The Diego Diaries: Bookie (dd6 52)

NOTE: I'm having trouble with the site again. I'm not getting stuff and I hope this makes it out. :( I have a note in to the site and hope it works out. SIGH! Sorry about that. Technology hates me. :D By the way, a show on teevee shows how to make swords and such. They actually made the sword that Optimus uses in the new movie. They made it long but not the seventeen feet or so that it is in the movie. :D I will list the link with this story at the end. :D

I want that sword. :D

-0-Late night or way early morning

They staggered out to walk across the hallways to their respective homes, some of them. Others who had farther to go and didn't want to get arrested for drunk walking wandered into the berth rooms of the big kids and crashed. Prowl, himself was slumped in his chair recharging madly. In the middle of the room sort of swaying with a big smile, Ratchet waved to everyone who moved on. Kes being sober went to the Residence to relieve the sitter who was dozing in a chair.

When everyone was either gone or splayed out on one of the berths in the apartment, Ratchet turned to go to bed himself. He made it to the hallway before falling on his face and diving head first into recharge.

-0-Cybertron

"Do you feel anything weird over the bonds?" Ironhide asked with a smirk.

"I do," Hard Drive said. "When your amma wants to tie one on, you just have to get out of the way. I feel a fuzzy hum myself."

The others nodded as they sat on a shuttle heading for Iacon. They would spend the rest of the night there catching a quick meal and update. Given that they could run for weeks without recharge, they were going to keep moving. They could slack at home. Here? They were needed all over the place.

The shuttle flew onward toward the gathering light of the cityscape of Iacon, a city that could boast a full 15% rebuilding from the devastation. They sped onward toward the airfield that had been dug out of the debris. They would be met by a number of officers from the general staff, more than half of them former Decepticons. Soundwave would be among them.

-0-In the prison getting ready for a meeting

Sentinel Prime stood at the gate waiting for escort to the Command Center of the prison where he would sit with his counsel who were finishing up the last filings for his preliminary hearing. He would present his last set of motions before the court, meaning Prime, before the actual trials would begin. He watched the guards coming, some of the biggest in the prison, all of them bearing their arms in plain sight. He was a class A prisoner and thus, there was a shoot to disable/kill order on him should he decide to show some of his legendary skill in making a break for it.

They met the Officer of the Guard who dropped the gate. Walking out, waiting as he was scanned and shackled, Sentinel Prime walked with the guard down the roads that wound through the facility bearing the scorn of the prisoners, some of whom would kill him in seconds, his skill and size or not, should they ever get out of their pens. Sometimes it seemed preferrable to the endless drudge of imprisonment.

As he walked to the center, he considered the many things he wanted to know. Included among them was a simple explanation of why Proteus had walked out and never came back. Loose ends bothered Sentinel Prime and the idea that perhaps Proteus was out didn't signal bold possibilities for his own future. Proteus had acted strange for a long time now and maybe he had sold them all down the river. He would find out or his lawyers would. It was eating at his peace of mine.

-0-Halls of Order

He walked in from breakfast with the bond at a small coffee shop near their home. Maduro was getting better about going out. He had ever made an appointment to get a different paint scheme and kept it. He had never done that before. Ever. Proteus nodded to the staff who were coming to work as well. He didn't know all of them or even many but those he had met nodded and chatted, a novel experience for one of the most powerful Cybertronians to ever live. He enjoyed it immensely, even gratefully.

He had a cuppa and a donut in the lounge, then headed out for his job. He reached the closet, walked in and organized his next couple of joors. There were floors to sweep, dust to collect and bins to empty. He would do so happier than he had ever been. Maduro would wait at home for him and maybe they would dine out and go to a movie. He didn't know but it was exhilerating to think about.

-0-City Hall

Ultra Magnus sat with his morning cup and a snack presented to him by Blondi. It was early but they had a lot to do. Getting a state funeral ready in five orns that would most likely have 20,000,000 attendees was no small thing. That didn't count the Festival in 16 orns nor the quickening pace of the new construction and the enormous station cum 'truck stop' they were building a few light years out in space along a well traveled alien commercial route.

