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Sentinel: *glances at chapter* So...they are meeting my team...are they ready for that?
Authoress: Yeah, I think your team is ready for the fans.
Sentinel: *shakes his helm* I meant are your readers mentally stable enough to meet my team. You know how they...well...
Authoress: *shrugs* Oops.
Sentinel:...Oh no.
Ch. 1: Trip Down Memories Old Yet New
Sentinel's 1st P.O.V.
I frowned at the window in front of me. After finally capturing the Decepticon top leadership, I had thought Cybertron might find peace. But, five solars ago, an unknown agent working on Cybertron helped orchestrate the release of the Decepticon command. Ultra Magnus and the Council wasted no time in organizing teams to go out and find the Decepticons. Through the information net, I heard that Rodimus Prime's team and Vox Prime's team were grouped together and heading toward Planet Chaar. Rumors were pretty high that the Decepticon leadership was heading there, since the Decepticons were gathering forces there before the leadership escaped.
But, I had a feeling that Megatron and his higher command would not be meeting with the other Decepticons on Team Chaar. From the few times that I had ended up on Earth with Optimus Prime and his idiot team, I noticed that Megatron seemed almost attached to the small planet. He would go there. I didn't doubt that for a nano. So, I had sent a request into headquarters to have my team sent to Earth to back-up Optimus' team. Ultra Magnus, to my surprise, agreed to the request almost immediately. I would have thought it would have taken more on my side of things to convince him.
Anyways, my team and I had left in our ship, the Stella Monstrum, and had immediately made our way toward Earth. We were now thirty clicks away from the green and blue marble and I was having mixed feelings about what I was going to expect being on the planet on a more permanent basis. Before, during my brief visits there with Ultra Magnus, my team had been left on Cybertron and I had to only interact with Optimus and Elita…who was on Optimus' team, temporarily until I got to return to Cybertron. Now, not only did I have to be with those…bots, full time until Megatron's recapture along with his higher command, but I also had my own team to look after.
"Caeser Sentinel, you look so stressed. Why don't you admit your undying love for me and then I can help you get rid of all this negative air around you?" I sighed as the voice of one of my teammates came from behind me.
Turning, I saw as the dark teal car mech that had sea green and tan markings walk up to me. He always wore his bright blue visor and I respected him enough not to ask him to take it off. He had a smirk on his light gray faceplate that meant I was going to have a helmache coming up. "Trecke, I'm just thinking about what our trip to Earth will be like."
Trecke pouted slightly before sighing. "Oh well, if you shall not reciprocate my love then maybe I will find a suitable bot on this planet who will take the honored position."
He was a hopeless romantic. Ever since the solar I met him, I knew this. But, the mech had one of the sharpest processors on him that I had ever encountered. I had met him about ten solars after the…devastation on Archa 7 and I had not really expected to find my first living member of my team…since she had accepted before…
Flashback
I frowned as I walked into the CBI Headquarters. It had taken me stellars to arrange this tour and, even though I was on planetary lockdown…and Pandimala was offline, I wanted to make a kick-aft team who would take down any enemy that we came across and make our names be known throughout the galaxies. But, during the solars since the Archa 7 incident, I had thought about my team. While I did want them to be amazing in their fields, I also realized that I had been looking in the wrong way. I had the leaders of each organization bring bots to me who would make a fit in any team. That was not what I needed to make my perfect team.
What I needed where unique bots who would stand out and bring a unique characteristic to the team. Pandimala had been a triple changer for Primus' sake! She would have been an oddity if…well…
…Anyway, I soon found the bot who I was looking for and, once our optics met, he ended the conversation he was having before greeting me. "Sentinel Prime, I'm glad you could make it. After everything that we heard happened…well…not even Councilmech Alpha Trion was positive that you would come this solar." Stix greeted me in a strange fashion.
Yes, and it was thanks to Councilmech Alpha Trion that I was able to arrange this tour. Not many bots got the opportunity to do this but, somehow, the old mech had heard about what I was trying to do and pulled some strings for me. I still didn't know why he did this for me but I wasn't going to question it.
Shaking my helm, I motioned onward. "Well? I am here and that is the important part. If I am to create my own team, then I need to see everybot that I can. I'm hoping to get a tactician this solar." Well, I didn't expect to find another bot so soon after Pandimala…but I could at least try.
