Woah, sorry for the wait. I got stuck on this chapter for weeks! I had already finished it before and was waiting to make a few additions when Oh, I couldn't find it! It had somehow deleted its self!!! I left it for a while fed up with it. But then I had to do it or my reader were sure to kill me... (jeje)
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EDIT: 20/11/09
astrosecond: Cybertronian .498 Earth seconds
breem: Cybertronian 8.3 Earth minutes
cycle: Cybertronian Earth hour
megacycle: 12 Earth hour
klick: Cybertronian: Cybertronian Earth minute
nano-klik: Cybertronian Earth second
jour: Cybertronian Earth day
orn: Cybertronian 13 Earth days
vorn: Cybertronian 83 Earth years
solar cycle: Cybertronian Earth year
Sunstreaker and Sideswipe. Twins. Troublemakers. Warriors. The spawns of the pit. They held many other similar titles. They were always together, always standing up for the other. If you messed with one, the other would come and offline you. Each a half of a unique spark.
The twins had once been with their creators. Loved, protected and cared for. Until that fateful jour that changed many bot's lives including their own. The 'cleansing phase'. It was essentially, one of the Elite Guard's numerous plans to 'correct' the wrong doings of the Lower Levelers.
Long story short, on a normal jour, the Elite Guard barged into the Hellish City with one goal. Total obliteration. They had targeted femmes, younglings, innocent bystanders who had the misfortune of being born into one of societies lowest and most hated circles.
Now, the bots of the Lower Levels had one rule. Look after yourself. But that was amongst themselves. If any outside interference tried to hurt one of them, then they turned against that intruder. Together. This had being one of those moments. As soon as the enforcers had breached their sanctuary, the bots had acted. By natural law, the femmes were to hide and protect the younglings while the mechs were to battle off the threat.
But they had acted too late, and didn't have enough firepower. Many had died. Desperate creators had used their own bodies as shields, siblings had protected each other, everybot prayed that the next jour they'd see their friends again, that they'd have creators to tuck them in and tell them that all is well.
As the enforcers were driven away, the outcome had been grim. Younglings came out of their hiding places holding hands with younger ones, or carrying sparklings with whom they had no relations. A new era was born. One with no guidance. An era of orphans.
The creators lucky enough to have survived kept their younglins close and never took their optics of them. Many adopted orphans, the rest were left to their own fate.
Such is the case of the twins. They had lost their creators but were lucky enough to be adopted. Though if it was luck or misfortune is hard to see.
They were taken care of by one of the most ruthless couples. Gladiators. And thus began their warrior life. Each jour was the same routine. Wake up, train, spar, sleep and repeat. Fight, fight, fight. That was their life. Thankfully, their caretakers did not deny them their education and sent them to school.
They didn't hate fighting. They had come to like it and even to want it. But they hated when they were forced to kill in order to survive, or because the public cheered for it. Though they had come to terms with their life, they couldn't help but remember the short period of time, were there was no fighting, no killing. Only their creators love and warmth. What they hated the most, was how they were treated by their supposed guardians. As toys. They didn't suffer beatings or neglect. No, the twins had proven themselves over and over again which provided them with enough energon with which to be full and medical care. But what they wanted, was to be accepted, to be acknowledged, to be loved. They couldn't bare the looks full of indifference, so they opted for being away as much as possible when they didn't have to train or fight.
Which brings us back to this particular morning. Since the building was locked down, the only place they could wait in was the courtyard. Not that it mattered. It was preferable. They had their own spot and all. At the very top of the bleachers at the far end, facing the building with two large court fields separating them.
The twins had come two cycles earlier with the excuse of having a study group. They didn't care much for their 'education', but it was a good place to forget the tactless and emotionless way they were treated at home. The problem with this, was that they were bored. And Sideswipe was more then willing to let his brother know that small detail.
"I'm bored."
"So you've told me from the moment we got here." Responded his brother with no emotion.
"Oh come on Sunny! There must be something we could do to pass the time."
"Classes start in a few breems then you can entertain yourself as much as you want!" Sunstreaker said sarcastically while glaring at a group of femmes sitting at the bottom of the bleachers.
A group of mechs were playing on the court while the femmes cheered them on. At the other side, there was a small eating area. A couple dozen tables stood in front of the buildings doors. Currently, they were filled with boisterous bots.
