#alpha trion: how hard could this be? he's just a small cybertronian— we can be civil about this

[transingthoseformers]

Thoughts for feral sparkling Orion in the Divorce AU being raised by Alpha Trion. He's like "ah my brother" and expects to treat him as he did before just smaller since he wasn't around Sparklings much and then his life becomes pure chaos.

Orion bites hands that move too fast near him because in the Acid Wastes where he bubbled into life alone that meant a predator and he had to react agressively to deter them. Alpha Trion constantly going to Remedy, Head Doctor in Iacon, to get repairs and saying he has everything under control. Ratchet the mentee of said doctor Doubts.

Orion climbs on top of the highest bookshelves and leaps down at unexpecting "prey" cue his future co-workers learning quickly how to avoid being attacked and "always look up". Ironhide meeting his Prime when he's sent to pick up a book and flying toddler descends for his face only to be beaten back by an archivist who leaps forward and grabs him midair by the scruff bar giving him a little shake and bearing her own teeth until he backs down enough to be sat down. And Ironhide stunned watches the Sparkling scuttle away and this is how he meets Chromia, who is the best at handling Orion because she wrestles back.

Ratchet, young innocent, first form Ratchet who is a very obedient studious preteen watching horrified as they attempt to give Orion his shoots.

Everyone who knew him during this phase just looking at Jazz who jokingly says Orion needs to be a little wilder, he's too polite and shuddering and absolutely none of them being surprised by the Megatronus Thing.

Omg yes, Alpha Trion just being clueless to newling behavior

That's adorable, ohhh. Remedy and Ratty know full well AT had his hands full and then some when it came to baby Orion. He's like a damn wolverine, absolutely willing to take on "prey" many times his size🥰

Chromia: "bACK! BACK I SAY! BAD ORION, BAD!"

Ironhide was just flummoxed, and Chromia is like "yeah he does that, you okay? Did he bite you yet? Have you had your tetanus shot?"

ohhh nooo Ratty nooooo. I exactly HC too that Orion/Optimus is just. So way terrible when it comes to getting his vaccines and always has been. I saw it in one damn fic but the idea is the best.

Jazz over here trying to goad Ori back into bad habits /j

[novafire-is-thinking]

A Future in the Stars

First and foremost, Orion was motivated by his internal vision of what he wanted the future to look like/how he thought it should look—both for himself and the rest of Cybertronian kind.

To me, the following passage from The Covenant gives the clearest snapshot of who Optimus was at spark and what he valued most at the beginning:

“He’d tried hard to concentrate on his duties in the archive for the entire week before the bridges were due to be opened, but he couldn’t. Every few cycles his mind would quietly detach itself from considering the records of events on Cybertron and how to index them for future reference, and would sneak off into little reveries about what might be found at the other end of the bridge. Given that the Quintessons had already proved there was other life, albeit dangerous life, he couldn’t help his imagination running riot and seeing endless vistas opening, one after another, into all kinds of strange, new worlds filled with peculiar, wonderful creatures, all waiting right now to be discovered.... And it would be this week! This week they would see, they would hear, they would know things about these other worlds and nothing would ever be the same again.

He woke up suddenly from a dream of a place made entirely of colored mineral rocks glittering like frost, in which beautiful winged things like insecticons, but much more delicate, floated and clinked, singing to one another-and found himself face-to-face with Alpha Trion, the chief archivist and councilor, and his boss.

“... I said,” Alpha Trion was apparently repeating. “I received your notice requesting the day off to see the bridge opening.”

“Yes!” Orion Pax said quickly. “I know it can be seen from here, but I wanted to be able to get closer than that. I mean, it’s a historic moment and ...”

“You may go,” Alpha Trion said, in the tones of a conditional reprieve, “if you promise to stop logging Sharkticon footage under ‘Scary Monsters’ and stop listing entries about Shockwave as Soundwave. I know they are similar, but Soundwave is a councilor, and Shockwave is, at best, a rogue with some very disreputable decisions in his past, who lives outside the law. We file for accuracy, not by ear.”

Orion Pax nodded, feeling alarmed that his daydreaming had caused such silly errors. He apologized and didn’t notice Alpha Trion’s smile.

“Do you wish you were going?”

The question caught him unawares, though he wondered if the answer showed on his face. “Yes, I would. To be the first to set foot on alien ground! It would be amazing....” He remembered the long years of struggle, surviving under the terror of the Predacons, before there was anything resembling civilization. He remembered the effort to stay useful, to stay occupied with interesting activities, as all around him fights broke out over territories, powers, and rivalries. He had kept his head down all this while, small and insignificant and attempting nothing more glamorous than merely living. It was as if all that had been leading to this time, when someone like him could dream dreams that were actually possible, when his notions of all that could be would be, and it wasn’t just to pass the time before some other bot came and spoiled things with their rage and their violence, forcing him to move on and leave whatever small organization and peace he had behind him.

“You see a future in the stars?” Alpha Trion asked him quietly.

Orion Pax thought, feeling self-conscious, because he wasn’t used to such attention. Although Alpha Trion didn’t overwhelm him, he felt a certain strange reverence for him, partly for his scholarship and his command over the Covenant, that odd book that he kept, with its peculiar properties, and partly because Alpha Trion was the oldest bot he knew, and whenever you asked him a question about something, he nearly always had the answer or a view or an angle on it that you’d never have thought of before.

“The stars look endless to me,” he said eventually. “Out there, you could just go and go, and there’d be enough space for everyone, and things to do and see that go on forever.” He risked a look at Alpha Trion’s face and was surprised to see quiet thoughtfulness there. “You must think I’m naive. Everyone says I’m a dreamer.” He waited for the other to agree.

But Alpha Trion shook his head. “Dreamers are in too-short supply on this world,” he said. “And so far there wasn’t so much to dream about, but the times are coming when we will need more visionaries, of one kind or another. Do I think it is naive to feel idealistic about the unknown? No. If we didn’t feel that way we’d be nothing more than Predacon fodder, and rightly so. Instead we’ve taken their place at the top of things, and now we’re adventuring abroad. There’ll be time enough for reality later.”

Orion was calmed by Alpha Trion’s acceptance, and elevated. For the first time, he considered himself as something potentially worthwhile, a bot who had something to offer the world instead of one who awkwardly negotiated with it. The idea scared him a little, but he held on to it, experimentally, and for the rest of that day, at least, managed to correct his mistakes and apply himself without creating many more.”

The Stars Remember

This is where it all began for Optimus. Not when he first heard Megatron’s words over Cybertron’s Communications Grid. Not when he decided to step away from his post and meet Megatron for the first time. Not even when he gave his impromptu speech before the Council.

But here, at his humble workstation in the Hall of Records.

Reading this part of CoP and then looking at Optimus in TFP…does things to me. It’s not hard to guess what happened to The Dreamer. Where young Orion Pax had seen hope of life and potential for discovery, Optimus came face-to-face with death and loss and grief. I can only guess how much Optimus had to lay to rest within himself in order to survive the pain of millions of years of war. The same heavens he had looked upon so fondly as Orion became the grave of many of those under his command. Not just literally, but figuratively as well.

But I don’t think The Dreamer ever died completely. How else would Optimus have kept going?

✧ ✧ ✧

series master post

[sparklingpax]

Tales From Iacon - Part 2: Intentions

A/N: 

-Part one can be found here and I also have a wattpad where I’m posting updates as well as other stories! (user is @/kunixjiro)

-Idk if this was an appropriate title for this part but the idea was that they both had their own intentions and well....you can see how it turned out.

-Sorry if this is badly written (and for any typos, mistakes, weird phrasings, etc)

-Also sorry that this is long af O//O’’

-This part isn’t so fluffy ^^’’ But dw I promise I’ll resolve everything in time....anyway, hopefully nothing got too ooc or anything! Enjoy!! <3

///

It was no secret that Megatronus was a gladiator.

He was not ashamed or afraid to admit his purpose—to kill both beast and bot alike.

For the entertainment of the crowds, and in accordance with Cybertron’s corrupt caste system. 

            Such a life was a choice he’d made long ago, when he rose up from the mines and cast away the life of a meaningless energon miner. With it, he’d cast away a name given to him—a name which held no meaning anyway.

             D-16 was no more—he was Megatronus now.

///

            The wild cheering of the crowds invigorated Megatronus, fueling his drive to utterly mutilate the monster hulking before him. All he could think of was the desire to fight stronger and harder than ever before—to show off his power so he could bask in the glory of the hundreds all around calling his name.

             “Megatronus! Megatronus! Megatronus!”

               The deafening roar of the onlookers filled his audio receptors, causing Megatronus to grin wildly, and the injured monster to bellow in terror. It stumbled forward hastily, only for Megatronus to dodge and deal another blow with his sword. Much to the delight of the crowd, the beast cried out in pain and reared up to attack Megatronus again.

             There was no fear as Megatronus gazed into the black eyes of the beast, lit only with primal rage. They bored into him for only a moment before it shook its head and charged.

             Call my name! Call it louder—shout it to the skies, Cybertronians!  

             He stood in battle stance, breathing hard but not yet tired. Bright lights all around blazed down on his plating, making the grey and burgundy glow as silver and red. His optics were alight with a wild look, as if he knew the battle was over and victory was in his very grasp.

             Megatronus tossed away his shield, gripping the hilt of his sword tighter. He released a savage cry and charged right at the monster. Screams of excitements and fear sounded from every angle as he neared the gaping jaws of his opponent.

             The gladiator swung the sword and neatly sliced off half of the grey tongue that greedily reached out at him. The monster instantly recoiled, writhing in pain. Blue blood sprayed everywhere. The warm, sticky liquid showered Megatronus as he slid the weapon into its holder at his hip.

             He paid no mind to it, for he had known the tongue would bleed the most.

             Megatronus took a running leap off the dirt and landed on the back of the beast. With his own servos, he grabbed its snout and yanked it towards him, bending its neck backwards to injure it further. It tried to swing him off, but Megatronus stabbed his sword into its body. The crowd collectively shrieked with anticipation upon seeing the legs of the monster buckle beneath him.  

             Before it could scream in pain again, he vaulted off its body to the side, twisting its neck with a fatal, sickening crack. There was a brief, abrupt silence while the monster moaned more quietly, attempting to move. It crumpled inward with a low huff.

               A pool of energon gushed out from its wounds, soiling the ground around it as Megatronus backed away to watch it die. He grinned with pure delight—breathing heavily, limbs quivering with exhaustion—at his work. Only seconds later, the beast went totally limp.

               It was done.

             The volume of the crowd was loud enough to sound as if the whole of Cybertron had packed into the small stadium.

              Megatronus was victorious again.

             He felt pride and joy rush through him as he raised his sword and cried out to the masses before him.

              “I AM MEGATRONUS, KING OF THE PITS OF KAON!!!”

             “Megatronus! Megatronus! Megatronus! Megatronus! ”

             “I AM LIVING PROOF THAT ONE DECIDES HIS OWN DESTINY!!”

               Hundreds packed together in the seats raised their servos and shouted as loud as they could, amazed by the skill of the gladiator before them, and filled with inspiration. Megatronus felt something warm in his spark, for he knew Orion was one of the many voices.

               There was no disputing it now, D-16 was truly no more.

///

             Outside the arena’s seating, there was a dimly lit, blue corridor. Various clumps of bots milled around there. Some were making their way out from the seats, conversating excitedly about the fighting, or were making their way back in. Others stayed outside for whatever reason they had. A quiet murmuring filled the space, contrasting greatly from the deafening roar of the arena.

             Orion Pax had his back up against the wall, breathing hard. He tried to steady his breath, attempting to erase the images of the brutal murdering of that beast from his mind.

             He had never seen anything so violent in his whole life.

             Orion couldn’t bear it a second longer, hearing the crowd cheer hungrily for the monster to suffer more, and chanting all the louder for its death. All of it had felt so…wrong. For a second, he had wondered if everyone in there had lost their senses. Surely a society of civilized people wouldn’t bee chanting for the death of a living, breathing creature? Or will it to be tortured?

             And yet…they were.

             He had slipped out to regain himself a little, and decided he’d return to his place when the act was finished. At least, if Orion didn’t watch some of the real fight, he’d see the aftermath. After all, Megatronus had invited Orion as a…somewhat esteemed guest. It was only fair that Orion, too, should raise his voice to cheer his friend on.

              I’m here for Megatronus.

             I’m here because he invited me.

             I’m…here to…support him….

             His stomach turned upon thoughts of what he was doing to the creature at the moment. He heard a loud roar of pain and the noise of the crowd increased greatly. Orion shook his head and slid down to a sitting position.

              I’ll…I’ll wait here until it sounds like it’s over…or else….I just might purge…

///

             “So then, Soundwave,” Megatronus shook hands with the quiet mech and nodded. “I’ll be off. I’m meeting someone now. We can speak again tomorrow, if you like.”

             Soundwave nodded, then turned and left. Megatronus watched him go, interest dancing vaguely in his gaze.  

              What an interesting bot, being so quiet and yet saying so much.

              The gladiator was suddenly hit with a wave of exhaustion, and it seemed the adrenaline that had pushed him through the fight was finally fading. With a small grunt, Megatronus stumbled and fell against the corridor’s wall for support. To Megatronus’ frustration, his legs were tremoring a little. He let out a sigh, straightening again after a moment with a small wince.  

             I suppose I…expended a bit too much of my energy today…

             He still felt pride and joy in his victory.

             Even still, all my efforts were worth it. I stand alive once more.

             “Good evening, Megatronus!”

             Orion’s voice reached Megatronus before he sighted his friend at the other end of the corridor. Orion picked up pace and jogged down the hall to meet him.

             Megatronus immediately felt his exhaustion dissipate.

             Orion had seen the fight!

             He was eager to know what Orion had thought of it all. He knew it Orion’s first time seeing something as graphic and epic as this.

             But more than that, Megatronus was eager to know what Orion thought of him. Battle brought out his truest form, and that form was Megatronus’ greatest pride. Having somewhat of an ego, Megatronus knew that deep down, all he needed to keep going was some sort of praise.  

             After all, who wouldn’t? Validation is a beautiful thing, especially in one’s own art. 

             “Orion, it brought me much joy to know you could make it tonight!” He and Orion shook servos and greeted one another, then started slowly back up the hall so they could leave the building. Megatronus continued, “How unfortunate you could not have seen me last week, when I, with great fervor, slayed—”

             He paused, sensing Orion tense up next to him and look away.