Stix nodded before he turned and started down the hallway. While he spoke on the different places that we were passing, I decided to slightly tone him out as I observed the bots that we passed. Most bots seemed like regular bots and, while that wasn't a bad thing, it wasn't what I was looking for. I needed just the right bot to be on my team. A bot who wouldn't look at what happened on Archa 7 and think that I was an incapable leader.
I focused back on the tour as Stix lead me into a rec room that the bots at the CBI used while on break. In the room, I could see about seven mechs and four femmes relaxing and hanging out with each other. "This is our main rec room. There are four other rooms like this in the building and they will have a good amount of bots in them from time to time. This one is a little less used since it is available to be shown on these tours. Most bots don't want to,"
"Hey, you're the idiot who went to Archa 7." My vocals tightened, slightly, at the mention of the planet and looked to see a black hauling mech with blue markings walking up with a scowl on his faceplate. Next to him was a dark purple mech with black markings on his arms. The black hauling mech continued to speak. "Are you here to find more bots to get into trouble? I think any bot who goes with you would have to be insane."
My denta ground against each other as I studied the mech. After a few clicks, I finally spoke. "And who are you that you can judge me? Do you know everything that happened on that…unplanned trip?"
The black hauling mech frowned at my response. "Watch it punk. Just because you're a Prime doesn't mean that I got to take that slag from scrap like you. I am Nightquake. This bot next to me is Acidswitch. And as a bot with a working processor, unlike yourself, I have a pretty good case to judge you."
Acidswitch nodded at that. "Yeah, it's like Night here says. With a malfunctioning processor like yous got, then we don't need to explain our reasoning to you."
I could see Stix make a move out of the corner of my optics and held up a servo to stop him. I would have to deal with these kind of bots everywhere I went thanks to those two pieces of slag called Optimus Prime and Elita-One Prime. Once I was sure that Stix wouldn't interfere, I moved my servo and turned my attention to the processor-offline idiots in front of me. "Sure, I might have a malfunctioning processor, but at least I don't share mine like you two seem to need to do to think clearly…if you would call it that."
That got Nightquake to really growl and he took a step closer to me. "Why you little pampered creation of a glitch! You better choose your next words carefully because they might be your last. No bot insults me and Acidswitch and gets away with it."
In return, I just shook my helm and glanced at Stix. "Stix, I don't see what I'm looking for in this room. At the very least, I need a bot with a full processor of their own to be a part of my team. The two without one in this room have dissuaded me from looking into any bot in here further." I then took a step back as if to leave.
Nightquake and Acidswitch didn't like that one bit. With matching snarls, which was not helping their argument that they didn't share a processor, they launched at me. Stix and I immediately got into defensive positions. This wasn't going to help me later on in trying to find the rest of my team but I didn't have a choice except to defend myself.
However, before Nightquake and Acidswitch could get near the two of us, a figure suddenly swung down from the ceiling. Once the new mech's pedes landed on the two charging mechs, the new mech frowned. "How dare you two disgusting mechs try to attack such a fair guest as this Prime and our very own and special Stix?" …Wait what? I couldn't think more on the subject as this new mech kicked Acidswitch and Nightquake away from us.
Once the two landed, they immediately stood up and I saw both of their optics narrow at the new mech. Already a plus for me in my files concerning this strange mech. "Let's go Acid." Nightquake commented as he studied the new mech warily. I wonder why that was. "Don't want to catch whatever virus that lunatic has." The two mechs then ran out of the room through a back door.
After they were gone, and the others in the room returned to what they were doing, the strange mech turned to us and, to my surprise, knelt down on one knee. "Oh great warrior, I am humbled to even be in your presence. My love is yours forever and I hope that you will take it with great earnest."
…Um…what?
Thankfully, Stix seemed to know what to do. "Settle down Trecke. No one wants a love proposal like that, and you don't even know him." He then shook his helm before he motioned to the bot still kneeling before us. "Sentinel Prime, this is Trecke. Believe it or not, he is actually a high ranked tactician but he has a quirk of…well…declaring his love to almost every bot that he meets."
