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Chibi was sure she was alone, then again the femmes were masters of silence, and she looked up, the four femmes sat like she did in the back and long empty storage room. They'd since converted it into a recroom free of the loud noises of the regular rec room and more importantly the mechs.
She looked at the collection of femmes, all of them were deadly. More so than some of the mechs they fought side by side with, they needed to be, otherwise, they were dead. She sighed and flicked to a blank screen on her data pad, aimlessly moving the stylus as she thought of her encounter the previous Orn. The mech had been one of a kind, it pained her though that she'd run like she had, upon waking and finding herself coiled into the mech embrace she pulled out quickly but quietly and bolted out of the building faster then she'd ever moved in battle.
She normally could forget about things like that, it was just another mech; she tried to tell herself, no one special, and nothing to even give a second thought to. And yet, here she was sitting, her reports for Hook on the last batch of recruits damages being ignored as she thought about one blasted Autobot mech. She hissed and flung the data pad at the wall opposite her over the top of Flamewars head. The dark scared femme glared at her team mate. The five femmes were as close as Decepticons got to being friends, unless you counted Seeker trines. Those mechs were fragged in the processors, 'though' thought Nightbeat as she watched the exchange between the two dark black and purple femmes 'with Starscream in control of them, they're bound to be' she ignored the glares and hisses being shot between the femmes and asked the question the fit of anger had brought to mind.
"Who was it this time?" she said with a lack lustre that could be attributed to her work with Soundwave "and if you tell me you were so over charged you fragged a Stunticon again I'll hit you harder than Megatron could manage" she drawled out peering over the top of the data pad. Fracture peered up from her own pad but couldn't even find anything in herself to be worried about the others enough to do anything.
They were bickering uselessly, 'fighting, truly violent, blood shed inducing fights', she thought with glee 'were worthwhile', her teammates bickering…was not though she couldn't help but add fuel to the fire "I thought it was the Combaticons, or was that last time Chavi?" she raised an optic ridge and smirked, using the femmes true title brought a growl from her, the reminder of her past family, the lowlife creatures they were infuriated her.
"Don't. Call. Me. Chavi!" She all but roared "I left that soft naïve useless femme behind when I moved to Kaon" she glared at Fracture and hissed as she pulled a new data pad from subspace.
Flamewar, whom she started the fight with got out of her spot and moved to collect the data pad she'd flung "Who, in the name of Primus is this" she asked, the screen had cracked but the still visible image a mech was there.
Chibis' optics went wide; she hadn't even known she'd draw that! "Give it here!" she said moving towards the other femme, Flamewar simply extending her arm, the small black and purple femme could not reach. She laughed until Chibi hissed and lunged; she scaled the femmes' body and had the pad in hand when another slightly taller reached it away.
Roulette looked at the drawing "I know that mech" she said almost to herself "He's an Autobot…Highpillar or something" she said handing the pad to Chibi who had quickly jumped off Flamewar who was now giving her a glare that could have melted a less mech or femme.
"It's Hightower!" Chibi snapped before she could help herself, and she found all eyes, even those of the near constantly uninterested Fracture on her.
"It was him…wasn't it? You went out and bumped chests with an Autobot!" crowed Flamewar, her anger suddenly gone in place of the femmes' clear discomfort and unease.
"I didn't know he was a slagging Autobot! Not my fault I was so overcharged…like you've all mentioned time after time, he could have been a Constructicon for all I knew!" they all shuddered at the mention of the bunch of twisted scientists/medics/torture team. That was a level none of them would even consider.
Chibi pulled herself together and spoke to them as a whole "it was a drunken mistake…it meant nothing and it means nothing" she growled and stormed out of the room.
The others shared a look as she left but said nothing, they knew it was useless, anyway, they may not have been the best of friends but none would sell the other out unless there was a very real reason too, they were still decepticons after all.
Ratchet let out a gust of air, Hightower…or the mech that had once been Hightower was still knocked out, in stasis while the chips the Jazz had created went about their work, it would take a full groon for the system to integrate its self properly into the mechs own systems. They had no idea what would happen upon awakening the mech. They hopped there wouldn't be any major issues but installing programing that was powerful enough to wipe out a mechs life wasn't a casually done thing.
The decepticons were rumoured to capture mechs, strip them for information then infect them with more viruses then any ten bots could handle which glitched them up, making them loco, they let them loose as cannon fodder, mechs had been forced to attack once team mates who were lost to the insanity of the viruses, and then others, who had their processors purged of information, memory blocks put up and viruses infected into them. There were ones that spread, ones that destroyed the mech slowly from the inside out. A hand rubber over tiered optics and he vented a rough gust of air, he detested thinking of the far more ruthless and sparkles tactics the Decepticons could and did use.
He looked over the mechs frame; it was half way through the change that would take him from one mech to the two that would inhabit the frame, he let out another gust of air, and turned to leave the room, he didn't have the energy to start work on the frame and he didn't want pull any other mechs into this mess it was already far too dangerous without the risk of Jazzes programing skills failing.
He locked the door using the highest codes he had and sent Red Alert a ping to double lock the door for him, the last thing he needed was for someone to walk in and disturb the download, he avoided the mechs he passed in the hall and mad his way to the officers lounge to avoid any questions or strange looks, he grabbed a cube of high grade from his subspace and sunk into one of the chairs in the room, it was smaller and had darker lighting then the normal rec room come dining room.
