A little Protoform looking human-like has her head aimed at a tall Cybertronian.This Cybertronian is her father, Shockwave, who has one cat-like blue optic, his red Decepticon symbol is seen in vivid detail. The Protoform’s eyes are glowing a certain hue to light blue; her hands are human than robot, and her long purple hair reached over her small shoulders.

            “D-da-da.” The little Protoform trembles in her speech.

            The giant Decepticon claps his servos.

            “Right!” He cheers, feeling giggly inside by the success of teaching a little over three year old Protoform to speak without any help from Autobots. Just to think…She was only a mistake in the procedure. Shockwave thought to himself, recalling what lead up to this…interesting sparkling he decided to take in as his own.

…….Flashback……

            “So-Longarm, when’s-the-test-dummy-organics-going-to-be-ready?”  A speeding and incredibilyy fast voice spoke, leaving a red and dark gray blur around the taller Cybertronian. This is Blurr, who is missing his right optic.

            Longarm has the mostexperience messing with Organic DNA structure and creation.

            “It’ll be ready in a stellar cycle.” Longarm reaches his arm away from himself right when Blurr speeded by his left side.  The speeding mech fell back having stars around his helmet and made some groaning from his aching helmet that didn’t expect this to happen.

            “Better.” Longarm comments,transforming into his true form. He could tell Blurr is really knocked out. His claw like digit went into the cna collector contraction that chipped off part of the digit landing into the object. The mech takes out his claw that dripped blue energon.  “I shouldn’t be so oblivious to my surroundings.”

            Beepeeepp

His single light blue optic shifted to the protoform-like-human-baby floating in the tank. He didn’t blink. But you could definitely tell he seems surprise, nanoklicks ago it was simply an in-progress organic, now it had gained the complete form of a protoform in delivery position.

            CNA has been registered to unknown Decepticon.

            “Abort, abort project, abort!” He looks down to the main control buttons.

             Voice frequency being suited for sonic-blaring-attack…Change successful.

            “Oh slag.” He cursed, realizing this innocent Protoform now had been given extra features that would or may affect the rest of its life for better and worse. “Turn off. Turn off. Procedure is a failure!” His attempts come out hopeful once the monitor’s bright messages were deciminated.

            Shockwave  keep’s the water in floating position even as the lid were gone.

            “What…a protoform.”  He yanks the Protoform out of the container then into his arm.

            The Protoform begins crying.

            “Uhh….” He quickly puts his claw into the protoform’s mouth.

            The Protoform  sucks on his claw like a pacifier.

            “…It’s mine…It’s really mine.”  He saw the Protoform has one optic, just like him and the other eye hasn’t been completed yet. He put in some commands into the tube making it become unusable and repairable. Somehow in a way, it could become deemed not follow-able in the leagues of scientific formula to defeating The Decepticons.

            Shockwave forgot all about Blurr.

            ….End Flashback…

Shockwave threw his little child into the air.

            “That’s my little Shocksinger!” He gently cuddles with his little daughter, feeling her long dark purple hair slid through his digits like a human-made comb attempting to get rid of stubborn curls. Her Face is completely black just showing her full developed light blue optic and her other optic is visibly growing as a little zipper-sign in where it is supposed to be. He tickled her.

            Shocksinger’s giggle turned into something pretty loud and high-shattering voiced pitched.

            “Sir, what’s the loud noise?” A voice from outside is heard.

 “Shocksinger, stop giggling!” Her father whispers, while his optic winced, obviously trying to cover up the fact he has a sparkling inside this room who he brought with him to work often.  

            “Okay Da-da.”The little Protoform is hidden under his desk once she quieted down. 

Her Father’s armor became pretty different by becoming purple, dark gray, and a beige-like color. His wheels had sharp-small thorns sticking out, his forehead had the same light blue circle, but, his pair of red optics is a menacing surprise to Shocksinger. She kept herself from shaking in fear.

The door behind the now-short-Cybertronian opens.

“Did I hear a scream from in here?” A dark gray scout-like Autobot asks, his red optics is small and not really slanted. “Longarm. Was that a recording?”

            Shocksinger saw her father’s ‘other’ side come out.

            “You did hear what you heard, Cliffjumper.” Her father told the Autobot. “I’m testing out this new audio-frequency breaker.” He held a little device similar to a boombox. “Small and lethal.”

            Cliffjumper seems generally surprised, taking a look at the object itself. “Tasso.” It didn’t just mean Taco as driven from Bulgarian language, it also had another meaning, no it did not mean Donkey as anyone could have thought…It meant in the Autobot force: Very, very well-liked. As Taco is well-liked on planet Earth and is the favorite food to many consumers.

