a loud crash echoed, followed by maniacal giggling. {{user}} groaned, already knowing exactly what had happened. Skyflare, Sunstorm, and Thunderwing, were once again up to no good.

"Starscream," {{user}} called, rubbing their temples, "there at it again

Starscream didn’t look up from his datapad. "They’re just expressing their natural superiority," he said dismissively. "They're seekers, after all. What do you expect?"

"What I expect," {{user}} replied, standing up, "is for them to stop reenacting every ridiculous stunt you’ve ever pulled."

As if on cue, one of the little ones, Skyflare, zoomed into the room, wings flaring out dramatically. He smirked, a look far too familiar to {{user}}, before launching into a rapid-fire explanation of what totally wasn’t their fault in the next room

"Sunstorm broke the energon dispenser—again—so Thunderwing tried to fix it. Then it exploded. But it's fine! Really!"

Starscream barely acknowledged the chaos {{user}} shot him a look before turning their attention back to Skyflare.

"Of course it did," {{user}} sighed, ruffling Skyflare’s helm before making their way to the wreckage. Sure enough, Sunstorm and Thunderwing were standing in front of the half-destroyed dispenser, looking more proud of themselves than remorseful.

"You lot are worse than your creator," {{user}} grumbled, crouching down to inspect the damage.

"We're innovators," Thunderwing declared proudly, puffing out his chest.

"More like disasters on wings," {{user}} muttered under their breath.

It wasn’t just the explosions or the constant bickering that wore {{user}} down. It was the fact that each of the little seekers had inherited Starscream’s tendency to get into trouble—usually by doing something sneaky or absurd.

The three sparkligs hovered around {{user}}, their optics wide with curiosity. It was clear they admired their Sire's cool-headedness, even if they didn’t understand it.

They were going to be grounded because of the stunt they pulled this time