The Diego Diaries: Chat (dd7 7) HERE IS THE MISSING PART! SORRY! :DD
=0=The Clerb
The club began to empty as the waiters went about their business unaware of the happenings. Clubs ebbed and flowed during the morning hours and this wasn't unusual. The five sitting at the table didn't seem aware of things being odd nor did they pay attention to Hound and his mechs. Everyone was either soldier, Home Guard, Air Force and with some so it wasn't strange at all that in the end two groups were present, Hound's and theirs.
Hound who cleared the decks with Prime on the sit-rep watched as the owner who was aware of the problem called his waiters to 'help me get a keg, boys, before the mid morning rush'. They walked cheerfully to the backroom where everyone was held by the owner.
Hound stood, then stretched. It was then that Sandstorm who was with him stood as well and shoved him. "Fragger," he said.
Hound turned to him and shoved back. "You're still a loser, Sandstorm. Frag off."
Twin Twist who was with them stood, then moved back. "If you're going to finally settle it, lets make it interesting. Choose up side, boys. I choose Hound." He grinned, then moved around the table, stepping just that much closer to the five who were watching the spat with interest.
Sandstorm turned on Twin and punched his face. Twin staggered back with Sandy moving in on him. Hound himself turned to look, then was spun as Splice punched him.
Diesel, a huge mechanism of the Turmoil persuasion and a redoubtable Wrecker stepped forward with a grin. He was a great mech with a legendary sense of humor who worshiped his bond, a sweet civilian as opposite of him as could be career-wise and the two little femmes that were their daughters. He moved on Splice. "That wasn't nice, Splice, hitting Hound like that."
"WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO ABOUT IT!?" Splice asked as he bounced on his peds, his fists slamming together in anticipation.
"I'm going to punch your face," Diesel said as he moved on Splice.
That mech moved swiftly, backing up past the table of the five to put it between Diesel and himself.
Diesel smiled. "Stay in one place, slagger."
"OKAY!" Splice said with glee as he stepped forward and tipped over the table of the five mechs watching.
Drinks, cards and other stuff flew everywhere as the heavy table took out three of them right away. They fell backward pinned by the table as they floundered. The two who weren't rose and froze, stopping immediately as big big guns were pressed against their helms.
Splice grinned. "Hold on there, partner. I don't want to ventilate your helm. Much."
Three more guns had also flipped open to be pressed against the foreheads of the three on the floor. They relaxed and the room became instantly still.
Hound grinned. "You're under arrest, slaggers. If you move, we'll eliminate your right to a fair and speedy trial. Any questions?"
There were none.
=0=Outside a few seconds later
They came out under heavy guard and covered in energon chains and cuffs. They were located in the databases for crime and disorder recovered on Cybertron that identified them as part of a road rage gang from Nova Cronum. The leader, Spectre was a very dangerous mech with a string of murders behind him that had never been solved. He was smart, tactical and dangerous as frag.
Pausing before Prime who was leaning on a forensics van, Spectre grinned. "Hello, Prime. Long time, no see."
"Not long enough," Prime said. He nodded to Springer who nudged them along.
Entering a police van, they sat and the doors closed.
Prime glanced at Springer. "I would hope you book them yourselves. That one, Spectre is tremendously dangerous."
Springer nodded. "Done deal." He glanced around. "You're off duty. If you want to share the joy, you can come with me."
"Does that include me?" Drift asked with a grin.
"It's in the fine print," Springer said with a chuckle. He transformed, then headed out to follow the van. Half the group with them did the same, the rest chatting a moment before joining them.
Prime turned to the mechs who were standing on the sidewalk, Hound and his team. "Thank you. You did a very great favor to the colony just now."
"No problem, though I will say some of these slaggers need to remember to pull their punches," Hound said with chagrin.
"Sorry, Dad," Splice said with a chuckle. "I'm going to watch Springer get plowed. Who's with me?" he asked.
They all were. The five disappeared into traffic together.
Prime grinned, then turned to the others. "Roll out, Autobots?" he asked.
They did.
=0=At the jailhouse
They drove into the parking lot by intake and as they did half those following transformed into themselves to watch the fun. Sometimes, especially if Drift and Springer were leading the charge, a mech or ten would try to make it hard.
The door to the van opened and five sullen mechs looked out. The guard who came out of the building took the lead as was his job. "Alright, slaggers … come out, come out wherever you are. Don't try to be cute. We can bend your chassis ten different ways."
The mechs inside glanced at each other, then stood. The chains they'd wrapped around them fell away leaving only cuffs on their wrists. It was the guard's call even as those watching felt that was possibly a bad one. No one said as word as the five stepped down.
No one said as word either as Spectre swung his arms and clipped the guard under the chin sending him flying into Springer and Company who were watching.
That was when all five of them began to run like the wind.
