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Main Shipyard – Control Room

Stockade put both hands up in a defensive posture. He didn’t want to upset Erector any more than he already was. He was just as concerned for Grindcore as the mech’s own boss was. The last thing Stockade was to find out something unfortunate happened to Grindcore.

“Hang on Erector. I don’t want you to think I’m stepping on your toes or anything like that. Besides I understand the way you feel. I’ve worked with plenty of mechs long before transitioning to this location and I’ve also had the liberty of working with them afterward. But if I also tried to keep them out of trouble before that trouble arose.”

Stockade took a deep intake of air as he tried to come up with the right words so as not to offend his miniscule friend, but he was at a loss. It was only when Erector mentioned his wished to have Rung present on the station. He had to admit the makeshift psychiatrists on Cas Coller where either supervisors that had a sympathetic ear or they were zealots who traipsed through the shipyards reminding everyone just how wrong they were for enabling the war with new heavily armed warships. Not the ideal mechs to depend on for an unbiased opinion.

“Rung’s presence would have been nice. Unfortunately all we got were the leftovers.”

The weapons expert offered Erector a small smile. But that soon faded when the orange and grey mech swore that he would keep an optic on Grindcore and that if he got out of line, or his actions caused the injury to either him or someone else that he’d be in Kick-Off’s custody.

The larger ‘Bot gave a tight nod as he stared over at the other supervisor. He knew Erector was good for his word, after all he knew Grindcore better than him. Stockade let out a heavy sigh before turning his head to take another look at the video feed of the Trion.

“I’m sure he’s a good mech at spark and Primus knows we need all we can get. And if you vouch for him then he’s worth any trouble he can through at you. Just let me know if you need an extra hand with him…you know, if things get out of hand.”

Energon Bar

The annoying little blue mech seemed to move just a little too slow for the Dinobot flamethrower causing his ire to rise exponentially…never a good thing when it came to Slag. Finally Side Burn hopped off the stool that Slag claimed as his own giving him free access to the stool.

“Yeah right. Just remember short-round, no one takes a seat next to a Dinobot except another Dinobot.”

Unfortunately Slag did not get the opportunity to tear into the smaller ‘Bot as Side Burn vaulted over the bar and landed behind the bar. The hotheaded Dinobot the move was impressive, but not so far as to be exceptional. Slag flopped down onto the stool and let out a deep growl as he pointed directly at the blue mech.

“What I wanna know, grease stain, is why you’re so interested in knowing what we’ve been up to for the past several thousand vorns. You seem to be the only one interested in our past. Tell me somethin’, you gathering intel on us to take to someone in particular?”
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Had Skyfall’s faceplate been retracted he would have stared at Kick-Off slack jawed. However, he was given no chance to continue his complaining when the security chief took a hold of his head and examined the supposed damage done by the object thrown from the area near the bar.

“Examined?! In the med bay?! And how am I gonna know you actually took care of anything?!”

Skyfall gave Kick-Off an icy glare before shoving past the head of security and heading toward the door.

Main Shipyard - Control Room

Erector cast his opposite a smile when the weapons engineer became a bit defensive in his initial response to the minibot’s words. “No worries, Stockade. I know you’re just trying to help. The whole situation is frustrating, and I just wish I could snap my fingers and make Grindcore see the error of his ways. Unfortunately, it’s not that simple,” the small mech said, keeping his optics on the Autobot sitting across from him. The foremech knew that Stockade was only concerned with the safety of not only Grindcore but of all those workers around him, as well, meaning no disrespect towards the minibot.

Erector chuckled slightly at the mention of only having the leftover mental health experts and not Rung, himself. Still, perhaps one of them would be able to get through to the heavy lifter. Rung couldn’t possibly be the only shrink in the galaxy that was capable of giving guidance to those who have gone astray. Erector would have to check the roster list later and see if there was anyone available that was qualified enough to help. He didn’t want to send Grindcore to just anybody, but perhaps there was someone he would listen to, if only for a short while.

Stockade ended his comments with an open offer of help if Erector needed it. The foremech nodded and stood up from his small chair. “I appreciate that, Stockade. Grindcore usually does what I tell him as he still respects me, even if it’s grudgingly. However, you never know what he’ll do when intoxicated. If that situation ever arises, I’ll be sure to call you for assistance,” the minibot assured him as he extended his tiny hand up towards the much taller weapons specialist. “And thank you for bringing your concerns to me. They have not gone unheard.”

Energon Bar

Snarl watched as Side Burn hopped off of Slag’s intended seat and subsequently leapt up and over the bar in order to help serve them all drinks. The Desert Warrior had hoped that his flame throwing comrade would just sit on the tiny nuisance and be done with it, but the little fellow was too fast. The plated warrior’s disappointment rivaled only his continued thirst for more high grade. “Just shut up and give me more energon, Shorty!” Snarl demanded as he glared across the bar top at Side Burn. “Million questions not wanted. We Dinobots here now. That all you need to know! Now, fill 'er up!”

While waiting for the annoying bartender wannabe to refill his empty glass, Snarl’s attention was drawn to a voice coming from behind him that was trying to get his and the other Dinobots’ undivided attention. The Desert Warrior spun around in his chair to see the head of shipyard security standing there, welcoming them to the station. After that, Kick-Off rambled on and on regarding the rules and regulations of Cas Coller and how they needed to be obeyed or suffer the consequences. Snarl tried not to laugh at the thought of any of these security mechs trying to punish a Dinobot, but a slight smirk crept onto his visage anyway.

The solar-powered warrior leaned back against the bar and crossed his arms over his chestplate as he listened to the remainder of Kick-Off’s lecture. Snarl could care less about being charged for the destruction of property as he had no intention of paying any kind of fine while here at the shipyards. Where the Dinobots went, ruination was sure to follow. It was a simple fact that could not be avoided. Besides, once they had hijacked the Trion, the last thing the security chief would be worried about was collecting credits from them. So, it really didn’t matter in the long run.