             Odd.  

             “Never mind. Anyway, you are usually too busy with your studies or your work. How is it that you came tonight?” Orion sighed.

             “My apologies. I hope to be a master archivist one day, and full commitment to my studies is essential for me to reach that goal.” He looked up at the sky speckled with thousands of stars and smiled. Shifting his gaze to Megatronus, who was listening intently, he nodded. “I did get time off tonight, though. I have Alpha Trion to thank for that.”

             Megatronus patted him on the back.

             They continued through the quiet streets of Kaon—well, the backstreets, to be specific. Megatronus knew how ugly the main streets could get with all the crazy bots running around at night. He wanted no part in it tonight as long as Orion was with him.

             And Orion is no fighter.

             “Megatronus, uhm…” Orion’s voice jolted him out of his thoughts. He looked a little nervous. He fiddled with his fingers for a moment before taking a deep breath. “I…I hope you can be patient with me.”

             “What?”

             “You might feel offended.” Orion tried elaborating. Megatronus, however, was not following. “I am only asking that if you are mad, that you don’t take it out on someone else…or that you can understand what my reasoning was.”

             Offended? It made little sense. Yet his friend remained tense, and would not meet his gaze. Megatronus immediately felt guilty. Have I said something wrong?

             “Orion, I do not understand what it is you refer to!” He picked up his pace, trying to think of changing the subject. He so desperately wanted to know about what Orion had thought of his battle with the monster!  

             “About the fight tonight…” Orion’s gaze dropped to the ground and he halted. Megatronus, who had walked a few paces ahead, stopped and turned. Oh, he read my mind. How funny; I was just about to ask!

              “Listen, Orion, whatever it is, I’m sure it’s not—”

              “I had to leave halfway through the fight. I…” He slowly lifted his gaze to meet his friend’s. As he’d suspected, the beginnings of frustration had already begun to spark into it. He mustered all his confidence to finish. “I waited in the hall because I couldn’t take anymore of the violence…or the bloodthirsty crowd. It…did not feel right at all.”

              An uncomfortable silence weighed on the pair.

              At last, Megatronus turned away and sighed quietly, breaking the silence. Orion felt guilt and embarrassment to the depths of his spark. He opened his mouth to say more, then thought it better not to. He figured Megatronus would have something to say to him.

             “So…that’s it?” Disappointment was fully evident in his voice, causing Orion’s spark to twist more. Megatronus turned back to his friend and moved closer. His hands were folded behind his back. Orion swallowed.

             My intentions were to be honest, but I fear I have taken an imprudent course of action…

             Orion decided not to voice the thought. Instead, he quietly responded, “Yes.”

             “I would be lying if I didn’t tell you that I’m…very hurt, Orion.” Megatronus kept his voice level as he gazed into the archivist’s eyes, yet Orion could still hear dejection in its tone.

             He realized he had to fix this.  

             But how? What do I say? Orion Pax, you foolish child!! He scorned himself internally.

             “I am sorry, Megatronus. I understand that words will do no good, but for the moments I was there, your courage in the face of the beast was admirable.” Megatronus looked away. Indignance and annoyance welled up inside him.

              He’s probably making it up.

             “And that is the honest truth.”

             Orion looked earnest.

             He also looked and sounded guilty.

              Is it? Or are you telling me what I want to hear? Why did you come if you knew you couldn’t stand violence and a crowd’s wildness? Orion, you anger me…or rather…

             Megatronus then remembered his friend’s quiet plea for peace and patience beforehand. To lash out at him would wound their friendship forever, and give Orion the wrong impression of Megatronus. All that aside, Megatronus realized he…felt no anger towards his friend. The heated emotions faded, quickly replaced by pangs of rejection.

             …such is my fate, being a lower-caste bot raised in blood, darkness and cold steel. Of course Orion does not find it beautiful, and I should not have forced him to witness such things.

             It seemed they would have to allow time to do its work.

             Megatronus began to walk away, saying nothing more. Orion called after him, but received no reply. His friend disappeared into the shadows of the night, leaving Orion feeling guilty and ashamed.

              I won the battle, but I now feel…defeat.

              Megatronus felt exhaustion creep back into his limbs.

///

             On his way out of the city, Orion paid no attention to the tranquil, moonlit nature around him. He was instead lost in thought.

             Had I said nothing, I’d have lied.

             He shook his head.

             I can’t lie. I won’t lie. I know it would have come out eventually, and he would still be hurt. 

             A pang of sadness twisted his spark again. 

             Why couldn’t I bear it even for his sake? It is because I do not understand it that I fear it, I know. But...it is his joy...his art....and I was not there for him.

             As he reached a train station, Orion still did not have any real thoughts in mind as he punched in the location for his ticket.

             When the train arrived, Orion boarded and sat by the window.

             I realize now that my intentions were faulted. It would have been better to stay quiet, becuase then I would not have hurt him.

             He closed his eyes.

             Time will have to heal this wound.

[angelofstarlight]

Waiting and planning

Galaxy sighed as she looked up at the night sky. She missed Optimus and hated the fact he had to leave but understood why. Though giving her leadership was a shock and Galaxy didn't think she was ready at all.

"Galaxy are you alright?" Ratchet asked walking up to her.

"Huh? Oh yeah I am." she replied looking at the medic.

"Now that is a lie. What is wrong lil' lady." Jazz said startling her slightly.

Galaxy groaned before sighing. She then returned to looking at the stars.

"I miss Optimus. I get why he had to leave but..." she said trailing off.

"Youngling we understand. Optimus basically became apart of your family. We all did." Ratchet said.

"Optimus adopted you. And you did the same. It's normal to miss him." Jazz said.

"I don't want to lose anyone else." she said weakly.

The two Autobots looked at each other and winced. Serena had told them what happened and it was not pretty. They then transformed and activated their holoforms. Jazz then hugged her.

"And ya won't. We are tougher to kill than they think." Jazz told Galaxy.

"I know. It's just I've lost so many people and I don't want that list to grow." Galaxy admitted.

"It won't. Now let's go to the others. They are worried about you." Ratchet said.

Galaxy nodded and followed them. The soon reached the others and Bee hugged her, basically carrying her. Elita-One giggled watching that happen. Arcee then looked around at the others.

"So what happens next?" she asked.

"I do not know. Should we wait for Optimus to return?" Drift asked.

"Well we do have a back up leader so we don't have to wait for him to come back." Wheeljack said looking at Galaxy.

"The pipsqueak? She's tiny and human" Crosshairs asked looking at Galaxy as well.

"Hey! I'm not that small." she yelled.

"Despite her being human is very capable of this." Ratchet said.

Galaxy then looked at them shocked and shaking her head.

"No no no. I can't do what Optimus can do. Besides Megatron would kill me if he found out." she said panicky.

"Galaxy calm down. You will do fine and Optimus does not expect you to lead like him. Plus we wouldn't let Megatron hurt you." Elita reassured the girl she saw as her child like Optimus does.

"Are you sure I can do this?" Galaxy asked looking at all of the Autobots.

"Yes. Besides taking charge seems rather natural for you." Chromia said grinning.

Galaxy nodded understanding. She now saw where they were coming from. She just didn't want to let Optimus or any of them down. Galaxy took a deep breath and looked at them.

"Ok. I see what you mean. Now what are we going to do. We now have two different groups hunting us. The government and the Decepticons." she said as she began pacing.

"Well we could try reasoning with the government." Drift suggested.

"Bad call Drift. Gal has a tendency to punch government officials who make her mad." Sideswipe explained.

"And we all know negotiating with the 'Cons won't work. Megatron would demand we hand Galaxy over if we want to talk." Ironhide stated.

"Fair points. Though I do want to hear the story involving her punching someone." Drift said as those not there when it happened nodded.

Galaxy sighed annoyed she couldn't think of anything. Basically all the Cybertronians on Earth were being hunted down, even though they were staying out of sight and hiding. Then when she realized that a plan began to form in her head.

"What if we helped the Autobots and Neutrals hiding here. We get them somewhere safe and out of sight so they can't be found." she said looking at them.

"That is actually a good idea. We increase our numbers and keep those who don't want to fight safe." Jazz said.

"We'll have to be ahead of the others." Galaxy said looking at them.

"How?" Ironhide asked.

Galaxy was silent thinking of how they could be ahead of those hunting them. An idea then hit her. And it involved a certain object that resided in her head.

"Do you think I could sense spark signatures due to the All Spark?" she asked and everyone froze.

"That is possibility. You have shown signs of being able to. Perhaps with practice you can." Ratchet said.

"Well that will come in handy so she doesn't run into Megatron all the time." Ironhide said and Galaxy nodded.

"Agreed. But my question is will I be able to tell who it is due to the signature." Galaxy said.

"We'll make sure you can." Ratchet said.

"Ok." Galaxy said nodding before yawning.

"You need sleep. Head to bed squirt." Wheeljack said and she nodded.

Galaxy then headed to her make shift room and laid down on her bed. She sighed and rolled over falling to sleep. However her dreams would be rather different than normal.

*Dreamscape*

Galaxy looked around confused until she heard a familiar voice.

"Hello young one."

The young woman turned to see the original Primes.

"Why am I here?" Galaxy asked looking at them.

"We have much to warn you about. One of them involve those so called creators. They are actually Quintessons. They believe they are the superior race." Alpha Trion said.

"Go figure. And I am not surprised. But what did they want with Optimus?" she asked looking at them.

"The leader of their race sees the Primes as their personal playtoys and puppets." Solus Prime explained and Galaxy paled.

"What?" Galaxy said horrified.

Then it hit her as she looked at them scared.

"And what about me? Do they know I have that title?" she asked shaking slightly.

She did not want to be anyone's puppet. In fact she didn't know if it was fear or rage she was shaking from.

"No. They wanted you because of what happened with the All Spark." Vector Prime explained.

"OK. I take it you can't say more." Galaxy said looking at them.

"Sadly no. All we can say is this will be one of the more harder experiences you will face. Don't let them try to break you." Alpha Trion said.

Galaxy looked at them and nodded. She had no plan on ever letting anyone break her ever. It would take them a lot to break her.

"I won't ever let anyone break me." she said with a determine look.

"That is good to hear. Farewell young Prime." Vector Prime said.

Galaxy smiled at them before there was a flash of bright light

*Dreamscape over*

Galaxy groaned as she woke. She then smiled knowing this would be hard for her but she would face it with her head held high and a determine mind.

[amosbrittany]

Shattered Chapter 1

Disclaimer : I don’t own Transformers Animated or any characters for that matter.

Notes : I haven’t done fanfiction, let alone TF based, in ages. And never for TFA, So I don’t really know what the hell I’m doing but what the hell, I’m going for it. lol I took quite a few liberties, pulling bits from various continuities to build this sucker.

Warnings : I have a tendency to put characters through hell. Violence and character death this chapter. Eventual Optimus/Sentinel, Megatron/Ultra Magnus, Bumblebee/Blitzwing, Jazz/Prowl and Ratchet/Pharma.

Summary : The road to hell is paved with good intentions, but Sentinel’s latest stunt might just kill them all...or worse.

The Fringes had to be the worst possible place to put a space bridge. On the very edge of Autobot territory, it took a regular beating from the Decepticons and even anti-Cybertronian organics. Crews came and went during its construction and maintenance, at times never making it back to Cybertron at all. For the most part, the disappearances were blamed on the Cons. It was a dangerous assignment that wasn't helped in the slightest if the crew assigned were full of incompetent or delinquent workers,  which was typically the case as no one with a whole procoessor would settle for the post.

Sentinel Prime knew Alpha Trion  sent him out here in particular as punishment, pure and simple. After the unmitigated fiasco Megatron's trial had been, he'd not only lost his position as Magnus but as second-in-command as well. He was bumped all the way down to repair duty with a group of fools and sent off to the Fringes. Naturally, he was angry. He was angry with the Decepticons for living up to their cursed name, at Alpha Trion, and at Optimus for not only upstaging him with the Powermaster armor but for taking his job afterward. He was humiliated and bitter. His team didn't help make the situation much better.

There were four other bots on the large rockbound base with him. Broadside was one of few triple changers in their ranks who could turn into a plane and a sea craft...but he was deathly afraid of both heights and water. Sentinel had no idea how that was feasibly possible, but he imagined the bot would have a spark attack on Earth when the rain came. Second was Landfill, and despite being a decent soldier and overall nice guy, he lived up to his name. Quite literally. Sentinel had no idea where the stench was emanating from on the mech's person and it was almost insulting that the mech couldn't pick it up himself. The whole team kept a wide distance from him at all times. Sentinel knew he could be whiny at times himself, but Huffer took the oil cake. He took the oil cake and complained the whole time he ate it at that. He avoided literally everything difficult, whining about it for good measure and he was the most likely bot Sentinel was going to throttle one day.

The only member of the team worth anything was the medic and truth be told, Sentinel had major concerns about the mech. Dark rumors from Delphi on Messatine followed this bot after his experimental jet upgrades following the success of the twins. Pharma had apparently glitched in the processor and hard from the procedures, not only setting a plague loose on the facility, but sawing a Decepticon defector that recently joined their ranks in half. Length ways. After some orbital cycles under intensive therapy, the doctor was cleared for limited duty and shipped off with him out to the Fringes, away from the good people of Cybertron in case he lost it again. There were a few times the Prime caught his medic giggling in an alarming manner and even talking to himself, so Sentinel wasn't entirely comfortable with his presence. But Pharma was the best in the field, so he prayed it panned out well for them.

"Can you not figure out why Landfill stinks so bad? What kind of doctor are you?" Huffer whined, shaking Sentinel out of his thoughts rudely. They stood gathered at the base of the space bridge, surveying the damage recently wrought by an agitated Deception that had attacked in passing.

"Last time I checked, it was my job to make sure you don't offline and continue to function optimally...Not help you smell like fragging rosewood." Pharma hissed, brandishing an inactive saw in place of his left hand at the minibot. "And if you don't shut up, I will ram this up your tail pipe and turn it on!"

Sentinel snorted. At least he didn't have to babysit the doctor.  He glanced up at the patchwork space bridge, the south pole smoking the hit and run. It happened frequently and it was damned annoying. "Could you all just pipe down so we can fix this and get it over with?" He scowled at the rest of the team.

"But...But that's so high up..." Broadside frowned.

"Oh for frag's sake..." Pharma rolled his optics, hands thrown in the air. "You have a plane alt-mode. What is your malfunction?!"

