Author's Note: Nobody come at me. I am playing fast and loose with the Transformers storylines. Nothing will be in line with anything, really. It's all based solely on my whim. I hope you enjoy!

Orion is pulled from recharge by a message from Ratchet, letting him know that the medic had made it to his bridge back to Iacon on time and to reach out if Orion needed anything. And he made sure to emphasize 'anything at all' at least twice. Orion sent back a half-conscious reply that they would speak soon, before blinking out of his HUD to see that his room was still dark and the soft exvents of Megatronus were washing over him face plates. Aside from that and the low rumble of the larger mech's powerful engine, the room was quiet.

Orion carefully untangled himself from the gray mech to stretch out his sore limbs, a mindful throb from his valve pleasantly reminding him of the previous night's escapades. It was still early and Megatronus seemed exhausted, so Orion didn't even consider waking him. He takes a moment to make sure that his firewalls are still up, feeling the relentless push on the other side. He knows that he will have to let the other in at some point, but just not now.

He just sneaks out of the room to head to his kitchen to make them some energon. The window over the sink showed dim light coming through, something that would only minorly increase when the star rose up higher in the sky. Unfortunately, Kaon didn't get as much sun as Iacon did, but at least it wasn't like the perpetual darkness that hung over Tarn, that is, from Orion's studies.

With some additives for energy and to encourage healing nanite production - both for Orion's throbbing valve and aching limbs, and the dents in Megatronus' armor - he sips one of the energon cubes himself and lightly places the other on the berth stand by where Megatronus was still recharging.

Orion takes a moment to admire the other mech. The deep slices and dents in his armor that Orion was too enthralled the night before to really notice. The scars that were too deep and either weren't seen to properly or were left to heal on their own carved a very interesting picture of the mysterious Megatronus. His armor was grayer in the faint light coming in from his window, but if he looked closer, there appeared to be softer accents of black to it, but it was hard to tell if it was that, or maybe a blue color. And despite him wearing the harshness of his life on his face, he was still so enthralling to Orion.

Those scars, though, bely a very long life of hard work. There are nicks and grooves in the armor that have set in the way they healed. Old, aged. But then there are some fresher ones, no welds, though, but new marks that are jagged with healing nanites, closing the superficial wounds. The line his arms and his chest, even his fingers. Whatever work that Megatronus does, it is very hard on his chassis.

He's no less beautiful now than he was the night before, though. His large, gray frame, built for strength and battered to match. All sorts of sharp edges, his claws, spikes on his shoulders and helm. Beautiful red eyes dimmed in recharge, and the slow invent and exvent of that powerful chest, a low rumble of his engine. There is even a soft hum from his processor as he dreams.

The desire to curl up with the other mech, to explore his chassis with more than bright blue optics threatened to overpower the archivist. He managed his composure, though. Managed to keep his servos to himself. But he did smile to himself, just admiring the beauty of the mech before him. He spent all his life being overlooked by the beauty in Iacon - not that he's super bothered as he wasn't seeking companionship himself - but to come here to Kaon and the first mech that catches his fancy, that just so happens to be the most beautiful mech in both cities that Orion has ever seen, managed to be interested in him too!

A stroke of incredible luck. Even if this all ends when Megatronus wakes up, and they go their separate ways, as sad as it is, it'll have been worth it. Beautiful, optic-catching Megatronus. So lovingly gentle and kind to Orion despite last night being his first time. What an amazing experience. Orion is infinitely fortunate to have met the beautiful mech.

This intense desire to crawl back into berth with the other mech, wrap around him and gently hold him threatens to overwhelm him. It's odd, completely out of place, how intense Orion's desires for this bot are. It has to be post-coital bliss, right? He's never experienced it before, but he can imagine this is probably what it's like... right?

To hold him, love on him, interface with him again and again and again. Yes, this definitely has to be something - like post-coital bliss. Maybe he should see if there is any information that he can dig up on the matter.

Suddenly, he missed his carrier. His carrier knew everything.

Despite the touch of sadness, warmth floods his fields and wash over Megatronus without him realizing. Megatronus just lets out a soft exvent, optics flickering red for only a moment before dimming out again. His own fields are content and heavy. Satisfied and relaxed.

Orion wonders how often the other mech has time to do so. Be content, relaxed. Peaceful.

