Co-Authered by Kitra and Omicron
"Human spoken dialogue"
"~Human speaking rough Cybertronian dialogue~"
"Cybertronian spoken dialogue."
::Cybertronian communication/Comm. Line dialogue::
-Bumblebee's translation dialogue-
Atlantis
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The tunnel system was fairly large and bore many more signs of Crystal City and her inhabitants. Wing had been all over the place, unable to linger too long in one place. Though he had behaved enough to have his subspace stuffed with energon for the Autobots. He glanced up the hole they had entered through. "So, how do we keep this place secret with that gaping hole?"
"We reseal it." Blaster grinned as she started scanning, measuring the edges. at the same time pulling out a gutted and re-worked hologram projector, "But for now we have to use this."
Wing bounced idly in place, regarding the sky with longing, both for his friends and for his need to just fly for a bit. "Hm. Should I fly the kids out before you set it up?"
Bumblebee shook his head, lifting a hand to the side of his helm as he activated a com line. Then as the humans said he poker-faced it, even as he made a motion to the humans so in the background Miko started complaining loudly about bare rocks- but the quartz crystals were pretty. Can they go back for a few more? The tones and translation The scout used sound almost grumpy, put out as he reported nothing useful found, they needed a ground bridge and- Miko come back!
Wing stayed silent, watching and learning. He didn't bother say anything, knowing the fuss the kids made was bad enough. And the Decepticons sure as heck did not need to know Wing was here, if they hadn't found out yet.
He gave Blaster an amused look, grinning. Miko sure is adorable.
Blaster- who wasn't known either grinned at Wing, while Jack started yelling at Miko to be quiet, and a tanager spat that couldn't be fake started. And Bumblebee walked away from them, though his optics were bright with mirth.
Wing made a gesture at the two teens, frame shaking as if he was giggling while he shaped a heart with his hands. Teasing is a sign of affection; look at their 'lovers spat'.
Miko stared, glared and then screamed a second later, "SPIDER!" And ran away from them all.
Bumblebee burst into trills as a ground bridge opened.
That had the white Knight face-palming as he moved to the ground bridge, rolling his optics amused as he waited for the children to run through first. Jack raced with Raphael, both being beaten by Miko as she sped in, then Blaster bounced after as the yellow scout waited last.
Wing bounced much like Blaster, happily going through the bridge, eyeing the children amused. He looked around as soon as they were back out on the other side, trilling amused.
"Bumblebee!" Ratchet almost roared as he scooped up Jack and Raphael, depositing them by his station, Miko fallowing, as the bridge closed. "Dump what you found and get ready to leave." He pointed at Cliffjumper as the red mech transformed and charged up his weapons, "Wing, Blaster you're staying here."
Wing shrugged and nodded, bounced over to an out of the way spot and sat down there. "What's happened?"
"Megatron found some more of his old front line warriors, including your," Ratchet looked at Cliffjumper, "Old friend Deadlock."
"That little slagger's still alive?" The Autobot front liner looked to be a cross of pleased, annoyed and just a hint of worry. Then he grinned, "Well, unlike him I survived Dark Energon. Come on Bee," He added to the yellow scout as the bridge reopened for them, the horned mech tossing a salute to Wing as they passed.
Wing waved as they rushed past him, and then eyed Ratchet seriously. "We've got important stuff to talk about when Optimus and the others are back." He reluctantly admitted, shyly giving the medic a heads up.
The older mech nodded as he too started for the bridge, "When we return Wing." He assured before fallowing the warriors out, but not just as the medic.
"Looks like we're guarding the base," Blaster said at the computers, then blinked with optics flashing as it was Raphael that pulled up a live feed to see the battle going on as the bridge closed.
Wing walked over, watching the battle. He didn't like seeing it and the discomfort was obvious. He settled and barely thought about it when he pulled Blaster into his lap and held onto her.
The Minibot looked up and patted Wing's arm as she started to make sure the Autobot communications where secured, and then she took up an old role. Warning the fighters where the troopers where, and getting Cliffjumper over to a black and white mech in the Decepticon line. The troopers seemed more afraid of the red mech for some reason- out right diving out of Cliffjumper's way as he charged a path to his target, and causing needed chaos.
"Cliffjumper has a personal agenda against this mech, hm?" Wing asked, watching the red mechs target. Something felt weird about the mech, he seemed to not be fighting for the same reason as the others. But Wing couldn't quite pinpoint it. This Deadlock was different.
"I don't know the story," Blaster shrugged a bit as her optics were on Optimus, "I do know they used to be Bouncers together, and were both from the lower levels."
The jet rumbled uneasily and kept watching, simply to know what was happening even if he hated it to the core.
