The beginning
A metallic orb going by the name of Cybertron hung in the very fabric of space, suspended in a non-existent air, rotating inside its orbit endlessly. The surface reflected its very own star, heating its body ever so slightly, giving the warmth of life to its ecosystem. The mass of the metallic sphere bore a sense of intimidation amongst other nearby inhabited worlds, oh but so dangerously beautiful. The reflection of the gigantic star it had orbited spewed rays of light towards two moons caught in the large planet's gravitational pull, basking its pale beams towards its life-forms during times of rest and recharge, one ashy sphere had overshadowed its counterpart enough to give the other a sense of Insignificance, all the while resting just behind it's smaller sibling. Dusty swirls and craters coated its surfaces, yet bore no life unlike it's caretaker.
The planet of metal in days of old had been known as Primus, a sentient god of all things good and pure. For many eons he clashed with his hatred-filled twin brother, Unicron, a demented god of death, his never-ending thirst for chaos and power crippled them both eventually, sending both siblings into millions of years of stasis in the forms of colossal planets. Disciplined for their disturbances to the universe. During his long slumber, Primus had given birth to a new race of sentient beings in hopes of defeating his brother, "Transformers", they came to call themselves. Primus bore thirteen children, today known as the original thirteen Primes. Each all unique, each in balance of one another. Unicron, overtime grew organic life soon becoming what is known as Earth. The very whisper of his name forgotten to time.
But that's another story for another time.. we focus this tale on two ordinary mechas, soon both destined for much more.
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A mech quietly made his way through crowds upon crowds of Cybertronians, mumbling subtle words of "Excuse me" and "Pardon me" Apologetic to those he squeezed past with his broad pauldrons, sometimes knocking into others without realizing. His crimson torso was only partially visible above some of the gatherers. He was tasked with meeting his fellow bots at a local Energon bar, bribed to leave the comfort of his isolated studies to celebrate. Although he wasn't too comfortable with the mass of bots around him, sometimes his anxiousness would get the better of his processor. But today was a once in a Cycle event the mech would experience with his best friends. It was Primus day.
Mechas came together to drink, party, and share memories with their companions in celebration of the birth of their race.
He turned down a slightly less crowded street, but that still didn't mean it wasn't just as active. Out of nowhere a group of five younglings, fascias painted with all sorts of colours and patterns sprinted past him, almost knocking into his legs. Their laughter rang through the avenue as they weaved and dodged larger mechs and femmes in their path of youthful destruction. He chuckled inwardly and was about to carry on to his destination until he realized he stepped in something cold and sticky. Gross. Lifting his navy pede, he inspected such fluid that was probably left behind by the youths. His optics clicked, focused on what it was.
It seemed like one of them dropped Iced-energon during their troubled-ridden spree.
Making an effort to drag his metallic boot across the ground, attempting to get most of it off at the very least.
"Orion!"
As he was occupied with inspecting the tread grips of his now slightly-cleaner pede, his audials homed in towards the sound of his name. Brilliant azure optics flicked upwards in the direction of the soft voice that beckoned for his very presence. His crested helm followed suit. Upon what he visioned brought a small smile to his features, his optics slightly wider.
"Orion! Over here!"
She called to him in her angelic tone, one servo attempting to raise her vocal volume by clasping her digits in a "C" around her rose lip-plates, the other high in the air waving, attempting to grab his attention. Though she already had it of course. Orion lowered his pede and weaved through lighter crowds to get to her. She had been still waving her servo to him, thankfully he could see her petite frame that was swallowed by the larger bots around her. She relaxed her composure and began leaning on the bar counter, her two-wheeler frame coming just high enough for her to do so. Looking quite amusing to the mechs around that towered over the counter, including the bartender.
Ariel was unique when it came to femmes created in Iacon since she herself was originally from Kaon. She had sharp digits instead of the usual box-like ones and sported a slimmer and curvier metal frame compared to the bulky femmes of Iacon. Her helm continued down the sides of her fascia in small curved half spirals, accentuating her femminine plating. Ariel's forehelm carried a small intricate crest like Orion's, though wasn't much noticeable. To top it all off, the back of her helm sported a cable-like ponytail, protected with bits of fuchsia plating.
