The corridors of the warship were quiet, but something was off. Starscream watched from the shadows as Megatron and Shockwave stood in the control chamber. There was a tension between them—something new, something unspoken.
Megatron, usually imposing and harsh, seemed softer, restrained, his optics flickering with a rare uncertainty. Shockwave, ever logical, was still, but his posture was stiff, as if holding back.
Starscream’s optics narrowed. There was something different in the air. When Megatron caught him lurking, his gaze alone was enough to silence any questions, but the Seeker couldn’t help but feel unsettled by the quiet interaction between the two.
As Shockwave passed, Starscream noticed the strange rigidity in his midsection—a subtle sign that something more was happening. Something was different.
And Starscream intended to find out what.
The console room normally quiet had turned slightly ajar. Soft panting and huffing filled the air, off to the console, Shockwave pinned, slightly in a laying position on it with Megatron against him.
Megatron's Huffing had turned into quieter pants, as he held the scientist firmly against the surface of the console. Spike already wedged deep in the other's valve. His fans whirred to the highest setting as his frame slowly cooled down,
CPU: Heating . . . Cooling.
Gestation tank: Full; sparkling embryo.
::DIAGNOSIS: SPARKED.::
Shockwave had come to terms in agreeing to be involved with his leader's 'sustained legacy' as to he, was curious and interested too, though it was all professional, nothing else was involved. His valve gushed slightly as he trembled. His free servo had settled onto the slight curve of his midsection where the evidence of his carrying lay. He's a few weeks along now, and Megatron had come to mind.