When the half retreat came, the humans knew just what to do, though Blaster was enlisted to pull the lever down for the bridge. Arcee and Bumblebee came through first, escorting a very long hover sled filled with dense, refine energon. That was pushed aside and well out of range of passable transferred fire, like the humans and computers being out of range. Wheeljack and Bulkhead where next, covered in energon and giving please growls at a good fight, even if the smaller pale Wrecker was limping just ahead of Ratchet and another stolen sled of energon.
Wing scurried out of the way, knowing when he was useless and more of an obstacle than not. He regarded them, whining gently. He knew how much they needed the energon right now, but the others didn't know yet that a living power plant was on its way. Wing briefly wondered what kind of face Optimus would make if he found out that he's had a Metrotitan right under his nose so to say.
Optimus and Cliffjumper were last, the red mech looked like the worst off, despite Wheeljack stiff leg. Yet despite the cosmetic and physical damage, a section of his armor crumpled he looked like the most alive and energetic of the group as the ground bridge closed.
The red front line warrior was then moving towards Wing and the humans, and around to the one other medical berth to push Wheeljack up on it first, "Fragging hell! Deadlock really didn't like you Jackie!"
"Yeah, yeah," the wrecker snorted as he waited for Ratchet.
The white jet didn't move from his spot, knowing he wasn't in the way here. For once he really felt pretty useless, since there was nothing he could do.
"Hey," Cliffjumper rested a hand on the more slender flier, he smiled despite a new lined grove on his cheek, "It's okay kiddo, cycle a big breath, cool off." He was staying out of the way too, letting Optimus organize and Ratchet treat the others first.
Wing snorted. "I hate this." He waved his hand helplessly at the entire situation. "Besides there's some serious business still waiting..." he sighed and grinned at Cliffjumper, to him Achat coming was good news, very good news.
"Find something other than energon?" Cliffjumper asked looking Wing over as he flexed one arm, looking down to poke at a wound on it, then started to scrap the blacken parts off if it, attempting to clean it. "Oh don't twitch, I raised that yellow bundle over there, you both have that flicky-happy wing thing going on. So did Swoop and other Autobot fliers when you find out a choice bit of information. Don't worry, you can pounce Prime in bit."
Wing hummed in acknowledgement. "So that's the reason he looks at you that way. Wouldn't have thought that." He admitted shyly, and then glanced over to Prime. "Hope that doesn't take too long, the sooner he knows, the sooner he can make choices..." Wing trailed off with an smaller, innocent trill.
"You're a trouble maker," Cliffjumper decided, pulling Wing close for a one armed hug, ever as something in his side sparked with the action. "Don't worry, he can hear you want to talk, this place isn't so big not to ease drop on everyone weather you need to or not."
The jet purred and hugged the other mech back, grinning. "I'm still not sure if it's entirely good news." He bit his glossa and giggled, clearly showing his more mischievous nature, especially when he looked at Blaster. "Femme missed something big right under her proverbial nose twice, and she knows it."
"I knew it was around!" Blaster called from where she was helping Ratchet, "Just not where- and my attention was on the slavers that wanted in my armor." She reminded.
The front line warrior looked over, huffed and said, "We need a day to just catch up on everything. So, which Metrotitan did you nest in flier?" He asked Wing looking back and arching an optic ridge.
"Achat. And yeah, you totally knew he was there... Uh-huh. Was rather obvious with shiny pristine me around." He rolled his optics amused and eyed her. "But only him, not her."
"He made it?" Cliffjumper stood up more, his attention on Wing fully, "All of him? I know the big shinny girl did a panic jump, never heard how Achat did..." There was something here, a history Wing didn't know yet.
"All of him. And I know where she is too." He grinned and gave Blaster a look that said 'Keep quiet or else...' "I'm one of his consorts. Very useful, avoids my Creators from panicking too much about me being here. Otherwise they wouldn't have known, they knew I was off planet, but not where I was going or what had happened."
Cliffjumper put a hand on Wing's head, giving his helm a surprisingly soft scratching, "With that bond yeah, I've seen mechs use all sorts of connections- And Ratchet's glaring! My turn to be fixed!" The red mech started to extract himself, but if wing clung more and then willing and able to pull him along too.
Wing let go, sure as heck he wouldn't get caught up with a glaring medic as bad as Redline. Nope. No way.
Optimus chuckled, waiting last to get his repairs, having avoided more damage than he had in the end. The big mech moving closer as he was called, offering a hand to the humans to reassure them for a klick before he would help put the energon away. Then when the bulk of the work was done, and everyone had to catch up on the energon found- and a session of comparing notes so to say on the battle. Sharing information of the new mechs, Cliffjumper, Wheeljack and Arcee all pitching in where weak point seen or found were in the Decepticons, being the smaller number it was something they needed any small advantage.
