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Shockwave is looking sadly at Lord Megatron's finger. The index on the left servo, in fact. It has two red painted bands, exactly the same shade as his optics, and are exactly the same size with no smudges at all. How utterly typical of a seeker. So very obsessed with how it looks.

Granted, if he had painted the bands on Lord Megatron, he would have done the same. Possibly a proper Decepticon purple as well.

"Why did you wish to see me so soon after my last mission, My Lord?" Shockwave is kneeling, as he always does for his master. He would not dream of not showing the proper respect for lord Megatron. Even after he bonded with a treacherous seeker slut.

Megatron strokes a finger-not the one with paint-down Shockwave's antler, making the bot shudder with pleasure. "I have another mission for you. One that I am certain you will be happy to take."

He shifts a tiny bit, "Yes, My Liege?"

A datapad is slipped into his servo, and he recognizes it as the one he got with Sedan. "You are to track down a missing sparkling that was cruelly stolen from the creator that sparked it. Taken from his chamber and sold."

His servos shake, looking through the datapad quickly, and comprehension and anger reaching a full bloom when he reaches the large price tag on an unmarked section that does not elaborate what it was for. "Is this the only information, Lord Megatron?"

"The only information on that pad, yes. I am certain you notice that the credit payment went through a foreign bank. The other creator is not a native of Micro, and you will have better luck searching for him or her on another planet."

Him. No femme would ever dream of leaving a sweet-sparked mech like Sedan behind. And they would certainly never steal a sparkling this way. Sparking after a forced merge was so rare, that even though Sedan had made the offer to him, Shockwave had been certain that his little minibot could have never sparked from it.

But he had. And there was a little minibot sparkling out there somewhere that belonged to Shockwave now.

He stands up, "Yes, my Lord, I'll get to work right away." He steps out of the throne room, ignoring as his leader tugs Starscream into his lap and how the seeker doesn't protest it at all. He heads straight to his room, since he needs to work on gathering his essentials, and tell Sedan he's leaving again. He isn't sure if he should tell his little bot what he's doing; not wanting to get his hopes up if the poor sparkling is offline.

When he steps in, Sedan is curled up in Shockwave's normal chair, covered in a heating blanket and sitting on a comfy metal mesh to cushion his armor. His little bot looks up from the datapad he was reading, "Shockwave? I thought you were with Lord Megatron."

He drops to his knees beside the chair to get optic-level with Sedan. "Our Lord has given me a new mission, Sweetspark. I am not certain how long it will take me away from you." Long enough that he will need to have a bot look in on Sedan from time to time to make sure he is still doing well. Hopefully not long enough to require him to have other mechs take care of Sedan.

They might use his minibot to sate themselves if he does that.

Then again, if Megatron is willing, Sedan would be in safe servos with his leader.

Sedan tilts his head and makes a grabby gesture at him, so he leans down and lets his little bot yank him by the antlers into a kiss. "You'll stay safe? Come back to me undamaged?"

He smiles, flicking his glossa in and running along his little bots dente as he says, "If everything goes to plan, I will be very safe, and I will have something wonderful for you."

Sedan pulls away, licking his adorable lips with a dim visor, "Want to tell me what it is, or is it a secret?"

He hums softly, rubbing his little bots audio nubbins thoughtfully, "I just think that you'll like it more if I show you when I bring it."

"I will wait for your return." Sedan kisses him again. "Will you have me stay with any other bots?"

Shockwave strokes his back. "Only if Lord Megatron requests your presence. You will go to him, or whichever bots he orders you to go to. Otherwise, you will be more than happy here. The dispenser is keyed in to you, and no bots can enter my room without permission. You will be safe here."

If the sparkling is not. . . if the sparkling is no longer online, Shockwave will never speak of it to his minibot, and will pick up one of the most expensive cleaning drone pets available instead. It will be a poor substitute that will never match the warmth and vibrancy of a sparkling, but it will offer his love some company until they can conceive a sparkling for themselves.

Sedan settles back in the chair, giving him a shy smile, "I look forward to seeing you when you return." The little bot kisses his claws, "Try to hurry back to me."

He kisses his little bot on the mouth, "Of course, Sweetspark. I plan on going as fast as I can." He doesn't want the sparkling to be stuck with whatever bots have it. He wants the poor thing with him and Sedan, who will take care of it correctly. Raise it as a proper Decepticon.

