Chapter 2

Competition

The last time a messenger had brought news to Bee's hotel room was 4 cycles ago. The young carrier was waiting for the response of the nearest Akshoi, they were suppose to call him to do the acceptation tests. The tests last 1 mega-cycle. If he was called to pass them, he would be able to move from his hotel room to an Akshoi, to start his training to become a Kraolite.

Bumblebee was worried. He had heard that only 6800 out of 50'000 carriers would be selected to pass the test. 5670 of them have already received the confirmation according to Jetfire, including him and his brother. Of course the twins would be accepted, they were direct descendant of one of the greatest prince that Vos has ever had. Not only that but they were outstandingly beautiful. If they ever asked Bee to interface with them, he'd never refuse. It is true, the yellow carrier does mainly date mechs but he does enjoy from time to time spend a night with one of the same gender as him. Carriers were softer, most of the time more patient and a carrier knows how to pleasure another.

The Polyhexian was now sitting on his berth next to the window. The window blinds were half way down, allowing the sunset light penetrate through the tiny holes. He spend his cycle going around the city with the twins. Admiring all the places. The twins kidnapped him this morning, so he could forget for a moment the tests and everything. They aren't nearly as stressed as he is about all this. It seems like they don't really care. He remembers that not so long ago he was exactly like them, careless.

As he lies down on his berth, he remembers his adventures near the energon lakes, the moments spent with his carrier, the pranks he pulled back in polyhex and the parties with his friends. HE would still attend parties, that's what a kraolite is suppose to do basically, party. But he wouldn't be there to have fun instead he'd be the one amusing the guests. He'd be entertaining them, by dancing old moves, playing ancestral instruments and singing songs that date back to the golden age. This thought made his mind go crazy.

He could envision the attendees optics solely focused on him, while he bears a beautiful tube dress and performs. Mechs drooling with desire and femmes dying with envy.

The carrier perceived a noise outside. « It's raining energon over the rainy Vos. May the sacred liquid quench the thurst of the Kraoles and their sons. » Said an ancient poem Bee's carrier read to him when he was a sparkling. Bee couldn't fail, this was his dream and only chance at proving he's capable of doing great things.

The next day, Jetfire and Jetstorm had to help him keep his mind occupied all cycle long but before that they had to go to the Akshoi. They had to put their belongings in their assigned room.

He looks at his right servo and sees some Vosian words. He asked his new best friends to speak only Vosian with him. He was trying to deepen his knowledge of the language. It was important, if he wanted to pass the tests. IF the Akshoi convened him to participate. The Akshoi who was in charge of him and all of the candidates in the region, was called V'gekuyie hr Soi. It means Pearls of everlasting dew. The house was located in the Stryu district, despite the bars and clubs illuminating it's streets, the Akshoi was discreetly hidden in a narrow alley. Jetfire and Jetstorm had already been there twice but for Bee it was his first time. He was impressed by the delicatness of the place. Details on the walls, the floor even the front door was beautiful and detailed. It is in fact true what they say, Vosians are the masters of details or like certain paraphrase "Detail is their tyrannic master."

Suddenly the young carrier's optics became round like an alien space ship as he watched two Kraolites come out of the Akshoi. Graceful steps despite the uncomfortable high platform pede wear, tactful speech, soft voice full of love, smiles adorned with perfect dental plates. They were dressed with the traditional Vosian«dress tube» as we call it around cybertron. The dress is long, it ends at the ankles. It's tight around the legs, showing their shapes and only has a small rhombus like shape for the feet. Unlike the bottom part of the dress, the top is large. The sleeves are large and are put over one another to form an X that joins in the back. Kinda like straitjacket. Their faces are pearly white. Lip plates covered with red and black paint subtly outlining the optics, accompanied with either red, blue, purple or turquoise at the outer corner of the optics. It often depends on which Kraole you represent. And finally the markings carved on the sides of their helms, both of them had a crescent moon upside down with what looked like a dot going inside the moon's curve. A planet or the sun crashing inside the moon. Bee and others never knew what that represented but it is said that it's an erotic symbol.

