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Jazz's POV
What in the actual frag?
If this is how humans feel when they meet us….pit slagit I feel bad. This ain't nearly as funny when you're the one finding out that someone you know is an alien.
A royal alien…
"Ex…excuse me?"
"Your highness, I know that this must come as a terrible shock to you…"
"Excuse me?!" She said sounding confused and angry. "This has to be a mistake!"
"Or a prank…" I growled as I looked at the twins. It wouldn't be the first time that they roped humans into their pranks against others.
"This is no prank. We are not mistaken. You truly are the last living heir to the Transnubian throne."
"Can you prove that?" I blurted out making everyone who was on the ship with Celestial glare at me.
"We can. Do you want us to do a blood test? Should only take about 20 minutes…"
"NOW WAIT JUST A DAMN MINUTE!" Celeste snarled as she looked at them and then at me.
"I sure as shit do not want to have my blood drawn! Especially not right now after all the shit that has gone down!"
"Perhaps at a later time then?" Cerulean asked gently. Celeste glared at her furiously. That look…she usually only reserves that look for the people who really really piss her off.
"That will not be necessary. The scans of you I took when you got off the ship show anomalies that are quite concerning. Such as why I wished to give you a more in-depth scan here."
"And you waited this whole time to tell me that?! Why?!"
"Because he wasn't expecting to see me. We have caused a bit of a distraction." Cerulean muttered as she looked at Ratchet who crossed his arms and huffed angrily.
"That is quite the understatement." He mumbled.
"Okay, okay, stop." I said putting up my servos as I looked between Celeste, Cerulean and Ratchet.
"You're both seriously sayin that my femme friend here is an alien from 'nother planet?"
"Yes."
"And you both have proof."
"Yes."
"Any chance that one or both of ya could be wrong?"
"No!" The snapped in unison before looking at each other.
"I said I was sorry…"
"Now is not an appropriate time Cerulean." Ratchet said coldly. Now this isn't your average every day, Ratchet is mad coldness. This is like a "How dare you even look at me after what you did" coldness.
The last time I saw Ratchet this upset…pit it had to have been his last meeting with Moonracer before she went missing…
"Jazz…"
"Moon…ya went missin' for a long time…"
"I didn't have a choice. My King ordered my return."
"Yeah…"
"You of all bots should know what this is like. I didn't intend to hurt anyone. I was following orders, just the same as any of you."
She said firmly.
"But the harm you caused-"Ratchet snarled
"Was unintentional. I came to Cybertron to look after my Queen while she was still pregnant with her firstborn. The royal family was there for diplomatic reasons. I became enamored with your race, and after the birth of her highness, their majesties allowed me to return to study more about Cybertronian medicine. I had no intention of getting involved in your conflicts- "
"But you did."
"I caught feelings just the same as you! Would you like me to apologize for that?!"
"Whoa now-"I said trying to get in between them.
"You knew who and what I really am! I told you long before we left!"
"You swore me to secrecy!"
"To protect my kingdom and my home! Don't you dare stand here acting all high and mighty when you know you have done the same thing!"
"It is not the same thing!"
"Oh bullshit! It is too and you know it! How many secrets about Prime and Elita did you keep from me and everyone else- "
"That is different. I kept those secrets for tactical reasons!"
"And I didn't?! Do you even realize the laws I broke just to help you?!"
"What laws?!"
"It is against Transnubian law for a Transnubian to interfere with another race's internal conflicts. It is also against Transnubian law for a Transnubian to fight for another race, unless the Transnubian citizen has dual citizenship- "Praeliator explained.
"Which I didn't have- "
"Or unless the planet and people of Transnubia are actively at war with or allied and at war with another race."
"Which at that time we were not. In other words, I broke two of our planet's oldest and strictest laws in order to save lives, assist my friends and stay with a mech I loved."
Ratchet huffed in disgust.
Holy slag…I have seen some fights, but this is just ugly.
"Couldn't an exception be made given the circumstances? Your race and our own were allies of each other for trading." Arcee asked gently. Praeliator sighed and shook his head.
"Given the outcome of the situation, I believe that Cerulean has been punished enough. However, if things were different, had our planet not fallen, had our leaders not been slain…" He said trailing off with a grimace before continuing.
"She would have been charged with high crimes against the kingdom, possibly even treason."
"Isn't that a bit extreme?" Will asked.
