Decisions

Nova stood in front of her creators. The two mechs sat in grand chair made from Praxus' finest crystals and precious metals. The room that they were in was specifically made for meetings. The long table that was once in the center was now gone. It made the room look even bigger than it already did. The curtains were pulled back on the windows, letting in some afternoon lighting. The natural lighting bounced off of the crystal chandelier and reflected different colors all across the room.

"Nova, my dear." her carrier said in his calm tone. "Have you come up with an answer to our question?"

"I have, carrier." she looked at both of them and continued. "I wish to attend Praxus academy."

Her creators stiffened and looked at each other. Her carrier shot his mate an accusing look. The large gruff mech sat up straight and looked to his daughter.

"Elite Praxus Academy?" he rumbled.

"Praxus Academy." she looked both her creators in the optic and bowed.

Nova took a deep vent and whirled around. The small chains dripping from her shoulder plating swooshed as she strode from the meeting room. The double doors closed behind her as she make her exit.

Her creators urgently looked to each other, unsure what to do about their daughter's decision. The carrier touched his mate's servo. The larger mech covered his dainty servo comfortingly.

"My love," the bulky mech rumbled. "we did promise her anything."

"I know." the carrier vented. "She's already so independent. Did we do something wrong?"

"Do not fret. We must have faith in her. If we don't, she'll never learn to have faith in herself."

"You're right." the carrier turned away and rose to his pedes.

He went to stand in front of the tall windows and looked out across his estate. It was a beautiful piece of property, something born straight out of a dream. There were cyberhorses grazing out in their pastures. Miniature waterfalls were built here and there. Off to the right there was a gazebo where his younger nieces and nephews played. But his favorite was the entrance to the family's underground crystal gardens. Only members of Praxus' finest were allowed down there.

"This will one day be her's. I just want her to be ready." he murmured.

His mate stood behind him and rested his servos on his shoulders. "And she will be."

Nova held her servos in front of her as she raced across the hallways. The carpet formed small wrinkled under her small pedes as she practically danced to meet her cousins.

She paused in front of the two doors. She vented deeply and motioned for the servants on either side to open them. This room was similar to the meeting room. Instead this one was more comfortable. It wasn't made to impress, rather to provide a place for the upper class to entertain their close friends. Inside the room, sat her seven older cousins, all of which were mechs. They sipped on their warm energon and sat at a small circular table.

"Nova," a white and blue mech stood up and greeted her.

The other mechs muttered their greetings and nodded to her.

"Hurricane," Nova said as a servant pulled a chair out for her. She sat down and thanked the servant. "I've made my decision."

Hurricane, along with her other cousins, looked up from their energon and to their younger cousin."

"Oh? And what is it?" Hurricane asked.

Nova smiled proudly. "I will be attending Praxus Academy!"

Hurricane put his energon down and picked up a data pad to read the news. "Elite Praxus Academy?"

"Praxus Academy." she clarified.

The other mechs looked between Hurricane and Nova for answers. Hurricane slowly put his data pad down and leaned back in his chair. "What?"

"I've made up my mind, Hurricane." she stated firmly.

The other mechs looked to Hurricane for his rebuttle.

"That was your grand plan that you've been talking about? You want to socialize yourself with savages?"

"Not everyone of a lower class is a savage."

Hurricane stood up and rushed to Nova's side. He cupped her face plates and looked into her optics.

"Nova, darling, you can't be serious." he whispered. "You're throwing away your education and the most valuable time of your life."

"I am not." she moved his servos away. "I'm educating myself by socializing with mechs and femmes I wouldn't normally get to."

"There's a reason we don't socialize with them, Nova." Hurricane warned. "They're not like us."

"But maybe that's a good thing."

Hurricane huffed and sat back down. Their other cousins made themselves look like they were busy with something else. Hurricane glanced to them before refocusing on Nova.

"Why would that be a good thing? We're Praxus' elite. Everything we have is here." he argued.

"How do you know?"

"I'm older than you, darling." Hurricane got up and stalked out of the room. His servants obediently followed him and opened the door for him. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into."

The remaining cousins sat in silence. Nova looked to the door and then back at her cousins. They all shrugged and continued to sip their energon. Nova rested her helm in her servos.

She asked the surrounding servants, "Will someone call Valet, Jovial, and Diesel for me? I'd like to go home now."