He takes one last, loving appraisal of the beautiful mech before finally straightening up and heading back out of the room to let Megatronus recharge in peace.

Idly, he sees to his workstation in the living room area of his small rented habsuite. He laid his energon down onto a box while focusing on another to pull out his terminal. His desk was already constructed, as Orion simply loved working with his hands - almost as much as he thirsted for knowledge - so that was the first thing he put together once they finished moving all of his meager worldly possessions into the new habsuite.

He sips at his energon while he sets up his terminal and started unloading his supplies, organizing everything where he wanted it when he realized he felt someone watching him. Orion turns at the waist from his spot on the floor to see Megatronus at the entrance to the living space, leaning against the threshold and lightly sipping his own energon cube. And those absolutely beautiful red optics are focused solely on him.

Orion grins at him, embarrassed as if caught doing something that he shouldn't. "I didn't wake you, did I?"

"No," Megatronus rumbles, looking around at the mess of piles Orion has surrounded himself with. "Can I ask what you're doing?"

"Making a mess," Orion jokes pathetically, but Megatronus huffs, amusement flickering in his field. Smiling to himself, he looks around at all his piles. "I am just trying to organize everything before putting it on my desk. I want to make sure I have everything so I'm not constantly rearranging."

Megatronus hums, looking at the desk with a slight tilt to his head. "Is that a terminal?"

Orion nods. "Yes. I can use it to directly access the information grid."

Megatronus moves over, easily avoiding all of Orion's piles before stopping next to him, optics bright as he stares at the powered down terminal. "You..? But how? I thought that you were a dock worker?"

"Oh, I was. I'm a data clerk now. An archivist for the Great Hall, but I was a dock worker for a very long time."

Something shifts as Megatronus slowly lowers himself next to Orion, his field pulling tight. "Data clerks... archivists... where are they specifically in the caste?"

Orion blinks, confused. "Oh, I don't know. Why?"

"Dock workers can go from mid-low cast to low-mid cast," Megatronus says, as if that explained everything. He taps at the energon, frowning as his optics dim, peering into the middle-distance.

"Are they?" Orion asks, he honestly hadn't really thought about it. His ID had pretty much allowed him into wherever he wanted to go - then again, anywhere that seemed too rich for his energon, Ratchet always got them in. As a well renown medic, that used to work for the highest echelon of their society, there really wasn't many placed that Orion knew of that Ratchet couldn't get to.

Megatronus gives him a curious look. "You don't know your place in the cast? That sounds comfy." His words were mostly amused, but there was a touch of bitterness.

Orion tilts his head a bit more. "I'm sorry. I've offended you. I didn't mean to."

Megatronus' optics brighten a bit. "No, I... I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that."

Orion frowns a bit. "No, I'm sorry. What I mean to say is that I don't usually break from routine. I go to work and then back to my habsuit. Occasionally, I will go out to get drinks with my coworkers and friends, it's only with Ratchet that I break the routine. And I've never gone anywhere that Ratchet was denied... so I guess I never really thought about it."

Megatronus nods slowly, resting his cube on his knee joint. "The medi-mech from last night? His name is Ratchet?"

Orion nods back. "Yes, he's my best friend." He smiles then, looking down at his hands between his folded legs. "I've known him for a very long time."

Megatronus looks at him for a long moment, considering. "That's a little strange, isn't it? A dock worker friends with a medic that worked for the Grand Iacon General?" Despite his question, he smiles playfully.

"It's a little tangled," Orion admits. "Ratchet knew my carrier and... sire before I emerged. Well, it's..." He lets out a little laugh, peeking over at Megatronus, who was watching him curiously. "Ratchet delivered me. My carrier went into premature emergence on the way home from work and Ratchet had just so happened to be there."

"And he helped?" Megatronus asks, almost in disbelief. "That's unusual. I have... never heard of that before."

Orion looks over at him, smiling. "Ratchet is the best. He's gruff and no nonsense, but he is very passionate about his job. So, when my carrier went into emergence with me, he stuck around to help. When I emerged very weak, he monitored me for many solar cycles free of charge until I was alright. I guess he and my carrier became friends and he'd been in my life ever since."

Megatronus lets out a little rumble, considering. "It seems so... fantastical. Like something out of a story."