"At least it isn't as bad as yours-" Sentinel could appreciate Huffer's brave attempt at snark, but the screaming that followed it as the jet transformed and proceeded to run the minibot down in retaliation just ground further on his nerves.

Landfill called from a few yards away. "Permission to come closer?"

"Permission denied." Sentinel grumbled. "Go, I don't know...Scout the area or something, make sure the Cons don't set anything unwelcome up."

"SIR YES SIR!" Obviously happy to have his orders, the truck changed forms and drove off to scout around. The asteroid was sizable, so it would almost be a mega cycle before he swung back their way.

After knocking Huffer violently into a hole that would likely take him a few cycles to climb out of, Pharma returned to the pair, gracefully transforming as he dropped down. If the slagger wasn't so crazy, Sentinel would be tempted to talk him into a casual frag or two. He was quite the piece of optic candy, the only piece available really. But the jet prattled on in the worst way about Ratchet of all people, so he doubted he would have much luck. "Enjoy yourself? Because we have work to do." Sentinel grumbled.

"I'm a medic, not a mechanic." Pharma groused back, examining his fingertips.

"It's the same damn thing." The Prime held up his hand as his comment almost earned him a scathing lecture about the differences. "I don't want to hear it. Get this scaredy-bot up there somehow and take care of it while I get Huffer! And that's an order if you need clarification!"

He ignored as Pharma acted like he asked him to move the moon, turning away in favor of fishing Huffer out of his hole so they could get to work at the base of the structure. Beyond the upkeep of the space bridge, which would be their way home in case things went south where they were, he couldn't be bothered with improvements to the troops. They were good soldiers, for the most part, but personality flaws were a pain in the aft to try and work over. Besides, he didn't necessarily mind so long as the work got done, his mind was elsewhere anyway. All he could think about were his recent failures and how he was going to get back up in the ranks, at least enough to get positioned back on Cybertron. It was glaringly obvious Optimus would be following in Ultra Magnus's footsteps and he doubted the golden mech was going anywhere any time soon.

Sentinel sighed to himself, crouching at the edge of the hole for a moment. He was finding it hard to stay angry at Optimus, at least a little. Of course, the business with Elita-1 was always at the heart of his ire, but somehow seeing what she had become and the horrible things she was out there doing like what happened to Wasp had tempered it. When Optimus had taken Megatron down and brought the remaining Decepticons back to Cybertron, he had to admit his old friend looked like he had been dragged through the slag pits. He found it hard to imagine what it was like in that battle and he sometimes wondered if he would have had as much mettle to duke it out with the tyrant in the fragging air as he had. The disgraced Prime wasn't exactly a slouch in combat simulations, but he wasn't nearly as battle-hardened as Optimus. His optics flickered thoughtfully, coming out of his musings when he realized he wasn't absently listening to Huffer complain. "Huffer?"

The hole was empty. Turning on his headlights to examine the small pit better, it looked to turn into a tunnel that dipped down after a solid foothold. He could even see where Huffed had hit the edge and likely slid his way deeper into the asteroid. Sentinel let out a long, suffering sigh. Now he had to go searching for the little pest.

<Good job, Pharma. You knocked him Primus knows where.> Sentinel scowled as he climbed down into the hole.

<Well, I say good riddance.>

<That tower better be patched by the time I drag him out.> His threat was answered with some mild grumbling. After reaching the foothold, he slid down into the tunnel, sliding for several yards before he was struck by an odd sense of vertigo. His HUD exploded with warnings on a somewhat muffled and unknown energy reading that was turning his systems on their head. Sentinel grimaces, digging his fingers into the rock to stop himself. 'Woah, that's not right...' His knees shook as he tried to collect himself. He noticed there were spidery veins of glowing violet embers visible in the cracks and further down, there were large chunks of what reminded him of raw crystallized energon that grew in abundance deeper in. Tank churning, Sentinel hurriedly climbed his way back out, thankful that getting topside cleared up his readings.

"Ugh..." Sentinel shook his head, glancing back. <Pharma, what the hell is underground in this rock?>

<How am I supposed to know? I'm a doctor. DOC-TOR. Not a digger. Landfill is the geologist specialist. Why?>  After Sentinel explained what he ran into, Pharma sounded far too fascinated for his taste. <Odd. I don't suppose you brought a sample back out with you, did you?>

<Frag no. You think I want to touch that stuff?> Sentinel made a face. Of course, now they had a new problem. <Huffer, come in.> There was silence from the minibot. <We can't leave him down there...Whatever is down there.>

<Well, I'm not going down there and getting my circuits fried. They're already bad enough as it is...>

The Prime ran a servo over his face, sighing. No, he didn't need Pharma going postal on them. Resting his elbow into his servo, he gently tapped the knuckles of his free servo against his chin as he considered what to do. There weren't many reports on the innards of the large asteroid they were on, the ones there were mostly belonged to the teams who never survived their assignment and even then, there wasn't much to them. The reports got progressively more erratic prior to their stopping completely. Given what he felt when he was down there, Sentinel mused whether the energy from the crystals had been a bigger problem than realized. It was a suspicion he was going to have to put in his report.

Pharma and Broadside returned to him. "...Well?" The medic crossed his arms, head tilted.

"...I guess we're leaving him down there." Sentinel frowned. It wasn't a great call, but he didn't want the whole team to be the next crew to go MIA. That wouldn't look good for him. "If he's all right, he'll find his way out."

"And if he's not...?" Broadside didn't look pleased.

"Then...we'll...send a report he went missing. If we find him, we find him...But I'm not sending anyone down there and don't even think about arguing with me about it. I don't know what the frag is down there and I don't really want to. It felt all kinds of wrong."

"But you're just going to leave Huffer down there?" The triple changer pressed before he glowered at Pharma. "And what about him? This psychopath was the one who knocked him in there in the first place!"

"In my defense, I thought it was a simple hole." Pharma sniffed.

Sentinel shook his head. "No one is going down there till we have more information, now let's deal with the rest of these repairs. And Primus willing, the Cons will let us call it a solar cycle."

~+~

Sentinel returned to the Axalon after sending Broadside and Pharma out to hunt for Landfill when the truck never returned to the post. They'd never had an issue with someone patrolling around alone until now. It left the Prime uncertain if it was at all connected with Huffer's disappearance...or those of past crews. It was possible the bot could have been picked off by the Decepticons, but then Sentinel was sure Landfill would have called for backup if that were the case. He went digging into the base's old files as he compiled his own report, pausing when it sounded like company had joined him. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Pharma.

And only Pharma.

"...Please tell me you didn't kill Broadside." Sentinel muttered flatly.

The medic gave him an offended look. "No. I did not. He ran off on his own, thank you very much."

"And why did you not stay with him?" He demanded in exasperation.

"Because the daft fragger decided to take a cave tunnel down to go look for that idiot Huffer. That's why." Pharma scowled back at him. "I started to follow him in, when I started to feel what you described and heard voices so I decided to backtrack and report in. This infernal rock is probably layered with particular metals and stone that keep the underground contained below because he wasn't responding to his infernal comm-link after I backed out of the cave."

Well, that explained why Huffer hadn't answered him. But something was bothering him about this situation. Something was putting a bad twist in his tank. "...Lock down the Axalon." Pharma gave him a perplexed look before he shrugged and the two of them set about doing so. Once the ship was sealed off, he felt only somewhat better.

"What is with you...?"

"Not sure...I just have this feeling there is something weird going on and it's bugging the hell out of me."

Pharma frowned, scratching his chin thoughtfully. He supposed his Prime had a point. There was something unsettling about their team's disappearances. He had a feeling even a brief exposure to whatever was below ground had helped unnerve them. "You know..." Pharma began thoughtfully, looking out the bridge window. "The Decepticons never really touch down here or properly engage. It's always passing aerial strikes. Do you suppose they are wary of the asteroid?"

Sentinel's optics flickered with surprise at how he had never considered that. "That...would make sense. I mean if anyone would know these parts...It would be the Decepticons. But..." He frowned. He didn't want to try and communicate with a Con again. It would look bad, especially after the last time he had struck a deal with one. Of course, losing three of his four team members was pretty bad too. But maybe he could get answers without completely damning himself. He pulled up the communications array and started to ring up Cybertron. Pharma gave him a curious look but stayed quiet as the line was opened with high command. Sentinel sighed as he found Optimus staring back at him.

"Sentinel...?" The SIC seemed a little surprised to be hearing from him since all of his reports were in file format and he generally let Pharma deal with the talking. It was hard enough just looking at him and seeing just a bit of the Elite Guard badge on his shoulder.

"I'm going to cut to the chase, Optimus." Sentinel completely skipped over pleasantries. He hadn't wanted to make this call but he had little choice. "Earlier this solar cycle, one of my men took a tumble down a tunnel. When I attempted to retrieve him, my systems were assaulted by a strange energy source, so the retrieval was aborted. Landfill who was sent out on a scouting assignment has not returned. I sent Broadside and Pharma to look for him, but they found nothing and Broadside decided to venture underground to find Huffer. Pharma attempted to go with him, but was assaulted by the same queer energy and reported back. We can't contact them and they've-"

"Oh look, there's Huffer!" Pharma piped up cheerfully.

"Uhh..." The Prime's faceplate heated up as he glowered at the jet, paying the amused look Optimus gave him no mind. He stood to look over the console, seeing the minibot. But his gait was...off and he had an odd, distinct violet glow emanating from his biolights. Pharma took his pedes off the console and leaned forward for a better look himself.

The SIC called to them. "Sentinel? Is it Huffer? Is he all right?"

"Well, he looks kind of funny-" Not that he wasn't built funny for a minibot to begin with but something was quite off now. But neither of the bots had much time to contemplate the differences as the short mech launched himself into the air and threw himself into the windshield. Pharma shrieked, falling back out of his seat and Sentinel staggered back in shock. Huffer's faceplate was twisted in a ghoulish visage of hateful rage as he proceeded to pound on the thick glass, quickly causing the material to crack under his blows. The Prime cursed as he accidentally dented his leg on his chair to get back, drawing his shield and lance out while engaging his face visor. "Pharma, behind me!"

"SENTINEL! What's going on?!" Optimus looked alarmed, unable to see anything but their panicked faceplates and their defensive positioning.

Pharma scrambled to get behind him as he backed further along the bridge. The windshield gave out under the minibot's assault. Sentinel tensed as the small fragger charged them, faster than he thought Huffer capable, if that even was Huffer. As the minibot lunged at him, mouth open wide with gnarled denta, the Prime struck out, driving his lance straight in. The smaller bot went rigid and twitched, speared through on the energy lance, momentarily stunned. Sentinel relaxed slightly before tensing anew as Huffer tried to drag himself towards him along the lance, as if it was a mere inconvenience at worst. The roar of a chainsaw made him jump as Pharma darted forward and pressed the saw into the minibots's head, tearing the helm apart. Violet goo spattered everywhere as the body finally went still, limbs dropping. Sentinel threw his lance down, stepping back from the speared body in horror.

"Good lord..." The medic murmured, his plates shaking. He turned off the saw, shaking off the foreign fluids. They looked over at the communication array where Optimus was just gaping at them in shock. Pharma turned to Sentinel. "He broke through the bloody window..."

That blatant observation jarred him out of his stupified state. "YA THINK?!" Sentinel sqawked back at him.

"What the hell did I just see..." Optimus's optics flickered.

Pharma crouched by Huffer, nudging him onto his back for a better look. Shards of violet were embedded under several cables, his denta were shattered as if he had been chewing on something hard and volatile, and violet goo oozed from the wounds they had inflicted to his frame. He could, however faintly, pick up on that same wrong energy they had felt from the caverns below. That feel of unease returned anew. "I don't know, Optimus Prime...But I think you should send us back-up. Immediately. Because I have a feeling Broadside and Landfill might be returning much the same way very soon."

It looked for a moment that he had lost his ability to process let alone vocalize, but Optimus regained his wits as he nodded grimly. "Understood. We'll be there asap!"

[verdigrisprowl]

April 2 Dancitron Movie Night - 101 Dalmations

Ravage spent the whole night pissed off that they were watching a movie about dogs. Prowl had to get reassurance from Soundwave that the dogs weren’t going to start singing.

After the movie, Prowl learned—for the first time in over two and a half years in the multiverse—about grayfaces. He’s still extremely skeptical. Sounds fake. But okay fine, he supposes that any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic. He’s just not sure why these aliens are, apparently, messing around with Cybertronians, for no reason but apparently entertainment.

Today ItsyBitsySpyers 7:47 pm *Soundwave's at one of the game tables, finishing up a game of Hax against the AI. He'll get seated properly when there's more people.* Specs 7:49 pm *the dragon comes in, lugging along a cartful of treats. they're the more finicky delicacies tonight- mercury stars, mercury and silver drops, energon gummis, and similar. they go up on the snack table with everything else, and the dragon goes up on the back of an unoccupied couch and loafs like she belongs there. Soundwave gets a nod of acknowledgement, but the dragon doesn't speak- he seems occupied.* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:49 pm ((NO mention of terrorcon or Unicron tonight. This is fuzzytimed to after that's taken care of because I don't know how that's gonna go.)) Smokescreen 7:49 pm ((AAAAAAA that's fair! Smokescreen 7:51 pm /He's sitting down, pretty far from Soundwave! He's got a particular book out again... He's not even hiding the cover, he figures Soundwave won't pick up on it./ Prowl 7:53 pm *arrives via the front door like y'do* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:53 pm *Soundwave can smell the mercury and silver drops from where he is. A feeler slowly stretches out from where he is at the table to snatch a gripful and put them in a small cube for later.* ItsyBitsySpyers 7:54 pm *And he can see the cover by way of the many, many pieces of spying equipment littering the building. He's just not in the mood to persuade Smokescreen to let him see it. It's good to have confirmation, though.* Swoop 7:54 pm ((I'm going to be ooc today. Soundwave can rest easy. Swoop is destroying other rooms lol)) Prowl 7:55 pm ((swooooooop Swoop 7:55 pm ((Swoop is currently under several hundred tons of Dinobots lol)) Specs 7:56 pm ((poor pterobaby)) Prowl 7:56 pm ((that is good but also sad because reasons 😔 Smokescreen 7:56 pm /Smokescreen's grinning to himself- he's like 1000% sure this is one secret he can keep from Soundwave! He's also rereading a few particular paragraphs by Alpha Trion, which is kind of comforting./ ItsyBitsySpyers 7:58 pm ((poor poor swoop)) Smokescreen 7:58 pm /He does look up to wave at Roundverse Prowl, though, offering a seat if the bot's interested!/ Smokescreen 7:58 pm ((😧 swoooop.... Swoop 7:58 pm ((poor BOB)) Prowl 8:03 pm *Prowl will pick her way carefully between tables to the bar to get something to drink. Thankfully, Mirage's visits have at least given her an approximate idea of the layout, so she has an easy enough time of it.*

*Smokescreen should definitely say something to get her attention* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:05 pm *Soundwave glances up to look at Prowl and passes along a mumble-ish [[Evening]] before staring at his game again. He's so close to finishing this one...*

*Ravage smacks the bar with a paw, claws out, but doesn't catch any bit of Prowl. He wasn't trying to. Only to warn her to watch herself.* =What.= ItsyBitsySpyers 8:06 pm *He's in a bad mood. DOGS.* Smokescreen 8:06 pm Hey! It's good to see you again, Prowl! Uhhh. How're the drinks over there? ... are we watching a dog movie sounds ItsyBitsySpyers 8:07 pm ((three whole wily)) wily 8:07 pm ((I feeex) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:08 pm [[Hmm? Mhm.]] *Moves another piece.* Prowl 8:09 pm *leans away from the noise of Ravage's paw striking the bar and reaches into her subspace to pull out a few things in trade* Do you have any additives?