But just because she was small and pink, didn't mean she lacked a backstrut. In the time that Orion had known her, she was always confident in herself. She may have been youthful and immature when it came to enjoying activities with friends, but when encountering hostile personalities she was the first to tell them off, often defending friends or herself. Her stubbornness often led to trouble with him and his mentor, Alpha Trion. She consoled Orion on his anxiety and helped him calm his processor time and time again. Her confidence in Orion made her a loyal and trustworthy friend.
As he arrived beside her, Chromia popped her helm up out of the blue, behind her. Literally.
The bulky femme leaned a forearm on her shorter friends helm, resting her chinplate on herself, looking at Orion with narrowed optics.
"Took ya' long enough!" She then rolled her optics, furrowing her brows and huffing her vents in annoyance. "Then again.. Ironhide isn't here still."
Ariel brought her arm back and poked a sharp digit in her blue friend's side, earning a high-pitched yelp from the azure femme. "He'll be here soon, we still have all solar-cycle."
Her free arm leaving her hip, the Camien slapped Ariel's servo away in retaliation. The pink femme backfired, sticking her glossa up towards her, trying her best to reach upwards.
"Ew, don't lick me.." Chromia mumbled, taking her weight off the smaller femme.
Orion quirked a thick brow.
As Ariel and Chromia goofed off with one another..Orion turned to politely ignore the femmes, scanning the crowds, in hopes of finding his larger friend. His optics clicking, dialing its focus towards a dark coloured bot, hovering over many mechas.
Ah.. there he is.
But his approach was unexpected, the wide mech was sprinting over with thunderous pede steps, to his own surprise. Orion had never seen the lug run that fast. He did his best to dodge crowds, narrowly avoiding a group in time. His blue optics were wide with fear, his denta set in a panicked clench. Ironhide slid to a halt, sidestepping quickly behind his sparkmate. Setting his large servos on her pauldrons with a heavy vent.
Chromia had still been recovering from the sudden force on her backplates. "What on Cybertron are you doin'?" She demanded, unimpressed with her conjux.
The red and black mech said nothing but pointed a thick digit towards the crowds he just came out from.
The three slowly turned their helms towards where he was signaling… The suspense hung thick in the air, like the very smog that hung above Kaon. Ironhide lowered his optics so that they levelled with his Sparkmate's shoulder-plate. His brows raised. All Orion could hear was light metallic rattling, he furrowed his thick brows. The noise was swiftly heading towards their location, getting louder and louder. Ariel had even positioned herself slightly behind himself. All four sets of optics were set on the crowd.
The crowds of bots were now gazing downwards, utterly confused and amused expressions on their fascias.
Out of the many shinplates of older bots, a large group of small younglings emerged. Each youth carrying a small taser pistol in their tiny servos, aimed directly at Ironhide.
Chromia took one look and burst out with laughter, loud and echoing. Her optics shut tight. She raised a servo to wipe a small trail of coolant from her optic.
"You CAN'T be serious!?" She turned her helm towards the mech. "Are you really afraid of a bunch of younglings with taser guns?"
Ironhide's fachsia now darkened, his brows now downturned. "Do you realize how many of them there are?!" He continued, raising his panicked tone. "And how many guns they have!?" He raised a digit in their direction, still lumbering behind her smaller frame.
Ariel struggled to suppress laughter with small servos.
Orion smiled at the sudden amusement, chuckling softly. He didn't express much emotion often but his own EM field radiated excitement.
Unbeknownst to poor Ironhide, a youngling snuck behind everyone. Looking for quick revenge and reaction.
He shot The mech directly in the aft. Making him jump and squeal. A feminine squeal. The ground shook slightly as he came back down.
Ariel regained her footing as she took the quake the hardest. "Oh come on Hide! They're younglings!" She reasoned, servos opened and grinning.
He shooed at the escaping delinquent with a fist.
