AUTHOR'S NOTES:
I'M FINALLY UPDATING THIS~!
This is a request from Dragon Scouter! Its starts out storyish, but the crack comes in towards the end!
I also have a request from ThemSoundwaves, but I am trying to work out some kinks in it.
Also, I have another one in the works from yet another strange conversation with GK.
So yeah, I'm going to be busy for a while….
ON TO THE STORY~!
Back during the end of Cybertron's Golden Age, before the warring factors had formed, there were two Cybertronians who were brothers to each other in everything but blood. No one calls another his brother without having faced trials and tribulations together, each showing their loyalty and friendship to the other.
Including helping the other out of…embarrassing…situations.
This particular incident happened in the city of Techron. The elder of the two brothers had a gladiatorial match scheduled within the city, and he had convinced his younger friend to accompany him. The younger, though hesitant, followed his friend after some goading.
So, after the elder one had won yet another match, retaining his undefeated status, he decided that the pair celebrate, dragging his slightly reluctant younger brother to a well spoken of bar in the lower districts.
"Come now, Orion. I know very well that you are not vain like the rest of the upper levelers," the elder commented while he literally dragged the younger, stumbling mech along by his arm, completely unaware of his friend's struggles. "Why so reluctant to join me in a celebratory drink?"
"Of course that is not an issue, Megatronus," Orion responded, having finally gained a decent pace to keep up with the larger, older gladiator. "It's more the drinking part that I'm hesitant about."
Megatronus laughed. "Don't tell me you have never drank before?" He said it in jest, but one look at Orion's nervous and slightly embarrassed face, and he stopped walking, staring at Orion with a dumbfounded look before he continued by saying, "By Primus, you never have, have you? What do you archivists even do for fun?"
Orion shrugged. "We read. Or at least, I do."
With a scoff, the gladiator resumed his brisk pace, grip still locked on Orion's arm. "Well, just stay with me. I will make sure you enjoy your first night of drinking. It shall be a night to remember!"
Hesitant but unwilling to back down, Orion followed after him loyally just as any little brother would do when their older brother told them to follow. Soon, they were at the bar, run down with some name on the sign overhead, but so run down from the years that the name was long gone. Normally, this looked like the place to avoid, but if you listened and looked through the grimy windows, your opinion might change.
Never once hesitating, Megatronus dragged Orion straight to the door, striding in with confidence and only releasing the young mech's arm once they stepped inside. The bar was packed from wall to wall, filled with intimidating mechs, some recognizable from the match earlier that day.
All optics fell on the pair, and at first, everyone was quiet, and Orion feared a fight might break out. It wouldn't have been the first time with his intimidating friend. Then, someone in the back yelled, "Long live the king of the Pits!" chorused by the entirety of the bar yelling out, "LONG LIVE MEGATRON!"
Joyous and drunken laughs filled the air, and Megatronus smirked to himself before looking to his brother and heartedly hitting him upon the back. "Let's enjoy tonight, shall we?"
Soon, the pair were seated at the bar, and Megatronus had seen to it that Orion had a cube of high grade in his hands. It wasn't an overly strong brew, but it was enough to make the inexperienced mech cough and sputter a bit, to which Megatronus laughed heartedly.
Eventually, their brotherly banter morphed to Megatronus getting into a serious discussion with a seeker trine. After some political debating, they switched to casual conversation, he and two of the trine members nursing their cubes of high grade.
"You know," Thundercracker commented. "Never knew the infamous gladiator had a brother, let alone one who is an archivist."
The silver mech laughed lightly. "Ah, Orion is a friend whom I took under my wing. He is a brother in anything but birth."
"Speaking of the mech," Starscream commented. "Where did he go?"
Taking another drink, Megatronus commented, "I think your trine member, Skywarp was his name? Anyway, he wanted to show him something."
The two seekers visibly paled and looked nervously to each other and uttered, "Oh no…"
Sensing their concern, Megatronus became suddenly serious. "What has happened to my brother?"
"We should find them…" Starscream said nervously.
With a more serious tone, Thundercracker stands and adds, "We should find them now."
They didn't have to go far. In the back corner of the bar, a table had been set up, multiple energon cubes set up, both empty and full, all strewn in various directions while several mech crowded around cheering someone on.
Skywarp leaned back against the wall, grinning at a scene they couldn't quite see. His gaze caught on the approaching gladiator and his two trine brothers, and his grin grew as he waved to them. "Hey, there you all are! I got bored listening to the politics, so I decided to loosen Mr. Librarian up."
Megatronus began growling and strode to the purple and black mech. "What did you do to him? Where is he?"