Then the Prime motioned Wing to come fallow him, holding the last energon storage container. Wing bounced after the larger mech, purring happily as he did so. He nudged Optimus side lightly, affectionately. He liked the mech.
The Prime, War Forge or not seemed to like the motion and younger mech, resting a hand on his back and shoulder. "I can see you are about to burst Wing." He chuckled.
"I am, I am. And you're about to have a reaaaaally big problem on your hands. And depending on how long it takes, you'll have a second one soon too." He grinned and nuzzled against the Prime, then pulled, one for the Autobots very rare treat, a box of jet grade goodies out of subspace, offering the box to the other mech.
The big red and blue mech blinked, the look he gave the open box was a spark breaking one. He seemed to not even recognize what Wing had at first, then unsure if it was real as he touched one lightly.
Wing chirped. "Go ahead, just don't eat too many, you'll get overcharged quickly with those, it's jet grade." He watched quietly, with bright optics, utterly at ease with sharing some of his most beloved treats... soon he would have an endless supply of those again!
Optimus only took one, waiting until he sat down in a chair that seemed like they made it here on earth. The energon storage cube set to the side, "I have had these before, long ago. But even in this frame, over charging is no easy thing Wing, but thank you."
The jet padded after, flopping on another chair, he purred satisfied and watched the Prime for a long moment. "Getting even you overcharged will be really easy soon." He left that open to interpretation.
"What is it that you are hiding and not wanting to?" The Prime asked, there was a stir from his Matrix as he eyed the youth while slowly eating the treat.
"Uhm. Let's say your problem is city sized, will be here in a week and you can't do a thing against it?" Wing smiled innocently, optics huge and almost perfectly round to underline the 'I'm innocent' look.
"In part after you I would assume." Optimus rumbled, not taken in by the innocent look in the slightest, "Not fully as it would have happened, and not in answer to my call. You must have found something...?" He was humming though, pleased at the possibilities for his Autobots more and it showed in his field.
"Crystal is on earth." Wing said, and then watched closely to see that reaction.
It took a klik for that to sink in and be understood, and Optimus sat up in his seat. The Matrix and his own powerful field coming fully to life, extending in a wave of power, warm but powerful none the less, "Crystal City?" He asked.
Wing flopped sideways in his chair, trilling at the wave. "We suspect she's hidden in the sea somewhere, there were murals in the cave system we explored, showing her, or rather part of her with humans depicted. Ancient cultures according to the internet, lost for about 2000 years and more."
He basked in the shock of the other mech, amused to no end. Wing basked even more in the snickering presence of Achat, the Metrotitan thinking of this as utterly hilarious.
"You take after you mate too much young mech," Optimus said with a flat look, but motioned for Wing to come over if he wished, remembering how he cuddled against him, and Jack when in recharge. "Are you sure she is still here?" He asked, seeming to decide something himself to explain.
Wing nodded. "Jack heard her singing when he stopped in front of the room with the murals." He was over and curled up in Primes lap faster than the large mech could see. "He's sure she is here. Says that if the key influenced Jack into hearing her when he saw the glyphs, she must still be there, otherwise her song wouldn't be audible anymore. Achat will be here in a week, you'll have to figure out where to settle him. He's fine with another planet, if unhappy, he would go under water as well but dislikes the idea, most of his residents are fliers." Wing chirred softly and cuddled close.
"Jack?" The Prime asked, and then purred a please tone, lifting his arms to suport the smaller mech. Already working on how to hide the Metrotitan, and the mecha within- scratching Wing's back as he did so, "I can not have mecha on this planet that can not fallow orders, either by the comanders they are used to, or me. Though I can image many of your people will hate me."
Wing shook his head. "They won't, not as long as you make it obvious you're not like Sentinel or Nova. Carrier will make the residents behave, if he doesn't, Achat will." He purred, wriggling comfortably.
"To prove such from a war Prime I can imagine taking time." Optimus chuckled, "Though seeing my Autobots having a charge to fully heal is a great hope Wing."
"It will work out in the end." Wing said, fully convinced of it. He petted the Prime in reassurance.
"We'll see," Optimus hummed, giving Wing rub between the mechs namesakes as he continued to plan. Waiting for Ratchet to finish and come snooping while the flier was limp in his lap to sort out how to start looking. The jet melted all the way, going as strutless as any mech could possibly go. He churred softly, somewhere between dozing and actually recharging. Blissfully unaware of his surroundings.