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[Vortex woke up with pain, and looked around, only to find he was in the medical bay. Vortex then remembered what had happened, and frowned in anger.]

Vortex:  (Those glitches of Blast Off and Hook! Frag! I'll destroy them!)

*Vortex tries to get up, but is stopped by the repair table ties*

Vortex , gritting his teeth in anger :  (Frag!)

*Vortex wiggles around trying to get free, but he can't*

[Brawl turned his head at the noise, as did Swindle and Bombshell as well as Kickback, and they gave Vortex a rather bad look, visibly unhappy that he was awake. On the other hand, Astrotrain does not react, seeming to be sleeping]

Vortex, chuckling: Well? What a welcome!

Swindle, displeased: You should have remained unconscious.

Brawl: ... *Crosses arms*

Kickback:  *Frowns in anger*

Bombshell: ...

Vortex: Ha! Ha! Nope! It's not my type! How about you set me free instead?

Swindle: Why don't you stay on that repair table instead.

Vortex, annoyed: Stop that, Swindle, and set me free! I want have my revenge against Blast Off!

Swindle: It's too late. He has already left for Lithone.

Vortex, frustrated: Frag!

Swindle:  *Rolls his optics*

*Hook enters the medical bay, and sees that Vortex is awake*

Hook: Too bad, I hoped I missed my repairs. Unfortunately, I'm far too good at my job.

Vortex, smirking: Ha! Ha! Come on doctor! Release me!

Hook, pretending to think: Hm... No! *Smirking* You're not fully recovered yet.

*Vortex frowns in anger*

Vortex:  (Glitch!)

Swindle, shrugging his shoulders: Good! I'm going! I have to get ready!

Brawl: See you in three days so...

Vortex: "See you in three days"? Where you go?!

Swindle, coldly: None of your business.

*Vortex frowns in anger*

Swindle, to Brawl, friendly: I'll come back to see you before I leave, and don't worry it's not very long three days. And then... *Whispers and pointing to Bombshell chatting with Kickback* You always have someone else to keep you company.

[Brawl blushed in shock, before punching Swindle in the shoulder who laughed]

Brawl, whispers and blushes: Stop!

Swindle: Ha! Ha! Ha!

*Brawl plays with his hands in discomfort, before looking at Bombshell, then Swindle*

Brawl, embarrassed: ...Do you think I should retalk him about the date?

Swindle, whispers: No. Especially not.

Brawl, surprised: Hey?

Swindle, whispering: I don't think he forgotten, so don't force him.

Brawl, whispering: Oh yeah! Okay!

Swindle: Alright! I leave you!

[Swindle then leaves, and Bombshell decides to do the same]

Bombshell: I'm going too.

Kickback, smiling: See you later. Apparently, I can go out today!

Bombshell: Oh? So much the better. *Pats Kickback on the shoulder* See you later.

*Bombshell is about to leave, before turning to Brawl, and approaching him*

Bombshell, shyly: By the way... Brawl... *Moves up to Brawl's audio-receiver and whispers* I... I accept your date. 

[Brawl's optics widened in surprise, before blushing heavily, then smiling, extremely happy]

Brawl, stammering with joy: G-Great!!! Well- I- Great! *Whispering* When I get well, we'll do something together!

*Bombshell smiles back, before nodding*

Bombshell, smiling: Yes, okay.

[Bombshell leaves, and Kickback frowns at them]

Kickback:  (Frag! What they talked about?! What's "great"?!)

[Kickback scratched his helmet in nervousness, before looking at Brawl, and thinking that maybe Brawl would tell him directly]

Kickback, to Brawl: Hey! What did you talk about?!

Brawl, blushing in surprise: Huh?! *Nervous* Uh... Someting cool!

Kickback: Who is...?

Brawl: Cool! Well... I'm tired!

*Brawl turns his back on Kickback, before pretending to sleep*

[Kickback scowled and crossed his arms]

Kickback: (Frag...) 

[However, Megatron was brainstorming a new plan to get the better of the Autobots, before seeing Soundwave walk into the throne room]

Megatron: ...Yes?

Soundwave: The telecom displays a message from Ransack.

Megatron, standing up suddenly: Serious?! *Nearly falls, but catches himself* Frag! Accept the call, before this bipolar changes his mind!

[Soundwave nodded, and he and Megatron headed to the comms room. Soundwave then accepted the call, Ransack appearing on the screen, looking scowling]

Ransack, unpleasantly: The transmissions are very bad, or you did not know which one of the buttons acceptes the call?

Megatron, annoyed: No. I just didn't want to talk to you.

Ransack: Oh really? It's funny, me too.

[Ransack then pretends to press the stop button]

Megatron: Hey! No! No! Hold on!

Ransack, mockingly: Ah? Do you want to talk to me now?

*Megatron rants, and Soundwave scratches his helmet in embarrassment*

Megatron, annoyed: Does your call have anything to do with what I asked?

Ransack, smiling: Absolutely.

Megatron, smiling satisfied: Excellent! Who is this?

Ransack: He’s named Knockout. He is not a doctor, but he studied medicine.

Megatron: What do you mean?

Ransack, snidely: Actually, he's more of an esthetic surgeon. But he’s the best I could find in the prison.

Megatron, clenching his fists in anger: Are you give me your trash again?

Ransack, annoyed: And you then? I'll give you a better doctor if you stop asking me for the metal of your guns, it's starting to destroy my planet-

Megatron: No. Its good! I accept. We need this metal more than a doctor.

[A dark aura surrounded Ransack, and he tried to control his anger currently, otherwise he felt he was going to destroy the communicator again]

Ransack, calming down as best he could: Very well! In that case, I bring it to you!

Megatron, surprised: Are you coming?!

Ransack: Just to make sure he will not try anything stupid, I had done the same with the others after all.

[In truth, he mainly wanted to see, as before, if the ship had changed, in case Megatron really decided to attack Velocitron]

Megatron, sighing in annoyance: Fine...

Ransak: Great! In that case, here I come!

Megatron: Huh?! What?! Right now?!

Ransack: See you soon.

*Ransack ends the conversation by turning off the screen, under the flabbergasted gaze of Megatron*

Megatron, grumbling: Fraaaag...

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[Megatron contacted all the different group leaders, and so warn the different Decepticons troops of the arrival of a new doctor. At the table there was Scrapper, Onslaught, Motormaster, Bombshell, Starscream and Soundwave] 

Starscream, sarcastically: Why did you order us to come? Great Megatron?

Megatron: I have an announcement for you. We are going to have a second medic, who will mainly take care of the Stunticons.

Scrapper, surprised: Huh? Why?

Motormaster, surprised: Huh? Ransack is agreed?!

Scrapper: Why a second doctor? Did something happen with Hook that I don't know about?

Megatron: Let's say the Stunticons must have pissed him off, because Hook doesn't want to fix them anymore. And since he's completely stubborn, I chose to take on a new doctor.

Scrapper:  (I'll have to ask Hook what happened...)

Starscream: Not excessive at all.

Megatron, annoyed: It’s you who say that?!

Onslaught: Will he assist Hook?

Megatron: For the moment, he's going to focus mostly on the Stunticons, but if he proves himself enough, then yes. He may even become a teammate for Hook.

Scrapper: ...

Motormaster: When is he coming?

Megatron: Today. Ransack brings him.

Motormaster: *Freezes in fear* ... *stands suddenly* WHAT?! RANSACK COMES HERE!!!

*Everyone jumps in surprise*

Megatron: Hey! A bit restrained!

Motormaster, terrified: No! No! I have to get out of here!

Megatron, annoyed: Calm down! He only comes time to bring Knockout.

Bombshell: Oh, so the new doctor's name is Knockout.

Motormaster, enraged and terrified: WE DON’T CARE ABOUT HIS NAME!!!

Bombshell, shrugging: If you say so.

Megatron: ENOUGH, MOTORMASTER!!! CALM DOWN!

*Motormaster sits down nervously*

Starscream: Ha! Ha! Ha!

Motormaster, angrily: Shut up!

Starscream: *Gasp*! Oh there! You better be careful how you talk to me!

Megatron: You two shut up!

*Starscream pouts, glaring at Megatron*

Megatron: Finally, here we are, we will have a new doctor, who will arrive shortly. I therefore ask you to warn your teams, and Soundwave will take care of warning the last uninformed.

*Everyone nods and starts to leave*

[Motormaster was the first to leave, wanting to steer clear of the news that Ransack was coming to the ship. Scrapper decided to go directly see Hook, in order to have an explanation. Onslaught would have liked to hang out with Scrapper, but he had to tell his team first, and thought it would be easier if they all met at the medical bay, since half his team was there]

*Starscream leaves in turn, puzzled*

[Starscream wasn't really convinced by the news. Already, he feared a second Hook. But also, there was the fact that it was a doctor sent by Ransack. Starscream didn't trust Ransack, he felt deep down that Ransack's loyalty was beginning to wane. But that was not surprising... After all, like Starscream, it was Megatronus he was following...]

*Bombshell is about to leave, before being arrested*

Megatron: Bombshell, wait here.

*Bombshell stops and turns to Megatron questioningly*

Megatron: Could you see what's wrong with Motormaster about Ransack?

Bombshell: ...That is, if Motormaster won't tell me, there's not much I can do. Also, I'm not a true psychologist...

Megatron: So, what? You have done this job very well so far. Either way, it's an order.

Bombshell: ...

Megatron: I find his fear ridiculous, so try to understand where it comes from.

Bombshell: Trauma, no doubt.

Megatron: Then try to fix it.

Bombshell: ...Chief Megatron... That's-

Megatron, annoyed, and banging his fist on the table: Do it! That's all!

Bombshell: ...Fine.

[Bombshell exits the meeting room with annoyance. First, Bombshell didn't want talk with Motormaster. Second, Bombshell wasn't a psychologist, and would like that the others understand that. Third, Megatron was a fool]

*Bombshell walks down the hall, trying to see if he can find Motormaster, before spotting Blitzwing*

[Bombshell then remembered Astrotrain asking him to speak with Blitzwing if he ever saw him. Bombshell then approached Blitzwing, who did not see him coming]

Bombshell: Blitzwing.

Blitzwing, jumping in fear: WOW!!! *Turns around in a fighting stance, before seeing it's Bombshell* Ah! Mech! Report you better!

Bombshell: ...Sorry.

Blitzwing: What do you want?

Bombshell: Astrotrain asked me to see how you were doing. Because he was worried that he hadn't seen you once.

[Blitzwing scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed, before looking to the side]

Blitzwing, embarrassed: I... I can't go see him...

Bombshell: Why?

Blitzwing: Because... Because it was because of me that he was injured.

Bombshell: You didn't throw the bomb, as far as I know.

Blitzwing: I should have warned him...I should have done something...

*Blitzwing lowers his head sadly*

Bombshell: Past is past. You can't go back anymore. So, try to stay in the present moment, and rather tell yourself what you can do now, rather than what you should have done.

[Blitzwing looked at Bombshell in surprise, before looking to the side]

Blitzwing: But if Astrotrain is mad at me...

Bombshell: He wouldn't have asked me if he mad at you.

[Blitzwing then smiles, before nodding]

Blitzwing: You're right. I'm going to go see him then!

[Bombshell nodded, as Blitzwing headed for the medical bay to see Astrotrain. Bombshell still felt hypocritical to say advice he himself didn't follow. How many times had he dwelled on the moment when they had "lost" their colony? How many times had he blamed himself for telling Shrapnel and Kickback that? How long will he be able to keep the secret?] 

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[Scrapper entered the medical bay, before seeing Onslaught also enter with Swindle, and Swindle go to see Brawl]

Scrapper: Hello again.

Onslaught, smiling: Hi. Can you tell Hook I'm sorry about yesterday, and also that I just came to tell my team the information from Megatron.

Scrapper, also smiling: Alright I'll tell him. Personally, I'm going to tell Hook first in private, before telling the others.

Onslaught: Are you afraid of his reaction?

Scrapper: Well...yes...

Onslaught: I understand. Would you like to hang out with me, after that?

Scrapper, smiling: With pleasure!

Onslaught, happy: See you then.

[Scrapper nodded and leaved to join Hook who was in his office, while Onslaught approached Swindle, Brawl and Vortex]

Vortex: Could I be untied?

Onslaught: No. Well, here I have a rather strange announcement for you, but apparently there is going to be a new doctor.

Brawl: Huh?!

Swindle: Why?

Onslaught: A story of discord against the Stunticons and Hook.

Vortex, sneering: Oh yeah, that!

Swindle, amazed: You know something?

Vortex: Motormaster struck Hook.

Onslaught: He’s really stupid.

Brawl: And who is this new doctor?

Onslaught: One sent by Ransack. His name is Knockout or something like that.

Vortex: Is he cute?

Onslaught:  *Looks at Vortex with judgment*

Swindle, smirking: Hook doesn't interest you anymore?

Vortex, sneering: To destroy him!

Onslaught, angry: You won't do anything.

*Vortex shrugs, not really impressed*

[At the same time, Scrapper entered Hook's office, who looked up from his data-pad, before getting up from his chair, to approach him]

Hook: What is it? *Realizes* Did you be wounded again?!!

Scrapper, surprised: Huh?! No!

Hook: So, what is it?

Scrapper: Today there was a meeting with Megatron.

Hook: And?

Scrapper: And he told us that there was going to be a second doctor, because you didn't want to fix the Stunticons anymore.

[Hook froze for a moment, before going from surprise to pure anger]

Hook, darkly: Is this a joke?

Scrapper: Unfortunately, not. Tell me... what happened? Why don't you want to fix them anymore?

Hook, angrily, and crossing his arms: It's none of your business.

Scrapper, sighing: Hook...

[Hook was always the hardest on the team. Despite being a Combiners team, Hook often tended to be very independent of others, and not forthcoming when he had a problem. Probably due to the fact that at one time he had to be alone for a very long time. At least that was what Scrapper supposed]

Hook: I don't always have to tell you what's going on.

Scrapper: I'm still your leader, so you should at least tell me when you have a problem with someone...

Hook: No. I took revenge on the Stunticons, and on Vortex too.

[Hook put his hand over his mouth, as Scrapper froze in surprise]

Scrapper, frowning: What? What happened with Vortex?

Hook, nervous: Um... Well... It's not very useful to tell you... I mean... I fixed the problem...

Scrapper, insistent: What was the problem, Hook?

[Hook closed his optics in frustration, before huffing in annoyance, and looking at Scrapper]

Hook, grumbling: What does it matter? Since there is no longer a problem?

Scrapper, saddened: You don't trust us to tell us when you have a problem?

Hook, shocked: Huh?!! No!!!

[Scrapper still looks sad, and Hook groans in frustration]

Hook: Okay! I'm sorry, I didn't want say that! But I- I don’t know! I just didn't want to get you involved! Besides...this type of problem... Only Soundwave could help me.

Scrapper, surprised: Soundwave?

Hook: Yeah. Nothing. A video.

[Scrapper pouted slightly, before crossing his arms, and Hook sighed]

Hook: Okay! In summary, Drag Strip made me angry, so I said that from now on I will not fixing his team anymore.

Scrapper: What did he say to make you mad?

Hook, scowling: He insulted how I work. This glitch.

Scrapper: ...I see...

Hook: Anyway! Motormaster came to me, and I taunted him.

Scrapper, sighing: Why did you do that?

Hook, shrugging and smirking: Because it's funny.

Scrapper, judging lightly: Hm, hm...

Hook, rolling his optics: Anyway. I annoyed him a little too much, and I admit that I overestimated him.

Scrapper: Underrated you mean.

Hook: No, no. Overestimated. I thought he was smart enough not to hit the only doctor on board.

Scrapper, frowning angrily: Huh?!

Hook: We don't care. That's why I don't want to fix them anymore.

Scrapper: And?

Hook: What "And"?

Scrapper: With Vortex.

Hook: Rah... Scrap. Basically, Vortex saw me getting struck by Motormaster, and blackmailed me saying he had a video. So, I asked Soundwave for help.

Scrapper: I'm amazed that Soundwave helped you.

Hook: Why?

Scrapper: ...No. For nothing. What was Vortex's blackmail?

[Hook froze in place, before blushing in shame, and Scrapper frowned in concern]

Hook, ashamed: Stupid stuff.

Scrapper: ...Hook...

Hook, looking to the side: Basically, he said if I refused to date him, he'd release the video...

[A dark aura emanated from Scrapper, and he looked outside the office, to see Vortex. Scrapper clenched his fists in anger, before Hook suddenly grabbed Scrapper's hand]

Hook: You don't have to do anything! I have already taken my revenge!

*Scrapper turns to Hook with a sad face*

Scrapper, saddened: I'm sorry I didn't realize this sooner...

Hook, smiling: Don't worry about that.

[Scrapper smiles softly, before hugging Hook]

Scrapper: Next time tell me if you have a problem.

Hook: ...Yeah... Alright... 

Scrapper: Oh! And Onslaught apologizes to you. 

Hook: Of course, he does. 

*Scrapper rolls his optics, not without a smile, before hugging Hook a bit more*

[At the same time, Onslaught saw Scrapper hugging Hook from the office window, and couldn't stop his spark from leaping. Onslaught couldn't stop thinking that Hook would be much better than him for Scrapper. Why couldn't he remove that idea out of his jealous spark?]

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[Motormaster stormed into the Stunticons' quarters, and everyone looked at him in confusion, as he looked really disturbed]

Motormaster, enraged: Turn off that damn TV! I have something to tell you!!!

*Breakdown gasps in fear, as Dead End takes the TV remote, after putting down his data-book, and turns off the TV*

Wildrider, smiling: What? Did you find the water? 

Motormaster, angry: Shut up!

*Wildrider curls up slightly, pouting, seemingly offended*

Dead End: What's going on?

Motormaster: We're getting a new doctor!

[Drag Strip looked up in amazement, before smiling slightly. But hid his smile, he didn't want to incur the wrath of Motormaster]

Wildrider, happily: Oh! Great! *Thinks* Wait...Why again?

Motormaster, angry: I assure you Wildrider, you say something again, I'll break your helmet!

Dead End: That's pretty good news... So why are you mad?

Motormaster: ...Ransack will bring him.

[Everyone then froze in terror, and looked at each other with terrible concern]

Dead End: ...He finally comes to execute us so...

Breakdown: Huh?! He gives the doctor, in exchange for taking us back to execute us?!!

Wildrider: Huh?!! I do not want to die!!!

Drag Strip: We have to get away!

Motormaster, angrily: But frag! Calm down! This doctor is for us!

[Everyone looked at him in surprise, and Motormaster sighed in annoyance]

Breakdown, frightened: But then... Why is Ransack coming?

Drag Strip, thinking: Well... To bring us he came with us too...

Dead End: So, our death is not yet near?

Wildrider: Oh! Phew!

Motormaster: Still a problem! It is in your interest to behave well!

[All nodded, and Motormaster put his hands on his hips, satisfied. Suddenly they heard someone knocking on the door]

Breakdown, panicked: Aaaaah! He’s here!!!

[Breakdown ducks behind the couch, taking Dead End in the process, both of them falling off the couch. Wildrider then laughing, before grabbing Drag Strip, and tackling him to the ground in turn]

Drag Strip: Ah! What’s wrong with you?!!

Wildrider: Ha! Ha! Ha! Give me a hug, Tagada!

Drag Strip: Huh?! Where does this stupid nickname come from?!

Wildrider: It's a reference to candy! You know! Daga! Taga! Tagada!

Drag Strip: I can't even understand your stupid reasoning!

Motormaster, angrily: Have you finished your stupidity?!!

*Everyone looks at Motormaster, who huffs in annoyance, before approaching the door, and opening it, revealing Bombshell*

Bombshell: Do you-

Motormaster:  *slams the door shut*

Bombshell: ...

*On the other side of the door*

Breakdown: Who is it?

Motormaster, annoyed: Nobody.

Dead End: That was Bombshell, right?

Breakdown, scared: What?! Why is he here?!

Drag Strip: ...I can go ask him!

Motormaster: You stay here! You've done enough scrapping! No one is going to open to him! I don't know why he's there, and I don't care! I hate this mech!

Drag Strip:  (Maybe because he told you your Four Truths. Slagger.)

[On the other side of the door, Bombshell sighs in annoyance. He knew he couldn't force Motormaster to talk to him. Bombshell didn't want to talk to him anyway. It certainly wouldn't be considered professional, but he wasn't a professional]

*Bombshell decides to leave, and head towards the Insecticons district*

[As Bombshell arrives, he opens the door, and see Shrapnel standing behind]

Shrapnel: It took you a long time to come back ~back~.

Bombshell: There was a meeting.

Shrapnel: About what ~what~?

Bombshell: Apparently there's going to be a new doctor.

Shrapnel: Really? Why ~why~?

Bombshell: A story of discord with the Stunticons and Hook. I'll go tell Kickback now.

Shrapnel: Alright, let's go ~go~.

Bombshell: ... Yes okay.

[The two exit their quarters, before heading towards the medical bay. They walked in, and Shrapnel gave Brawl a bad look, and Brawl returned it. Swindle seeing Shrapnel, and quickly understood why. Vortex chuckled, understanding in turn, except Onslaught, who didn't quite understand the sudden reactions]

Shrapnel, arriving toward Kickback: Hey! How do you feel ~feel~?

Kickback: Absolutely better! I will be able to go out soon!

Shrapnel: Awesome ~awesome~!

Bombshell: That's good, you'll be able to meet the new doctor.

Kickback: Wow! A second doctor! What luxury!

Shrapnel: That's right! That's really cool ~cool~!

Kickback:  That's great! I will now be able to see the new doctor! I can jump where I want! Going where I want!

Bombshell: You can see Drag Strip whenever you want.

Kickback: See Drag Strip whenever I- Ugh! *blushes* Bombshell!!!

Shrapnel: Huh? Drag Strip? This glitch? What? Are you interested ~interested~?

Kickback, sputtering: N-No! And don't insult him!

Bombshell: Maybe.

Kickback, blushing: I said no!

Bombshell: Yes of course.

Shrapnel, sighing: Well...whatever. We'll see ~see~.

[Shrapnel then put his hand around Bombshell's waist, as he always did, but suddenly a change happened that Shrapnel hadn't expected. Bombshell pulled Shrapnel's hand away, before stepping back a little, and Shrapnel's optics widened in surprise]

Shrapnel , shocked :  (What?! But-?!)

[Normally in a group of Coleoptera, which was often a group of three, it wasn't unusual for the group to be tactile towards each other. But when a member of the group had an interest in another robot, then he became more distant, and refused physical contact with his group. And that, Shrapnel couldn't allow that to happen!]

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[Scrapper left Hook's office, and Onslaught joined him. Onslaught watched Hook exit as well, before seen Hook approached Kickback, and Onslaught couldn't help but feel his spark compress as he watched him] 

Onslaught , annoyed :  (I'm really stupid!)

Scrapper, smiling: Do you want to chat with me about your team?

Onslaught: Huh? Uh! Yes! Sure!

Scrapper: Is everything okay?

Onslaught: Yeah! Perfectly well! *Takes Scrapper's hand* Why don't we go have a quiet chat somewhere!

Scrapper: Oh! Yes! Okay!

[The two came out of the medical bay, Onslaught desperated to get Scrapper away from Hook. And also try to get himself away from his growing jealousy. They arrived in front of Scrapper's studio, and Scrapper opened the door, before inviting Onslaught to enter]

*Onslaught enters the workshop, and can see several different blueprints on the desk, as well as holograms of future builds*

Onslaught, smiling: It's very cool here.

Scrapper: Huh? Oh thank you! It's not very tidy though, sorry about that.

Onslaught: Don't worry about that.

*They sit facing each other on chairs, and Scrapper smiles*

Scrapper: Good! Let's talk about your team!

Onslaught: How about we talk about your team instead?

Scrapper, surprised: Mine?

Onslaught: Well, yes, after all they aren't easy either, and yet you manage to handle them!

Scrapper: Oh? *Scratches his helmet* They are still much less difficult than your team.

Onslaught: Stop being modest! Tell me how you handled them, so I can base myself on something! I mean, don't tell me Hook isn't complicated.

[Oh frag... He had done it. He had let his stupid jealousy get the better of him, to the point of knowing what Scrapper think about Hook]

Scrapper: Well...complicated isn't the word, I would say complex. He tends not to want to rely on anyone. It's a quality, but sometimes it brings him problems... Not to mention that he likes to sow discord.

Onslaught: And it pisses you off that he does?

Scrapper: Hm... No, it doesn't piss me off, it worries me, I worry about him. I'm afraid that by dint of looking for trouble it will fall on him, it has happened to him several times by the way...

Onslaught: Like with Motormaster?

Scrapper, surprised: Do you know?

Onslaught: Vortex told me about it.

[Hearing Vortex's name, Scrapper's aura darkens, and Onslaught cocks his head to the side]

Onslaught: Did something happen with Vortex?

Scrapper: Let's say he annoyed Hook.

Onslaught: ...I'll make him pay, if you want.

