#windrazor

At Skyquake's mixed family home, they are having dinner, but he has trouble with his chopsticks...

Skyquake: Bahhhhhh... Fifty years (fifteen in human years) and I STILL can't get the hang of these blasted things. Windrazor: *is his Autobot wife and giggles* There, there, darling. If there is one thing that has remained constant, it's that I never expected you to be like me *hands him the fork* Skyquake: *smiles at her lovingly as he takes it* And I you, love. Acidstorm: Hey, hey, hey! Novastorm: We're eating ere! Windrazor: We are eating with manners. Eat your ray-man nuddles like you're ladies not vaccuums, you two. Nova and Acid: Yes, mom. Windblade: *a sound is heard and Windblade walks in* Windblade, you're home early. I thought you were out with your mechfriend. Windblade: I was, mom, but I had to cut it short. You see... My boyfriend isn't my boyfriend anymore. Skyquake: *his eyes widen, then he bolts up* Why that pile of junk! I'll dismantle him with my bare hands! Windblade: No, no, dad! He didn't dump me! Acidstorm: What is THAT on your hand? Windblade: *blushes with her face lighting up brightly* I came home early to announce that we're engaged now. He proposed and I said YES!! *she shows off her flame diamond ring which emits light like a torch as her half-sisters squeal and her mother gasps and tears up with joy* Windrazor: Oh, Primus! Now we MUST meet him! Acidstorm: And you can finally tell us; is he an Autobot or a Decepticon. Windblade: He's an Autobot and- Skyquake: Ah, ah, ah! If he's an Autobot, then I want to respect his traditions. Novastorm: Dad, that's old fashioned. Skyquake: I want to start this process right and respectfully. In Autobot culture, the in-laws-to-be don't find out anything about the groom-to-be until the families meet in person. Windblade: And his family is SUPER traditional. Acidstorm: Does he know about our family? Windblade: Well... yes. He knows that you guys are my half-sisters and that dad is a Decepticons. I mean, it's no considering his position and how we work together. Skyquake: (Ah, it's Perceptor. Good choice. A nice, polite and smart mech.) Well, he doesn't know us personally and if his family is traditional, let us respect it. Alright? No prying, young ladies. We'll get to know him the way Autobots do. Now... this calls for wyne! Windblade: Dad, are you SURE you don't want to know who he is first by name at least? I don't want you to get... shocked. Skyquake: Hey, I already figured out who it is. Windblade: You have? Then you're also aware of his... father? Skyquake: And it's fine by me because I know he's a good mech. And as for his father, I won't begrudge a mech over who his father is. Besides, the war is over. Whatever conflict we had is data under the bridge. Acidstorm: Then who is? Skyquake: Acidstorm. Acidstrom: Aw, no fair, dad.

Optimus is at home with Elita reading while enjoying bon-bons when Hotrod pulls into the driveway screeching and "yahooing"...

Elita-One: Oh my! Optimus: *he looks at her and smiles wide* Hotrod: *bursts through the door* Mom, dad, SHE SAID YES!! SHE SAID YES!! Optimus: I knew she would. Elita-One: Oh, honeybot! *she hugs him* I'm so happy! My little boy is getting married! *she steps back* Oh, that means we have to plan our meeting here. I want her family to get a good impression of us. Optimus: Heh, not to brag, my dear, I have a feeling that she's more nervous about meeting us. Hotrod: *is petting Roller*... Um... More than you think, dad. In fact, she's- Optimus: *puts a finger to Hotrod's lips* You know the tradition. No saying who it is. We find out who she is when we meet her in person here. Hotrod: But, dad, there's something you need to know about her. Optimus: Hotrod, I don't want you to tell me anything. Roller: Whine? *lifts his ear* Hotrod: Dad- Elita-One: Hotrod, please. Hotrod: She has a controversial family by our standards especially as the Prime dynasty! Optimus: Oh? *thinks about it* Oh.... Ohhhh.... (It's Nancy. She's a bit older and is a widow with a son Hotshot. Hmm. Well, she's only five years older. And... it wouldn't be the first time a Prime wed someone who had younglings from a previous marriage) Is her family happy and consists of good people? Hotrod: Well, I think so, but... you might not, dad. Optimus: *rolls his optics* Son, your grandfather Vector Prime wed a divorcee. Just because someone's family is not traditional doesn't mean they're bad or come from something bad. I... I figured out who your fiancee is. In fact, I had a feeling I knew who it was the whole time. Hotrod: You HAVE?! And you're cool with this?! Optimus: Yes, because I see that you love each other and... I love you, son. I love you enough to keep my mind open to whoever you bring home in so long as they are a good honorable person and I know she is. Hotrod: So then there's no point to the traditional. Her name is- Optimus: No. We are keeping it. By doing so, we are honoring her by reassuring her that is she is no different from any other Autobot, Hotrod. Elita-One: You father has a point, son. Do it as an act of respect to her. Hotrod: Ok. Since you guys were being especially cool with it. On the big day....

Acidstorm: Do we HAVE to be blindfolded? This feels dumb. Novastorm: This feels like a kidnapping. Windrazor: They aren't blindfolds. They're veils. They symbolize the process of entering the unknown territory which is marriage. Skyquake: And remember, the other tradition is to bow to your sister's future father-in-law and say the verse we practiced. Acidstorm:... No offense, dad, mom, but I'm glad Decepticons don't do this. Skyquake: Decepticons still value manners, so MIND THEM. Windblade: We're here, everyone. Hold on *she leads them all as they form a chain by holding hands and they enter the Hall of Primes* In the dining room, Optimus and Elita sit at the head of the table also sporting veils...

Dear Searching Spark,

It does indeed. The Builders of Cybertron would carefully graft together the sparks of promising Maximals and Predacons together to create new ones, as a way of trying to bypass relying on the Terran Energon Matrix. The Maximal Windrazor, for instance, had his spark created through grafting fragments of the spark belonging to Dive Bomb, a veteran of the games, together with that of Phantomjaw, a member of the Predacon Secret Police. However, the practice never really caught on, as it required an enormous amount of energon.

After the Grand Uprising, it found new uses—first to create new Maximal and Predacon protoforms, and then in the development of Commandron and Maladroid mind-engrams. In the former case, two members of the Maximal High Council, long having been in love, decided to use spark splicing to help bring it into a newly manifest form. Two members of the Maximal High Council, long having been in love, decided to use spark splicing to help bring it into a newly manifest form. The resultant protoform, Tigerhawk, was the first protoform created on post-Uprising Cybertron, and was seen as a symbol of the newfound unity.

The Last Knight: Mission to Cybertron Infernocus with Quintessa