"Not everybot my love." Trecke corrected Stix.
At that correction, Stix frowned and shook his helm. "That's exactly what I mean. Let's go and,"
"Sentinel Prime, great warrior, I offer my services for your cause and I do it out of eternal love." Trecke suddenly interrupted Stix. The nano after he said this, I got a message with a data packet attached to it. It was from Trecke. While I was nervous that I would be bombarded with love letters, from how the mech was acting, I opened the file. While I read it, since it actually contained a detailed accounting of his tactician background, Trecke continued to speak. "Caesar Sentinel, I would be honored to be your tactician. I would serve you with undying love and loyalty. I would be an amazing lover to you and I would follow your orders even if they offlined my spark."
Even Stix was surprised at Trecke's sudden outburst and I studied the mech as I finished off his file. To be honest, this mech was one Pit of a tactician according to the files. He had scored high on his tests and, if I didn't just see the mech's strange quirks for myself, I would wonder why he wasn't presented to other Primes trying to build teams before. An amazing record but, just a bit of an oddity case and he wasn't presented. I think I knew my answer to the mech.
"Trecke you idiot you just can't," Stix started to verbally put the mech down.
But, I held up a servo to quiet Stix. I wanted to speak to Trecke about his offer. "Trecke. I do not love you and I will not love you in that sense. I do not want to be your lover and I never want that to happen." He looked crestfallen slightly at my rejection of his love before I continued. "However, you are exactly what I am looking for in a tactician. If your offer to be my tactician is serious, then it would be an honor to have you on my team."
Stix's optics widened and I took a step back as he extended his arms toward me and his smile looked like he was about to split his faceplate in half. "Oh what cruel rejection and spark-warming acceptance! My love I shall follow you until the end of my existence!"
Trecke then stood up and, while Stix seemed stuck standing in shock, the two of us moved out of the room and I followed my new teammate to his quarters to collect his things. I had a team barracks reserved for stellar just for this occasion to start. Teams were recommended to stay together and this was the time. While Trecke was a bit…eccentric, he was the right choice and I knew that I would not regret it.
End of Flashback
Now, the two of us, along with the third member of our team, were heading toward Earth. They would be a change to the dull and idiotic bots there. Maybe my bots could teach those bots under Optimus a few things? Shaking my helm out of those thoughts before they went too far, I motioned to the planet in front of us. "Trecke, I doubt that the bots down there will be as receptive to your…love yearnings, as we are up here. Be careful around them." My processor then flashed back to one of my meetings with Optimus' team before I added, "Some of them might try to take your helm off for that kind of talk."
Trecke made a pouting face and looked like he was about to respond to that. But, before he could, the voice of our third and final member…for now…suddenly sounded. "Oh, but you don't have to worry about that precious leader. If anybot there tries to hurt our team," The mech suddenly dropped down from a loft above the command room and I could see his sharp denta as his mouth was pulled into a dark smirk. "then I'll tear them apart from the seams and then reattach them slowly and painfully to the wrong bots. They do not disrespect our team. No bot disrespects our team."
"Oh great, you're up you shadowy psychotic." And that was another weird thing. Fable, the mech now in front of us, did not receive the same love proposals that almost every other bot did. In opposition to that, Trecke seemed to be indifferent to our third team member.
I felt a twinge from my arm as a ghost pain from when I had first met Fable, the mech in front of me. Our meeting was…unusual and I hadn't been sure about the mech. But, I had needed help and he had been there when others were too busy.
Flashback
I flinched in pain as I looked at my arm. During a training exercise with Trecke, I had gotten injured by some flying debris and had to be taken to Iacon Central. It was really a pain but definitely not existence-threatening. However, I could hear Trecke's panicking yells from here…and the waiting room was two hallways away.
Of course, I was kind of annoyed at the fact that I was still waiting. I had been sitting in this darkened room for thirty clicks now and I still hadn't been seen by a medic. While my wound wasn't serious, I didn't understand what was taking so long for a medic to get in here. If they didn't hurry up and get to me, I was sure that Trecke was going to have a spark attack.