Scrapper: I don't think it helps... But thank you.

Onslaught: ...I'm really sorry for what Vortex did.

Scrapper: Don't worry, it's my fault too, I should have paid more attention to Hook.

Onslaught, slightly scowling: Yes, at the same time he can manage on his own.

Scrapper: ...Hm... You see, it's probably one of your mentalities about your team that you should change.

Onslaught, surprised: How so?

Scrapper: It's true that Hook can take care of himself, but don't forget that I'm his leader. It's normal for me to worry about him. Making sure your team feels good should be one of your priorities.

Onslaught: Like you did with Brawl?

Scrapper, smiling: Yes, for example. Also avoid hurtful words, it does not help much.

[Onslaught sighs, and Scrapper walks over to him, before placing his hand over his]

Scrapper, smiling: I know it might sound hard, but I'm sure you'll get there.

[Onslaught smiles, before wrapping Scrapper around the waist, pulling him closer, and making him sit on his lap]

Onslaught, lovingly: You really are a very good chef, and a wonderful person.

[Scrapper blushed, before hugging Onslaught back, putting his arms around his neck, smiling]

*The two take off their protective masks, before kissing*

Onslaught: I love you.

Scrapper: I love you too. 

[However, Kickback was happily heading back with Shrapnel and Bombshell back to their neighborhood, truly happy to be able to walk and run again!]

Kickback: Freedom!

Shrapnel, joking: Don't run too fast or you'll break your legs again ~again~.

Kickback:  *Sticks out tongue*

Bombshell: I'm glad you're feeling better.

Kickback: Yeah! This is so cool!

Bombshell: You can-

Kickback, scowling: I'm not going to see Drag Strip!

Bombshell: I was going to say, "See the new doctor." Why did you immediately think of Drag Strip if he doesn't interest you?

Kickback, blushing and pouting: Hmph!

Shrapnel: Ha! Ha! Ha! ~ha~!

Kickback, annoyed: Shut up you two!

[Kickback moved a little faster, taking advantage of the fact that he could walk again to get away from them. Shrapnel, meanwhile, looked at Bombshell for a while, before putting his hand on his shoulder. He really wanted to be sure what happened at the medical bay]

*Bombshell looks at Shrapnel's hand, before gently pulling it away*

Bombshell: I must return to the medical bay.

Shrapnel, scowling: Why ~why~?

Bombshell: I would like to know when Brawl can be released.

Shrapnel: Why ~why~?!

Bombshell: ...What "why"?

Shrapnel: Why do you want to know so much when he's coming out ~out~?!

Bombshell: ...Why should I answer you?

Shrapnel: Huh ~huh~?!

Bombshell: I'm asking you why I should answer you. What is this interrogation?

Shrapnel, annoyed: This isn't an interrogation ~interrogation~!

[Bombshell crossed his arms, clearly annoyed, and Shrapnel clenched his fists in anger]

Shrapnel: I don't want you near Brawl ~brawl~!

Bombshell: How about you explain to me what bothers you so much about Brawl.

Shrapnel: You do it again ~again~!

Bombshell: Do what again?

Shrapnel, annoyed: Your psychologist! Stop doing it to me ~me~!

Bombshell: Shrapnel, I assure you I'm not doing this on purpose!

Shrapnel, sighing: I know ~know~...

Bombshell: Tell me what's bothering you anyway. How else could I understand?

Shrapnel: What's bothering me ~me~...

[Shrapnel moved a little closer to Bombshell, before wrapping Bombshell around the waist, and Bombshell tried to back away. But Shrapnel tightened his grip on him, causing Bombshell to jump in slight pain]

Bombshell: Shrapnel, get off me.

Shrapnel: Well, that's what's bothering me.

Bombshell, confused: ...What?

Shrapnel, bringing his face closer to Bombshell's: Why are you walking away from me?

Bombshell: What are you talking about?

Shrapnel, hugging Bombshell tighter: Why don't you want me to hug you anymore, or even put my hand on your shoulder? Don't tell me you are interesested about Brawl!

*Bombshell tries to get out of Shrapnel's grip as it starts hurting him*

Bombshell, frowning: Excuse me for asking you like that, Shrapnel! But why it’s supposed to be your business?

Shrapnel, moving his face closer and closer to Bombshell's: You want me to show you ~you~?

Bombshell, annoyed: Show what?

Shrapnel: How much it’s my business ~business~?

Bombshell: Shrapnel, it’s not-

[But Bombshell couldn't finish his sentence, as Shrapnel quickly pulled off the protective mask of Bombshell, before kissing him] 

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[Bombshell's optics widened in surprise, before trying to push Shrapnel away, but Shrapnel was too strong for him, and the more Bombshell tried to pull away, the more Shrapnel intensified the kiss. Shrapnel ends up breaking the kiss, before taking Bombshell's face in his hand]

Shrapnel: I don't want you to walk away from me ~me~.

[Bombshell looks at Shrapnel in shock, before amazement turns to anger, and he clapped Shrapnel's hand]

Bombshell, angry: How dare you?!

Shrapnel, shocked: Eh?! Me ~me~?!

Bombshell, furious: I don't belong to you! You have no right to tell me with whom I have the right to speak, and even less to kiss me as you want! Especially when I made it clear to you by trying to push you away that I didn't want to!

Shrapnel, angry: Bombshell you-

Bombshell, darkly: Let me go, or I'll force you.

[The two looked at each other in deep silence, before Shrapnel finally let go of Bombshell. Bombshell lowered his head, seeming to be in angry but sad too… Was it his fault? Was it a disruptive effect due to what he did when...]

*Bombshell closes his optics in sadness, before looking at Shrapnel, who looks away*

Bombshell: Shrapnel... I...

Shrapnel, bitterly: Shut up. I don't want to talk to you ~you~.

[Bombshell felt his spark compress, and looked at the ground, pained. Shrapnel gritted his teeth in frustration, blaming himself for saying that. He had been stupid... Frag... But at the same time, he was so mad at Bombshell...]

Shrapnel: I'm going ~going~.

[Bombshell sadly watched Shrapnel go, and a doubt began to creep into Bombshell's spark. What if the love that Brawl offered him was only due to mishandling his cursed Capacity. After all, he had no control over it...]

Bombshell: ... (I'm so stupid...)

[Bombshell would have liked to be normal, and not have to drag this miserable Capacity around. It was all his fault. It had always been his fault]

*Bombshell goes in the opposite direction to Shrapnel, wanting to get very far from his team* 

[However, Kickback was enjoying jumping around now that he had regained the ability to walk, before seeing Drag Strip. Kickback smiles, before jumping on the walls, and landing in front of Drag Strip, who screams in fear]

Kickback, teasing: Ha! Ha! Ha! So Draggy? I'm so impressive that you can't stop screaming when you see me?

Drag Strip, pouting: Hmph! No! I- Bah!

Kickback: Kr! Kr! Kr!

Drag Strip, crossing his arms, and looking to the side in embarrassment: I... I'm glad you're well.

[Kickback looked at Drag Strip in surprise, before smiling, and giggling]

Kickback: Aww! Were you worried about me?

Drag Strip, blushing with anger: Not at all!!!

Motormaster, in the distance: Drag Strip come back here! Now!

Drag Strip, sighing wearily: I have to go, we'll wait outside the ship's door with Megatron...

Kickback: Can I come with you?

Drag Strip, starting to walk away: Certainly not!

Kickback: Alright! I come then!

Drag Strip, confused: What???

Kickback: Well, what? You said "Certainly"!

Drag Strip: But it's not-

Kickback, hugging Drag Strip's arm: Come on! Don't make your boss wait!

[Drag Strip pouted, and Kickback laughed, before they both came to Motormaster and the other Stunticons]

Motormaster: What are you doing here?

Kickback: I want to see the doctor arrive!

Motormaster: Tss!

[Motormaster said nothing more, and motioned for the team to follow him, and Kickback followed suit, smiling. Wildrider watched Kickback hug Drag Strip's arm, and scowled, before approaching Drag Strip and hugging his other arm]

Wildrider, smiling: Let's race, Tagada!

Drag Strip, annoyed: Don't name me that! And don't touch me!

Wildrider, sulking: Why would Kickback can and not me?

Drag Strip, surprised: Huh? This is-

*Drag Strip looks at Kickback, before blushing in anger*

Drag Strip, jerking his arms away from Kickback and Wildrider: None of you can do!

Motormaster, angrily: Hey! Shut up!

*Drag Strip pouts, as Wildrider smiles questioningly, while Kickback chuckles*

[They arrived in front of the ship's entrance, where Megatron and Soundwave were already waiting. Megatron had preferred not to tell all the Decepticons that the new doctor was arriving just now, deciding to introduce him to the others later. So, he was quite surprised to see the Stunticons, and Kickback, since Soundwave hadn't made a call]

Megatron, putting his hands on his hips: What are you doing here?

Motormaster: Well... Since this doctor is for us, I thought it would make sense for us to come. But we can leave if you prefer.

Megatron: No, no. Stay. (I'd like to see from my own perspective why Motormaster is so afraid about Ransack.)

Motormaster:  (Frag...)

[Motormaster felt stupid because if they had just stayed in their quarter’s, Motormaster wouldn't have had to see Ransack again. Frag, if only he had known. Not only did he feel stupid now, but there was also the overwhelming terror that was beginning to overwhelm him]

*Megatron looks outside and sighs*

Megatron:  (They shouldn't delay any longer. Above all, Megatron, don't forget. Don't get mad. If you getting angry, Ransack win.)

[Megatron still couldn't help but apprehend. It was really far the day when Ransack was truly loyal to him, and respected him. Really... Really far...] 

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[They heard a jet engine noise, and saw a ship land on the ground. Megatron sighed, in order to relax, before approaching the exit of the Nemesis. The door to the Velocitronian ship opened. Ransack got out, accompanied by Knockout, and they approached Megatron, while the Stunticons looked at the new robot, like Kickback]

Breakdown: He... He's a pretty doctor.

Wildrider: Maybe it's a doctor thing. Hook is beautiful too.

Drag Strip: Ratchet is ugly.

Wildrider: But he's not the same, he's an Autobot!

Dead End: You know we're not a different species. But a faction.

Wildrider: What's the difference?

Dead End: Forget it...

Motormaster, whispering through clenched teeth: Shut up!

[Megatron held out his arms in a welcoming gesture, smiling]

Megatron: Welcome to my ship!

Knockout, smiling: Glad to be part of your team.

Megatron: I hope you have some skill in what I'm asking of you.

Knockout: Well-

Ransack: He has the basics, although he's significantly less proficient than Hook. 

Megatron, crossing his arms: Guess that'll do.

Ransack, smirking: I offered you a better one but you refused.

[Megatron scowled, and Soundwave sighed softly. Kickback meanwhile approached, curious, and Drag Strip paled]

Drag Strip, whispering in panic: You moron! What are you doing?! You want Ransack to kill you?! Come back here!

Kickback, approaching, without listening to Drag Strip: Hi! I'm Kickback! Delighted to meet you!

[The two Velocitronians watched him approach, and Knockout looked at Kickback with surprise, as did Ransack. In truth, the Velocitronians had never seen an Insecticon in their lives]

Ransack: ...Well, delighted too. I don't think I've seen you before.

Kickback: Oh yeah! I'm not new, but hey, with my group we joined the Decepticons not really long time ago. But now Knockout is the newbie!

Knockout, falsely sad: Oooh! I'm the new one.

Kickback, smiling: Don't worry! At first it sucks, but after that it's easy to integrate with the crew!

Ransack: The rest of your band are doing it too?

Kickback: Hm... Bombshell, yeah! Shrapnel is social, but I admit he mostly hangs out with Bombshell and me! If you want, I can show you around the ship, KO!

Knockout: Hmm? A nickname directly?

Kickback, realizing: Ah! This is inappropriate?!

Ransack, smiling friendly: No, that's not particularly a problem.

Knockout: Yeah! I was just surprised!

Kickback, smiling: Oh phew! *To Ransack* Can I give you a nickname too?

Ransack, gently shaking his head: No my dear, my name isn't good for nicknames anyway.

[Everyone was quite shocked, especially Megatron and Motormaster. Did Ransack really just talk friendly with someone?! There was no anger, no sly smile. But why Kickback?!]

Kickback, smiling: Oh! Okay!

Megatron, coughing: Hm. Well, Knockout I'll introduce you to the rest of the crew!

Knockout: Alright.

Megatron, to Ransack: Guess you're going now.

Ransack, smirking: No. Actually, I'd like to wander around your ship while you introduce Knockout to the other Decepticons.

Megatron: ...Well...

Soundwave: Kickback could show you around.

[Soundwave didn't really trust Ransack, and he had doubts about this request which was far from innocent. And by propose Kickback for the visit, Ransack couldn't refuse, since he seemed to like him]

Ransack:  ...Yes. But only if he agrees.

Kickback: With pleasure! *To Drag Strip* Do you want to come?

Drag Strip, shocked: Me?! *Embarrassed and looks at Ransack with fear* Er ...

Ransack, shrugging: I don't mind.

Drag Strip:  (But I do!!!)

Kickback, pleading with soft eyes: Please say yeees!

Drag Strip, blushing with anger and frustration: Uh... I...

Motormaster, angrily: Say yes, fool.

Ransack, darkly: Hey Motormaster, if you just shut your mouth a little bit and let Drag Strip make his choice.

[A great silence fell, and Kickback looked at Ransack in surprise, before smiling. Yeah! He really liked this mech! Kickback was really glad someone told Motormaster to shut up]

Drag Strip: Uh... Yeah... Alright, I go with you... (If there's Kickback it should be fine... I guess...)

Megatron: Alright...then go ahead...

[Motormaster watched them go, before gritting his teeth in anger. Breakdown meanwhile couldn't take his eyes off Knockout. How could he be so pretty?]

Megatron, sighing: Okay, let's go, Knockout. I will introduce you to the others.

*Megatron and Soundwave walk ahead, and Knockout walks next to Motormaster*

Knockout, smiling: I hope I'll fit in well.

Motormaster, bitterly: You don't need to fit in to heal us.

Knockout: ... *Looks at Motormaster jadedly*

Breakdown:  *Lowers head and frowning*

Knockout, condescending: Huh, huh. When I ask your opinion, I will call you. Okay?

[Everyone looked at Knockout in shock, and Wildrider tried to hold back a laugh. Motormaster fumed in anger, as Breakdown watched Knockout with immense admiration. Knockout walked ahead, to get closer to Megatron and Soundwave]

Knockout:  (Hmph! Rude mech!)

*Dead End watches Knockout with slight surprise at his audacity*

Dead End:  (Well...)

[This doctor was really peculiar, and Dead End wondered if this Knockout was also a death row inmate, like the rest of the Stunticons. But in this case... What crime could he have committed?] 

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[Kickback, Drag Strip and Ransack were walking down the halls, and there was no one there, since the announcement of the arrival of the new doctor had just been given. Drag Strip would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. Kickback on the other hand was very cheerful, and happily introduced the ship to Ransack, who didn't seem particularly angry, as he usually to be]

Drag Strip:  (Tss! I can't figure out this mech!)

[Drag Strip was also afraid of Ransack, like all the other Stunticons. But Ransack also intrigued Drag Strip. He had met him before he ended up in prison, and he was always wondered: "Why did he like someone or not?"]

Drag Strip:  (...I can understand why he seem to appreciate Kickback. I mean he's pretty.) *Blush* (I mean, he's pretty for a bug!) *Kof* (And that's okay to be nice with a pretty mech... But Ransack can also be nice with those who are ugly! Besides, his Conjunx is really not pretty!)

[Yeah... No... Drag Strip definitely didn't understand Ransack. Kickback noticed that Drag Strip was quite far from them, and smiled]

Kickback: Hey! Draggy! Why are you so far? Come closer!

Drag Strip, pouting: No thanks! I'm fine where I am! And stop running! Pay a little attention to yourself! You have just recovered...

Kickback, teasing: Aww! Draggy! Are you worried about me?

Drag Strip, blushing with anger: No!!!

Ransack: Hmm? Did you hurt yourself?

Kickback: A cave fell on me!

Ransack: Ouch.

Kickback , smiling : But I'm fine now! Because Drag Strip saved me!

Drag Strip: Uh... This- *Ashamed* That's wrong! It was he who saved me! It was my fault too...

Ransack: ...I guess the important thing is that no one died. *To Drag Strip* And that you learned your lesson well.

[Drag Strip looked at Ransack in surprise, before nodding in disbelief. Eh? No unpleasant comments? Drag Strip stared at the ground in confusion scratching his helmet, while Ransack gently patted Kickback's shoulder, who turned to him curiously]

Ransack, smiling: Stay more often with Drag Strip, he becomes more beautiful with you. You are radiant my dear, you also manage to make others shine.

Kickback, confused and smiling: Huh? *Looks at Drag Strip, before looking back at Ransack* Oh... well, okay.

[Kickback then went to find Drag Strip and took his hand, before bringing him closer]

Kickback, smiling: Come on! Don't stay alone! Let's go! Let's continue the visit!

[Drag Strip looked at his hand in Kickback's, before blushing in embarrassment. But this time he didn't take his hand away]

Drag Strip , pouting blushing :  (Hmph! Stupid insect!) 

[However, Swindle was slightly annoyed to be at the new doctor's presentation, as he would have liked to finish his preparations. Swindle saw Scavenger, who gave him a shy bow, to which Swindle replied with a smile, before seeing Scrapper's terrible gaze]

Swindle , pale as he quickly lowers his hand :  (Oh! Ouhla!)

[Hook, meanwhile, looked at the new doctor, and grumbled. Hook sincerely hoped he wouldn't have to cooperate with him. Besides, what a waste to leave his medical bay for this mech]

Hook:  (Pff! Poor Brawl and Astrotrain who have to bear Vortex...) 

[However, at the medical bay, Brawl had to admit that he wasn't thrilled to be in the same room as Vortex. Attached or not. Besides, Astrotrain was sleeping, so he had to go beared Vortex alone]

Vortex: Eh! Brawl! Brawl!

Brawl: *Ignore*

Vortex: Oh! In addition to being an idiot, have you also become deaf? *Giggle* Weird, I don't remember snatching your audio-receivers!

*Brawl shudders in fear, and turns to Vortex in terror*

Vortex, grinning evilly: Have you stopped ignoring me? What if you set me free? If you do, then maybe I won't hurt you!

Brawl, scowling: Go frag yourself and your "maybe"!

Vortex, chuckling: Oh! wow! You are much smarter than I thought!

[Brawl clenched his fists in frustration, torn between wanting to destroy Vortex, and running far away from him]

Vortex, darkly: I assure you that if you don't release me now, you will understand your pain when I recover!

*Brawl get up of the repair table*

[Brawl knew he shouldn't get up, but he was way too scared to stay in the same room with Vortex. He was afraid that Vortex would free himself and hurt him again. Brawl then exited the medical bay, and advanced through the corridors. He was not fully recovered, but he could now walk without a limp]

Brawl , pained :  (I want to see Bombshell again...)

[Brawl arrived in the room where he came to hide, and where he had first met Bombshell. His spark pulsed pleasantly, before approaching one of the walls to lean against it and sit down. Suddenly he heard whispers, like someone crying, and stood up in surprise]

Brawl: (Huh?!)

[Brawl looked around with incomprehension, before hearing that the sobs seemed to come from behind boxes placed a little further. Brawl cautiously approached, before seeing...]

Brawl, surprised: Bombshell?!

Bombshell: Huh?!

[Bombshell stood up in surprise, and accidentally hit some caissons, which collapsed. Brawl thought no more and grabbed Bombshell to protect him, and the two fell to the ground. Brawl found himself on top of Bombshell, and blushed in embarrassment]

Brawl: Are you... Are you okay?

Bombshell: ...And you?

Brawl: ...Yes.

[Brawl sat down on the ground, and Bombshell did the same, before looking down sadly]

Bombshell: I'm sorry...

Brawl: Why? For boxes? Don't worry I have nothing!

Bombshell: ...No...

Brawl: Why then?

Bombshell: Forget it, it doesn't matter...

Brawl, worried: Is everything okay? Are you the one who cryied?

*Bombshell looks to the side, ashamed*

Brawl: Bombshell...

Bombshell: Don't worry about me...

Brawl: ...Won't you tell me what's wrong?

[Bombshell looked at Brawl before putting his hands in front of his face, and silently crying. Brawl's shock optics widened, before taking Bombshell in his arms, and hugging him]

Bombshell, crying: I'm sorry! I am really sorry! 

[Brawl stroked Bombshell's back gently, and Bombshell rested his head on the crook of Brawl's shoulder. Brawl felt his spark tighten. He didn't understand why Bombshell was in this condition, and was terribly sad to see him like this]

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[Brawl hugs Bombshell, before Bombshell backed away, looking at the ground]

Bombshell, sadly: I'm sorry... I'm sorry to have disturbed you... 

Brawl: Huh? Not at all! *Gently taking Bombshell's hand* Tell me what's wrong instead.

[Bombshell didn't dare look at Brawl, and felt his spark clench, before removing his hand from Brawl's]

Bombshell: ...Why do... Why do you love me?

[Brawl's optics widened in surprise, before turning his head to the side in embarrassment, then back to looking at Bombshell, who still wasn't looking at him]

Brawl: ...I love you because you were the first to be nice to me.

Bombshell: ...

Brawl: I love you because you made me realize who I really was.

Bombshell: ... *looks up at Brawl*

Brawl: I love you because, of all the joys I have felt you are the greatest in my life when I see you.

Bombshell, confused: ...Why?

Brawl: I don't really know. I... I love you, because I love everything about you. Sorry, that's not very well said.

Bombshell, smiling sadly: No... That's nicely said.

Brawl:  *smiles and blushes*

Bombshell, lowering his head: ...I'm afraid you love me because of my Capacity...

Brawl, confused: How so?

Bombshell, sadly: I'm afraid I did a stupid mind control against you...

Brawl: To me? Why?! No! Impossible!

Bombshell: And why would it be?

Brawl, categorical and smiling: If you had controlled me so that I fell in love with you, you would not have run away from me!

Bombshell, surprised: ... *laughing softly* Ha... That's not wrong...

Brawl: And then during the Vortex game, "The Ugliest, the Prettiest", you had controlled me, and I was already in love with you!

Bombshell: Sorry again about that...

Brawl: No, I told you I didn't blame you. *Takes Bombshell's hands* I trust you completely.

[Bombshell smiles softly, and shyly raising his head to Brawl]

Bombshell: Me too... I trust you.

[The two looked at each other, before gently hugging each other again. Brawl felt his spark pulsing, but he tried to control himself, because right now it was about comforting Bombshell, not talking about Brawl's feelings]

*Brawl hugs Bombshell a little more comfortingly*

[Bombshell gently closed his optics. He felt good with Brawl. He didn't feel guilty like with Shrapnel and Kickback. He didn't feel oppressed when Brawl hugged him, unlike with Shrapnel...]

Bombshell , opening his optics with sadness :  (...Shrapnel...)

[Bombshell stops the hug, before standing up, and Brawl follows the movement, questioningly]

Bombshell, sadly: I have to go...

Brawl, worried: Will everything be okay?

Bombshell: ...Yes.

*Bombshell leaves the room after waving goodbye to Brawl, who answers it* 

[However, Megatron finishes his general meeting, the rest not really being the presentation of Knockout anymore. But no longer a great speech about the Decepticons cause, which bored Knockout a lot. He was much more interesting]

Knockout:  (Hm... If Megatron is still annoying, I can understand Ransack wanting to kill him.)

[Knockout suddenly caught Breakdown's gaze, who had been staring at him throughout the meeting, and Knockout smiled. This military car was pretty cute. Breakdown quickly looked away when their optics crossed, and Knockout chuckled silently. Maybe he was going to have a good time here]

*Everyone starts to leave, and Megatron pats Knockout on the shoulder*

Megatron: Do your job well. *Turning to Hook who was starting to walk away* Hook! Come here!

[Hook scowled, before turning to Megatron with a noticeable anger on his face. Knockout smiled nervously, as he was beginning to feel that this assassination attempt wouldn't be so easy]

Hook, coming toward Megatron and Knockout: What?

Megatron: Show to Knockout the medical bay.

*Hook glares at Knockout, who frowns*

Hook: Follow me, you.

Knockout , scowling :  (I have a name, fragger.)

[Soundwave looked at them from a little further away and sighed]

Soundwave:  (I hope there's not going to be a war of doctors...)

[Starscream, meanwhile, eyed the new doctor warily. Starscream didn't trust this mech, clearly there was something weird going on. Besides, knowing Ransack, he had gived another prisoner, who was suppose to be executed at the beginning. Except this "doctor" was different from the Stunticons. He seemed normal. And Starscream was sure of one thing. Prisoners who committed a crime worthy of capital punishment and were considered normal were the worst]

Starscream:  (Best keep an optics at him...) 

[However, Scavenger cleverly manages to slip away, in order to discreetly join Swindle, who smiles when he sees him]

Swindle: Sweet spark! I wanted to see you!