Once Kick-Off had finally finished speaking, Snarl uncrossed his arms and stood up from his bar stool. The Desert Warrior then slowly approached the head of security and placed a firm hand onto the smaller Autobot’s shoulder plate. “No problem, Kick-Out,” Snarl replied in a deep voice, intentionally getting the name wrong. “Training rooms sound like good idea. We do our best to be violent there. Me promise.” The stoic expression on the solar-powered Dinobot’s faceplate turned into a wide grin as he glanced back at Slag and Side Burn before returning his attention to Kick-Off. “Although, you may want to save lover ‘Bot over there before Slag sets him on fire. Heh. Just an idea.”

Energon Bar

Sludge seemed be to enjoying himself as he drank his second mug of energy, all the while things were happening around him. Setting his drink on the counter, he laughed some more as he watched Slag make his presence known to the smaller blue mech who was so intent on asking the Dinobots questions. As he watched Side Burn squirm, the desert warrior sitting next to him made a little bet. Sludge thought about it for several astroseconds as the Dinobot flamethrower's latest victim finally got the point, only to jump to the other side of the bar and become even more of an annoyance.

"Me think Slag will pound him into scrap metal first.", Sludge replied to Snarl's bet with a grin, "Unless the little blue weakling runs away scared first."

As Sludge lifted his mug up for another drink, another little Autobot came up to the four Dinobots. This Autobot, apparently some member of security named Kick Off, went on about the various rules. Sludge didn't even bother to turn around and face him, he simply stood where he was and drank, only once or twice turning his head. As far as Sludge was concerned, he was just another little Autobot know-it-all who thought they could boss around the Dinobots with the same slagging rules. Sludge knew better, though.

Grimlock is strongest, much stronger than this little Autobot. Me Sludge only follow Grimlock's orders.

Sludge was about to turn around and get in Kick Off's face with Snarl, when he started to remember his leader's earlier orders. They were supposed to keep a low profile, and not draw any attention. The gears in Sludge's head, both literally and figuratively, started grinding as he tried to figure what Grimlock would want them to do.

Hmmmm..... Grimlock not want any Autobots to pay attention to Dinobots...... Maybe Slag scrapping this bot not a good thing.....

Once Sludge had come back from his deep thinking, he saw Snarl suggest to the security mech that Side Burn might need saving, as Slag's patience (if he even had any) was running out. Sludge turned around, and after several more astroseconds of thinking and scratching his head, he tapped both Snarl and Swoop on the shoulder.

"Um....", he said with hesitation, "Maybe we should stop Slag from hurting that little Autobot....."

Sludge then stood and waited for a response from the other Dinobots. It was one of the few times he suggested a course of action, but he wasn't going to act on it unless the other Dinobots were on board.

Security Office

The two security mechs escorted the restrained Highcall into a small waiting room just outside of Kick Off's office. As he had promised he had cooperated with them, and even managed to keep his vocalizer shut off during the entire trip.

"Take a seat.", one of the mechs motioned for the religous engineer to one of several chairs in the mostly bare room, "It could be several breems before Kick Off returns here."

Highcall nodded and quickly sat down, his hands in front of him with energon restraints around his wrist. The two security mechs kepted standing, one next to Highcall and the other facing him from the other side of the room. Both were armed but relaxed, probably because they knew enough about Highcall not to expect any violent behavour. And they were right to.

Highcall's cooling fans took a deep intake of air; with nothing to do but wait, this was as good a time as any for meditation and prayer.

"Is it all right if I shut my optics off until Kick Off gets here?", he politely asked.

The two guards looked at each other, a little confused by the request.

"I, uh,", the guard across from him studdered, "I suppose that's okay. Just don't try anything funny."

Highcall thankfully smile at the guards just before he shut off his optic sensors. He slowed down the air intake of his cooling fans, bringing them to a constant rhythm, and focused on the humming sounds of the energy flowing through the room's lights.

Oh Primus, God of Eternal Light, holiest of all beings. Please hear my prayers, and guide me to the path that you have chosen.....

Turbolift

If Cosmos had an actual mouth, he would have had the largest grin as Grimlock asked about the event he was referring to. Despite starting out as a top-secret project, by now everyone in the shipyards knew all about the Trion. Now that he was talking to someone from outside, Cosmos was all giddy to talk about it, so much that he shook with excitement as pressed the button to activate the turbolift.

"Oh, it's just the biggest event to happen here in over a hundred vorns!", Cosmos answered, unable to contain himself, "In one mega-cycle we'll be launching and celebrating the maiden voyage of the most advanced ship in the Autobot fleet, the Trion!"

Cosmos jumped with enthusiasm, though most would argue if such a miniscule distance in the air by the stout Autobot could be considered a jump.

"Our top mech's have been working on her for nearly a vorn! She has the most state-of-the-art weapon systems, unbeatable defensive capabilties, and the most advanced propulsion drive in the entire galaxy! I tell you, she makes the Nemesis look like a garbage scow! Once the Decepticons see her, they'll be running in terror!"

In all his excitement about talking about the Trion, Cosmos stopped and realized who he was talking to. Grimlock was a warrior, after all, and it was likely the Dinobot commander had little interest in high-tech space craft. A little embarassed of himself, he cut down on his enthusiasm before he continued.

"I'm sorry about that, sometimes I can't control myself.", he apologized, "But anyway, in one mega-cycle the entire shipyard will be celebrating it's launch. There'll be several high rankiing officials from across the quadrant attending, several speeches will be given as well as a formal reception."

A low chime came as the turbolift reached their destination. The doors slid open, but before they entered the command hub, Cosmos had one more interesting tidbit he felt the need to share. Cosmos inched a little closer to the Dinobot commander so he would be the only one to hear it.

"And there's also a rumor,", the short green mech whispered, "That Optimus Prime himself will be attending the event! It might just be a rumor, but I'd bet my navigation circuits that he'll be here!"

Done talking, Cosmos looked to the turbolift exit which now led to the command hub. Though he wanted to lead the way, the much larger Grimlock blocked his way out. Trying to look curteous rather than stuck, the short green mech motioned his hand toward the opening.

"Commander Countdown's office is through there. After you!"