His mechly pride damaged. "How about you.." he poked a thick digit towards her. "Go see if you can reason with them then!"
She shrugged innocently. Obliviousness written on her fascia.
Turning towards Orion, she offered her small servo towards him, her large baby blues sparkling with every flicker and click her optics created, focusing on his own azure ones, gentle waves of blue gazing back towards one another with all of the tenderness and care in the galaxy. The crimson mech engulfed hers, the size of his own vastly different, thick digits held strong onto slim delicates.
With a gentle tone, she spoke. "Let's go have some fun, I think you deserve a de-stress cycle."
Orion nodded silently, taking in her soft vocal box with his audials. When she wanted to be, she was so tender and gentle towards him. He could stand there and listen to her for mega-cycles, her smooth speech waves flowing through one audial and out the other giving his processor rest at peace for only a moment.
Together they made harmony with each other's wave patterns, deep baritone embracing gentle soprano.
Though Orion knew that tomorrow he would have to prepare for his speech at the council with Megatronus. He was nervous, though silently. But the fuchsia femme easily took notice, reading his optics and EM field.
"It's alright, I'm sure you'll do fine tomorrow.. for now, relax." She read his processor directly as if he had physically projected it right in front of her. He smiled lightly, leaning in slightly and whispering. "Thank you, Ariel."
"Aye! Cmon' you two! You can flirt later!" Chromia spoke loudly from a few feet forward, still walking, her helm slightly tilted to the side, giving the two a side glance from her own dominating optics.
Orion could swear that his facsia lit up like a pile of red energon crystals in a deep, dank cavern at the dead of recharge.
Ariel however, remained still, her facsia unreadable. Optics and helm lowered a tad. Lips set in a firm line, her cheek plates slightly tinged the same colour as her own frame. But not a moment later her demeanor changed to the opposite, playful aggression dominating her emotions.
She shook a fisted servo towards her best friend. "Says the one whos spark-bonded with a stinky hunk of metal!"
Chromia laughed outwardly.
Ironhide produced a childish pout upon his masculine features.
"Aw… I'm not stinky.. am I Chromia?"
"Nah.. not really…" continuing, she then mumbled, making a small gesture with her first two digits.
"Maybe a little…"
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The cycle was soon coming to an end, after mega-cycles of activities, games and delicious energon based goodies.
The sun had begun to set on the metallic horizon, engulfing the city in glorious rays of light peeking between buildings and skyscrapers. The edges of endless blue seas in the sky held tones of lavender and pastel red, colouring the fluffy white stretches of clouds in front of them.
The councillors of Iacon had announced more events in the late cycle to finish off Primus day. Though bots celebrated him cycle to cycle. Seekers would fly by soon, followed by fireworks.
Chromia and Ironhide had wandered off to find some high quality, high-grade energon for tonight's events and Primus knows what else. Leaving the two bots in each other's company to find a resting zone unoccupied by crowds of mechas.
Ariel let Orion servo in servo down the street towards the great Hall of Records. A joyful hop in each step she took, excitement radiating in her EM field. Orion took note, reading her field. He followed suit, an innocent smile gracing his fascia. His optics wandered towards their intertwined servos, was she interested in him? Did she like him? As a potential sparkmate? No… it was merely friendship.. or was it? She didn't visit him after work every day or take time out of her day for him for simple friendship.. His processor clouded from utterly confusing thoughts. In all honesty he liked Ariel, though he was confused on what his own intentions were, being inexperienced in such things as romantic companionship between two bots. He never had the time to integrate himself into such things like that, always delving into his studies as a political speaker or simply being his mentor's data clerk.
"Are you there?" Ariel spoke facing him, waving a free servo in front of his optics.
He came back to his sensors immediately, flicking his orbs downwards to hers. "Pardon my absence, I was caught up in thought."
Ariel hummed, changing the subject suddenly. "You think we could reserve the roof of the Hall?" She stared off in the distance towards the large building in thought.
"Possibly, though I don't think Alpha Trion would appreciate us soliciting after hours." He wondered.