*she turns slightly toward Smokescreen* I've been told they're excellent. Would you like something as well? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:10 pm =It is a BAR.= *Of COURSE they have additives.* =What do you want.= Smokescreen 8:10 pm Ooh- I'd be up for something too! If you want, you can sit with me and drink? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:10 pm ((we'll go another 10 - bc i'm waiting on my own food - and then i'll start. get food and all that now.)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:12 pm *Another move, a (quiet) playback of fanfare, and Soundwave stands up, turning off the table. He's ready to join the others now.* Prowl 8:13 pm That's fine, Smokescreen. And rhubarbium with regular grade, please, Ravage. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:13 pm [[Good evening, all. Dragon, Smokescreen.]]

*Ravage growls and grumbles but sets about doing as asked.* =You pay extra, hm.= Prowl 8:14 pm *frowns* That hardly seems fair. Smokescreen 8:15 pm !! /He is covering up the covenant a little once Soundwave says something to him- frag, now he's paying attention./ Souuuuunds! It's good to... I can see you, that's for sure. Specs 8:15 pm *the dragon chirps at Soundwave* Hello! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:15 pm =Extra or nothing.= *Sharp, fang-filled smile.* [[You went all out this week, he sees.]] *Motions to the snacks.* [[One day you must tell him how you acquire all of this.]] [[And yes, Smokescreen. You can.]] Smokescreen 8:17 pm I sure can! I'm glad you still have a physical form. Specs 8:17 pm Careful negotiation other universes. *that is one very pleased dragonloaf who SURELY would not steal from alternate universes* I started annoying people native to mine with all the mercury I needed. Smokescreen 8:17 pm /He's getting up, putting the covenant behind a pillow before going over to grab a number of treats. He's not about to turn down free food!/ VProwl 8:19 pm *appears* Am I late? Smokescreen 8:19 pm i see that finger family song thing on the side and i feel this fear VProwl 8:19 pm *and immediately looks at the screen. they're singing. about a dog. HMMMM.* Smokescreen 8:20 pm wait is the farmer bingo or is it the dog 'cause they were like "there was a farmer who had it all and bingo was his name-o" ItsyBitsySpyers 8:20 pm ((my food has arrived \o/ we start after this)) Specs 8:21 pm ((the slendymun is appeased by our sacrifice)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:21 pm *Soundwave wouldn't mind if she did steal. He'd probably think it was clever.*

[[You are not late. We are about to begin.]] Smokescreen 8:21 pm o VProwl 8:21 pm ((has rabbit started doing that thing for yall where the top bar collapses into a few icons except when you hover over the video and then it pops back out and makes the video move down?)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:21 pm ((YES AND I HATE IT)) Specs 8:21 pm ((YES IT IS THE WORST)) VProwl 8:22 pm ((IS THERE ANY WAY TO MAKE IT CUT IT THE FUCK OUT)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:22 pm ((don't move your cursor out of the chat box, mostly)) Smokescreen 8:22 pm ((I WISH it makes adding people in a room so hard VProwl 8:22 pm ((I'M GIVING MYSELF MOTION SICKNESS FROM ACCIDENTALLY MOVING MY CURSOR OVER THE VIDEO)) Smokescreen 8:22 pm ((same VProwl 8:22 pm ((I CAN'T NOT MOVE MY CURSOR, THAT'S BULLSHIT)) Smokescreen 8:22 pm ((delete cursor !! Knock 8:22 pm ((yoooo ItsyBitsySpyers 8:23 pm ((maybe you could get rid of the bar element?)) Specs 8:23 pm *the "surely" was sarcasm. this dragon steals. she just tries to keep it to a minimum between the universes she steals from* Smokescreen 8:23 pm /Smokescreen's finally sitting back down, back against the covenant while he eats his snacks in nearly one go/ ItsyBitsySpyers 8:23 pm ((WARNINGS: Sexism/misogyny, questionable sunflowers, animal abuse and threats of)) Prowl 8:23 pm Nothing then. *she's not playing Ravage's game* Specs 8:24 pm ((original character DO steal. original character stealing prior to movie. original character disregard multiversal law)) Knock 8:24 pm ((Ooo, 101 Dalmatians! Smokescreen 8:24 pm OH OH DISNEY ItsyBitsySpyers 8:24 pm =Good. I like Rhubarbium.= *He'll curl around the cube and lap from it* Knock 8:24 pm ((The book is also super good, I loved it as a kid)) Smokescreen 8:24 pm /He's practically jumping as he sees that coming up!/ ItsyBitsySpyers 8:25 pm ((no captions available tonight, i'm sorry)) Knock 8:25 pm ((Would Soundwave have let KO back in movie nights? If not I'll just hang out in parantheses as mun)) VProwl 8:25 pm ((oh thank fucking god. https://userstyles.org/styles/149395/rabb-it-css-fixup )) Prowl 8:25 pm *will make her way over to where she heard Smokescreen's voice coming from. It's a little further into the room than she wanted, but it's fine, she's fine* Specs 8:25 pm ((BLESS prowl)) Knock 8:25 pm ((Oh yeah, I forgot how long the opening credits were on this. ((Buckle in folks)) Smokescreen 8:25 pm !! /He's waving to round Prowl, still oblivious, offering out a few candies./ You didn't get yourself a drink? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:26 pm ((KO can be back IF he has finger caps and stays far away from Soundwave and Prowl. If he pisses Slendy off super bad though, chances are it might become permanent, so be careful.)) Knock 8:26 pm ((*thumbs up*)) *slides on in after a harrying week* Smokescreen 8:27 pm !! /Surprised, waving at Knock Out!/ Prowl 8:27 pm *he's talking, that helps her hone in on him and she slides into the empty seat next to him* Not to my taste. Knock 8:27 pm *gives Soundwave a stiff nod and goes over to sit by Smokescreen* Smokescreen 8:27 pm Aww- fair enough. I might grab a drink in a little bit- you'll let me know if you want anything? VProwl 8:27 pm ((deleting the bar element didn't help, it just left an ugly white gap at the top every time you accidentally hovered. BUT that stylishtheme fixes it)) Smokescreen 8:28 pm /Smokescreen's patting Knock Out- he's surrounded in bots tonight!/ Smokescreen 8:28 pm ((wait which stylish theme Knock 8:28 pm ((Pongo's voice is also the voice of Grimsby in Little Mermaid Prowl 8:28 pm ((thank you stylish ItsyBitsySpyers 8:28 pm *Soundwave's attention fixes on Knock Out for a long, long moment. He'd better not do ANYTHING suspicious.*

((the one they linked earlier in chat)) Knock 8:28 pm *gives him a one-armed hug* VProwl 8:28 pm ((this one https://userstyles.org/styles/149395/rabb-it-css-fixup )) Smokescreen 8:28 pm ((ooooh! i didn't see it earlier sdcxvb Knock 8:28 pm Smokescreen. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:29 pm [[...What a mess.]] Smokescreen 8:29 pm It's kinda cool seeing this- I know there's certain spots where you can see the sketch parts from the animation, since I think they did it on the same cel? Prowl 8:29 pm What movie is this? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:29 pm [[101 Dalmatians.]] Prowl 8:29 pm Thank you. Smokescreen 8:29 pm /Hugging Knock Out!/ Knocktopus! Have you had the chance to look through those- uh, sercret documents? Specs 8:29 pm Do humans live like that? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:30 pm [[That one certainly does.]] VProwl 8:30 pm *... talking dogs. very suspicious.* Smokescreen 8:30 pm Hey- it kinda looks like my place! Specs 8:30 pm *looks at smokescreen with concern* Smokescreen 8:30 pm ... VProwl 8:30 pm *sinks into his seat with Vast Suspicion leveled at the movie* Smokescreen 8:30 pm ... But better. Right, Knocktopus? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:31 pm *Gently nudges Prowl's knee hello.* Knock 8:31 pm Secret documents. Right. *rubs a hand over his face* Um. *looks at Roger's room for comparison* Well, you have less sheet music, that's for sure. Smokescreen 8:32 pm ... My place looks better, right? Knock 8:32 pm Definitely. No organics in it. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:32 pm [[All this fuss over finding a companion.]] Smokescreen 8:32 pm Aww- see? It's not bad! A little messy, but it's perfectly normal. Some people get lonely, you know. Specs 8:33 pm Humans don't know when they've found theirs. No pairbonds. Prowl 8:34 pm A direct approach would be much more effective. Smokescreen 8:34 pm Seen each other? That's like first base for humans, right? .... Smokescreen 8:35 pm w Knock 8:35 pm Wow, humans move fast. Smokescreen 8:35 pm wow that was really fast so seeing each other really is first base! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:35 pm [[Humans live at an accelerated pace.]] Smokescreen 8:36 pm Primus that place looks like it'd be amazing to live in though AND they have a housekeeper? Rich humans Specs 8:36 pm ((wait! that's duchess' voice! the catmom from the aristocats!)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:36 pm [[Still a mess.]] Knock 8:36 pm ((Are you sure? Wasn't Duchess Zsa Zsa Gabor? Smokescreen 8:37 pm ... It's really not! It looks so clean! You can see the floor! Specs 8:37 pm ((I am not sure. I do voices only a little better than I do faces)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:37 pm [[The upstairs room.]] *Pause.* [[That looks like something Knock Out would scan.]] Specs 8:37 pm Smokescreen. That's a terrible basis. Knock 8:38 pm ((In the books Cruella had a white persian cat and continually drowned her kittens. Smokescreen 8:38 pm What? How? Knock 8:38 pm ((And then at the end of the book the cat helped the dalmatians shred all Cruella's furs and went to live with the dalmatians ItsyBitsySpyers 8:38 pm ((aw)) Smokescreen 8:38 pm Come on- I can barely see my floor. So seeing your floor means it's even cleaner in my place. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:39 pm [[...Her shoulders remind him of Tarantulas'.]] Knock 8:39 pm She's floofy, too. Smokescreen 8:39 pm ... wait, what's the big deal with fur coats? Like, that's the stuff they shed off sheep and stuff, right? Wh Specs 8:39 pm *snarls* Rude! Knock 8:39 pm It's like plating. Smokescreen 8:39 pm why would you ruin a cupcake like that Knock 8:39 pm But off animals. Smokescreen 8:39 pm ?? But they already have plating Specs 8:39 pm Because she's the worst. *ANGER* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:39 pm [[Humans wear the fur of other organics because they have lost all of their own. It helps them camouflage themselves.]] Smokescreen 8:39 pm can they make a human fur coat Knock 8:39 pm It's like wearing plating on top of your plating. Smokescreen 8:40 pm I wanna dance with someone now.... Hey, Knocktopus. Wanna dance? VProwl 8:40 pm Most humans don't live lives that would necessitate camouflage. It's for warmth. That's why they wear more when it's cold. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:41 pm [[Then why do they wear the patterns that are meant for that? The animal spots and stripes.]] Smokescreen 8:41 pm Humans really do lose a lot of stuff... Hey, Sounds, did you know humans shed their teeth? VProwl 8:41 pm Decoration, I think. It's like the human equivalent of racing stripes. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:41 pm [[...He thought that was why they stabbed paint into their flesh.]] *Is all turned around now.*

