Sooo... Because of you all know what, my University closed up for the year about four weeks ago (it's a whole convoluted mess because I was also down with a 10 day Stomach flu (not fun)) so everything has been a bit up in the air and crazy for me now that I've moved back home for good. And in all of that time I've been slowly working on chapter 44, which I finished in a sudden burst of inspiration last night, so here I am posting 39, hope you all enjoy!


Abandoned Air Strip, somewhere in Germany

The standoff held a tension that was practically visible in the air.

It lasted all of a minute before Fernando cracked, snorting out a laugh at the state of the Seeker.

Starscream snarled. "Quiet fool!"

Fernando didn't quiet, he just laughed harder, gesturing with his left wing wildly at Starscream's face.

Specifically the blown out and molten remains of the mechs optic.

Starscream snarled and lunged at the Avian Mech.

Fernando saw it coming, and in a move that once more showed off just how quickly he could react, easily sidestepped the lunging Seeker, who's one optic wasn't providing the same depth perception he was normally accustomed too, and left him stumbling for a few moments as he tried to register the fact he hadn't managed to land a hit on the Avian freak.

Fernando laughed even louder, the shrill noise was grating Starscreams audios, Fernando let his frame sway from side to side, helm bobbing around as he took in the other mech. "Some leader you are! Bested by a human with a pea shooter!" He taunted.

Starscream answered back with a roar, spun, and lunged again, single optic burning with fury.

This time Fernando wasn't quite quick enough to dodge, the Seeker catching him on the waist with his sharp digits, tearing a chunk of the armour away, and causing a sluggish spurt of lilac energon to pool in the gouges.

Fernando screeched at the Seeker, the laughter gone in an instant and replaced with indignant fury in turn.

With a glass breaking screech, Fernando lunged in turns, the scythes hidden away launching out into view just in time for Fernando to slam his left taloned pede down, pivot on the point, and bring his right wing hurtling down in a diagonal line across Starscreams front.

The curved blades found their marks, and sliced through the other mechs cockpit, leaving behind five relatively deep gouges in the Seekers chassis, the glass of his cockpit cracked to the point one more hit would shatter it entirely.

They both jumped back from the other, and a stalemate formed.

Vents laboured as they stared each other down, snarls on their features and tension in their frames close to the snapping point.

The tension broke with a huff from Fernando as he tried to rub at his oozing side with his wing. "Okay… I somewhat deserved that…" He mumbled, watching in fascination as the oozing wound began to oxidise and crystalise, sealing it.

He glanced to the wounds he'd dealt to Starscream, still very much oozing out with no real sign of slowing. "Huh, even got different bloods." He muttered to himself.

Starscream was also paying attention to that fact, optics narrowed, seemingly examining the forming crystals from a distance. "You can self seal your wounds… without shutting down the lines that were damaged… maintaining optimum flow..."

Fernando shrugged. "Organic blood and energon, it turns solid on contact with the air, cool huh?"

Starscream slowly nodded, looking over the wound from a distance as he pondered it. "I need a sample."

Fernando grimaced at the phrasping, but with his wing knocked a piece of the crystal off, reopening the wound for a moment before the crystal started to form again, he proceeded to kick the shed piece across the ground to the other mech. "Have at it."

Starscream carefully picked the lilac piece up, smirk forming on his features. "Oh, I will."

Fernando huffed. "Whatever, I'm starving, gonna go find something to eat." He remarked, before turning and taking wing, leaving the injured seeker to ponder over the properties of the contaminated energon.


Orichiono Manor Monaco

Ironhide was the first one up the next morning, courtesy of Bumblebee wanting to drive Mikaela to work, and in the progress waking Ratchet.

Grumbling to himself as he shifted about, he stepped out of his room, optics almost instantly going to the Mercedes parked in the middle of the main part of the bunker.

Right, Optimus had found Prowl last night.

He should probably go try and track down his holoform before the Harpies discover him and mistake him for an intruder, he doubted that would go down well as a first introduction...

Deciding on that, the Weapons Specialist shifted down into his own alt mode, and activated his holoform up in the manor above.

Glancing around the main kitchen, living room and dining area, he realised there was no one present.

A check of the time reminded him that the sun had only just risen.

The sound of a door opening and closing from somewhere up on the second floor drew his attention, and he found himself walking over to the main staircase that led up to said second floor of the manor.