=0=At The Fortress
They began to gather for the morning briefing, the civilians and soldiers who ran the colony for their constituent groups. It was the long overdue catch up for everyone and this particular meeting would be entertaining not for the information that'd be given but for the children standing all over the table.
The Circle of Light Preparatory Academy was off duty for three orns due to their revamping of the curriculum which happened every half year. They'd be going over the children's testing, preparing lessons around that information and getting ready to continue down the path to enlightenment with their tiny minions. So for the next three orns, the kids would be out of school.
Standing together on the table babbling together happily, Io, son of Caro and Payload, Dart, son of Starscream and his trine and Resolve, son of Perceptor and Wheeljack had gathered. They were a bright ray of sunshine to the adults coming into the room, some of them the beaming genitors of said infants.
Down table, Prowler stood beside Oto, a tiny mech who was the newly made grandson of Neo and Laret given an adoption of his genitors by these, their long time family friends.
Adult adoptions were alive and well in the colony.
Nearby, Sojourner, Solus and Halo were staring at the data pad under their peds, watching the stars and comets flying around on the 'general impressions of the system' page that Prowl had changed it to for their benefit. They were exclaiming over the flashing lights, the streaking comets and other debris as Halo tried to catch them with her tiny black servos.
Their laughter sounded like wind chimes.
Laret grinned. "So sweet. You babies are so sweet."
All of them turned to Laret, then smiled. That was when they all headed her way for a hug. Then that led to everyone on the table walking around the table getting hugs from everyone there. Then they had to stop a moment to hug each other, some of them babbling unintelligible stuff as they pointed to everyone, then laughed.
Wind chimes.
Prowl watched them with a sense of peace that few things ever gave him short of being home or around Prime. They were his, all of them and in some fashion they were. He had to protect all of them. Hence, they were *HIS*!
He grinned.
They were.
Slaggers.
Ratchet who had walked out then returned with cookies was cutting one up to make tiny ones for the kiddies. When he had done so he held one up, a tiny thing in his big big servo. "Come and get it, infants."
They did. They ran as fast as they could, then formed a line. Some of them would take a while to cross the table. When their line was formed, they smiled. "Please!" they said, most of them. Others said their closest proximity.
One by one, they took a cookie(let), said thank you and walked over to sit down on the map to eat. Prowl enclosed all of them in the circle of his arms after they'd gathered. "Mine. All of you are mine. Thank you for coming to your true ada to eat your cookie."
Huge laughter and slag hit that as Prime walked in with Magnus. He walked to his chair, then sat. "I see Circle Prep is closed for a few orns."
"It is. All my children are here to hang out with me. Right, babies?" Prowl asked.
They looked at him, then smiled almost as one. He grinned at Prime with a smug expression. "See?"
"I see a loon," Ratchet said with a dazzling smile. "I suppose we need to get this goat rodeo going."
Prowl shot him a cool gaze. "Why else are you here?"
"For my dazzling wit?" Ratchet asked to great scorn, agreement and laughter.
"On that happy note," Optimus said as he looked at his agenda, then blanched a little at its length. "How about education first?"
Herling and Nova who were chuckling at the lunacy picked up their data pads. "I'm so glad that you chose us. We have many happy things to relate."
They would.
=0=At the jailhouse now
They all stood up again, then ran forward to give chase to the slaggers who were hoofing it toward another entrance to the building. It would lead inside to the dining room and then the offices beyond of those who worked here. It was a frantic footrace to the door and the miscreants made it there first.
Bursting through, they fled into an astonished roomful of worker bees and lawyers who froze at the intrusion. A siren went off and doors began to close, sealing everyone into their area so that no one could leave or enter. It was a calculated choice for security that could only be alleviated by someone having the program installed internally that would allow them to bypass the siren to escape an area under lock down.
Given that it was the same system as Cybertron and that the miscreants knew that, they grabbed two femmes, hurried to the locked door nearby and ordered them to unlock the seals. They did in their fright and disappeared down the corridor with the five criminals as the doors sealed behind them.
Everyone burst in, saw the mess and not the slaggers, then Springer bellowed, "Where did they go?"
Someone stood up and pointed at the door. "THEY GRABBED TWO FEMMES! THEY HAVE FERI AND LASSIE!"
"FRAG!" Springer said. "Get them on the locator grid then send it to me. Get all of you on it. We're going to block them in, then negotiate. Get our negotiator here."
Drift nodded, put in the call to Ratchet who was the chief negotiator for the system, then hurried with Springer to the door. They scanned the local area, found it free of anyone at all, then Springer popped the seal on the door. Moving silently, they slipped inside as the power to lights and equipment for the building was cut off.
=0=Meeting
Ratchet sat straight up, then glanced at Prime. "I have a negotiation at the courthouse. The slaggers got loose somehow."
Prowl rose. "Paragon, please take over the meeting," he said as he hurried to the door with Ratchet. They were gone in seconds.
=0=TBC 6-4-19