Understood
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Chapter 18
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Tailgate lay next to Cyclonus, listening to the sounds of the big mech deep in recharge, a quiet symphony of mechanical whirring, electrical humming, and comfortable clicking, all led by the glorious conductor that was his spark, setting the pace with a deep, steady throb of energy.
Cyclonus for once had been more cuddly than lustful, and had decided to sleep after only two rounds. He'd probably had a long day at the base, even before the long evening with his fellow officers. Or perhaps this was the season for high-ranking Decepticons to cuddle, given his experience with the tricolored mech and the way the blue and orange seeker seemed to want to take him home.
Tailgate suddenly realized how honored he was, that the warrior allowed himself to recharge with the minibot still around. Usually clients threw him out as soon as their needs were met or their contract was satisfied. And he didn't blame them either. There were always stories of mechs who'd blacked out for too long after an overload getting robbed of their credits, possessions, and weapons. Worse yet were the more sinster tales of mechs getting hacked or hijacked or stripped for parts while in recharge. Falling asleep with a prostitute was practically an invitation for a mech to end up pillaged or abused.
Tailgate snuggled a little closer, resting right against the large purple frame and looking up at the stars. The Harbor House had a set of unique rooms on the upper floor, where the segmented roof of each rolled back to leave the berths open to the sky. Apparently this was a huge draw for fliers, who liked such an arrangement, being able to sleep open to the night.
And then he looked at the face of his employer, the cruel visage of a warrior, now dark with recharge. The brightest stars were reflected in the polished plating. He'd heard stories of what this lieutenant of Megatron's had done—of the battleships he'd brought down, of the strongholds he'd crushed, of the Autobots he'd slain. But somehow still he felt safe with this mech, as if when in his arms he'd be protected from rough clients, marauding black ice junkies, a cantankerous landlord, and the constant unease that had come with the loss of the academy in Pescus Hex.
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"Understood" continues in Chapter 19
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