Prowl was surprisingly still awake with Jazz lounging next to him, his head resting on one of Prowls legs as he read aimlessly through a data file. Prime was in the corner talking to Ironhide and Hound had stopped in to meet up with Silverbolt in a calm environment, Wheeljack had taken up a place on the couch across from Prowl and Jazz, he knew that Red would likely only come in much later having been brought by Inferno as the end of his shift, or if Red was being stubborn after a double and if Inferno was really unlucky a triple shift. Inferno was the one mech with access to the room that wasn't technically an officer, though Jazz had jokingly been dubbed Red alerts Sanity and Well Being officer, though the mech had protested about needing looking after, though he quickly stopped when Inferno entered the room, it was no hidden thing for those who were closer to the mechs that they had been long term partners, though Inferno had yet to convince Red to bond.
He downed most of the cube and barely noticed Wheeljack moving next to him until he long-time friend and sometimes(like when he was overcharged) lover.
The mech sipped at his own cube before pulling Ratchets out of his hand "I'm not letting you get over charged this week, next week maybe" he sealed the cube and reached into Ratchets subspace and took the other cubes from the medic. He handed him a normal cube of mid-grade and sat back in the chair another gust of air realised from his vents he let his optics close and before he was even aware of it he'd cycled into recharge.
Ratchet woke to find himself sprawled across an unfamiliar berth; he craned his neck around and caught sight of head fins above his own head. They flashed weakly as the mech stirred from recharge, his sensor net was sensitive and tingling, and he knew in an instant what had gone down last night. He tended to get loving when he was grossly overcharged, there was the first stage of grumpiness and the second stage (if he got to it) was a loving stage, normally Wheeljack ended up being his main target, he was teased by Ironhide that only when he was at the point of no return would he ever admit his feelings for his long-time friend.
Wheeljack knew that his friend would never admit his feelings, if indeed they were there, he enjoyed there romps but expected nothing, on the rare occasions he'd been off base when Ratchet went into Love Doctor mood he'd made moves on a number of mechs, from the twins to Prowl. The latter freezing up and promptly running, while Jazz distracted the medic, on one occasion he'd been overwhelmed by the medic and had woken up circuits singing and visor smashed on the floor below.
He'd been unable to sneak away when the twins and Bluestreak had sought out the medic for repairs after a particularly enthusiastic night of interfacing, Jazz had frozen, and scratches of red marred his frame. The twins stared at the mech and smirked, they started to yell and in a flash Jazz was transformed and tearing down the hall.
Ratchet groaned and sat up, he rolled off the berth and stumbled into the cleanser, Wheeljack, who having spent the night keeping Ratchet thoroughly distracted, moved in behind him, his sensor net was still sensitive and as the Scientist made moves to pass him there energy fields twisted and flared sending waves of pleasure along his sensor net, in under a breem he and Wheeljack succumbed to the pleasure once more.
Chibi was antsy, she was meant to be reviewing new mechs for her team but out of the 20 or so that showed up all of them had proven they were too weak to work at the level needed or had serious issues with having a Femme in command of them, though the issues were quickly solved with a sharp punch to the spark chamber, the mechs that had survived the ordeal were chucked out to fend for themselves while Chibi wiped her tapered fingers down with a cloth.
She groaned and signed off for the shift cycle, she headed towards the rec-room for the femme team, she wanted nothing more than to have a full groon off but she was unlikely to gain that time, she would have full groon to complete any extra training for the new addition to her small team, though she wanted a mech that required little training, hence the hesitance to accept a mech.
She was paying little attention to her surroundings when she ran smack into a very tall mech, she hissed and glared up at the face. Her glare faltered slightly, she only came up to the mechs mid-section but it did not lessen her anger, though when her optics found his face she was taken back again, it was a beautifully crafted frame, the face plates were perfect, the optics she could see from her extreme angle were a deep blood red, the visor that covered them was even darker. The frame was an equal mix of black and blood red, strong but still lithe enough for extreme mobility, it was the frame of a melee mech, though a highly trained one, with the credits to have a frame expertly crafted.
She looked the mech up and down "who the hell are you!" she snarled, moving forward into the mechs space.
"oh, I…uh, excuse me" the mech stumbled almost over his words " I, uh, I was looking for a femme, Chibi…I think, I was told the trails for the advanced placement was down here…but…" he trailed off slowly as the femme eyed him over still.
"Oh…and you are?" she drawled
"Counterpunch, Melee specialist from before the war, I trained for several Vorns at the academy for armed combat and was planning on joining the forces before the war escalated" he said in a professional and practiced way.
Chibi scanned her files and realised that she'd missed the mech, she let out a sigh of frustration "You're on the list, come on, I'm on my off shift, let's get this over with" she said lifelessly and turned.
"Yes Ma'am" he followed close behind her though not close enough to invade her space, something he'd been warned of from other mechs he passed when he mentioned he was applying for a placement under a Decepticon femme…those who hadn't swore off him once he voiced this at least.
Chibi spoke to the mech without turning around "What compelled you to attempt to make the place on a team under a Decepticon femme?" she said as they neared the door for the training room.
"I find the environment that the mechs in this army create is lacking, though the femme controlled teams are much more desirable to work under" he answered as she spun to eye him sceptically.
She was wary of this mech; he seemed well trained and well-armed. It was looking more and more likely that she would be hiring this mech "Well we'll see how you hold up to my test course, I've yet to find a mech complete it in a fast enough time to even be considered worthwhile sparring with" she said a smirk creeping into her voice as she keyed in her code and entered the codes for the training simulation.
"I look forward to bein' tha first one" he drawled, an accent coming out when he was more relaxed, though it was confident it wasn't as cocky as others she'd heard, he was confident in his own self, not her lack of skill.
She watched him look around the room and the course; he took up an advanced stance and spoke "I'm waiting"
She smirked and keyed in the go codes, this was going to be an interesting night.
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