Disclaimer: I can ask all I want, but my versions would never be kid-friendly enough for Hasbro to trust me with even partial ownership.
Ugh, short chapter, I know... But this is really more introducing the characters as they will be within the story, and I did not wish to give too much away. Yet.
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Enter_Passcode: Out_Of_The_Ordinary
"You two are to be Blitzwing's newest cell guards, understood? Ah-ah, no objections!" The rather rude voice of Sentinel grates the twins' audio receptors as they move through the streets of Iacon, one brother on either side of the Magnus. Jetfire gives a roll of his golden optics, whilst Jetstorm frowns, though both flight-capable mechs keep their stances respectful, as well as their tones, as they question their superior as to why. They had, most certainly, heard that the unstable Triple-Changer had already lost two different guards, and now the third is taken off the job? That… That is concerning, to say the least. "And yes, I am serious! You two are like younglings sometimes, I swear…"
Jetstorm clears his throat-cables, upturning his palms, and then speaking. "Technically, Sentinel Sir, still younglings are we."
A simple grunt of pure irritation leaves the Magnus, and the twins instantly fall silent. They follow the larger mech without another word, toward the Tripticon Prison where the more dangerous DeceptiCon prisoners were being held. The unstable ones included… They walk on in silence after that, simply moving through the streets with thudding pedes over the metal beneath them.
And, before they know it, they reach the prison, and move through its halls without a word to each other—although the twins converse through their sibling bond, though the Magnus is not aware of this.
"Jetstorm. Jetfire." Sentinel ceases his steps at a junction; this junction leading off to the left, as well as the right, and he leads them down the right hallway. For quite some time, they walk in unrelenting silence, until finally, the AutoBot Magnus ceases his steps in front of a cell door. His knuckles rap loudly over the metal, and a scraping sound from within the room follows, before a datapad is passes through the barred window within the door. The Magnus passes the datapad to the twins, crossing his arms over his chest, whilst his digits tap against his arms impatiently. The Jet-Twins look over the words that show in unison:
"After the war, everything seemed to be going smoothly—for the AutoBots, that is… I'm sure you've heard of me; the DeceptiCon freak. Well, if it so happens that you haven't yet, then my designation's Blitzwing, and you must be my new cell guard? Look, 'Bot, I've gone through three already because I drove them nuts—let's see how long you last, hmm?"
As soon as they are finished speaking, Sentinel is clearly not a pleased mech. He looks into the cell, digits twitching over the door's lock, before giving a simple growl and turning upon one heel. "Keep at your posts; do not listen to a thing he says." The taller mech orders, followed by salutes from the other two, before they quickly take up position upon either side of the locked door. They stand tall and at attention, speaking through their sibling bond.
The cycle simply drags on, the twins shifting uncomfortably as they listen to the mech within the cell they guard muttering to himself, or jumping as one of his servos strikes something from within with enough force that he yells out in pain.
It is only when the mech begins to speak aloud, vocalizer choked with what the far younger mechs think to be sobs, that it truly catches their attention. "Broother, jou stand guard." Jetstorm orders, and then looks to the locked cell door. "I'm going see what wrong..."
Jetfire just simply gives a nod, whilst his brother unlocks the door with the key given to him he had stored within his subspace, and slides it closed behind himself. Wind begins swirling rapidly upon his digit-tips as he approaches the mech, optics narrowed from beneath his visor. Within moments, his steps cease, and the wind dissipates as he looks down to the Triple-Changer: Upon the ground, within a corner, servos upon his helm and rounded digits clawing against it. His left wing twitches and jolts violently, though his right is nowhere to be seen, seeming to have been cleanly removed from the mech's back.
The young mech's helm tilts, confusion crossing his faceplate, but he freezes when Blitzwing's ramblings go quiet and frame falls still. The DeceptiCon prisoner glances over one of his massive shoulder-mounts, optic widening, before he moves quickly away from Jetstorm—too quickly. The massive mech trips over his own ped, falling with a crash back to the hard floor beneath him, a cracking sound ringing through the cell as he lands upon his chest, damaging the windshield of his cockpit, before rolling onto his back. The glint within his optic is one of blind terror, and as Jetstorm sends this image to his brother, of Blitzwing backing away from his grounded position, one servo up as if to beg the mech not to come any closer, a gasp can be heard from the white and orange-armored twin. "P… P-please… Et's alr-ready veen d-done z… Zis cy-y-cycle…"
Out uff ordinary… Jetfire notes through the bond, whilst his brother slowly backs away from the frightened mech and toward the door, and locking it once more once he exits.
What ded he mean by ,et was already done this cycle on'?
Trying trick? He is DeceptiCon.
Jes, true… Need look into thes, I think…