Berth Six--Ark-19

Cloudburst could tell just by looking at her that this ship had seen some quality service in the field. It was almost weird, standing this close to a ship that had surely seen battle on the front lines when he himself was so far away from it. To actually exchange battery fire with Megatron or one of his lieutenants must have been a thrill unlike many that Cloudburst could imagine. Not that Cloudburst was a thrill-seeker by any means. Intellectual curiosity. That was all.

Not really. But he could lie to himself just as well as anyone else.

Autobot technicians from the Alpha Shipyards had already boarded and were performing routine maintenance on the vessel. If the Autobots were going to come all this way, there was certainly no reason to send them on their way in a ship that was functioning less than optimally.

Cloudburst scanned his present location on to the shipyard's duty records so that Countdown would know where he was and boarded the ship, following after a tech who was going to examine the ship's primary fuel lines. It wasn't long before he came to set of multiple paths.

"Bridge is, um, that way, I'm guessing?" Cloudburst said, pointing down one of the corridors.

"Actually, that way, sir," the tech working on some of the ship's wiring said, pointing down the opposite corridor pathway.

"Oh. Oh, right. Thanks," Cloudburst said, before walking down the indicated corridor. It was a nice ship. Very well-maintained. Would be a shame to see her leave. But Cloudburst knew that she had more purpose in the field than serving as a war relic here.

Main Shipyard – Control Room

Stockade flashed his friend a warm smile before standing up and offering Erector a nod of appreciation. The smaller mech had been willing to listen and had remained open to suggestions…it was something not many other supervisors would do if another mech pushed their beliefs onto them.

“Alright, Erector. Thanks for hearin’ me out. I really hope Grindcore pulls himself together. On your word I believe he’s a good mech and that he’s got some great potential.”

With another nod Stockade turned to the door but stopped before exiting. He paused a moment in thought before turning halfway around and looking back at the orange and grey mech.

“I hope ya don’t mind, Erector, but I think I’m gonna let Grindcore know I got no ill feelings toward him. Maybe that’ll smooth things over just a bit.”

Stockade didn’t wait for a response as he turned back around and left through the sliding doors. The weapons specialist strode through the corridor toward the berth their newest ship was stationed. On the way he contacted his supervising coordinator and let the mech know that he was detained until further notice and that he needn’t wait around if his crews’ shift ended. The line was cut with an affirmative and a few pleasantries.

Main Shipyard – The Trion’s Hull

Stockade had made his way to and on the Trion with few hindrances. He quickly checked the duty log taking note where Grindcore had signed in. That would have been the mech’s starting point during his long task of buffing the ship’s hull. With a soft sigh Stockade moved through the corridors until he came to the outer access hatch that would put him in the closest area to his intended target.

Moments later the door slid up and to one side giving the weapons specialist a magnificent view of the main shipyard and all of its berths, both occupied and vacant. As the lift stopped Stockade moved out and onto the walkway that snaked over the hull giving maintenance workers and drones a place to move with ease as they went about their duties.
The mech took a quick glance around the immediate area with his optics, but when didn’t see his target he switched to his scanners and magnified his optic sensors. The beacon that began to pulse in the right hand corner of his Heads up Display drew out a broad smile.

“There ya are.”

His trek only a few minutes and once Grindcore’s form came into view Stockade quickened his pace. The sooner he smoothed things over with this mech the better he’d feel about jumping down his throat earlier.

“Yo! Grindcore! I’d like ta have a word with ya! Can ya spare an astrosec?!”

Energon Bar

Slag grabbed hold of the offered energon and slogged the entire contents of the mug down his gullet. The flamethrower let out a deep grunt as he slammed the glass down onto the bar top and wiped the remainder of liquid off his face. He regarded Side Burn with a scrutinizing glare before he slid the mug up the counter and looked to it and then to the impromptu barkeep. When the blue mech didn’t react fast enough Slag stood up quickly and took hold of the protruding armor around Side Burn’s neck and dragged the vanguard closer to him.

“You wanna keep that pretty little head connected to that teeny tiny neck of yours…then I suggest you keep the good stuff flowin.”

The angry Dinobot shoved Side Burn back and flashed him a razor sharp toothy grin while raising his mug and shaking it from side to side.

“Now how’s about we try this again pretty-boy? Fill it up, and don’t be stingy!”

The flamethrower’s actions continued even through Kick-Off’s droning for droning’s purposes. Had Slag not been preoccupied with the newest member of the establishment’s workforce the Dinobots would have thrown his mug at the security officer’s head. And once he was stunned pick up and proceed to pummel the poor disillusioned fragger.

Unfortunately Slag heard Snarl’s response to the security officer’s announcement. Why the desert warrior would stoop so low as to agree to anything not a Dinobot said was something that did not sit right.

Slag flashed his teammate an incredulous glare before looking over his shoulder at the smaller mech.

“You call yerself a Dinobot, Snarl?! My orders only come from Grimlock, and you look nothin' like him.”

With a feral growl Slag slung his mug at the group of security officers.

Energon Bar

Side Burn shrugged his shoulders at Slag’s question as he prepared more drinks for the massive Autobots. “I’m just curious is all. I guess I’m just used to knowing stuff before everyone else does. First one into battle and all that. And who doesn’t like a good story really? As fun as this place can be it can get a little dull at times. A good story that has to be behind your absence would liven things up considerably.” He passed out the fresh round of drinks to each of the Dinobots before he went back to wiping off the bar.

Everything the Autobot had said was true. With his admirer having run off he didn’t exactly have anything pressing going on. A good yarn would help pass the time while he waited for another pretty femme to come along. Of course it might also include some material he could use in his own, slightly exaggerated, tales. He would have to change some details of course to add some of his personal flair to it, but he knew there would be something interesting from their story he could use. How could there not be?

The Autobot’s thoughts were interrupted as Slag grabbed a hold of him and dragged him over to him. The blue Autobot simply sighed as Slag issued another threat to him. He stumbled after being pushed and looked up at the Dinobot. “You know pushing and dragging me all over the place isn’t going to get you your drinks any faster.” He poured another one and slid it over to the angry Dinobot.