[[Yes, he knows about that.]] Smokescreen 8:42 pm wait, why can't we see the puppies coming? Knock 8:42 pm I'd love to, Trogdor. VProwl 8:42 pm Same in both cases, I think. Humans do a lot for fashion. Prowl 8:43 pm Stab paint into themselves? Smokescreen 8:43 pm ... how did she store that many dogs in her Specs 8:43 pm *a little horrified* I don't think they should store that many in them. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:43 pm [[He supposes it's necessary, since they don't have paint j-- oh dear.]] [[Poor bitlet.]] Smokescreen 8:43 pm ... ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm [[Ah. Better.]] Knock 8:44 pm ((this actually happened with the author's dog)) Smokescreen 8:44 pm t they're so tiny ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm =Hmph.= Specs 8:44 pm That does tend to be the way of babies. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:44 pm [[...How did she get in?]] Smokescreen 8:45 pm look at how sketchy these cells are I love that VProwl 8:46 pm ((lmao i love how she knocks his pipe aside to get up in his face)) Smokescreen 8:46 pm w Specs 8:46 pm The fact that her coat has tails is rather concerning. Smokescreen 8:46 pm She already broke the window! Isn't that bad enough? Now they don't have rain protection ItsyBitsySpyers 8:47 pm @Own Prowl: [[Yes. They use small machines to pierce their flesh and deposit paint below the surface, where it cannot ooze out with everything else.]] Smokescreen 8:47 pm look at all those puppies show the puppies don bluth films ItsyBitsySpyers 8:48 pm *...So this is why people assume the minicons are his spawn. Look at them all piled up like that.* Specs 8:48 pm Fifteen is a lot of hatchlings. I don't know about the larger cousins, but we never have more than eight. And usually in an eight egg nest, one or more doesn't hatch. VProwl 8:48 pm *... okay so far this movie has dogs and singing. he could sit here dreading the inevitable or he could be proactive and find out if it's coming.* @Soundwave «Are the dogs going to sing?» Smokescreen 8:48 pm ... Don't dalmations have a lot of breed issues? Knock 8:49 pm ((They're deaf more than other dogs)) ((and have urine crystal issues a lot Prowl 8:49 pm @Soundwave: [[Fascinating. Like how we etch patterns into our armor?]] Knock 8:50 pm ((In the book they had to find a foster mom to give help too, so the mom wouldn't run out of milk Specs 8:50 pm ((I didn't know there was a book!)) ((that's hella)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:50 pm @P: [[Do not worry.]] *Quiet puff.* [[He knows your feelings on that. The dogs will not do any singing.]] Knock 8:50 pm ((It's by Dodie Smith and it's really good! Prowl 8:50 pm *not that Prowl has any etchings anymore, that trend died before the war* VProwl 8:50 pm *ah, that's a weight off his shoulders.* @S «Thank you.» ItsyBitsySpyers 8:51 pm [[He cannot imagine where anyone would store that many offspring. She hardly looks as though she has room for the eight you mentioned, dragon, let alone fifteen.]] Knock 8:51 pm Better eat Canine Crunchies, Trogdor. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:51 pm @P: [[...Well. The commercial dogs sing, but those are animated.]] Smokescreen 8:51 pm Where do I get them though VProwl 8:51 pm @S «Good enough.» ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm @OwnP: [[With more paint involved.]] Omicron 8:52 pm *big predacon peers in* ItsyBitsySpyers 8:52 pm [[...If they are going for stealth, that is not the vehicle for it.]] [[Nor for speed. Which, one would think burglars would prize.]] Specs 8:53 pm Small eggs don't often produce healthy offspring, at least not for us. *notices the predacon, and chirps* Hello, Ice Queen! ItsyBitsySpyers 8:53 pm [[Good evening, Ice Queen.]] VProwl 8:53 pm ... Why is this called 101 Dalmations if there are only seventeen? Omicron 8:54 pm *Icy nods to sound wave, coming in and settles down* Prowl 8:54 pm Using their own names. Foolish. Smokescreen 8:54 pm They can't count ItsyBitsySpyers 8:54 pm ((....THAT'S where I've heard the Nanny before. She be Madame Mim.)) Specs 8:54 pm ((!!! she is!)) Omicron 8:54 pm what's going on? *icy frowns* Swoop 8:54 pm ((omg I can only hear madame mim now)) ItsyBitsySpyers 8:55 pm [[Perhaps the two grown dogs will breed more to replace the ones that were stolen.]] Specs 8:55 pm Hatchling theft. Presumably not to eat. Prowl 8:55 pm A documentary about a kidnapping. *addressing Icy* Knock 8:55 pm Wow, this was such big news it got two pictures and a big headline. Slow news time in London. Smokescreen 8:56 pm She sleeps in fur too? Knock 8:56 pm ((In the book she slept on ermine sheets ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm [[...WHAT is in her head fur.]] Smokescreen 8:56 pm ... That's her hair, Sounds. Omicron 8:56 pm *big predacon tenses at kidnapping mention* what? ItsyBitsySpyers 8:56 pm [[Is she storing dynamite sticks...?]] Specs 8:56 pm Yesterday's dinner, by all appearances? Smokescreen 8:56 pm Probably for catching fur, Sounds. VProwl 8:57 pm The pink things? They're scrunchies. It's a kind of hat. Specs 8:57 pm *looks at smokescreen with some horror* I don't wear things like that! VProwl 8:57 pm They would have done better to break in through a window or back door, steal the dogs, and leave. Their crimes would still be known but there wouldn't be a witness who could recognize their faces and getaway vehicle. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:57 pm *Considers this.* [[He likes the ones that look like chevrons more.]] *He means hairbows.* [[They're familiar.]] Smokescreen 8:57 pm ?? Why not? It seems useful! I didn't know you guys could store stuff in your hair ItsyBitsySpyers 8:58 pm [[And they -are- particularly inept criminals, aren't they.]] Omicron 8:58 pm very Smokescreen 8:58 pm .... /He's giving out a woof/ Omicron 8:58 pm *mutters *none of my jobs are anywhere near that sloppy VProwl 8:58 pm *puzzled look* Chevron-shaped hats? I haven't seen any. Prowl 8:58 pm I suppose their mistakes will make finding the puppies much easier. ItsyBitsySpyers 8:58 pm *Places a picture of a big red bow on his screen and turns so Prowl can see.* VProwl 8:58 pm I suppose so. Oh! I see. Specs 8:59 pm *huffs* If I stored things in my fur, my fur would be disgusting. Smokescreen 9:00 pm Aww- would it be that bad? Knock 9:00 pm It's Jock! Smokescreen 9:00 pm Can I pet your fur? Knock 9:00 pm ((Watch for the part where Lady and Tramp show up in the street) Prowl 9:00 pm ((Pidge! Knock 9:00 pm ((THERE Smokescreen 9:01 pm LADY Prowl 9:01 pm ((Pidge was in the window at the pet store. Omicron 9:01 pm ((omg)) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm =Alert everyone.= *Ravage scoffs.* =Dogs. Never heard of secret messages.= VProwl 9:01 pm ((were some of the dog designs recycled for oliver & company?)) Smokescreen 9:01 pm Man, I wanna be able to spread a message like this Omicron 9:01 pm ((I think so)) VProwl 9:01 pm If you're trying to put out an alert for a kidnapping, why would you want it to be secret? Specs 9:01 pm Consider it this way. Humans had to make hairbrushes. I come with one pre-installed *considering what smokescreen JUST SAID about his living quarters?* Ah, no. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:01 pm =She'll move.= VProwl 9:02 pm The humans can't understand them. Prowl 9:02 pm ((recycled from most of Disney's movies, yeah, including LatT Smokescreen 9:02 pm ... Ohhh, fine. Can you pet me? With your fur? Omicron 9:02 pm Racer: *tries to bark from icy's back* O,o pffft Smokescreen 9:02 pm !! /Smokescreen's gonna try and bark at Racer!/ Prowl 9:03 pm *startles at Smokescreen barking* Smokescreen 9:03 pm !! Sorry, Prowl. didn't mean to surprise you. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:03 pm =Hmm.= *Ears flatten back a little. Then forward.* =Don't blame them. Barely anything to understand.= Specs 9:03 pm *considers smokescreen dubiously for a moment. finally, she flies nearby and gives smokescreen a tap with her tail. she is VERY fluffy, like a fox. and she's immediately flying back.* Omicron 9:03 pm RAcer: *trying hard, but not loud to mimic the barks* Prowl 9:03 pm Hmm, it's fine, Smokescreen. Smokescreen 9:03 pm !!! /Whoa, how fluffy! Smokescreen wants to pet, but she's already gone./ VProwl 9:04 pm *he's not going to roll his optics. but he's thinking it.* Smokescreen 9:04 pm You know? I'm gonna grab a drink! You want anything, Prowl? Knocktopus? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:04 pm *Soundwave doesn't blame him. Ravage is very dear to him, and he's not fond of dogs either, but there are times when he wonders which hellhound ran off with Ravage's dinner as a young mech.* Specs 9:04 pm *loafs back up. she is fluffy and she knows it.* Prowl 9:05 pm I'm fine. *isn't going to make Smokescreen pay extra for her drink* Knock 9:05 pm I'd like one, please. Smokescreen 9:06 pm /He's hiding the covenant behind Knock Out, before going over, trying to grab three cubes. Just in case Prowl gets thirsty later!/ ItsyBitsySpyers 9:06 pm [[...He likes to think you are a far better investigator than that shaggy dog.]] [[But then, anyone could be.]] [][][]Spotted puddles.[][][] [[Hmph.]] =There. Cat doing the work, eh?= Smokescreen 9:07 pm w ItsyBitsySpyers 9:07 pm [[Primus.]] Specs 9:07 pm That's too many. Smokescreen 9:07 pm OH. Knock 9:07 pm Kid, they aren't 'little ones'. VProwl 9:07 pm He just woke up. Knock 9:07 pm They're exactly the same size as you. Omicron 9:07 pm Racer: *flops/falls the to ground, pops up. nope. nothing happened. he trailed after smeokestreen, food?* Prowl 9:08 pm Ah, there's your 101 if you include the other two. VProwl 9:08 pm Ah. That's where the other 84 are. Smokescreen 9:08 pm S Specs 9:08 pm *chirps at racer* Smokescreen 9:08 pm smack on the what Omicron 9:08 pm RAcer: *chirps back!* Smokescreen 9:09 pm /Smokescreen's trying to balance three cubes back to his spot, but will beep at Racer!/ Specs 9:09 pm *she was going to chirp at racer, but she saw someone MESSING UP FOOD and she's gotta snarl at the screen again* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:09 pm *Ravage hissssses.* Smokescreen 9:09 pm Don't eat cats! Specs 9:09 pm *the dragon hisses too* Smokescreen 9:10 pm Come on, be nice to that cat. He's just there. VProwl 9:10 pm ((now i want a sandwich)) Omicron 9:10 pm Racer: *following atfter Smokescreen, eyeing the engergon* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:10 pm =Bah! No cat is ever just there. All places, we go with purpose.= Smokescreen 9:10 pm /He's nooooot about to give it to racer- he's got the high grade!/ Smokescreen 9:10 pm I guess that's true! But sometimes, that purpose is that you're there 'cause you wanna be, right? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:11 pm =None of your business.= Smokescreen 9:11 pm Fair enough, Ravage. What's your purpose for being here, then? Omicron 9:12 pm Racer: *pouts, sniffs around quietly* Prowl 9:12 pm *amused hum at Ravage's non-answer* Specs 9:12 pm *turns her head to keep half an eye on Racer. gotta be sure the baby is okay* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:13 pm =Tending bar.= Smokescreen 9:14 pm ... This is pretty cruel Prowl 9:14 pm ...What was in that bottle? Smokescreen 9:14 pm Well- can I have some really nice high grade? Specs 9:14 pm *POOFED* Omicron 9:14 pm *Icy frowns at the woman on screen, her spines arching up* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:14 pm [[...Call the police on her own hired criminals? Does she WANT to be found out?]] =Pay first.= Smokescreen 9:15 pm ... /Offers half an eaten shanix?/ ItsyBitsySpyers 9:15 pm *Smacks it right out of Smokescreen's hand.* =No.= Prowl 9:15 pm She is high caste. *feels that explains it well enough* Smokescreen 9:15 pm /Leaning down to pick up the shanix/ Come on- that's all I've got. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:16 pm =Items?= Omicron 9:16 pm ((is is okay if racer sniffs at a prowl?)) Prowl 9:16 pm ((...which Prowl? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm [[...What kind of television show is this.]] Omicron 9:17 pm ((not sure)) Smokescreen 9:17 pm ... /He's going through his subspace, offering a magic anon coupon?/ ItsyBitsySpyers 9:17 pm *Ravage squints at it, reading. What's it do?* Prowl 9:18 pm ((There's Verdigris and mine. I think Racer knows Verd, ya? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm [[Bob is an uncle?]] VProwl 9:18 pm ((yeh)) Smokescreen 9:18 pm /It stops one effect of magic!/ ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm ((I WAS WAITING FOR THREE WEEKS FOR THAT JOKE)) Swoop 9:18 pm ((omfg)) Specs 9:18 pm ((SLENDY PLS)) Omicron 9:18 pm ((yeah, but you mentioned wanting to meet him before?)) Prowl 9:18 pm ((I'm so sad my Prowl doesn't know about Bob because she'd say "not anymore" Omicron 9:18 pm pfft ItsyBitsySpyers 9:18 pm *Ravage paws the coupon off the bar and into his subspace. Smokescreen can have his drink.* Smokescreen 9:19 pm I was gonna give them to everyone after the banana night, but- I guess it worked out? Prowl 9:19 pm ((And yes, go for it, Icy ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm =SHHH. Do not speak its name.= Smokescreen 9:19 pm /Smokescreen's taking three drinks. That coupon's gotta be worth three!/ Knock 9:19 pm Speaking of magic . . . still got that magic card deck, Soundwave? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:19 pm [[No.]] Knock 9:19 pm . . . oh. Prowl 9:19 pm Magic card deck? Smokescreen 9:19 pm ... Come on, was it that bad? It didn't get me at all. That was probably the most peaceful night I've ever had Knock 9:19 pm Given to someone else or destroyed? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:20 pm [[Nothing, Prowl.]]

