The Diego Diaries: Getting there again. (dd7 242)
=0=Morning
Everyone gathered at the bus stop to put infants on their mode of locomotion. Buses and cabs came and went, then everyone broke up like billiard balls to go to The Fortress for the first staff meeting since … forever, it seemed. Prime would take a cab with Prowl who was still in Defend The Prime™ mode so they sauntered onward, Ironhide secreting Halo into his carry hold while Ratchet did same with Orion.
"You calling Herling?" Ironhide asked with a smug grin. "Orion and all."
"No," Ratchet replied. "I thought I'd call Child Find and have them come get her."
Ironhide missed a step, then settled his stride again. "Uh, you don't need to do that."
"Halo and all, Ironhide," Ratchet said with a snicker.
"Frag that. I, IRONHIDE SAY NO!"
Everyone around glanced their way, grinned, then moved onward.
So did Ratchet after he slapped Ironhide's helm. "Did you study last night?"
"I downloaded the Cliff Notes," Ironhide said as they entered the courtyard, sparred with the elders, then entered the building to head for the conference room. They would pick up snacks and a drink, then head onward.
=0=Prime and Prowl
They rode downward to the lobby, then chatted and received tribute from those there all the way to the curb outside where a cab waited. Entering, they sat back to ride to The Fortress nearby.
"How do you feel?" Prowl asked as he settled his data pad satchel on the seat across from him.
"Stiff," Prime said. He raised his arm, clenched his giant fist, then lowered it. "It is stiff and painful. I rather do not like this new method of medicine."
"You were blown up, flew at mach speed 600 feet through fire and shrapnel, hit the ground to roll several times where you fractured and broke two leg struts, both legs, and your arm. I can't imagine why it smarts," Prowl said. "You're not going to go around hurt with your pain receptors turned to zero. You have a duty to a lot of individuals but mostly yourself to be better about your frame."
Prime grinned slightly. "It is still weird."
"So was watching you get flung like a dollie 600 feet upside down in a blaze of fire," Prowl said as the cab pulled up.
They climbed out, chatted with the elders in the courtyard, then entered the building. Prowl steered him to the conference room, then ran out to get refreshments and the agendas. Prime limped slightly to his seat, then sat down slowly.
Ratchet scanned him. "You're going to need physical therapy to get your full function back. You can force it like you always did and live without sensation in half your frame or you can do what I tell you. Your call," he said with a giant smile. One could almost see the glint from it.
Prime grinned as Prowl walked in, nearly sweaty browed with purpose. He set food and drink down, then walked back out. Prime glanced at Ratchet. "My call?"
"Maybe. I could ask Prowler," Ratchet said.
"Talk to me later. Preferably not when Prowl is there," Prime said as he bit into a big frosted donut. He savored the sprinkles. He loved sprinkles.
"Do. I may make it mandatory if you decide to go all martyr on us," Ratchet said as Prowl walked in with a stack of data pads. He sat, slid them, mentally took roll and glanced at Optimus.
"They didn't have your favorite chocolate ones so I ordered a delivery at home," Prowl said as he scrutinized his data agenda.
Prime grinned at Ratchet.
Ratchet grinned back.
"Is everyone here?" Prowl asked. "Very well. Let's debrief the encounters, then we need to discuss the morning sighting of the Yautja."
"I thought the Home Guard of Cybertron did a great job," Hard Drive said. "They were able to work in tandem with us. Kudos to the program of rehabilitation and training that's made the effort so amenable. Of course, it helps to have a mech like Tennyson coming around the planet to get cruisers to surrender."
"That was very useful having you and your brethren, Tennyson. Thank you," Prime said as he glanced at the big warrior-class mech as he sat against the wall with a long row of titans and dreads in Pretender form. "Having your firepower is a major deterrent for those who resist the inevitable."
"Thank you, Prime. There are things to consider in future and the problem outlined by the Vergon's new weapon is invaluable. There are very few offenses against us, Prime, that don't require large numbers of attackers and for us, nearly no weapons. This new weapon is ingenious and effective. That is a grave thing to consider," Tennyson said as the big frames nodded in agreement.
