her optics brightened and spun, tank lurching at the thought of it. She shook her helm to push back the memories long buried and met his look with a steel glare.
"Tell me how I am taking advantage?...I see her every day, talk with her. Even as a Decepticon I live on base. I am sorry but it does just not compute that you 'care' for her, as you say."
"You know what?! I never had a fraggin mate! Oh yeah good for you that you were part of a trine!" His tone was sarcastic in the last sentence but his tone was still filled with anger because he just hated this femme. "I didn't take anything away from you! You dwell so much in the past about losing someone important that you blame everyone for what someone else has done in the fraggin past! This is why Night shouldn't be your mate, you're crazy, you're a lunatic and you picked the wrong time to give birth to your sparkling!"
Necron then stopped for a moment to take a break for a little bit. He then returned to yelling at the femme who stood at full height. "The only reason I hate trines is because someone is always the victim of being the third wheel! Believe it or not, I actually care about Nightblade, when she told me that she had two mates, I couldn't believe it because I can just imagine how much pain she's going through just to deal with her two so called "mates" that are taking advantage of her! You and her other mate make me sick! I don't even wanna see you or her other mate! I'm leaving because you're nothing but a waste of time!"
The dark seeker scowled at the femme, his wings twitching with fury before he turned to leave the femme.
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cybertronianfemme said: .3. *grabby hands*
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The pain in her chest made her knees wobble and she fell back with a strangled curse, glad Vallie was not there. She had gone on another vent trip, and she tried to block the pain as best she could from the bond.
"N-Never doubt your place with us, and with Fireshot! N-Not a third-wheel, j-just don't think that please. Let him blame me, not you or 'Shot."
Siren shuttered her optics, a wave of heat flashing through her frame. Coolant dripped down her helm and neck as she tried to cool down to no avail.
She gasped as her mate started to try to get up, trying to get her to lay back down.
"Siren! Please lay down, you’re sick and need to rest!" Her wings flared as her mate fell back on the berth, quickly wrapping her arms around her mate, trying to get her to lay back.
"What’s wrong Siren, what can I do? The medic’s on her way, please just wait with me." She stroked Siren’s helm soothingly, trying to get her to relax.
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Get your aft over her you son-of-a-glitch, pit-spawned rapist!
Just wait until I get my talons on you.
The dark seeker raised an optic ridge. “Are you talking to me?”
Her door wings twitched in anger, the ill weapons specialist…
Her own flickering ones flared, another snarl leaving the Decepticon. She was ill, but right now it didn’t matter. Ignoring the screech of protest from her weak joints she spat oral lubricant directly in his face plating.
"You keep your servos off any femme! We are not some play-toy, especially her! I swear if I were not ill and recovering from surgery, I’d kill you on spot. But I’ll let Sil take care of that.."
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Her vents hitched in both a sputtering cough and a stubborn snort, showing there was still some of the snarky femme left. Nope. She did not want to see a medic. Took too much time, and she did not trust the Autobots near her spark.
"It’ll go away n it’s own…"
Not really. Very…
The rubbing helped a little, but her frame was still burning from the energy it took to stay online. Recharge sounded so good right now..
"M ‘fine! Just a little under the weather……Yeah ‘m sick. Fine. But if they cut me open ‘m sicking Vall on you."
Oh yes. The sleeping sparkling on the ceiling was very ferocious.
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Get your aft over her you son-of-a-glitch, pit-spawned rapist!
Just wait until I get my talons on you.
The dark seeker raised an optic ridge. “Are you talking to me?”
Her door wings twitched in anger, the ill weapons specialist letting out a warning growl.
"Damn straight. What was this about you being a better mate to Night? Cuz I sure don’t see anythin along those lines.."
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Her vents hitched as she nuzzled her servo, purring softly. Siren’s cheek would feel hot to the touch, a sign of the virus within her systems. She was too stubborn to seek medical help…
"K-Keep letting m-me see your p-pretty face…"
She smiled gently and stroked Siren’s cheek, blushing softly at being called pretty. “Have you seen a medic yet about this virus?” She frowned in concern, not wanting her mate to get any sicker.
Her vents hitched in both a sputtering cough and a stubborn snort, showing there was still some of the snarky femme left. Nope. She did not want to see a medic. Took too much time, and she did not trust the Autobots near her spark.
"It’ll go away n it’s own…"
Not really. Very bad virus.
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A set of sickly rust-colored optics set themselves on the seeker, and Siren smiled the best she could. Sleeping on her chest plating was Vallie, passed out from a days vent exploration.
The once-sleek frame of the mixed Praxian was dull, matching her optics. Her voice was…
Her vents hitched as she nuzzled her servo, purring softly. Siren’s cheek would feel hot to the touch, a sign of the virus within her systems. She was too stubborn to seek medical help…
"K-Keep letting m-me see your p-pretty face…"
#Tanky#Been all right#school really stressful n made me ill today#can hardly stand#gonna take small shower#you?
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