He kisses his Sweetspark again and again, and ends up interfacing with him before finally working up the willpower to leave. Tucking Sedan in on the berth with the best heating blanket he has, Shockwave kisses the bots forehead and takes his leave.

He will have that sparkling soon.


It was not soon at all. Shockwave had needed to trace a damnably long trail of hidden credit transfers and even after locating the bots involved, had needed to hunt down their current location.

It had taken nearly a decacycle, but he is now standing outside the large homestead of the bot responsible for raping his Sweetspark and stealing his sparkling. Shockwave flexes his claws. He is looking forward to this part.

They are a pair of neutral cyclebots that are mainly known for the fact that they have a minibot sparkling. The fact that it is a minibot makes Shockwave's spark pulse in joy, since it shows that Sedan's minibot CNA is more prominent and will almost make it a certainty that any they spark together will be minibots. Not that he won't treat this one like one of his own. He loves all minibots, and it doesn't matter that this one was sparked by someone else, it is his now.

He skulks into the house, searching for where the sparkling could be. He doesn't want the poor little thing hurt when he takes care of the bot that raped his Precious. He'll be leaving the other cyclebot be, however. That bot was the one that had demanded the buying and there is actual recording of him yelling that he doesn't want a sparkling raised as a whorebot, not when they can't save the other creator.

Any bot that tried to save his Precious can't be too terrible, he supposes.

But the other cyclebot sickens him. The best he can say for that one is that he never raised a servo against the sparkling. But he can't be sure if that's just because the sparkling is barely old enough to toddle, much less doing more than crawl. He is not willing to let a bot that beat his bot go unpunished, though.

The sparklings room is decorated in soft colors, designed to be comfortable to new optics. The little thing is curled up on a sparkling berth, with a large safety rail around the edge to keep him from falling off if he rolls in his recharge. Bright red optics stare up at Shockwave, and the sparkling makes a tiny, inquisitive noise. The little mechling has grey paint, with streaks of gold and blue for accents. And he's so slagging tiny.

So small.

Shockwave reaches in to the crib and tickles the sparkling's chin, making the little bot giggle with glee. Oh. Oh, his spark throbbed with joy at that, and it was hard not to just take the sparkling and go now. He didn't want to leave him in this berth.

But no. He had to punish the cyclebot first.

Petting the sparkling's tiny little audio nubs, he walks out of the room to search for the bot. The first cyclebot he sees is Sparkride, the one that carried the sparkling. He passes him by, since that one is not the one he's hunting. It takes him a little bit of systematic searching, but he finds Nitroburst in a study room.

The cyclebot is glaring at a comconsole, muttering under his ventings something too low to hear. It is most likely going to turn into fullblown raging soon, since Shockwave had cut all access to any com systems in the entire house. The bot won't even be able to send a text to his formerly Autobot lover in the living room.

Which is good, because he doesn't want to be interrupted.

If the bot comes to try to save Nitroburst, then he'd have to take care of him, too.

Shockwave hums to himself, softly enough that Nitroburst won't hear it, and he slips into the room. The door slides shut behind him, and Nitroburst grunts, not bothering to look up from the console.

"Fragging thing is broken again, Sparkride." He slaps a palm against the side of it, succeeding in nothing at all as the screen stays dark. "I told you the fragging thing wasn't good enough, but you said it'd work just fine and-" he looks up, and freezes in place. "You're not Sparkride."

Shockwave smiles brilliantly, not that the other bot can see it at all. "What a brilliant observation. I am, indeed, not your lover. I am also not the minibot that you abused and stole a sparkling from, but I have come on his behalf."

The bot takes a step away, not completely stupid, "Y-you're Shockwave!"

He looms closer, letting his size and intimidating appearance work for him, "It is good that you can correctly identify high ranking Decepticons." His claws draw up threateningly, "You beat and raped a minibot, then stole away his sparkling without trying to save him. Even as your lover pleaded and begged to help."

Nitroburst gives him a nervous look, hitting the desk as he tries to move away, "I... I couldn't afford him. He was just too expensive."

"Lies," Shockwave hisses at him, slowly moving towards him, cornering him against the desk. "You called him a worthless whorebot and demanded that Sparkride carry the sparkling because you refused. You made no attempt to purchase him." Rage builds in him like a fire, and when it's blazing, he slams the bot down on the desk. The bot springs an oil leak in fear, and Shockwave feels a grim sort of amusement about that. "You are very lucky that his sparkling is alive, or I would have had longer to . . . amuse myself with you."

