The Diego Diaries: Moving On (dd3 496)
-0-Out and about
Bluestreak stood in the middle of their new apartment directing the movers. Box after big box was brought in and placed in the proper room. The furniture was lugged in with the twins helping, then set up under Blue's exacting optics. It was hilarious, bitch-filled and over at long last.
The mini-cons left with Blue's thanks as the twins worked setting up infant beds. Kaon slept in a red, black and yellow Lamborghini shaped berth while the twins slept in swan boats. The Lord of the Rings had made a deep impression on Bluestreak, thus the influence.
Walking out, Bluestreak looked at the stack of boxes on the floor of the kitchen. With a sigh, he walked over to unpack. Racket in the other rooms was amusing as the twins began to hang the many paintings and pictures that covered the walls of their home.
It would be a long afternoon.
-0-Elsewhere
Default worked his shift aware that he was being monitored. A Day Watch mech lounged nearby. All of them were watched at every moment of their orn. Sio was still in the loony bin. Gravity would be released from jail in less than a decaorn if they didn't make any mistakes. He, himself was followed everywhere. He was sure that the evidence that may be at servo wouldn't survive a hearing.
Right now, it was time to tough things out. Their genitors had complained to the Iacon Order. They demanded that Fenix send a formal complaint of harassment to Prime's Office. It took a lot of persuasion to placate them but he had.
Fenix was tough, smart and long term. That Default could appreciate. For now, they'd work at their menial jobs, keep their noses clean and wait things out. The part that really hurt was the loss of their business.
That left only one item on their agenda to consider that was outstanding. The Lamborghini twins. He continued onward into the facility and the job he hated almost as much as he hated them.
-0-Ops Center, The City, Mars
Prowl noted the migration that was coming, one of great size. In a couple of orns they'd have to go out to get them. The obstacles in the way were fighting their own battles of territory and power. There were indications that Cyclonus was having incursions by an enemy who they'd already sparred with themselves, the hunters and their acid monsters.
Paragon was still digging in and had picked up four new groups of wandering Decepticons. He'd doubled the size of his battle group but both sides knew that he was still inadequate to the threat Prime could pose to their machinations. Even an alliance with Cyclonus wouldn't be adequate.
Thank Primus.
Prowl entered a command and the latest data poured into his helm. It was exclusively migration and refugee information.
The mass has been two separate entities but they'd merged. The composition was still unknown but they were working to remedy that and get preliminary information to ensure that they could meet the need coming their way. Five hundred Seekers were going out to the migration later that evening through The Trigger to map it. They would be gone for half an orn unless there was something that needed addressing.
All of the local forces needed from the cities including medical had already been given the basic outline and were on standby call. They could come at a moment's notice if the call went out. Now that the bombers had been boxed in, the leadership was free to take care of more pressing things.
Like the Championship of the Adult Football League of Mars.
Prowl grinned. /... go, Praxus … please …/
-0-At the trine's house
Ratchet peeked in with Alor, then entered. The twins stood by a wall in the living room. They held up a big group painting of the infants and were trying to hook it. "That's outstanding, Sunny. I haven't seen it before."
"I had it in storage at the Cultural Center. It was Blue's Christmas Surprise present," Sunstreaker said as they set it into place. It hung perfectly and complimented all the other images now re-hung.
"You got a pressie early then," Ratchet said grinning at Bluestreak who was enthralled with the image. Kaon was sitting on a white box holding a dollie while the twins stood on either side of him. Uraya rested her servos on Kaon's shoulder while Iacon beamed with delight as she held a dollie. It was beautiful.
"I did. Isn't it tremendous?" Bluestreak said with a smile.
"I guess you'll have to frag him sometime this decaorn now," Ratchet said as Alor guffawed.
"I wouldn't go that far, Ratchet," Alor said with a grin.
"You two should take it on the road," Sideswipe said with a chuckle
"I want to look around. I hear that twinnies have new berths," Ratchet said.
"Blue liked the swan boats in The Fellowship of the Ring. We had them made, then Sunstreaker painted them to look old," Sideswipe said.
Ratchet walked past followed by Alor. They entered each room oohing and aahing everything they saw. The trine had amazing taste and they kept things neat. It was amazing to see.
Who knew?
Alor leaned against the doorjamb of Kaon's room. "I suppose you'll have a house warming?"
"Goes without saying," Sideswipe said with a grin. "We'll let you know. Right now, we're standby for the migration."
"So are we. So is the championship. How do you two feel? Do I need to enhance anything … you know … anything?" Ratchet asked with his optical ridges waggling comically.
Sunstreaker snorted. "Not me. But you might want to check him out." He barely ducked Sideswipe's fist.
"This is looking so good," Bluestreak said glancing around. The boxes were empty, things were getting put into their final places and it was spic and span. He grinned. "I want the infants to get used to the house filled with their own things. Its going to be strange enough living here alone. No one else lives here but us."
"Well then, we have to move here, too. Don't want you to be lonesome," Alor said with a grin.
"That would be awesome, all of you living on this floor with us. Can you imagine the fun?" Blue said as the twins made gagging sounds and hanging motions with their servos. "Wouldn't it?" Bluestreak said shooting them the severest gimlet optic Ratchet had ever seen.
"What would they know. I know their atar," Ratchet said with a chuckle. "How is the studio?"
"I'll take you over. They can finish up here," Blue of the severe optic said as he linked his arms with Alor and Ratchet. They walked to the door snickering as they left the twins behind.