"Jazz is here." Sideswipe pointed at the far table were three mechs sat laughing and talking.
"Whoppy doo." Deadpanned the yellow twin.
"Sunnyyyyyy!" Whined his twin.
"Don't call me that."
"Sunshineeeeeee!"
"Don't call me that either!"
"My dandelion of doom!!"
"Do you want me to kill you!" Snapped Sunstreakr not in the mood for his brothers immaturity.
"You are as entertaining as watching the paint dry."
"Good to know."
Sideswipe hissed in aggravation. "Can't you at least think of someting to do while we wait to go to class, a.k.a more boredom?"
"You can be such a sparkling sometimes you know."
"But I'm BOOOOOORED!" Replied the red twin with a very good impression of a dying groan.
His twin sighed in exasperation at his brother. "Look, here comes Bluestreak. I'm sure he can make your life more entertaining." Looking down, a blue grayish mech was clumsily climbing the bleacher to them tripping every once in a while.
The femmes at the bottom laughed at such a display but were quickly silenced as Sunstreaker stood up and glared at them. "Would you go frag yourselves somewhere where we can't see you disgusting faceplates!!"
Startled by the yellow mech's words, the femmes made an escape for the safety of the building while Sunstreaker sat back down satisfied.
"Awwww, you scared the poor things." His twin admonished with a smirk. "See, this is why you never get laid."
"Bite me."
"Hey guys! What's up?" The mech named Bluestreak asked, vents working over time as he finally reached them.
"Hey Blue', you alright there? You fell rather hard that third time."
"What? Oh that, I'm sorry. I was in a hurry to get to you guys. You're not going to believe what I just found out! Well, I didn't really find out about it, it was Mirage who found out first but- say, where is Mirage? He was right behind me! I hope he didn't get lost." He finished worriedly, optics sweeping through the courtyard in an attempt to find his missing friend
"Woah slow down there Blue'. We don't what you to glitch your vocal capacitor again."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I was rambling again wasn't I?" He responded looking dejected.
"Yes Blue', you were." Sunstreaker deadpanned.
"Anyway, what was it you were going to tell us?"
Bluestreak was one of the few bots that had managed to befriend them. No scratch that, he was one of the few bots who had been able to talk to them... with out being mauled. He was a nice, easy going, kind, do-gooder youngling. He had received his third frame two vorns ago, making him younger then the twins. He was very innocent despite living in a place like the Lower Levels. But he had just one defect.
"Well you see, I came a little late today. It was because I was waiting for Prowl. You know how he doesn't like company, but I wanted to walk with him to school. After he accepted he told me he was proud that I was doing so good with my grades! I really like it when he praises me. You guys know I look up to him, so it's really impor-"
"BLUE' The point!?" Bluestreak didn't get to finish his stray thought as the yellow twin yelled at him with an exasperated tone.
"Oh yes, well... When we got here I met Mirage, who was coming out of the office rooms. The weirdest part is that when I turned back, Prowl had disappeared. I hate it when he does that. He's not named 'Prowl' for nothing. He's so awesome-"
"BLUE'!" Both twins shouted.
"Okay okay! Anyway, Mirage told me that while he had been waiting to talk to Magnus about the 'final transfer', he saw-"
"The new med bot come out of Magnus's office." Finished a disembodied voice to Sideswipe's left.
The three mechs jumped in surprise as they looked around searching for the source of the voice. All of a sudden, a white and dark blue mech appeared in front of the red twins, one seat below them, next to the younger mech.
"Mirage!" Bluestreak said happily.
"Mirage!" Sunstreaker yelled angered by the older mech's stunt. He hated when he did that.
The bots at the school were divided into spheres, tight groups that could contain hundreds of bots. They rarely interacted with bots outside their sphere but it wasn't unheard of. There could be mechs in their second or third frame but those who received their fourth frame were transfered to another sphere solely for bots that reached adulthood. Mirage was about to receive his last frame which is why he had wanted to talk with Ultra Magnus about the final transfer. He didn't want to leave his friends just yet.
The twins had been in their third frame for many vorns now but Bluestreak had received his third frame not to long ago.
"Where did you go? You were right behind me and then you disappeared, I didn't even notice until Sides' said-"
"Easy Blue'. Sorry, I just didn't want to get caught up in the crowds." He said sheepishly, siting on a bench lower then the twins next to the younger mech
"Pfft, coward." Muttered Sunstreaker.