Sure enough, Prowl was coming up to the top landing, still looking like slag in an attire he hadn't seen on the mech the night before, another clothing set?

"Oh! Good morning…. Iron… Iron…."

"Ironhide"

Prowl clicked his fingers together. "Right Ironhide! Sorry, heh, still waking up." Prowl mumbled, coming down the stairs, hand on the banister as he glanced around. "This place is massive, took me ages to find a room with a bed in it!" He added once he finally arrived on the ground floor and glanced around again. "Looks even nicer with some light in here..."

Ironhide went to reply, but then stopped, this was all just… too strange…

The Prowl he knew was a mech of hardened principle, cold and determined in a way that made him an incredibly effective third in command for Optimus.

This Prowl… seemed almost like the complete opposite, trusting, friendly, and well, skittish.

Prowl was looking at him in perplexion. "Um… is everything okay?"

Ironhide shook his holoforms head slightly. "No, no… just… just gonna take a while to get used to you being… like this Prowl."

Prowl's eyebrow raised. "Oh? Why's that?"

How was Ironhide supposed to explain this? Taking a moment to try and come up with something, all he could decide was that the landing of the staircase probably wasn't the place to have this conversation. "Come on, let's go find somewhere to sit, then we can talk."

Prowl gave him a bright smile. "Sure thing, lead the way!"

Ironhide sighed. "That is really going to take a while to get used to."

Luckily for him, Ratchet was already on his way to the Airport, he'd be arriving around lunch, and from there Prowl can be kept occupied by his mate.

Ratchet sent him a pulse of humor down the bond.

Prowl ended up sitting down on one of the sofa's in the living room, playing with his hands as Ironhide pulled one of the loveseats round so that he could face the other holoform. "So… Slaggit where do we even start with this…" He mumbled to himself.

Prowl shrunk back into the sofa. "I'm sorry… I wish I knew who I was… who you all are… but…"

"But you don't remember anything, right… well… designations Ironhide, Prime's Lead Guard and Weapons Specialist."

Prowl's head tilted to the side. "Okay… so you're the gun guy."

Ironhide snorted. "Pretty much yeah."

"And Optimus is the leader?"

"He's Prime, so, yeah, he's the leader… He'll explain 'Prime' later if you ask him."

Prowl nodded. "Okay… and I'm guessing it's more than just you two?"

"Yeah, not counting our hosts, there's Ratchet, he's the CMO… he's coming later to check over your injuries."

Prowl nodded again. "Cool, June gave me a look over my projection, she said there was some bruising on my spine, at least four bruised ribs, and my attacker kicked me in the face, most of that damage is already gone though." Prowl listed off.

Ironhide blinked a few times, before it dawned on him, of course Prowl would be using human terms to describe his internal systems, he could feel Ratchet taking note of the injuries Prowl had listed off and was translating them back to Cybertronian.

"Okay, so after Ratchet, there's Prime's lieutenant, Jazz, he's in Rome with one of the hosts. With Ratchet in Barcelona is our scout, Bumblebee."

"So there's five?"

"That's right."

"And our hosts?"

"As of yesterday, also five."

"Really?"

"You'll get introduced to them all later when they wake up."

Prowl nodded, before frowning. "Hey… do you have anything I can have? I'm getting pretty hungry."

"We've got a couple tons of refined Energon here in the Bunker… the Orichiono's still won't tell me or Prime where they're getting the stuff…" He mumbled.

Prowl raised his arm up in the air, like a child at school.
"Urr… yes Prowl?"

"Two questions, who are 'the Orichiono's'? And what's 'Energon'?"

He could feel Ratchet's processor jam from the shock he was suddenly hit with.

This was going to take a while…

Wren was the first one to make an appearance, walking right past both Ironhide and Prowl, who'd fallen silent as the holoform walked down the same stairs as he had and started to go rummaging in the fridge.

Prowl, who'd been distracted from his hunger/cravings by Ironhide, watched now with rapt attention as someone he did not know, rummaged through a very packed looking fridge, he assumed this was one of the hosts, who had a rather interesting hairstyle and look that, were it not for the light tan of her skin, would convince him she'd jumped straight from an old film noire, he watched her pull out what looked to be the leftovers of some roast, plop down on the kitchen's island, and begin shovelling the food straight from the tub to her mouth with a fork.

She didn't seem to even notice they were both sitting there, watching.

At least until she turned to avoid the glare of the rising sun and spotted them.