He takes as much time as he can spare ripping the bot apart. He saves the spark in a small container that he had acquired from Oil Slick before he had left, he had promised the bot a live spark in payment, and he is all for this bot being used in the sciencebot's experiments. Slipping it in his subspace, he heads out of the room and to where the sparkling is.

When he gets there, Sparkride is holding the tiny mech in his lap, reading a datapad to him lovingly. The cyclebot is even doing voices in the reading, while encouraging laughter and as much back and forth a bot so young can do. He's slightly torn on what to do. He'd planned on just taking the tiny bot and leaving.

This complicates matters.

Shockwave stops in front of the bot, who looks up, expecting to see his lover. He makes a soft sound at the energon-drenched sight of Shockwave, and Sparkride curves his arms protectively around the sparkling, turning away to shield him with his body. "Shockwave! I," he scrabbles away, and the sparkling starts to cry from being held too tightly, "I don't have any information. I'm not an Autobot anymore, I swear!"

"I am not here for information. Give me the sparkling." He holds out his servos, waiting to see what Sparkride will do.

"No!" the bot cries out, backing up against the wall, sparkling held tight in his arms. "You can't take Glider!" He raises his voice to a shout, "Nitroburst! Nitro, help me!"

He reaches over, one claw on the bot in a fairly gentle way, "He isn't going to be able to help you. Give me the sparkling, Sparkride. I only wish to return him to his creator. You should be thankful I got rid of the abusive mech you called a lover."

Sparkride gives him a confused look, trying to keep him away from Glider, "Ni-Nitro wasn't abusive."

His optic glows angrily, "He beat and raped my little bot, sparked with him, and didn't even want the sparkling when it happened."

"We couldn't afford Hotspark. He was out of the range of anything we could ever make." Sparkride flinches away from him when Shockwave touches him again. "Please, please don't take my Glider. I'll do anything you want, please don't hurt him." The minibot sparkling is still crying, and Shockwave plucks Glider from Sparkride's servos, relying on the fact that Sparkride will let go to prevent any damage from happening to his sparkling. "No," the bot whimpers, trying to grab him back.

Shockwave presses his mouth to the top of the sparklings head, cooing softly at him. "Shh. It is alright, little bot. You will be with Sedan soon." The sparkling sniffles as he presses the tiny bot against his spark. It is large enough to soothe the tiny bot just enough to quiet the crying. He turns back to the still struggling Sparkride. "He will be well taken care of."

He starts to head off when he hears a call of, "Wait!" He turns, and tilts his head as he pets little Glider softly. Sparkride holds out his arms, "He's my sparkling, too! You can't just take him from me!"

He tilts his head the other way, studying the mechs frame. He really isn't the least bit impressed by it. He has a minibot and a sparkling now. He doesn't need a terrible substitute of a small bot.

But...

He can feel the sparkling's terror at being near him, and he saw how loving the cyclebot was with little Glider. He sighs softly, "I will only allow this if you behave." Megatron is going to offline him for this. As much as it pains him to say it, at least Sparkride isn't a minibot. That and the name will really help.

There is no bot in the entire Decepticon army that could refuse a bot named Sparkride. Even Megatron would have been tempted to clip a pair of seeker wings on the bot and give him a ride before . . before he had bonded.

Sparkride nods, and falls in close to him, reaching up again, "Please, give him back to me. He's not used to other mechs holding him."

He refuses to put the sparkling down, or let any other bot hold him right now. Not when Glider is so tiny and small and perfect. Instead, he scoops up Sparkride, and then allows the mech to hold his sparkling. "You will not be rude to Sedan in any way. This is his sparkling. If you deny him that, I will offline you."

The cyclebot nuzzles Glider lovingly, "Our sparkling. I will not deny Sedan anything. I wanted him to help raise little Glider with us, anyway."

Another reason why he's letting the bot come with. If he had been just as distasteful as Nitroburst, he'd have just offlined the bot when he'd first saw him. "I know."

Sparkride looks up at him for a moment before dropping his head, "I... I wish you weren't doing this. Nitro may not have been the most ... caring of creators, but he tried."

"He raped my sweet minibot and beat him. He deserved the offlining he earned." Shockwave tickles Glider, and the minibot makes a hesitant half-giggle. "You will not mention him to Sedan. I do not want to upset him." Shockwave studies the cyclebot for a klik, carrying him towards his ship. "You will also take a frame reformat if you choose to stay with me. I will allow you one stellar cycle to make your choice. You may leave at that point, join another Decepticon, or accept reformat into a new frame."