Orion lets out a little laugh. "I don't know about that, but I am very fortunate to have him. Ratchet has always been there for me, even after my carrier offlined. I owe him a lot. He's always been very good to me."

Megatronus looks at Orion for a long moment. It takes Orion looking down to see that Megatronus was gripping his thigh in one massive servo, thumb gently running along the outside, brushing against the thin plates of armor there. Megatronus doesn't appear as though he realizes he's doing it, and Orion isn't at all interested in pointing it out so that he'll stop. It's soft and loving. The sensation distracts him, makes him think about what it would feel like to have that servo move upward towards the space between his legs.

Orion pulls his field tight against his plates to hopefully hide the lust that no doubt flooded it. Instead, he forces the feeling away and focuses on the other mech's thoughtful expression. "What about you, Megatronus?" He clears his intake. "What about your carrier or sire?"

Megatronus blinks out of his thoughts, focusing on Orion's face. "Oh. I do not have either. I am a cold construct." His words were so simple, so flippant, but there is something staticky in his fields, like a frayed feeling. Anger, annoyance, exasperation, but it's not directed at Orion, or really his question, but it whirls like a maelstrom within him. Bleeds out into that powerful field just enough for Orion to feel it.

Orion stiffens, the slight smile on his face falling immediately. As ignorant as he is, he did actually know what that was. Any arousal is completely gone and his field flares out in surprise and pain.

"I'm sorry," Orion says, hands squeezing around a servo that he hadn't realized he was holding. The other still lightly caressing his thigh. "I just assumed... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have."

Instead of being angry, Megatronus smiles, but it's more deprecating than mirthful. "You think me so well adjusted that I actually had creators? That's probably the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me."

"I hurt you," Orion says, voice ladened with remorse. "I'm sorry, Megatronus. I didn't mean to do that."

Megatronus seems surprised, optic's flickering a bit before he leans forward, pressing his forehelm against Orion's. "My hauler, you did not hurt me. You didn't know this about me. How else are you to learn if you don't ask?"

"I've always been told I don't think before I ask. I just assume things and I shouldn't. I really am sorry."

The smile that Megatronus wears now is soft, tentative. He presses into Orion, who can't help himself but press back. His spark flutters, like it wants to press against his chest plate, reach out across the scan inches between them to embrace Megatronus.

"A true born dock worker turned archivist would feel pity for a mech forged on an assembly line and given a designation of a letter and two numbers. And that pity is so genuine that you would make a face like that."

"I don't mean to pity you," Orion says softly, optics darkening. "I'm always saying the wrong thing." He presses close to Megatronus, relieved that he doesn't pull away from Orion or the pede he has stuck in his intake.

"They called me D-16," Megatronus says softly to him, exvent washing over Orion's face. "The first chance I got; I came up with a new one. Or, well, a good friend of mine helped me come up with it. I've been using that one ever since."

"It's a wonderful name," Orion says softly, optics flickering on. He stares into those beautiful red optics. They just stare at one another for a long moment, sharing in each other's exvents. Spark throbbing in its chamber, Orion whispers, "Do you feel it too? Like your spark is..."

The servo clasped between both of Orion's finally pulls away to run gently up his chassis, over his neck to the back of his helm, pressing closer. "I thought I was experiencing a glitch in the processor. Even if only for a moment, I considered asking you to let me into your gestation tank last night."

Orion's optics flutter, immediately going into his HUD, searching through shunted notification from the night cycle before. Internal breach notification for his seal, numerous warnings of overheating and impending overload and - yes! There. A notification from an external source requesting entry into his gestation tank. But the request was automatically denied almost as quickly - Megatronus pulling out enough before Orion's lust drunk, overload frazzled processor to make the decision without properly considering it.

Overloading nanite rich transfluid into Orion's gestation tank wouldn't guarantee him being sparked. It isn't impossible, but it is extremely difficult for Cybertronians to get sparked due to their incredible lifespan. Nature's way of preventing them from becoming plague monsters. Long lifespans mean low fertility. So, on top of nanite rich transfluid injected into a healthy gestation tank, a spark merge and a lot of luck is needed for a bot to become sparked.

Nose gently rubbing against Megatronus', Orion whispers, "Why? Why would you want to risk sparking me, no matter how little a chance there is, by getting your transfluid into my gestation tank?"