A startled noise left the black and grey themed holoform, which quickly devolved into a choking noise as something seemed to go down the wrong way.

Three good whacks to her own chest and she righted, looked between Ironhide and Prowl, and then slowly set the tub back down on the island. "Ironhide… why is there a... stranger in my home?"

Prowl was a police officer, had been for nearly his entire remembered life, and he prided himself on being able to read people, and this time it was no different.

French accent, her pronunciation of the words sounded like English was a second language that she'd mostly perfected by this point in her life, given they were in Monaco that was hardly surprising, it was a global tourist hotspot for the wealthy, it didn't do not to be able to talk to people…

Given this was one of the owners of this massive manor up on one of the hills overlooking a very wealthy city state, money was likely no issue, and they were likely using said funds to help keep those like him secret.

Given her tone, his sudden appearance wasn't very welcomed right away, but he could hardly blame her, he was a stranger, she wouldn't know him anymore than he knew who he was.

So, before Ironhide could speak, he stood up, and offered his hand out to shake, and seeing as it would probably get him on her good side quicker, he quickly changed the language option he'd found two decades ago from English to what he knew was the French one. "Bonjour Madame! Je m'appelle Prowl, Ironhide n'a pas pu vous réveiller la nuit dernière pour vous prévenir de mon arrivée, c'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer!"

Wren jerked back a bit in surprise, blinking a few times before tentatively reaching out her own hand to accept him. "Bon… Bonjour Monsieur, je m'applle Wren Orichiono."

Ironhide watched the slightly awkward scene unfold, he didn't exactly blame Wren for being confused and somewhat thrown off, when they had made contact with him and the rest of the unit, they'd been expecting them, to suddenly have a whole new holoform in her kitchen, and Cybertronian in her Bunker by proxy, was probably quite the curveball to wake up to, especially considering the last few days had already taxed her and her twin enough.

Wren turned to regard Ironhide again. "Keep him here… I need to get my siblings… it's about time Derrick used his holoform."

With that, she flickered back out of existence, causing Prowl to jolt and spin on him exclaiming. "I thought she was human!"

Given the questions he knew were about to come, Ironhide knew full well he'd have no issue keeping Prowl right there.

The sound of hasty claws of the wooden floor drew both his and Prowl's attention in time to witness one of the manors dogs, which one Ironhide couldn't really tell, making a break for the leftovers Wren had left on the island.

In a single rather impressive bound, the large Doberman was wolfing down the remaining leftovers.

Prowl chuckled. "Annie always wanted a dog… hey there puppy." He cooed, the Doberman glanced to him but didn't even growl, attention more focused on continuing to eat every scrap inside the tub, meaning it didn't bat an eye when Prowl started to pet and coo at the dog Ironhide was fairly certain was trained to go for the throat if ordered to do so.

Ironhide regarded this with an air of caution, but accepted the dog distracting Prowl for a while, gave him time to send a pulse down the bond to Ratchet to ask a couple questions of his own, specifically focused around how Prowl might of obtained such a massive disruption in his memory banks.

He also finally broached to his mate what Optimus had mentioned the night before, about the Polaris.

Ratchet listened to it as dutifully as he could, though he was also trying to do something on the plane.

As far as Ratchet was aware, he'd not seen a case like this in a significantly long time, and he'd have to run a number of tests and scans to identify what might of been damaged.

When it got to responding to Optimus' assumptions, he felt his mate's spark twist much like his own had done.

Yes if the Polaris was on Earth, that would be an incredible boost to them, if and only if it was in operating order, and would respond to them as it's pilots.

But both recognised it as a pipe dream.

Maybe the Polaris had brought Prowl to Earth, yes the TIC and the Flagship had vanished within cycles of each other, and yes the Polaris had been fully fueled and in working order when it broke its moorings and vanished, but the ship was not equipped with an autopilot advanced enough to avoid taking damage during it's eons of cruising through space aimlessly, there was a A.I. but it only had access to things like creature comforts, the lighting systems, and the internal defense systems.

It needed two pilots to operate it and get it moving from point A to point B.

There was the chance that Prowl hadn't been the only Autobot who the Polaris had taken with them, perhaps Prowl and the unknown bot had managed to gain control of the Polaris, but had lost track of where Cybertron was.

Prowl was an Enforcer before the war, he'd never had to control anything larger than a bot transit vehicle along the roads of Cybertron.