"What do you not understand about my analogy of a loaded .50 caliber in each hand with no safety? Do you have any clue as to why those laws exist?"
"To prevent your people from becoming mercenaries?" Epps supplied. Cerulean exhaled softly before looking at us.
"Watch this…" she said as she turned to Bluestreak.
"Himminey Hommeny, sprekenzen dat, give this mech his functionality back. Bring back the use of his limbs that are slack, give him the use of his doorwings stat!" She said as she waved her hands like she was conducting a band.
"Himminey, Hommeny, sprekenzen dat help me heal my friend like that!" She finished while snapping her fingers. All at once, the dents in Blue's armor popped out, his scratches faded and his face relaxed. Cautiously he put his previously broken leg down and stood straight, his wings rising up before flexing out.
"I…it doesn't hurt anymore…! I can move and it doesn't hurt!"
"What the frag?!" I and nearly everyone else shouted as she hung her head with a sad, yet crooked smirk.
"Can you imagine…. just how much using my magic powers would impact this war?"
"What did you do to him?!"
"I healed him. How do you feel Bluestreak? Can you walk around? The error and self-repair notifications stopped right?"
"Ye…yeah…How did you…?"
"Magic. Our race literally is magical remember? I can heal pretty much any of you with a wave of my hand."
"AND YOU DIDN'T FRAGGING THINK TO TELL US THAT?!" Ratchet roared.
"Ratch…hold on a klik…"
"NO JAZZ! HOW COULD YOU BE SO SELFISH CERULEAN?!"
"HOW DARE YOU STAND THERE AND CALL ME SELFISH!"
"Both of you knock it off!" Praeliator snapped as he stepped in between the two.
"Can we all agree to use some common sense for a few minutes please?!" He growled. His eyes are glowing dark blue. He has sparks dancing along his fingertips. Holy slag…I get it now!
"Ratch, if she woulda used her magic, we'd all be in danger. At the very least she woulda been in serious fraggin' danger!"
"We could have protected her!"
"Listen up youngling! I know the circumstances for her leaving you weren't ideal, and you're hurting. I get that one hundred percent! But you better get some damn perspective or so help me I will beat it into you myself!" Praeliator snarled before taking a deep breath and exhaling.
"Our magic is dangerous when mixed or added to technology. She is a professional so there was no risk here. But when done wrong, or in a rush, bad things happen. Technology deals in numbers, and cold hard facts. Magic deals in fantasy. If we desire it, if we dream it, we can make it happen. That is why races look to enslave us and it is why it is so dangerous for us to get involved in other races conflicts!" He explained darkly before looking at Bluestreak.
"Consider this; had we sided with the Decepticons, you'd all be dead. She used her magic to heal that young mech, but the opposite can be done too. If I so chose, I could curse him, you and anyone else in this room or on this planet. I could make you kill each other. I could make you re-live your darkest moment in your mind in a permanent loop, leaving you listless and insane. I could cast a spell that would make that mech slowly rust to death within a time frame of my choosing and you wouldn't be able to do a thing about it! That is why our King ordered us to leave!" Praeliator emphasized.
No one spoke after that. I think we get the gist. None of them really wanted to leave us. But things could have been so much worse if they had stayed.
"We could have saved so many lives…" Ratchet groused quietly. Cerulean sighed sounding pained.
"Shortly before I "died" I had been straggling behind on the battlefield healing 'bots with my magic. I made it look like I was doing field repairs while you all went ahead of me to look for other savable patients. A Decepticon scout saw what I was doing. I couldn't catch him, but I did put a tracking spell on him, one that would tell me if he told anyone else what he saw. And he told everyone he could. They started putting two and two together right when our king made his royal proclamation that ordered our return. If I'm being honest, their majesties requested my permanent return several times before his majesty made his proclamation. I stayed because I wanted to. Because I wanted to help my friends. With the Decepticons figuring out the truth and the new proclamation, I didn't have much of a choice. To protect myself and you, I faked my own death in battle and left with the others of our race. It is not a decision that I enjoyed. Nor was it one that I took lightly. I wanted to tell you so badly, but I was forbidden from doing so." Cerulean said with watery eyes.
"All that matters now is that we are here. We have a duty to our princess." Praeliator reminded.
'Our princess' I'm dating a princess….
