The Diego Diaries: ZOOM (dd7 299)
(Folks anniversary yesterday. PIZZA FOR EVERYONE! I also tripped over a gate and landed on my ass. OMG. That hurt but the stars and tweeting birdies were great. No twerking anytime soon. If I do I might hear broken things rattling around in there. LOL! Hugs!)
=0=Dining room, The Citadel
They walked in and took seats where their name tag was located. It was amazing how long was the table and big the room. Nearby, a huge buffet was set up and after a moment, the group rose to get food. Sitting on a table near Prime and Prowl, the humans were doing the same in an enclosed glassed in-type box. It was made just for them and held amenities, food and great views.
Ironhide stood in line with a grin.
Ratchet who was behind him hugged his big ass. "Why the grin?"
"Last orn of Court. When this day ends, so does my sentence," he said with a smirk at his grandfather who was ahead of him.
They pushed onward, then sat. When everyone was seated to eat, Hard Drive stood. He'd been in offline communication with the rest of Ironhide's elders after hearing the remark while getting his food. Everyone glanced at him as he tapped his glass with a utensil. "May I have your attention?"
Everyone paused their dining including the humans to look his way.
He grinned. "As you may know, I'm from Praxus as is the rest of our family. Ironhide was born there and we will all go there after the game. What I want to do now is conclude some left over business at hand."
Ironhide froze. He glanced at his great grandpa who was sitting between his smirking brothers. "Uh, Appa … you don't have to do that. Really … you don't."
"I realize that, grandson, but some things are important and must be taken care of. I would like to reconvene the Court." Hard Drive glanced at everyone on the Court who nodded with huge grins.
Ironhide sat back, sinking slightly into his chair. "Frag ..."
"I am Hard Drive, General of the Army, Emeritus and the oldest, most high ranking Praxian Elite known so far," Hardie began.
Sun snickered. "You outed your age, Hardie."
Hardie grinned at him, then his slightly wilted grandson. "Sit up, Ironhide."
Ironhide did automatically, then glared at the snickers going around the room.
The kids were mesmerized. Everyone there that wasn't family or used to army-style bullshit was.
"I am chief magistrate on the Caste Court that was called by Ironhide to adjudicate a situation that was unique in my experience. Allow me to recite all the pertinent details," he said.
Ironhide stared at him with an expression of great betrayal and grudging admiration. His 'Papa' could do no wrong to him.
Usually.
Not now, of course.
But every other time otherwise.
"When Optimus Prime was home recovering and he had time on his servos, Ironhide decided to spend time with this mech," Hardie said nodding to a very amused Prime. "They're as brothers, these two. I'm well pleased with your choice of friends, Ironhide. I do remember Boy-D who was a closet criminal and a backstabbing little fragger who was with you way back when when you stole my antique automobile and took it for a joyride down the MC-14 for laughs."
Everyone glanced at Ironhide who straightened in his chair in defiance and utter shame. Then they glanced at Hardie.
"Continue," Sun said with a snicker.
Rockwell was sitting between Sun and 'Jack. "Do. I'd love to hear this."
Sun slapped him on the back. "Me, too," he said.
"I never had a car, antique or otherwise," Ratchet whispered with a big grin.
"Neither did I," Prime whispered as well.
Ironhide glared at all of them, then sat back with defiance. "Yes, do tell."
"I will," Hardie said with a giant smile. "I told him that some fine orn when he could see over the front console that I'd let him drive it but he had other ideas. His partner in crime was a real bad actor and the two of you took off in it. The police chased you for a few miles before you ran off the road. It was fortunate that you didn't crash. I loved that old car."
HUGE laughter.
"But given that you were driving and Boy-D was on the floor working the pedals, it was a doomed project from the start." Hardie grinned at him.
Ironhide smirked in spite of himself.
"What was his punishment?" Prime asked.
Hardie grinned at him. "He had to pick up trash for a decaorn and write an essay to the local magistrate on why he would be a good little mech." He grinned warmly at Ironhide who he ADORED and Ironhide grinned back at the mech he WORSHIPED. "Then there was the time he stole."
It was silent.
"What did he stole? Steal?" Perceptor asked with a slightly aghast and surprised tone. Stealing for him was so foreign a notion that he would need a calculator just to figure out that one could without going to the Pit immediately. Yes, he was raised in a prim household.