A trans galactic starship is absolutely not something Prowl would've known how to operate.

Again, two pilots were needed, even if the other bot was specifically a Pilot frame... Ironhide and Ratchet both winced alike at the thought.

Pilot Frames were old, so old they'd only known two to be left online when War came…

The rest of the frame type had been replaced by Seekers back at the beginning of the Golden Age, forced out over time when the Senate decided it was done with ruling an empire with such massive borders, and instead, focused on pulling every drop of Wealth up to the top where they could gorge and look fancy on... signifying the end of the ever expanding silver age.

It was a well known fact that Pilot Frames hadn't died out on their own, the Senate knew them to be a very tight knit group, and as a result, word travelled fast within the group, and they did what they could for a time to get employment and keep energon flowing in their systems.

The smallest class not classified a mini-bot, 'accidents' were easily fatal for Pilot Frames, they weren't built to take a lot of damage, they were built to pilot ships that were built to traverse the endless cosmos, and by proxy, take any damage to their hulls that would easily offline their pilots.

Long distance travel tended to drive other frame types a bit balmy, the long periods of isolation with rarely more than just the ships AI for company.

In a time long past, a Trans Galactic vessel returning home, heavy with the harvested resources of distant solar systems otherwise outside of sane reach, were hailed as triumphs, often the Pilot Frames would return with knowledge of the cosmos that the Science Guilds fought to learn and properly document first.

This was all in a time long before either he or Ratchet onlined, back when Cybertron was a thriving multi-system empire that spanned the Cosmos.

What they did see, was the end of that great era, as slowly, but surely, the Senate's own greed overcame their interest in expanding the empire, in looking after the Bots they'd once long ago sworn to protect and watch over.

They witnessed the results of the last two pilot frames being snatched away from their own frame type, and forced to watch from afar as the two became nothing but shells of their former selves.

Solarstorm and Nebularburst were the last Pilot frames, and when the time came, when they finally took ahold of their destiny and created the Polaris in secret, it was like the return of a bygone Era, a triumphant return as the collosal, one of a kind ship rose from its moorings for the first time into view of the Universe.

Ironhide distinctly remembered Orion Pax trying to hide the lubricant welling in his optics as the biggest stupid grin was also plastered across his face.

The Polaris hadn't just been another ship, it had been a physical symbol of hope, of revolution.

Of personal and universal triumph.

It's disappearance so soon after the Tarn Refinery incident, only worsened the wound already felt by all, and furthered the downward spiral into the devastating all out war that had slowly extinguished the light of their homeworld…

A body apperating on the sofa right where Prowl had previously been sitting snapped Ironhide out of his and Ratchet's roaming musings long enough to recognise the fact that a new holoform he had a suspicion was Derrick had appeared.

He watched as a full body shudder seemed to jump up the other holoform, bright green eyes widening as he proceeded to completely ignore both himself and Prowl and instead toy with his hands and pull at the top he was wearing, which had a hole in the middle of the chest area for some reason.

Ironhide notted the vibrant green with blue tipped hair, rather long for a male human, seemed to twitch and bounce along with his expressions, likely mimicking his protrusions.

Funny how the other Harpies' hairs didn't do that.

Derrick was mumbling stuff under his breath as he poked and prodded at his holoform.

Ironhide looked to Prowl, who'd stopped petting the dog to look in intrigue at the newcomer, even the dog had, the tub it had been wolfing down now empty of it's previous contents.

Not long after, Aria's holoform flickered into existence on Derrick's right, Wren following soon after on his left, an arm draped over his shoulders each as he pondered over his holoform.

There was a gleeful look in Aria and Wren's expression, and both raised their other hand to perform the universal symbol of quiet.

So, he, Prowl, and the dog, just held almost perfectly still as they waited for something to happen.

Aria spoke first. "So, any issues?"

Derrick pursed his lips to the side. "Hmm… no… I mean… it's weird…"

Wren hummed and then spoke. "Ira's still working on the more refined senses and tactile-ness, she's made staggering progress despite the complexity."

Derrick nodded, then paused, and the pursed lips became a muddled frown, pondering something.

Aria spoke again. "It's certainly done wonders for us after all."

Derrick turned to look at his white themed sister then, and Ironhide spotted it, a flash of shock mixed with a flickering hope that was quickly turning into a rather large blaze as his gaze slowly turned all the way to see his black themed sister.