The sound of a door opening had me turning to a side door and I felt relief when I saw a tall mech, about my height, that was colored black with red and gray markings. His optics were dark blue and he had an orange center in his optics. They were narrowed and I saw a sharp-denta smirk on his faceplate. He was a hauling mech, which was strange for a medic, but that was alright.
"Sorry that you had to wait so long Sentinel Prime." The mech spoke to me. "Things have been crazy on the fighting fronts and we have injured mechs coming in by the cycle. But, I was able to slip away to help treat you. I promise not to bite." He then moved to a table and picked up a welding torch. Once it was on, I could see that the tips of his sharp digits were colored red, which contrasted most bots who had only a solitary color of servos.
I understood the situation and nodded. "Well, thanks for taking time for me doc." I then sat and studied the bot in front of me as he started to work on my shoulder. While he did, I realized that in, all of my stellars, I had never met this bot before and yet he knew my name. While I realized that he probably knew my designation because he had access to my file. "So doc, what's your designation?"
The mech's smirk fell slightly into a smile before the smirk returned. "Well, I guess you can know some things about me, since you are allowing me to work on you." He then paused for a click and moved the torch slightly, before he said, "The name's Fable. I've been a medic for fifty stellars but most bots don't appreciate the hard work I put into them. Such lovely creations. It's quite sad, really. But, I will not hold that against them…for now."
I didn't like the sound of the end of that and hoped that I wouldn't end up on this medic's bad side. He didn't seem like the regular kind of medic. He seemed to be calculating something but, honestly, I didn't mind as he started to finish up sealing my wound.
My spark, however, fell as a light blue femme nurse came in and her optics widened when they landed on Fable. "What are you doing in here?" She sounded panicked and that could not be good for me.
Fable, having just finished sealing my wound, turned off the welder and held up a dismissing servo to the nurse. "Can't you see I'm with a patient now nurse?"
"Patient? You were banned from being in a medical bay and touching any bot medically!" The femme yelled at Fable. "What did you do to this mech?"
At her words, I jumped off the berth and studied the weld mark. What I saw caused my spark to fall slightly. While the weld was done correctly, the mech had taken the liberty of adding a spark-beat monitor design into the weld as well. Well frag…this mech was a raving lunatic. Well, at least he knew what he was doing.
"Nurse I was just taking care of my patient. At least I didn't rearrange his limbs like I did the last one." Okay, Fable said that too non-chalantly to be sane. And he still had that same smirk on his faceplate.
The nurse was not looking happy at this insane mech's answer. "You are not licensed to work on any Cybertronian and you know this Fable! You psycho maniac!" She practically growled the last part.
I flinched at the glare that Fable sent toward the femme, as did she, before he responded to that. "While I appreciate the flattery at the end dear femme, you had best to make sure you check your facts. While it is true that I may not be all that put together in the helm, I passed my medical exam and I am allowed to practice. Just because you fools here will not let me practice here, even when you are in need of even my services like now, does not mean that I cannot practice." He was practically seething at her. Guess his medical license was a touchy point with him.
This was a strange situation and I am not sure what I could do right now. While the nurse did seem to be in charge, this mech did heal my arm. While the seal over the closure was a little…eccentric…it was sealed correctly and was quality work. Plus, I had to give the mech some credit. At least he knew he was insane.
The nurse suddenly changed her look to a glare before she seemed to activate her comm link. "This is Avian down in check-up room twenty-five. Fable is down here again. Bring security with you."
To my surprise, Fable did not launch at the femme or try to escape. He was standing against the berth that I had recently vacated and was staring at me, his strange dark blue optics with orange irises seemingly studying me. I was curious as to why that was before, after a click, I suddenly got a private comm with a file attached to it. "Please look at my file and consider making me a part of your team. I have heard of you and is why I risked working on you even though I know that they check up on Primes that are waiting as soon as they can. From my understanding, you only have yourself and a tactician known as Trecke. If you would allow, and if you would not mind dealing with my…insanity, then please allow me on your team. All I wait for is a nod to make my resolution to serve your team out loud and in front of our conveniently available witness…es."
Wait…did Fable plan this from the start? From the calm look I could see on him, then that might be a yes. Since I did still need a medic, I looked into his file and noticed that he had multiple infractions for dismembering his patients…willing patients who had signed wavers of rights, and rearranging their limbs or even putting the limbs of one bot onto another. While his medical license was not taken away for doing that, he was forbidden to work in hospitals that did not want him. Iacon Central was one of those hospitals.