With Slag hopefully satisfied with his new drink Side Burn went back to his earlier train of though. “I suppose I could just search through the records and try to find the official story of what happened to you all that took you out of the fight for so long. I think Prowl was in charge of the sector you guys were in? You know, I think I did some training with him way back in the day. Is he the guy, about my height, black and white, by the book and as boring as the lowest octane fuel?”

*

Kick-Off barely acknowledged Skyfall’s stomping off as he focused on the reactions of the Dinobots to his speech. Sludge seemed to ignore most of it, or maybe he just didn’t understand it. The rather blank look he seemed to almost always sport didn’t exactly tell him much. Snarl seemed to have paid attention and actually acknowledged what he said, if in a slightly condescending manner. Being in security meant he had gotten that treatment more then once before. He let it roll off of him like water off of a sealant coated windshield.

He did glance over to see the bot Snarl had mentioned and recognized Side Burn. The warrior hadn’t done anything to really draw his attention since arriving on the shipyard. After perusing his file he had determined that at the worst he might get some nuisance complaints about his tendency to take up all the attention of the femme. Fortunately not complaints had come, yet. Kick-Off turned back to Snarl. “I think he can take care of himself. Worst comes to worst I’m pretty sure he can out run any of you.”

The security mech turned to leave when he saw the mug hurtling towards him out of the corner of his optic. He moved on pure instinct spinning and swinging his arm at the object, his fist striking the container and shattering it spectacularly. He glanced back at Slag. “You aren’t the only warrior who learned to fight in an arena. You’ll be fined for littering, consider that your last free pass.”

Kick-Off turned and made for the door, motioning for the remaining security to follow him. He spoke to them in a quiet tone as the left the bar. “I want you posted outside the bar. You being inside will probably just provoke them into more action like that. Don’t interfere unless things get out of hand, and then I want you to contact me immediately. We are going to have to be flexible with these guys, give them a bit of leeway, but don’t let it get out of hand. Understood?”

Satisfied with the collection of nods he got in return Kick-Off began the walk back to the security officer where a lecture with Highcall awaited him.

*

Turbolift

Grimlock got the answer he expected when Cosmos began talking about the Trion. While the Dinobot was aware of its existence the mini-bot eager filled in a few details he had been lacking. Now he had a firm date for its launch which was a bit sooner then he had been hoping for. From the sounds of it they were going to make it all a rather large event as well, which was also problematic. They were going to have to get things moving on it a bit sooner then he had wanted.

The Dinobot leader couldn’t help but make a comment on his mention of Optimus. “Prime overrated,” he muttered quietly, still careful not to mention his death. When he spoke again it was in a louder voice. “Me would like to see Trion. Me not tech head, but know how to appreciate good weapons. Trion sound like best weapon Autobots have. Maybe you take me on tour of it later.” Hopefully that would give him a bit of an opening to get on board the vessel. If worst came to worst he could easily disable Cosmos and seize the ship, maybe picking up the Dinobots or rendezvousing with them somewhere.

Of course that was assuming he could even fly the thing and get it out of the shipyards. He had missed a decent amount of time buried on Earth and technology had to move forward in his absence. While he didn’t think there was that much you could change about flying a ship he wouldn’t put it past the Autobot scientists to make it far too complicated. Still, if it was half as powerful as Cosmos described it would be worth putting up with some minor complications.

Once the doors opened Grimlock stepped out into the command hub. It was a busy room, bustling with activity. With so many ships docking at the shipyard and undergoing refueling and repairs most of the activity was devoted to communications and directing traffic. A weapons console was manned but not particularly busy, as he expected. That would help with the plan at least. Perhaps they could sow a little confusion to help their escape, maybe increase or jam up all the traffic. It was something he was going to have to consider. He waited for Cosmos to lead him to the office and start up his incessant talking again, hopefully gaining a few more nuggets of valuable information along the way.

Energon Bar

Swoop rolled his optics at the chatty Autobot’s antics. If there was one thing he hated more than stupidity it was stupidity coupled with persistence. He could already tell his flamethrower companion was struggling not to tear the blue bot a new intake and Swoop had half a mind to let him. Unfortunately they couldn’t afford such screw ups during this mission, so even when the security bot, Kick-Off, came over to drone at them, he did nothing more than give the stuffy mech an irritated look before returning to his drink.

A tap on his shoulder drew his attention as Sludge asked if they should stop Slag from ripping the blue bot asunder. It was too late to stop the flamethrower from exploding on Snarl and security mechs alike, however, nor were they able to prevent Slag’s mug from being thrown through the air. Swoop watched with mild interest as the bot named Kick-Off punched the projectile out of the air, but couldn’t help but snort when they were fined with littering of all things. The flier decided that Sludge was probably right and he should at least attempt to rein the other Dinobot in before half the bar was burned down. “No need to waste your time on such a bore, Slag; guy’s got a stick up his aft so far it’s probably poking his brain module. Besides, Grimlock already gave us orders.” He didn’t elaborate on it more since the other should know what he meant. Don‘t rock the boat. Or at least don’t pick a fight with every mech and their creator in said boat. It was a bit much to not expect Slag to punch someone.

Brig

The images danced in his head. Not in any organized pattern. It was almost like his logic circuits and his laser core couldn't keep up with the flood of energy. The datapad that gave him his assignment. Megatron's laughter. A handshake from Optimus Prime. A battle raging. A battle from long ago. He remembered watching it as a proto.

"There you are, Warhaul. You should be decharged to satisfactory levels, okay?"

The voice was incongruent with anything going on in Warhaul's mind. His optics onlined and he looked around. There were two Autobots, a medic and a guard, standing over him. His first instinct was to shoot, but he quickly subdued the urge. That was not his mission. If he compromised now, he would be a dead mech anyway.

"Uh yeah, thanks," Warhaul said, pushing himself away from the repository that they had hooked him to. "Hopefully someone or other enjoys the extra, heh."

"I'm sure they will. I'm sending a clearance request to Kick-Off now, and he'll send authorization for you to leave the brig. Unless, of course, you're held over to face charges. But, that doesn't happen too often in these circumstances. You didn't hurt anyone did you?"