Back to Aria sitting on his left, then to Wren on his right, he went back and forth a few times, before something seemed to finally dawn on him, a noise not far from a keen leaving him. "Oh… oh my god… you're… you… we're…"

Aria chuckled, and shifted to open both of her arms to him. "C'mon Derder, give your favourite big sister a hug!"

Derrick very nearly tackled his sister straight over the side of the sofa in his exuberance, the half woop half screech of joy that left him could probably be heard in the bunker as he proceeded to try and squeeze Aria's holoform in half. Causing Aria to let out a strained wheeze.

Wren remained as she was, just watching with a growing smile on her lips.

Derrick seemed to notice this fact, and turned, looked Wren up and down, and then choked out a laugh. "Oh wow... oh my god… I'm not dreaming right? Like, I've dreamt similar before… please, please tell me this is real? There's really two of you! There's two! Oh gods! They were all wrong! They were all wrong!" He seemed to be becoming somewhat unchained, and Ironhide spotted a building mania brought from the joy in the younger male, he'd try and enquire later what he meant, but he doubted he'd get anything from the twins themselves.

The only things he'd really learned was during his and Aria's now regular sparring matches in the morning, was she liked to use to toss him around like he didn't weigh anything.

His pride kept telling him that he just wasn't used to fighting in a holoform, there was a degree of dissociation from not seeing his actual fists.

Given she seemed to always be using a different fighting style from a different human culture than the last round also didn't help.

She was terrifyingly fast, and seemed to like targeting his knees right before the finishing move, knocking him off balance just enough for her to toss him...

Aria, who was completely unaware of his internal thoughts, was still hugging her brother, squeezing just as hard back. "Yup! We're as real as we can be!"

Prowl tapped Ironhide's shoulder, and gestured over his shoulder for him to follow the amnesiac.

So, he did, the Orichiono's didn't even notice, Wren was already being dragged into the laughing, and somewhat tearful hug as they rounded a corner and kept going down the corridor until they both stepped into a room filled with padded chairs and low sitting tables.

Prowl sat first, then Ironhide. "So… what was that all about?"

Ironhide wanted to groan, he was not a good story teller… Ratchet or Prime were far better suited to explaining what madness had occurred since their own arrival on Earth.

Ratchet sent him a comforting wave over the bond, he'd be there soon, and once Prime finally woke up and made himself present, he'd be able to help explain things to Prowl too.

Ironhide was actually surprised the Prime wasn't even up yet… normally the Prime was up before even him.

It didn't really matter though, Optimus getting more rest was hardly going to doom them.

The Decepticons have been laying low since the Cosmopolitan, so there was no real rush to go off into battle.

It was a nice change really.

Prowl was still waiting for an explanation, so he just shrugged. "Those were the Orichiono's, former humans from an alternate reality who realised it would probably be best if we stayed hidden here with them than try to make contact with global officials, apparently they're not the most ethical individuals."

Prowl nodded slowly along, then paused, and asked. "Wait… did you just say… alternate reality? As in from another dimension? Oh man Sophia's gonna flip when she finds out…"

Ironhide sent him a confused look.

"Friend of mine, loves reading about scientific theories." Prowl explained. "You've just now stated, as a fact, that this scientific theory is true, and there is living evidence back in the kitchen? Like hell am I not going to tell Sophia the next time that woman locates a data roaming signal somewhere out in fuck all nowhere Siberia."

Ironhide nodded. "Can't really argue with that, they're already in on the big secret afterall… right?"

Prowl nodded enthusiastically in agreement.

Now that Prowl had seen the Orichiono's in their presumed entierity, Ironhide hadn't noticed them losing sleep over the rest of their possible relatives, he explained just what had been going down recently.

Prowl listened to it all with rapt focus, only asking one or two more questions where he wished an event or point to be elaborated on further.

When it got to the Cosmopolitan, Prowl's eyes had widened comically and well, it took about thirty minutes to explain that whole mess in enough detail for Prowl to let him continue, only stopping again to ask about Megatron and the Allspark because he wanted to know more about their significance.

He was just starting to turn the conversation around to discussing what their own species was when a familiar latina popped her head into the room. "Ai, there you are Ironhide… and I assume this is Prowl?"

Prowl's attention jumped immediately to the latina, taking in every detail he could very quickly.