"I'm sure he wouldn't mind, especially for today… come on live a little!" The pink femme pleaded, tugging on his servo gently.
"Alright." Orion finally complied. With a small huff of his vents, he led the way towards the great Hall of Records with Ariel in tow through the masses of bots. If Ariel didn't have the blatant features of a mature femme, she could've been msitaken for Orion's younger sibling, holding on to her to make sure she wouldn't get into any mischief or at the least wander off. They had both gone over this topic previously when Megatronus jokingly teased her about being a "runt" of a Kaonite. Though Orion felt bad for her he couldn't help that it was true, Ariel had been small in such standards. Luckily she retaliated with an "overly robust" comment towards Megatronus. Orion had to keep each hot-helmed bot off of one another, since they carried similar clashing personalities. He then vowed to keep them apart as much as possible after that.
...
His bulky pedes clanked against the metal as he took careful steps upwards, Ariel followed with him, her lighter metallic tinks and the soft whirring of her joints lifting her lightweight frame up the incline with precise ease. Himself not as much, but compared to larger mechs, he was grateful.
As they arrived at the gargantuan doors, Orion shot one last worried look towards the fuchsia femme, looking for any hint of uncertainty. But none was to be found, instead her eager optics fixated on the grand entrance.
Orion slowly, almost hesitantly raised a bulky forearm towards the side keypad. Optics focused on the Cybertronian numerals, he expertly typed each digit in the small console. His employment code to be exact, meaning eventually Alpha Trion would know that he was here on a holiday… perhaps he would say he needed to bring some work home.
The entrance shifted.
Large doors slowly swung inwards as the latches released, paving a new open path for the bot that requested so. They groaned loudly from time alone.
They soon stopped wide open, additional latches making sure they stayed in an open position unless requested otherwise.
The pair stepped carefully into the old building, perhaps one of the oldest in Iacon. Though of course updated to keep up with technological advances. The inside of said building was glorious, Ariel never got used to such sights. Large tables sat in the middle of the Hall, reserved for studies and such. Rows upon rows of shelves full of data pads lined the sides of the room and the second floor, the upper area had a large balcony overlooking the studies below. At one end of the room, closed doors lie still. Most likely containing Alpha Trion's office of sorts. The other end held a large desk, containing frameless monitors and neatly stacked data pads off to the side. Which of course was Orion's desk.
Ariel gently let her servos out of his and propped herself upon his desk, crossing nimble legs. She set her bright optics to old holographic images of what was to be the original thirteen, lining the walls between the shelves. Mighty postures giving a sense of power and historical value to such knowledge carried within the Hall. Their godly appearances alone made her plates shudder ever so slightly.
Orion stood close by, noticing her back plates and small winglets shift a little, all the while sensing her EM field radiate a sense of insignificance. He took in her appearance bit by bit. Her legs hung off of his desk, in a crossed professional manner. Though her pedes were very far off the floor. Slim hourglass waist tilted back, smooth torso supported by thin arms and servos planted behind her. Soft baby blue optics with lighter tones of azure in the middle fixated towards his own, at equal height.
"So.. what made you want this sort of career so much?" She pondered, continuing. "Being stuck inside of a record hall all day.."
Orion's processors took little to no time coming up with an answer, of course.
"Ever since I was a youngling I grew a knack for such things, history, politics, even war. Often all of these topics clash together, politics often bring war.." he rambled on. "Maybe some cycle we can put an end to such atrocities, and eventually there will be peace for all."
Megatronus and himself had one goal, to bring peace to all Cybertronians. His next meeting would hopefully bring effect to their efforts, as he and his friend would be speaking with the council.
Ariel smirked. "Always knew you were a nerd, but I like it."
Orion's fascia plates heated slightly as he bowed his helm. Slight embarrassment lining his EM field. He approached his companion, leaning his elbows on his desk.
"Our race has suffered enough.. don't you think Ariel?"
The red mech's baritone pitch rumbled in the empty hall.
Ariel's smaller helm tilted in thought. "Of course! But at this point wouldn't they know to keep the peace? Learning from history and all?"