Scavenger, happily: Really?

Swindle: Yes, I wanted to warn you that I was leaving for three days.

[Scavenger freezes in shock, before giving a tight smile]

Scavenger, tense: Oh? R-Really?

Swindle: Yes! But I will be back in three days!

Scavenger, lowering his head, disappointed: Oh... yeah...

[Suddenly, Bonecrusher and Mixmaster's words about spontaneity came back to Scavenger's mind, and he looked up in determination]

Scavenger, determined: Where are you going?! I would like to come with you!

Swindle, coughing in shock: What?!

Scavenger: I want to come with you!

Swindle, disturbed: But- Uh- Scavenger I'm going to Antilla! It is really very dangerous!

Scavenger, making soft eyes: Please!!!

[Swindle gritted his teeth, trying to resist Scavenger, but it was impossible for him to say no to Scavenger]

Swindle, resigned yet worried: Uh...I-Yeah...Okay...

[Scavenger jumped for joy, before taking Swindle's hands and smiling]

Scavenger, shaking his excavator tail: Great!

Swindle, nervous: Yeaaaah... (What did I do?!!) 

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[Hook and Knockout entered the medical bay, and Hook frowned, noticing that Brawl is no longer there]

Hook: Astrotrain! 

*Astrotrain wakes up with a start*

Astrotrain: What?!

Hook: Where's Brawl?!

Astrotrain: I don't know.

Vortex, sneering: He got away!

Hook: Shut up!

*Vortex sees Knockout*

Vortex, smirking: Oh~! Hi~!

Knockout: ... *Smiles* Hello!

Vortex: I'm sad I couldn't witness your arrival.

Knockout, sly: It is true that it is a pity. You missed a big moment.

Hook, annoyed: You two shut up.

[Brawl entered the medical bay, and froze upon seeing Hook, who gave him a terrible look]

Hook, angry: Where have you been?

Brawl, nervous: Uh... I... Well...

Hook, sternly: Get back on that damned repair table. I need to check you up, make sure you haven't hurt yourself again.

[Brawl nodded before getting back on the repair table, and Hook started checking he's okay, as Knockout walked towards them]

Knockout: I can help, so you'll have a little less work.

Hook, bitterly: Your job is to take care of the Stunticons. So, stay where you are.

*Knockout pouts, then crosses his arms*

Knockout:  (Yeah... He's going to make it harder for me.)

[Knockout then thought that if this camion crane continued to block his way to accomplish his mission, Knockout would surely have to get rid of him]

Knockout , grinning evilly :  (How am I going to do this?)

[At this moment, Kickback, Drag Strip, and Ransack entered the medical bay. Hook glared at Drag Strip angrily, and Drag Strip slowly came out of the medical bay]

Kickback: Hey! Hello doctor!

Hook: Did you hurt yourself again?

Kickback: Huh? Well, no, not so fast.

Hook: If you knew.

Ransack: I just came to see Knockout one last time before leaving.

Vortex, chuckling: Oh! Hey! I knew that all Velocitronians were famous for being very pretty, but you and the doctor are breaking a hell of a beauty record! It's a change from Stunticons! I would love to have fun with you!

Hook: Shut up I told you!

Vortex: Oooh! What's wrong doctor? You are jealous? Don't worry, you're beautiful too! Less than them that's all!

Ransack et Knockout: ...

Ransack: You'd have to snatch the vocalizer out of that one.

Knockout: It can be arranged.

Vortex: Oh, come on! Don't take it like that! I thought Velocitronians were compliment shareware!

Drag Strip, entering angrily: You're going to shut up!

Vortex, sneering: You're the worst, no wonder you get mad. You're just a-

[But Vortex couldn't finish his sentence, as Kickback brutally kicked Vortex's stomach with his foot, shattering the repair table and snapping it in half, Vortex choking from the force of the blow]

Everyone:  *Stunned*

Hook:  ...I'll forgive that you broken table, for managing to silence that glitch.

Kickback: ...Sorry anyway.

[Hook just shrugged, before tossing Vortex out of the med bay, deciding not to fix him for it. He will fix himself, it would just be longer and more painful, and that was perfect for Hook. Hook felt that Vortex was undeserving of his attention]

Knockout, clapping: That's a great kicking.

[Drag Strip looked at Kickback in awe, and wondered if Kickback had hit Vortex to defend him. Drag Strip didn't know if it was for that reason, but it still made him feel happy to think that it might be that]

Drag Strip: ...Well done.

Kickback, smiling and winking: He deserved it. He had no business insulting the Velocitronians.

Knockout: Still, I thought the racism against nation-planets was finish.

Ransack: It's not that easy to change mentalities, although I think that he just wanted to make people angry.

Kickback, smirking: Too bad for him, he succeeded.

Brawl: Vortex pisses me off. I don't understand why he does this...

Hook, shrugging: Because it's funny.

Astrotrain: It depends for whom. But I get it, you do the same too.

Hook, outraged: Not so extreme, and only to those who deserve it!

Astrotrain, shrugging: Yeah, if you say so.

Hook, angrily: Do you want me to kick you out of my medical bay too?!

[Astrotrain gestured to shut up, and Hook crossed his arms]

Ransack: Well, otherwise. *To Knockout* Go to the Stunticons district, Drag Strip will take you there. As for me, I'm leaving.

Knockout: Okay.

Drag Strip: Ah! Well, follow me!

[The three Velocitronians get out from the medical bay, and Ransack says goodbye to Knockout and Drag Strip, heading away from them. Knockout and Drag Strip saw Vortex sitting up and leaning against a wall, still trying to recover from the blow he had just taken]

Drag Strip, sly: Well then, Vortex? Can't stand up anymore?

Knockout, sneering: At the same time this mech not have the stomach!

[Drag Strip looked at Knockout in surprise, before laughing as Vortex gave him a death stare]

Drag Strip: This joke sucked!

Knockout, smiling: But you laughed!

Drag Strip: Because it surprised me too much!

[The two continued on their way laughing, and Vortex clenched his teeth in anger]

Vortex:  (Frag, I'll kill them!) 

[Ransack, meanwhile, arrived at the exit of the ship, and crossed paths with Megatron]

Megatron: Are you leaving?

Ransack: Knockout seems to have integrated well, so I think that's okay.

Megatron: ...Yeah.

Ransack: ...Do you have something to tell me?

Megatron: ...No. Not especially.

Ransak: Fine.

[Ransack left, and re-entered his ship before taking off. Megatron watched him go and sighed. Casually, he missed the time when he and Ransack got along well...] 

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[Shrapnel returned to his quarters, after Megatron's rather boring announcement, and opened the door. He saw Bombshell sitting on the couch, and they looked at each other in awkward silence, before Bombshell turned his head] 

Shrapnel, closing the door: ...Uh... I... How are you ~you~?

Bombshell: ...And you?

Shrapnel: You didn't answer my question ~question~...

Bombshell: Neither do you.

Shrapnel, angrily: Stop doing that ~that~!

[Bombshell jumped in surprise, before lowering his head, and feeling his spark compress again]

Bombshell, pained: Sorry...

[Shrapnel berated himself, and closed his optics in frustration, before looking back at Bombshell, then approaching him]

Shrapnel: No... I'm the one who's sorry... I... I was stupid, please forgive me ~me~...

*Shrapnel sits next to Bombshell on the couch*

Shrapnel: I just... I don't know ~know~...

[Shrapnel put his hand on Bombshell's, who hesitated to remove it, as he didn't want to anger Shrapnel]

Bombshell: ...It's all my fault. You do not have to apologize.

Shrapnel: ...So... You're not mad at me ~me~?

Bombshell: ...No.

[Shrapnel smiles before hugging Bombshell. Bombshell didn't push Shrapnel away, but he didn't respond to the hug either]

Shrapnel, relieved: I was really worried that you would hate me ~me~.

Bombshell: ...I don't hate you...

Shrapnel: I'm happy ~happy~.

Bombshell: ...Are you not sad that we lost the colony?

Shrapnel: Ah... Yes sometimes. Why? Do you also miss the colony?

Bombshell: "Also"? ... (No.) Yes.

Shrapnel: I hope that one day we can find it, and that our bond with our Gyinawez will be rebuilt.

Bombshell: ...Yes, me too...

[Bombshell was a liar. Bombshell was just lying. He did not like his colony. He had never liked his colony. And even finding the bond with their Gyinawez he didn't care... Because Bombshell had never had a bond with the Gyinawez. He had never heard his orders, he was pretending to follow what Shrapnel and Kickback were doing. The orders their Gyinawez gave were often aimed at the three members of the group they were in, and not individually]

Bombshell, whispering: I'm sorry...

Shrapnel, stopping the hug: Huh? Did you say something ~something~?

Bombshell: ... (I broke your bond with your Gyinawez.) No. 

[However, Knockout walked with Drag Strip into the Stunticons' quarters, and Motormaster angrily crossed his arms]

Motormaster: Where were you?!

Drag Strip: Uh... I was doing the visit for Knockout.

Motormaster: And it took you that long?!

[Drag Strip inwardly sighed in annoyance. It was just a pretext to struck him. Whatever Drag Strip said, Motormaster was going to hit him...]

Knockout, smiling: Oh, come on, no need to get upset. It is normal that we took time, this ship is very big after all.

Motormaster: You better shut up if you don't want me to hit you!

Knockout: Do it.

Motormaster, confused: What?!

Everyone else: Huh?!

Knockout: It looks like hitting your first doctor teached you nothing, so do it!

[Motormaster clenched his fists in anger, before giving Knockout a death stare. This wretch made him look ridiculous, but nevertheless it would be necessary to see that this stupid sports car does not believe himself better than him! If Knockout wasn't fixing the Stunticons, then he was useless!]

Motormaster, angrily: Don't think you're on the same level as Hook. You're only here to fix us, so you're technically part of our team. So, if I want hitting you, I'm hitting you!

Knockout: ... *Smiles condescendingly* But of course honey, whatever.

[Motormaster widened his optics, before frowning in anger, and advancing briskly towards Knockout. Motormaster roughly grabbed his arm, before raising his hand to punch him]

Motormaster, darkly: I'll teach you manners!

[Breakdown got up from the couch, but suddenly Knockout turned his hand into a circular saw, and cut Motormaster's hand, who screamed out in pain, before stepping back]

Knockout, grinning maniacally: Ooooh! Whoops! You hurt yourself, what a pity!

[Knockout run his circular saw over the cables of Motormaster's knee, which falled to the floor]

Knockout, laughing: But don't worry! *Smiles evilly* I'm a doctor!

*Knockout puts his circular saw under Motormaster's neck cables*

Knockout, smiling sadistically: If you don't want me to cut off your second hand, you better calm down! Oh! And I'm the leader now! If you want me to fix you, you better obey me!

[Everyone looked at Knockout in shock and surprise, before seeing him transform his hand into a medical tool, and take Motormaster's arm]

Knockout, gently: How about to fix this nasty wound~. 

[Motormaster looked at Knockout in shock, he couldn't even react it had taken him by surprise] 

Motormaster , flabbergasted :  (What the frag?!)

[However, Scavenger was happily preparing to leave with Swindle, before thinking of something]

Scavenger:  (How do I leave without Scrapper realizing it, but also that Scrapper and the rest of my team aren't worried about me?)

[Scavenger thinks for a moment, before snapping his fingers]

Scavenger: Oh yes! I just have to leave a letter!

[Scavenger then took his stuff, and put them in his subspace, before leaving his room. He took out a data-pad and wrote a letter explaining what he was going to do. He then placed it prominently on the table, before leaving the Constructicons' quarters to join Swindle. Honestly what could go wrong?] 

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[Scrapper had returned to the Constructicons quarters, after working in the studio for a while, and thought about asking Hook what he thought about Knockout. Scrapper felt he was going to have to calm the anger of Hook, who would certainly see Knockout more as a rival than a colleague] 

*Scrapper sits on the sofa, quite tired, before seeing a data-pad on the table. Scrapper gets up, before approaching the table, and taking the data pad*

Scrapper:  (Hm? A message?)

[Scrapper starts to read what was written on the data-pad, and turns pale]

Scrapper, shocked: What?!

[Scrapper read on, before suddenly seething in anger]

Scrapper, furious: WHAT?!

*Long Haul enters the living room, only to see Scrapper panicking and angry at the same time*

Long Haul, confused: Hey? What is happening?

Scrapper, handing the data-pad to Long Haul, angry: Read that!

*Long Haul picks up the data-pad, before starting to read*

Long Haul, reading: Hi, it’s Scavenger. I just leave you this note to tell you that... *Paled* ...I'm going to Antilla. What? *Reads the next* PS: I'm leaving for three days. Eh?! *Reads the next* PPS: Don't worry about me, I'm with Swindle.

Scrapper, angry: This makes me even more worried!!!

Long Haul, stressed: Well, okay! Calm down! We will find a solution!

Scrapper, panicked: I don't want to find a solution! I want to find Scavenger!

*Bonecrusher, Mixmaster and Hook enter the living room*

Bonecrusher, feeling there is a problem: Yo! What is happening?

Scrapper: Swindle kidnapped Scavenger to take him to Antilla!!!

The other three, horrified: WHAT?!

Long Haul, trying to calm the situation: So no! Nope! Everyone calms down! It's not that!

Hook, seeing the data-pad: What is that? * Takes the data-pad from Long Haul, and reads* ... *Enraged* BUT FRAG HE'S COMPLETELY STUPID!!!

Bonecrusher and Mixmaster, trying to take the data-pad: What?! What?! *Bonecrusher grabs it and Mixmaster reads over his shoulders* HUH?!!

Scrapper, in a panic: We have to go get him!

Hook, angrily: I'm going to kill Swindle!

Bonecrusher, furious: No, me!

Mixmaster, crying: Scavyyyyyyyy!!!

Long Haul, exclaimes: OH!

*Everyone becomes silent*

Long Haul, sighing: Well... I'm going to take command just for this situation, because sorry Scrapper, but you're non-objective at all. We'll go see Megatron, and explain our problem to him. 

[However, Scavenger was seated next to Swindle in the Black-Market ship now heading for the Space Bridge. They passed the space bridge, before they felt the ship begin to land, and heard the captain of the ship]

The Captain, announcing over the loudspeakers: We have arrived at Antilla! If you have slaves, especially check that they are well attached. I wish I didn't get bit again, thanks in advance.

[Scavenger smiles nervously, before looking at Swindle who gives him a thumbs up with a smile, then stands up]

Swindle: We go?

Scavenger: Oh! Yeah!

Swindle: Above all, stay close to me.

[Swindle took Scavenger's hand, before the two exited the ship. Swindle had to admit that at first, he was a little nervous about bringing Scavenger with him. But now he was happy, because it meant he could spend time with Scavenger, without having Scrapper on his back]

Swindle: Let's go! It's going to be fun! 

[However, Scrapper and Long Haul, because Scrapper was always non-objective, had gone to see Megatron, to explain the situation to him]

Megatron, sighing: Primus... Tell me it's a nightmare...

Long Haul, handing the data-pad to Megatron: Unfortunately, we have this letter proving Scavenger's reckless action.

Megatron, taking the data-pad: ... *Reads* ... *Sighs* Soundwave.

Soundwave: Yes?

Megatron: Ask Onslaught to come.

Soundwave: Alright.

[Soundwave called Onslaught, and Megatron tapped his fingers in irritation on the arm of the throne, before sighing. Megatron give the datapad back to Long Haul, and Onslaught entered at the same time]

Onslaught: Did you call me?

Megatron: Yes, approach.

Onslaught, stepping forward: What's going on? *Sees Scrapper looking anxious* Scrapper? *Worried* Are you okay?

Long Haul: Let's say we have a problem.

Onslaught: What problem?

Megatron: Apparently, Scavenger followed Swindle to Antilla.

Onslaught, shocked: What?!

Scrapper: We have to go get him!

Onslaught: I'm going!

Scrapper: Me too!

Megatron: No! Calm down! I'm not going to let go of the only and best architect of the Decepticons, not to mention the leader and strategist of the Combaticons! I will send someone else!

Onslaught: Who?

Megatron: ... *Thinks * ...Hm... Ah! Sound wave!

Soundwave: Huh? You want me to go?

Megatron: What?! No! I want you to contact whoever is going!

Soundwave: Oh! Who do you want me to contact?

Megatron: Call Barricade! 

[However, Blast Off finally managed to see the planet and sighed]

Blast Off:  (They must be really stupid to put the space bridge so far from their planet!)

[Blast Off already sensed that this was going to be a very painful mission. But at the same time, the fact that it takes him away from his team suited him very well too]

Blast Off:  (Maybe I should extend this trip...)

???: Aaaaah! Attention!!!

[Blast Off suddenly saw a strange flying saucer alternate mode heading straight for him, and he had no time to dodge him when the two collided brutally. Blast Off transformed back into his root mode from shock and surprise, as did the other robot, both trying to re-stabilize]

???, turning with Blast Off with panic: SORRY!!!

Blast Off, angry: Shut up!!! I'm trying to concentrate!!!

[Blast Off grabbed the other robot by the waist, who luckily was smaller than him, before activating his thrusters to stabilize himself. The two stopped spinning, and Blast Off released the robot. He could better see the face of the one who was driving stupidly. It was a green and yellow robot, with a yellow protective mask and a blue visor, as well as a red helmet]

???:  Whew! Sorry again! My name is Cosmos! 

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[Blast Off scowled at Cosmos, and sighed in irritation]

Blast Off: I didn't ask your name, I don't care. 

Cosmos, embarrassed: Oh... Uhm... Sorry...

[Blast Off nudged Cosmos, who spun around in space, before re-stabilizing with his thrusters. Blast Off attempted to transform back, but one of his wings was twisted which stopped him in his tracks]

Blast Off, angry and reverting to his root mode: Frag! *Turns to Cosmos* You dirty little fool!

Cosmos, pale: Excuse me! Really! I- Uh- I can help you!

Blast Off, bitterly: I wonder how! Fat little robot!

Cosmos, sheepish: I... I'm not that fat...

Blast Off, furious: I don't care! I'll manage! Get out of my way!

[Cosmos stepped aside, and Blast Off continued with its reactors, in order to reach the planet, and Cosmos had an idea]

Cosmos, approaching while flying with his reactors: Hey! Wait! I have a convenient way to get to the planet quickly!

Blast Off: ...How?

*Cosmos pulls out a small remote control*

Cosmos: It's a teleporter! As our space bridge is far away, we use it to go faster! If you don't have one, I'm guessing you're not from here.

Blast Off, coldly: You guess right.

Cosmos: ... *Smiles kindly* Do you want help?

[Cosmos reached out to Blast Off, who looked down at his hand, before looking at the remote. Part of him wanted to smash that little saucer and take the remote control. But luckily his reasoning reminded him that he couldn't act that way on Lithone]

Blast Off, taking Cosmos' hand, grinding it lightly: Yeah.

Cosmos, jumping in pain, and giving a strained smile: Ouch! Ouch! Okay! I'll take you to a doctor too!

Blast Off, darkly: Yeah, do that.

Cosmos: Okay! Let's go!

*The two teleport and arrive in the city*

Cosmos: Good! Come! I'll take you to a doctor I know!

[Cosmos then noticed that they were still holding hands, like Blast Off, and the two quickly pulled it away]

Cosmos, nervous and embarrassed: Come on! It's over there! 

[However, in the comms room, Soundwave was activating comms to call Barricade. Megatron, Scrapper, Long Haul, because once again Scrapper was still non-objective, and Onslaught, were waiting next to Soundwave]

*Telecommunication activates and Barricade appears on screen*

Barricade, smiling: Well? Hi!

Megatron: It's "Hello".

Barricade: What the difference?

Megatron, sighing in irritation: Well, whatever, I have a mission for you.

Barricade: What is it?

Megatron: I would like you to pick up Swindle and Scavenger who gone to Antilla.

Barricade, laughing: Ha! Ha! What Swindle done again?

Scrapper, angry: He has-

Long Haul: Scavenger followed Swindle to Antilla.

Barricade: Hmm? Scavenger is the innocent excavator?

Megatron: Yes.

Barricade, smiling: Ah! Better I go now then! Because this little one is going to get busted by some strange mechs very quickly!

[Scrapper paled at this announcement, and Onslaught put a comforting hand on his shoulder]

Onslaught: Don't worry.

Barricade: Alright, I'll go. But tell me, how much are you paying me to bring them back?

[Barricade was considered a Decepticon, but as you could say... Part-time... He didn't really participate in the war, but wasn't with the Autobots. Barricade was mostly there to search for defecting Decepticons with a chance of being picked up, unlike the DJD whose mission was to kill them. But Barricade wasn't doing it for free]

Megatron: That will be a good prize.

Barricade: Hmm, hm. How many?

Megatron: 10 000 shanix!

[Barricade's optics widened in surprise, before looking at his comm, and seeming to check that there was nothing wrong, then back to Megatron's gaze]

Barricade, shocked: How many?!

Megatron: 10 000 shanix.

Barricade, smiling greatly: Ha! Ha! Ha! With pleasure in this case! I'll get them for you! It's always a joy to team up with you, great Megatron!

*Barricade then ends the communication, and Megatron turns to the others*

Megatron: He will bring them back. Barricade has never failed. 

[However, Cosmos and Blast Off arrived in front of a small clinic, and Cosmos knocked on the door. A medical jet opened the door, before seeing Cosmos, and then Blast Off]

Cosmos: Hi Pharma!

Pharma: Have you hurt yourself again?

Cosmos, embarrassed: Oh no... It's...

Blast Off, pointing to Cosmos irritably: That little jerk bumped into me. Now my wing is broken.

Cosmos: Really sorry!!!

Blast Off: Your apologies won't fix me!

Pharma: But my care does. Come in.

[The two entered the clinic with Pharma, and Pharma took his equipment, before motioning for Blast Off to sit on the repair table, which Blast Off did]

Pharma, starting to fix Blast Off: How did you do that, Cosmos.

Cosmos: I hit a space rock while I was flying, and I started spinning like a top without stopping.

Pharma, laughing at Blast Off: Ah well, fortunately you were on his way.

[Blast Off then gave him a terrible look and Pharma smiled nervously before continuing to fix him, coughing in embarrassment]

Pharma:  (Hm, hm. Alright...)

Cosmos: To apologize, uh... What's your name?

Blast Off: You don't have to know.

Cosmos: Ooh! Come on! I would like to invite you to eat, to apologize!

Blast Off: And are you going to pay for the repairs too?

Cosmos: Of course!

[Blast Off then began to think. Maybe he could take advantage of it so he wouldn't have to use the shanixs were given, and could keep them. In case if one day he wanted to leave]

Blast Off: Hm... Alright. And you also offer me a place to sleep!

Cosmos: Yes, of course! That's the lesser of it!

Blast Off, grinning evilly: (Ha! Ha! Convenient!) Well, my name is Blast Off. 

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[Swindle and Scavenger had arrived outside a bar, and Scavenger was feeling a little nervous] 

Swindle, smiling: Don't worry, if you stay close to me nothing will happen to you. I'm going to haggle with mechs, you can take the opportunity to drink something.

Scavenger, smiling in turn: Oh! Yes! Okay!

*The two enter it, and everyone turns when they see them. Scavenger hiding slightly behind Swindle out of reflex*

Some bar mechs: Swindle!!! It has been a long time!!!

Swindle: Hello!!! I’m so happy to see you again!

Mech 1: Your slave is cute!

Scavenger, paled: What I-

Swindle: He's not a slave he's... My partner!

Mech 2: You? Team up with someone?! It seems to me that once you tried with Lockdown, and that it ended badly!

Swindle: "Badly ended" you so exaggerate!

???: But yes, it didn't end so badly.

[Swindle suddenly tensed, giving a tight smile, before turning his head to see Lockdown. Scavenger saw that one of this robot's hands was a hook, and looked away, because this robot scared him]

Swindle, nervous: Lockdoooown! Hi! How is it going?

Lockdown, smiling oddly: Wonderfully well. And you?

Swindle, smiling nervously: Oh, you know! Nothing in particular! I'm just happy coming here!

Lockdown: Ooh? Are you going to stay a month like last time?

Swindle:  Oh no, only three days.

Lockdown: Too bad. *To Swindle's audio-receiver* I found this month with you very pleasant.

Swindle, blushing in embarrassment: Ha! Ha! Stop joking at me! 

Lockdown, smirking: Me, Swiny, never. If you have time, I would love to spend it with you.

Swindle, blushing: We'll see!

*Lockdown nods with a smile, before heading to the bar counter, while Scavenger looks at Swindle in dismay*

Scavenger:  (Huh?! That's his type of mech?!) *Looks himself briefly in one of the bar windows* (But I have no chance... I'm not cool or sultry like this Lockdown...) *Lowers his head sadly* (Besides... Swindle still seems to like him...)

Swindle, coughing slightly in embarrassment: Do you want to sit at a table, Scavenger?

Scavenger, disturbed: Ah! Well yes...