"I don't know," Megatronus admits. "It feels so intense. Like you were meant for me. Every breath you take, every single thing you do, all the pieces of you. Like everything you are and will be is slotted perfectly with me. There is no reason for it. I have only known you since last night. There is nothing that should be pushing for this. But it feels deeper. My spark sings for you, my hauler. It makes no sense."

"It makes no sense," Orion agrees softly, finally dislodging Megatronus' servo from his thigh so that he can crawl into the other mech's lap. "It must be post-coital bliss, right? I mean," he breaths against the scarred derma brushing lightly against his own, "you would know better than me. I've never been with anyone other than you. Is this..? I mean..."

"No," Megatronus murmurs, servos sliding along his thighs, across his aft, then up to his hip joints. "I have never felt this connected to another being before. No one but you, Orion Pax."

"Is it post-coital bliss?" Orion asks.

Megatronus snorts. "Stop asking that. I think it's more than that."

Orion feels a laugh bubble up inside of him, amusement pushing through the lust and desire. "Which word is it that you don't like?"

"Quiet, hauler."

"Is it coital?" He grins at the sour look the other mech gives him. "Aww, Megatronus! Shall we stick to slang and call it interface? Or just 'face? Will that make you more comfortable?"

Megatronus growls, bearing razor sharp denta. When Orion tips his head back to laugh, Megatronus lurches forward to nibble along the sensitive cables along Orion's throat, turning his giggle into a soft sigh. Pleasure washing down his spine and causing his valve to clench a bit.

Before Orion can send the command to his valve cover, Megatronus pulls back slightly to look at him. Orion tips his helm forward to rest it against the gray mech's.

"I don't know what this is," Megatronus admits, staring into Orion's optics. "All I know is that I was to see it through with you. Maybe it'll be insatiable passion for a few cycles. Or maybe we will be tired of each other before the next night cycle comes to an end." He hesitates. Then, softly, "Or maybe there is something more to this and we are meant to explore as far as it'll take us, I know not. I know so little about you, Orion Pax, yet I am so beguiled by you. Everything that you say, everything that you do, the way that you look at me and talk to me. All of it. One night isn't enough for me."

"Megatronus..." Orion says softly, the rich warmth of lust giving way to desire. Not to just rip off his spike plate and have his way with the larger mech, but that feeling of wanting merge with him, be one with him. The sensation so strong, he almost doesn't know how to handle it. He's surprised he hasn't commanded his spark chamber to open to the mech before him. A scary thought. No one but Ratchet has ever seen his spark, and that was just when he was a bitlet. When he was finally strong enough to not need constant medical attention, he hadn't needed to show his spark off outside of routine checkups, but he hasn't needed any deep inspections on his spark in a very long time.

Yet, if Megatronus asked him right now to merge sparks with him, Orion isn't sure he would be able to talk himself out of it. There is something beneath his protoform, maybe all the way to his spark itself, that feels so intrinsically connected to Megatronus. Like the other mech was right and they were meant to be together. Every part of them.

"I want to know more, Orion Pax," Megatronus says softly. "I want every part of you, but I also don't want to be rash. Intimacy means little to me. Interfacing is a pleasurable experience that I feel should be shared with a willing partner, but what I want from you is so much more."

"I do too," Orion admits so quietly into the space separating their lips. "I thought I was going crazy."

"Maybe we both are," Megatronus chuckles darkly, almost like he doesn't actually doubt that. Maybe Orion shouldn't either.

"You don't want this to just be one night, right?" Orion clarifies, just so he knows.

Megatronus shakes his helm minutely, still keeping them connected together. "No. Last night cycle, even if it was only for a moment, I wanted to spark you so badly. I wanted something to connect us together forever. Obviously, a single night cycle is not a good foundation for planning a life with someone, but I am willing to give it a try if you are."

Orion couldn't help himself. "Try for a sparkling?"

Megatronus laughs, throwing his head back, mirth filling those beautiful red eyes, and Orion can't help his field expanding around them, into the heaviness of Megatronus' field and filling it with his affection. Megatronus' field reflects that, and amusement back at him. "Focus, clerk. If it is possible, I will give you as many sparklings as you want."

Now that is a loaded promise Orion never thought he would have heard in his life.