"History can be forgotten if it isn't taught."
She thought for a moment.
"You've got a good point, I suppose they don't want to teach such things in education, or maybe some bots are just naturally evil. She quipped, drumming her pointy digits on the metallic surface.
Orion nodded. Silence consumed his processor.
Attempting to rid the uncomfortable silence she vented lightly. "I suppose we should make our way to the roof don't you think?"
With a soft grunt, the femme slid off the desk, landing on the floor below with a metallic thunk. She steadied her pedes and turned for the entrance to the staircase.
Orion silently followed her lead, staring at the back of her helm, a blank emotion set on his fascia.
"Optimus"
Orion whipped his head upwards, the sudden voice making him jolt.
"What was that?"
It was like a ghost had whispered in his audials, but all the while calming. A soft but mature feminine voice, laced with wisdom and experience. Familiar in a sort of way, like he had known or at the very least met this individual. He couldn't put his digit on who it could've been. Though it left him slightly alarmed.
"Hmm?" Ariel turned to look at her friend, puzzled.
"I heard something.." he said, wearily searching the room around him with wide optics.
She paused her movement, shaking her helm. "I didn't hear anything, there is nobody here.. Are you sure you're okay?"
Venting heavily, he spoke, deep exhausted rumbling emitted from his vocal box. "I may be just fatigued because of the speech, and other things.." he added, obviously not going to explain why. He felt nervous around her, then again he was nervous around most things.
"Well, I've sent the two bulkheads to grab some high-grade.. and you.." she poked her digit towards him. "Are gonna be peer-pressured into some, of course by me. Because obviously you're a stressed mess and need to chill a little." She winked, pulling the old swinging-style back door open.
Orion could admit, he really could use something like this. A day to release, maybe loosen up a little. Perhaps tomorrow he would check his audials to see if they needed repair.
He took the door from her grasp, gesturing inside with a large opened servo. "Femmes first."
"Why thank you Mr. Pax, such a gentlemech." She joked, a sly grin on her fascia as she entered and began hopping up each step.
The crimson mech soon followed after.
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As they arrived at the top of the building, Ariel had almost given Orion a spark attack. She rushed to the edge of the roof, only to be stopped by the wall that surrounded the edges. Optics wide, pools of energon tinted visuals overlooking the environment below.
Gargantuan masses of colourful Cybertronians crowded the streets. By now, most had settled on the ground with fabrics splayed underneath for comfort. Couples cuddled, and lay on one another. Families sat together with treats and sweets, some holding sparklers and glowing accessories. Ready for what events awaited them that night.
Ariel gasped in awe. "This view is amazing!" Grasping her slim servos on the edge of the barrier, her optics sparkled.
"To think the seekers have this view all the time." Pax added, taking in the view beside the smaller femme.
"Honestly, I'm jealous.. I've always wanted to fly. I could never imagine getting so close to the stars, and having the ability to fly anywhere in the galaxy."
Orion turned his helm to gaze at her fascia, soft lips curled into a delicate smile, bright azure optics full of awe, and fascination. Light claws dug into the metallic ridges, trailing small circles into the surface. "Unfortunately, I'd prefer staying on solid ground." He smiled, slowly taking in her beautiful figure.
Orion continued. "But a seekers purpose is to find new sources of energon for Cybertron. I don't think they would have time for sightseeing and such. If you had been created a seeker, I would have never met you Ariel, nor Chromia or Ironhide. Being a seeker often comes with dangerous situations."
She hummed, gentle air circulating through her vents softly. "I suppose you're right Orion."
"I'm sure by now I would have been a melted pile of scrap by now if you hadn't consoled me." He chuckled, resting a servo on her pauldron.
She huffed lightly. "And I'm sure I would've been some servant to a higher council, possibly thrown into the Kaon pits." The pink femme hummed, grinning a moment later "Although I could've kicked some serious tailpipe."
"Kaon is no such place for a femme, given it's current circumstances." He stated, stern concern laced his vocals.