"Nah," Warhaul chuckled. "Just got a little overtanked, is all. Nothing major."

"Shouldn't be long at all, then. Just make yourself comfortable in the interim. I'm sure you're not the only overcharged mech our security commander has had to deal with," the medic said as he reactivated the energy field in front of Warhaul's cell.

Energon Bar

Snarl chuckled at Kick-Off’s assertion that Side Burn could outrun any of the Dinobots present. “Sure him could, if his legs not burned off. Heh,” the Desert Warrior responded just as the security director turned to leave the bar. It was then that Slag interjected himself into the proceedings, accusing the solar-powered mech of not being a real Dinobot because he was agreeing with Kick-Off’s rules. Before Snarl could respond, the flame-thrower had hurled a mug at the retreating security chief who then shattered it with one swift swipe of his hand. Luckily, Slag only got a warning and no attempt was made to take the enraged Dinobot into custody.

The Desert Warrior turned around to face Slag and found that Swoop had already stepped in to help calm the situation with the flame thrower. “Swoop right. Grimlock already give us orders to keep low profile, and me simply following them. Roughing up puny Autobots and throwing things at security mechs not doing what Grimlock told us to do,” Snarl responded to his angry comrade with a scowl etched across his faceplate. “And me am real Dinobot, Slag! Always have been, alway will be! Now, let’s have more drinks.” The solar plated mech motioned back towards the bar where he once again took a seat on one of the stools.

“Okay, lady’s bot, serve us up another round!” Snarl demanded as he considered answering Side Burn’s inquiry regarding what had happened to them for so long. The blue mech’s continued interest was not to be abated as he threatened to contact Prowl to get the inside scoop on things. That was something that had to be avoided at all costs even if it meant divulging a bit of information regarding the Dinobots’ whereabouts for the past several vorns.

“That sound like him, but we take orders from Grimlock, not Prowl. Strategist know nothing of Dinobots,” Snarl responded as he leaned in closer to Side Burn. “Buy us all next round of drinks and maybe we tell you where we were for so long.” The Desert Warrior grinned, knowing that none of them would be paying for any of the drinks before they left with the Trion, but still wanting to see if the blue mech would oblige them or not.

Main Shipyards - Control Room

“You’re welcome, Stockade. My door is always open. Come by anytime you need to talk,” Erector replied to the weapons specialist as he got up to leave. However, before Stockade exited, he turned back around and informed the minibot that he was going to first have a quick chat with Grindcore in order to help smooth things over. “Um, I don’t think that’s a good....” Before the foremech was able to finish his warning, the weapons engineer was already gone in a flash and making his way towards the Trion.

Erector sat back down in his tiny chair and watched Stockade on the view screens as he checked the logs before heading out onto the catwalks that surrounded the newly completed warship. Oh, I certainly hope Grindcore is in a better mood than before. Otherwise, this is going to get messy, the grey and orange minibot thought as he watched the weapons specialist search for and eventually locate the heavy lifter. Erector kept a close optic on the situation, all the while ready to contact Kick-Off if it was absolutely necessary.

Main Shipyards - The Trion’s Hull

Grindcore stood on his hover sled high up on the Trion’s hull, still shining the surface to a nice smooth finish that allowed him to see the reflection of the scowl which still remained etched deeply on his faceplate. It was a constant reminder of the bad mood he was currently in, even though his cranial ache was now gone along with most of his hangover. ‘Core still couldn’t believe he was wasting his time and talents on a mediocre task such as this that was better suited to drones. Still, he had brought it all on, himself, just like every other time he drank too much and showed up for work late. One would think Grindcore would get the message, but some mechs were just too thick headed and stubborn to ever change.

“Stupid minibot! I don’t know why I let him boss me around. He’s fraggin’ half my size for Primus’ sake!" Grindcore grumbled under his breath as he adjusted his auto-buffer to a higher setting in order to help get out an especially bad scuff mark near one of the booster rockets. Just then he heard someone call out his name from somewhere just below his position. Looking down, the construction worker could see the form of Stockade standing on one of the walkways that snaked around the hull of the ship. Ah, what the frag does he want now? Grindcore thought, hoping that the weapons specialist would simply go away. When that didn’t happen after about a breem, the heavy lifter decided it was best to see what the slagger wanted.

“Be right down!” Grindcore shouted as he attached the auto-buffer to his waist before he reluctantly descended on his hover sled to the catwalk below. Once settled, ‘Core stepped off of the sled and slowly approached the weapons engineer, an annoyed expression clearly on his visage. He wasn’t looking forward to talking with Stockade again, but at least it gave Grindcore time away from the simple drone work he had been stuck with for awhile now. It was the lesser of two evils as far as the resident drunk was concerned. “Okay, Stockade, what is it? I’m not really in the mood for another lecture, so that better not be what this is or so help me Primus...”

Grindcore checked himself as he caught sight of one of Erector’s numerous cameras situated around the shipyards. The heavy lifter knew all too well that the foremech was always watching and was likely keeping an optic on things right now. After flashing the nearest camera a fake smile, the construction worker returned his attention to the weapons engineer and waited for the inevitable follow-up talk whether he wanted one or not.

Energon Bar

"Hmmmm......", was all Sludge said as he nodded in agreement with Swoop and Snarl as they went with the jungle warrior's suggestion to try to keep Slag from causing too much trouble.

Another glass of energon substitute was placed in front of Sludge by Side Burn, which the large Dinobot was more than happy to use to fill up his fuel reserves. After chugging down a good amount, Sludge slammed the glass on the counter as he heard the blue mech mention Prowl.

"Me Sludge no like know-it-all Prowl.", angrily added to Snarl's earleir comment to Side Burn, "Grimlock is stronger than little know-it-all Prowl. That why we Dinobots follow Grimlock. Grimlock is strongest leader."

Sludge washed down the last drops of his drink, then watched intently as Snarl made the offer to possibly explain what happened to the Dinobots so many vorns ago. As always Sludge would let the others do most of the talking, though the jungle warrior started searching through his databanks as he remembered what had happened to them so long ago.

"Hmmmmmm......."