But despite the promise in his optics, there is still amusement in his fields. There will be no sparking happening soon, even if the prospect stirs something in the archivist, there is still so much he wants to do before devoting his life to his sparklings. If it happens, he will find love and joy in the gift that Primus offered him, but for now, he needs to focus on himself and his budding - yet extremely intense - relationship with this beautiful mech before him.

"I want to spend my days with you, court you properly," Megatronus says, pulling Orion's attention back to him. Both those wonderful servos running up and down his back while Orion's own gently dig into the seams around Megatronus's neck and shoulder plates, caressing the thin wires beneath the heavy armor. Megatronus gives a little shiver at the feeling.

"Maybe I want to court you properly," Orion teases, blue optics burning brightly. "Sweep you off your pedes and all that."

"'And all that'," Megatronus echoes, rolling those beautiful red optics. "He really is a charming hauler. With that, I shall lay back, pressurize my spike and let him have his way with me. The jelly of my protoform is barely able to hold me up anymore."

Orion laughs and it's like the tension bleeds from him. The mech's droll tone manages to cool the lust a bit more so Orion just presses his chassis to the other mech, wrapping his arms around his neck and resting against him. Their sparks so close sooths Orion, and by the way Megatronus lets out a deep rumble, Orion suspects that the other mech might be feeling the same.

"I want to spark merge with you so bad," Orion blurts out. He flushes a bit in embarrassment, but Megatronus still rubs at his back and holds him close.

"Me too," Megatronus murmurs, gripping tighter to him and pressing a kiss to Orion's shoulder plate. Their sparks pulse together, and they sit in silence with one another.

Orion abandoned his project and led Megatronus back to his berth. The larger mech threw back his energon, while Orion took the last little sip of his own, before they left them in the kitchen and went back to Orion's berth.

But instead of fragging each other silly like Orion thought they would, they just laid together. And they talked. Nothing too crazy, just touching a bit on all sorts of things. Anything to just to better get to know one another.

"I suppose the closest bot that I have to a best friend would probably... well, it would have to be Soundwave. We don't really... well, talk about things like that, but he is the one that I trust the most in the world."

Orion, propped up on an elbow, flutters his optics. "Really? What is this Soundwave like?"

"Good bot, that Soundwave. He's been a loyal companion since I came to the surface and was moved to Kaon." At the intrigued look on Orion's face, Megatronus elaborates, "He is like a partner. I trust in him to help me whenever I need it, and he does the same. We look out for one another."

"He is your Ratchet," Orion says, smiling.

Megatronus smiles back. "In a manner. We haven't known each other all of our lives like Ratchet has known you, but I trust him with all of my secrets. We protect one another, he and I."

Orion smiles more. "That's wonderful. I'm happy to hear it."

Megatronus lifts a heavy arm up over the top of his head, adjusting himself a bit on the berth to relax. Unable to help himself, Orion gently runs a hand down Megatronus' chassis, from throat to his waist and back up, pausing to feel the thrum of his spark beneath a white servo before going back up again. Megatronus' engine rumbles a little bit at the touch, red optics half bright.

"Were you and Soundwave ever..?"

"No," Megatronus says easily. "Soundwave and I are not like that. Soundwave... needs more than trust," he says carefully, and Orion immediately knows that there is a story there. "It is his story to tell, should he choose to. So, I won't say any more. Just know that there hasn't been a time when either of us have had any greater interest in one another beyond the relationship that we have forged."

Orion nods in understanding, taking a moment to absorb this information. Megatronus just watches him in silence for a few asteroseconds.

"So, you were a cold construct," Orion says softly. Then he hesitates, not sure how to proceed. He doesn't want to offend the other mech.

"Go on, Orion," Megatronus murmurs, staring at him intently with bright red optics. "I would much rather you ask me. Anything, Orion. Even if I don't like it. I would much rather it be between us. I will always tell you the truth, even if it isn't what you want to hear."

Orion nods, optics bright. "Okay. Then I'll do the same."

Megatronus brings a servo over the one Orion has running up and down his chassis, holding it. "Ask me what it is you wanted to." A beat of uncertainty from the red and blue mech, so Megatronus prompts, "I am a cold construct... and..?"

"What were you constructed for?" Orion asks softly, staring into those red optics, searching for anger. The larger mech's field is heavy around them and Orion squeezes into it contently. He understands the pressure is too much for others, but Orion loves the weight of it, pressing in on him from all angles. There isn't any anger in Megatronus' field, just pure contentment.