"A piece of candy and a tiny car toy," Hardie said as his elders nodded and beamed at him.
"Tell them how old I was, slagger," Ironhide replied, grinning in spite of himself.
"You were just learning to walk. That's the only reason you aren't still in jail," Turbine said fondly. "YOU WERE SO CUTE!"
Everyone laughed, then glanced at Orion who was trying to put a 'bread stick' up his nose.
He was. Cute, that is. They both were.
Ratchet put Orion on his lap, then handed him his little sandwich. "Do, continue."
"Well, we took him in to give it back and the manage gave it to him anyway. You had the knack," Delphi said.
"I still do," Ironhide said to tumultuous laughter.
"Anyway, the purpose of the Court is to determine the extent that Ironhide, the desperado in question has served his term. This relates to Optimus Prime's convalescence and you attending to a lunch with him at his apartment.
"You attended and both of your got loaded and decided to drunk dial Earth," Hardie continued.
Huge laughter came from the human case. Everyone glanced at it. Glenn Morshower was laughing and the mike picked it up. He stood. :You were calling and somehow managed to dial my number at the Pentagon. You were obviously not yourself so I called Prowl:
"Good thing you did. You were on the balcony hallucinating and about to fall off. Ratchet and I got there and grabbed you until everyone could come through the bridge to help us pull you back," Prowl said.
Prime was grinning, mostly at the astonished looks on everyone's faces but the soldiers who knew him best. "I had an allergic reaction."
"Is that what's its called now?" Kup asked with a smirk.
Huge snickering went around the room.
"He did, actually," Ratchet said with a chuckle. "He had a medication that glitched on him and he wasn't helped by the beer. Drunk dialing Glenn saved your life. Neither Prowl nor I could pull you back without muscle coming through the bridge."
Hardie nodded. "It was a close call."
Everyone in the room looked shocked a moment, then Kestrel glanced down the table. "You did not tell us, Orion, about that part."
"It was not something I wanted you to know. It was resolved and all went well." Prime glanced at Ironhide with a big grin. "Mostly."
"What happened, General?"
Everyone glanced at Pulley and Sil who looked entranced, then Hardie.
"Yes, tell them. Tell the little children the rest of the story," Ironhide said with a slight tone of defiance blotted out by his smug smile. Surely, his appa wouldn't tell the rest of it in front of impressionable children.
Of course, he would.
"Well, since you asked," Hardie said to giant laughter.
Ironhide's smug smile faded. "Frag."
"You never learn, infant," Delphi said as he squeezed Ironhide's servo.
"That's why he's perfect," Trooper said as Scout nodded.
Huge laughter.
"We managed to get Optimus to his berth and the treatment was corrected by Ratchet. Then we walked into the living room of The Residence which looked like a war zone. You were sitting in a food delivery box from The Grocery at Metroplex out like a light. You looked so peaceful we almost left you there."
The kids glanced from Hardie to Ironhide, then Hardie again. "What happened, Abba?" Tia asked.
"Well, we managed to get him up, then policed the place. He was testy and called for a Caste Court." Hardie grinned at his grandson.
His grandson smirked back.
"Why did you do that, Commander? Caste Courts are awful," Coros said. He glanced at Hardie and the others. "No offense ..."
"None taken, law abiding infant," Hardie replied.
"HA-HA! YOU STEAL ONE TINY CAR AND A PIECE OF CANDY AND YOU'RE BRANDED FOR LIFE!" Ironhide said. "I, IRONHIDE HAVE SPOKEN!"
"You have." -Everyone there.
"What now?" -Everyone there.
"Now we decide if Ironhide is finished with his punishment or if he requires more effort to prove himself law abiding," Hardie said.
"What was his punishment?" Springer asked to be ornery even though he already knew.
Everyone glanced from Springer to Hardie.
"What was his punishment?" -every soldier in the room including Prime who knew, too.
Prowl sat back and folded his arms over his chest. He smirked with amusement at Ironhide. "Yeah. Spill."
HUGE laughter.
HUGE frown at Prowl from Ironhide.
"Well, we had him do dishes every morning at the Med Center, then help his uncles and grandparents every orn for a decaorn. Then there was the morning prayers at the Temple ..." Hardie recited.
Laughter buried the rest.
"BWAHAHAHAHA!"