The three mechs glared at him.
"Wait, what! There's a new med bot!" Sideswipe asked after his processor caught up with the white mech's words.
"Yup. He's in his fourth frame but he looks very young."
"That's impossible! How can there be a new med bot! We scared the last one not to long ago!"
"You know what this means don'tcha Sunny?" Sides' said conspiratorially.
"Oh yeah, we have work to do." Replied his twin fist meeting hand.
Both mechs had an evil look on their faceplates that bothered the others.
"What's the matter with you and med bots?" Mirage asked narrowing his optics. It had been a mystery to him since he had met the twins. "We need a medic here in school. Primus knows a lot of bots need it."
"Mirage's right. I had to ask Prowl to fix my door wing the other jour because there was no medic around. And I don' trust others to do it." Bluestreak added.
"You guys can't seriously want a medic here!" Said the red twin outraged at the thought.
"They treat bots like slag and are more likely to off line us then to repair us."
Mirage and Bluestreak fell silent to this. It was true. The med bots they had met so far were nothing but sadistic bots with no tact. But...
"We still need them. Or do you guys know how to get a bot out of stasis lock? Repair fractured energon lines? How about circuitry?"
"Yeah! And I'm sure none of you know how to defrag any bot's processor. Poor Prowl had to be in lock down for five jours until a med bot was found last vorn!"
Now it was the twins turn to be silent. Their friends were right. But still, that didn't mean they weren't going to make the new med bot's life hell. Plans were already coming together in their minds. It was going to be fun.
"Speaking of Prowl, how is your 'adoptive' guardian?" Mirage asked with a teasing tone turning to the younger mech trying to get off the obviously sensitive subject. He had only seen the older mech a few times when visiting Bluestreak, and didn't know much about him except what Blue' told him... which was almost everything.
"What? Oh he's doing fine. Still having problems with you-know-who."
"Shouldn't he do something about that? It's starting to get serious."
"I have no clue what you guys are talking about but, have you heard what everybot thinks Prowl did to Windstorm the other jour?" Asked Sideswipe.
"Oh yeah I heard about that. Of course they have no evidence that it was him."
"What? What are you talking about?" Asked a confused Bluestreak.
"You mean you don't know? Don't you live with him?" Sunstreaker asked amused.
"We live on different floors! And he never tells me anything! What happened?" Defended the younger mech.
"I'm not entirely sure about the details, but they said that 'Storm humiliated your stoic sparkling sitter-"
"Hey!" Bluestreak cried indignantly.
"-and he left the room fuming." Finished the red twin with ease.
"The next jour though, 'Storm was nowhere to be seen." Continued Sunstreaker. "After searching for almost four cycles, they found him tied up on the roof to the antenna."
"What!" Yelled the shocked mech. "And Prowl did that?"
"Everybot asumes it was him, but not even Windstorm can actually say it was, for he didn't see who attacked him. And there are many bots that clamied that Prowl was with them most of the jour." Said Mirage.
"But-"
Before any of them could continue, the booming voice of Ultra Magnus sounded though the courtyard.
"Alright bots! Go to your class! I don't care if there's a few breems before they begin! I want you to be there NOW!"
"Oh frag, Magnus's serious! Come on we better scramble. We'll continue this little gossip session later." Sideswpie said turning to the others. But before he knew it, Mirage had already disappeared.
"Good luck." Came his cheerful voice a few step below them.
"So thats how you keep a clean record. Slagger." Muttered the yellow twin.
"Sunstreaker! Sideswipe! That means you two too!"
The twins flinched. Even if they were far from were Ultra Magnus stood, since they were literally under ground, his voice echoed through the whole courtyard. They started climbing down wondering why it was only them that the director had yelled at. Thats when they spotted Bluestreak already half why towards the building.
"Traitor!" Yelled Sideswipe as they rushed toward their class trying to avoid the director's gaze.
Okay, it was kindda done rapidly because I'm still fed up with this chapter! The last draft was better but what the hell. I'm done with it, moving on to the next of the story grrrrr.... his chap made my life hell!
I will post the next chapter tomorrow, it's already done... I finished it like, before I started this one XD. But I'll let you guys suffer... muajajaja wait till tomorrow!!
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