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After all the arguing, Celeste and I kinda wandered off. She went back to her room to shower and see Minty. I told her that I would catch up with her later after I washed up myself…
That whole 'our princess' thing is still not sitting right with me…
How the slag am I supposed to handle that?! I'm dating the future ruler of another planet! HOLY FRAG! I'M COURTING THE FUTURE QUEEN OF A WHOLE AFT PLANET!
What the slag does that mean for me? Am I supposed to step down as third in command? Do I need to fight for the right to court her? What the frag am I supposed to do here?!
She's a nearly immortal magical being from another planet. Praeliator said that magic and tech don't go together well…does that mean we shouldn't be together?
Should we not be together?
"Nah…we can make it work…"
My voice echoed off the empty halls as I rounded the corner towards the washracks. No surprise the twins, Tracks, and Mirage are using up all the hot water.
"Can you believe that flesh bag is royalty?! How fragging odd."
"Maybe this'll finally get Jazz to stop courting her."
Not this slag again! I Swear I ought to…
"Knock it off Tracks! We've done enough already." Sides muttered from his stall. Good to hear that he's not supporting their afts.
"As much as I disapprove of your methods, I must admit that Tracks has a point." What the slag Mirage?
"I told you! She doesn't deserve a mech like Jazz!"
"That's not quite what I mean. Jazz doesn't deserve a femme like her."
"Huh?"
"What?"
"Seriously? Ew…how could you say something like that?!"
"Of course, I'll always be in Jazz's confidence, but she is of a higher class and status then he is. It is only logical that she would also seek out a mate that matches her status. Jazz is only third in command. If her race's societal structure is similar to ours or the humans, she will more than likely marry another high-ranking male of her race. A prince or other nobility preferably."
"Hmmph works for me."
"Poor Jazz…"
"Aw shut up. She wouldn't dump him for some higher-class male."
"She's a Princess now Sideswipe. She must think of her people. That might mean having to give up her relationship with Jazz. She will have to make sacrifices."
"Aw slag."
"What?"
"She's the last heir to the throne."
"So?"
"They're probably gonna want her to produce another heir. What's the human term? And Heir and a spare?"
Slag…he might be right. But…she…she wouldn't break up with me because of all of that would she? Naw! She's never been the type to worry about titles or slag like that. We've always loved each other for who we are. We haven't even talked about if we'd want sparklings…
But what if Sides is right? What if they need her to carry on the royal bloodline? She is the last heir to the throne…
"Hey Jazz! Whoa, you okay?" Hound asked as he surprised me from behind.
"Aw, yeah! Just textin' Celeste! Gonna meet up with her in a klik or so."
"Oh, cool. I just saw her. She was just talking to some of the new guys on the ship she came back on in the rec room."
"Really? Huh. Okay. Well, gotta go."
"Don't you wanna wash up first? Thought that was why you were kinda standing in the washrack doorway here."
"Aw nah. I kinda need to talk to Celeste real quick. Maybe later."
"Alright, well see you later I guess?" He said as I started towards the rec room.
It probably is nothing. She's just getting to know the people she's supposed to lead that's all. Makes sense. She doesn't have memories of 'em since she has that spell on her.
"And this here is Lieutenant Fax Lux. He is second in command over all Calvary, both airborne and ground based." This…. this…..male….no…she wouldn't fall for some mech like him! He's tall and he has way too white of teeth. His muscles are too big, and he seems very quiet. She doesn't even like half of those things!
"Oh wow. Umm…nice to meet you. Sorry I don't remember you…"
"Oh no worries your highness. It is an honor to reintroduce myself to you each time." He said as he bowed and kissed her hand. What the frag!
"Oh please, you don't have to do that. Really." Good she's tellin' him to back off.
"It's probably good that you two meet again."
"Huh? How come?"
"Because we are betrothed."
WHAT THE FRAG!
"Excuse me?"
"Oh, it has been arranged for centuries now. We both agreed that we should marry each other after your coronation."
"R…Really…? Oh wow…uhhhh…"
"On the night of our betrothal, I swore my undying allegiance to you under the full moon in Paris and offered you a bouquet of golden roses, your favorite at the time."
She's engaged…. this can't be happening. No…this…this just can't be happening…
"So, I guess that would make you my knight in shining armor…huh?"
"Lieutenant technically, but yes, it would." He said with a grin.
Mirage is right…. she's gonna dump me for that guy. After all the slag I've gone through…that we've gone through…she's gonna dump me so she can marry inside her race…. she wouldn't…that wouldn't be like her…
"Traditionally speaking, you would marry shortly after your coronation, assuming you both have met the requirements of the betrothal." Praeliator said grinning.
