A present for Becki ~3


Light spilled haphazardly out over the room as the sun began to set. BigBlue sighed tiredly and sat in his favorite chair. It was the one he had used most often when he was Head Enforcer on the colony. LastLine was nice enough to let him have it as a forced retirement gift. Even after a few stellar cycles it was still as comfortable as the day he first sat in it. He reclined and went over the usual bills for his place and a couple of data pads on current events. He was pleased to see the colony thriving. The Praxian set the many data pads aside for now. He wanted to enjoy the sunset form the expansive window. He smiled to himself, the scene of the growing colony warming his spark. He felt it wasn't too long ago he'd inherited quite the mess from his predecessor, and now his own successor was aiding its continued growth.

His musings were interrupted by the sound of the door opening and small pede-steps sounding. He felt a familiar warmth bloom in his spark as Pathfinder greeted him, optics twinkling at him cheerily when he turned to see him. The mini-seeker glowed with happiness, which wasn't unusual on a good day. Blue returned his smile with his own. "A good day at the shop?" He asked, watching as the small jet put his things in their usual place. "As always ….. Flywheel really knows his way around a rotary buffer. I'm glad he and Chaser finished therapy. They make such a cute couple…" Pathfinder said, though he sounded distant, distracted. His optics seemed to see past everything, except BigBlue. He hurried over and settled in his lap, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his chin. The larger mech chuckled. "Someone is in a good mood. What happened?" His inquiry echoed over their Bond, gentle and warm as always. Pathfinder only nuzzled him. "Hnm, I just feel so radiant. Today was ….… is a very good day." He said softly, tracing affectionate patterns onto Blues chestplates.

Blue settled back a bit more and laid a servo over Pathfinders legs. "You know you have an annual checkup tomorrow. Not to sour your mood…" The seeker looked up and snorted. "I'm actually looking forward to it. The sooner I'm pronounced healthy, the sooner we can move on and wait until next time." He said dismissively. He glanced over and saw the datapads. "Anything interesting?" He asked, reaching over to grab one. Blue shook his head. "More of the same. " He smiled as Pathfinder leaned against him, enjoying the last vestiges of the sunset with him. He enjoyed moment like this, little gestures and tokens of affection that made his cycles all the better.


They stayed like that for several breems, enjoying each other's company before they both retired for the cycle. Pathfinder onlined early the next cycle, to see Patch. His usual check-up every other Vorn or so to make sure he was functioning at top form.

BigBlue onlined afterwards, engines rumbling as he woke. He sighed, seeing Pathfinder was already gone. Still he'd see him later in the cycle. He sat up and stretched, slowly piecing together his cycle. He had long since gotten over his little glitch. Stellar Cycles of practice and just getting used to it now put him back in his new rhythms. He'd even managed to tone down the static in his vocals to an occasionally overstressed syllable. He got off the berth and headed for a quick wash. It was nothing too extensive, but enough to make him look presentable. Once he was satisfied he dried and left his quarters to visit a few friends. It was always nice to meet up now and then to catch up.

He left the Habitation Tower, looking at the now vibrant streets. Vendors dotted the streets and hawked their wares. He walked towards the race tracks. There were now actual grand stands around the large track and banked turns. It was becoming a sport for the growing colony. Even though it was off season, plenty of bots still milled about the tracks. He approached to look for any familiar faces. After some searching he found Falsestart. The Racer was standing next to his Trinemates, looking rather pleased as he was handed credits from various bots. Frequency was logging them, a grin on his faceplate and his visor glowing happily. Crosswind was mildly amused at the spectacle. Bigblue approached the throng, interested. "Hey guys, what is going on?" He looked around in bemusement.

Falsestart chuckled, grinning at him triumphantly. "I did a mini-race and I won." He said smugly. "We're collecting out winnings…." Frequency chuckled, eyeing the winnings happily. "We have enough for a decent vacation!" He said happily. Crosswind nuzzled the Data Transporter. Bigblue gestured to them, wanting some one-on-three time with the Trine. They managed to break away and have a seat with the ex-Enforcer. Falsestart smiled at him, subspacing the credits for later. "So, how are things? Pathfinders not around, is he?" Blue shook his helm. "He has a medical exam this cycle, he'll be gone a while. How are things here?"

Frequency settled in beside the Racer. "Things are booming. We're doing very well. Falses odds are climbing every so often, and he's been placing in the top three in the last couple of major races. Spinner thinks he'll win his first cup soon!" He said proudly. Falsestart looked rather proud himself. "I just gotta focus. Not sure what it is but knowing Frequency and Cross are watching just makes me drive harder…"

Bigblue smiled, putting his right pede on his left knee joint and relaxing on the stands. "Glad to see you're doing well. I've had some trepidation since leaving the force. It's good to have such notions dispelled now and again." He said before leaning forward. "You three got any plans soon? I hear it will be your anniversary in a Joor…."