"We need a defense against it. It was luck that Clipper and the rest of you weren't harmed worse than you were," Prime said. He glanced at Wheeljack. "We leave that in your capable hands, Wheeljack."
"We're on it, Prime. We're going to go over the films and data from Clipper and the others to try and figure out what's going on," Wheeljack replied.
"Please update us on our planetary re-configurations, if you can," Prime said as he shifted, then sat back. He did so with another donut.
Ratchet grinned.
Prowl noted.
"We have stable orbits for all of our planets. We had a lot of data from the Caminus move. That was textbook. The gas giants that we supply to the systems are work horses from the beginning. Caminus has dust and smaller particles strike their atmosphere where they burn up, all normal stuff. The big things don't get very far into the system before they catch a gravity well from the gas planets.
"Sun Base settled in beautifully. We didn't have the gas planets there very long. I don't want to do this on such a timeline again if we don't have to. This was very nerve racking. I didn't believe that we could settle them in so well but with Miler and Teletraan's computational skills and the advice and physics from Zenith and Shadow, this would've taken longer.
"Right now, they're stable. The transfers were so smooth that the planetary interiors didn't have much sway, if any. The oceans were calm but for a tremor that's still ringing slightly but declining in intensity swiftly. All in all, we did good."
"What's the schedule and thinking about Cybertron and the local group?" Hard Drive asked.
"We have different problems for different planets. Some have very liquid cores. Some planets are just one big solid or even diamond core, the gravitational pressure is so great. For these three planets, we had the standard molten core. Sun Base and Caminus were fairly simple. Homeland had huge … for the sake of a better description … blobs in their core. They're massive and free floating. They linger in the borderline between the core and the mantle. We believe they're molten iron with other heavy metals and such, they have a sway with the planet that has to be taken into account. They have a greater potential to 'ring'. Earth is the same way," Perceptor said.
Wheeljack nodded. "That was the hold up with Homeland. It took a bit longer to settle. We found that it shouldn't be as desert as it is. There's a global shift going on with a migrating pole. When it settles, the climate should, too, and it might be as beautiful and lush as Sun Base. There's a lot of water in the interior of both planets. Some of the rivers underground are massive. When we move Cybertron, we have a core that's different, part liquid and part other things, so we have to be careful. We also have to move billions of individuals, three moons and do it with one shot."
"Is there a timeline?" Prime asked.
Wheeljack glanced at Perceptor. "Not at the moment," Wheeljack replied as Perceptor nodded. "We have to make sure our calculations are foolproof."
"Understood." Prime glanced at the agenda, then everyone around the table. All of the Cybertronian commanders were still here. Beyond the door, Rockwell sat with the satchel as he ate a snack and drank something. "How is our one holdover? How are the other two?"
"The other two are doing well," Raptor said. "They both came to their senses. Their families are harder and all of them are in group counseling. Pico says his bond is coming around. Carbide is taking longer but where there's life there's hope. What about this slagger, Sun?" he asked his uncle.
Sun grinned. "That's not a nice way to talk about your cousin."
Huge guff went around the table as Raptor laughed loudly. "That slagger is adopted. You adopted him."
"Last chance to turn him around," Sun said as Jack nodded.
He grinned at his brother. "He stays in jail? Do you want me to tell his bond and genitors?"
"You can," Sun said with a huge grin. "That would be mighty neighborly of you."
"Did you forward it to my office?" Prime asked with a grin.
"I did. They sent me a copy with your seal on it. You didn't read it? I'm hurt. I poured my spark into the essay part," Sun said.
"There's an essay part?" Springer asked. "Did you write an essay about us, too?"
"We did," Ratchet said with a huge smile. "Wanna read them?"
Everyone did.
Ratchet sent them to everyone. They read them. It was sweet.
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12. Please write a short essay about the reasons for this adoption:
"Drift is a good looking mech and frankly, I only want good looking mechs around me. And he had sad optics." -Ratchet of Iacon
"My old mech is insane." -Ironhide of Praxus.
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Drift laughed. "Aw."
"He has them. That's why we're bonded. A weak moment based on sad optics," Springer said as he grinned at Ratchet.
"Was that what it was?" Drift asked.
"If you want it to be," Springer said.
Brief interlude of derision and laughter… then ...