[[Yes, it was that bad, and destroyed. Stop asking.]] Knock 9:20 pm Oh. I was kind of hoping that anything summoned by it would disappear once it was destroyed. Smokescreen 9:20 pm I'm glad it ended, at least. ... If you ever need more coupons, lemme know. Knock 9:20 pm . . . for the record, not the case. Omicron 9:21 pm good dogs, bare your teeth ItsyBitsySpyers 9:21 pm [[/Noted./]] VProwl 9:21 pm ... "Magic"? Smokescreen 9:22 pm Why do they have layers of pants, anyway? VProwl 9:22 pm *he's aware of the card deck, he got the memories from Scavenger. But "magic"??* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:22 pm *Soundwave rubs the center of his crest where the glowing space is and vents.* Specs 9:22 pm *winces* *oof, that would have set her straight on fire* Prowl 9:22 pm *frowns* Smokescreen. My Smokescreen, not you. He mentioned something about cards. Was he talking about that? Smokescreen 9:23 pm ... Oh yeah! Sounds, good news! I haven't heard anything about the DJD in my universe yet. To be fair- it's probably awkward considering you killed- So maybe that card was a dud or something? Knock 9:23 pm *gently puts a hand over SMokescren's mouth* Smokescreen 9:23 pm ... /Licks Knock out's servo/ Knock 9:23 pm . . . *removes his hand* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:23 pm *Smokescreen can have his three drinks. Ravage will allow it.* =I will.=

[[Probably.]] *Motions to the screen.* [[Is this so uninteresting you all would rather talk about something so boring?]] Knock 9:24 pm *drily* I wouldn't call the results boring at all. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:24 pm [[Then it's a good thing he never asked you.]] Knock 9:24 pm Actually, you just did. Smokescreen 9:24 pm /Smokescreen's coming back to his spot, offering a drink to Knock Out, and a drink to Prowl!/ Knock 9:25 pm *sighs and takes the drink* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:25 pm *He asked if the movie was uninteresting. Not for any opinions on the deck.* Knock 9:25 pm Thanks Trogdor. Omicron 9:25 pm *Icy's glad she missed the whole card thing, just watching her hatchling sniffing around a new person just in case to call him back* Knock 9:25 pm Say . . . you're a Predacon, aren't you? VProwl 9:26 pm *he just wants to know what this talk about so-called "magic" is. but all right, okay, he can take a hint.* Smokescreen 9:26 pm Just have everyone grab their tails ItsyBitsySpyers 9:26 pm *Prowl can ask in private. Soundwave doesn't want to answer out loud and encourage everyone to tell stories.* Smokescreen 9:26 pm Or walk in each others tracks! Then it'll just seem like one dog. They aren't very smart. Prowl 9:26 pm *she'll wait, she would like to know if these kidnappers are caught* VProwl 9:26 pm *too late, the hint's been taken.* Knock 9:26 pm Well, they are just dogs. Omicron 9:26 pm ...... *big, gigantic dragonic mecha critter looks at Knockout* .....no I'm a grounded seeker. *grins* Smokescreen 9:26 pm They're smart talking dogs, though. They're Disney Dogs. /He's chugging his drink, reaching to play with Knock Out's servo./ Knock 9:27 pm . . . and you have a sense of humor too! That's great! Sooo, do Predacons ever fight? Each other, I mean. For territory or . . . or anything. Prowl 9:27 pm *there is something sniffing around by her legs... too close. Prowl pulls her leg away from it* Knock 9:27 pm *slips his hand into Trogdor's* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:27 pm [[He feels your misery, small dog.]] Omicron 9:28 pm yes. More so between colonies if their both big enough on the same planet Prowl 9:28 pm At least it isn't acidic. Specs 9:28 pm At least the "collie" has sensible fur. *shakes out her own floofs* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:28 pm [[That would ruin the fur she wants, at least.]] [[Of course, it would probably destroy their flesh as well, but. Technicality.]] Knock 9:29 pm Would you be interested in a job? I could pay you in shanix or energon or . . . Well, what are you interested in? Prowl 9:29 pm Indeed. Smokescreen 9:29 pm Do you think- maybe I should ask you later, about, you know- /Squeezing Knock Out's servo./ !! A job? What kinda job are we talking about? Knock 9:29 pm *squeezes back* A job only a Predacon can do. Smokescreen 9:29 pm Oh.... .... OH. Knock 9:29 pm Right. Smokescreen 9:29 pm Oh yeah! Yeah, you should take it! Specs 9:29 pm ((afkjsafjsaghfa)) Omicron 9:29 pm *Icy tilts her head, she's listening, but won't do anything night now, not with a hatchling* Knock 9:30 pm _Basically_ I'm being bothered by a very unruly Predacon and I'm looking for a little mercenary help. VProwl 9:30 pm *without evidence to the contrary, he's going to have to assume that Soundwave was messing with someone but doesn't feel like continuing now.* Knock 9:31 pm And I thought, who better to fight a Predacon than a Predacon! So powerful . . . so primal . . . ItsyBitsySpyers 9:31 pm *Alas. Ruining his own reputation with silence.* Omicron 9:31 pm It would depend on the Predacon, Doctor. Being a queen only has so much clout in some words. non in others other then I'm big. Knock 9:32 pm Oh, this one isn't the talking type. More the fighting type. . . . possibly a little, you know undead. Omicron 9:32 pm ...? ............ Knock 9:32 pm . . . *focuses on the movie* Love these dogs. Smokescreen 9:33 pm Poor puppies Omicron 9:34 pm smart sire Smokescreen 9:34 pm I wanna do that soot bath Omicron 9:34 pm And you'll need to talk to me some more Doctor. *icy crosses her forelefs* Knock 9:35 pm Of course. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:35 pm *Has a tiny bristle at the word 'undead'. Clamps it down quickly.* Smokescreen 9:35 pm knocktopus wanna have a soot bath sometime VProwl 9:35 pm *... leans on soundwave* Knock 9:36 pm No. Smokescreen 9:36 pm Aww. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:36 pm *...Ohhhhhhh he feels guilty. Not too guilty to take the lean. But guilty.* Knock 9:37 pm Also, Trogdor, I used up all your wax. Smokescreen 9:37 pm Wait what Come oooooon Knock 9:37 pm *shrug* Smokescreen 9:38 pm Now how am I gonna be clean? ... How're you gonna be clean? Knock 9:38 pm You only bathe once a month. Smokescreen 9:38 pm SHH. Knock 9:38 pm Ah yes, that's the better question. Smokescreen 9:38 pm Don't say that out loud. Knock 9:39 pm Sorry, I didn't realize it was a secret. Specs 9:39 pm *too late. the dragon heard. and she's judging you.* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:39 pm [[...Her headlamps look angry.]] [[Well. Looked.]] Prowl 9:39 pm *would wrinkle her nose if she had one* Smokescreen 9:39 pm ... /Dangit, he feels that judgement./ It's more like twice a month, you know. Omicron 9:39 pm ....... *Icy frowns, is ans has to be super clean on her ship* Smokescreen 9:40 pm initial d Specs 9:40 pm *the judgement continues* Knock 9:40 pm Cruella doesn't really get good comeupance, does she? I mean, is she even arrested? Smokescreen 9:41 pm she even gets a song ItsyBitsySpyers 9:41 pm [[There is a popular song shaming her by name. It's decent comeuppance.]] [[Humans she has never met will be mocking and making fun of her.]] Prowl 9:41 pm Mmhmm. *Prowl's paint is mostly white, cleaning is a daily thing* Knock 9:41 pm Since they don't know that she wants to skin dogs, won't they just think that the songwriter is mean? ItsyBitsySpyers 9:41 pm [[That is what going on talk shows and explaining the reasoning behind the song is for.]] *Puff.* Smokescreen 9:42 pm man their home's gonna be covered in soot Specs 9:42 pm *shudders* They're going to be filthy for years. VProwl 9:42 pm He'll need a few more hits before they start inviting him on talk shows. Smokescreen 9:42 pm NOW they've got a filthy house Knock 9:42 pm . . . but the humans don't have any proof that she even stole the dogs, do they? Prowl 9:42 pm Ugh. Smokescreen 9:42 pm Didn't she buy those ones legit? The other ones were stolen sure but Omicron 9:42 pm I don't think they do Smokescreen 9:43 pm ... A puppy farm they're having a puppy farm VProwl 9:43 pm (("where did all these puppies come from" "MY DOG GOT LAID SO MUCH")) Smokescreen 9:43 pm a puppy mill Knock 9:43 pm That sounds unethical. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:43 pm [[He's a talented music writer. He'll get more hits soon enough.]] Smokescreen 9:43 pm I'm pretty sure it is! VProwl 9:43 pm Then he'll have his chance. Knock 9:43 pm ((Incidentally, they end up buying Hell Hall as their new home. Smokescreen 9:43 pm those poor neighbors Omicron 9:43 pm I don't think it would be the same as that name smokescreen ItsyBitsySpyers 9:44 pm ((20 minute warning)) Smokescreen 9:44 pm I mean, it's a dalmation plantation. that's a farm thing. Just like a puppy mill AGAIN Windchill 9:44 pm (( What )) ItsyBitsySpyers 9:44 pm [[No, not again. The program glitched.]] Prowl 9:44 pm Once was enough. Smokescreen 9:44 pm soundssss Omicron 9:44 pm hmm Smokescreen 9:44 pm I could tell you a secrettt if you showed it 21 times with uhhh Prowl 9:44 pm *disapproves, none of the humans were even arrested for their crimes* Knock 9:45 pm Well, anyway . . . dogs were certainly more useful than humans in this one. Specs 9:45 pm *stretches* I'm going before anyone gets the idea of covering ME in soot. Good night, everyone. *except smokescreen, who does not take baths. ugh, she's going to have to use SOAP on her tail before she dares to lick it clean.* Smokescreen 9:45 pm All Dogs Go To Heaven in the middle ItsyBitsySpyers 9:45 pm [[Goodnight, dragon. Stay far from fireplaces.]] Knock 9:45 pm ((I'm going to go out and go back in because the image is glitchign like me *for me Omicron 9:45 pm Racer: *flopped on icy's tail* ItsyBitsySpyers 9:45 pm =We prefer What's New, Pussycat.= Smokescreen 9:45 pm With one It's not Unusual? ... Sounds, can I request some music? Prowl 9:45 pm ... Smokescreen 9:46 pm YES sounds I love you I will die for you Knock 9:46 pm ((Okay, back! Is it a black screen for everyone else? Omicron 9:46 pm ((not for me)) Prowl 9:46 pm ((Youtube video ItsyBitsySpyers 9:46 pm [[He will hold you to that.]] Knock 9:46 pm ((Ah. Welp. Smokescreen 9:46 pm .... Frag. Well. Worth it. Knock 9:46 pm ((Rabbit never wants to work for me. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:46 pm *It's recorded. It's binding.* Prowl 9:46 pm No, Smokescreen. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:47 pm [[Interrupt your own contract.]] Prowl 9:47 pm ((the up next song omg Smokescreen 9:47 pm ... Well, all I have to do it die for you eventually, right? That's all it is. Knock 9:47 pm My mate would like this song. Prowl 9:47 pm ((how does Ravage feel about Cats? Smokescreen 9:47 pm You should play it 21 times for him ItsyBitsySpyers 9:48 pm ((ravage probably loves it but i draw the line there)) Prowl 9:48 pm Please don't, Soundwave. Knock 9:48 pm Trogdor, he would love it all 21 times. If you don't believe me, try it when we get back. Omicron 9:48 pm ....yeah...no please Smokescreen 9:48 pm ... He really loves cats, huh? No, no, I'm good! Knock 9:48 pm He really REALLY does. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:48 pm [[He isn't -that- cruel.]] Smokescreen 9:48 pm ... You okay, Knocktopus? Hey- you should introduce him to Ravage. Knock 9:49 pm I don't know. Sure. Mmm, I don't know. Prowl 9:49 pm *Prowl would be the DAMN IT guy* Knock 9:49 pm I don't want him getting his face scratched off. Smokescreen 9:49 pm /He's siiiiinging/ Smokescreen 9:49 pm Come on, how bad could he be? Knock 9:50 pm He can be preeetty obsessive. Smokescreen 9:50 pm Well- that's weird me for you! Omicron 9:50 pm *Icy starts to hum to her hatchling to get Racer starting* Smokescreen 9:50 pm I'll get him a cat sticker later. Knock 9:51 pm Would you? That's very kind of you, Trogdor. Smokescreen 9:51 pm Sure! I've got a lot of stickers, anyway. Knock 9:51 pm I know we're imposing on you but, well . . . Smokescreen 9:51 pm Hey, who in here wants a sticker? Knock 9:51 pm I don't know where else to go. I would. Omicron 9:51 pm ((....I'm going to be listening to these songs all night now thanks)) Smokescreen 9:51 pm It's fine, Knocktopus! I hope my place is comfy enough for you. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:51 pm ((ah god i forgot it wasn't just visuals)) Smokescreen 9:51 pm I know it's... I know it's not ideal, but I want to do my best for you guys. Prowl 9:52 pm *shakes her head* No thanks. Knock 9:52 pm It's not so bad. Warmer than where we were. Smokescreen 9:52 pm Well- that's a pretty low standard. Knock 9:52 pm . . . yeah. I should record this song for him. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:53 pm ((i hear Jazz)) Smokescreen 9:53 pm I know- I know I've got kinda a problem with holding onto things. You don't gotta pretend it's not cramped. Prowl 9:53 pm *...so does Prowl* Knock 9:53 pm *smiles* Your alternate has quite a stockpile of things too. Only his are all related to puzzles. Or plants, lately. Smokescreen 9:54 pm Plants? Really? Weird! I know Tinybee likes plants- did he learn about it from him? Knock 9:54 pm I think so. Smokescreen 9:55 pm I've been meaning to clean up with Bee later- I've tried to clean up, but I never get anywhere. Knock 9:55 pm Maybe I can help? And I can replace the wax, if I can sneak into my place. Smokescreen 9:56 pm Yeah! That'd be awesome, Knocktopus. Be careful, though. I know there's a few deadly things in there? Knock 9:56 pm At least two, ha ha. Smokescreen 9:57 pm Like, old magic relics probably- there's a tranquilizer, but don't use it 'cause it's pretty deadly on most bots... Knock 9:57 pm Oh, your place--I thought you meant my place. I didn't realize you had things like that lying around. Smokescreen 9:58 pm yeah! Uh. The tranquilizer was a gift. Knock 9:58 pm . . . Smokescreen 9:58 pm I've never used it, but I don't really want to give it to anyone. And I definitely can't throw that out. Knock 9:58 pm Yes, you keep it. *pats his hand* Smokescreen 9:58 pm ... Is there any way we can hold onto the cubes, too? Maybe we can reuse them. ItsyBitsySpyers 9:59 pm ((five minutes)) Knock 9:59 pm The empty ones? Smokescreen 9:59 pm Yeah! Knock 9:59 pm ALL of them? Smokescreen 9:59 pm ... Yeah? Knock 9:59 pm . . . We'll see. Omicron 9:59 pm ((okay)) Knock 10:00 pm I don't get why you have junk like that lying around to begin with. Smokescreen 10:00 pm I can't just throw it out! Omicron 10:00 pm You need to make friends with a metrotitain Smokey. Prowl 10:01 pm What was that sound? VProwl 10:01 pm Which sound? Prowl 10:01 pm The tapping. Clicking? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:01 pm [[Ah. Human dancing.]] Smokescreen 10:01 pm hey let's send an email VProwl 10:02 pm Oh. Humans dancing. Smokescreen 10:02 pm A metrotitan? Haha- I don't know if any would want me near them. Knock 10:02 pm Why can't you throw it out? VProwl 10:02 pm Some of their shoes are hard enough to make tapping noises on the ground. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:02 pm ((Oh no. They're doing that thing where couples begin to sound alike.)) Prowl 10:02 pm How were they making the clicking sound? Were they holding something? *do human feet make clicking noises?* Smokescreen 10:02 pm If I throw it out- what if we need it later? Omicron 10:03 pm Storage? Prowl 10:03 pm Shoes. What are those? Knock 10:03 pm Why would you need empty cubes later? Smokescreen 10:03 pm What if I lose them, and- I don't know. What if I miss them? Prowl 10:03 pm ((tried so hard not to meme, did anyway Knock 10:03 pm . . . Smokescreen 10:04 pm ... Like, you've got a lot of stuff from long ago that you miss, right? It's like memorabilia. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:04 pm *This is a conversation Smokescreen and Knock Out will need to continue elsewhere. Soundwave's about to open a bridge.* VProwl 10:04 pm That's the armor they wear to protect their feet. Their feet actually look almost the same as hands, except the palms are elongated and the fingers are much shorter, and they're just as soft as their hands. So they wear foot armor for protection. Smokescreen 10:05 pm !! /Smokescreen's happy to get up, and wave goodnight to Round Prowl/ It was nice to see you! Come on, Knocktopus- let's just get some rest. Omicron 10:05 pm (I still have snakes to feed so if some want to derp and listen to music?) Knock 10:05 pm All right. Night, all! Omicron 10:05 pm (thank you for the scream!) VProwl 10:05 pm ... You were never stationed on Earth, correct? Prowl 10:06 pm No. I've never seen a human. Omicron 10:06 pm *the big predacon gets up aith racer and chirps a good night to soundwave* VProwl 10:06 pm They're more likable in movies. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:06 pm *Soundwave plays the chirp back and adds:* [][][]Goodnight.[][][] Prowl 10:07 pm They look a bit like Klingons, yes? *she's at least seen them and they're both tiny bipedal organics, right?* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:08 pm [[If Klingons contracted the bone virus.]] [[...And did not wear armor every waking moment of their day.]] VProwl 10:09 pm ... A bit, I suppose. But only as much like Klingons as like any other organic species with a similar body type. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:09 pm *Relieved to be alone with Prowl and... well, not so much relieved about the other Prowl, but they're not the -worst- company. They won't talk about undead Predacons and the summoning of.* Prowl 10:10 pm Klingons do wear fur sometimes. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:10 pm *Also, she's blind, so he can lean in and get as comfortable as he likes.* VProwl 10:10 pm I'd say humans look most like Nebulans, really, if we're going to compare aliens. Prowl 10:10 pm *she can still hear that, metal against metal is a very recognizable sound, but she'll choose to ignore it* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:11 pm *He could be scratching his leg. You don't know.* VProwl 10:11 pm *Has somehow never figured out that she's blind, so doesn't know why Soundwave is suddenly getting more cuddly. Sits up a bit straighter.* Prowl 10:11 pm I've never seen a Nebulan. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:12 pm *...Oh. Gonna just. Look up and question glyph it. Is he in trouble?*

