Prowl gripped onto the data pad he held in his hand, and kept a neutral expression on his face. He looked around and studied the faces of the senate members trying to see their reactions. The black and white mechaforensics member wanted to know if any of the members have even heard about the published data pad.
"We might have a revolutionary member trying to convince the planet about some non-sense. It's completely irrational." He stated after turning off the data pad and setting it neatly on the desk in front of him making sure the edges of the data pad were parallel with the edges of the desk.
A bright green and slim mech stood up and looked directly at Prowl. "You have no reason to stand up and talk. You're just some mechaforensics member trying to move up in the world, but I think you forgot the fact that Primus gave you a function. Don't deviate."
Nova Prime cleared his throat and looked at the green mech causing him to brighten his optics and sit back down quickly scared of what the Prime might say. "I invited him here. He's a smart young mech. And I, myself, am curious about this." He looked over at the confident black and white mechaforensics member standing proudly near the back of the room. "Tell the room how you came across this writing."
Prowl nodded and searched his memory files to get a more than accurate description of what happened. "Tumbler and I were on a routine call. An aged mech found offlined near a small bar. We assumed it was a bar fight gone wrong, but to be sure, I requested that Tumbler do a full autopsy. Once we did so, we discovered numerous data pads in his subspace. So I quickly-"
"-What was this mech made for, and what was his occupation?" The green mech stood up again interrupting once more.
"He turned into a tank and was a miner." Prowl answered trying to hide his annoyance.
"Why should we care about some miner? They are of no useful benefit in this court." The green mech frowned while making a weak point.
Prowl sighed and had to bite his glossa from snapping or talking back. "My occupation, as you all know, is in mechaforensics. We evaluate and solve ALL crimes that happen within our city-state limits. My team has a 99.92137 percent solve rate. I can look at 800 pieces of shattered glass or moving objects and calculate their exact point in which there were shattered in only point eight two three seconds. Also, my partner is extremely intelligent and he knows what he's doing. So for me to be asked to be here and bring this topic up, must count for something. I see hundreds upon thousands of deaths every single solar year, but this offline was very odd. To find at least two dozen copies of the same data pad in his subspace. To have a data pad about that topic. To have dozens of them about that single topic."
The green mech frowned. "And that topic might be?" He asked not impressed.
"He wants a revolution. He wants to take down the senate and destroy the functionists."
Prowl arrived at his habitation suite in the tall complex and sighed loudly in disappointment. Tumbler opened the door and greeted him smiling under his mouth plate. "Prowl."
Prowl nodded and stepped into their shared habitation suite. "Tumbler." He greeted back and leaned against the door and slumped his frame while frowning.
Tumbler gently raised a hand and put it on his shoulder. "How did it go?" He asked while using his thumb to gently massage circles on the edges of his plating.
Prowl tossed his helm forward and groaned. "It was a complete disaster. I brought up the data pad and its contents and they all laughed. Taking down the senate? Some miner taking down the senate?" He dropped his shoulders. "I've been running equations and calculating them all day in my head. I predict there is a thirteen point seven five two four percent chance of a group of miners revolting."
Tumbler nodded along showing him that he was paying attention. "Was Nova Prime there?"
Prowl nodded. "He seemed… fake." He responded truthfully. "I know he is our Prime, but I've been running calculations about that as well in my head. I don't think he is the most trust worthy Prime we've ever had, but he is a spectacular leader."
Tumbler nodded in agreement. "Well, you know more about this stuff than I do."
Prowl sighed again and stood up dragging his feet over to a couch where he could bend back and relax on after this long day. Tumbler smiled under his face plate and sat right next to the black and white mech. Tumbler looked up at him and tried not to frown.
Prowl and Tumbler were more than friends for sure, but Tumbler wasn't quite sure what exactly they were. Were they lovers? Or just real good friends? These questions rolled in and out of his processor from time to time.