Blondi walked in with a datapad. She laid it out. "This appears to be the site the Planning commission is favoring for the new construction and they want you to meet with them for the final presentation to Optimus for approval."

Magnus nodded. "Add that to the stack. I want to get the approvals finalized so we can hit the ground running after Festival. What about the security stations and modifications for Earth2? Are they included?"

Blondi nodded. "They are," she said as she handed him a datapad.

"Thank you, Blondi. I'll study these, then give them back to you for distribution among the relevant department heads."

"Alright. I have a teacher conference for the 7th, Martian Friday. I have Kiki taking my place for the time I'm gone. It should only take about a joor or so," Blondi said.

"No problems. You can do what you need to do, Blondi." Magnus looked at her. "You work too hard as it is."

She grinned. "Ditto," she said as she walked to the door, then across the hallway to her office as city clerk and right processor lobe of the 'mayor'.

-0-On the way to work

They walked into the hospital to work their shift. It was a bit early but there were things to do. They had switched a few around so that they could be able to 'attend' the Circle Prep Academy for another shot at enrollment. It had taken the silent treatment from Breakdown for nearly a week before Knockout finally bowed to the inevitable.

"Where did you learn to do this?" he had asked in a fit of pique.

"Do what?" Breakdown said ending the silence that had gone on nearly seven orns.

"THAT!" Knockout said in frustration.

"When I found out it worked." Inside, Breakdown laughed uproariously.

Carrying Breakout in his hold, Breakdown checked in, then went to his station. In a joor, they were due in Terra to go through the process of getting their son into school after Festival when the newest group would enter the prep academy. It would be hilarious watching Knockout's freak out. It was nice being the boss for a change. Knockout should have come out of the prison and taken the oath to the Matrix way back when and not waited. He was paying for that lapse in judgement now.

Unbeknownst to Breakdown, Knockout liked his bond's hardnosed domination more than he ever would say out loud. He may have been a flaming narcissist but he was no dumby.

-0-In an apartment

Partition sat with his family around the table but no one was really interested in eating breakfast. At 1600 hours, they would be in the University great room for the petition to end the shunning. They would be represented by Sherrod and he would put the proposition. The judges, the Praxians from before, would accept it as a formality, then call the femme who sought sanctions. They would discuss it, then if she agreed, the whole thing would happen.

Given that they knew what it was, why it was designed to be thus and all of that nonsense, they had no appetite for food. It would be a silent run up to leaving for work for all three of them.

-0-Earth2

It was busy early as the 5,000+ residents of Earth2 arose to greet the day. There were some who worked nights and the command crew in 'The Forbidden Zone' as the command center was known never seemed to sleep. The human elements changed, three shifts of hired hands that were always rotating into and out of duty, heading for the Sciences Habitat where they lived so as not to become too close to the Earth2 personnel, something that was done to enhance 'security' and ensure that the distance necessary was maintained between the two groups. That the human workers were former military helped make that discipline possible. The bots never seemed to leave but they did as well. However, the humans in residence were still unused to discerning bots from each other so it looked like they never left.

Owen Harris shut off his computer, then walked to the door. He would eat in the communal dining room as he considered his current problems, plans, work schedule, and the new hiccup. His daughter insisted upon coming to live here and he had hoped his ex-wife would agree that she needed to stay in her own life on Earth.

However, his daughter wanted to be 'Youtube Royalty' or some such shit so she held her own in the struggle with her parents. It was inevitable that she would win and come to live here. What was more problematic was that she wanted to go to a bot school rather than this one. Whatever she wanted, she got. Scout Rain Harris aka Rain was 14, had big blue eyes and knew his weak spots. She would be on her way in a few days.

Such were the ways of power.

-0-In a Residence

"Do you think we should go see how things are, Amma?" Genesis asked Kes as they sat around the huge dining table eating breakfast with all the ammas and appas who had come up with food to help Kes with the children.

"I think we will instead, darling. You eat up and get ready for school. We will check in on them after we get you going," Kestrel said with a grin. Tagg had come to the Residence the night before and helped corral all of the infants into berths. The big kids took some of the bedrooms that were diplomatic. No one was going home that night.