*Because he sort of expected Prowl would figure that out before anyone else in the room, and doesn't know he hasn't.* VProwl 10:12 pm They look like... Well. Humans. Minus the pupils. ... And head fur. Prowl 10:13 pm *imagining smooth skinned Klingons forever* VProwl 10:13 pm *that's not wrong.* Prowl 10:13 pm I'll have to take your word for it. VProwl 10:15 pm *every question his alternate has asked about what's happening on screen, he's misunderstood as a question about human culture, not about what's visibly going on. so no, he hasn't figured it out.* *looks back at Soundwave blankly. what's the question glyph for? sends a question ping back. what what* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:18 pm @P: [[Why did you move?]]

*Ravage grumbles from behind the bar, still lapping at the rhubarbium.* =There is much you have not seen.=

[[Ravage.]]

=Humans, good reason, this building...=

[[RAVAGE.]] Prowl 10:19 pm *scowls in the feline bot's direction* VProwl 10:19 pm @S «There's still company.» VProwl 10:20 pm *puzzled look in Ravage's general direction.* Prowl 10:21 pm *a ping of gratitude to Soundwave for sort of scolding Ravage* *even if he is right* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:21 pm *Don't be too hasty. He was scolding Ravage for being nasty where the other Prowl could hear and judge them both, not for being nasty in general.*

@P: [[What she does not know probably won't hurt her.]] Prowl 10:22 pm *it's still better than before* VProwl 10:22 pm *If Ravage is trying to insult her intelligence—as is suggested by the second item in the list—then the third item is a... weird choice. Is he trying to up the insult by implying she's too dense to observe her surroundings, or is he suggesting she straight up can't see them?* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:23 pm *He multitasks.* VProwl 10:23 pm *And the puzzled look is back on Soundwave.* @S «... Hm.» *Well. SOUNDWAVE certainly isn't trying to imply that she's too dense to notice her surroundings, so that would suggest the latter, wouldn't it?* «I'd rather not.» Prowl 10:24 pm I don't need optics to know the layout of this building, Ravage. VProwl 10:24 pm *Well. That settles it.* *The things you don't notice when you spend your life determinedly avoiding optic contact with everyone around you.* Prowl 10:25 pm *the visor also helps* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:25 pm *Soundwave pings acknowledgment and sits up again, if reluctantly. If Prowl would rather not, he will behave accordingly. There's time enough later.* *Ravage just gives a dark chuckle and pushes the empty cube into the recycling machine.* =Goodnight, hm?=

*He'll pad toward the stairwell and upstairs, where there is peace and quiet. Sort of. The twins are off-duty right now. Close enough.* Prowl 10:27 pm The magic cards, Soundwave. Did Smokescreen see you about them? VProwl 10:27 pm *Now there's a much more important question. "Magic" cards.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm [[Oh, for Primus'...]]

*Ravage is definitely in trouble later.*

[[Fine. Yes. Yes, he did.]] Prowl 10:28 pm *also VProwl gets some respect for not being weird or nosy* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:28 pm [[As did a few dozen others. What of it.]] [[Elita investigated and found nothing wrong.]] Prowl 10:29 pm Hm, that explains it then. He was going on about me needing to watch out for Starscream when I go to Kaon. VProwl 10:29 pm Sorry, I've missed something here—"magic" cards? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:32 pm [[He's being ridiculous. It wasn't even our Starscream in the illustration.]]

*He's rubbing his crest again. Partly because Smokescreen, partly because he's trapped.*

[[A deck of them, yes. A greyface relic he was gifted some time ago. Drawing from it produces - /produced/ - unusual effects. Most of the time.]] VProwl 10:33 pm *skeptical squint* *... humor ping, question ping?* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:33 pm *Subtle helm shake. No, not a joke.* VProwl 10:33 pm ... """Magic""" cards? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:34 pm [[He can hear additional quotation marks in your voice, and he assures you he means what he said. In the sense that they must be called 'magic' because 'unexplained science cards' gets fewer volunteers.]] Prowl 10:35 pm That would depend on the mech, wouldn't it? VProwl 10:35 pm *good, he was trying to make them audible.* ... I'm going to need some more explanation. Prowl 10:36 pm This message has been removed. ((thank you, Cro ItsyBitsySpyers 10:37 pm [[It would hardly be interesting if he attracted a parade of Shockwaves and no-one else.]]

[[...As you wish. Where would you both like him to start.]]

*He can't lie to the one, and in speaking to them both, he is addressing the one, so he might as well ask them both.* VProwl 10:38 pm What are magic cards. Don't say "unexplained science cards." ItsyBitsySpyers 10:38 pm ((LMAO)) Prowl 10:38 pm That's a good place, yes. *she's going to have so many words for Smokescreen at this rate* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:41 pm *Oh, good. They agreed. That means less jumping back and forth for him.*

[[You recall the]] approaching a whisper [[banana?]] *Pause.* [[And what he said about the... the roaches?]] VProwl 10:41 pm *hesitates; then slowly, barely nods.* What do they have to do with each other? Prowl 10:43 pm I've read Ratchet's report. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:45 pm [[There is a species of creature in the multiverse that possess the ability to alter reality and fate in ways not unlike the you-know-what. In-person sightings are rare, but they are unafraid to make their presence known. They rarely trouble him these days, but when he first found the multiverse...]] Shakes his head. [[Becoming roach royalty was their doing. As were many other unpleasant incidents - and a few enjoyable ones, to be fair.]]

[[The relic was theirs, gifted to him some time ago. He does not know how it operated, precisely, but it had the power to make unusual things happen.]] Prowl 10:45 pm *they didn't mention roaches but Prowl's not going to derail to ask about that right now* *or Soundwave can kind of answer it anyway* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:45 pm [[One came to draw from it, in fact.]]

*That little grey doll-like being with sunglasses? That's on his visor now.* VProwl 10:45 pm *skeptical look intensifies* Prowl 10:46 pm This sounds like something Smokescreen would write. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:46 pm [[How DARE you.]] VProwl 10:46 pm It certainly sounds like something Smokescreen would believe. Prowl 10:46 pm *thank you* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:47 pm *Irritable huff.* VProwl 10:47 pm *Prowl has, thankfully, never been exposed to his writing.* Prowl 10:47 pm *She'll refrain from enlightening you* VProwl 10:47 pm *thank you* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:47 pm [[Ask Elita where she got her bow. Or Bevel, and /where the Star Saber went./]] Prowl 10:48 pm ...Bevel claims it was stolen. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:48 pm [[Bevel is lying. He has footage.]] [[Of every single card draw, in fact. That was why he asked for volunteers.]] VProwl 10:49 pm They /made you roach royalty/? They just... poof, and suddenly an entire alien species regards you as their lawful monarch, just like that? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:50 pm [[You watched every Predacon in that pit become you, and you question that?]] VProwl 10:50 pm *he's been trying very hard to forget.* Prowl 10:51 pm *pauses suddenly* This is the same magic that got you them back isn't it? That you said could bring Jazz back? VProwl 10:51 pm ... It was localized and temporary. It could have been a—a holomatter glitch. *oh and now we're on to necromancy. all right, cool, fantastic.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:52 pm [[No, it isn't. That was a ghost, and he's - never mind.]] *That isn't helping his case.*

[[It wasn't a holomatter glitch. The majority of this planet does not /have/ holomatter technology of that type.]] Prowl 10:52 pm *she has so many questions* VProwl 10:53 pm I was there with my projector, it could have come from me. That would explain why they turned into /me/. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:53 pm [[Explain why /he/ turned into you.]] [[Not that it wasn't a pleasant experience.]] Prowl 10:54 pm *pointedly ignores the last comment* VProwl 10:54 pm ... You've got a projector now, don't you? ItsyBitsySpyers 10:54 pm [[And he is fully capable of turning it on and off at will.]] VProwl 10:56 pm And I'm fully capable of not opening the Predacon avatar file in mine and yet there I was with it on, flopping around uselessly. It could have put out a localized signal that overrode our own access and turned the projectors on. ItsyBitsySpyers 10:57 pm *Soundwave huffs again. They're both going to think he's out of his mind, or else extremely gullible.* ItsyBitsySpyers 10:59 pm [[...There was a card that caused Vehicons with matching paint jobs to arrive and seek the volunteer's company. Arcee and Tarantulas each picked it. So did Scavenger, but Scavenger's did not arrive. Did they come to him later?]] VProwl 11:01 pm No. Nor has anything else unusual happened to Scavenger. What do you mean "caused"? What—what happened, precisely? What's the process? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:03 pm *Damn. He thought if they had, maybe he could...*

[[/He doesn't know./ That is why he wanted volunteers. He wasn't going to draw from the thing himself. Sludge acquired a small fortune in energon cubes out of the ground itself only to have them blow up around him.]] *Hastily.* [[Which he /survived,/ by the way. Keep your handcuffs where they are.]] Prowl 11:05 pm The Vehicons could be down to good timing. However, the only people who could have stolen the Star Saber would need to be a Prime. Or have the limb of one, but Sentinel Prime's tomb has been undisturbed since Megatron broke in *she's ensured it* and Optimus' remains were smelted. No one else can lift it, let alone wield it. So either there is a rogue Prime in our universe, which is unlikely since we only had the one and he's dead. Or something else happened. VProwl 11:05 pm What do you mean, "acquired"? Be more specific—what /happened/? Did he draw a card, then spontaneously decide to pull out a shovel, dig five feet down, and find energon cubes? Did the cubes suddenly start raining out of the sky? Did a space bridge open up and a wagon full of cubes rolled through? What happened? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:07 pm *You know what he said about video? He's gonna play the one in question. And the ground literally cracks open to literally spew cube after PINK cube up out of itself in an unusually perfect formation.* *A card can even be seen in and then disappearing from Sludge's hand.* Prowl 11:08 pm What color is the energon? VProwl 11:08 pm Pink. Prowl 11:08 pm Our energon is blue. VProwl 11:09 pm *frowns, watching the video.* ... Could've been Primus? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:09 pm [[/Primus wouldn't summon an undead Predacon./]] *.....................Oops.* Prowl 11:09 pm He certainly has a sense of--here? VProwl 11:09 pm ... No, probably not. Prowl 11:09 pm *slightly panicked* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:10 pm *Vaguely scoff-ish.* [[Not here. It would have exploded. You know that. Wherever Knock Out lives.]] ItsyBitsySpyers 11:12 pm *He's digging himself a deeper and deeper hole. Pretty soon he'll be at the Core, and then he can just ask Primus to pull him the rest of the way into the Allspark.* Prowl 11:12 pm I would say it was Unicron but the deck would have exploded as well if it were infected. VProwl 11:12 pm Even Unicron can't make undead Predacons spontaneously appear. DID it spontaneously appear? Or did previously buried fossils suddenly animate. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:15 pm [[He wasn't there. He only has the brief recording he was given, and what Knock Out said tonight. And the appearance of the card. It was a fossil of a Predacon skull, and it... something about the sight of it made us both feel ill.]] [[He didn't know what to make of it until later, after Knock Out left.]] VProwl 11:17 pm ... What percentage of the cards drawn correlate with the sudden appearance of extremely unusual things or occurrence of extremely unusual events? Because—absolutely nothing of interest has happened to Scavenger. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:18 pm *Soundwave thinks and sorts through his files.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:25 pm [[45-50% had immediate effects. The rest either did not work or were proven to have delayed effects. He has not gotten reports from everyone who...]] *Soundwave goes still for a second. He worked out what happened to Bob. He'll just... not mention that right now.* [[From everyone who drew those.]] VProwl 11:27 pm *well. that's a high enough number that something definitely happened.* But—how? Prowl 11:27 pm *nothing's happened to her that can't be explained through other means* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:28 pm [[He can't tell you, other than it having been a trinket of greyface origin. He has no way to investigate it now, having burned it so it wouldn't spawn more corruption.]] ItsyBitsySpyers 11:29 pm [[It isn't the first item he received from them. It likely won't be the last.]] VProwl 11:29 pm You said "grayface" earlier too. That's—what? A species? Prowl 11:30 pm *nods* That seems wise. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:32 pm *...Grateful ping to his own Prowl. He wasn't expecting to hear that.*

[[As far as any of us who have been toyed with by them can tell. They rarely stick around long enough to answer questions. Taunting is more their style. Smokescreen could confirm that; he remains a favorite target.]] [[Nobody knows what else to call them. It is a common term based on their appearance.]] Prowl 11:33 pm The one here tonight? ItsyBitsySpyers 11:33 pm [[Yes.]] Prowl 11:33 pm *will remember to ask him about it next time they're both here again* VProwl 11:33 pm It's a poor descriptor. /We/ have gray faces. ... Well, most of us. Among those of us that have faces. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:34 pm *Nice catch, there.*

[[He didn't originate it. He just doesn't know what else to use.]] VProwl 11:35 pm So, they're aliens that possess technology so vastly superior to ours that we can't even begin to make sense of it as anything but flat-out magic, and they like to use it to screw around with us for—what—entertainment? ... All right, I suppose we deserve that. Prowl 11:38 pm We've certainly screwed around with plenty of other species and planets in our own way. *destroyed some* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:38 pm [[We do not deserve it. It is an understandable desire, but we don't.]]