I glanced at that mech in front of me and back through the report, that definitely had more on it then I had time to thoroughly study, before I made my decision. While this mech would make a very strange addition to my team…well, another strange addition to my team, I felt like this mech would be the exact type that Pandimala would have approved of. He was underestimated by the bots around him, an outcast one might say, and he was fragging good at his profession. Not the absolute best, but hard to beat.
My helm nodded deliberately toward him to let him know that I had accepted him. In return, his smirk…that seemed to be always present on his faceplate, fell into a smile as he nodded back at me once.
The sound of pedesteps caused both Fable and I to turn toward the doorway and I saw that there were three large mechs who probably worked as security here at the hospital. "Fable, come with us quietly and peacefully." One of the mechs said slowly. Did they think he was stupid? Mentally unstable…yes I saw that. But he was no idiot.
In response, Fable walked up to me, causing security and Avian to tense, before he got down on his right knee before placing his right servo over his spark. "In the name of Primus, I, Fable, medic of Cybertron stand before Sentinel Prime in the presence of witnesses Avian, Cranklock, Sunlock, and Scramble. I, Fable, from this click hence, voluntarily swear to you, Sentinel Prime, my fealty. I will be a faithful medic to you with regard to your life, as well as the life and wellbeing of those who you command me to, in good faith and without deception. I shall use all my skill and energon to fight and heal for you, precious leader, and any you command me to."
Wow…I didn't expect a full oath of fealty. That was almost as confusing as Trecke's had been…and that had been just weird. It confused me so much that we stayed in these positions for a few clicks. But, movement from Avian and the others, caused me to realize that I had to react. But, before I could, Avian started to talk. "Now you're just showing your damaged processor again you dolt. Like anybot would,"
"I accept your oath of fealty Fable. Welcome to my team." I interrupted Avian with a smile and nod toward the for once serious looking Fable.
However, that serious look did not last any longer as the smirk returned to his faceplate. Once he rose, he leaned his helm so he was looking toward Avian and the others before smirking. Then he stuck out his glossa at them before he started to laugh up a storm.
I just faceplate palmed myself. This was going to be a very…interesting team.
End of Flashback.
"Sentinel, how much longer until we arrive and I can meet my new test subjects?" Fable asked me with the most serious faceplate I had ever seen…that also had a smirk.
Even though Fable had only been on our team for thirteen solar cycles, two solars after Optimus and his team had left to return to Earth, I was already used to how he spoke of new bots and this was not unusual. He had greeted Trecke, when they first met, with asking if he could put Trecke's left arm where his right was, and so forth with the left. Trecke had immediately cried to me to protect our love together.
But, after that incident, we had a few training sessions as a team and, as strange as our team was, we quickly learned how to work together during these times. I think it also helped that both had sworn their very sparks to me and both Trecke and Fable seemed to respect that in each other.
But, back to Fable's question. "We have about thirty clicks before we land planet-side. While we are there, unless they give you no other option, please try to not disassemble Optimus Prime's team. I don't want to hear him and Elita-One badgering me about it." I then turned to both with a serious look. "Both of you need to remember that Optimus' team has not met you yet. You are not allowed to scar their processors for life during introductions. Again, Optimus and Elita would get on me about it and that would be a pain."
This assignment on Earth was going to be difficult as it was, since I was going to have to work with Elita and Optimus again. Besides the temporary times on Earth, during which I had Ultra Magnus with me, I had worked…or even spoken with, Optimus and Elita since after the trial concerning Archa 7. Both Fable and Trecke knew the story, and had sworn to never mention it when there was even a slim chance of other bots hearing. They were my team and I did not want to keep Pandimala and her involvement in the Archa 7 situation from them so I didn't. Thankfully, they were loyal bots and, even with their strange quirks, they had yet to say anything that I didn't want them to say.
But, this would be another test entirely. Optimus and Elita were responsible, in my books, for what happened that dreaded solar on Archa 7. Both Fable and Trecke recognized that, technically, Pandimala was the first member of our team, though she did not live long to enjoy it, and they felt an anger toward Optimus and Elita for their servo in her offlining.
