A/N Okay, so my computer died. It won't even recognize the hard-drive. It no longer "exists". That means, I lost the beginnings of chapter two I had for Rescue Me. Sucks, I know. Now this, I've had in my head for a while, and when I read The Diego Diaries, it amplified it and I've been given permission by Arctapus to do this. Between this, and Rescue Me and To Raise A Sparkling, along with my Constructicon Letters series, I'll be having a fun time in between classes on Mondays and Wednesdays. This is started maybe a day after The Diego Diaries last chapter. So, yes. You want to read The Diego Diaries before reading this. –insert shameless advertisement of someone else's fic-
This is an AU to Arctapus' fic, so there will be a pairing and family that is not canon to her fic, as well as throw a few words that I made up here and there for the "Wrecker Language". If Seekers can have their own language, than so can Wreckers. X3
I've developed a fetish for Trailbreaker/Hound because of her, and since she has Jazz/Mirage being off and on, I will make that into a Trine. Just because. I've been exposed to Prime/Prowl as well. I used to mother-effing hate that pairing, with one fic being an acception. Now I'm in frikkin love with it so long as it's Bayverse. Thanks Arctapus. I'm going to expose you to my OTP now. XD
Disclaimer: Arctapus owns The Diego Diaries as well as some OCs in this, HasTak owns Transformers, and there will be a few Ocs in here that I will own, along with my own little world of Wreckers.
=Autobot City, Mars
Prowl marched towards the construction site, wings arched high in both annoyance and anger. Those mechs hadn't gotten permission to build. He was going to find out whose idea it was and then toss the slagger into the brig.
"Hey!" Prowl shouted, "You don't have permission to build this!" One mech looked over.
"Yes we do." He replied. Prowl bristled.
"The Prime did not-!" Laughter made Prowl stop short. Nearly all of them were laughing at that. The first mech, a mech with blue optics, black armor and gray doorwings calmed first.
"We don't take orders from Prime. Not in this regards, anyways. We respect him, and will listen to any other orders, but orders from our leader take priority!" He said. Prowl frowned.
"Fine then, who gave you orders?" The second in command demanded.
"Our Reignor." A second mech said. This one was blue and orange, a visor covering his optics.
"Reignor?" Prowl frowned. What were these mechs talking about? How illogical.
"We're Wreckers." A third one supplied.
"Wre- Springer!" Prowl hissed. He turned and left them, fuming silently. Oh, Springer was so dead. Prime had the right to authorize any and all buildings, and if not Prime, then Grapple. Grapple was the head of that division!
Optimus stopped Prowl halfway there. He offered comfort and calm to his beloved over their bond, before sending him off to relieve Ratchet of his youngest sparkling, Praxus. Optimus went to Springer.
"I've been informed that you gave orders to some Wreckers to construct a building?" Optimus asked. A confused look crossed Springer's face.
"What are you talking about? The Wreckers aren't building anything. None of the Military Sector are."
"There were mechs who claimed to be Wreckers."
"… Are they Civilian Wreckers? 'Cause if so, then that goes to the Reignor and his Ambassador. I'm not in charge of that, I'm in charge of the Military Wreckers." Springer frowned. Optimus looked startled.
"Civilian Wreckers?" Springer groaned.
"Oh dear Primus, you don't know either!" The green and yellow Wrecker complained. "Hang on… Let me comm the Reignor and see what the slag…" He didn't finished his statement, contacting this "Reignor" over the comms.
:Springer to Kup.:
:What now?:
:Did you give some of our civilians permission to build?:
:Prime ignored Hot Rod. Not my fault.:
:Ugh, and that seemed alright for you?: Kup didn't respond over the comm. Instead, over the small bond Springer had with the older mech, the young Wrecker felt something he hadn't felt since his younger brother was just a spark in the mech's chest. He grinned stupidly, knowing full well Optimus was probably concerned. :Well, alright then. Shall I send Prime to you?:
:Send away. I'll probably be in recharge by the time Prime gets here, if Hot Rod has anything to say about it.: Kup replied. Springer chuckled.
:That's fine. Hot Rod can handle Prime if you are.:
:Shut up.: Kup scoffed.
:Springer out.: Springer looked at Optimus and nodded. "Reignor and his ambassador are in Soldier Barracks 3. Don't be surprised if you only get to talk to Ambassador, though. He's been nagging at Reignor."
"Thank you Springer." Optimus nodded.