[[He is surprised they have not gotten to the both of you before. Perhaps you scare them in a way he doesn't? Hmm.]] *Dismissive flick. He'll think about that later.* [[He hopes he has not directed them to you by speaking of them.]] Prowl 11:40 pm My exposure to the multiverse has been limited. I've been busy on our planet up until recently. VProwl 11:41 pm They're one of two things: conquerors or bullies. Conquerors would make a concerted effort to use their abilities to bring Cybertron to its knees, and that would include specifically targeting those with authority. Bullies would find amusing targets and needle at them endlessly. VProwl 11:43 pm From what you've described? They sound like bullies, not conquerors. The fact that they've taken a special interest in Smokescreen supports that. He's very bully-able. *as he knows from shameful personal experience.* Prowl 11:43 pm There are other ways to bring Cybertron to its knees than through conquest. VProwl 11:44 pm No, of course there is. But if their goal was conquest, bringing it to its knees would be a necessary step. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:45 pm *Is somehow very ruffled by the idea that he's bully-able and now resents the greyfaces for yet another thing. Who gave them permission to see HIM that way?* VProwl 11:45 pm It's not "if they're bringing it to its knees, they're trying to conquer," it's "if they're trying to conquer, they're bringing it to its knees" Prowl 11:45 pm The Quintessons claimed to want to help us as well, but these greyfaces don't seem able to decide if they're helping or hindering. Which is... *decides she doesn't trust these greyfaces in the slightest* I would need to observe them more but they don't sound well organized, whatever they are. VProwl 11:46 pm Which is what leads me to believe that they're bullies rather than conquerors. No organization, no goal, no logical progression of events. And I have spent most of my life working to make myself as boring a target to bullies as possible. So I don't think they'll suddenly find themselves attracted to me. ItsyBitsySpyers 11:50 pm [[They claimed a great many things when we went to that water-planet. They still couldn't have done half the things greyfaces have done to him. He would /almost/ prefer to deal with the Quintessons.]]

*Nods to the Prowl he's sitting with.* [[Good. Perhaps he should take lessons from you in that respect.]] ItsyBitsySpyers 11:54 pm [[But it grows late, and he does not care to recall all of those stories at this hour. Especially the transformations.]] *Shudder.* [[In any case, if you find out what Scavenger's cards did, please, tell him. And you - watch out for yourself.]]

*Don't think he missed that Smokescreen was warning PROWL to beware Starscream. Someone pulled for somebody else. Prowl 11:54 pm ...I suppose. At least I know how to deal with them. *she's surprised Soundwave is mentioning that when she was speaking specifically of the Age of Wrath* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:54 pm *Someone hasn't had time to go back to the Hall of Records and inspect the newest recoveries and submissions.* VProwl 11:56 pm *especially the WHATS now?* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:56 pm *You heard him.* Prowl 11:57 pm Of course. Will you forward me the recording of Smokescreen's card draw? *she won't be able to review it immediately, but it seems like a good idea to add it to her personal work pile* VProwl 11:57 pm *there is a vast gap between "hearing" and "comprehending"* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:58 pm [[He will send it in the morning.]]

*Prowl can always ask if he follows Soundwave upstairs, but Soundwave's not sure he can handle this much defying the laws of existence in one night.* Prowl 11:58 pm Thank you. VProwl 11:59 pm *Soundwave just said, specifically, that he does not care to recall those stories at this hour. So he won't ask. He'll just WONDER.* ItsyBitsySpyers 11:59 pm *Ask in the morning, then. That's a different hour.* Prowl 11:59 pm *she'll get to her feet now and nod to them both* Good night, Prowl. Soundwave. Thank you for the... enlightening conversation. Yesterday ItsyBitsySpyers 11:59 pm [[He'd say you're welcome, but he doesn't think you meant that. Goodnight.]] VProwl 12:00 am Evening. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:02 am *Soundwave stands and massages the sides of his helm.*

[[He is in desperate need of either distraction or recharge. You're welcome to follow him if you like.]] VProwl 12:04 am Recharge, I think. *he follows.* ... Just—final check—this ISN'T some elaborate prank, right? ItsyBitsySpyers 12:09 am *Soundwave stops partway to the stairs and looks over his shoulder.*

[[He has not broken that rule yet and he is not about to start.]] VProwl 12:10 am Okay. Just—there was someone else here, I didn't know if... Never mind. ItsyBitsySpyers 12:10 am [[He is not fond of her, and does not trust her very well, but he was not pulling a prank.]] [[Come. We will get what rest we can.]] *And up he goes, going, gone.* VProwl 12:12 am *and he follows. not sure how much rest HE'LL get, but at least he's going to try.*

[dirtydragonthoughts]

All done. Still no title. Sappy as hell, I think I had too much to drink tonight. 

Gonna let this one sit for a few days before cleaning it up and posting it to AO3. That should give me time to think of a title.

This is raw, unedited, straight off the word processor. Mostly canon-compliant up to the Optimus Prime Annual 2018.

Part 1, Part 2.

But even after thinking about it all night, Sunstreaker didn’t have the foggiest idea exactly what he was going to tell the young mech about Sideswipe.

Sunstreaker rested his elbows on his knees and looked at the smiling black and red mech. Sideswipe had found a quiet place for them to talk inside the embassy. Sunstreaker wasn’t sure exactly where they were – somewhere near the base of Trypticon’s tail, or maybe in his armpit?

Did titan dinosaurs have armpits?

Whatever. They were alone, at least. Except for Trypticon, of course, but there was no getting away from him.

Giving the young mech another look, Sunstreaker blew air from his vents. “Why don’t you tell me what you already know?”

The young mech hummed and picked at one of his knee joints. “I know he was an Autobot. I know he went to Earth. I know he died there, protecting a Prime.” Sideswipe’s voice became hushed at that last point.

Sunstreaker frowned. “No. He died in a CR chamber.”

Sideswipe’s optics opened wide. “Well, yeah. But he was in the CR chamber because he was hurt while protecting Alpha Trion. A Prime.” His voice was unmistakeably reverent now.

Sunstreaker wondered exactly who was in charge of the new mechs’ educations that Sideswipe held the Primes in such veneration. The Mistress of Flame, maybe? He wondered if he could arrange to have some alternate viewpoints brought in for the young mechs. “And that’s all you know?” he asked.

Nodding, Sideswipe smiled again. “Yup. Like I said, Arcee told me a few things, but that’s basically been it.” He shifted restlessly, the tires on his shoulders spinning idly. “But I want to know what he was really like.”

What Sideswipe was really like.

Sunstreaker’s memory played a small snippet of a memory from so very long ago.

They stood outside the meeting hall in Kaon, the night that Megatron put out a call for new gladiators for his team. Supposedly. Sideswipe looked worried. “I’ll watch the fights, bro, but – I don’t want you in there.”

Sunstreaker remembered being dismissive of Sideswipe’s worry. But his brother had been right to worry. And Sunstreaker had never thanked Sideswipe for talking him out of going to the meeting.

“He was a good brother,” Sunstreaker said quietly. “He talked me out of doing something stupid, a long time ago, before the war started.” He looked down at his hands, clenched into fists. “We didn’t always get along. We... We were both hard to get along with, I think.”

Sideswipe’s hands were clasped in his lap, his attention rapt. “What else?” he asked.

“He was a great –“ Sunstreaker bit back the next word. Did he really want to tell his young mech, coming into existence in a world supposedly at peace after millions of years, that his namesake was one of the dirtiest and toughest fighters out there? “He was a great friend. You met Arcee. The two of them were best friends. They always had each others’ backs.”

As he spoke, the memories began to flow. The first battle they were in together. The first time Sunstreaker was wounded. Then, the first time Sideswipe was injured. Sideswipe’s incessant need to prove himself, pulling more and more outrageous stunts. Then... Hunter, and the bridge, and...

No. Focus on Sideswipe. Sunstreaker looked at the young mech across from him again. The good stuff.

“We had a falling out, but we worked it out eventually. He... He started to do things for the right reasons, instead of to impress... others.” Sunstreaker felt like he was walking through a minefield, trying to tell the truth, but not so much that the young mech would feel like he’d been named after a lunatic. ...Which wouldn’t be all that wrong, would it?

Sideswipe was nodding. “But what was he like? The things he did... I’m sure I can ask an archivist about most of it. But they can’t tell me what it was like to know him.”

What was he like?

“He...” Sunstreaker hesitated. “He... He had a jet pack. He loved that thing. He gave it to Arcee.” Filtering through all the memories coloured by the pain and horror of millions of years of war, Sunstreaker found jewels that he could tell the young Sideswipe about. “He liked spending time with friends. Before the war, he liked going to dance clubs.” A flash of Sideswipe laughing, taking a swing at Sunstreaker’s shoulder after something he’d said. “He told the worst jokes.” Sideswipe smiled at that, and Sunstreaker worked his intake. Slag, he could look an awful lot like his brother when he smiled like that. “He was brave, no matter the odds. He was fierce. He was a mech you wanted on your side of a fight.” Sunstreaker closed his optics. “He was a good soldier. He was a good Autobot. I’m... proud to be his brother.”

Silence.

After a few minutes passed, Sunstreaker opened his optics to see Sideswipe frowning. “I don’t know what else to tell you,” Sunstreaker admitted. Not without getting into things that he really didn’t want to talk about, anyway.

“He sounds like he was a great mech,” Sideswipe said softly.

Great? Sunstreaker was trying to figure out whether he would classify Sideswipe great, what with all his anger and insecurity and recklessness, when he noticed that the younger Sideswipe had lowered his helm and looked... sad? “Err... Are you all right?”

Sideswipe looked up at Sunstreaker, a frown on his lips and creases on his browridge. “Yeah. I just... I don’t know how I could live up to all that. He did so much.” He looked down again.

“Live up to – “ Sunstreaker stared at the young mech. “You have nothing to live up to, you know.” When Sideswipe looked up at him, Sunstreaker leaned down so his helm was at the shorter mech’s level. “You are your own person. Sideswipe... My brother had millions of years to accomplish everything he did.” Sunstreaker pointed at Sideswipe. “You’re new. Your only job is to figure out who you want to be, and how you’re going to do it.” He met Sideswipe’s optics and held them, looking into the lenses that were the exact same colour that Sideswipe’s had been. “Just because you’ve got his name doesn’t mean you have to be him.”

“I guess so,” Sideswipe said, still a bit glumly. “It’s just that I knew he was a great fighter... I mean, he saved a Prime!... and I don’t think I’ll ever get a chance to get as good as he was.”

Sunstreaker’s spark clenched. They’d been at war for so, so long, and all this brand new mech could think of was becoming a soldier?

Another memory jumped to the front of his processor. He immediately recognized it as not one of his, but one of Hunter’s. Sunstreaker normally kept all of those partitioned off in his memory, not needing the reminder of the human who’d shared his mind and the pain of getting ripped apart, no matter how much they both needed it. It was something that Hunter had heard somewhere. A female human’s voice.

Reaching out to put a hand gently on Sideswipe’s knee, Sunstreaker said, “The world needs caregivers as much as it needs warriors.” When the young mech’s optics brightened slightly, he added, “I think the best way you could live up to Sideswipe is to live your life the best way you can.”

Finally, a smile lit up Sideswipe’s face, a mirror of the smile that Sunstreaker remembered. “All right. I think I can do that.”

Sunstreaker felt drained, like he’d just driven for hundreds of kilometers. He put his hands on his knees with the clink of metal on mesh, and stood up. “I’d better get going. I’ve... uh, got an early shift tomorrow.” Or something.

Sideswipe jumped to his pedes. “I’ll walk you out,” he said, for which Sunstreaker was grateful; he wasn’t sure he’d be able to find his way out on his own. As they started walking, Sideswipe asked hopefully, “Will you visit again?”

Sunstreaker looked down again at the black and red mech who smiled up at him with an eager expression, his momentary melancholy forgotten. “Sure,” Sunstreaker said. Why not? The kid was sort of fun to talk to. He was like a blank slate, unmarked by millennia of war. It was refreshing. “Maybe next time I’ll bring Bob.”

“Who’s Bob?”

Sunstreaker wondered if Sideswipe’s education had covered the different types of Cybertronians yet. “He’s an Insecticon,” Sunstreaker said, watching Sideswipe carefully. “But he’s my friend.”

“Like a pet? Like Buster?” Sideswipe asked.

“Sort of,” Sunstreaker said with a nod.

Sideswipe bounced as they walked. “Buster’s a lot of fun! I like it when Thundercracker brings her here. Is Bob just as much fun to play with?”

Not able to resist a short laugh, Sunstreaker said, “Yeah. Maybe a bit more fun, since he’s bigger.”

They’d reached the gate leading out of Trypticon’s pede the embassy. The door slid open. “Thanks for telling me about your brother,” Sideswipe said.

“You’re welcome,” Sunstreaker said. He held out his arm. “I’ll see you later, Sideswipe.”

Hesitating for only a moment, Sideswipe reached out and gripped Sunstreaker’s arm in farewell. The young mech’s hand was warm and alive against Sunstreaker’s plating, if nowhere near as strong as Sideswipe’s had been. “See you later, Sunstreaker.”

Already turning to leave, Sunstreaker paused and said, “Call me Sunny.”