The thirty clicks passed much faster than I thought they would and, soon, we were landing in the new base that was set up just outside of Detroit. The humans were in a conditional alliance with the Autobots and, to show this, they had allowed us to build an official base here on Earth. There were rooms in the base that could house my team and, with how I knew my team, I knew that we would be spending a lot of time here.
Once the ship was docked, I led my team to the cargo bay. I stood in front of the doors and let out a sigh. This was not how I planned to spend my next collection of solars. Having to be near…them. But, I had to look at the bigger picture. Megatron and his higher command had escaped and I felt like they would be here on Earth. But, before I could press the button to lower the gang-plank, I found my servo hesitate in front of the button and that it was shaking slightly. This…this was going to be difficult.
A servo being placed on each of my shoulders caused me to look at my sides and I saw that Trecke had his servo on my right shoulder and Fable had his on my left. Both of their faceplates showed a serious determination. "My love, my Caeser, we will be with you through every step of this trial." Trecke encouraged me in his own way.
Fable nodded. "I will excise a path for you, my precious leader, and you will never be alone in this challenge. Both Trecke and I will stand tall with you. Our loyalty will never falter."
Those two rarely got along when I hadn't coached them to before this so them cooperating now sent a wave of encouragement through my systems. With this new encouragement, I pressed my servo against the button and, the nano later, the gang-plank slowly lowered. Once it was fully on the ground, I saw Optimus and his team standing in front of me.
Starting on the far right, I could see the old medic called Ratchet. Out of Optimus' entire team, that was really the only mech I could say that Optimus was lucky to get. A veteran of the Great War, Ratchet was a legend among medics. Fable even respected the old bot and that said something. Next to him was the femme called Arcee. While I was not very familiar with her, since she had only recently regained her memory, I reserved my judgement of her for another solar.
Next to her, and on Optimus' left, was the one called Prowl. He was the cyber-ninja that almost offlined during their fight with Megatron here. I wasn't quite sure on all the details on that situation but the bot himself seemed to be an uptight bot who could be a stickler. From the looks I could already see on both Trecke's and Fable's faceplates, they saw fresh energon ripe for the attacking.
…This would not end well.
On the other end there was the small scout Bumblebee, who had a mouth loud enough to attract Decepticon attention from miles away, and next to him was the bumbling warrior of Optimus' team; Bulkhead. While the bot could have potential, if he applied himself to warrior training, the space bridge expert did not seem to want to practice fighting. For such a smart mech, he was very street dumb.
I growled softly to myself when I saw Elita standing on Optimus' right. Just seeing her an Optimus again reminded me that I would have to spend the foreseeable future near them. Plus, with how my team was, I would have to talk with Optimus and Elita more than I wanted. Of course, since they were responsible for what happened to Pandimala, I didn't want to speak a word to them. But, our fight against the Decepticons was more important than my hatred of Optimus and Elita.
"Sentinel, was your trip to Earth safe?" Elita asked me once my team and I stopped at the bottom of the ship's gangplank. After I activated the gangplank to rise behind us, I answered her. "Yes. Our trip went as smoothly as it could." I then motioned to their team. "If you could, Optimus Prime, introduce yourself and your team to my own team before they reciprocate." Trying to keep it professional and quick. No excess talking or I could get in trouble. My team and I could get into trouble.
Optimus looked upset at my response before he nodded. "That does seem fair since we have the greater numbers."
"Though not the greater processor power for common sense my love." Trecke whispered while Optimus was telling his bots to introduce themselves to us.
I shook my helm but smirked. While Trecke still called me his love, which I was not, I had to admit that most of them didn't seem to have a lot of processor power to rub together.
Optimus then motioned to his troops. "We have our scout; Bumblebee." The yellow loudmouth then stepped forward. "Our warrior and space bridge expert Bulkhead." The green mech then took a step forward. "Our second in command; Elita-One Prime."
"Though you all can just call me Elita-One. Add the Prime and I'll make you regret it." She was smiling in what seemed to be a joking way as she said this. But, I could tell by the looks on my team that if she tried to follow up on that, they would tear her to shreds. That was a positive about having slightly mentally unstable bots on your team. If they were loyal…then they were loyal to a fault.