Swindle: Are you okay?

Scavenger: Hum...

*Scavenger sits at one of the tables, and Swindle sits across from him*

Scavenger, embarrassed: ...He's... Who's Lockdown?

Swindle: Oh! My last partner! We teamed up together once!

Scavenger: And uh...that's...

Swindle: Oh yeah! He is my ex-sparkmate!

[Scavenger froze at this announcement, and gave a tight smile]

Swindle, taking Scavenger's hand: But you know! It's been a while! He no longer interests me! Then we bothering the business of each other, it was terrible!

Scavenger, pouts: He... He still seems to interest you...

Swindle, whispering: Not really. It's just a game I'm playing, to see if I can get any information from him!

Scavenger: Ah...

[Scavenger wasn't thrilled though, because that meant Swindle was definitely going to flirt with Lockdown, and Scavenger really didn't like the idea]

Scavenger , sadly :  (Maybe I made a mistake...) 

[However, Pharma had finished repairing Blast Off's wing]

Pharma: Good! It's fixed! On the other hand, I advise you not to fly for a while.

Blast Off: How much concretely?

Pharma, shrugging: Two, three days.

Blast Off: (Hm... A reason to come back to the Decepticons later.) Alright.

Cosmos, embarrassed: Oh... I hope nobody waiting you elsewhere...

Blast Off: Not especially. Even if at the base I was only supposed to stay one night.

Cosmos: You can stay with at my home as long as you want!

Blast Off, surprised: Your home?

Cosmos, scratching his helmet in embarrassment: Well yes. I can't really afford a hotel for three days.

[Blast Off looked Cosmos up and down, before giving him a cold look]

Blast Off: Could I even get into your house? Fat little robot?

Cosmos, indignant: I'm not fat! And my name is Cosmos! *Crosses arms, pouting* And, yes! You can! I had a former roommate the same size as you!

Pharma: Well, that's a problem who is solve, I guess.

Blast Off: Yeah...

Cosmos: May I invite you to eat?

Blast Off: First I have to go to Transactiona.

Pharma: Hmm? Are you a merchant?

Blast Off: ...Huh?

Cosmos: They are the ones who exchange us valuables or other things for energon.

Pharma: If you don't know that, maybe you're not a merchant.

Blast Off: I'm replacing one.

Cosmos: Oh! So, you've never been here?!

Blast Off: Never.

Cosmos: I'll show you around then!

Blast Off: ... *Sighs wearily* Yeah... We'll see.

Cosmos: Ah, that wasn't a no.

Blast Off: It will quickly become one, if you insist.

Cosmos: But I didn't.

Blast Off: I warn in advance, because I feel that is what you will do.

Pharma, laughing: Ha! Ha! He got you right!

Cosmos, pouting: Oh... Pff...

Pharma: Anyway, enough chatter! Get out, other patients are probably waiting!

Cosmos: Oh! Yes! Let's go! Are you coming, Blast Off? I'll show you where the Transactiona is!

Blast Off: You say that as if I had a choice.

[The two walked out of the clinic, Cosmos waving goodbye to Pharma, who waved back, before closing the door. Pharma watched them leave from his window, before giving a sinister smile]

Pharma:  (It's been a long time since I've seen a military shuttle. I wonder if he 'd be happy to hear that one of his potential former subjects is on the same planet as him?)

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[Swindle stood up, motioning to Scavenger that he was going to take some energon cubes. Swindle approached the counter where Lockdown was, Lockdown was sat at one of the stools, and Scavenger crossed his arms in displeasure] 

Scavenger , pouting :  (Pff! It's mainly an excuse to go see your "ex-sparkmate who no longer interests you, but you're still going to flirt with him"!)

*Swindle sits down on a stool next to Lockdown*

Swindle, to barmech: Two energon cubes please.

Lockdown, to Swindle: So? Tell me? How is your new "partner"?

Swindle, smirking: Hm? In which way?

Lockdown: Oh? So, he is your new sparkmate?

Swindle, taking the energon cubes: Aaah~! Maybe~!

[Lockdown began to smile, before encircling Swindle's waist with his hook, and bringing his face closer to Swindle's]

Lockdown, smirking: You wouldn't try to make me jealous~.

Swindle, smiling: Why would I?

*Lockdown laughs, before bringing his face closer to Swindle's, and Scavenger suddenly stands up*

Scavenger, angrily: No!

[Swindle turned in surprise to Scavenger, who gave him a terrible angry look, before glaring at Lockdown]

Scavenger, furious: Don't touch him!

Lockdown: Hm~? *Pulls Swindle closer to him* Come and stop me!

Swindle, embarrassed: Uh... mechs, wait.

[Scavenger walks up to Lockdown and Swindle, very angry, before releasing Lockdown's hook from Swindle's waist, and grabbing Swindle's arm to pull him towards him]

Lockdown, smirking: A very jealous sparkmate we have there.

Swindle, laughing nervously: Ah! Ha! Ha! Young mechs are possessive!

[Scavenger pouted, before letting go of Swindle's arm, who looked at Scavenger in confusion and embarrassment]

Scavenger, whispering: You suck...

[At these words, Scavenger stalked off to exit the bar, and Swindle widened his optics with shock, before running after Scavenger]

Swindle: Don't leave without me!

*Swindle walks out of the bar, but can't find Scavenger*

Swindle , pale :  (Oh frag !!!) 

[However, Blast Off and Cosmos were heading towards the Transactiona, and arrived there, before entering it. They approached a kiosk, where a Trader greeted them]

Trader: Hello! What can I do for you?

Blast Off, pulling weapons out of his subspace: I'd like to trade his weapons for energon.

[Blast Off was still upset that Megatron didn't explain to him how to make deals with Lithone, as it meant he now had to bear with Cosmos]

Trader: Yes! No problem! Do you already have an account?

Blast Off: Hm... (The information, Megatron! The information is important!)

[Blast Off then thought to himself that there was no way Soundwave hadn't given him anything, and noticed that in the card he had been given, there was a strange symbol, which was not the Decepticons']

Blast Off: ... *Shrugs and shows map* That.

Trader: Oh! Yes! Very well! I'll take your weapons, and bring you the energon!

Blast Off: Could you keep it on the account? I plan to stay here for three days.

Trader: Ah! No problem! *Holds out a data-pad * Please just sign this data-pad, and give the same symbol the next time you come.

Blast Off: Alright.

[After signing the data-pad, Blast Off and Cosmos exited Transactiona, and Cosmos turned to Blast Off, smiling]

Blast Off: Stop smiling.

Cosmos, shocked: Hey?! How do you know I'm smiling?!

Blast Off: I live with three mechs with protective masks, you can't hide your expressions with me, even with that.

Cosmos: Three mechs? It must be fun!

Blast Off: Actually, there are four of them, and it's not fun at all.

Cosmos: ...Do you want to eat, or go home to rest a bit?

Blast Off: ...Let's eat.

Cosmos: Great! I know a good restaurant!

[The two walked towards a crowded area, and the two walked into the crowd. But unlike Blast Off, Cosmos wasn't very tall, and he soon lost sight of Blast Off]

Cosmos, lost: Ah! Uh-

[Suddenly, he felt someone take his hand, before seeing that it was Blast Off, and the latter pulled him up, before taking him in his arms]

Cosmos, blushing: Hey?! Hey! Let go of me!

Blast Off: So that you get lost in the crowd? No thanks. I've wasted enough time because of you.

Cosmos, pouting: What a waste of time? You have to stay here three days!

Blast Off: Whose fault?

Cosmos:  *Pouts*

Blast Off: So stop complaining.

Cosmos , blushing with embarrassment :  (It's still embarrassing!) 

[However, Swindle was desperately looking for Scavenger, but absolutely couldn't find him! Okay! Maybe he shouldn't have flirted with Lockdown! But frag, it was hard to let go of bad habits!]

Swindle , panicked :  (It's not possible! Where is he?!)

[Swindle was sure of one thing! Scavenger alone meant Scavenger in pieces or as a slave! At no time Scavenger can survive this long without him!!!]

Swindle:  (FRAG !!!)

[Swindle suddenly felt someone tap his shoulder, and screamed in terror, he was so tense that he pulling his cannon out of his subspace and aiming it at whoever had touch him]

Barricade: Well? That's a welcome.

Swindle, surprised: Barricade?!

Barricade, smiling: Hi! How are you?

Swindle: I'm glad to see you! What brings you?

Barricade: Well, you, actually! Ah! Also, Scavenger!

Swindle, confused: Why?

Barricade, smiling: My mission is to bring you back to the Nemesis. Let's just say that the others didn't like you leaving with Scavenger! By the way, where is he?

Swindle : *Paled*

Barricade: Swindle.

Swindle:  *Looks away*

Barricade: Swindle where's Scavenger?

Swindle: I lost him.

Barricade: ...

Swindle: ...

Barricade:  ...Swindle, you completely fuck up.

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[The Constructicons were in their quarter, sitting on the couch, and Bonecrusher and Mixmaster were trying to reassure Scrapper as best they could. But it was complicated]

Bonecrusher: Don't worry about him! He's not a sparkling!

Mixmaster: Yes! Maybe, he's having fun.

Hook, sarcastically: Sure, it's so much fun to get torn apart.

[Scrapper put his face in his hands in sadness, as Bonecrusher punched the back of Hook's helmet]

Hook, indignant and angry: Hey!

Bonecrusher, angry: Shut up!

Long Haul: Let's assume that Barricade will find him. Do not worry. I wouldn't say Barricade has a good reputation, but he is good at what he does. 

[However, Swindle and Barricade returned to the bar, and Swindle noticed that Lockdown is no longer there. Barricade, meanwhile, looked around, before turning to Swindle]

Barricade: Where were you sitting?

Swindle, pointing to where Scavenger was sitting: Here.

[Barricade stared at the place for a moment, before slamming the table hard with his hand. Everyone jumped in surprise, but more because of the noise than because of what Barricade was doing. They knew him, they pretty much knew how he proceed]

Barricade: Alright, follow me.

[Swindle nodded, and they exited the bar, before starting to walk in a specific direction]

Swindle: You know, I have always been captivated by your way of finding others!

Barricade: Hm, hm.

[Barricade wasn't really responding, he was way too focused on following something only he seemed to see. They stopped in front of a wall, and Barricade punched him again, before a silence fell, as if analyzing]

Barricade: ...Scrap.

Swindle, worried: What?

Barricade: Scavenger was struck on this wall, and I feel waves other than his that take him away.

Swindle, in a panic: What?! Where?! Where?!

Barricade: ...This way. Follow me.

[The two walked towards a building that looked abandoned, and they approached it, before Barricade knocked on the door]

Barricade, smiling: Knock! Knock! Knock! There is someone?

Swindle: What are you doing?

*Barricade smiles while motioning for Swindle to shush*

Barricade: Well! It’s strange! I'm sure someone is watching us from behind the door. You allow, I check!

[Suddenly, Barricade thrust his arm through the door, like a ghost, before pulling a mech out of the door, which fell backwards]

Mech, shocked: What?!

Barricade, smiling: Hi. We're looking for an excavator, can you tell me where he is?

Mech: The door- How do you-

Swindle: Who cares, mech! Tell me where Scav is!

Mech: Who is Scav?! Leave me!

[Barricade suddenly grabbed the mech by the neck, before lifting him off the ground, grinning angrily]

Barricade, smiling darkly: You're wasting my time. So, talk or I grind your limbs in a compressor, before I rip your spark off.

Mech, terrified: Ah! I- An excavator- I- Yes! In the basement starting to the left!

*Barricade lets go of the mech, before grabbing his helmet, and smashing it into the wall several times*

Swindle: You're not using your blaster?

Barricade, dusting his hands: No. I'm angry and I needed to calm myself.

Swindle: Angry? Why?

Barricade: Because I thought it would be an easy mission. But no, since you've lost the reason I will be paid. I don't like races against the clock.

[At these words, Barricade ghosted through the door, before Swindle hears a clicking sound from inside, and the door opened]

Barricade, smiling: After you my dear.

Swindle, laughing: Too kind.

*Swindle enters, and the they start heading for the stairs, before heading down*

[But suddenly, mechs with blasters appeared at the end of the stairs, before aiming at them, and firing. Barricade grabbed Swindle's hand, and the shots went through them]

Barricade, to Swindle: I like you Swindle. But there you are a bit useless.

Swindle, outraged: “Useless”?! I know how to fight!

Barricade, smirking: No. You know *Makes quotes with his other hand* "fight". But that's okay, let's get through these mechs, and take your *Requotes* "Scav".

Swindle: Stop doing those quotes.

[Barricade laughs, shrugging, before starting down the end of the stairs with Swindle, still holding his hand, and getting through the attacks]

Attacker: What is the frag?!

*Barricade and Swindle arrive in front of the cells, and Barricade notices one closed, but with no one in it, and suddenly pushes Swindle, pushing him through the cage*

Swindle, shocked: Hey?!

Barricade: Stay here! I'll be back. I just go destroy them.

[Barricade then leaves, and Swindle couldn't see what was going on, other than hearing blasters, screams, before hearing only silence]

Barricade, returning covered with energon: Here I am back!

Swindle, paled: You are really angry at me?

Barricade, smiling: Swindle please. If I was really mad at you, I would have snatched the spark from you.

*Barricade walk through the cell, before grabbing Swindle's arm, and dragging him out of the jail*

Swindle, smiling nervously: You know Barricade I like you, but sometimes you freak me out.

Barricade, shrugging his shoulders, smiling: Ah! That happen!

[They walked towards the cells, and saw some robots, either hiding from them, terrified, or begging for help. But Barricade and Swindle pretended not to see them, and continued their way]

Barricade: But tell me. How did you manage to lose him?

Swindle, scratching his helmet in embarrassment: Well... I flirted a little with Lockdown, and Scavenger took it the wrong way...

Barricade: Ah, I hadn't realized that "Scav" and you were together.

Swindle: We're not really. *Blushes slightly* At least not yet...

Barricade: At the same time, you're stupid to flirt with your ex in front of your crush, are you stupid, or are you stupid?

Swindle, outraged: Hey!

Barricade: Well, if you ever find out about Lockdown's new mission, let me know.

Swindle, putting his hands on his hips: Didn't you just tell me not to?

Barricade: Not in front of Scavenger anyway. Which you'll be able to do very easily, since he's not here...

Swindle, shocked: What?!

Barricade, stopping: We're coming to the end of the prison... And he's not in any cell...

[Swindle put his hands on his helmet in panic. If he wasn't there, then that only meant one thing! Scavenger had been sold!!!] 

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[Swindle began to panic, before turning towards Barricade]

Swindle: We have to find him!!!

Barricade, annoyed and ironic: No, Really?

Swindle, panicked: Now is not the time to be sarcastic, Barricade! We have to find him!!!

[Barricade angrily rolled his optics, before slamming into one of the walls with his fist]

Barricade: ...Good. Follow me.

[Swindle followed Barricade as he started to leave, and felt his spark tighten in fear. He had been stupid! He had been so stupid!]

Swindle:  (Please Scavenger, hold on! I'm coming!)

[However, Blast Off and Cosmos were sitting face to face in the restaurant, and Blast Off was looking out of the window, bored]

Blast Off: (It's fragged long this wait.)

Cosmos, looking aside in embarrassment: Uh... Hmm... Else. What do you do in life?

Blast Off, coldly: It's none of your business.

Cosmos: (Pff... Waouw...) Well, could you make an effort to make an interesting conversation?

Blast Off, looking condescendingly at Cosmos: But you speak very well to yourself.

Cosmos, crossing his arms: Very well then! What I do as a job is space cleaner.

Blast Off: ...Do you remove rubbish that may bother others?

Cosmos: Hey! I'm talking to myself, don't interrupt me! But you can join the conversation if you tell me what you're doing!

[Blast Off looked at Cosmos in surprise, before huffing a laugh, and smiling]

Blast Off: Intelligent.

[Cosmos didn't know why, but managing to make Blast Off smile made him smile too]

Cosmos: So? What do you do in life?

Blast Off: ...Transport.

Cosmos: Oh... Yes, at the same time you came to make transactions. I'm dumb.

Blast Off, smiling mischievously: No, you just are once in a while.

Cosmos, laughing falsely indignantly: Hey!

[The energon dishes then arrived, and Cosmos clapped his hands, smiling]

Cosmos: Come on! As I told you, I invite you!

Blast Off, smirking: I hope so. That's why I took the most expensive dish.

Cosmos, smiling nervously: Whaaat?!

Blast Off: No, I'm kidding. *Showing the menu and his meal* I took this.

Cosmos, pouting: Do you think that funny?!

Blast Off, smiling amused: Yes. A bit.

[Cosmos crossed his arms, not without a smile of amusement. Well... He still found Blast Off kind of nice]

Cosmos:  (Just kind of nice.) 

[In the ship, Kickback finally came back to the Insecticon district, having enjoyed walking around as he wanted. Kickback would have liked to see Drag Strip again... Just like that. But... Not that he hadn't found the courage. Not that he needed it. But actually, he didn't want to see Drag Strip that much...]

*Kickback opens the door, and walks in to see Shrapnel and Bombshell sitting on the couch. Shrapnel watching television, and Bombshell reading a data-book*

Shrapnel, turning to Kickback: Well then? What were you doing ~doing~?

Kickback: I was enjoying my regaining freedom! What question. 

Bombshell: What did you do with your freedom?

Kickback: I walked around! Oh, and I met the new doctor! He seems nice!

Shrapnel: How did you meet him? I didn't see you at his presentation ~presentation~.

Kickback: I saw him arrived, with the Stunticons. And, Bombshell, I don't want any comments.

Bombshell: ... *Shrugs*

[Kickback didn't know why... But he felt like something was wrong...]

Kickback: Uh... How was the presentation?

Shrapnel: Really boring ~boring~.

Kickback: And for you Bombshell?

Bombshell: I... I wasn't there...

Kickback, curious: Why?

[Bombshell then looked furtively at Shrapnel, before looking again at his data-book]

Bombshell, uncomfortable: I didn't particularly want to come...

Shrapnel: ...Where you were ~were~?

Bombshell, clutching the data-book: Are you interrogating me again?

Shrapnel, annoyed: No. I'm asking you a question ~question~.

Bombshell, annoyed: I find your questions intrusive.

Shrapnel, frustrated: For you everything is intrusive.

Bombshell, frowning in anger: When someone starts forcing to me something I don’t want to do, yes.

Shrapnel, angrily: I thought you weren't angry at me ~me~!

Kickback, confused: Uh... Guys?

Bombshell:  *Puts his databook in front of his face*

Shrapnel, angrily: Stop ignoring me ~me~! *Grabs the databook*

Bombshell, angrily: Let that!

Shrapnel, furious: Where were you?! With Brawl?! When I think about it, he wasn't there either! So what?! You sold yourself to him like a shareware-

[Bombshell suddenly slapped Shrapnel's cheek, to Kickback's stunned gaze, who really didn't understand what was going on. Shrapnel held his cheek in amazement, before looking at Bombshell, who was clearly hurt by what he had just said]

Bombshell, darkly: You don't have to tell me who I'm allowed to be with. You have no right to insult me like this. You have no right to touch me. You have no right to anything over me. Leave me alone.

[At these words, Bombshell stood up, before angrily leaving the room, and Shrapnel stood up, before running after Bombshell]

Shrapnel: Eh! Wait ~wait~!

[Kickback watched them go, still confused about what just happened, before following them too]

Kickback: Oh! But what is going on?!

[Shrapnel managed to catch up to Bombshell, and grab his arm, but Bombshell pulled him away, buzzing his wings]

Bombshell, coldly: Don't touch me.

Shrapnel: Wait! I am sorry! I regret ~regret~!

Bombshell, angry: With you it's always like that! You regret, then you do the same thing again or worse! Leave me alone! I do not want to talk to you anymore!

Kickback, arriving: Hey! Mechs! Calm down! What is happening?!

Shrapnel, angrily: It’s not your business ~business~!

Bombshell, crossing his arms: Really better.

Shrapnel, furious: Shut up ~up~!

Bombshell, raising his hands, and turning to leave: Fine! Perfect! I shut up, and I am leaving too!

Kickback, looking in dismay: But- Wait-

[But Bombshell is gone, and Kickback looked at Shrapnel, who angrily punched the wall, before turning to head back to their quarter. Kickback looked left and right in immense confusion, not knowing what to do] 

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[Scavenger blinked his optics with a throbbing pain in his CPU, before straightening up, and looking around in confusion] 

Scavenger:  (I- Where am I?)

[Suddenly fear crept into his spark, as he realized he was in a cell]

Scavenger, panicked: (Where am I???)

*Scavenger gets up to approach the bars, and puts his hands on them, before suddenly getting an electric shock, and backwards*

[Scavenger gets to his feet in pain, before seeing someone approaching him, and widen his optics with shock as he realizes it was...]

Scavenger, stunned: Lockdown...

Lockdown, smirking: Hi, jealous sparkmate.

Scavenger, frowning in fear: Where am I?!

Lockdown: In my ship.

Scavenger: Huh?

Lockdown: I'm taking you with me, to bargain with Swindle.

Scavenger: To b-bargain? I am not a commodity!

Lockdown: In Antilla, it's much easier to become one than you think.

[At these words, Lockdown laughed sinisterly, before leaving, heading for the control room]

Lockdown , grinning evilly :  (Now I just have to find Swindle.) 

[Swindle and Barricade had arrived at the ships area, and Barricade frowned]

Barricade: Scavenger has been put onto a ship.

Swindle: Huh? So, we have to hurry even more!

Barricade: There... it's going to be difficult. I can't track anyone in space.

Swindle, bewildered: Why?!

Barricade: There are no vibrations and waves in space.

[Swindle made a terribly distressed face, before sitting down on the ground by spite and despair. Who knew where Scavenger was now... Barricade, meanwhile, looked up at the sky, before frowning, then walking away, but Swindle didn't even notice, he was so despair]

Swindle , grieved :  (By my fault Scavenger is most certainly dead...)

[A little-ship then lands, and the cargo bay opened, revealing Lockdown, who then spotted Swindle]

Lockdown:  (Well, I was going to go get him, but it seems he made my job easier. Well, I wouldn't have to use my plotter.)

*Lockdown approaches Swindle, who stands up in surprise upon seeing him*

Lockdown, smirking: I didn't expect you to care about that excavator so much.

Swindle, sputtering: Huh?! H-How do you-?!

Lockdown: I found him before he got sold. He's in my ship.

Swindle, pointing to the little-ship: There?

Lockdown: No up there. You know, so I don't lose him on my way to get you.

Swindle, relieved: Oh! Thanks a lot!

Lockdown: But please. Let's go.

*Lockdown takes Swindle's hand, and Swindle looks slightly around, wondering where Barricade has gone. The two enter the little-ship, before takes off*

[Barricade, meanwhile, watched the ship take off, before switching to his alternate mode, then rolling back to his own. He had felt Lockdown's little-ship coming, because he had felt Scavenger's waves in it. And honestly, Barricade really didn't believe in this help that Lockdown had offered. Really not!]

Barricade:  (What twisted new plan does he have in mind?!) 

[However, Lockdown was steering the little-ship in order to head towards his larger ship, and Swindle was sitting in the co-pilot's seat]

Swindle: How did you know Scavenger was in trouble?

Lockdown: (I was the one who ask some mechs to kidnap him.) Found him by chance honestly, but I know you like him, so I took him with me.

Swindle: ...

[Swindle didn't know why, but there was something bothering him. Not the fact that Lockdown was nice, well, yes, it was weird, but with Swindle, he had been rather pleasant. If we forgot their many mutual low blows, where Lockdown immediately became less sympathetic]

Lockdown: Ah! We arrived!

[The little-ship slotted into the larger one, and Lockdown opened the cargo bay, before exiting, followed by Swindle. Farther from the large ship, Barricade was also arriving with his own. He made it invisible, before landing on Lockdown's ship, then exiting his ship, and going through the roof]

Barricade:  (Well... Now the idea is to be discreet.)

[Swindle and Lockdown arrived at the control room, and Swindle looked around for Scavenger]

Lockdown, smirking: Follow me.

*Swindle follows Lockdown, before arriving in a room, with a cell, and Swindle turns pale when he sees...*

Swindle, bewildered: Scavenger?! 

Scavenger: Swindle!

Swindle, to Lockdown:  But- Why do you-

Lockdown, smiling evilly: Oh, come on Swiny. It's pretty obvious, I'm going to blackmail you.

Swindle, furious: What?! What’s wrong with you?! I have nothing to offer!

Lockdown: Technically yes, you will serve me for one of my missions.

Swindle, looking at Scavenger then Lockdown: I don't get it.

Lockdown, smirking: Follow me, I'll explain.

[Swindle looked at Scavenger in fear, but more for Scavenger than for himself, as Lockdown took his hand, leading him back to the command center. Scavenger watched them go, helplessly, and he had a terrible urge to cry at that moment]

*Lockdown and Swindle return to the control room, and Swindle angrily snaps Lockdown's hand*

Swindle, furious: Can you explain to me what's going on now?!