=Soldier Barracks 3
Hot Rod looked over as the door opened. Optimus came in, most mechs and femmes in the Barracks in recharge. He had managed to get Kup to slip into recharge, using their bond to his advantage. It was a cheap trick, but he was used to doing that. He looked back at Kup and rubbed his chest with one servo, his other holding the recharging mech's.
"I had to make him recharge. He's been overworking himself. Sorry, Prime." Hot Rod said, standing up and leaving Kup's side.
"Hot Rod. Or should I say Ambassador?" Optimus asked, slightly amused.
"You wouldn't be here if you or Prowl had bothered to listen to me before." Hot Rod frowned. Yes, he was holding a grudge. But he couldn't help it.
"Perhaps not, but we weren't aware of Wreckers having a civilization similar to Praxians." Optimus replied.
"Did you know we used to have a city? A whole slagging city, full of nothing but families and their livlihoods." Hot Rod informed the Prime. "A city that was built by Kup's grandgenitors. It was a beautiful city. A beautiful city, with a beautiful Reignor, the Reignor's lovely family and no caste system." It shocked the Prime to hear that.
"Your city did not have a caste system?"
"Nope. Not a slagging one of us cared. Outsiders were forbidden, unless a Wrecker left and came back with one as their mate, or their new child. S'why Drift's a Wrecker now. Springer asked Kup." Hot Rod nodded, "No caste system. It was beautiful. The only one who could give orders were the Reignor and his family. There were no Enforcers. Everyone was an Enforcer to those who broke law. Everybody loved it. If they didn't, they were free to go into the rest of Cybertron. To the slagging Caste System that had no idea who they even were."
"I'm sensing a but." Optimus frowned.
"You're right. But, one did decide to leave. He left, but he wasn't unhappy. He went because he was a scientist and had the chance to go to a Praxian University. It shocked us all, but his sire was an Outsider, so it wasn't too shocking. So, he left. He made a friend of a high caste- the Wrecker's sire was a High Caste, apparently- and they told their friends, who told theirs and so on and so on. It got back to the Council.
"Needless to say, we were pissed that a High Caste had the balls to come to our City, dragging the Wrecker by a rope around his neck. He was upset, he pleaded with our Reignor, saying he didn't mean to. He thought he'd be able to trust the only friend he had had at the University. The High Caste bastard was a Council Member. They had others come in and take over the place. The only place they left untouched was a small two-story warehouse. They said if we refused to join them and the rest of Cybertron in the caste system, we could all go live there."
"That's horrible, Hot Rod. I had no idea…" Optimus was truly appalled at that.
"We were a peaceful city that loved our way of life. We hated the Caste System. So, naturally… with the exception of a handle, we moved into the warehouse. We made it our own. It was our haven. The Reignor and his family had a room on the second floor, the ambassador had a room there too, along with the city's head medic, communications mech, blacksmith..." Hot Rod shook his head. "My genitors died in the cross fire between the high caste bastards infiltrating our home and us defending it. I was a sparkling at the time.
"The ambassador found me later on, hiding from some high caste bullies who wanted to use me a pleasure drone. He took me to the Haven. He adopted me and his mate doted on me until her mate told her to stop. They were why I met Springer and his family. When Springer and I got older, we decided to move to the first floor, where Springer's older brother was. Left Reignor kinda sad, he had an empty nest then. His mate had offlined in the crossfire, with my genitors.
"The first floor was nice. There were two rooms. The main room was just a giant rec room, except there were no tables, no chairs. There were pillows, blankets and a small stage. The communications family loved that stage. They were the main source of entertainment. They sang mostly, but sometimes they'd get some to join them to put on a small play. We celebrated our holidays, our traditions, everything. All of that was on the first floor's main room. The second room was a small wash racks.
"That's what they're building, Optimus. They're building a Haven. A place where Wreckers can go and be themselves, instead of lying, afraid that others will make them join something they don't want to be a part of." Hot Rod said, staring Optimus in the optics. "Don't make them tear it down. It's hope for our People."
"Nobody would force any of you to-"
"Slag, Optimus! That's utter slag! Some of our mechs joined the ranks of the Autobots, defending slag they didn't give a scrap about because a high caste bastard threatened our Haven! That's the only reason you know about Wreckers! Your Wrecker unit wouldn't exist if Gravitas hadn't forced us to join your slagging-!"
