Prime Blood~ Swiped Away: Intro….
GI+ Animated+ Movie = Prime Blood Universe. Starts off rated T but will move to M and get sticky later. Bots turn human, humans turn bots. Sparklings included. Oh, gave too much away? Well had to give you a tease. On with the show.
"SO I wanted an upgrade, Sue me!"
"But we're twins!"
"JUST because we are twins DOESN'T mean we have to do EVERYTHING together!" The thrust of his hands indicating their current incarceration. With that Sideswipe huffed and turned his back on his yellow Lamborghini brother in the neighboring cell of the Lushun jail.
"'Side's…" The yellow one pleads. The red mech brings his palms up and turns off his audio sensors. So the yellow brother tries pounding through their bond, Sideswipe, please…
What he gets back is a shove in their bond and then a solid wall blocking their link. Sideswipe makes one last out loud comment. It is said in 100% seriousness and in a low warning, "When or if we get out of this, it's time we went our separate ways."
Sunstreaker is shocked. The last time he heard this tone was when Sideswipe had to tell him their sire had been taken as a POW. Sideswipe wasn't kidding around and it hurt. Badly.
The yellow, slightly younger brother, scooted to the other end of the berth as far away from his twin as possible leaving the red one to sulk in silence.
Left to his thoughts, Sunstreaker is trying to figure out how the plan for the ultimate heist went horribly wrong. Over and over again his plan had be flawless. Except for one tiny thing: the witness was color blind. He had picked out Sideswipe as the culprit and not Sunstreaker. The ensuing fist fight between the brothers had landed them both in jail. And Sideswipe not getting the intel Prime wanted. And his cover blown. And the femme he was trying to impress laughing at him. And… and… and….
And his brother breaking up their partnership. Oh, Sunstreaker felt like the gunk that floats on the top of the slag pile. Or the stuff that settles to the bottom of a pond. Or…
Sideswipe on the other hand is trying to figure out how he had let his brother tag along on this mission. It was one of the few he did alone. A chance to prove himself to Prime. A chance to show he was not a jokester and a playbot every second of the day. A chance to prove he really was a warrior in his own right.
The plan had been flawless. Except for one tiny detail. Sunstreaker wanted to play the tables and asked if he could hitch a ride. Sideswipe figured it would add to his cover. Yeah, until Sunstreaker decide to con a conartist. And then got Swipe pegged by some blind dolt right in front of his contact. And his contact ran, and… and… and…
He loved his brother, but this was just too much. His brother as going to be the death of his career if he didn't grow up quick. He dropped the bond-block just long enough to send out one small burst of brotherly affection, and then slammed it back up again.
Sunstreaker lifted his head for a second receiving the burst, and then dropped his head to his knees to silently sob. What was he going to do without his brother? Without 'Sides there was no 'Streaker. Right? Please Primus don't let this happen.
~~~ A couple hours later, Prowl showed up. He said not a word to the twin mechs. He just handed over the credits to the bailiff, and the cell doors were released. He honestly expected some kind of excuse. All he got was one very mature answer from the red one, "Sir, I'm sorry you were called." He stuck his hands out waiting for the SIC to place him in stasis cuffs and be installed into the Autobot shuttle brig.
Prowl just gaped at the mech waiting for the joke, but none came. He looked to the yellow one. His head hung so low, Prowl thought it was going to drag on the floor. Instead he said nothing and just lead the way out of the jail. Sunstreaker followed Sideswipe out both remained silent.
~~ Once on board the shuttle, and it was on it's way, driven by Springer, Sideswipe came to Prowl. "May I speak to you alone, sir."
Prowl's optic ridges perked at Sideswipe being so polite and mature. Prowl lead him to a the cargo bay, seeing how this was a small transport. He holds up his had, "I don't want to hear any excuses."
Sideswipe latches his hands behind his back, "I'm not going to give you any. I punched my brother repeatedly. I admit it. Fully. What I am asking - and I know I have not right to request anything- but if I may…. I would like to be put on a mission as far from my brother as possible. We need distance."
Prowl's jaw openly gapes. Could the universe just have been rend in two? "Say- say that again?"
Sideswipe is quite firm and clear, "I need to be as far from my brother as possible. Our partnership is over. It's time we lived our lives separately. I need a break from our bond and distance will help a lot. Please, Prowl. I'm begging you."
Prowl sinks down onto a crate still in complete shock. Splitting the Lambo-twins was like splitting atoms. Not easy and with explosive results. Probably easier to turn the universe inside out. But looking at the red mech's optics he could see he was worn, frustrated and tired. "Does he know?"
Sideswipe thrusts a finger into his chest, "This is MY life. And I want to live it. If he can't deal with it, tough!"
Prowl leans forward with a tone much like his Master Yokitron, "Sideswipe, you have a bond-"
Grinding his teeth, "That has been stretched and pushed too far. And before one of us makes a deadly mistake or really does something really stupid where real people get hurt…" He sighs heavily dropping his helm into his palms, "I love him but we need a break." He mutters even softer into his palms, "Can you help us, Prowl? Just ask Prime."
Prowl reaches out and puts a warm palm on the younger mech's helm, "The worst he can say is no."
Sideswipe doesn't move, "No the worst he could do is put us on another mission together." Prowl has nothing to add to that.
Earth: Modern Day: New York:
Chapter 1
The silver grey suit walks into the glassed in office building. No he strides. No that's not right either. He glides into the building. The six foot -four inch polished cotton silver pin stripped three piece suit commands attention. His tie of silver/white matches perfectly with his stock of sliver/white soft, yet professionally cut hair. His age could be anywhere between mid-forties to early sixties. A very misleading appearance, yet very handsome. Not a hair or thread is out of place. The way he carries himself hasn't been seen in these parts in a very long time. The knees barely bend as he approaches. The soft leather grey shoes don't make a sound. The security-receptionist swallows hard as he stands before her desk.