"WHAT DID HE SOUND LIKE? SOMEONE YANKING OUT A RUSTY NAIL?!"
"SING! I DARE YA!"
Ironhide frowned at everyone, then two of his ammas rapped on the table. Everyone stopped to stare at Turbine and Scout.
"Ironhide has a beautiful voice," Scout says. "I tell you this … if he sang, he would be world famous."
"Ironhide has the voice of a god," Turbine said. "I almost lost my place in the Cycle for the Dead a few times listening to him in the chorus."
Everyone was silent, then all optics fell upon Ironhide.
His big smug grin fell off his face and rolled around on the ground.
"SING!" -everyone in the room.
"FRAG YOU!" -Ironhide
HUGE laughter, jeering, bribes, frag you's and the like circled the room as the kids watched with awe and deep abiding adoration at the adults in the room. This was unlike anything in their experience and they were almost mute with enjoyment at the moment. The humans on the other hand were laughing and catcalling.
Infidels.
Everyone settled, then stared at Hardie.
He grinned. "I would like you to give us what you feel you want to say, grandson. Mitigation for the Court."
Ironhide stared at him, then all of his elders who were lovingly grinning at him, their longed for and must adored only grandson/nephew of many degrees descending. He shook his helm. "Nope."
Huge laughter, then it was silent.
"Let us deliberate," Hardie said as all Ironhide's elders began to deliberate off line including Scout, Trooper, Steiner and Lissie because it was hilarious.
The room was tensely silent, then Prime sat forward. "How are you holding up, old friend?" he asked with a smirk.
Ironhide snickered. "Frag you."
The kids blinked, then glanced at each other as Springer kicked Ironhide under the table.
Ironhide glanced at the kids, then Prime. "Sir."
Huge laughter took care of that, then Hardie was back. He grinned at Ironhide who was looking at him warily. "It has been decided. Given that the Court has complete discretion and because of your exemplary service on record, your sentence is fulfilled."
Everyone in the room including the kids stood and began to applaud.
Even Orion. Then he slid off Ratchet's lap and landed on the floor on his helm.
^..^ a few moments of monkey motion
"I OWED! I DOIN'!"
"You did," Ironhide said as he held his son on his arm.
Orion was rubbing his noggin. "I DOED!" Orion said as he glanced at the floor. "I FALLEDED! I CWYED!"
"You cried?" Sun asked with sympathy and deeply suppressed mirth.
Orion seeing a sympathetic face nodded. "I FALLEDED! I DOIN'! SHE HIT ME!"
Everyone stared at Orion who seeing the attention smiled brilliantly.
"Who hit ya?" Sun asked.
Orion glanced around the table for a she, then halted on Ratchet. "Ada. ADA HITTED ME! I, ORION FALLEDED! I BOOPED MY THING!"
Ratchet smiled brilliantly. "Come here, you little slagger. I'll boop your thing."
Orion stared at him as everyone laughed, then he looked at Sun. "I goin' to she. She my she." With that, he climbed off Ironhide's arm onto the table, then began to walk across and down the way to Sun. It was a tense navigation, then he reached Uncle Sun. Sitting on his arm, he grinned at both his genitors. "Lou bad. Lou bad me, Orion."
"They bad you?" Sun asked as he kissed Orion on the helm.
He nodded. "They bad me. I love the shes. Them doin'." Then he grinned smugly. "Them bad me," he said as he spread his arms to show the 'bad'. That was when he fell off Sun's arm onto his noggin.
=0=TBC 6-10-2020
NOTE: I saw a video on youtube that explains the basics about Transformers. Its a really good resource for information for writers and readers alike. They discussed Primus today. They also told the Guiding Hand story. Basically, the original one was the planet birthed the first transformers, regular dudes with some special abilities. Primus was the first one birthed and after a lot of monkey motion, I believe it was Adaptus who obliterated all five of them, or Mortalis. I have it bookmarked and will get on it again for the details.
Well, Primus was hit by Adaptus with radiation that wiped everyone's memories including his. He sorta made a quiet life and was known as … wait for it … RUNG! Eventually, he got his memories back. Because he was hit with so much radiation, it makes people forget his name. This whole thing is going to be a thread but my way. :D:D:D I love Transformers. If you want to see it, I believe you can probably google Basics: Primus on Youtube. HUGS!