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Axe scowled, his sliver faceplate scrunched up in frustration as Wing smiled charmingly at him from across the board. "I swear you're cheating." The large mech grumbled as he moved his game piece forward two spaces only for the jet's to block.

"I am not." The jet grinned back, proudly displaying Axe's large amount of captured tokens at the side of the board and smiling at his own meagre collection of tokens Axe had taken earlier. "I know all your tricks Carrier, Sire taught me all of them."

"Just so he could keep his moves a secret no doubt." Axe muttered sourly, mentally planning how to drop kick Dai Atlas off the highest point of the Knight's Citadel and land him in a hoop or, if possible, a blender.

"Probably." Wing smiled warmly as he moved closer to Axe's 'Prime' that was tucked safely away in a corner of the board. "Thanks for playing with me today though. Drift was driving me up the wall."

"Wing, I put up with your Sire every orn, he drives me up the wall and through the ceiling sometimes." Axe chuckled back as the Decepticon, known as 'Drift' to Wing and 'Pest' to everybody else made an indignant noise from where he sat scowling at them from a corner of the room.

"I am here you know," the now white mech snapped moodily as he flicked through a data-pad on some sword stances that Wing had loaned to him.

"And you're eavesdropping." Axe replied casually as he finally managed to chase another of Wing's pieces down and capture it.

Muttering something about 'stupid underground cowards' Drift went back to his pad as Axe levelled him a sharp glare that promised violence and a swift end on the end of his axe if the Decepticon stepped out of line once more.

His good mood souring, he let out a low curse as Wing took advantage of his distraction and finally killed his 'Prime' token. "Well played Fledgling." He rumbled, surprising himself by using Wing's old nickname he had bestowed on the young jet when he had been learning to fly.

Wing, obviously pleased with himself and the nickname, gave a chirr of fondness, his folded wings flaring happily.

"You haven't called me that in vorns." Wing grinned as he helped Axe pack away the ornate game board into one of the Rec-Room's cupboards.

"I'm allowed to be sentimental, I'm old." Axe chuckled back, flicking his creation on one of his audial flares, "Now go see to that Decepticon of yours and if you really need to, you can drop him off one of the citadel's balconies. Just remember the cleaning drones don't do their rounds until the recharge cycle if you aren't able to catch him in time."

That earned a squawk of protest from Drift in the corner of the room as Wing laughed, "Oh calm down Drift." The red highlighted jet grinned from audio to audio, "He's just teasing."

"Sure I am." Axe muttered as Wing led Drift off in the direction of the training pitches, leaving the large dark mech to find the space where he took out the game from, only to find out he was to short… again. "Oh, frag it all!" the large mech snarled belatedly remembering his creation firing on his thrusters to fetch their favourite game from the cupboard's tallest shelf.

As he strained on the tip of his pedes, the game was casually freed from his fingers and slotted up into its space by a familiar black servo connected to a blue arm.

"Atlas." Axe huffed, turning to face his mate that did his best impression of looming over the smaller black mech. "That's cheating."

Ruby optics stared down at him impassively before the Triple Changer spoke. "I saw you playing with Wing."

"Yes, he also mentioned that you were the one that taught him all my gaming moves." Axe said sourly with a pout. "And that Decepticon was…"

"Decepticon was what?" Dai Atlas snapped, his optics narrowing at his bondmate who stared neutrally back. "Is he hurting Wing?"

Axe actually laughed. "Dai, have you even seen them train together? I swear it's like me and you all over again. Drift hasn't even come close to putting a scratch on Wing, I feel quite sorry for him actually."

"Good." Dai Atlas rumbled crossing his arms, as Axe sighed, resting his servo on his mate's forearm.

"I take it the meeting didn't go well?" Axe asked softly, his thumb making a soothing circle pattern on Dai Atlas' plating, the Triple Changer slowly relaxing into his mate's actions.

"They are beginning to doubt Wing's reasoning for keeping the Decepticon alive." Dai Atlas sighed, droping his helm to rest his forehelm against Axe's. "They are scared Axe. Primus, you'd of thought that it was the first time any of them had seen spilt energon when Wing brought him in."

The black mech sighed, "I was afraid that would happen. Drift isn't doing himself any favours either by rejecting everyone Wing tries to get him to socialise with."

"Even Dart and Sprocket?" Dai Atlas asked incredulously, both of those Knights were the most friendly in the Citadel bar Wing, how could the Decepticon even anger them?

"Drift insulted Dart's lightly armoured physique. Dart threw him into a wall." Axe snickered slightly, "Sprocket merely met them for afternoon energon, and he is indifferent about the whole thing, though he is quite wary of our guest."

The Leader of the Circle of Light sighed in exasperation, "And I'm guessing that you playing a game with Wing was our sparkling's way of trying to get you to like his 'guest'?"

"He's blatantly obvious that way." Axe nodded, tugging on Dai Atlas' wrist plating, leading them from the room. "Come on Dai, Wing's doing his best. Drift may be dangerous, but it's not as if he can get out to signal anybody with Wing trotting about after him, showing him the sights. There's nothing out on the surface but the Slavers, and look what they did to him in the first place." The black mech shrugged with a bright smile, "All is calm Dai, nothing to fear at all."