The cyclebot shudders but nods, "To a minibot frame, I suppose."

Shockwave smiles, "Yes. I'd like that quite a bit. We could keep your coloring, and get you a nice new helmet." His claws draw along the cyclebot's head, "I'd even give you little horns."

Sparkride offlines his visor, "I'd like to know what kind of lover you are before I make any decisions at all."

"And I have no intention of interfacing you unless you are in a minibot frame." Shockwave steps into his ship, setting it on autopilot before taking the cyclebot and sparkling into the berthroom. "You will open your sparkplates now and allow me to inspect your code for any viruses or other dangerous traps you may be concealing. I will not take any risks." Shockwave takes Glider again, amazed by how fragging tiny the little bot is. Even smaller than Scalpel.

Sparkride gives him an unhappy look, plates unlocking, "Are you going to be hacking me into compliance?"

He tickles his adorable little sparkling, "Do I need to?"

The bot opens his plates, and he is not really interested in the mechs spark, even if it is just about the size of a minibots. "I will follow orders as long as my sparkling is safe."

"Lord Megatron would never allow a sparkling to be hurt." He hooks a cable into the bots systems-there is no code or viral attack that he needs to worry about. Nothing exists that is strong enough to get past his firewalls. "You will be respectful to him. You may be an ex-Autobot, but that does not give you the right to claim neutrality, or to insult my liege."

Sparkride sighs at him, "I will be the politest bot you've ever seen."

He gives the bot a flat look, "Nothing you do will be able to top Sedan."

The cyclebot sighs again, "The second politest bot, then. I just want my sparkling safe. I will not do anything to compromise that."

"Sedan's sparkling will always be safe. It is your own safety that is not assured, little bot." He slides through Sparkride's code, placing certain failsafes and traps in place in case the bot decides to attempt to hurt Sedan or his sparkling. It's unlikely that he will, but Shockwave does not take any risks he does not have to. If he puts a few codes that go to waste in Sparkride's processor, no one is harmed. If he chooses not to and Sedan ends up offline because of it . . .

Better to just use the codes as necessary.

He disconnects and Sparkride closes quickly, holding his arms to his chest. "Then I want to be with Glider."

Shockwave nuzzles the sparkling, tickling the tiny bot lovingly, "I told you your options." He makes a face, sticking out his glossa comically for Glider to giggle at, "If Megatron doesn't decide to offline you, that is. I think that he won't, but you really must be on your best behavior. The fact that you took care of Glider helps. That is a reason you did not follow Nitroburst."

The cycle looks at the floor, "I just want my sparkling."

"Yes. And that is a quite admirable trait. If Sedan likes you, I will take that into consideration, and argue for you on his behalf. He is a sweetsparked bot. You should not have a difficult time endearing yourself to him, if you truly love his sparkling and argued to try and purchase him." He's not actually sure how Sedan will react to Sparkride. There is never a set reaction to a bot that stole your sparkling away, even if they were kind about it, and let you know it was being done so that sparkling would not be raised as a prostibot.

He is fairly certain that Sedan will be fine with Sparkride. If his little bot isn't, it isn't like he is attached to the cyclebot. He's not worried, though. Granted, that's because he doesn't care about what happens to Sparkride. He's not going to worry about it.

He kisses the top of Glider's head, "Sedan will be so happy to see you, little one. He missed you so much." The sparkling nibbles on his claws, and his spark almost melts from adorableness. He loves tiny little bots so much, and this is the smallest he's ever seen. He will love raising the sparkling as his own with Sedan.

Sparkride looks up at him, "He hasn't been fed yet. I was going to read to him then put him down to recharge."

Shockwave moves his claws a little bit, tapping his leg thoughtfully. "I have sparkling energon just," he points at a cupboard, "there." He pets his tiny sparkling, soft and loving, "Go get it."

The cyclebot stands up cautiously, nervously opening the cupboard he pointed at, and relaxing at the sight of the containers of sparkling energon next to normal energon. The bot picks it up, and brings it over, arm extended to take the sparkling, "Let me fe-"

He takes the small cube with the fitted top away, "No. You may later, but not now."

There's a soft whimper from the cyclebot, and he looks up at Shockwave with pleading optics. "Please. I'm not trying to take him away from you. I just want to hold him. Feed him. Have you ever even fed a sparkling before?"