Lockdown: Yes, of course, Swiny.

Swindle: Stop it! What is this mission?! Speak!

Lockdown: Actually, I technically have to kidnap a Decepticon.

Swindle, confused and shocked: Why? Ah- That's why you took Scav-

Lockdown: Not at all. I only use him as a means of blackmail against you. I had another means of blackmail, but I admit that this excavator is much more efficient.

Swindle: Why are you asking me to do that?!

Lockdown, grinning evilly : Because this Decepticon is on the same ship as you, and I'm counting on you to bring him to me. In exchange, I'll give you back Scavenger.

Swindle, bewildered: And how do I kidnap this Decepticon?! Why don't you do that by yourself?!

Lockdown: And risk to fight Megatron if I fail in my discretion? No thanks. In addition, I would be caught directly because they know me a little too well among the Decepticons. That's why I need a spy. All you have to do is get that Decepticon out of the Nemesis.

[Swindle clenched his fists in anger, before turning his head to the room where Scavenger was locked away, and looking back at Lockdown]

Swindle, annoyed: Who's the one you want to kidnap?

Lockdown, smiling evilly: Bombshell. 

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*Swindle looks at Lockdown in shock*

Swindle, shocked: Bombshell?! Why?! 

Lockdown: Oh, it suits me you seem to know him, and he's the one I have to kidnap, I just told you.

Swindle: I asked you why!

Lockdown, shrugs: I was paid for.

Swindle: By who?!

Lockdown, thinking: Hm... How do the Insecticons name their colony leader? Ah yes, Gyinawez!

Swindle, confused: ...Huh?

Lockdown: The Gyinawez of the colony of Bombshell paid me to capture him.

Swindle: W-Why?

Lockdown, smiling, amused: Because he's a criminal, what a question!

[Swindle didn't really know how to react. Some Decepticons had certainly done some not very moral things. But Bombshell?! Were we talking about the same person?! Certainly, Swindle had been able to experience that Bombshell could be terrible when he was angry... But not at the point to being wanted!]

Swindle, disturbed: What crime did he commit?

Lockdown: You seem no believe what I'm telling you.

Swindle: I just want to know.

Lockdown:  What was it again? Oh yeah! Kidnapping of two other Insecticons, and assassination attempt on the Gyinawez. Apparently, he has mind control Capacity, and would have forced those Insecticons to follow him. He would also have used them to try to kill the Gyinawez.

Swindle: (Huh? The two Insecticons would be Shrapnel and Kickback? But they seemed totally free of their mind... Besides...) Yet, from what I understood, they had lost their colony.

Lockdown: I don't care what you heard. My mission still the same. But let's get serious, Swindle. If Bombshell can control people, don't you think he can give them false memories too?

Swindle, paled: ...I...I guess... (Would...Would Brawl be in danger with him?!)

Lockdown: So? You take him to me away from the ship, and I'll return Scavenger to you. Do you accept? *Laughs* Oops! Sorry! You have to accept!

Barricade, pointing his blaster against Lockdown: And for wich reason?

[Swindle and Lockdown turned to Barricade, and Lockdown widened his optics with shock, before frowning when he saw that Scavenger was free, next to Barricade. Swindle was surprised, before smiling in relief]

Barricade, still aiming at Lockdown, smirking: Too bad~!

[Barricade then fired at Lockdown, who dodged the attack, and saw Swindle ran towards Scavenger, before taking his hand, then running away. Barricade continued firing, before follow them, and Lockdown shriek in rage]

Lockdown, enraged: YOU GLITCH!!!

[The three ran as fast as they can, before Barricade grabbed Scavenger and Swindle's hands, and starts going through all the walls, before getting out of the ship]

Barricade: Quick! In my ship!

[They start heading towards Barricade's ship, before Lockdown's little-ship appears out of nowhere, and begins firing. Especially against Barricade, but the latter was going through all the shots]

Barricade, to Scavenger and Swindle: Run! Run!

[Scavenger and Swindle reached the ship, and Barricade came a little further. But suddenly, one of the shots hit Barricade in the stomach, and Barricade widened his optics with shock, before collapsing]

Lockdown, from ship 's speakers: What a pity, Barricade! See, I hate you so much, that I researched you, and I found out there was a metal you couldn't cross!

[Scavenger turns in bewilderment, seeing Barricade not getting up, as Swindle ran to the control panels]

Scavenger, panicked: Wait! Barricade, he’s-

Swindle: No time!

[But Scavenger didn't hear it that way, and got out of the ship, to go get Barricade. Swindle felt compelled to stop the ship, and cursed, before calibrating the weapons instead, so Lockdown wouldn't shoot Scavenger]

Swindle , in a panic :  (Frag! Frag! It's so scrap!!!)

[Scavenger approached Barricade, and began to carry him. Barricade moaned in pain, and gritted his teeth. Honestly, it had been so long since he had hurt himself, that he had forgotten what it felt like. He would have preferred to forget...]

Scavenger: Don't worry! I got you!

[Scavenger managed to drag Barricade to the ship, and Swindle managed to distract Lockdown long enough to prevent him from shooting either Scavenger or Barricade]

Scavenger: It's good take off!

[He didn't have to say it twice to Swindle, who take off the ship quickly into the air, and Lockdown wasted no time in pursuing them, shooting them in a burst of fire]

Scavenger, panicked: What are we doing?!

Swindle, stressed: Uh- I- Barricade, do your invisibility systems working?!

Barricade, sarcastically: I'm dying, and that's all you dare ask me?

Swindle, in furious panic: We'll all die if you don't answer me!!!

Barricade, clenching his teeth in pain: Yeah! It works!

Swindle: And where is it?

Barricade: Euph! A flashing blue button!

[Swindle then pressed the ship's invisibility button, disappearing from view of Lockdown, who angrily banged on his control panel. However, Scavenger looked at Barricade with great concern, before looking around]

Scavenger: Where's your first aid kit?!

Barricade, painfully: I pass through all attacks. Why would I need a first aid kit?

Swindle, sarcastically: Visibly not all of them.

Barricade: Shut up.

Scavenger: All ships have one, but it can change places. That's what Hook taught me.

Swindle: Did he teach you some medicine too?

Scavenger: A little.

Barricade: Should I be reassured or worried?

Scavenger, unconfident: Uh... I... I'm already going to get the repair kit.

[Scavenger got up, before looking around, and started going through some cupboards, before taking the med kit on his head]

Barricade , making an annoyed face :  (I must be worried...)

*Scavenger walks back to Barricade holding his forehead in pain, while carrying the repair kit*

Scavenger: It's good! I can fix you!

*Swindle puts the ship on autopilot, and approaches them*

Swindle: Can I help?

Scavenger: ... *Looks coldly at Swindle* ... *Bitterly* You've done enough, I think.

[Swindle's spark shattered into a thousand pieces at this remark, and he widened his optics with surprise, before looking down at the ground in sadness]

Scavenger, taking one of the medical tools: Move... You're in the way...

[Swindle backed away, returning to the control panel, and clenching his fists in frustration. Suddenly, a strange ping appeared on the control panel, and Swindle widened his optics with shock, when he saw what was written]

-REMEMBER-I-HAVE-ANOTHER-WAY-TO-BLACKMAIL-ON-YOU-SWINY—LOCKDOWN-

*Swindle turns to Scavenger and Barricade, but they don't seem to be looking at him, and Swindle looks at his control panel, before starting to type*

-WHAT-ARE-YOU-TALKING-ABOUT-

[A certain silence settled, before his message faded, to reveal that of Lockdown. A single word. Only one word. Who froze the circuits of Swindle]

-SENATE-

[Swindle froze in terror. This blackmail...was worse. How dare he say it would be less effective?! He had done everything to keep it a secret! How could Lockdown know?! Swindle looked at the control panel, before typing with a shaking hand]

-I-WILL-DO-IT-I-WILL-HELP-YOU-CAPTURE-BOMBSHELL- 

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[Kickback and Shrapnel were sitting on the couch, and Kickback was looking at Shrapnel, before looking at the wall, then at Shrapnel. Kickback did this several times, and Shrapnel ended up getting annoyed]

Shrapnel, annoyed: What ~what~?!

Kickback, embarrassed: Uh... *Looks to the side, before looking at Shrapnel again* What happened? 

Shrapnel: About what ~what~?!

Kickback, frowning in concern: Between you and Bombshell! What was that dispute?!

Shrapnel, scowling: None of your business ~business~!

Kickback, annoyed: Well... A bit anyway!

Shrapnel: It's an argument between two Coleoptera! Then none of your business ~business~!

[Kickback looked at Shrapnel in shock, before putting one of his hands on his chest protector, and stepping forward]

Kickback, indignant and hurt: I'm part of the same colony as you!

Shrapnel, condescendingly laughing: Ha! Because the Gyinawez accepted you after your whole colony died! But let's face it, Kickback, you were never really part of our colony! Sometimes you even had trouble hearing orders ~orders~!

[Kickback looked at Shrapnel with a terribly saddened expression, before lowering his optics in grief. Yes... It's true... He was more successful in grafting himself into the Coleoptera colony, than in integrating into it... But that was no reason to make this remark to him]

Kickback, standing up, angry: Get frag!

*Kickback walks towards the door in anger and sadness, before slamming it angrily on his way out*

Kickback , furious :  (Get fragged! Get fragged!)

*Kickback hits the wall with his foot causing a bump in it, but Kickback doesn't care and continues his way* 

[However, Drag Strip had to say he was quite confused. He hadn't expected this sudden turnaround at all. Knockout had placed himself as the leader, and Motormaster didn't even try to fight him. At the same time, Knockout, as a medic, was too much important to be hurt, and most importantly...he was much stronger than the Stunticons thought]

*Drag Strip is watching Knockout sitting next to Breakdown, watching TV, while Dead End is reading a data-book, and Wildrider is doing... Well, his Wildrider stuff...*

Drag Strip, looking at Motormaster's room: ... (He hasn't been out for a while...) *Smiling* (So much the better!)

[Drag Strip then decided maybe he could go for a walk. He wasn't sleepy yet. Drag Strip stood up, before suddenly being called out]

Knockout: Hey! Where are you going?!

[Drag Strip froze in terror, before looking at Knockout in fear, and clutching his shoulders in fear]

Drag Strip, scared: Uh... I wanted to... Just walk around... But if you don't want to...

Knockout: Huh? No, you can go!

Drag Strip, surprised: Huh?

Knockout, smiling: I'm just asking you what you're going to do, just so I don't wonder where you are! You know it's to avoid worrying me!

Drag Strip: (Worry? For me?) Um...I... Okay...

[Knockout nods kindly, and Drag Strip smiles slightly, before waving goodbye, and walking out]

Drag Strip:  (It's great to have him as a leader!)

[Drag Strip walked quietly down the hallways, feeling truly free, before hearing loud noises in the hallways, and freezing]

Drag Strip:  (What is it?! An intruder?! A monster?!)

*Drag Strip pulls his blaster out of his subspace, before cautiously advancing towards the source of the noise*

Drag Strip, asking in a shaky voice: Is- Is anyone there?

[But, presumably because of the noise, no one answered him, and Drag Strip stepped forward a bit more, before seeing Kickback kicking the wall in frustration]

Drag Strip, confused: Kickback? But what are you doing?

Kickback, surprised: Huh? *Embarrassed* Uh- I- I'm rebuilt the walls!

Drag Strip: ...Hm, hm... Yes of course...

Kickback, nervous: But if I assure you! Don't you find this wall even more beautiful!

Drag Strip: It's even uglier than before. I didn't even know it was possible.

Kickback, laughing: Ha! Ha! Yeah!

Drag Strip: No but for real what do you do?

Kickback, looking at the wall in frustration: I...I had an argument with Shrapnel...

Drag Strip: ...About what?

Kickback, frowning: ...It's complicated...

Drag Strip, falsy dramatic: Please! Answer! Think of that poor wall! Don't make it uglier than it is! Have mercy!

*Kickback starts laughing, before watching Drag Strip, and he smiling sadly*

Kickback: Well...Bombshell and Shrapnel had an argument and... I asked Shrapnel what happened that made them argue...Because it's pretty hard to make Bombshell angry... But when I asked him... he said it was none of my business, because I was not a Coleoptera...

Drag Strip, confused: I'm not sure I understand?

Kickback: ...To put it simply... The Insecticons are several families of insects. You have Coleoptera, Orthoptera, Hymenoptera...etc. Honestly, there are plenty of colonies of Insecticons, so I'm not going to name them all... But in sum, for each of these colonies, there is a Gyinawez.

Drag Strip: ...Okay.

Kickback: One day... The Arachnidas attacked my colony, and my whole colony died, my Gyinawez too. I'm the only one who made it out alive. It was the end of the Orthoptera.

[Drag Strip looked at Kickback in horror, but Kickback didn't take his eyes off the wall]

Kickback: Oh, and Arachnidas aren't Insecticons, before you ask me. This species loves to eat us...

Drag Strip, horrified: This is awful!

Kickback, shrugging: That's how it is. Our colony was weaker than the others, that's why it was destroyed...

Drag Strip: But how did you survive?!

Kickback, thinking: I don't remember too much anymore... It's a bit fuzzy actually... I just remember being taken in by the Coleopteras, and the Gyinawez do a connexion with me, so that I was placed in their colony. *Smiles* That's how I ended up in Bombshell and Shrapnel's band.

Drag Strip, sadly: I'm sorry about your home colony...

Kickback, looking at the wall: Yeah...

Drag Strip: ... *Realizes and frowns in anger* But then if I understand correctly, Shrapnel openly told you that he didn't think you were part of their group?!

Kickback, sadly: Yeah, that's exactly what he told me.

Drag Strip, angry: But what a fragger!

Kickback, smiling: It's nice of you to get mad against Shrapnel for me.

Drag Strip, pouting: How not to be?

Kickback, laughing: You're cute! *Realizes and blushes* I mean- I understood myself!

Drag Strip, surprised: ... *Smiles snidely* But I don't. Please be clearer~!

Kickback, rolling his optics with amusement: Ah! Well, I want find Bombshell. You want to come with me?

Drag Strip: Absolutely! I mean- Yeah...

Kickback, snidely: So? Nice to walk with me?

Drag Strip, blushing with a frown: Pff! Not that much!

Kickback: *Laugh*

[The two walked side by side, and Drag Strip smiled, finding that things were getting better and better for him these days] 

Chapter Text

[Onslaught was having a little trouble sleeping... Well...okay... He was having a lot of trouble to sleep, although it wasn't the first time, it was quite annoying. Onslaught stood up from his charging table, before wearily rubbing his face]

Onslaught:  (Hm... Maybe walking a little would help me...)

[Onslaught exited his room, before exiting the Combaticons district, and walking through the halls. Onslaught walked towards the common room, because he didn't really know where to go, and saw Scrapper on one of the couches]

Onslaught: Scrapper? What are you doing here?

Scrapper, surprised: Huh? Onslaught? And you? 

Onslaught, approaching: Ah, I asked the question first.

Scrapper: I can't sleep...

Onslaught: Is it because of Scavenger?

Scrapper:  *Nods*

Onslaught: Don't worry... *Puts his hand on Scrapper's shoulder* I'm sure he'll be back...

Scrapper, worried: What if Barricade doesn't find him in time?

Onslaught: ... *Points to the couch* Can I sit down?

Scrapper:  *Nods*

Onslaught, sits down the sofa and holding out his arms towards Scrapper: Come here...

[Scrapper looked at Onslaught for a while, before snuggling into his arms, and Onslaught gently hugged Scrapper]

Onslaught: ...I wish I could have done more for you... I should have supervised Swindle better.

Scrapper: And me Scavenger... It's the riskiness of being a leader I guess...

Onslaught: You still seem very worried about Scavenger...

Scrapper: ...He's... He's the youngest and nicest of the group... It's normal that I worry about him...

Onslaught: ...Scrapper... There's something else, right?

Scrapper: ... *Pulls away slightly from the embrace* ...I technically adopted him...

Onslaught, surprised: Huh?!

Scrapper: I was not allowed to have a sparkling, since I was a broken robot. But one day I found Scavenger in a dump... And... I took him with me... I admit... I see Scavenger as my sparkling.

[Onslaught looked at Scrapper in immense surprise, before hugging Scrapper again]

Onslaught: I didn't know... You're really amazing!

Scrapper, confused: Huh?

Onslaught: Nothing! You will just never cease to amaze me that's all!

Scrapper, responding to the hug with a soft smile: Sometimes I don’t understand you.

Onslaught, shrugges and smiles: I'm a complicated mech.

Scrapper: Ha! Ha! Ha! *Puts his hand on Onslaught's cheek* That's why I love you.

Onslaught: *Blushes and smiles* You're really cute. *Kisses Scrapper's neck who laughs in amusement*

*The two lie down together on the couch, still cuddling* 

[Dead End must have said that he was quite perplexed by this situation... There was something suspicious about this Knockout, and he didn't like it... Although he didn't like Motormaster's leadership, he still loved him anyway, and he didn't appreciate that Knockout hurting him]

*Dead End looks at Motormaster's room, before putting down his data-book, and getting up to approach the room*

[Knockout watched him go, with a suspicious look. Dead End knocked lightly on the door, and waited, but no one answered. Dead End tried to open the door, and it opened slowly. Dead End cautiously stepped inside, before seeing Motormaster lying on his charging table, his back to Dead End]

*Dead End closes the door, and walks over to him*

Dead End, whispering: Motormaster...

[Motormaster didn't turned to Dead End, and Dead End stepped closer, before stepping onto the charging table, and putting his hand on Motormaster's shoulder]

Motormaster, growling: Go away...

Dead End: ...No.

Motormaster: Go away or I'll hit you.

Dead End: No, you won't.

Motormaster: ...

[Motormaster said no more, and just moved his shoulder to signal Dead End not to touch him]

Dead End: ...You're stubborn.

Motormaster: It’s you who telling me that?

Dead End: ...How about you turn to me.

Motor Master: No. Now go away.

Dead End: ...I will leave when you turn to me.

[Motormaster scowled in annoyance, before turning to Dead End, who kissed him on the mouth by surprise. Motormaster froze in surprise, then quickly stood up]

Motormaster, blushing angrily: It's not going well in your head!

Dead End: ... *Smiles softly* I know.

Motormaster: ... *Scratches his helmet in frustration as he stares at the far wall* ...Do you want to stay here?

Dead End: With the Stunticons?

Motormaster, blushing in shame: In my room, moron!

Dead End: With pleasure.

[At these words, Dead End hugged Motormaster, putting his arms around his neck, and kissing him again]

Dead End: I will stay with you until I die. 

[However, Scavenger had finished, as best he could, fixing Barricade. But, unlike Hook, Scavenger had given him an anesthetic, so Barricade was in stasis for now]

Scavenger:  (Hope I did it right...)

*Scavenger stands up, before looking at Swindle, who is piloting the ship, and Scavenger scratches his arm in embarrassment*

[Scavenger didn't really like being mean to others...much less to Swindle... Scavenger approached Swindle, and sat in the co-pilot seat. Swindle did not turn his head towards him, preferring to focus on the space]

Scavenger, lowering his head sadly: Swindle... I'm sorry...

[Swindle then snorted a bitter laugh, and put his face in his hands sadly, after putting on autopilot]

Swindle: Oh no... It’s not possible...

Scavenger, confused: Uh-I-

Swindle, looking at Scavenger in dismay: I scrapped all, and you're apologizing anyway. Frag! I'm such a fragger! I didn't even apologize!

[Scavenger wasn't quite sure how to react, and gently patted Swindle on the shoulder. Swindle grabbed his hand, then held it, and looked at Scavenger sadly]

Swindle, saddened: Scavenger... I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!

Scavenger, putting his other hand on Swindle's: Of course... I'm sorry for being mean to you...

Swindle: No! You were right! You are so perfect, Scavenger! So perfect!

[Swindle kissed Scavenger's hand, before placing it on his forehead, then looked back at Scavenger]

Scavenger, blushing: Oh uh-I-Me... I like you Swindle. And that's why I'm sad that I was mean. I don't want to hurt your feelings... You made mistakes yes...and then there was your weird ex-sparkmate who kidnapped me, for some reason I still can't figure out... But...

*Scavenger takes off his protective mask, before kissing Swindle on the cheek, and blushing*

Scavenger: But you came to save me!

[Swindle looked at Scavenger in amazement, before smiling softly, and hugging Scavenger. Still... Swindle hoped that Scavenger would forgive him, when he will do what Lockdown asked to him...]

Chapter Text

[Blast Off and Cosmos were walking down the street, and Cosmos, began to accelerate slightly, before pointing enthusiastically at a building]

Cosmos, happy: It's my house! 

Blast Off: It's very ugly.

Cosmos: Well, that's not my problem.

*Cosmos walks a little faster, pouting, as Blast Off smiles amusedly*

Blast Off:  (Finally someone with a bit of repartee.)

[The two arrived at the building, and Cosmos typed in the code, before opening the door, and motioning for Blast Off to follow him. They arrived in front of an elevator, and Blast Off scowled]

Blast Off: Does the elevator have to? Can't we rather fly.

Cosmos: It's forbidden to fly here.

Blast Off: ...On Cybertron you could fly any way you wanted.

Cosmos: Oh, yes?! It must have been nice! Afterwards, with my weird alternate mode, I can't fly stupidly.

*The two enter the elevator*

Blast Off, sly: You are already flying stupidly. What are you talking about?

Cosmos: Maybe I'm flying stupidly. But at least I'm solid!

Blast Off: Considering everything you hit, of course you are.

Cosmos, joking: Is it my fault if certain things get in my way?

Blast Off, also joking: That's right. What misery. If only there had someone to clean the space for trash. Oh! But that's your job!

Cosmos: I'm surprised you remember my work.

Blast Off: You insult my memory.

*The elevator doors open, and they exit, before heading to one of the apartments. Cosmos types in another code, before the door opens, and Cosmos takes a small bow*

Cosmos: Guests first.

Blast Off: Crash tests first. I insist.

*Cosmos rolls his optics, before enter, then freezes, and turns back to Blast Off, pouting*

Blast Off, smirking, leaning against the door: Ah! So, you're not denying being a crash test.

Cosmos: Do you think you're funny?

Blast Off, amused: Still yes.

[Cosmos walked in, and Blast Off followed, before closing the door]

Blast Off: It's quite small.

Cosmos: The goal is still that I reach the cupboards.

[Blast Off chuckled, before looking around]

Blast Off: Where am I going to sleep? On the couch?

Cosmos: Huh? No! Don't worry! There's my old roommate's room!

Blast Off: Hm...

*Cosmos opens a door, and Blast Off steps forward before seeing...*

Blast Off, surprised: A bed?

Cosmos: Huh? Well yes...

Blast Off: It's been a long time since I've seen any.

Cosmos: How?

Blast Off: I only slept on charging table.

Cosmos: It's not very comfortable.

Blast Off: We deal with it.

Cosmos, smiling: Well, a bed just for you!

[Blast Off looked around the room, before seeing Cosmos walking towards his own room]

Cosmos: There is a shower too, if you're interested.

Blast Off: Commune?

Cosmos: No to me.

Blast Off: (Waouw...)

[Cosmos went back to his room, still wondering where Blast Off could live, to sleep on a charging table. He knew that the transport didn't pay well... But he didn't know that pay so bad]

Cosmos:  (Hm... I'm curious now...) 

[However, Drag Strip and Kickback were walking the halls, looking for Bombshell, but couldn't find him...]

Drag Strip: Do you know where he could have gone?

Kickback: Not really... Bombshell is secretive.

Drag Strip: Hm... Let's try some more... 

Kickback, pointing to a room: Let's try here! I have a good feeling!

[They then arrived in a room where they had never been before, and Kickback saw Bombshell, sitting behind some boxes, reading his data-book]

Kickback, happy: Bombshell!

Bombshell, surprised: Kickback? What are you doing here?

Kickback: I... I argued with Shrapnel.

Bombshell, standing up, frowning: What do you mean?

Kickback: Well...

Drag Strip: I'll let you I think...

Kickback: Ah... see you next time.

Drag Strip, nodding with a smile: Yeah.

*Drag Strip leaves, and Bombshell waits for him to leave, before watching Kickback*

Bombshell: So?

Kickback: ... *Lowers his head in sadness* When I asked him why you had a disput... He said it was none of my business, because I was not a Coleoptera... And he said that I had never been part of the Colony.

[A dark silence settled, and a dark aura rose from Bombshell, who headed for the exit of the room, with undisguised anger]

Bombshell, darkly: Alright. That's enough.

[Kickback watched Bombshell leave, in surprise, before following him, in confusion]

Kickback, worried: Uh... Bombshell! What are you going to do?

[But Bombshell didn't answer, just walking towards the Insecticons quarters. They both arrived, and Bombshell angrily opened the door. Shrapnel stood up in surprise, before scowling]

Shrapnel, bitterly: Ah? Have you finally decided to come back ~back~?