Optimus then took over again. "I am Optimus Prime and I am team leader." He then motioned to the cyber-ninja. "This is Prowl and he is a Cyber-Ninja." The motorcycle mech nodded his helm toward my team stiffly. Oh, he was just writing 'I am a target' all over him to my team. I already felt the helmache coming on. "This is Arcee and she is our team's intelligence agent." Right, like her file said.
Arcee then took over. "Oh, and one of our teammates, Sari Sumdac, was unable to come this solar to greet you. She had tutoring with her teacher-bot."
…Huh? I thought somebot was missing from this team line-up. Before I could think on that, Optimus turned to his medic. "And this is our medic; Ratchet."
"How is your psychotic aft on a team?" I practically jumped when Ratchet yelled that while pointing at Fable.
Trecke growled at that in return and took a step toward the medic. As much as I wanted to see Trecke defend Fable, however, I couldn't let energon be spilled during the first few clicks of our time here on Earth.
However, Fable had himself covered. "Old mech, it has been a while. I see your servo has been exchanged. I wondered when that would get fixed." He then smirked even wider. "As to why I'm on a team? Well, my precious leader graciously accepted my oath of fealty and now I get to play with so many limbs!"
Letting out a sigh, I decided that it would be best to introduce my team. "Before this gets out of servo, allow me to introduce my team." Yeah, before they went and drove Optimus' team insane. I decided to start with myself. "I am Sentinel Prime and I am the leader of my team." Then, I motioned to my right. "This is Trecke and he is my tactician."
"Oh my love you finally acknowledge me as yours!" I flinched as Trecke yelled that. Into my audio.
"He is not your love Trecke. Get that through that thick one-track processor of yours. Or maybe, I'll replace it." Fable bantered back at Trecke.
Of course, Trecke couldn't just stand down. "Our leader will always be my one true love! I shall be his lover yet!"
Before this could escalate further, I held up a servo in front of both of them. "Enough both of you." I then let out a sigh before motioning to my newest member. "And lastly, this is my medic; Fable. He swore an oath of fealty to me and I accepted it. Respect my team and," I then glanced specifically at Optimus and Elita. "I'll try to respect most of yours."
I heard a soft scoff coming from the yellow scout and I had a feeling that this wasn't going to end well. "A team of only three bots and two are psychotic and he tells us he'll try to respect us? Big chin is an even bigger aft than we heard about."
…Oh slag.
Before I could move to stop him, Fable was away from my side and grabbed hold of the small scout before anybot on his side could react. "Listen here bug bot. While Trecke and I are pretty ready to admit that we are psychotic, please don't give me an excuse to act on it. Insulting my team leader like that is not a wise thing to do." He then smirked a dark smirk. "I will tear you apart joint casing by joint casing, and spread you across this entire planet in places that would make even the locals squirm in disgust and terror. A servo here, a digit there, an optic below, and each…little…denta…strung across the city like sparkling lights. Oh, the energon that could be spilled performing that dismemberment." Fable's grip then grew tighter and his optics widened maniacally. "Let's start now!"
Bumblebee screamed.
Fable: Oh the joy of being born into a story. So thrilling!
Sentinel: *faceplate palms* I can't get away.
Trecke: *smiles* My love we shall be together until the end of our solars!
Authoress: *walks in* Well, I'm glad the three of you made it back here safely.
Trecke: *smiles widely at Authoress* Oh my love my Authoress. How lovely you are this solar!
Authoress: *smiles* I could get used to this.
Sentinel: Vainglorious femme.
AN: And here is the first official chapter of this story! Not much action, I know, but at least we got to meet the two other bots who make up Sentinel's team! Kinda off their rockers but that's what, in my opinion, makes them loveable! I just want to huggle them both!
*coughs* Anyways, next chapter is going to have some exploration of Earth and more interactions between Optimus' team and Sentinel's team. Also, from this chapter on, we will have some more points of view besides Sentinel's. Should make this a lot more interesting.
Well, that's all I have to say for now! Please drop a review, even to say hi! I have to be off though. It is passed midnight and I have an early morning...today. So, until next time, TTYL! *sings about pirates coming for me*