Ariel turned to look up at him sharply, flicking his chest plates. "What? You think I can't hold my own against some rusty Kaon mech?"
"No."
"It's just.. Kaon lacks the living conditions and rights a femme deserves. Many are used for disgusting purposes.." he cringed inwardly, he didn't even want to think about such a thing happening to Ariel. "And with Megatronus as gladiatorial champion, I wouldn't be confident in such a situation."
She placed her servo on her hips. "Surely not against Megatronus.." poking a digit to his chest, attitude lining her words. "But you? Younglings play."
Orion shot a confused look in her direction, before being taken completely off-guard.
A devilish grin surfaced on per face plates, small rose lips lined brilliant white canines. She pounced on him, like a cybertiger hunting it's unfortunate prey. Sending both bots to the cold metal floor. She proceeded to pin his arms above his helm, straddling his waist.
Metallic clashing and clanking ensued.
Orion grunted as he collided with the floor, surprised to struggle against her grasp. And for the position he has been forced into… quite frankly hes never been like this with a femme. Heat began rising on his fascia plates, his cooling fans had begun to kick into overdrive. He gazed directly into her pretty optics, malicious intent written in her orbs, her EM field gave off a suspicious aura of sinister playfulness. That look could either make a full grown mech run for the hills, or make them instantly attached to her hip.
Orion felt slightly uncomfortable, but at the same time he felt hot, but not just in his fascia. Orion felt steady warmth rising in his lower abdomen, he did his best to suppress such a feeling. It was like his processor was cluttered by a thick fog, swiftly, he escaped from her grasp and reached for her body. Flipping them both over, Ariel was now pinned to the ground by thick gauntlets of crimson.
Ariel squeaked in surprise, startled from the sudden exchange of positions.
In that very moment it all turned serious.
He became lost in her optics, endless pools of baby blue, ridged with icy shades of blue. Lust filled as they reflected his own. His darker azure ones locked into place, unmoving. It was like they were reading each other's processors, millions of pieces of data shared back and forth. They had begun to close in on one another, lust fueled and hot.
Until
The rooftop door burst open. Chromia and Ironhide had returned, carrying bottles of high quality high-grade energon. Lost in conversation with her sparkmate, Chromia hadn't noticed the bots on top of each other until she looked downwards with an unamused expression.
"Well, it was going to happen sooner or later.." She mumbled.
Chromia rested her servos on her hips. Ironhide peeked over her pauldron, he wiggled his thick brows, chuckling. "Maybe we should go?"
Orion whipped his royal azure helm upwards, suddenly stumbling to his pedes. Silently panicking. Ariel lay on the ground still, staring off into deep space. Her processor overwhelmed. Perhaps shocked of what came of the normally shy and reclusive bot she had known for a few solar-cycles.
Orion stuttered. "No no uhm.. stay. Ariel just lost her balance is all." He lied, lending a servo down towards her.
By now the rose femme had snapped out of it and nodded along with her friend, fascia hot. She took his assistance, pulling herself upwards.
"ANYWAYS.." Chromia raised her tone, pushing past the crimson mech towards her best friend.
"We're back and we brought refreshments!" Gesturing towards her Ironhide's servos. The neon blue liquids sloshed around in his clumsy thick digits.
Chromia placed her servo on Ariel's pauldron, guiding her away to chat with her about what happened between Ironhide and some poor shopkeeper he got in an argument over the price of high-grade earlier.
Leaving Orion alone with Ironhide.
"How did you get up here exactly?" The smaller mech questioned, utterly confused.
Ironhide placed the drinks down, careful to make sure the glasses didn't topple over. He answered. "Oh that, yeah.. ya left the doors unlocked."
"Hopefully Alpha Trion wouldn't find out about this irresponsible act." He thought, unamused.
"Anyways.." Orion heard Ironhide mutter under his breath.
Thunk!
"Attah mech!" The robust bot slapped his back, congratulating him enthusiastically, causing him to stumble forwards. Reacting quickly he braced himself, ready for another possible slap. "You seem to have a way with the ladies.. What's your secret?" Lowering his fascia near Orion's cupping his mouth. He lowered his vocal volume at the last sentence he spoke.