[Bombshell didn't even answer him, and headed for Shrapnel's room. Shrapnel watched him questioningly, as did Kickback. Bombshell suddenly pulls out Shrapnel's belongings, before throwing them out of the Insecticons' quarters]

Shrapnel, shocked: Hey?! But what are you doing ~doing~?!!

[Bombshell walked back into the bedroom, and came out again to throw out the last of Shrapnel's things, and point sharply for the exit]

Bombshell, coldly: Get out.

Shrapnel, shocked and angry: What ~what~?!

Bombshell, darkly: Get out.

Shrapnel, angrily: Why ~why~?!

Bombshell, furious: First you try to control my life, and you insult me! And now you hurt Kickback! I don't know what's your problem, Shrapnel! But I don't see why it would be up to Kickback and me not to come back to our quarters! There, it is you who disturbs! So, you get out!

Shrapnel, angrily: You can't make me leave ~leave~!

Bombshell, darkly: Really? Do you want to try your luck?

[The two looked at each other with a terrible look, and Kickback quickly felt uneasy. Shrapnel ends up cursing, before leaving the Insecticons district, not without throwing a very angry look at Bombshell and Kickback]

Shrapnel, bitterly: Fine ~fine~!

[Shrapnel leaved, taking his stuff, and crossed the corridor before disappearing from the sight of Kickback and Bombshell. Kickback walked into the room, then looked at Bombshell, who looked pained]

Kickback: Are you sure...there was no other solution?

Bombshell: ...No.

[At these words, Bombshell walked towards his room, before closing the door, and Kickback looked at where Shrapnel had gone, before lowering his head in sadness. He wanted so badly to help, but he didn't even understand what had happened...] 

Chapter Text

[Barricade woke up with a throbbing pain in his stomach, but when he saw his injurie found that his wound had been repaired. ...When he will saw Lockdown again, Barricade will make eat his hook]

*Barricade turns his head to Swindle and Scavenger who are chatting happily, and Barricade starting to get up*

Scavenger, noticing him: Hey??? No! No! You must not move!

Barricade: Huh? 

Scavenger, approaching Barricade: You're still injured, you have to wait until you recover completely!

Swindle, smiling: Listen to the doctor, Barricade. We're coming to Earth soon anyway, and I'm sure Hook will tell you the same thing.

Scavenger: I hope he says I did a good job.

Swindle: Does his opinion mean that much to you?

Scavenger: Very. In fact... *Shyly* I too would like to become a doctor... Or at least a nurse...

Swindle, looking at Scavenger in surprise: Huh? Really? *Smiles* I'm sure you'll do it!

Scavenger, smiling shyly: Thank you.

Barricade: Hey? Have you reconciled?

Scavenger: Oh well... Yes!

Swindle: Isn't Scavenger the kindest robot in the world?

Barricade, smiling: Oh, he is. On the other hand, I know one who will be much less nice when he learns what happened.

Swindle, paled, and turning to Barricade: What?

Barricade, smiling in a deceptively friendly way: You see, Scrapper was already very upset against you, so I wonder how he'll react, learning what happened.

Swindle, smiling nervously: But you're not going to tell him... Because you are my friend.

Barricade: Aww, Swin, you know what we say. Shanix before friends.

Scavenger, shocked: You mean that-

Barricade: Yep! You will have to pay for my silence!

[Swindle closed his optics in anger, but tried to hide it. Normally he would certainly have refused, even if it meant having Scrapper's wrath on him. But if they learn what happened, then Swindle's mission will become much more difficult]

Swindle, sighing in irritation: How much do you want?

Barricade: 10 000 shanix.

Swindle, shocked: Huh?! Are you crazy?!

Barricade, smirking: Come on, I'll give you a friendly price of 5,000 shanix. See how generous I am.

Swindle: ... *Closes his optics in frustration*

Scavenger:  *embarrassed*

Swindle: Alright. I transfer it to you.

Barricade, smiling, victorious: Too kind.

*Swindle activates a mini-tablet on his arm, before seeing a message*

-NOW-WRITE-ME-HERE-

Swindle: ...

-RECEIVED-

Swindle, making the transfer: There, it's sent.

Barricade: Thank you very much. Thanks to you and Megatron, I'll be able to rest for a while.

Scavenger: I think Hook should see your condition, just in case.

Barricade: ...Well okay. It's been a long time since I've been hurt, so I'm trusting the advice of a cute medic.

Scavenger, smiling shyly: Ahaha!

Swindle: Hey! Don't flirt with him!

Barricade: If I want.

Swindle:  *Frowns*

Barricade: This is your punishment, for flirting with Lockdown in front of that adorable excavator.

Swindle: Oh! You dare?!

Barricade, smiling amused: Justice must be done.

Swindle: Do you find that funny?

Barricade: No. Beneficial.

Swindle: Sharper Fragger.

Barricade: Ohlala! What compliments!

[Swindle rolled optics, before passing the ship into Earth's atmosphere, eventually landing near the Nemesis. Starscream, Skywarp, and Thundercracker exited the Nemesis, before seeing that it was Barricade's ship. Swindle, Scavenger, and Barricade come out]

Starscream: Skywarp, go tell Megatron.

Skywarp, happily giving the military salute: Okiii! *Teleports*

Starscream, to Swindle: You're one hell of an idiot.

Swindle, offended: Hey?!

Starscream: If I were you, I'd run away quickly before Scrapper arrived. Because believe me, he's very upset with you.

*Skywarp reappears with Megatron*

Megatron, furious: Ah! You are back! You are real fools!!!

*Scavenger cowers, and Swindle paled in fear*

Megatron: I'll be lenient, and contact Scrapper, after you leave, Swindle.

Swindle, smiling nervously: T-Too kind...

Megatron: On the other hand, you will both have a more than deserved punishment!

Swindle , scared :  (Ah yes but no! If Megatron hits me he'll probably kill me!)

Scavenger, terrified: (I don't want to get beat!)

Soundwave, arriving: For your exemplary stupidity, you will clean the ship.

Megatron, angrily: Yes you- *Realizes and turns to Soundwave*

Soundwave, shrugs: Sounds like a deserved punishment to me. They were foolish and reckless.

Megatron: ...Yeah well... Certainly. Swindle, you can go. As for you Scavenger, I'll take you back to your quarters!

Scavenger: Oh! Yes! But... Barricade should also be taken to the medical bay! He is hurt!

Megatron, surprised: Huh?

Barricade: I didn't pay attention, it's not very serious.

Scavenger: Only Hook can say that.

Megatron, sighing: Alright...Follow me.

[Megatron started to leave, and Scavenger followed him while helping Barricade, who hadn't fully recovered from the injury. They arrived in front of the medical bay, and Megatron opened it, waking Brawl and Astrotrain]

Megatron, looking right and left: Where's Hook?

Astrotrain, tired: Certainly sleepling...

Megatron: I highly doubt it.

Astrotrain, pressing the emergency button: Good... Here he should arrive...

*The door suddenly opens revealing Hook*

Hook: What's going on?! *Sees Barricade injured* Huh? *Sees Scavenger* Eh?!! Scavenger?!

Scavenger, shyly: Uh... H-Hi-

Hook: Are you hurt?

Scavenger: Uh no.

Hook: Good. *Angrily picks up a wrench* So I'd have no remorse to smashing you!

Scavenger, panicked: Hey??? Wait! 

Megatron, stopping Hook: His punishment will await Barricade's check-up.

Hook, looking at Megatron: ...Fine. *Looking at Scavenger, threatening him with his wrench* I will make you regret to be alive!

Scavenger, nervous: Sorry!

Hook: Go back to the quarters! You can't even imagine how worried Scrapper was!

Scavenger, sheepishly: Yes... Sorry...

Hook, angry: Stop apologizing and move!

*Scavenger nods before exiting the medical bay, quickly*

Hook: Scavenger, wait!

Scavenger, freezing in fear: What?

Hook: Did you fix Barricade?

Scavenger, stressed: Uh... Yes...

Hook: ...That's not bad.

Scavenger: *Surprised* ... *Smiles happily*

Hook, curtly: Now get back to our quarters! Little fool!

Scavenger: Yes! Yes! Okay!

[Scavenger walked towards his quarters, not without feeling very pleased with Hook's remark. Megatron, meanwhile, was beginning to think that Scavenger could also serve as a medic] 

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*They arrive at the door of the Constructicons, and Scavenger gulps*

Scavenger , stressed :  (I'm definitely going to get killed...)

*Megatron opens the door, and the Constructicons look at him in surprise, before seeing Scavenger*

Long Haul: Ah-

Mixmaster and Bonecrusher, rush to Scavenger: Scavyyyyy!!!

Scrapper, rush to him too: How are you?! You're hurt?!! 

Scavenger, surprised: Ah uh I-

*Mixmaster, Bonecrusher and Scrapper jump on him to give him a hug, knocking him backwards*

Megatron: Good. I leave you.

Long Haul: Thank you, by the way.

[Megatron says nothing more, and leaves, as Long Haul approaches the others]

Long Haul: Hey, let Scavenger breathe a little? He will die of suffocation from your hugs otherwise.

*The three let him go, and Scavenger gasps in relief, before Mixmaster puts his hands on his shoulders*

Mixmaster: You are really crazy! More than me!

Bonecrusher, grabbing Scavenger in turn by the shoulders, and turning him towards him: Can we know what got into you?!

Scrapper, doing the same thing: Did anything bad happen to you?

Scavenger, lying: Nooo, it was fine.

*Long Haul and Scrapper eye Scavenger suspiciously, before Hook suddenly arrives, still holding his wrench*

Hook, furious: Now I can destroy you, little scraplet!

Scavenger, panicked: Aaaah!

Bonecrusher: Stop him!!!

*Hook tries to punch Scavenger, but Bonecrusher grabs him by the waist to stop him*

Hook, struggling in all directions: Get off me! This little fool is going to learn his lesson! *Throws wrench*

Scavenger: *Dodges in panic* I'm sorry!!!

Hook, furious, and still struggling: Do you realize how much we worried about you?!!

Scavenger, almost crying: Yeees! I know! Sorryyyy!!!

Long Haul, looking at the chaos in front of him: ... (At least the team is back to normal.) Alright... Everyone calms down...

Hook: Not until I hit him with that wrench!

Scrapper: Nobody hits anybody! Stop!

Hook, pouting: Hmph... *To Bonecrusher* Get off me, or I'm hitting you.

Bonecrusher, ironic and let Hook go: So nice.

Scavenger: Uh... Anyway...

*All turn to Scavenger*

Scavenger, shyly: I'm super happy to see you all again...

Mixmaster, hugging Scavenger: Awww! Us too !

Bonecrusher, also embracing Scavenger: Hothead!

Hook: That's more you.

Bonecrusher: Eh !

Scrapper, hugging Scavenger: Don't ever go away like that again...

Bonecrusher, dragging Hook into the embrace: Rather come this way, instead of being disagreeable!

Hook: Ugh! No! How awful!

*Hook gets pulled into the hug, and after several attempts to break free, gives up*

Bonecrusher, chuckling: I got you.

Mixmaster: Ha! Ha! Ha!

Hook:  *Grunts in frustration*

Scavenger:  *Smiles, amused*

Scrapper: Oh, come on Hook, don't make that face.

Long Haul, joining the hug, smiling softly: You all really terrible... 

[However, Swindle returned to his quarters. Since it was dark, he hoped the others, especially Onslaught, were sleeping]

*Swindle quietly opens the door to the Combaticons quarter, before sneaking in*

Onslaught, turning on the light, seated on the armchair: You finally come back.

Swindle, screaming in terror: AAAAAH! The frag!!!

Vortex, coming out of his room with tiredness: You are the worst existing alarm...

Onslaught: I think a little discussion is in order, Swindle.

Swindle, swallowing: A- About what?

Onslaught: About your little escapade with Scavenger.

[Swindle smiles nervously, as Vortex stay in the doorway of his room, sensing that this is about to get interesting]

Onslaught, angrily: Are you completely oblivious or completely stupid? It's not going well in your head!

Vortex: Probably both.

Swindle, scowling: Are we talking about you?

Vortex, indignant: Eh-

Onslaught: Shut up! Focus, Swindle! What took you to bring him with you?!

Swindle: In my defense, Scavenger insisted!

Onslaught: Well, in his defense, he's more a youngling that an adult, while you aren't!

Swindle: Come on! Nothing serious happened!

Onslaught: But if it had been?! Scavenger is not you! He is still young and clumsy!

Swindle, smirking: I'm hesitating between telling you not to underestimate Scavenger, and thanking you for that implied compliment.

Onslaught, angrily face-palming: I'll snatch your vocalizer!

Vortex: Oh yeah, that would get even more interesting!

Onslaught: Shut up! You two here! From now on I have you in sight! Understood?

Vortex, indignant: Huh?!! But I did nothing!

Onslaught: Your presence is a problem, Vortex! Now, both of you go to bed, and I don't hear anyone grumble!

*Swindle and Vortex grumble*

Onslaught: What did I say?!

*Swindle and Vortex grumble silently*

[Swindle entered his room, and sighed in weariness, fatigue, and a little, or a lot of despair... Although he had reconciled with Scavenger, the blackmail of Lockdown still had on him was still there, and he was disgusted with what he was about to do]

*Swindle activates the mini-tablet on his arm, before writing*

-I-THINK-THE-BEST-TO-ACT-IS-ON-A-RAID—I-WILL-CONTACT-YOU-WHEN-A-NEW-STARTS-

*Swindle waits a while, before receiving a ping*

-RECEIVED-

[Swindle stared at the screen for a while, before turning it off, and staring at the ceiling]

Swindle:  (If Brawl discovers that, he'll hate me...)

*Swindle clenches his fists*

Swindle , frowns :  (But he'll never know. Never. Because he mustn't know.)

*Turns around on his charging table, now looking at the wall*

Swindle:  (Maybe I'll even save his life. After all... Brawl isn't the epitome of intelligence either, so of course he got screwed...)

[Yes... That was it... He was lending a hand, to catch a clearly dangerous and manipulative criminal. Swindle had to protect Brawl... It wasn't himself he was protecting, it was Brawl!] 

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[The next day, Scavenger woke up surrounded by all the other Constructicons on the floor. The latter having wanted to sleep together, having really not supported the disappearance of Scavenger]

*Scavenger sits up, trying not to put his hand on Mixmaster's face*

[Scavenger had to admit he blamed himself. He had really been stupid and reckless... He had worried the others so much... But did he even deserve that worry?]

*Scavenger gets up, and Scrapper wakes up at that moment*

Scrapper, stands up with concern: Scavenger? Where are you going? 

Scavenger, sitting back down on the floor: Nowhere!

Scrapper, putting his hand on his helmet, and sighing: Sorry... That's not what I wanted... I just...

Scavenger: ...I'm sorry I worried you Scrapper...

Scrapper, smiling softly and patting Scavenger's helmet: I know.

Hook, grumbling: We can't sleep quietly with you...

Scrapper: Say the one who never sleeps.

Hook: You just threw yourself a self-comment.

Scrapper: True.

Bonecrusher:  *Stands up*

Scavenger: Oh! Hello Crusher!

Bonecrusher: MYAAAARGHRAAAAAH!!!

Scavenger:  *Surprised*

Scrapper: ...

Hook: *Frows* ... *Hits Bonecrusher's helmet*

Bonecrusher: Wouaïeuh!

Hook:  I already told you to "yawn" less loudly, if you can even call it that!

Mixmaster, in a daze: Gneh? It's morning?

Scavenger: Is it me or Long Haul is still sleeping.

Scrapper, scratching his cheek in embarrassment: Let's say yesterday he had a lot more responsibility than usual...

Scavenger: Oh... Anyway, I have to go. My punishment is to clean the ship with Swindle.

Hook: You? To clean? Start with your room!

Scavenger: Ooh! But Hook!

Hook: No! No! I do not want to hear any complain! You organize your room! Because I can’t deal with it anymore!

Scavenger, grumbling as he walks to his room: Okaaayyy...

*Scavenger leaves, and Scrapper and Hook make a high-five*

Scrapper: With that, no chance he can see Swindle. Cheer.

Hook: I know, I'm the best. 

[However, Swindle arrived in the ship's common room, where Onslaught had asked him to clean up, and he sighed wearily, before seeing Shrapnel on the couch, sleeping]

Swindle: Mech! Why are you sleepling there?!

Shrapnel, waking up: Huh ~huh~? *Sees Swindle* And you what do you do with... *Points to the cleaning supplies* all that stuff ~stuff~?

Swindle, sighing: I have to clean the ship.

Shrapnel: Why ~why~?

Swindle: I did something stupid...

Shrapnel: Ah okay ~okay~.

[Swindle started heading to clean the communal table, before thinking of something. Maybe he could learn a bit more about Bombshell from Shrapnel]

Swindle, cleaning nonchalantly, before turning to Shrapnel: By the way... Thanks for helping me and my team against Bombshell last time...

Shrapnel: ...I didn't help you. I stopped Bombshell from doing something stupid ~stupid~...

Swindle: Oh, yes? Isn't this the first time you've had to deal with this?

Shrapnel: ...Well there was with the Coneheads too ~too~.

Swindle: Is that all?

Shrapnel: So far, yeah, he's never really used it, at least not like that ~that~.

Swindle: How then?

Shrapnel: If we were attacked, it made the enemy stop chasing us, things like that. After we lost our colony, it was really convenient ~convenient~.

Swindle: By the way, how did you lose your colony?

Shrapnel: ...Bombshell said there was an earthquake, and one of the colony's land bridges went out of adjustment, dragging us in ~in~.

Swindle, surprised: You have land bridges?

Shrapnel: Yep! Finding food is easier ~easier~.

Swindle: But therefore, you were on the same planet as your colony, why didn't you try to find it?

Shrapnel: ...Let's say a lot of problems arrived ~arrived~...

Swindle: But what do you remember about that earthquake?

Shrapnel: Nothing, something hit my helmet ~helmet~.

Swindle: ...I want to clear something up...Did Bombshell tell you that? About the earthquake, the land bridge, the hit on the head.

Shrapnel: ...Yeah ~yeah~.

Swindle: ... *Starts cleaning the table* And Kickback what does he remember?

Shrapnel: He don’t remember neither ~neither~...

Swindle: ...Didn't you ever find that weird? I mean... Bombshell has the Capacity of mind control, and is the only one who remembers the day you lost your colony!

Shrapnel: ... *Gets up from the couch, before approaching Swindle with a scowl*

Swindle:  (Uh...Wow...)

*Shrapnel slams his foot on the edge of the table, right next to Swindle, before growling*

Shrapnel, grimly: I don't like what you're trying to imply ~imply~.

Swindle, pale: Hey! Calm me down! I'm just making an observation! Admit it's weird!

Shrapnel, growling: Weird or not, it's none of your fragging business ~business~!

*Shrapnel violently pushes the table away, before growling at Swindle, and walks away*

Swindle , still scared :  (I thought he was going to eat me...)

[Shrapnel walked with terrible anger in his spark. How dare Swindle even imply that about Bombshell?! Although Shrapnel was angry against Bombshell, he wouldn't allow anyone to insult him like that! Nobody!]

Shrapnel:  (Why Bombshell would take control of Kickback and me to get out of the colony?! That makes no sense!)

[But gradually, a doubt interfered in the spark of Shrapnel, and it ended up arriving in front of the Insecticons district...]

Shrapnel:  (...Why would he do that?) 

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[Shrapnel hesitated, before finally knocking on the door. Shrapnel waited a while, before suddenly seeing Kickback open it]

Kickback: Oh! ... *Smiles nervously* H-Hi!

Shrapnel: ...I would like to speak with Bombshell ~bombshell~.

Bombshell, approaching: About your behavior yesterday? 

Shrapnel, crossing his arms: Uh... Well... Not really ~really~...

Bombshell: Ah.

*Bombshell comes out of the Insecticon district, and ignores Shrapnel*

Shrapnel, surprised: Hey! No! Wait ~wait~!

*Shrapnel tries to grab Bombshell's arm, but stops himself*

Shrapnel: Okay! I didn't come here for that, I admit! But what I have to say is still important ~important~!

Bombshell, stopping and turning to Shrapnel: ...About what?

Shrapnel: About when we lost our Colony ~colony~...

[Bombshell felt his spark compress in fear, and hundreds of questions raced through his processor. What?! Why was he talking about that again?! Did he remember anything?! What?! How?! If Bombshell's torment was in his spark, he didn't show it with Shrapnel and Kickback]

Bombshell: Why?

Shrapnel: Well... I was wondering why Kickback and I couldn't remember what happened, and you were the only ~only~...

Kickback, indignant: You come here to-

Bombshell: No, Kickback. Shrapnel is right. These are circumstances that do that I'm the only one who remember it... But it is normal that you can doubt me. After all, I have a Capacity that can cast doubt on my sincerity...

Shrapnel, pained: Hey, no... Listen, forget what I said... It's surely that stupid con man Swindle who wanted to sow doubt and discord between us to get revenge! I trust you, Bombshell! And I'm so sorry for my actions towards you, and... *Turns to Kickback* And you too Kickback ~kickback~.

Kickback, smiling: Don't worry! I'm just happy that we're reconciled! *To Bombshell* Right?!

Bombshell: ...Yes. (Swindle... Hum...)

Shrapnel, relieved: Oh! Phew! I was pretty sad to be separated from you mechs ~mechs~!

Kickback, jumping into Shrapnel's arms: Me too!!!

Bombshell, patting Shrapnel on the shoulder: Yes, it’s great. *Walks away* I'll leave you. I have something to do.

Shrapnel: Where are you going ~going~?

Bombshell:  *Turns to Shrapnel, with a judgmental expression*

Shrapnel: Yeah I mean- It's none of my business, it was just a way to talk ~talk~!

Bombshell: Better.

*Bombshell leaves, and Kickback happily pulls Shrapnel's arm*

Kickback: There is the continuation of this super series humans which is beginning! Let's go watch it!

Shrapnel: Yeah! Awesome ~awesome~! 

[Swindle however, had finished cleaning the common room, and was now tending to the storage room, where now there was no one there]

Swindle:  (Washing this whole ship is gonna take me a week! And where's Scavenger? I can't see him not getting the job done, but I can see his group keeping me from getting near him...)

Bombshell: Swindle.

[Swindle froze in fear, recognizing Bombshell's voice, and turned back to him, with a tight smile]

Swindle, nervous: Hey! Bombshell! How is it going?

Bombshell: ...And you? You seem nervous.

Swindle: Me? Nooo! Just annoyed, because of this punishment! (If he mind-checks me, he might find out about my pact with Lockdown!)

Bombshell: Really? *Approaches Swindle* So your nervousness has nothing to do with the fact you try to sow doubt and discord in my team?

Swindle, paled: Uh- I- It wasn't-

Bombshell, curtly: ...If this is a way to get revenge on me, know that I don't appreciate it.

*Swindle steps back in fear, and gets stopped by the wall, as Bombshell walks towards him*

Bombshell, darkly: You're not involving my team in this. Understood?

Swindle, frightened: Hey, wait- I- I was just- just curious and... I found this story weird that's all... I just gave my opinion...

Bombshell, scowling: I find your curiosity intrusive and inappropriate. And tell me, what is this "opinion" you gave to Shrapnel?

[Swindle paled in fear, and slumped against the wall, as Bombshell swished his wings in anger]

Bombshell, darkly: I asked you a question, Swindle.

Swindle, terrified: II just wondered why you were the only one who remembered what happened, knowing that you have mind control...

Bombshell, scowling: ...Never mind. *Walks away from Swindle* Think what you want, I don't care. But your misplaced and false opinions, you keep it to yourself, and you don't poison the minds of my friends with it.

[Bombshell leaved, and Swindle sighed in relief]

Swindle:  (Okay...I'll have to be more discreet...) 

[However, Knockout was lying on the couch, thinking. Right now, he was stuck because he could only fix the Stunticons, and it seemed pointless to get Hook to see him as a colleague]

Knockout, thinking: (So there aren't many solutions, I have to get rid of Hook... But how do I do it without his group noticing...)

*Knockout hears the door open, and sees Breakdown*

Knockout, smiling: Breaky, come over here.

Breakdown: Huh? Me? *Comes closer* What... what is it?

Knockout: I have some questions for you, about Hook.

Breakdown:  ...Hook? What do you want to know?

Knockout: Does he ever move away from his team?

Breakdown: Hm... No, not really.

Knockout:  (Damn...)

Breakdown: But sometimes it can happen!

Knockout: When?

Breakdown: Sometimes in raids, to heal certain mechs, he has to move away from his team.

[Knockout then smiled triumphantly. He had figured out how to do it! He now knew how he was going to get rid of Hook! He was going to act in a raid! He was going to move Hook away from his team, and kill him!] 

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[Hook arrived at the medical bay, and saw Astrotrain and Blitzwing talking together, while Barricade stared bored at the ceiling, and Brawl stared curiously at the medical equipment. Hook approached Brawl, while taking his data-pad, to read it, and Brawl pretended not to have touched anything]

Hook: ...Hm... That's good. You can go out. 