"I need to think for a minute…could you excuse me?"
What is there to think about? She isn't really considering his offer, is she? No….no…no…no…no….
"Whoa there! You, okay?"
"Sorry, sorry! Just a lil' outta it."
"Oh no worries! After the day we've all had!" he laughed. He's that dude that helped Celeste take the ship back…the one that didn't believe that I was real.
"Hey…can I ask ya a question?"
"Ummm…Sure. What can I help you with?"
"Verifyin' a lil' info. Sorry, kinda a part o' my function." I chuckled trying to keep the mood light. Hopefully he'll tell me what I want to know.
"Psssshhh! Please. It'd be my pleasure. What do you need to know? Assuming it doesn't cross too much into certain secrets of course."
"Well…I heard that Celeste's engaged to a Transnubian."
"Ohh yeah... Well, you heard right. She is engaged to a Transnubian. I was there to see the betrothal! Aww it was so romantic! Such a sweet betrothal! One of the more memorable ones in our history given the circumstances. It was in the late 19th century, maybe a decade or two after the Eiffel tower was finished. It was the first Royal betrothal to happen since the war started and the only one to happen on Earth. Ahhh, such a beautiful night."
"Wow that does sound magical! thanks for the info!"
"No problem! Heh…"
"What?"
"Guess I hadn't thought of it, but I guess her highness has a type. Who could've guessed that she'd date two high ranking people? Though granted I'm not sure which one of you would rank higher than the other…eh, it doesn't matter, I guess. It is pretty cute that she has a type though!"
Yeah, it is…I guess…
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Third Person's POV
Jazz was determined to find out if Celeste had feelings for her "betrothed". The mere thought of his femme friend being promised to another mech made him furious. Granted, he knew it wasn't totally her fault. After all she didn't have any memory of the engagement. But that didn't hurt his feelings any less.
He casually hid around the corner as she quickly walked out of the rec room making a beeline to her own. On the way, Melagadandra fell into step with her. Silently Jazz followed.
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"What the actual fuck is going on." Celestial muttered.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I'm fuckin ENGAGED?!" How the fuck did that happen?!
"Well, it was in Paris…and he got down on one knee…"
"Shut. Up. I haven't even known you for 86 hours and you know more about my life and what's been happening in it! Am I the ONLY one put off by that?!"
"Yes."
"Please do me a favor and go away."
"Nope!"
"Seriously. I have to pee. Go away."
"Can't. We're all under orders. You aren't allowed to be alone at any time."
"I will seriously hurt you if you follow me into my own bathroom."
"Relax. I'm just gonna sit on the bed."
Celestial rolled her eyes as she closed and locked the door. Unbeknownst to her Melagadandra cast a spell shielding the room making it so no one could eavesdrop.
Celestial turned on the sink and sat down on the edge of the tub. She needed time to think. How could it be that she was engaged to someone that she not only couldn't remember, but also that she held no feelings for. What would Jazz think?
She snorted to herself. Of all the people who would understand her situation, her mechfriend was at the top of the list of people who she didn't have to worry about. With those thoughts aside, she decided that she needed to get answers. With a nervous sigh she stood up and washed her hands after she flushed the empty toilet.
"Melagadandra, I need some answers."
"Shoot."
"Obviously, I can't remember anything from before like the last 15 or so years. How do betrothals work for our race?"
"Well, one or both parties can offer up the engagement to the other. Once the terms of the engagement are set and met, i.e. dowery, challenge, or other criteria the two parties get married. Obviously royal weddings are stunning."
"So…this wasn't like an arranged marriage or something?"
"No, though others in your family have been arranged to marry. Why, something wrong?"
"Uhhh duh?! I currently have a mechfriend!"
"Well technically you have a fiancé and a mechfriend."
"How do I break off the engagement?"
"You sure you want to do that?"
"Why wouldn't I?"
At this Melagadandra shrugged. "Let's ask Praeliator. He might be able to help."
"He better. Someone has got to know how I can get out of this." She said as she and Melagadandra left her room, unaware of their silent silvery shadow.