Holding his hands up in mock surrender, a grin still balancing on his face, Skywarp responds, "Hey, easy. You're friend needed to lighten up, so I got him a higher grade. Didn't take to it so well at first, but now…" He looked to the side, and as the three followed his gaze, they all couldn't help but let their jaws drop.
At the center of the crowd was Orion Pax, the quiet little archivist from Iacon. But now, he was currently engaged in a drinking contest, chugging the contents of of his high grade while the crowd cheered him on and his opponent struggled to keep pace.
Within a few moments, he slammed the now empty cube back on the table, and victoriously yelled while the crowd cheered with him. He no longer appeared shy or withdrawn in the group: he now controlled the group's energy, and he moved to stand on top of the table, swaying slightly in his intoxification. Once making it up top and finding his balance, he thrusts both fists in the air and gave another cry of victory.
"By the Allspark…" the dumbfounded gladiator spoke in awe.
Then, Starscream muttered, "This is why you should worry about the quiet ones…" Megatronus growled, and Starscream stuttered, trying to backpedal. "Well…what I mean is—"
"MEGATRONUS!" The gladiator turned to his yelling brother just in time to see him flying through the air from jumping off the table, effectively tackling the older mech to the ground, who simply laid there, stunned. Orion proceeded to stand on top of the dazed gladiator's chest, and looking at his stunned audience, he yells, "one shall stand,ONE. SHALL. FALL!"
The silent room burst into cheers.
"Oh for the love of…. ORION, GET OFF ME!" The drunken mech stumbled off of his brother, who quickly moved to get off the ground. "Alright Orion, we are going back to the ho…tel…." He scanned the room and all of the drunken faces around him before yelling, "WHERE IN THE SLAG DID HE GO?!"
Everyone in the bar pointed in a different direction, leaving the gladiator to groan in exasperation.
Once he had fully determined that Orion was no longer in the bar, Megatronus began his quest to find his younger friend in the large city of Techron. Which at first, he thought would be harder to do, that was until he realized he could simply follow the trail of chaos he left in his wake.
First, it had simply been asking random Cybertronians if they had seen a red and blue mech wander by, and follow the directions they gave. Then came the first incident.
Asking a seemingly harmless older femme, hunched over and using a cane to help her along, turned out to be the wrong move. It ended with the gladiator being beat with her cane the minute he described Orion, her screaming about him running off with her basket.
The next incident had been the scene of several mechs yelling at each other, the lights from the driving intersection gone and all of them either dented from crashing into each other or screaming about needing to be somewhere.
The third had been about some graffiti on a wall: an unknown mech had somehow stolen the work crews paint supplies and used them to paint….things… on the wall.
This story is staying at a 'T' rating, so I shall leave it to your imagination.
Anyway….. Megatronus was wandering a random alley, muttering to himself. "Now where did that little drunken Pit-spawn go?" He was near his wits end. His pedes were covered in paint, his eardrums ringing from all the screaming grounders he had to try and question, and that little old femme could pack a hell of a swing…
Unbeknownst to him, his target was closer than he thought. Up above him, a drunken Orion was having a very hard time trying not to laugh. He found it oh so funny to follow his frustrated brother along as he tried to find him. Unfortunately, he couldn't contain his giggles, leading the confused Megatronus to look up and spot him.
"ORION!" he yelled in agitation. "Get your aft down here, now!"
Still too drunk to realize how close his brother was to strangling him, Orion simply yelled, "NEVER!" Then, moving quickly to stand from his crouched position on the roof, he added something random that popped in his head. "AUTOBUTTS! ROOOOOOLL OOOOUUUUTTTT—GAH!"
That's the point when Orion promptly fell off the roof to land at Megatron's pedes.
Not the slightest bit concerned about his brother's fall, Megatronus crossed his arms over his chassis and just looked at the groaning Orion. "I hope that phrase doesn't catch on…."
"Megsy…." Orion groaned, face still in the ground. "I don't feel so good…."
Megatronus sighed. Leaning down, he picked up the younger mech effortlessly and carried him over his shoulder. "Come on, Orion. I will take you back to your room." He then began to walk out of the alley, his brother silently hanging limply over his shoulder."I'm tempted to put a tracking chip in your butt."
"Okay, Megsy." Megatronus sighed, not bothering to stop the nickname and letting the silence fall again.
"Megsy?"
"Yes, Orion?"
"Can you lead the Autobutts with me?"
"….sure Orion. Whatever you say."
"Okay." Silence. "Your butt looks better than mine anyway."
"Orion, I am never taking you drinking again."