Prowl looked down at Tumbler and parted his lip plates thinking about possibilities of future cases they might encounter the next day. Simultaneously, he studied the curvature of Tumbler's face plating committing every curve—yes, he even calculated the mathematical equations for their curves and saved them—and also, every color to his memory banks.
The forensics expert reached up to touch Prowl's lips. "I'm so jealous." He whispered out tracing his lip plates.
Prowl couldn't help but brighten his optics in surprise from the sudden comment. "Why is that?"
The scientist inched closer and spoke softly, "Your mouth is so perfect." Letting his fingers off his face plates, he inched even closer almost to the point where he was sitting on the younger mech's lap. "Mine is a couple steps up from a basic intake. Nothing special about that."
Something inside of Prowl told him to act, but his strong rationality programming was warning him from getting to close to his work partner, but he couldn't help but calculating the risk of them leaving each other, and no matter what he inputted, he knew they weren't going to last. But his spark, it wanted Tumbler. It told him to disobey his powerful processor and follow his instincts, but he didn't want to risk anything.
The older mech reached up and cupped Prowl's cheeks and used the other hand to run his fingers down his red helm chevron. "I mean, I feel so… I feel so poorly made when I'm around you. You were given this spectacular frame, and you don't put it to good use."
Prowl couldn't help but press his lip plates in a thin line. He was devoting his whole processing system to give him a mathematical calculation on exactly what was going on at the time, but he couldn't help but have an urge to turn off his advanced mathematical programming and spend quality time looking at the older mech.
The other mech smirked under his mask and decided to take a chance. He look one hand and ran it down one of his door wings extracting a sharp gasp from the black and white mech. "I know how sensitive these things are." He whispered out while pressing his thumb into a loose cabling near the base and gently massing it. "I know how to make you feel good Prowl." His words were confident and cool. "Please. Let me love you." The younger mech nodded quickly and quivered under his touches.
Tumbler nodded and pushed Prowl down onto the couch, but Prowl quickly objected and winced as his door wings bent a little farther than it should have. Tumbler quickly apologized and looked at the ground. "Berth is too far and your wings are too wide for the couch." He pointed to the cold metal floor and looked into Prowl's optics a little too serious for his usual nature.
Prowl mumbled and dragged his aft off the couch and sat on the floor. Tumbler nodded in approval and pushed him down so his door wings lay comfortably by his sides. The older mech ran his hands up and down Prowl's beautifully sculpted body and tugged on some visible cabling, his smirk widening under his mask. Feeling Tumbler's hands all over him made him feel appreciated, but he couldn't shake the feeling about all the calculations not adding up. Why didn't they talk about this? Why did he even allow this? Why is this so awkward? Why is this so sudden? He was shocked back into his senses when Tumbler pulled on some sensitive cables tucked behind his door wings.
"Tumbler…" He breathed out softly almost barely audible to the audios. He offlined his optics and felt his hands expertly nip, tug, and massage cables all the way from his helm to his waist.
"Yes Prowl?" Tumbler asked while massaging his hips with his thumbs getting closer to his midsection with every passing second. He stopped and looked up at Prowl barely noticing his parted quivering lips. Tumbler smirked and ran a hand across his valve cover and quickly brought it back up and cupped the younger mechs face plates.
"Stop!" Prowl onlined his optics and looked up at Tumbler. "I-I-I'm not ready for this! For us!" The mech stood up and marched away not wanting to deal with anything at that moment.
Prowl's internal alarms woke him up from his recharge and he groggily yawned while onlining his optics. He stretched his body and looked around to find an empty room. His empty room. The second in command dismissed the memory surge he had in his so called dream and sat up on his berth.
Putting a hand to his helm, he groaned remembering Tumbler, or now called Chromedome. He used to love him, but after the war started to escalate, they had to go their separate ways. Maybe Prowl took it a bit too hard, but he couldn't help but become angry at the mere thought of him.
He swung his legs across the berth and jump out sighing preparing for his long day.