Brawl, surprised: Huh?

Hook: You can go, you're healed enough to.

Brawl: Like... For real?!

Hook: Yes! Come on! Go outside!

Brawl: Oh! Great! *Jumps off the repair table* Alright, here I go! Goodbye everyone! *Brawl runs away happily*

Barricade, pointing to himself: Can I go too?

Astrotrain, pointing to himself: What about me?

Blitzwing, pointing to Astrotrain : And him?

Hook: Did I tell you, you could?

Blitzwing: Uh... No?

Hook: So, what do you conclude?

Astrotrain: Relax Hook, it's okay.

Hook: Hmph. Well, anyway, Scavenger will clean up here, that's his punishment.

Scavenger, entering, pouting: Hm... I want to sleep...

Hook: You could have slept if you hadn't been on that escapade with Swindle. That'll teach you.

Blitzwing: So? How was Antilla?

Astrotrain: We heard that Swindle tried to sell you, is that true?

Barricade:  *Tries to not laugh*

Scavenger: Uh... I... No. Why would he do that?

*Blitzwing and Astrotrain look at each other, before looking back at Scavenger*

Blitzwing and Astrotrain, shrugging: Well, because it's Swindle.

Scavenger, pouting: Swindle is a nice guy...

Hook: As nice as a hustler can be. Start cleaning instead of blabbering!

[Scavenger groaned, before starting to sweep, and, at the same time, Soundwave entered with Rumble in his arms, the cassette having a nail in his hand]

Soundwave: Hm... Hook... I need your help...

Hook, noticing Rumble's hand: What's the fra- *Cough to avoid swearing* What happened?

Rumble: I drove a nail through my hand.

Hook, amazed: How?

Rumble: I didn't watch.

Soundwave, worried: Will he be okay?

Hook: Well, yes. However, it will hurt.

[Soundwave put Rumble down on one of the repair tables, and Rumble couldn't stop smiling triumphantly]

Hook: For someone who drove a nail in his hand, I think you're very happy.

Rumble: Oh yeah! I had a mission to accomplish, and I accomplished it.

Soundwave: What mission?

Rumble, smiling: It's between Frenzy and me. (The Soundhook Mission)

...What happened...

Frenzy, holding a nail and a hammer: Uh... Are you sure Rumble?

Rumble, sitting down, his hand flat on the floor: Do I look like I'm joking?

Frenzy: Well... I would have preferred...

Rumble: I'm tired of seeing Soundwave turning around Hook, but doing nothing. It's time for the Soundhook mission to succeed!

Frenzy: Nice name.

Rumble: Thank you. Now... *Determined* Nail my hand!

Frenzy, nervous: Sure?

Rumble, determined: Sure!

*Frenzy approaches before brutally nailing Rumble's hand, who screams in pain*

...Back in the present...

Hook: Well... Wait, I'll take a tool to remove the nail.

*Hook walks away to takes a medical tool, and Rumble turns his head to Soundwave*

Rumble, whispering: Okay! Now go!

Soundwave, surprised: Huh?

Rumble, whispering: Go ahead! Ask him out on a date!

Soundwave: *Cough in shock* Eh- *Whispers blushing* What are you talking about?!

Rumble, whispering: Well what? You always say you don't have time to ask him! There you have time, so go ahead!

*Hook returns with the adapted medical tool, and Soundwave looks to the side in embarrassment, avoiding the gaze of his insistent cassette*

Hook: Hm... You'll have to avoid moving as much as possible. Okay?

Rumble: Yeah! Its okay! Don't worry! I'm a real mech!

Hook, smiling: You sure are a lot braver...  *Turns to Blitzwing* ...than some whiners I know.

Blitzwing, offended: Hey!

Astrotrain: He's not wrong.

Blitzwing, even more offended: Eeeh!!!

Hook: Anyway! *To Rumble* Ready?

Rumble: Ready!

[Soundwave took Rumble's other hand, who squeezed it apprehensively, before Hook pulled the nail out, then directly closed the wound with a welder. Rumble gritted his teeth, but didn't shout]

Hook: There. Well done, you were very brave!

Rumble, holding back a tear: Yeah!

Soundwave, patting Rumble on the head: You're very strong.

Rumble:  *Glares at Soundwave, then points Hook with his head*

Soundwave:  *Blushes*

Hook: Next time, Rumble, be careful.

Blitzwing: Hey! If one of us got hurt like that, you'd be yell at us! It's not fair!

Hook, turning to Blitzwing with a scowl: Maybe because he's still a Sparkling, while you're an adult. Well, I grant you, you are a big Sparkling.

Blitzwing:  *Pouts*

Astrotrain: *Pats Blitzwing's head, sighing* Don't mind.

Rumble: By the way! Hook!

Hook: Hm?

Rumble: Soundwave has something to tell you!

Soundwave: *Looks at Rumble with shock* !!!

Hook: What is it?

Soundwave, embarrassed: Well... It's about work. Will you come with me?

Hook: Oh. Yes of course. You others, stay wise! And you, Scavenger, clean everything to perfection!

Scavenger, sighing: Yeaaah...

*Hook and Soundwave exit, and Scavenger watches them go questioningly*

Scavenger:  (Why walk away? Normally when they talk about work, they do it without any problem even if there are people... Is something bad going to happen?!)

*Scavenger walks cautiously towards the door*

Barricade: Tell me where are you going?

Astrotrain: Don't you have some cleaning to do?

Scavenger, embarrassed: Uh- I- I'm going to clean up in front of the medical bay!

*Scavenger exits medical bay, before looking, and hearing voices, then approaching*

[Scavenger then saw Hook, leaning against the wall, and Soundwave in front of him. On the other hand, Rumble was no longer there]

Hook: So? What's going on?

Soundwave, embarrassed: Actually... It's not about work. Do you remember about your proposal to go out at some point?

Hook, blushing slightly: Ah... Yes...

*Scavenger, behind the wall, widens his optics with surprise*

Soundwave, blushing: *Cough in embarrassment* Well... I was wondering, if you will agree to an outing with me...

[Hook tried to calm his spark, because it wasn't a date, it was just an outing. As he had asked a while ago, and Soundwave had surely agreed, as he must have thought it was just a friendly request]

Hook: Well...

Soundwave: And actually, I'm offering it to you as a date... 

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Hook:  *Stunned*

Scavenger , behind the wall :  *Stunned*

Soundwave:  *Blushes*

Hook, blushing: Uh... I...

Soundwave, embarrassed: If you don't accept, I'll understand. After all, you must have offered me this as a friend...

Hook, blushing: To be honest with you... I was trying to ask you out on a date then... 

[The two looked at each other in strange mutual amazement, before Hook looked away in embarrassment, and Scavenger quickly hid]

Scavenger , stunned :  (What?!!)

Soundwave, blushing: So ...

Hook, also blushing: I accept your date.

Soundwave, smiling: Great! Well... I'm free tonight... Is that also your case?

Hook, also smiling: Yes. 

Soundwave, happy: See you tonight then.

Hook, happy too: See you tonight.

[Soundwave smiles happily, before walking off waving goodbye to Hook, who answers shyly. Scavenger, meanwhile, ran, to reach the door of the medical bay, and pretend to clean]

Scavenger, smiling happily: (I'll have to tell the band after!!!)

[Hook, at the same time, slapped his cheeks, to calm down a bit, before heading to the medical bay, and seeing Scavenger cleaning up outside]

Hook: I hope you cleaned everything inside, before doing the outside.

Scavenger, happy: Actually, I was planning on doing the outside and then the inside!

Hook: ...? What makes you so happy?

Scavenger, smiling: Nothing!

Hook: ... *Shrugs* Bah! Nevermind!

*Hook walks into the medical bay, as Scavenger quietly laughs with joy* 

[However, Brawl was happily walking through the hallways, before spotting Swindle cleaning a wall]

Brawl, surprised: Hey? Swindle? What do you do? You weren't supposed to be in Antilla?

Swindle: Ah, hey Brawl, I- *Surprised* Oh! Brawl! *Smiles* You got out of the medical bay?!

Brawl, smiling: Yup!

Swindle: That's great!

Brawl: But you? What are you doing? And Antilla?

Swindle: I screwed up, and I'm being punished. I have to clean the whole Nemesis.

Brawl: What did you do?

Swindle: Onslaught didn't tell you?

Brawl: No.

Swindle: Scavenger came with me.

Brawl: To sell him?

Swindle, indignant: But no! It was supposed to be a date between us!

Brawl: ... *Realizes* Ooooh! 

Swindle: Yes.

Brawl: A date in Antilla sucks. Even I'm not stupid enough to do that!

Bombshell: You're not stupid, Brawl.

Brawl, turning around smiling: Bombshell! I'm so happy to see you!

Bombshell, smiling: Glad to see you've recovered.

Brawl: Yeah! I can finally walk around as I want!

*Swindle gets in front of Brawl, and grabs his arm, starting to drag him around*

Swindle: Yeah, that's really great. Would you like to talk while walking, somewhere else?

Brawl: Uh... Well...

Bombshell: ...Don't you have work to do, Swindle.

[The two gave each other a rather cold look, and Brawl scratched his cheek in embarrassment]

Brawl: Is everything okay?

Swindle, smiling: Yes! Sure! Let's go?

Brawl: Uh- *Turns head towards Bombshell*

Bombshell: ...See you later, Brawl.

Brawl: Oh... *Disappointed* ... *Whispering to Swindle* To be honest, I'd like to chat with Bombshell. *Smiles* I think it's a good time to plan a date!

[Swindle frowned, before glaring at Bombshell, who gave him a cold look]

Swindle, smiling with semi-concealed anger at Brawl: Oh really? *Let go of Brawl's arm, and cross his arms* Ah... If that's what you want!

Brawl: ...Uh... *embarrassed* What's wrong?

Swindle, unpleasantly: No, but if you'd rather hang out with Bombshell than me, okay! On the other hand, I will no longer be your friend!

Brawl, shocked: Huh?! *Sad* But why?!

Swindle, shrugs: Make your choice.

Bombshell, frowning angrily: Do you find this menace clever?

Swindle, frowns: Mind your business!

Bombshell, crossing his arms: I'm somewhat concerned, since you dare to let Brawl choose between you and me, for some unexplained reason! What's your problem?

Brawl, embarrassed: Hey... If you had a fight, tell me! So, we can resolve this!

Swindle: There's nothing to settle!

Bombshell: I have a feeling it is.

Swindle, to Brawl: Okay! See, Bombshell launched a psychic attack on Blast Off, Vortex, and me for no reason! So yeah! I blame him!

Brawl: Huh?!

Bombshell: So that's just for this you're mad at me?

Swindle: "Just for this"?! Psychopath!

Bombshell, angrily: First of all, compared to the others, you are the one who endured the least, since I understood that you had also been a victim! And second, I didn't do it for no reason! I did it after you hurt Brawl!

Brawl: *Amazed* ...Really?

Bombshell, lowering his head in sadness: ...I was really mad at them...and I was so worried about you...

Brawl, walking towards Bombshell: I admit I don't really know how to react...

Bombshell: ...

[Brawl came up to Bombshell, who didn't dare look at Brawl. Maybe he did it wrong... His reaction was stupid... Surely Brawl wouldn't want to approach him after that...]

Bombshell, sadly: ...I'm sorry...

[Brawl suddenly hugged Bombshell, and Bombshell's widened his optics in surprise, as did Swindle]

Brawl: Why are you apologizing? Thank you, my life is much easier! I would never blame you for wanting to defend me!

[Brawl pulled away from the hug, before looking at Bombshell smiling, and Bombshell looked at Brawl in amazement]

Swindle, angrily: Are you serious?!

Brawl, turning to Swindle: Admit that after that, everything was much better! We finally got along well, you and me! Well, Vortex is still such a fragger, but together, I'm sure we can resist him! So... Please don't be angry, I prefer that you are on good terms!

Swindle: But... *Looks at Bombshell in confusion*

Bombshell: ...I'm sorry I hurt you... I should have apologized before...

Swindle, confused: I- I don't- *Clenches fists in frustration*

[Swindle didn't know how to react... In a way Brawl was right... But Brawl didn't know what Swindle knew, and more importantly Brawl didn't know what Swindle was going to have to do]

Swindle: ... (In a way...becoming friendly with Bombshell again will make it easier for me to lure him into the trap...) ...Yeah... I'm sorry too...

Brawl, clapping his hands: Great! I'm so happy you're not angry! Now shake hands in reconciliation!

[Bombshell approached Swindle, and Swindle gulped. He was going to have to close his mind, because he was really afraid that Bombshell could read his thoughts. Swindle held out his hand as well, before shaking Bombshell's hand]

Swindle: Reconciled then?

Bombshell, nodding: Reconciled.

[Swindle then smiles sadly... Knowing what he was going to have to do, and what a hypocrite he was...] 

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[Brawl was relieved that Swindle and Bombshell had reconciled, because honestly, as much as he liked a fight, he just didn't like when people he liked started bickering]

Brawl, to Bombshell: Uh... Would you like to chat with me?

Bombshell: Yes, of course.

Brawl: Great! *To Swindle* See you later, mech! Good luck with your cleaning!

Swindle, sighing: Yeah!

*Brawl laughs a bit, before starting to walk away with Bombshell*

Bombshell: Now that you can finally go anywhere you want, what would you like to do?

Brawl, smiling while blushing: Plan a date with you!

Bombshell:  *Blushes in surprise*

Brawl: Do you still agree?

Bombshell, smiling softly: Of course.

Brawl, taking Bombshell's hand: Great! I am very happy!

Bombshell, smiling: Me too. Do you have an idea for a date?

Brawl: Hm...

[The problem was that, although before the war it would have been easy to come up with a date idea, now there really wasn't much choice]

Brawl, scratching his cheek in embarrassment: I admit not... But I'll find out! *Thinks* Oh! I know! Movie driving! Or something like that!

Bombshell: ...Huh?

Brawl: Uh... It's something humans do, they're in their cars, in front of a big outdoor movie screen, and they're watching a movie. I know one, where we can watch quietly because it's not in town, so we can watch from a hill! Oh, and I remember, it's called a drive-in!

Bombshell: That sounds fun.

Brawl, happy: Great! Well, let's do that then!

Bombshell, smiling: Alright. 

[However, Hook and Scavenger were returning to the Constructicons' quarter, as Hook had, in his great kindness, allowed Scavenger a two-minute break. And honestly, two minutes was more than enough for Scavenger to tell Bonecrusher and Mixmaster what he had just discovered]

*Scavenger spots Mixmaster and Bonecrusher on the couch, and jumps between them, with a silly grin on his face*

Hook: Keep him at the optics, while I'm going to take a data-book in my room.

[Hook heads for his room, and Scavenger checks that he's gone, before taking Bonecrusher and Mixmaster's arms]

Scavenger: Mechs! I made an incredible discovery!

Mixmaster: Hm?

Bonecrusher: What?

Scavenger, looking right and left, then whispering: It's about Hook.

Mixmaster, whispering: Ouuuh~? What did you discover?

Bonecrusher, whispering: Yeah! Tell us!

Scavenger, whispering: Actually, Hook has a crush on Soundwave.

Bonecrusher: EHHHH?!!

Mixmaster: Noooo, really?!

Scavenger: Hush! Hush!

Mixmaster: Oops! Sorry!

Scavenger: But what's even better is that Soundwave asked him out on a date!

Mixmaster, happy: Awww! It's awesome!!!

Bonecrusher: Wow! That's discovery!

Scavenger: Yeah huh!

Hook, approaching: What's "awesome"?

[Mixmaster and Bonecrusher turned to Hook, with a big smile]

Mixmaster, laughing happily: Hohohoho.

Bonecrusher: So, so? You hide things from us!

Hook, confused: Huh?

Mixmaster: What are you going to do, tell me?

Bonecrusher: A candlelit meal?

Hook, even more confused: ??? But what are you talking about?!

Mixmaster: About your crush on Soundwave and your date!

Hook, freezing: ...Huh? *Blushes in panic* What?!

Bonecrusher, chuckling: We all know~!

Scavenger, happy: I'm really happy for you!

Hook, blushing angrily: What?! What?! It's not your businness! It's wrong!

Scavenger: I've seen it all, Hook! Stop denying!

[Hook seemed to be trying to find something to retort, but found nothing, and left the room in anger and shame]

Mixmaster: Hookie! Stay!

Bonecrusher: Come on! That's great! Frag... Why is he reacting like that?

Mixmaster: He must consider love to be a weakness...

Bonecrusher: He doesn't seem to understand that in a gestalt you can afford to be weak...

Scavenger, embarrassed: Uh... I’m going to catch up to him!

*Scavenger gets up from the couch, before running to find Hook*

Scavenger: Hook! Where are you?

[Scavenger saw Hook walking through the halls, angrily, and ran to catch up to him]

Scavenger: Hook! Do not be angry! We were joking that's all! Please! We were just very happy for you!

Hook, turning to Scavenger with a scowl: Leave me alone!

Scavenger, sheepish: ...Bonecrusher was right... Don't take it that way... Being in love is not a weakness...

Hook, scowling: I'm not in love with Soundwave!

Scavenger: And I'm not an excavator!

Hook: ...Hmph!

Scavenger: Do you forgive me?

Hook: ...I'm not mad at you... but at me.

Scavenger, confused: Why?

Hook: I should have hidden it better, or not been in love at all...

Scavenger: That would have been stupid, and love can't be controlled.

Hook: Am I dreaming, or did you just call me stupid? Your escapade with Swindle made you bold, or oblivious!

Scavenger, nervous: Uh- No- It's just that it's a shame to miss out on love!

Hook: You're still young Scavenger, you don't know anything about it.

Scavenger: *Pouts* Soundwave is a calm and kind person. I think he’s good.

Hook: Soundwave is perfect.

Scavenger, smiling: Is that why you love him? Why do you think he's perfect?

Hook , embarrassed : As if I was going to tell you!

Scavenger:  *Laughs slightly*

Hook, blushing with anger: Don't laugh!

Scavenger, smiling: Yes! Sorry! *Encircling Hook's arm* Let's get my cleaning supplies back, so I can wash an other place!

Hook: Good! I'll make you wash the worst place!

Scavenger: Eeeeeh?!!

Hook: This is my revenge!

Scavenger: But Hook!!!

Hook: You deserve it!

[Scavenger pouted slightly, but his sulk didn't last long, as he was still genuinely happy with what was happening to Hook. Scavenger thought that Hook was becoming more open to others, and that made him really happy] 

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[Cosmos woke up, and left his room, before seeing Blast Off, reading a data-book, which he had certainly taken from Cosmos's shelf]

Blast Off, judging: You wake up only now? 

Cosmos: Huh? It's not that late.

Blast Off: Hope you're kidding. I was able to read all your data-books, each more uninteresting than the other while waiting for you!

Cosmos, sighing: What a good morning you give me.

Blast Off: We are much closer to the afternoon than to the morning.

Cosmos: You like to exaggerate, don’t you. Well, what do you want to eat?

Blast Off: I already ate. In doubt that you would have died in your sleep, I preferred to serve myself.

Cosmos, paling with embarrassment: You-you rummaged through the cupboards?

Blast Off: ...I immediately found the energon.

Cosmos: Oh! Phew! I mean, good if you found it!

[Blast Off had actually search more than he claimed, but while doing so, he saw a completely broken data-picture, depicting photos of Cosmos with another mech. Blast Off had concluded that it must have been his former roommate, and that it must have gone wrong. But strangely, Blast Off didn't mean to be mean about it]

Cosmos: How did you find the energon?

Blast Off: I decided to search in the most unlikely place possible.

Cosmos, sticking out his tongue: Ha! Ha! Very funny!

Blast Off: I know, I'm so funny.

Cosmos: *Rolls his optics* Anyway, today I thought I'd show you around town. What do you think?

Blast Off: I think that I don't have much choice.

Cosmos: You can as well stay here.

Blast Off: To bore me all alone in your awful apartment? No thanks. I'd rather bother you.

Cosmos, crossing his arms: Hmph! If that's how it is, I'd rather you didn't come!

Blast Off: ...Okay, no problem. Anyway, as I've finished reading all your data-books, I'm going to rummage through the cupboards!

Cosmos: No! Finally- Uh- No, it's better that you come, because... Because!

Blast Off: ...

Cosmos: ...

Blast Off, ironically: Your argument was so convincing that I decided to come with you.

Cosmos: Go get fragged!

Blast Off, ironic: Better.

Cosmos: Okay, I'll grab something to snack on, and let's go!

Blast Off, shrugging: Alright... 

[However, Shrapnel and Kickback were playing cards, and Kickback won again]

Shrapnel, scowling: I don't know how you cheat without I am noticing, but I know you cheat ~cheat~!

Kickback, sneering: I'm just excellent at this game!

Shrapnel: That's it. I will find. You'll see ~see~!

Kickback: Ha! Ha! Ha!

[Kickback then thought about the love of Shrapnel about Bombshell, and wondered how it would be now...]

Kickback: Hm... Shrapnel, about your interest to Bombshell...

Shrapnel, sighing: He's very clearly interested by Brawl ~brawl~...

Kickback: Yeah... So then...

Shrapnel: ...You think I should give up ~up~.

Kickback: Well...

Shrapnel: Part of me tries to forget that love for Bombshell, out of respect for him... But I've been in love to him for so long ~long~...

Kickback: And all this time, you haven't thought about tell him.

Shrapnel: Honestly... I'm not sure... Since we had lost our colony, I felt it wasn't really the right time ~time~...

Kickback: Alright! But before we lose our colony! I mean, as a trio, you would have to do a Spark Bond him anyway to create a Sparkling, since with me that wouldn't have been possible. So, a romantic relationship was possible. I mean, you didn't lose anything by trying.

Shrapnel: I wasn't in love with him before we lost the colony. It happened after. I trusted him in the decisions, so at first, I wanted him to be the leader. Then I realized he was much prettier than I thought, he was smart too, a little cold at times, but honestly, I liked it ~it~.

Kickback: It's weird that you didn't realize this before.

Shrapnel: ...I admit ~admit~... To be honest, before we lost our colony, I didn't like him ~him~.

Kickback: Oh? Why?

Shrapnel: ...I don't really know ~know~...

Kickback: ... *Shrugs* Bah! Opinions change!

Shrapnel, smiling: Yeah ~yeah~.

Kickback: Are we doing a new card game?

Shrapnel: Shouldn't you go see Drag Strip instead ~instead~?

Kickback, blushing with a frown: I don't see why.

Shrapnel: ... *Looks judgmentally*

Kickback: ... *Pouts*

Shrapnel: ... *Looks even more judgmentally*

Kickback, frowning: Don't look at me like that.

Shrapnel:  *Looks even more intently with judgement*

Kickback, standing up: Okay! I go!

Shrapnel: Great ~great~!

Kickback, leaving: I hate you!

Shrapnel: I love you too! See you ~you~!

[Kickback pouted while he out the Insecticons' quarters, really not understanding why Shrapnel and Bombshell were convinced that Kickback might potentially be interested by Drag Strip]

Kickback:  (He absolutely doesn't interest me at all!)

[Okay, Kickback liked hanging out with Drag Strip! Okay, Drag Strip was pretty cool if you forgot his narcissism! Okay, Kickback didn't like it when bad things happened at Drag Strip! Okay, Kickback thought Drag Strip was pretty! Okay...]

Kickback, stopping: ... (Oh frag...) ... (I love Drag Strip!)

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[Blast Off and Cosmos were walking through town, and Cosmos turned to Blast Off]

Cosmos: Where do you want to go?

Blast Off: You are the guide; the choice is yours. 

Cosmos: I don't know what you like, that's why I'm asking.

Blast Off: I like nothing.

Cosmos: Come on! There's one thing you like to do on... The new planet you live on...

[Cosmos then felt a little awkward, as he had forgotten that Blast Off was from Cybertron, the destroyed planet]

Blast Off: ...On Cybertron I was doing nothing but my job and it's the same on the new planet.

Cosmos: Hm... *Smiles* So let's try to find your passion!

Blast Off: ...Huh?

Cosmos: Well yes, let's try to find what you like.

Blast Off: I like liking nothing.

Cosmos: Stop being sarcasm and let's try some fun stuff! Let's go to the funfair!

Blast Off: I don't like it.

Cosmos: Yes, I know you like to like nothing.

[Cosmos took Blast Off's hand regardless, and pulled him with him, though in truth, if Blast Off had wanted to, he could have stopped Cosmos in his tracks. But he didn't do...]

Blast Off:  (...Is it me or...I'm nicer than I should be...Is the reprogramming Sunder put me through going away?) 

[However, Rumble and Frenzy were happily dancing while singing]

Rumble and Frenzy, singing: ~Soundwave have a date with Hook~ ~With Hook~ ~With Hook~ ~Soundhook~ ~Soundhook~!