Command Hub

Though he coulld not in any way agree with it, Cosmos didn't reply to the Dinobot commander's comment about Optimus being overrated. Given the low tone and how quickly Grimlock moved onto a different subject, the short green bot thought it best not to push his opinion as it sounded like he would be opening some old wounds in the large warrior

Grimlock's next comment about wanting to tour the Trion brought some hesitant joy to the flying saucer. He was glad to hear that the Dinobot commander actually wanted to take a tour- though he wasn't sure if he would be able to take Grimlock onboard the new Autobot warship. It may not have been a secret anymore, but they still hadn't allowed anyone besides work crews and high ranking station officers inside. As he thought of his reply Grimlock walked out of the turbolift, and Cosmos waddled up ahead of him to show him to Countdown's office.

As usual the command hub was busy with activity as technicians, administrators and communications officers kept at their consoles to coordinate the running of the shipyards.

"This is where all the action takes place!", Cosmos said proudly as he led the way, even if it was a line he said to every visiting officer he brought there, "Every bot here is dedicated to keeping Alpha Shipyards running smoothly, whether they're coordinating repair crews, monitoring security, or maintaining lines of communication. You could say this is the spark of the station."

Being a communications officer himself the green mech had occasionally worked in this area, something he greatly enjoyed given how many bots he had the chance to talk to and socialize with, even if it was in a professional work environment. Cosmos always felt it a shame that he couldn't spend more time in here, as his space-worthy alternate mode neccessitated him to spend the majority of his work cycles outside the station, away from most.

As he walked through the hub he made a point to greet each bot that he passed by, though many of them were too busy to acknowledge him. He didn't let it get him too down thought, as every smile, nod, and 'hello' he got back was worth it.

"Um, as far as getting a tour of the Trion." Cosmos finally replied to Grimlock's earlier comment, "I'd be more than happy to show you around, but we'd have to get clearance from Countdown first since you're not part of the Shipyard's staff. But you're a high ranking officer, and practically a legend, so I'm sure he'll have no problem with it."

It was then that they had reached a bot working on a console right next to the door to Countdown's office. Though busy at first, the bot was suddenly startled as he noticed Grimlock's towering presence, though he seemed to calm a little as he looked down at Cosmos.

"Ah, Cosmos.", the receptionist bot greeted, "Countdown has been expecting you and, uh....." the bot paused with a hint of fear as he looked up again at the Dinobot commander, "Grimlock."

The receptionist pressed a button on his console, and the door slid open.

"Thank you so much." Cosmos nodded graciously as he walked into Countdown's office ahead of Grimlock.

Countdown's Office

Cosmos plodded into his commander's office. Given that he had a visiting ranking officer with him, he skipped his usual social pleasantries. Though Countdown wasn't one of the more strict military commanders, he didn't want to appear too casual. The short green mech stopped and stood at attention, giving Countdown a salute.

"Cosmos, reporting commander.", he addressed professionally, hoping that Grimlock would see his tone and treat Countdown with the same level of respect, "And I've brought Dinobot Commander Grimlock here to see you."

Energon Bar

Side Burn nodded as a couple of the Dinobots chimed in on their thoughts about Prowl. As he poured up another round for the four Autobots he nodded in response. “Yup, that sounds like the Prowl I knew. You know I once heard he literally bored a prisoner to death. Guy shorted out his processor’s rather then hear him drone on and one. Not sure if that one’s true or not, but it certainly sounds like it could be right?” He passed the drinks over to each of the Dinobots. “And this round is on me. Nothing better to do around here then buy drinks and swap stories anyway, right?” He flashed them all a smile.

Internally the blue Autobot was getting a bit tired of this. He knew the Dinobots would be a tough nut to crack, but this was like talking to a wall. Certainly there had to be a fantastic story behind their disappearance but he was beginning to wonder if the effort he was putting into finding it out would be worth it in the long run. So far no pretty femmes had come in to pull his attention away from them, but it was probably only a matter of time. Chatting up a femme now versus maybe getting a new pick up line and story out of the Dinobots was really no contest at this point.

*

Security Office

Kick-Off entered the room, instantly spotting Highcall in the middle of meditating or praying or something. He wasn’t exactly the religious type himself. The idea of some greater purpose or higher calling had died a cruel death inside of him while fighting battles for the amusement of Decepticons. Still, he respected the little bot and his beliefs, even if he needed to find a better way of expressing and sharing them.

As he sat down at his desk the security chief received a signal indicating that Warhaul had recovered from his bout of overenergizing. He quickly sent in a reply indicating the Bot was to be released with a fine and standard warning that repeat offenses would result in stricter punishments. He typed up a bit of official documentation to go along with his orders before he finally turned his attention back to Highcall.

The Autobot let out a sigh. “Highcall, you know that as Autobots we all respect your views and everything and you are absolutely free to celebrate them and worship in anyway you want. You do have to respect other Autobots though. They all have a right to sit down, relax and have a drink if they want, even if you disapprove. You have to respect their beliefs as well, not to mention the rules of the station.”

Kick-Off sat back in his chair. “Now, if all you had done was annoy some people with your efforts to convert them we would probably be done here. Unfortunately I have witnesses and your own word that you opened fire with your pistol. Now I know you know that was wrong. I’d just like to know why you did it Highcall. Can you explain your actions to me?”

*

Command Hub

Grimlock followed Cosmos through the room, merely offering grunts in reply to his comments. He did observe some of the comings and goings around him. Their theft was definitely going to throw the place into an even greater state of chaos then it already was. With as busy as it was the theft would like result in a full out panic with Bots running into each other. They were too far from the front lines, too relaxed and concerned with minor affairs. Something major like the theft of a warship simply wouldn’t compute for most of them. That shock and confusion would be something they could capitalize on.

The Dinobot turned his attention back to Cosmos as he mentioned the Trion. He expected there might be some complications with getting on board the Trion, it being so powerful and state of the art. He was hoping that the rank he still held, possibly backed by a little bit of intimidation, would at least get him on board the ship. Cosmos’s reassurances reinforced those ideas.

Grimlock paid little attention the receptionist. He had no use for secretarial bots or their duties. This one was merely an obstacle that was in his way. He waited impatiently until Cosmos led them through the doorway.