"I do not know what you speak of Ironhide.." Orion stated, trying his best to cover up the situation.
"Is that right? Had I not seen you propped on top of ol' pinky over there?" He pointed discreetly towards Ariel.
Orion vented harshly, frustrated and slightly annoyed.. maybe more embarrassed for the most part. "As stated before.. it was an accident." He avoided his Optics, hopefully avoiding his judgement as well.
"Whatever ya say buddy.." Ironhide huffed taking the hint, vents letting suppressed steam out. He sprawled out on the floor of the roof, beside the high-grade of course and patted the ground beside him, wanting one of his closest friends to join him.
He piped up yet again. "So, you think chasing pointy fingers over there is best for you? And your well being?"
"You know.. with all the stuff going around recently?"
"I'm not chasing anyone.." Orion lied. " Ariel is not like what those rumors say. She is kind, caring and thoughtful, sometimes more so than femmes in Iacon..." He defended, continuing. "Just because some are bad doesn't make the rest of them responsible for such things."
In recent solar-cycles on Cybertron, rumours arose from around the cities, bots from Kaon had grown more aggressive, fighting, attempting to conquer one another, or forming rallies against other councils. Cybertron was a mess politically. And so were its people. He felt something bad would happen, it was just a matter of time, and his studies on histories of war would confirm. Time seemed to repeat itself over so many solar-cycles. Evil bad guy, killing others at attempts for power and domination only to be defeated by a greater good.
The other neighbouring cities began to despise Kaon for its wild wickedry, often leading to Ariel being discriminated against in the streets. While having nothing to do with such things happening in her home city. He felt sorry for her, she didn't do any wrongdoings to deserve this.
"Speaking of Kaon.." his bigger friend piped up. "Does she.. you know, use her claws when you.. you kn-"
"Ironhide." Orion interrupted him in a harsh whispered tone. "I don't think that's appropriate at this moment in time." He quickly shot his optics towards the two femmes hoping they wouldn't hear them, but thank Primus they were off in their own world of joyful discussion.
"Alright, alright.. cool your vents." He defended. "Just curious is all.. I'm.. inexperienced with such femmes like her."
Good old Ironhide. An ever so slightly ask-too-many-weird questions mech.. strong willed and stubborn in nature. He and Chromia made amazing sparkmates. They both shared similar tastes in many subjects. Chromia of course, kept him in line when he sometimes got out of hand. Ironhide had been recently enrolled in Iacon's military recruit squad, taught by Sentinel himself. Along with Ultra Magnus, Jazz and Prowl.
Shhhewwww~
Just as he was drifting off into his quick thought, he tilted his helm to the skies at the distant whir of Cybertronian jets nearby, approaching fast.
Ariel had now taken a spot beside her fellow mech, Chromia against her own. The pink femme was giddy with excitement, covering her mouth with her servos and knees held up to her chest. Amazement in her adorable fascia. It was rare to see her like this.. he thought it was cute. Ariel was, in her own words, unfortunate to be a small two-wheeler. Though she didn't mind. Having a fascination with flight and space travel was important to her as an individual. She had always dreamt of becoming a commander of the Cybertronian Airforce, though she had little to no chance considering she could only have access to small land vehicles due to her small form and design.
Surely even in the standard Cyberton Military or Elite Guard, a mere femme standing twenty feet and only weighing a few thousand pounds would surely concern those she protected, though sometimes size isn't everything.
The fliers had now zoomed across Iacon with great speeds, trailing glorious colours of silver and blue behind them. Their afterburners produced bright flickers of purple, smoke followed behind. Each seeker had its own unique colours and designs, red, white and blue, one had been fully azure with small crimson accents. Another black and regal purple. Orion took notice of how colourful the sky had been as of late. Colourful fliers, the sun that had begun to set, and now soon enough the fireworks would start.
The rumble of their afterburners shook the ground slightly below the group of friends. Upon closer view and inspection, each seeker had also been different sizes, some noticeable and some not so much. The smaller tri-coloured one led it's trio in a neat arrow in the sky.