"I was a miner in Tarn. I was constructed to work the energon mines there."

"Oh," Orion says, surprised. He wasn't sure what he was expecting, but it wasn't that. "Did you enjoy it?" As soon as he asked the question, he knew it was a stupid one.

It must have shown on his face, his fields flooded with self-deprecation and shame. Megatronus lets out a rumble, bringing Orion's servo up to place a kiss onto the knuckle joints before bringing it back to the space over his spark. "It is alright, Orion. I said I would rather you ask me. To answer your question, no. I didn't enjoy it. But I didn't find shame in it, necessarily. I was part of something important, feeding the lifeblood of Cybertron, but the conditions and treatment of the miners down there were horrendous and inhumane."

Orion wilts, face contorting in shame. "I'm sorry. I didn't know that. Is there nothing that we can do?"

Megatronus stares at him with bright optics, considering. Then, he smiles again, one of those smiles that pulls harder on one side first, then the other. And oh, is he beautiful when he smiles like that. Affection floods Orion's field and then embarrassment as Megatronus's smile grows more.

"Something can be done to help them," he says, his field sobering up. "Just not now. But... I do appreciate you asking that, my hauler."

Orion wilts a bit more. "Asking is the least that can be done."

"Yet so few care to ask it." Megatronus links their fingers together, still staring into Orion's eyes. "And you mean it, don't you?"

Orion nods, squeezing his fingers. "Admittedly, I am a little ignorant in a lot of things. Ratchet and my sire often coddled me, I think. Plus, like I said, I lived a very solitary life. Work, habsuite, occasional night cycle out every once and a while. So, I admit that perhaps my being here is multi-faceted."

Megatronus hums, absorbing this information, trying to decide which part of it he wishes to touch on. Carefully, he decides on, "Your sire? Where are they now?"

Orion blinks in surprise. "Oh. He's... well, like I said, he's not really my sire, but he did raise me with Ratchet and my carrier, but he is gone. He's prone to disappearing for as long as the fancy takes him. He's very protective of me, you see. But, well, when I told him that I was going to be coming here, he told me I wasn't allowed."

Megatronus couldn't keep the surprise from his face or field. "Why is that?"

Orion sighs through his vents, optics dimming a bit. "He has seen the ugly that Cybertron has to offer. He always told me that how I see Cybertron is not how it is. And, well, he blames a lot of people for my carrier's deactivation. I don't so much think there is any problem with Kaon, itself, just me leaving Iacon. He has a lot of contacts in Iacon and when he's away, he utilizes them to look after me."

Megatronus stares at him, long and hard, trying to absorb all of this information. Now it's getting heavier than Orion anticipated. He never really talked about this with others. Ratchet knows, of course he does, but unless his sire or Ratchet have spoken to others, Orion certainly hasn't.

"I'll admit..." Megatronus says slowly, "that the eccentricities of a creator and creation bond is not something I am familiar with, but he does appear to be perhaps a bit overprotective..."

Orion sags in relief. "I think so too. Him and Ratchet. I know they want what is best for me. I know that they want to look out for me, but they are too high-strung. Ratchet can at least be persuaded. My sire? Not so much."

"I don't know much, but is there a chance that he could be your real sire?" Megatronus asks easily, but he watches Orion carefully, looking for any sign of him being unhappy with the question.

"No, he's not. My sire has threatened that if my CNA donor is to ever appear in my life, he'll rip his throat out with his teeth. I imagine his parting with my carrier was not a pleasant one." Orion sighs, optics flickering around the darkening room. Have they really been talking all throughout the day cycle? Orion gives his wrist joint a break and rests against Megatronus's chassis.

Megatronus doesn't seem to mind, maneuvering a bit so that he can wrap an arm around Orion and hold him there, while still keeping their fingers twined just over his spark.

"With his teeth? I've seen gladiators in the area go that far so that they can get a rise from the crowd, not a civilian on the street," Megatron admits, eyes wide. "Your sire must really hate him."

Orion nods. "I suppose so. I don't know why. As for my sire, well, he doesn't really have hands, so it just kind of works out that way."

Perplexed, Megatronus asks, "Did he lose them in an accident?"

Orion stares at him blankly. "Lose what? His arms?" Megatronus nods. "Oh! No. He's a cybercat. My sire is a cassette named Ravage."