Countdown's Office

Countdown stood up from his desk as Cosmos led Grimlock into the room. He nodded at Cosmos, offering the minibot a smile. “Cosmos.” He then looked up at the massive form of Grimlock. Seeing him in person he seemed even bigger then the official records made him out to be. He had to admit to being a bit intimidated, but he had conducting first contact with all sorts of different species. He knew how to keep up a calm and friendly face. “Commander Grimlock, its an honor and pleasure to meet you. Welcome on board.” He extended his hand to shake his.

Grimlock glanced down at the proffered hand in a bit of surprise. Still he stepped forward and clasped it. His massive hand easily wrapped around Countdowns and a good portion of his forearm. He made sure not to squeeze too hard.

Countdown was grateful that the Dinobot shook his hand gently. He was fairly certain he could crush his limb with just the one hand. “I take it Cosmos gave you a satisfactory brief tour of the station. Cosmos, you are dismissed for now. Take some time for yourself, but be prepared for more tours should Grimlock or his team want them. I would ask someone else but I know you are our best ambassador.” He offered the minibot a genuine smile. He did appreciate his work and his attitude. If only he had more Bots like him things would run even smoother on the station.

Main Shipyards – The Trion’s Hull

On his perch Stockade waited patiently for the heavy lifter to maneuver down to his location so they could finally have a civilized one on one conversation. The weapons specialist wanted to be sure that the bridge between Grindcore and him was mended before he went back to the opposite side of the shipyard where his men were working.

Stockade made sure to keep a neutral expression on his face as he watched Grindcore make his way over to him. The large mech offered a nod and followed it up with a slight smile.

“No, this isn’t a lecture. I’m gonna leave that up to Erector.”

Stockade placed both hand on his hips as he took in the other mech from top to bottom. There was something Erector saw in him that the weapons specialist just couldn’t see. But he was here to put things right. He was hoping that this gesture would help the heavy lifter see that not everyone was out to get him and that maybe, just maybe he had friends to rely on instead of the sauce.

“I wanna let you know that I got no hard feelings toward ya. I know being here for Primus knows how long can wear on a ‘Bot, but you hafta know that we’re all in this together. So, ya ever need to talk….or you just need someone to bullscrap with…then I’m offerin’ myself.”

The large mech then extended his hand out and nodded.

“Go on, I ain’t gonna bite.”

Energon Bar

Slag let out an annoyed growl he wanted nothing more than to tear into something …or more preferably someone and right now that blue femme crazy ‘Bot was the object of his ire. However, it would seem that his brothers were pressed to keep him at bay…following Grimlock’s orders to the letter was something he could try to do…it didn’t mean that he would be successful at it.

“Just give me another drink and I’ll grant you a stay of execution by Slag.”

What could pass for a smirk worked onto the flamethrower’s face but it quickly morphed back into his usual scowl once the drink was passed to him by Side Burn. If the other mech could keep up with Slag’s drink demands then maybe….just maybe…the vanguard would live to see another pretty little femme.

Slag took a long gulp from the mug and slammed the vessel down on the counter as Side Burn began to recite a story pertaining to Prowl and the tactician’s ability to offline a mech with just his words. It seemed to be a ridiculous notion, but since it was Prowl it all seemed very plausible.

Slag raised his mug from the counter and gestured toward Side Burn with the half full container.

“Sounds a lot like the stick-up-the-aft strategist to me. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was sent out on the front lines to recite the entire Autobot Code to the ‘Con army.”

The Dinobot downed the remainder of his energon and swiped the back of his hand over his mouth removing any stray droplets.

“If that happens I think we’d see the end of the war…which would not bode well with me.”

He ground his teeth as he looked long and hard into the mirror that adorned the back of the bar. No war meant no Decepticons to kill not a fun thought at all. Slag let out a deep growl and grumbled to himself.

“Give me another drink! And make it quick! I got some thoughts to drown out!”

Med Bay

The one patient that had arrived some time ago had slipped into a deep recharge after Pharma had left leaving Ambulon alone and relieved. The CMO had steadily grown more irate with him as time went on. He didn’t know if it was actually due to his sorted past or if his superior was showing the signs of something akin to cabin fever. He wouldn’t be the first one. Perhaps he should consult Rung about the CMO’s spiraling behavior. Perhaps.

Ambulon had just settle down with a well-deserved mug of energon…and a small pile of reports…when the door slid open to reveal the distressed, and not to mention damaged, Skyfall.

“I cannot believe they let those killers walk free in this place! It’s like they have the whole run and no respect for any of the more prestigious inhabitants. I mean I’m a premiere weapons engineer and look at how they treat me!”

Ambulon stood from his chair and raised both hands gesturing for the red mech to slow down.

“Alright Skyfall. Who is it you’re talking about? And what happened?”

Skyfall let out a heavy sigh as he plopped down onto a berth directly across from the mech that had just slipped into recharge.

“Those lumbering excuses for an elite team! Grimlock’s four!”

The doctor made his way over to the distraught engineer and leaned down so he could get a better look at the side of Skyfall’s face and visor. As carefully as he could…with his patient still squirming patient poised before him…Ambulon took to examining the damage.

“Ow! Damn it, doc! Try to be more careful!”

“Sorry, but this would let painful if you held still.”

Skyfall took a long hard look at Ambulon before he pulled his head away from the physician.

“Hang on a sec. Where’s Pharma? I thought Pharma was here.”

“Pharma…he went for a walk. I’m sure he’ll be back at some point, but for now you have me.”

From the red mech a heavy sigh was released. He’d much prefer to be helped by someone he knew he could trust. Ambulon was a good doctor, but there were still so many stories surrounding the former ‘Con.

“You know. I overheard this one mech say that you were part of some kind of strange experiment. I’m not surprised you know? The Decepticons always prey on those weaker than them. I suppose it was a relief that you were saved.”

“Yeah, exactly. Now hold still so I can get these repairs done.”

Energon Bar

Sludge drank another energon substitute that Side Burn placed in front of him. He certainly wasn't going to turn down a free drink, even as he remembered the events that led to the Dinobot's long absence which the blue warrior had been asking about.