He hasn't, but Shockwave is confident that it isn't hard. "Be silent, or I will put a mouthclamp on you. Your chatter is not necessary." He has plenty of them in his subspace, after all. Even a few that aren't sized for a minibot. The sparkling squirms in his arms, reaching up for the pink cube. See? Easy.

He holds the cubes sippy top up against the sparklings mouth, encouraging him to drink. The little bot makes an unhappy sound and moves his mouth away. He follows the mouth, trying to get Glider to drink, but the sparkling just makes sad little sounds that make his spark hurt. He stops reluctantly, and Sparkride holds out his arms cautiously, "Sparklings won't fuel from a stranger. Can I please take care of him?"

He does not like this, but he carefully hands the sparkling over, hating the fact that he can't feed the tiny little bot. "Only for now. Sparklings always take fuel from their creator that first carried them, and I expect you to step aside if Sedan tells you to."

Sparkride jiggles the sparkling slightly, playful and loving, before starting to feed, "I know you hate me. I already expected that."

He snorts, "I don't hate you." He pets the sparkling lovingly, "I don't care about you enough to hate you."

"I only want Glider to be safe. And I want to be with him as much as possible. I had a job, you know? A job, and friends, and I left them when Nitro told me he'd gotten a bot sparked. Left them again just now to come with you." Glider hiccups, and Sparkride pats his little back slowly. "I carried him for most of the vorn. I can't imagine leaving him."

Shockwave wants to be knee-deep in happy sparklings, with a harem of minibots, but for now he'll settle for this one sparkling and a cyclebot that is doing nothing for his spark, despite his rather suggestive name.

He pets the sparkling softly, "I gave you your options. It is your choice which you want."

Sparkride slows the feeding, making it so no air gets in the energon as he feeds the tiny bot, "I still would like to know what kind of 'facing partner you are before I make a decision. And I want to know what Decepticon you'd be giving me to if I decide to go that route. I don't think I'll be able to accept just leaving my little Glider."

He makes a face, hidden in the inky blackness of his faceplating, "I will not be 'facing you at all unless you are a minibot. I have a bot that adores me, just like I adore him. I do not care for cyclebot frames."

"Then I would like to watch you with him, and see what sort of lover you are that way." He coos at the minibot, "Yes, you're such a good sparkling, finishing your entire cube." Sparkride subspaces the cube absentmindedly, and Shockwave sweeps his claws through the bots subspace, removing the cube and several other items that he deems potentially dangerous. Sparkride shudders unhappily. "Do you always grope subspaces like that?"

"I do when they may contain something that may damage a bot." He takes Glider back, pressing a kiss to the sparklings helmet, "Be glad you didn't have any weaponry in it, or you would have had the entire thing emptied."

Sparkride gives him an irritated look, "I am unarmed except for the basics because I was nothing more than a ceremonial guard anyway. Why would I have more?"

He makes a silly noise with his mouth for Glider as he says, "To defend against Nitro? From what I could tell from the records he had popped all four of Sedan's tires, and left him hurt and broken."

"Nitro never hurt us," Sparkride watches him, and if it were any other bot, Shockwave would offline him to keep the secret of his mouth just that. A secret. "He could get angry very easily, and he yelled often, but he never raised a servo against us."

Shockwave flicks out his glossa at the sparkling, and then winces when Glider grabs it. "Perhaps he was off beating prostibots every time he wanted to hit you."

The bot averts his optics, shamed by Shockwave's accusations. "I suppose I did not know him as well as I thought I did."

He takes his glossa back from sharp, tiny sparkling claws, "Indeed. Not only was he violent, he was reckless when it came to sparking with bots. Sparklings do happen when you 'face bots enough. Even a bot that has been beaten half into offlining can carry when you don't have anti-sparkling protocols up. As Nitroburst was wont to do."

Sparkride wraps his arms around himself, venting hitching, "Di-did he do this a lot?"

He tickles the sparklings belly, "From my research of him, that was what he preferred to do, when he could afford it. Did credits go missing from your shared bank account without explanation?"

"No." Sparkride looks up at him, defiant. "We put credits in a fund for Glider, so he would have enough to go to an academy when he was older. If you researched us, you would know that. I put credits in it every single stellar cycle."

Oh, he knew about the extra account, but, "There was nearly nothing in that account when I checked it. I believe your Nitro must have been using the funds to satisfy his sick desires." Shockwave bounces Glider up and down, and the bot giggles, trying to reach his antlers. Shockwave wisely keeps them just out of reach.

Sparkride's venting hitches again, only this time in anger, "How... How dare he? He knew that was for Glider. We'd agreed. No one was to touch it other than to put credits in."