They stared at the door, then each other. "Frag this," they said together. They rolled out closing the door behind them and caught the three at the elevator. It was a raucous ride to the bottom of the entirely empty building but for them.
-0-Dai Atlas Dojo, Cultural Center, Tyger Pax, Mars
The sound of pounding echoed in the empty hallway as Circle and Knight mechs and femmes worked to make the dojo into a thing of beauty. Sitting on a chair resting, Pious Maximus watched. Kup who was sitting next to him chatted, the two sharing the last few zillion years together.
The five walked in and paused to take in the view. Platforms were being constructed, platforms that would raise the floor under the huge mats they trained on up a couple of feet. They would occupy half the room. The rest of the room was a weapons area, a huge lounge with monitors and a library that would be filled with old and new writings for and by the Circle of Life, the Primus Peace Mission, Neutrals, famed and new philosophers and the Knights of Cybertron.
"I have to paint a few pictures for this place. They want a new one of Dai for the altar. They also want one of Wing, Outrigger, Axe and Starsaber. Drift wants Thunderclash added, too," Sunstreaker said. "I have the images coming. I might make them a group. That would be epic."
"It would," Ratchet said. "I remember Thunderclash. He was something else."
They all nodded, then walked to the lounge where older 'supervisory' mechs of the straw-boss persuasion sat watching the younger ones work. They took a seat and relaxed.
"I see that you're really putting your back into this," Ratchet said to Kup.
He chawed on his stogie, then nodded. "I am."
Guffaws greeted that.
"You're commissioning art for this place. Thunderclash?" Ratchet asked knowing Kup had been mentored by that worthy back when he was recruited.
Kup nodded. "Seemed like a good idea. That old mech is out searching for Cyberutopia, that I'm convinced."
"I hope he finds it," Ratchet replied with a grin. "When you get done building in here, why don't you come to the studio? I don't know how anything will get done without you."
Sunstreaker snorted. "Yeah. Come on over."
"I could do all this with one servo, younglings. I just don't want to today," Kup said relaxing even more.
"Then pick an orn, old mech," Sideswipe said.
"How about never?" Kup asked.
They gave him slag squared, then rose to go to the studio. Up the hallway after a short walk led to their door. The glass door bore the logo of Sunstreaker's business, a large image of the sun. Entering, the boxes brought over were stacked on the floor. The group made short work of them.
-0-At a school in Terra
They stood around the table listening to their aide explaining how they could make their art. He was nearly graduated into the teaching program itself having finished the preliminary educational program that was required. He'd been a telecommunications specialist on a neutral world, but changed his mind when he became a father. He wanted to work with children and here in this place he was allowed.
"You should try to keep the paint on the picture, infants," he said sweetly. Three teachers were watching the young mech teach as part of his program. He was given the task of teaching sparklings how to paint inside circles and squares. They listened to him intently, then moved to their places to begin. They had put on little aprons that would keep the carnage down a bit but that was it.
"I LIKE THIS!" Orion smiled as he blatched paint into the circle. Mostly. "PRETTY! LIKE THIS!"
The others paused to look at him, then all of them cackled. They painted their sparks out, finishing just about the same time. When the images were taken up, they would all be blobs of one color, the kind made when several are painted together on the same paper.
Brown.
-0-In the N.E.S.T. Habitat
Charlotte Mearing sat in Ops Center working on her computer. She watched as micro-mini cons came and went doing the business of interface with the colony. Most of them were shorter than her, a possibility that had never entered her mind. They were the interface, the hands on out of the Habitat and the bringers and takers of things.
She considered that her requests to come back had been turned down again. It was irritating but not as irritating as Seymour Simmons chasing her with romantic intentions. She'd closed that door a long time ago when he'd become obsessed with aliens in his capacity as a senior agent with Sector 7. She didn't want to open it again for any reason. But she traveled here and there with him anyway feeling somewhat safer in the company of someone of her own kind among these giants.
The soldiers walked in checking something, then they walked out heading for the segway bay. She wondered where they were going but she didn't follow. It felt a lot safer being here than being outside with the giants. She turned back to her computer and the report she was writing for her bosses.
-0-Later that afternoon
"Ada."
"What, Uraya?" Sunstreaker asked.
"Where we go?" she asked as she sat on his arm. The others were being carried by Sideswipe and Bluestreak as they headed out to their new home. School was out. They were on their way. Someone else was moving into their old apartment, one less individual clambering to be a part of Metroplex.
"We're going to a new home." Bluestreak moved to the door as the train slid gently to a stop. They walked out, then headed upward at the Tyger Pax station numbered 5. The short walk to their tower would be through surprisingly busy streets in a city that had only a handful of residents. The ride up would be swift, the entry into their apartment memorable.
They ran to the windows to look out.
Iacon looked up at her genitors. "Atar … why she?" she asked.
Sideswipe smirked. "Because."
Bluestreak chuckled.
Sunstreaker made a note to talk to a speech therapist at the school the next orn.
-0-TBC November 3, 2013 8-8-19
NOTE: The Japanese animators for TF: Prime like Miko so much that they gave her embellishments that none of the others got. :D:D:D:D
I am using the Circle/Good mech incarnations of some of the bots listed in the dojo. Some of them morphed into really bad characters but as for now, I am not using that extension of their canon.
Time lapse Optimus Prime:
www. Buzzfeed briangalindo / awesome-painting-of-optimus-prime-time-lapsed-into -two-and-a