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Celestial and Melagadandra arrived in the area of the base that had been newly designated as the area where the Transnubians would be living for the time being. When she arrived, everyone froze. Men who she assumed served in her armed forces saluted her. Women, children and other male civilians bowed or curtseyed as she walked by. Celestial cringed, feeling uncomfortable with all the new attention she was getting. Amongst the crowed she found who she was looking for.
"Praeliator! I need to ask you some questions!"
"Yes, your highness?"
"Ehh…that still feels so weird! How do Betrothals work?"
"One or both parties can offer up the engagement to the other. Once the terms of the engagement are set and met, i.e. dowery, challenge, or other criteria the two parties get married. Obviously royal weddings are stunning."
"Did you two rehearse that or something?!"
"No. It is the truth. Royal weddings are absolutely stunning. What is the matter?"
"I can't remember my fiancé for one! Not only that, but I don't have any feelings for him either!"
"So, you wanna know more about how betrothals work huh?"
"Yeah. Can you tell me how to get out of one?"
"Yes. But you should think about it thoroughly first."
"Uhhmmm why?"
"Because your marriage does not just affect you. Whom you marry will become the next Queen Consort. They will be expected to assist you in many facets of ruling the planet. Whomever you choose must be worthy of not only your hand and your attention, but they must also be a worthy leader. You will both represent us and now more than ever you must show a strong and united front."
"Ohhh…" Celestial said softly as the gravity of what he said began to sink in. Seeing that his Princess was clearly very overwhelmed, Praeliator offered her a seat to which she sunk into before resting her head in her hands.
"Are you seriously telling me that I'm gonna have to make a choice between Jazz, and a man that I hardly know?"
"You must think of what is best for not only you, but also for our people. Perhaps you should take some time to think about your options." The old warrior said softly.
Meanwhile, Jazz listened from out in the hallway as Praeliator explained what Celestial's ancestors did when presented with a similar choice. He watched as she listened and nodded her head in understanding. It broke his spark. Could she really be considering leaving him behind for a male of her own race?
Dazed and spark-broken Jazz turned and walked back to his quarters, his processor whirling with ideas of how he'd lose the femme he loved so dearly.
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I don't really remember how I got back to my quarters…guess my processor must have looped what I heard though. After all, I sure as slag wouldn't still be sitting at my desk unless some slag like that happened. Frag me…like 5 hours have gone by…
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
"It's open!"
"Hey you! I was wondering where you went!"
"Oh? Huh…"
"Something wrong?"
"I….I heard you talking to that Lux mech."
"You heard that?" she said with a wince.
"Yeah…I did. You're betrothed. Right?"
"Uhhh…yeah…kinda but not really."
"Slag does that mean? Either you are or you're not."
"Uh…did I come at a bad time? You seem kinda pissed."
"You're in a relationship with a mech that you can't even remember. How'd you expect me to react?"
"Jazz…calm down. Please."
"Why?"
"Because I hate when we fight! I don't want to argue over something this stupid!"
"What's there to argue? You're a princess engaged to a high-ranking male of your race. Let's leave it at that."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Exactly what it sounds like. You're in a relationship with him. You were with him before we even met. I don't want you to cheat on him with me."
"The fuck?! Jazz what-"
"We should see other people. Im serious Celestial."
"Jazz, you're being stupid!"
"No I'm not! You've clearly got other engagements. That mech swore his allegiance to you. That matters. You both clearly had some sort of relationship before we met and it ain't right for me to come along and ruin it! I'm not gonna do that!"
"Jazz…" she said softly. Her optics…I've never seen her so hurt. This isn't fair.
"We're done Celeste. I'm not datin' a femme who is clearly taken."
"Please…Why won't you listen?"
"Why won't you?!" I snapped making her squeak. I watched as she backed up with trembling lips before she turned and trudged outta my room sobbing.
This sucks…I hate this so much….why'd I have to fall in love with a femme that is already betrothed to another man?
A/N: Hello! I hope you like this new development! It was fun coming up with the lore for this particular chapter and I am pretty happy with how it has turned out! I hope you like it!
Heh heh...so...funny story...This chapter has been written and edited for like...2 months...*hides behind shield as rocks and fruit are thrown at me* I know that this is waaay late! But work picked up and I just couldn't get it posted. Also...I have been working on a little side project! :) About a year ago, I was bitten by several plot bunnies, each with a stand-alone fic. And wouldn't you know it, when I have had writer's block for this fic and the other serial fics I was able to make a looot of headway on that particular story! I will be posting it later this week! For real! I promise!
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