He nuzzles the little bot, claws teasing the sparklings servos to distract, "He clearly didn't care. You never should have gotten involved with a neutral in the first place. They will cause you nothing but pain unless they join your side." He smiles, "I am hoping that Lord Megatron will brand Sedan. Sedan is looking forward to it when he is my consort."

There's a tiny gasp, and the cyclebot looks at him with wide optics, "You . . you want to make him your consort?"

Shockwave narrows his optic, "Is there something wrong with that, little bot? Something you object to?" If the bot is offended by the fact that he intends to bond with an ex-prostibot, Shockwave is going to dump him in the middle of the common area without any sparkplates and tell the soldiers to enjoy themselves.

Sparkride shakes his head quickly, "No! I'm just glad that he is as smart as I thought he was. He just sounded like all the council members I had listened to when I was a guardbot. I was planning on reading Glider some of the harder things as he got older because of it."

He smiles, "He is very smart. And very well read." He bounces the sparkling gently up and down before starting to rock him slowly, "Even more now. I've been providing him with reading materials so he can catch up to everything he'd been missing as he was forced to work."

"I won't be an entertaining companion for him. Not if he's well-educated. I spent most of my guard duties listening to the council members, but," the bot flushes, "I admit I didn't understand most of it. I was chosen because I looked appealing-an excellent example of my model type. And I certainly didn't mind comforting some of the foreign dignitaries when they arrived. It was a nice job, but I didn't have much of an education for it."

Glider yawns in his servo, tiny optics flickering tiredly, and he pets the little mech lovingly. "You will be encouraged to study on your own time if you choose to switch to a minibot model. If you decide to go to another Decepticon, you will be told what their rules are. While if you go to a different planet, you can do whatever you please." He frowns when the little bot makes unhappy noises as he holds him, "What is wrong, little bot?"

Sparkride moves a little bit closer, "He's not used to you. Sparklings don't do well if they're left with a bot they don't know."

Shockwave shifts so Glider is still out of Sparkride's reach. "Then the solution is to get him to know me. It is not offering him to you." He wonders if Glider is old enough to have energon sweets. He'll have to look it up later, because he refuses to admit any more ignorance in front of Sparkride. Caring for a sparkling is largely instinctive; codes that have been in place in the base programming since a bot is onlined.

Of course, while that may allow a bot to know how to safely hold a sparkling, or how to diagnose common sparkling viruses, it does not inform him of when Glider can eat the sweets he has in his subspace just for the bot.

Sparkride gives him a helpless look, "Then..." The bot looks around the ship, "Do you have a berth? He will recharge if you lay down and put him on your chest, right above your sparkchamber. It will be even better if I'm next to him and laying with you."

He isn't sure he wants the cyclebot to be recharging with him, but he doesn't have another place to put the bot. He'd put him in the holding cell used for interrogations, but the cyclebot isn't going to be a prisoner. Not in the same sense of most Autobots on the base. He sighs, picking up the bot with one servo, and heads to the berthroom. "Very well. You will behave or I will be putting stasis cuffs on you."

The mech says nothing until Shockwave is settling down on the berth. "Glider needs something softer to recharge on. He's too small to recharge on a bot as armored as you without a heating blanket or metal mesh under him."

Glider is squirming in his servo, blinking his bright red optics sleepily. Shockwave places Glider in Sparkride's servos, completely unhappy about this arrangement. He does not want the bot to think he has more importance to Glider than Shockwave does now. "You are quite lucky that I enjoy minibots, or I would not have these things on my ship." He pulls out his best mesh and heating blankets, the ones that he has not even offered to Sedan because he'd wanted to save them for a surprise. Sprawling on the berth, he covers his chest with the mesh, and then places Sparkride and Glider on it, covering them both with the heating blanket. "Be a good bot, Sparkride. Attempting to escape will only end in misery for you."

The cyclebot pets the sparkling softly, rubbing the tiny audio nubbins on the little bots helmet, "I won't be escaping. I'm only here for Glider, and no other reason."

He sets it so the lights dim down, "Then you will be recharging now, cyclebot. I am not allowing you anything else until we online."

Sparkrides optics are flickering, and Glider is already offline. "You're very warm."

He doesn't need to be hit on by a cyclebot. He really doesn't. "Recharge, Sparkride."

The mech makes a tiny sound, and he can hear the bots systems cycling down. When he can tell Sparkride is completely offline, he allows himself to follow.


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