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(Ultra Rodimus wrote most of this, I just tweaked bits and peices. Titanium and GoldenRod belong to Ultra Rodimus, Soar and Sprocket are mine.)
It had been a couple of centuries since the last time Titanium had dared to set a pede into the boundaries of New Crystal City, having been keeping his distance after a run in with Axe in full overprotective carrier mode. Apparently letting the black mech's offspring to use a laser pointer on his Sire was considered 'corruption' and the appropriate retaliation, in Axe's processor, was to attempt to stuff Titanium's helm up his aft while it was still attached to his neck cabling.
Nervously standing before the Knight's Citadel, earning nods or waves from other Knights as they wandered past, his mate giggled beside him. On this visit he had brought his new mate, a young, bright eyed golden armoured mech named GoldenRod. The mech was easy to get along with and had a spunky, cheerful nature, Wing was sure to adore him.
As he finally backed up and activated his 'courage' chip, he took the first few steps into the glimmering Citadel. Puffing up his armour as he sauntered over to Dai Atlas, he nodded with a smirk to the Circle of Light Leader before he cast a wary look to the lingering Axe that hovered beside his mate with a devilish, self satisfied smirk.
"Don't give my sparkling any new ideas and I won't kick your aft again." Axe purred as Dai Atlas shook his helm in amusement when Titanium huffed through his vents and crossed his arms glaring childishly as GoldenRod seemed to wander from his side, slipping around the corner in a bright flash of gold.
"The only Idea I ever gave was the sniper laser." Titanium retorted, "Not my fault he figured out another use for it. Anyway." He sighed, looking over at the smirking Dai Atlas who had entwined his servo with Axe's in a rare show of public affection. "I was wondering if you and I could have a spar later to see which one of us is rustier."
Dai Atlas chuckled, inclining his helm in a nod as their conversation was interrupted by a flicker of gold armour darting by. GoldenRod flashed his mate and the other larger mechs a slag-eating grin before he disappeared out of sight.
"That's never a good sign." Titanium sighed, shaking his helm, casting his optics to the ceiling as if asking some deity above for patience. At the Circle Leader's puzzled look, the older mech elaborated, "Goldie is an artist by nature, but he also has the streak of the prankster in him. That particular expression means he's either up to something or is about to do it. Judging by the speed he went by at, he's already victimised somebot."
In the background, there had been the exuberant chattering of the other Knights from farther down the corridor, most likely comparing shifts on the monitors or betting on who was going to trash who at the next tournament. However a sudden silence had descended over the citadel, catching the three elder mechs' attention. Three pairs of optics, one blue and two red turned in the direction of the Knight's Rec-Room as another mech stormed into sight.
From the size and outline, and the green gem that buzzed with agitated emerald energy in the hilt of the Great Sword, the mech coming toward them was the Knight named Soar. Otherwise, the mech was almost unrecognisable. The usually pure silver mech was covered in white fluff, organic feathers, from helm to pede. His helm spikes were flared in intense displeasure. White and yellow feathers, a particularly fetching shade of neon yellow that glowed in the dark, had been carefully plastered onto the said helm spikes. He looked like a huge organic avian.
And he looked utterly ridiculous.
From the expression on his faceplate, Soar, a usually prim and proper mech, was well aware of how he looked and was not at all happy about it.
"What in Primus' name…?" Axe stared, his blue optics widening in shock.
"That would explain what Goldie was grinning about." Titanium snickered under his breath, "He really outdid himself this time."
Soar glared at the giant mech, opening his mouth to demand where GoldenRod was. Instead of Soar's usual low timbre, what came out was a series of squawks, more animal than mech. Titanium gave Soar a bemused look, which only made the proverbial thunderstorm raging over Soar's helm to expand and balloon out. Turning on his heel strut, the jet stormed away.
Dai Atlas, Axe, and Titanium watched until Soar was out of sight. Then Titanium and Axe exchanged a glance before both of them cracked up. The Circle leader stood and watched the two, puzzled as Axe leaned against his mate for balance, laughing so hard his chassis hurt.
"Remind me to commend Goldie for that one," the black mech wheezed as Dai Atlas virtually held his mate up as the black mech buried his amusement in the Circle Leader's arm, when Wing and Sprocket ran by with incriminating pots of glue and bags of feathers that had GoldenRod's designation boldly broadcast across the front.
"If you find him before Soar does," Titanium gasped out, sliding down the wall. "Oh, Primus..."