"Hot Rod." Kup's voice silenced the young Ambassador to the Wreckers. Hot Rod and Optimus turned to Kup. The mech was sitting up, facing them. Hot Rod hurried to his side, afraid something was wrong.
"What's wrong? Are you okay?" Hot Rod asked, panic beginning to cloud his processor.
"I'm fine. You, however, are not." Kup stated, "Go find Springer and cool off."
"But-!"
"But nothing. Go." Kup said. Hot Rod hesitated as Optimus noted some mechs had woken up during Hot Rod's history lesson and outburst. "GO!" Hot Rod flinched before retreating out of the barracks to find Springer. Kup sighed and stood up.
"Come on." He left with Optimus.
"I was not aware of the Wreckers having a culture. I always assumed-"
"The humans say that assuming makes an ass out of you and me. I actually quite agree to it." Kup told the Prime. "And don't worry about Hot Rod. He's always been sensitive about these things."
"Would you mind telling me about the young Wrecker?"
"Who? Perc'? Not much to say. He trusted Wheeljack. Wheeljack was trustworthy. That fact always gets mistold. Wheeljack was another pity-student. That's why they became friends. Wheeljack was bullied and beaten until he told where Perceptor was from. After that, things spread through the university fast before it got to the headmaster, who told the Council. It wasn't on purpose. Many forgave Perceptor a long time ago. Nobody knows that Wheeljack's the friend, which is a good thing." Kup explained.
"I see…" Hound walked over, holding little Rebel as Silverbow(both owned by Arctapus) skipped ahead of her adopted genitor. Her genitor hesitated, obviously wanting to talk to either Kup or Optimus.
"He knows about the Wreckers." Kup nodded. Hound sighed.
"Ada, Springer's complaining that Hot Rod's pissed. What happened?"
"He spoke to Optimus." Kup shrugged. Hound stared at him.
"… No wonder he's pissed off." Hound snorted, "Silverbow, let's go. We need to make sure Rebel's all shiny and pretty for Atar." Silverbow perked and followed Hound away, grinning from audial to audial.
"Hound is your son?" Optimus asked, shocked.
"Hound is my oldest and Springer is me second. Both are from my first mate. My youngest is a sparkling, named Hot Shot. Hot Rod and I sent him with another Wrecker for protection when we all fled the planet." Kup explained.
=Springer's Office
Hot Rod paced back in forth in front of his best friend and, ironically, son-in-law. Springer watched his friend, annoyed. He was complaining to Hound over the comms that Hot Rod was pissed off and wouldn't say why. Hound stopped answering five earth minutes ago.
"Hot Rod, what did you do?" He finally asked his friend. Hot Rod glared.
"I didn't do anything!" He snapped. Springer shook his head.
"That's slag and you know it. You pissed Kup off somehow and now you're pissy 'cause he's mad at you for whatever stupid thing you did. Now just tell me what the frag you did or go be pissy somewhere else." The slightly older mech replied. Hot Rod hesitated.
"I… I talked to Optimus."
That explained everything.
"Awh geez… You should've let Kup talk to him!" Springer groaned.
"Kup should be recharging!"
"And that's part two of why Kup's fragged off at you!"
"He's not fragged off at me!"
"Slag! Every time you dote on Kup and slag when he's sparked, he gets pissy with you!" The two kept arguing, not realizing that a mini-con, Magnus, Prowl and Kup came in.
"You're sparked?" The three startled, staring at Kup. Kup, however, looked annoyed, the two continuing to bicker.
"ENOUGH!" The two startled, Springer's knees hitting his desk as he jumped. Hot Rod whirled to see who yelled, flinching when he saw it was his mate.
"A-Ada, I can-!"
"Shut up Springer. Hot Rod, I sent you here to calm down, not fight with him." Kup glared at the young Wrecker. Hot Rod flinched again.
"Satna." He murmured.
"Costna. Get." Kup said. Hot Rod started to leave, hesitating near Kup. He seemed to be fighting internally with himself, before finally deciding. He kissed Kup before leaving the office. Kup shook his head.
"I swear, you two fighting's gonna be the death of me." He told Springer. Springer smiled nervously.
"Satna, Ada." He paused, "I am allowed to call you that now, right? You did kinda tell Prime…"
"It's fine." Kup shrugged, "Prime knows more than any Outsider ever bothered to try to learn before. … Besides Wheeljack."