Frequency nodded excitedly. "We have plans of course. Just need a few things before we can get ready. It's going to be amazing." He said wistfully. Crosswind laid a servo over his, giving an affectionate squeeze. The enforcer felt a little jealous. His anniversary with Pathfinder wasn't until even more Joors. "I wish the best for you. I should get going. I wanted to tour the colony today while Pathfinder was out." False jumped up and threw a hug onto him. "Alright! Say 'hi' to him for us will you?"

BigBlue chuckled and nodded. "Of course." With that he nodded to the two larger fliers and left to leave the race tracks. He walked back towards the colony. Not much of a walk considering how much it had grown. He spotted Juggernaut leaving the mines. He was dirty and looking tired, but he had a smile on his faceplates. The former tank had long since removed his battle mask. He looked less fearsome without it, but he figured he wanted a quieter life. Looking less intimidating did not mean he was less capable in a fight. He waved to Blue and shuffled on, most likely to meet Apex for a quick wash.

Further along he could see Diggers' Bar. It was now had a night club underneath it. You couldn't hear the normally pounding music due to the expert soundproofing. It was a real popular place, and the competition was getting fierce. No longer were there any sub-standard bars in the main walks of town. They had all but gone chased out. Though the slinky place he'd taken pathfinder to many times before remained their favorite. Quiet and out of the way, it was perfect for them.

Still ahead he could see his trading post. It was closed for now, as it was his off day. But he was happy he could have found something to occupy his time. It had been hard leaving the Enforcers. He'd grown moody and irritable, and Primus bless Pathfinders patience. It had ultimately been Prototype who'd suggested opening it. From their first encounters when he had exchanged the more salvageable scrap. It was hard but honest work. And the two microbots are just as hard workers as him. Of course Prototype still had his tinkering going on with Diffuser. He was amazing at balancing his time between his job, his hobby and his lover. Blue was glad he and Wolframite found each other. The little miner had been his friend for many Vorns.

His musings were interrupted by Voyager streaking across the streets in Alt. Mode, followed closely by her 'gestalt'. Bait, Obstructor, and Shotglass stuck to the triple-changer like welding slag. The four of them were as close friends as friends could be, and it was driving everyone crazy. Especially Lastline, whom he could see racing after the group, yelling loudly and looking different in a rather flattering shade of lilac. Blue shook his helm with a smile. Those four always got into trouble, especially when Guidelines was in town and Voyager rejoined them. While Shotglass was the eldest among them, Voyager was quickly becoming the instigator. He was sure it was giving Guidelines grey paint. Diffuser was a little more lenient with their daughter, but it only went so far.

He altered his course of wandering to avoid the quartet of troublemakers and walked back around the colony. He took his time to enjoy the familiar sights as well as the new ones. Speaking of old sights, the Autobot ship, the A.D.S Celestia, was docked just on the outskirts of the colony. He could see Guidelines walking back towards the ramp with his Bondmate. It was sweet seeing them be publicly affectionate, though it was exceedingly rare that even know Guidelines would drop his guard as much.

He continued on, doubling back towards home when he received a ping from Pathfinder. Eagerly he assumed his alt. mode and hurried home to see him. He felt the same radiant happiness as he had the previous cycle. When he finally arrived at his quarters, Pathfinder was looking out the large window, wings and winglettes perked high and a wistful, placid expression on his faceplates. Noticing Blue was home he turned and beamed at him. "Blue come here, I have good news…"

Bigblue nodded and walked over, only to be pulled down into a kneeling position by the minibot. Puzzled, he said nothing until Pathfinder hugged him tightly, pressing the largers helm into his midsection. "Um, Pathfinder….." "Shhh. You'll spoil the moment." He said, quieting the Praxian. Blue sighed and went with it, letting himself relax against the other and listen to the soothing pulse of the others spark. It was a bit different than normal though, it was pulsing erratically? Almost as if there was something upsetting its rhythm. But the extra pulses sounded different, almost like they were …. smaller? He frowned, about to ask what was wrong and how could this be good news when it clicked. He pulled back in shock and surprised, looking up at the seeker with awe at the realization. "You mean…?!" Pathfinder nodded, optics twinkling happily before he leaned down to kiss him, whispering in soft, jovial tones.

"That's right Blue. You're gonna be a Sire…."