Cream nightgown, a bed hair that looked like it had been caught in a twister, and a look of recent waking of slumber that coalesced into a look of unholy murderous intent that seemed to be being held back by sheer will of being polite.

Reminded him of Maria after a busy night shift where she'd had to go without coffee, that was a face they all feared.

Ironhide stood up, grabbed Prowl by the shoulder and pulled him over. "Prowl, this is Kia, one of the-"

"Harpies! Why yes it's a pleasure to meet you! I've already somewhat met the Orichiono's but now I can finally ask you questions!"

Kia's expression had quickly become one of surprise as Prowl's sudden exuberance and excited prattle blindsided her.

After a few blinks she groaned. "Give me five… I need to hunt down the coffee machine."

Prowl tried to hold in his giggle, very much like his boss, he had a feeling he was going to like Kia once she was alert enough to answer his questions.

Kia turned and walked back towards the kitchen, and then seemed to stop dead in her tracks and call out to someone they'd spotted. "IRA PUT SOME CLOTHES ON GOD-DAMNIT!"

"I'S TAH EARLY IN THA' DAMN FUC'IN' MORN' TAH BE WEARIN' CLOTHES!"

Kia returned to the door way, grabbed the handles to the double doors, and slammed them shut in Prowl and Ironhide's face with what Prowl guessed was an expression caught between murderous intent and a polite/embarrassed grimace.

After a few moments of muted screaming, and what sounded like a TV monitor having connection problems, Prowl looked to Ironhide. "Should I assume that is the Ira you mentioned earlier?"

Ironhide took in a deep vent, sighed, and nodded.

Prowl chuckled to himself. "I think me and Annie are going to like it here."

Ironhide's head snapped to him with a face that seemed to be questioning if he was also mad on top of being amnesiac.

Prowl shrugged. "It's hardly going to be dull around here."

Ironhide wasn't sure if he wanted to laugh or cry.

Ratchet gave him the equivalent of a reassuring pat over their bond, he was only about an hour out now, they'd touched down and now was just the hassle of getting from the airport the town over, and up to the manor.

As far as Ironhide was concerned, that was far too long.

Ratchet just chuckled himself.


Before Ratchet arrived, they'd all relocated back to the bunker, and Prowl got to meet the Orichiono's, officially.

Translation, Prowl lost his collective mind… apparently he rather liked bird watching.

Ironhide looked to Optimus, who'd finally joined their quickly growing group, half begging the larger mech to reassure him that, yes, Prowl, the Prowl, TIC of the Autobots, infamous pylon in tar Prowl, was squealing at the feather pattern of the twins wings, and Derrick's iridescent tail feathers. Which the younger male jokingly referred to as a 'Giant ass fan', which almost had Prowl on the floor in a fit of laughter.

Optimus sent him back a look that roughly translated to 'yes Ironhide, that is exactly what we are both seeing.'

At least Ratchet was finding a bounty of humor out of it all.

He took solace in the fact twins were also having a hard time processing all of this, and seemed to be making their best attempt to accommodate and answer the rapid fire questions Prowl was firing off while also trying to coax him away from outright grabbing ahold of one of their wings to look at it closely.

Prowl seemed to have enough of a room reading ability to know that he should avoid direct contact with the twins.

Derrick was absolutely another story all together, and if it weren't for the fact he was still using his sisters as a crutch to help him get used to walking, he would have rushed Prowl and begun asking just as many rapid fire questions as the amnesiac mech was.

"-Do you have hollow bones or are they incredibly thin but like, unbelievably strong? Like Spider silk levels of strong?"

"Um… hollow we're afraid."

Optimus stepped forwards then. "Prowl, Aria and Wren have not performed an autopsy on themselves, they will not be able to answer all of your questions."

He didn't miss the slight almost not there wave of relief he picked up from their EM field, which was a rather rare occurrence considering how little they let out into said field.

"Oh! Right sorry… I guess I did get a bit carried away… Annie normally stops me when that happens." He chuckled awkwardly.

Kia and Ira, who'd been keeping quiet and just watching the scene before them, looked to each other in concern, before glancing to the twins, a knowing and somewhat pensive expression on their features.

Every bot in the bunker noticed the twins helm tilt to the side, black and white lips part, and heard them ask. "Who… is Annie?"


And that's this one done! Smidge of world building, some character development, and new plot lines laid down, 'ticks off list'. Now onto writing 45! See you all in Primus knows when because life is crazy!

Moon.