"The one leading is Starscream.." Ariel whispered in his audial receptor.
Orion leaned in and whispered back. "And the others?"
"The larger two on the outside are Skywarp and Thundercracker.." she then pointed a digit towards the smallest one between the two. "And that one is Slipstream, she's the newest one in their ranks. Cool huh?" Ariel complimented her teal and rich lilac frame.
"Her colours are beautiful." She sighed.
"Yours are far better." Orion piped up, optics running over her bright paint. "Unique."
Ariel sweetly smiled, running her digits over her smooth arm plating and dipping her helm. "Thank you.."
"They say paint like yours is unique because it is the colour of what we bleed, some fear it because they couldn't tell if you would've been covered in it or not during battle." Chuckling lightly at the end of his sentence.
"Really?.. I never thought of that." She replied with wide lens.
"Mhmm." He nodded. "The show should be starting any minute.." He said, changing the subject.
It was then that Orion glanced beside him, Ironhide had now moved. Now taking a place laying his head on Chromia's lap as she poured glasses of high-grade.
As she handed two off towards the rose and crimson bots Ironhide whined about wanting some too. And apparently wanting to have it personally delivered to his mouth by Chromia herself, resulting in glowing blue liquid all over his fascia. He sputtered, utterly shocked by his Conjux's actions. On the other servo, her moods uplifted, a grin plastered on her faceplates.
Ariel leaned towards her, extending her arm for a clean fist bump.
"Well by doing that, you just got energon all over your legs, great job!" Ironhide clapped sarcastically.
Chromia retaliated, shrugging her pauldrons. "Worth it."
Though his tone immediately changed to that of a dangerous grin. "I can lick it off if you'd like.." ironhide wiggled his brows seductively upwards.
Before Chromia could reply, Ariel interrupted her with a slight shudder.
"Aright you two, I'm sure you'll have plenty of time AFTER you go home."
Orion observed the situation, wisely keeping quiet for the sake of his own sanity of course.
An azure servo slapped Ironhide's Helm lightly. "Yeah, maybe, just maybe you should keep that to yourself.. though it would be nice.." she purred.
Ariel retracted physically in disgust. "Primus you two, get a-"
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Brilliant missiles rocketed upwards in the air leaving grey smokey trails behind, they exploded into bombs expelling many different colours, some had different shapes, some duplicated into many more. Appearing like the very ships that carried bots and traversed great distances across galaxies. Minus the explosion part of course.
Cheers and laughter emanated from all around the city, Orion smiled at the sound of such joy, a small change for the good until Iacon would become depressing and silent again.
He sipped on his beverage, bold, with a native Cybertronian musk and flavour. It went down smooth, with a pleasant aftertaste. A little kick when first swallowed. But not too overwhelming, perfect balance.
An unfamiliar weight now rested on his pauldron. He glanced over, moving his helm away from his glass.
Rose metal leaned into his side, and judging by the lack of optical light, she had fallen into recharge. Orion noted due to her small frame and the cycle's events, she was low on energy. And also perhaps of making sure everyone else's well being was stable, she forgot her own self-care. He would make sure that would change. In this state Ariel had appeared so calm, so innocent while recharging. A new side of her he had yet to witness.
His own optics had tinted the top of her helm blue, reflecting the light on her shiny helm. Her fascia resembled peace, her dark lashes shut over lovely optics. Ensnaring them in a cradle of slumber. Her lips came down into a slightly open pout, her small white canine stood out just behind her rose lips.
Slowly, he placed a gentle kiss on her small forehelm. His warm lips left a small mark on cool metal, leaning back towards her, he let his systems idle, eventually slipping into rest with the femme he cherished unknowingly. An important future awaited the both of them, but in patient time.
Hi! welcome! this is my very first story. And chapter :) I've decided on posting it early because I may need some judgement on my writing skills lol I'm a little new at this but so far I love it and I plan on writing a LOT if this holds up well. Thank you for reading and I will be out soon with another chapter!