Tie Down had come up with Tagg the night before to see if he could help the sitter but found with an amused Kes that all was in control. He had, however, relayed that he had peeked in at the party and several of the revelers were sleeping it off in the apartment including Prowl slumped in a chair and Ratchet face down in the hallway. He grinned even as he told the tale of checking after a slightly tipsy Ravel and Docker had come in from the fun. They had left the party after everything was in hand, ever the loving ammas. Tagg and Kestrel waved them goodbye, then shut the door. Turning to Kes with a grin, Tagg enjoyed his bond's good energy a moment. "So, things were successful and fun?"

Kes chuckled. "It was. Let me tell you about fan fiction, Tagg," he said as they walked back into the living room. He would. Tagg would laugh loudly too.

At the moment, everyone who was ambulatory was there to help get the kids to school. After a lot of hoo-haw, they did. The door to the immaculate home closed silently behind the laughing, joking crowd.

-0-At the crack of … some time after dawn, in a dark place

Ratchet fluttered to life, noting how soft the pile of his carpet was, then staggered to his peds. Flooding his system with The Cure, he felt instantly clear helmed and solid-footed. Turning slowly, he grinned. "Well, Prowler … you didn't make it to the door after all. I should have remembered that." He took a tour of the facilites.

Delphi: Lying in Hero's berth in deep recharge. He almost fit her little swan bed. Ratchet made a note to let Housewares know that their little custom berth for his daughter was a nicely built bit of work. Delphi's aft should have sunk it.

Turbine: That fine mech was spattered over the surface of his own berth. Oh ye, how the mighty have fallen, he thought as he grinned at the easygoing mech who had spawned a goofball like Blackjack who in turn spawned a goofball like Ironhide. It didn't help that El Goofball Supremo was Raptor. None of them had a chance, he thought with a snicker. Somehow, Hardie and Delphi had dropped the ball. He chuckled. Neither side of this family was ever slated to be normal.

He continued onward and found Miler dozing on a berth at the other end of the apartment, the berth of Fireball to be exact. Everyone else must have made it home because that was the complete inventory of lushes he could find. Wifi-ing them the cure, he walked to the living room to watch the fun.

Prowl snorted, then came to life. Sitting up groggily, the fog lifted and he knew where he was. "What time is it?"

"Breakfast time, lush," Ratchet replied. "You might want to check on your ada. He's that away," Ratchet said pointing toward the end of the house where the big kids lived.

Prowl looked at him with shock, then jumped up to hoof it to the back of the apartment just as Turbine wandered out of the berthroom. Ratchet grinned. "Don't you look fuck all as the humans say."

Turbine snickered. "I love swearing like a human. It makes me feel so dainty."

"That's you," Delphi said following him out. "Dainty. Who's here or better yet, where am I?" he asked. "Or better still, who am I?"

Huge laughter greeted that as Prowl walked back out with his slightly sheepish-appearing ada. "MILER! How are you feeling?" Delphi asked.

"Rather foolish," Miler said with a grin. "Foolish and exhilerated at the same time."

"I thought you were brilliant," Ratchet said as the others nodded. "What about you, Prowl?"

"If someone had ever told me that I would get drunk with my ada, read fan fiction and join a cult, I would have said how highly unlikely," Prowl said with a slight grin.

"Are we in a cult? Is our little secret club a cult?" Miler asked with growing delight. "Why, Prowl. This is so exciting!"

Prowl stared at the genuine delight of his ada for a moment, then hugged him completely off his peds.

-0-TBC 6-30-17 edited 67-1-17 thanks for catching the plot hole!

NOTES:

ESL: Tie one on: American slang for getting drunk

This is the process by which the sword of Optimus Prime is created by smiths. Its fascinating. I've stretched out the url and hope when you put it all back together you can reach it. Under it, I will put the actual name of the video which you can put into the search line of you tube to get it.

It doesn't work. Keep reading. :D

the URL doesn't work so put this into the search line of the you tube site and get it. The sword's construction was sponsored by the movie. Nice shots of Prime using it:

Optimus Prime's Sword -Transformers: The Last Knight - MAN AT ARMS

They also make other famous weapons from the movies, etc. Hope this reaches you. Hugs from me and happy weekend to all.