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12. Please write a short essay about the reasons for this adoption:
(Note: This application is being directed to the courts and Office of the Primes as a provisional adoption with standing under the category 'temporary permanent genitorship'. The application is being submitted to the Clan Court of Seekerkin for final approval as per the Cybertronian Code for Cross Cultural Adoptions, High Court of Cybertron, 87-42A)
"This baby was ill used by our people and he has never had a home nor safety. He has never had hope or love. It ends here." -Ratchet of Iacon
"Because he's my son." -Ironhide of Praxus
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Momentary pause for emotions.
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12. Please write a short essay about the reasons for this adoption:
"Springer is a good mech, I've known him since he was a pup and because I want to best Ratchet in a prank. Springer is in on it, the slagger. Anyone who's this big a sport is a fine mech and I'd be proud to be his old dad." -Ironhide of Praxus
"I've known him since he was a toddler and frankly, I love him. Maybe he'll live long enough to see Ironhide sleep someplace else but the couch." -Ratchet of Iacon
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"Toddler?" Springer asked as he remembered his wild optic sub adult orns of hanging out with Ratchet and Ironhide.
Ratchet shot him a dazzling smile.
"No commentary from you on losing the prank?" Wheeljack asked with a smirk.
Ratchet shot nuclear optics at Ironhide. "No. Slagger is still paying for this one." He looked at Springer with a grin. "What family wouldn't want a big good looking infant like you around, former Mrs. Optimus Prime?"
HUGE agreement and slag thrown.
Prime sat back with a cookie and a grin as 'Good of the Order' took an early turn on the cat walk.
"Where's the twins and the femmes?" Springer asked.
"I'm keeping them secret. I must have been drunk when I filed them," Ratchet said.
"Do tell," Raptor said, so Ratchet sent them.
^..^
12. Please write a short essay about the reasons for this adoption:
"For Sunstreaker and Sideswipe … everything." -Ratchet of Iacon
"Took the words right out of my mouth." -Ironhide of Praxus
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It was silent in the room for a moment, then they read onward.
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12. Please write a short essay about the reasons for this adoption:
"I love these femmes. They're a treasure. They're good at spark. Who wouldn't want a lot of daughters to fix up with nice bonds?" -Ratchet of Iacon
"Old mech is still insane. Ignore the last part. I agree with the first. We knew all our adopted kids from the time they were pups. We helped them survive in the army and in the wars. They make us proud. Even Springer. (Joke) (Probably) I never had a sibling and neither did Ratchet but now we have a big family and there's love there. Mostly. Probably. (Joke)
"I want them close. I love this family. I'm proud to be their old pa. (No joke)" -Ironhide of Praxus.
("We're also ahead in the arms and legs race with Prime and Prowl. HA-HA, PRIME AND PROWL!)" -Ironhide, King of Praxus
^..^
HUGE laughter greeted that. Even with Springer and Prowl. Prime had another donut to celebrate.
=0=TBC 3-28-2020 4-24-2020
NOTE: Transformers: Cyberverse had three seasons on the YouTube channel, Transformers Official and they play the series there. You can watch the seasons in marathon form or one at a time. Season three is going to conclude this year. Spoiler alert …
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There is a scene where they come back to Cybertron to save it from the Decepticons. There's about 30 bots on each side including rare ones. During the shootout a Seeker is going to shoot Prime. Prowl calls out, then leaps in front of him to take the hit. He falls. Prime calls out "DARLING!"
No, but a writer can wish. :D He calls out 'Prowl', asks him to hold on, 'old friend', then goes Biblical on everyone. Its so romantic. ;)
Its really a delight. Bumblebee loses his memories in the start and is pretty hilarious. I like the series a lot. I'll miss it when its gone. There was a segment on Earth but there were no humans involved.
There's also a scene where they land on a planet to get the Allspark back and its a colony ship. The city format is HUGE that he makes and when he stands at last with Prime and the others in his servo, they're smaller than Ironhide and Prime on Metroplex's servo in The Fall of Cybertron game. Its amazing how big the city is and how small the regular bots, even a Primal frame are in relation to the metrotitans. :D:D:D:D This is one really cute show. I will let you know when the series for Netflix arrives. It's some time in April.