The two Kraolites who got the admiration of the yellow carrier, were out of their night gear, just in a simple and looser tube dresses. A tube dress that you can wear each day.

The make up couldn't mask their fatigued faces. Last night must've been rough for them. They were wholeheartedly laughing at something. The light green one was gesticulating exaggeratedly as if imitating while the other, a dark pink seeker was trying to hide his grin with the palm of his delicate servo.

Bee was brought back to reality by the voice of his blue friend.

"Bee, do you want see Kraolite room ?"

"Yes yes yes yes yes ! Of course." Answered Bee, eagerly

They entered the Akshoi, the yellow bot was stunned. They kneeled on the doorstep before going further and the twins crossed their arms over one another on their chassis with their hands pointed upwards on their shoulders and lowered while repeating softly :

"Polvigan-ki. Polvigan-ki. Polvigan-ki."

Please take care of me. Please take care of me. Please take care of me.

Bee did the same, they explained to him earlier that it is customary to this before penetrating someone's house in Vos. It's a way of showing that you trust them, that you are pleased to be in their home and that you deliver your fate into their hands.

When they raised their helms up, the Aloika was there to welcome them. To Bee's surprise it was a grounder. He had black helm with two little horns but they weren't pointy like Bee's. He had a blue visor as well. From the horns on his helm and his visor, Bee concluded that this carrier either hailed from Polyhex or Praxus. The latter being more probable due to his accent.

"Danskois-ki." The Aloika ordered softly

Get up

"Garli Akshoi kirlei tsa vutegial, siya. Porlinglahn atsy-ki." Jetfire announced

The Akshoi is really beautiful, siya. We are proud to belong here.

The Aloika reverted his eyes to the grounder kneeled behind the set of jets.

"Siyi(Formal term for young carrier like sir, ma'am, miss), you are the polyhexian named Bumblebee ?"

"Ikak, Aloika-ma." Answered the young bot nervously

Yes, Beloved Aloika

"We are examining your profile. Ya might receive the invitation in the next two orbital cycles."

"Does that mean that..."

"Don't get your hopes too high just yet, we can still refuse you candidature if we see something we do not appreciate. We are very much aware of your laziness when it comes to studies, your lack of motivation and your tendency to give up and leave things unfinished. This type of behavior is unacceptable in the world of Kraoles and Kraolites."

"I understand." Bee timidly agreed

"Good. Hoi, birttyla ofka Ku-Groistu-Jetfire ef Jetstorm-ko."

Now, i shall guide Jetfire and Jetstorm to your room.

The group passed a various long corridors, they also had the chance to meet some of their Kraolite brothers. All of them were so gorgeous, Bee felt almost...threatened by their natural beauty. Most were calm, gentle and polite except a blue grounder Bee bumped into.

"Llyelvak, pay attention at your walk ! Stop running inside the might break something." Exclaimed the aloika.

"Theyellowbugshouldbetheonetopayattention. I'minmyhouseicandowhateverpleasesme." Retorted quickly the blue carrier while rubbing his helm.

"Correction, you are in MY house and have some respect for your future brothers. You must obey the rules if you want to stay. It's not because you will soon graduate and become a Kraolite that you have all the rights and power over the others."

"Yellow bug! Did you look at yourself in the mirror, you barely look like cybertronian." Bee insulted his soon to become rival.

"How about you frag off !"

"No, you go get some fragging, i can tell by looking at your face that it's been a long time since."

"Tut-ki Hoimo !" Finally screamed the aloika

Shut up, immediately !

All the bots in near proximity were witnessing silently, only their helms sticking out of their room's doors.

"Stigyet, come here." Called the aloika. A red and white carrier timidly stepped froward in their direction. Servos behind his chassis.

"Please Stigyet, would you kindly guide the your brothers the twins and their companion to their room. While i take care of this rebellious branch here." The aloika commended, glaring at the blue bot on the floor.

"Ikak sta. Please follow me." Complied the Stigyet, bowing slightly out of respect.

I know it's short but i don't want to rush the story. Anyways hope you enjoyed it.

BTW, the Transformers Animated and all other transformers universe are in the same...universe for this story. So you might see, TFP Starscream, Knockout etc.