Soundwave, blushing while also laughing: Ha! Ha! I'm glad you’re happy as much as I do!

Rumble: You're kidding! Of course, we are happy! We've been waiting for this for so long!

Frenzy: And then, it's reciprocal, so it's too, too great!!!

Rumble: Finally, our efforts have paid off!

Frenzy, jumping with joy: I'm so happy!

Rumble: What are you planning to do?

Soundwave: Well... I don't really know... Hook is the only medic, and I'm the Communications Commander... We can't go out as we please... I doubt Megatron will allow it...

Rumble: Hm...

Frenzy: Just go on a date in the comms room!

Rumble: Oh yeah!

Soundwave: Huh?! But if ever-

Frenzy: No one can get inside without your permission, except Megatron! And the chances of him coming to see you here are zero! So, it's good!

Rumble, sneering: And then you're not going to go on a date in your room, not on the first date!

Soundwave, shocked: Rumble!

Rumble, laughing: Just kidding! I'm joking!

Soundwave: A sparkling can't make jokes about that!

Rumble, shrugging his shoulders: Why not?

Soundwave , sighing putting a hand to his face :  (Primus, Rumble is starting to sound closer to a Youngling than a Sparkling...)

[Soundwave had to admit he knew it would happen one day, but as a Creator he wanted his Sparklings to stay Sparklings. But there was also this contradictory feeling that Soundwave want they could one day become adults proud of their accomplishments]

Soundwave: Hm... How about you come give me a hug instead?

[Frenzy then jumped straight into Soundwave's arms, and Rumble also came over, for a hug]

Soundwave: I love you with all my spark.

Frenzy, smiling: We love you too, Creati Soundwave!

Rumble: Yeah!

Soundwave:  *Smiles* 

[On Lithone, Cosmos had bought tickets to the funfair, and he and Blast Off passed the gate. Blast Off already sighed wearily, sensing that this was going to annoy him, or at best angry him]

Cosmos: Let's do a mini-game. What do you want to do?

Blast Off: Go home.

Cosmos: Oh! Let's do this game!

*The two approach the mini-game*

Blast Off: You know all fairground games are scams to take your shanix.

Cosmos: Why do you care? I pay!

Blast Off, sarcastic: It would sadden me if the person who hosts me becomes poor, and finds himself forced to sleep on the street.

Cosmos:  *Rolls his optics*

*The two arrive at the stand, and Cosmos gives two shanix coins*

Cosmos: Hello, metal bullets for me, and the mech next to me, which has an annoyance rating bigger than his size.

Blast Off: ... *Discretly laughs*

Cosmos, turning to Blast Off: Let’s do a challenge! The one who drops the most of cans wins!

Blast Off, smirking: I'll beat you!

Cosmos: We will see!

[The cans are placed, and Cosmos fires his three balls, but only manages to fall three cans]

Blast Off, ironic: I'm overwhelmed by your talent, it's almost as good as your level of argument.

Cosmos, sarcastically: I can't wait to see you do better!

Blast Off: Hmph!

[Blast Off fired, but when it hit the cans, none fell, and it was the same when he fired the second bullet]

Blast Off: ...

Cosmos, ironic: I'm really amazed.

Blast Off:  *frowns in anger*

[Well... There was no longer any question of holding back his strength, he was going to smash that stand frag! Blast Off took the last bullet, and fired absolutely with all his strength. The cans all took off, and the back wall of the stand was completely destroyed]

Blast Off, victorious: Boom!!! Fragger! I won!

Mech from the stand, furious and shocked: You destroyed my stand!

Blast Off, provoking: Maybe if you hadn't tried to rip me off by welding the cans together and on the table, I wouldn't have to! 

Mech from the stand, coming out of his stand and approaching Blast Off, furious: What?!

Cosmos: Uh... Calm down! No need to get carried away!

Mech from the stand: Mind your business, big mech!

Cosmos, offended: I’m not-

*Blast Off roughly grabs the stand mech's neck and lifts him off the ground*

Blast Off, scowling: Mech, what you're gonna do is you're gonna apologize to him.

Cosmos: Hey! Its okay! Everyone calms down! In a way you didn't have to destroy his stand!

Blast Off, sarcastic and glares at the stand mech: Oh, but I didn't do it on purpose. On the other hand, I will voluntarily destroy this mech!

Cosmos, hitting Blast Off's arm: Let him go!

[Blast Off glared coldly at Cosmos, who back off slightly in fear. Cosmos didn't like the atmosphere that was starting to appear]

Cosmos, turning pale with fear: Please... stop...

[Blast Off then felt his spark tighten, realizing he was still acting evil. Was it just his reprogramming? Or was that just what he was?] 

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*Blast Off drops the mech of the stand, who goes to hide behind his stand, and Blast Off leaves without a word*

Cosmos, trying to follow him: Blast Off! Wait!

[But Cosmos ended up losing Blast Off in the crowd, and Cosmos looked around in dismay. Blast Off, meanwhile, passed through an alley-way, before sitting down on the ground, and putting his knees next to him]

Blast Off , sadly :  (...I'm bad...I'm just bad...)

???: Uh... Excuse me...

[Blast Off looked up to see a white and dark blue robot with a protective mask and yellow optics. It appeared to have a motorized glider as an alternate mode]

???: You shouldn't hang around here too much, I heard it was quite dangerous.

Blast Off, condescending: And you didn't think I could be the danger?

???: ... *Smiles slightly* I've seen far more dangerous mechs.

Blast Off: ... *Stands* Hmph! If you say!

???: ...You seem to blame yourself for something.

Blast Off, freezes: What? How- I mean- what are you talking about?

???: I'm pretty good at guessing that, I'm a psychologist.

Blast Off: The nightmare of all the robots.

???, smiling: Let's say a welder. It's unpleasant, but aren't we delighted when the wound is repaired?

Blast Off: ...I guess so. ...What are you trying to do? You try to find customers?

???: No, since the loss of my friend, I no longer do this job, at least not while being paid.

Blast Off: ...Are you a tramp?

???, laughing: Ha! Ha! No! I have enough to haggle over, especially here!

Blast Off: You're not a Lithonian.

???: No, well guessed.

Blast Off: ...Bah! Anyway, I don't care where you're from. Go away, I want to be alone.

???: Maybe you could be alone in a less dangerous place.

Blast Off: So, what about you? What are you doing here?

???: I don't have to answer you.

Blast Off: I could threaten you.

???: Then maybe I'll answer you.

Blast Off, confused: ...You're weird.

???: No more than a mech that stays in a dangerous alley.

Blast Off: You stay there too.

???: Because you stay there.

Blast Off, scowling: Now you're annoying. But I guess that's your goal.

???: ... *Smiles* Maybe.

Blast Off: ...Are you going to do a psychologist thing?

???: "A psychologist thing"?

Blast Off: You manage to watch into my memories.

???: Wow, no. I don’t do mnemosurgery.

[Hearing this word Blast Off felt his spark tighten in fear, but tried to hide it]

???: ...Anyway! What made you want to be alone in a dark alley?

Blast Off, ironic: I wanted to steal mechs stupid enough to come here.

???, sarcastic and smiling: It's not a very well-prepared plan.

Blast Off: Yet it works. *Points to the stranger* The proof.

???, laughing: True.

[Blast Off and the stranger heard Cosmos shouting Blast Off's name, and the latter scowled and saddened at the same time]

???: ...I guess you are Blast Off.

Blast Off: ...Yeah...

???: Your friend is calling you. Won't you join him?

Blast Off: He's not my friend, and I don't want to join him...

???: Why?

Blast Off: He was scared of me because I'm a bad person.

???: You don't seem as a really bad person. And even if... "the person who shouts your name but who is not your friend, so let's say an acquaintance" is looking for you, it means that he should no longer be afraid of you.

Blast Off, laugh: Ah! Yeah...

???: So, how about you join him?

Blast Off, shrugging: Yeah, maybe.

*Blast Off starts to go, before turned toward the unknown*

Blast Off: Hey! I don't like the idea that you know my name, and I don't know yours! What's your name?

???: ...My name is Froid.

Blast Off: ...Is that a fake name?

Froid, smiling: Maybe. After all, I'm not going to give my real name to a thief who hangs out in some strange alley.

Blast Off, smiling: Yeah, sure. Goodbye.

Froid: Goodbye.

[Blast Off came out of the alley, and saw Cosmos running around, totally panicked, before seeing him]

Cosmos, running towards Blast Off: I found you! Why did you leave like that?!

Blast Off, shrugging: ...I wanted walking.

Cosmos, confused: ...You have strange moods.

Blast Off: Occasionally.

Cosmos: Where have you been?

Blast Off: Somewhere.

Cosmos, sighing: You won't tell me, will you?

Blast Off, smirking: No.

Cosmos: You're really annoying sometimes!

Blast Off, sarcastically: My annoying side is as big as my size, you remember.

Cosmos, ironic: True. How did I forget it?

Blast Off: Because you have a memory as short as your height.

Cosmos: But I'm fat, so that makes up for it.

Blast Off, starting to walk: You're not fat, don't say stupidity.

[Cosmos looked at Blast Off in surprise, before smiling discreetly. Well... For once that wasn't a really nasty remark]

Cosmos , smiling :  (Come on, in addition to being nice sometimes, let's say he can be appreciable sometimes too!)

[However, Froid continued to walk into the alley-way, before arriving at a bend, and seeing a rather dilapidated bar. Froid walked over to the bar and entered. There was quite a bit of noise, but some people turned around anyway when Froid arrived]

*Froid walks over to the counter, and sits on a stool*

Barmech: What do you want?

Cold: Just energon, and if possible, information.

Barmech, frowned: ...Hm...

Froid, putting a photo on the counter: I'm looking for this robot... His name is Sunder, and I heard he was on this planet. 

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[Cosmos walked beside Blast Off, thinking about what they could do now]

Cosmos: Well, let's try to find something else to do! How about going to see a movie at the cinema together!

Blast Off, shrugging: I don't really have the choice. 

[Cosmos smiles, before suddenly realizing something]

Cosmos:  (It's really look like a date!!!)

[Not that it bothered him, because Cosmos knew it wasn't! But still, the embarrassment persisted greatly in his spark]

Cosmos, embarrassed: Uh... Otherwise, we can do something else, if it doesn't suit you!

Blast Off: Nothing suits me.

Cosmos: *Rolls his optics* Let's go to the movies then...

Blast Off: You better not choose a bad movie.

Cosmos: You just have to choose.

Blast Off: No need, I already know I wouldn't like anything.

Cosmos: Break bolt.

Blast Off: *Cough in surprise* Hey?!

Cosmos: Come on! Let's go!

Blast Off: Oh no! Repeat to me what you just said!

Cosmos, starting to move forward and shouting: Break bolt!!!

Blast Off, grumbling: Damn little robot...

Cosmos: Ha! Ha! Ha! 

[However, Kickback was desperately looking for Bombshell. He absolutely had to talk to him about it! It was absolutely necessary that Kickback stop this love for Drag Strip!]

*Kickback then sees Bombshell talking to Brawl, and Kickback runs towards him*

Kickback, runs: Bombshell!!! I really need your help!!!

Bombshell: Huh?

Brawl, saluting: Oh hi Kickback!

Kickback: Hi! *Grabs Bombshell's arm and drags him* I'm so glad you're well! *Runs off with Bombshell*

Brawl: ...Uh- Yeah... (Wait, I didn't understand what just happened...)

[Kickback and Bombshell spinned down a hallway, before Kickback suddenly stops, and Bombshell percussed into him, Kickback nearly falling backwards. Bombshell caught up Kickback, holding his arm, before re-stabilizing him]

Bombshell: I ask for some explanation.

Kickback: Bombshell, I'm in scrap!

Bombshell: What do you mean?

*Kickback signals Bombshell to come closer, which Bombshell does*

Kickback, whispering: I'm in love with Drag Strip.

Bombshell: Glad you finally admit it.

Kickback, pouting: I'm not asking you for a comment, I'm asking for your help!

Bombshell: How can I help you?

Kickback: I don’t want love him! Tell me lots of advice that will make me understand that it's a bad decision!

Bombshell: ...Like what?

Kickback: Well, I don't know!

Bombshell: If you thought this decision of love towards Drag Strip so bad, you would have already given me several reasons, without asking my help.

Kickback: ...

Bombshell: ...

Kickback:  *Closes his optics in frustration*

Bombshell: You know I'm right-

Kickback, frustrated: I know!

Bombshell: If you could tell me what bothers you so much about being in love with Drag Strip.

Kickback: ...To be honest I don't really know...

Bombshell: So, there's no reason?

Kickback: No...

Bombshell: So, what's the problem?

Kickback: ...That's a good question...

Bombshell: It's a matter of pride, isn't it?

Kickback, indignant: Not at all!

Bombshell: Yes, deep down you would have preferred Drag Strip to fall in love with you first.

Kickback: ... *Crosses arms and pouts* ...

Bombshell: ...

Kickback: That's right.

Bombshell: Glad you admit it.

Kickback: But nothing is proven until there is a declaration of love.

Bombshell: ...

Kickback: I will make Drag Strip declare his love before me!

Bombshell: ...That's-

Kickback, leaving: Good! I go! Thanks for your advice, Bombshell!

Bombshell: I absolutely didn't- Too late he's gone...

[Kickback ran down the halls, this time looking for Drag Strip. Yeah! Okay, Drag Strip won this battle, but not the war of love! Kickback would emerge victorious!]

*Kickback sees Drag Strip, and smirks*

Kickback: Drag Strip! Hi!

Drag Strip, smiling: Hey!

Kickback: You walk around a lot more than usual, tell me.

Drag Strip: It must be said that Knockout is a much cooler leader than Motormaster.

Kickback, surprised: Huh? The doctor has become your boss?

Drag Strip: Yup!

Kickback: How did Motormaster feel it?

Drag Strip, sneering: Very badly, he doesn't come out of his room anymore.

Kickback, smirking: Good. It also means that no one will bother us with our date.

Drag Strip:  *Blushes in surprise*

Kickback: You know, the one you promised me.

Drag Strip, frowning, embarrassed: I remember that very well!

Kickback, sly: Why? Couldn't stop thinking about it?

Drag Strip, blushing angrily: No! It's just that I had to plan a perfect date for tonight!

Kickback: Oh! So, it's tonight?

Drag Strip: Absolutely!

Kickback: Great! I can't wait to see the great date you prepared for me! *Starts to leave* See you tonight then, Draggy!

Drag Strip: See you tonight!

[Drag Strip watched Kickback walk away, and slumped in despair when he was sure Kickback can't saw him anymore]

Drag Strip:  (Tonight??? What??? But I'm crazy! I haven't prepared anything! How can I make a great date for tonight!!!)

*Drag Strip puts his hands on his helmet in panic*

Drag Strip , panicking :  (Scraaaap!!!) 

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[Blast Off and Cosmos arrived in front of the cinema, and Blast Off sighed]

Cosmos: Don't sulk right away, we haven't even chosen a film!

Blast Off: I have the right to sigh, don't I?

Cosmos: No.

Blast Off:  *Huff with annoyance*

Cosmos: Eh!

Blast Off: I huffed, not sighed.

Cosmos: Well, whatever.

[The two entered the cinema, and Cosmos looked at the movies they could see]

Cosmos:  (Well not a romantic movie, because I'm sure Blast Off doesn't like it, but especially because it's not a date!)

Blast Off: ... (Now that I think, it's been a long time since I watched a movie with robots...)

Cosmos: Hm... A drama?

Blast Off: And hearing people in the room cry pathetically? No thanks.

Cosmos: A comedy film?

Blast Off: And hearing people in the room laugh stupidly? No thanks, really.

Cosmos: Pfft! You’re so boring!

Blast Off: I said I was going to like nothing.

Cosmos: Yeah, yeah! In that case, let's watch a detective film!

Blast Off: Why?

Cosmos: Because you didn't say no.

Blast Off: I didn't-

Cosmos: Come on, I'll buy tickets!

Blast Off: ... (He trick me.)

[Cosmos took the tickets, and motioned for Blast Off to follow him, which Blast Off did. They entered a room, and Cosmos sat in a seat, and Blast Off sat ten seats away]

Cosmos: ...What are you doing?

Blast Off: I don't like to sit next to people.

Cosmos: Don't you think that ten places apart is exaggerated?

Blast Off: No.

Cosmos: Seriously?

[The film started, and Cosmos rolled his optics at Blast Off's slightly sparkling behavior. But Cosmos knew what to do. Every ten minutes he was going to get closer to a place, impossible for Blast Off to notice]

*Cosmos moves of one seat*

Blast Off: ... *Also moves*

Cosmos: ...

Blast Off: ...I see you, silly.

Cosmos:  *Moves of one more seat*

Blast Off:  *Moves to the next one*

Cosmos:  *Moves of two seats*

Blast Off:  *Frowns and moves three seats*

Cosmos:  *Stands up*

Blast Off:  *Also stands up*

Cosmos:  *Runs to catch Blast Off*

Blast Off:  *Runs away*

Cosmos, determined: There is a moment when I will manage to catch you!!!

Blast Off: In your dreams!!!

[In the end they got kicked out of the room. Beause we don't run to movie theaters]

*Cosmos and Blast Off leave cinema*

Cosmos: It's your fault!

Blast Off: Me?! It's yours!

Cosmos: Who ran away from me?!

Blast Off: Who sued me?!

Cosmos: Who acted like a sparkling?!

Blast Off: Who screamed in the room like a fool?!

Cosmos: ...

Blast Off: ...

Cosmos and Blast Off: It's your fault!!!

Cosmos: Okay, stop!

Blast Off: Tss!

Cosmos: Let's do something else!

Blast Off: Like what?

Cosmos: Let's go to the bar!

Blast Off: It's only late afternoon.

Cosmos: Exactly, that's perfect!

Blast Off: ...Well okay. (It's been a long time since I took concentrated energon, so why not.)

Cosmos, smiling: Great! Come on, I know a great place! 

[However, Drag Strip was returning to the Stunticons district with a lot of thought on his mind]

Drag Strip:  (How the frag am I supposed to make a great date, when the evening is coming soon?!)

*Drag Strip enters the living room, and sees the crew, except for Motormaster, watching a movie*

Drag Strip:  (I could maybe ask one of them... But who? They're all fool! Breakdown, he's already afraid to look at others in the optics, so it's not to do a date...Wildrider...not talking about Wildrider...)

*Drag Strip approaches them, still thinking*

Drag Strip:  (Dead End, well, he know how to flirt, apparently... But if I explain the situation to him, he will probably tell me that to avoid shame I should jump off a bridge... Maybe...Knockout?)

*Drag Strip comes up to the rest of the team, and sits down on the couch*

Drag Strip: Uh... Knockout?

Knockout, turning his head to Drag Strip: Hm?

Drag Strip: I... I have the right to ask you something?

Knockout, shrugs: Depends what it is.

Drag Strip, embarrassed, speaking lower: Could we discuss this somewhere else?

Knockout: ... *Smiles* Yes! Sure!

[Drag Strip smiles in relief, because if it had been Motormaster, although he never would have asked Motormaster for anything, he would have been entitled to public humiliation]

Knockout, standing up: Let's go outside.

[Knockout started to leave, and Drag Strip followed, the two exiting the Stunticons area. Breakdown watched them go, frowning, wondering what Drag Strip want to tell to Knockout]

Breakdown , nervous :  (Is Drag Strip gonna ask Knockout to be his sparkmate?!)

[Breakdown stood up, and left as well. Wildrider turned his head towards Breakdown who was leaving, before laughing, and following him too]

Dead End: ... (Hm?)

*Dead End gets up to join them, and exits as well, before seeing Wildrider and Breakdown hiding behind a wall. Dead End is watching, to see Knockout and Drag Strip*

Drag Strip: Are you good about dating?

Knockout: ... *Laughs* Of course!

Drag Strip: I need your advice!

Knockout: I listen to you.

Drag Strip: I have a friend who told to a mech they"re going to go on a great date for together tonight, but my friend didn't plan anything!

Knockout: Hm... On Velocitron it would have been quite easy, but on this planet in the midst of war, I don't think you can make a great one...

Drag Strip: Please! You're my only- My friend's only chance!

Knockout: Hm... *Shrugs* I may be a magnificent doctor, and an accomplished mech about flirt, but I'm not a miracle. I don't see how I could help you- help your friend.

Drag Strip: Then there is no chance of success.

Knockout: The only thing I can advise is to do a disaster, but in a cool way.

Drag Strip: Otherwise, I can tell him that it will be for next time.

Knockout: No! A commitment is a commitment! You said you were going to do it, so you are going to do it!

Breakdown, whispering behind the wall: He's so cool!

Drag Strip: But it's going to be a disaster!

Knockout: A disaster perhaps! But, I told you, in a cool way!

Drag Strip: A Cool Disaster?

Knockout: A Cool Disaster!

Drag Strip, smiling: Okay! It will be fine!

Knockout: Great! So, I wish you good luck!

Wildrider, behind the wall, whispering: I didn't know Drag Strip had a friend.

Breakdown, whispering: Maybe Kickback.

Dead End: ...

Knockout: Okay, I'm going. Courage! And do not forget! A Cool Disaster!

Drag Strip: A Cool Disaster! (Yeah! It's okay! It's gonna be okay!)

Dead End , behind the wall :  (Only the word disaster will remain...) 

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[Blast Off and Cosmos were walking around town, Cosmos looking for the bar he was talking about, but couldn't seem to find it]

Blast Off: Do you where the bar is? 

Cosmos: Huh? What do you mean?

Blast Off: It must be three times that we go around in circles.

Cosmos, blushing with shame: Aaah... I- No- I know exactly where it is!

Blast Off: And where is it?

Cosmos, embarrassed: Uh- Hum- Hey! Let's try there!

Blast Off, arching an eyebrow: "Let's try"?

Cosmos: It's over there.

Blast Off: Hm, hm.

Cosmos: Shut up and follow me!

Blast Off: I've only been doing this for a while...

Cosmos: Shush!

*Blast Off sees a crowd where Cosmos is heading, and grabs their hand*

Cosmos, surprised: What are you doing?!!

Blast Off: What? I'm tired of losing you in the crowd.

Cosmos: Hmph!

[The two entered the crowd, and Blast Off began to move forward, being sure to have Cosmos with him, still feeling his hand. Blast Off managed to get out of the crowd, and turned back to Cosm-]

Blast Off:  (Eh?)

[That mech... It wasn't Cosmos...]

Blast Off, releasing the stranger's hand: The frag?! How-?!

Unknown: Sorry! I thought you were my sparkmate! I lost him in the crowd!

Blast Off: You have to expand your city! It's not normal to lose others in the crowd like that!

Unknown:  *Shrugs*

Blast Off, angry: Go away!

*Unknow runs away*

Blast Off , crossing his arms :  (But then where is that fool?!) 

[However, Cosmos looked around in dismay. If only he could fly, it would be much easier to find Blast Off. Cosmos ended up being dragged away by the crowd, and although he eventually managed to get out, he really didn't know where he was...]

Cosmos:  (Wow... Doesn't sound like a nice place to me...)

*Cosmos decides to walk, hoping to find a nicer place*

Cosmos , scared :  (I really don't like this place...)

[Suddenly, Cosmos heard footsteps like people running, and a mech exclaiming]

???: Catch him, Boom!!!

Boom: I try, Sonic!

[Cosmos suddenly gets hit by someone, and the two fall backwards]

Cosmos, rubbing his helmet: Ouch!

Froid, standing up: Sorry! I did not see you!

Cosmos, also getting up: Me neither...

Sonic, arriving: Hey?! Who are you? Are you with him?!

Cosmos: Huh-I-

Boom, also arriving: Who cares! Catch him too!

Cosmos, confused: What- But I-

Froid, grabbing Cosmos' hand, and dragging him away: Run!

[Cosmos got caught up in the escape, and began to run instinctively, while the other two mechs began to chase after them]

Cosmos, panicking and running: But what is the frag?!!

Froid, running: Can you fly?

Cosmos, running: Yes! But it is forbidden!

Froid, running: True, I forgot that! But would you rather die murdered, or arrest for fly prohibited?

Cosmos, running: Said like that...

Froid, running: So, fly.

[Cosmos transforms, while ensuring Froid is on his roof]

Sonic, growling: Frag!

Boom: We have to tell the boss!

Sonic: No! Let's climb on the roof of one of his buildings! We'll get them!

[Sonic and Boom took hands, and made a sonic boom, before taking a huge leap and landing on one of the roofs of a building. Sonic starts running, before grabbing Cosmos' alternate mode, which knocks him off balance, and Froid falls into the void]

Cosmos, shocked: AH!

[Froid transformed into glider, and ascended, before switching back to his root mode and kicking Sonic in the head, who fell, before being caught by Boom, who was still on the roof]

*Cosmos leaves very quickly with Froid, who gets back on his roof*

Sonic: Fraaaag!!!

[Cosmos and Froid manage to run away of Sonic and Boom, and Cosmos continues to fly with Froid on his roof]