"Jackie's not an Outsider anymore, you can't count him." Springer snorted. He looked at the other three. Prowl looked like he was talking over the comms, which he probably was with Optimus, Magnus looked confused and the mini-con was frozen with shock and awe. "What'd you need? I was actually breaking through with that moron." He blinked. Magnus shook his head and lifted the mini-con out.
"You deal with this idiot." He dropped the mini-con and left. Prowl came back to reality shortly after, nodding to both of them, leaving. No doubt he was escorting the mini-con with Magnus. Kup handed energon to Springer, which prompted Springer to reply with another strange word, before leaving as well. Springer looked at the mini-con and sighed.
"Alright you little pit-spawn, what did you do…?"
=Rec Room
Kup sat with Bulkhead, Perceptor, Wheeljack, Hot Rod, Hound and a mech named Slyder(owned by Orian). Silverbow was with Spirit and their friends playing outside, so Hound only had Rebel with him at the time. Said sparkling was in Hot Rod's arms, Hound claiming Rebel cooled Hot Rod right down when asked.
"So… Prime knows." Hound said calmly.
"And about half the mechs in the barracks Hot Rod and I are currently staying in." Kup said. Hot Rod flinched.
"Satna, I didn't-!"
"Relax Hot Rod. I woke up before you started yelling at Prime."
"What!" Slyder gasped. Slyder had bright blue optics and purple and black armor. He was a small mech, though tall. His mate was a Wrecker that hadn't arrived yet. He shares the same barracks as Kup and Hot Rod, and had become fast friends with Kup.
"Satnaaa!" Hot Rod moaned, cuddling Rebel to his chest. Rebel giggled, kicking his tiny peds into the air as his ada's step-genitor cuddled him.
"What's that mean?" Slyder asked as Trailbreaker appeared and plucked his son right out from Hot Rod's arms.
"Hey! I was cuddling him." Hot Rod pouted. Trailbreaker merely grinned as Hound grabbed a chair for his mate to sit.
"Too bad. I get dibs since he my kid." Trailbreaker said.
"Technically, he's Hot Rod's too." Hound said, "Hot Rod's my step-genitor."
"I don't care." Trailbreaker said, content with keeping his kid. Hot Rod sulked as the rest of the table laughed.
"Anyways… Satna means "I'm Sorry." Perceptor explained.
"What about Costna?" Prowl approached and joined them. "You said it to Hot Rod in Springer's office."
"Forgiven. The whole term is Costna daLa. Forgiven Forgotten." Wheeljack said, grinning under his facemask. "Percy's been teaching me since we were friends in the university."
"Yes, and it's Costna deLa. Not daLa." Perceptor chuckled, "You're getting better though."
"How do you say the Wrecker motto?" Trailbreaker asked, "Hound hasn't told me yet."
"Wreck e Rite." Hot Rod said.
"I think he means the one for the Wrecker Army, not that one." Hound chuckled.
"Eh?" Slyder asked, confused.
"Wreck e Rite is Wreck and Rule." Bulkhead translated, "We don't have the other one in our language."
"Mostly because we don't have the word riot in our language." Kup clarified.
"You don't?" The three "outsiders" looked stunned.
"We never fought with ourselves. The only riot we had was the one started by the High Castes." Hot Rod frowned. Wheeljack and Perceptor flinched.
"I'm sorry, I didn't-!" They both started, but Kup shook his head, silencing them.
"Costna deLa." He told them, "Besides, technically it wasn't either of your faults. It was the high caste aft that tortured Wheeljack."
"What?" Hot Rod and Bulkhead looked stunned.
"I didn't tell! Perceptor was my only friend, we were the only low castes in the university. I went to go to class and someone started beating me, demanding I tell them where Perceptor was from, since they couldn't tell." Wheeljack flinched, "I told them when they started carving on my face…" One of his servos went to his facemask.
"That's why…?" Prowl looked horrified.
"Yes. It's why I wear the facemask. So nobody else can torture me like that." Wheeljack said bitterly.
"Don't let those kinds of wounds from the past keep you bitter, Wheeljack. It'll make you have a temper like Hot Rod." Kup said, teasing his mate.
"Hey! I don't have a temper!" Hot Rod started sulking again. The group laughed, Wheeljack smiling softly. The engineer had a feeling that "Costna deLa" was as much of a Wrecker motto as Wreck and Rule. He swore to hold on to it.
==TBA
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