He looks down at her. She can see his face clearly now. He has a long narrow face with a prominent chin, a narrow aristocratic pointed nose. The eyes maybe behind very expensive rectangular sliver glasses but they still narrow in on her eyes. His gaze at her demands attention. His head is erect and proud. At first it looks like a stance of arrogance. No, she's seen this stance before in history books and very old tapestries. He places his long fingered hands on the high thick glassed counter in front of her and intertwines them. This is the stance seen in a Scottish lord. He is used to being in control… command. He looks like a man who does not deal with insubordination. No one questions his orders. If they do, he handles them personally.
She tries to sound in control of this lobby, but her voice wavers, "May I help you?"
He smiles knowing his presence has unsettled her. Just what he wanted. Her partner at her back quickly whirls around. In all her years, Carla has never heard Casey's voice waver. Carla gasps when she sees the tall silver grey presence before them. He throws her off-guard too.
His gleaming smile widens more at Carla's gasp. "Dr. Dolce'," he says ever so smoothly. Just as smooth as his gate. It commands in a soft firm voice.
Casey gets her wits together quickly, "Do you have an appointment?"
He doesn't move, "I do now."
She narrows her own gaze. Sooth as silk he maybe, but if she lets the Silver Lord up with out Dr. Dolce's approval, she could kiss her career good-bye. He sees she isn't going to budge. He likes this one. She follows orders. Unfortunately, not his. He ever so smoothly reaches into his inside breast pocket and with drawls a card with two fingers. It is a white business card. He presents it to Casey with the same two fingers, "He will see me."
She takes the card from his fingers. When her simple manicured fingers graze his, she feels a warm chill go through her body. She takes the card and examines it. It's just a white card with a silver embossed mask on it. No name. She looks at the back. Just the reverse impression from the front. No other identifying marks. She looks back up at him extremely curious. Who is this Silver Lord before her?
He flicks a single finger at her computer, "Just show him the card. He will see me." Then he looks up and faces the security camera directly behind the security desk. He wants Dolce' to clearly see his face. He isn't hiding. He's challenging Dolce'.
Casey follows the advice. She scans the card and knows it will show up on Dolce's phone as an instant message. Not more than twenty seconds go by and a solid click is heard to the left. There is also a ping heard at the security desk.
Casey reads the instant message. She is to escort the Grey Suit to Dolce's private office. Casey stands up and comes around the desk. She sticks a hand out to direct him to the hidden panel that has parted. But the Silver Lord puts an arm to his waist and bows ever so slightly. His body language states it all medieval style, Ladies first. She does as he asks and leads the way.
They enter a private elevator. She puts her thumb to the finger print controlled panel and the door slides shut. He doesn't look at her. Nervous is not in his vocabulary. But she is nervous standing next to this Silver Lord. Whoever this guy is who can just stride in and instantly get an audience with Dr. Dolce', certainly demands some respect and attention.
The elevator dings that it has reached it's destination. Now the Silver Suit steps back and glances at her. She looks up at him. His gaze reveals nothing. She steps off first into Dr. Dolce's private office which is also a secret laboratory. Casey has only been in here a few times. Every time, it was frightening what she found.
The Silver Suit follows behind her. She hears it but doesn't believe it. She hears the sha-wing of a sword being drawn. She whirls around in time to see the tip of the sword coming from his trouser pocket. With a flick of his wrist the sword extends to a full four foot length and the hilt flicks out to the sides. A massive switch blade. She pulls her Glock from the small of her back and aims it at the Silver Lord. He doesn't even pay attention to her but bends his knees ready to strike. His eyes are locked on his target: Dr. Dolce.
But Dolce doesn't even seem phased. He leans back against his desk. He even has the arrogance to cross his arms over his chest and cackle. "Sideswipe, put that away. Let's talk."
Sideswipe motions to Casey to leave. Instead, she steps between Dolce and Sideswipe. Dolce' snickers, "Casey, Sideswipe will remove your head before you can sneeze. It would be best to return to the front desk."
"Sir?" she questions his safety.
"Sideswipe won't do anything to me. He knows I have him right where I want him."
Sideswipe smiles grimly and sets the point of the sword to the carpet in between his feet. Then he places both hands on the top of the hilt. "Really? I believe it is the other way around."
"You are the one trapped in my office."
"You are the one with a target painted on your chest."
"And you think you will execute the final shot. You are clearly mistaken, my dear Autobot."
Casey straightens up. She is very confused. She has heard in filtered conversations the term Autobot. It was an enemy to Dolce's alliance with…. Oh crap! She just figured out she is directly in the line of fire between a war. Dolce laughs harder at Casey's reaction to putting it together.
"Go on, Casey. I will call you when Sideswipe is ready to leave." Casey stands up straight. She glares at the Silver Lord. He just inclines his head in a way of respect for her following her bosses orders. She heads back to the elevator. As the door is sliding shut, she sees Sideswipe remove his glasses. She could swear that she saw in the window's reflection that his eyes had an electric aqua-blue glow to them.
She quickly returns to her seat and tries to pull up the encrypted security cameras for Dolce's office. Dolce' had turned them off. Apparently what ever was going on, clearly was to be secret. Only Dolce and this Sideswipe character would ever know about the conversation.
If you read Red Star, Iron's World, Rod of Fire… aw nuts where else were they… this is Casey's beginning.
Ensuing chapters will be longer.