            The Scene is cut into two similar to a wide-screen monitor from gigantic spaceship in Transformers Animated, except it’s more of  a different and well, unlikely figure nobody would have considered to pop in the middle of some story telling. This helmet belongs to no other than the loyal-scientist-Medic Starscream; His helmet is completely red with the middle having a ‘yellow’ V-mark between the valleys like structures, his faceplate is a dark gray, his neck is red and his metal collar is a light blue. For some reason his optics are in microscope mode inspecting  his darker shaded seeker heels and the front side of the feet have a blue crystal marking at the area that has dark gray. His leg armor is white with a middle blue metal object sticking out.

 His light blue optics looks at the view.

 “Ah,” He begins. “The file’s been opened…finally…Now time to see why Shockwave kept Yistinia Shocksinger…” He then notices the audience. “Oh. I’m just Starscream.” We see a Decepticon figure blissfully pass through him. The Seeker folded his arms on top of another. “How I wind up this way will take a while, so go on, and watch some segments to who I know now as a traitor…” He grunts. “Shocksinger.”

            The screen flips back to the trio, only it’s with Shocksinger being seven years old playing with another sparkling right about her age. It’s an Autobot sparkling who hadn’t fully learned about the dislike towards organics and their cruelty towards them. They are playing patty cake.

            “Patty cake patty cake.”

            “What comes up.”

“Must come down!”

They cheer, falling over on their backs while giggling.

            “Hey SS,” The sparkling who seems to have a broad build asks, his hands on top his chest-plating. “What are you?”

            Shocksinger’s other eye had developed quite fully now.

            “..Um…I don’t know.” Shocksinger said, sounding unsure. “Honestly. All I know is my power is high pitched and screeching that it could break your audios, hey, it’s handy I can get what I want from Dad.”

            The other Sparkling laughs.

            “Lucky!” The sparkling looks at her.  “What do you want  be when you grow up?”

            Shocksinger shrugs.

            “Don’t know.”

            The other Sparkling makes shadows using his servos.

            “I want to be a warrior when I’m out of this stage,” The Sparkling’s optics dazzled. “A mighty one!”  Shocksinger giggles as the other sparkling waved his arms in the air.  “The best Autobot warrior to kick Decepticon tailpipe and destroy or enslave organics to do what Ultra Magnus sees fit!”

            It started Shocksinger to hear her friend say that, she hadn’t heard of Autobot and Decepticon. Then she can hear her father coming back to the room, she quickly gets up helping her friend as well. “Play time’s over. Daddy is coming.” The other sparkling understood about routine time they have arranged when her father is not around and didn’t want any other Sparklings to know what he had created. So far, one sparkling outside the room knew about her.

            The male sparkling crawls out through a big vent. Shocksinger put’s the vent lid back on without little trouble. Over time she has been developing her skills for screwing things in and tinkering with her father’s latest things he brought in to marvel at. Then there were times where she was out of the room; her father’s house.

            Cqucee-kuwich-qquich

“Shocksinger, what are you doing by the vent?”

Shocksinger looks away from the vent towards her father.

“Just…thinking.” She lied. Her optics gazed up to her father. “Daddy, tell me, what am I?”

The question surprised Shockwave.

“You are a young protofor—“

“Daddy, tell me. You’ve said it plenty of times.”

Shockwave sat down in his chair, putting the other data pads on the table. “Shocksinger, you are a Techno-Organic. I don’t know what organic part you are…for that matter. You have legs, feet, arms, servos, and digits. At the least you also have; spark, optics, and one feature that most would not have. Your spark is shaped differently; you are not made of wires and metal. You are made up in flesh and bones, including some cybertronian  parts” 

His Daughter is apparently in her  child-battle-mode.

“So….If they knew I existed…what would Ultra Magnus do?” She innocently asks her father.

            Shockwave’s single lightbulb glowed.

            “As I told you, all bots are equal.”  He said, “And I don’t want to think about that…besides. You’ve been in stasis longer than most sparklings could have been—“He saw her surprised glance. “I’ve had you out of stasis for about 365 solar cycles in different stellar cycles. You are really seven and a half vorns old. You, my daughter, possess great power that comes with great responsibility.”

            She felt so, proud of herself.

            “And what’s that power, Daddy?”

            “Your singing.”        

            Our view towards them sizzle.

            “You should really remember his reply, because, this girl isn’t going to be quite…complying when it comes to capture.” Starscream’s voice is heard off-screen. “Now, time for the computer to get some deserved recharge.”

            The Screen becomes black.