Brought out of his train of thought, Sludge listened as the "bartender" talked with Slag about Prowl a little more, about just how dull and boring the strategist was. Sludge didn't know if Prowl could really make a bot want to offline themselves instead of listening to his droning lectures, or if it would really end the war, but he nodded in agreement anyway.

Much to the jungle warrior's surprise, Slag seemed to have calmed down, or at least had come as close to calm as was possible for the always hostile flamethrower.

"Me Sludge think maybe Slag not turn this pretty bot into scrap after all.", Sludge commented to Swoop and Snarl.

As Side Burn mentioned swapping stories, Sludge decided he would tell the blue warrior about what happened to the Dinobots- or at least, what he could remember and understand about it.

"Me Sludge can tell you what happened to Dinobots.", the jungle warrior said to Side Burn, "We Dinobots went after Shockwave to some planet....", Sludge paused to think harder, "Uh, me Sludge not sure what planet..... uh, what planet did we go to?", the jungle warrior quizzically asked the other Dinobots.

Security Office

Primus, please help guide me! What purpose do you wish me to serve? Why was I spared when my brothers and sisters in the order were not? Was I sent to enlighten these lost sparks, or is there another task you wish me to perform? Please, give me some kind of sign!

Highcall's optics abruptly came back online as he heard Kick Off enter his office. The religious engineer gave a frustrated sigh as his prayers had done nothing to help him understand his path. And sadly for him, it wasn't the first time he'd felt that way recently. He would never say it to anyone, but over the past vorn he had felt his faith in Primus waivering.

Doing his best to shake his feelings of self-doubt, Highcall listened to Kick Off. It was mostly the same talk he got as usual when the engineer had pushed a little too hard to convert someone. Of course there was a very big difference this time, as all the previous incidents had never involved Highcall firing a weapon. As the security officer asked him to explain why he did it, Highcall had to seriously question what to tell him.

Why did I fire? To get Warhaul's attention? No, I know better, it was to get His attention. Maybe if I went to more extreme measures, maybe I'd make some progress in spreading His word and convert more followers. And that would strengthen my own faith in Primus, wouldn't it? He'd see I'm following his light, wouldn't he?

Highcall looked up at Kick Off, knowing full well that he couldn't tell the security officer the real reasons for his actions. How could he understand, how could anyone on this station understand?

"Warhaul was on a path of self-destruction, I felt I had to stop him.", Highcall answered, "And that blue mech and the bartender were only enabling him by serving him more drinks. No one would listen to me, so I did what I felt I had to do. I took his drink- which I suppose would make me guilty of theft too- and I had to destroy it in a dramatic fashion to try to get his attention, to help him see that he has a problem."

Highcall sat in his chair and looked down. He thought over what he had just said and realized that he had made no mention of saving Warhaul's spark, or how the technician was going against Primus' teaching. Why had he not mentioned that, wasn't that what was truly important?

"He- he was sacrificing his spark in self-indulgence!", Highcall hastily added as convincingly as he could, "If he continues down the dark path of the Chaosbringer, he will be doomed for all eternity into Unicron's unending hunger! This is not just my 'belief', this is the truth! There are thousands of vorns worth of datatracks to prove it, why won't you or anyone else understand that?"

And why am I starting to doubt it?

Countdown's Office

Cosmos did his best to remain calm and professional in front of both Countdown and Grimlock, even though he wanted to jump for joy whenever his commander smiled at him. He always thought Countdown was a great commander, it was just too bad their difference in ranks made it inappropriate for them to be better friends. Still, Cosmos was proud to serve Countdown any way he could.

Lowering his salute once Countdown had nodded, Cosmos watched with a little nervous interest as the two commanders met for the first time. He winced a little as the Dinobot leader's massive hand took hold of Countdown's hand.

Oh please don't hurt him, I'm sure you won't mean to, but please be careful!, the stout green mech worried, imagining Countdown shouting in pain or Grimlock accidentally ripping off the station commander's wrist.

Cosmos gave a sigh of relief as he watched the two shake without incident. Countdown then dismissed the minibot, though not before giving another smile and a compliment that almost made Cosmos float in the air without being in his saucer mode.

"Thank you sir, I could use some refuelling.", Cosmos merrily replied, then turned to Grimlock, "I look forward to showing you and your team more around the station. Hopefully they're in a much better mood now that they've had some time to fuel up."

With that Cosmos gave a cheerful salute to his commander, then turned around and left the office with a noticible spring in his step. Despite their earlier misunderstandings, Alpha Shipyard's "Best Ambassador" was looking forward to seeing the other Dinobots in the energon bar.

Energon Bar

Snarl chuckled quietly to himself as the other Dinobots and even Side Burn recalled just how much of a boring prick-bot Prowl actually was. The Desert Warrior even laughed at the blue mech’s story of someone shorting out their own processor just to get away from the military strategist’s neverending droning. It was enough to put an ever so brief smile on the solar-powered Dinobot’s faceplate before it vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

Taking the free round from Side Burn, Snarl lifted his glass of high grade up and chugged it down in one massive gulp, letting out a loud belch that echoed throughout the room. “Excuse me,” was all the Desert Warrior had to say about his rude conduct, not that he cared. Slag’s mention of the war ending, by whatever means, made Snarl’s frown grow even deeper. “War not end! It can’t end! Me Snarl not happy unless ripping some ‘Con’s cranium loose from neck! If war end, me must find new fight!” The plated Dinobot slammed his glass back onto the bar top, not happy at the notion of no more battles or carnage or energon shed. Of course, the likelihood that the war would end any time soon was close to zero, so the Desert Warrior had nothing to really worry about.

Snarl then glanced over at Sludge when his dimwitted comrade noted that the flamethrower did not seem to want to scrap Side Burn anymore. “Just as long as regular war does not end, me fine with blue bot still functioning,” the solar-powered mech commented before regarding the Jungle Warrior with a quizzical look as Sludge began telling Side Burn where the Dinobots had been for so long. He didn’t get very far, not even remembering what planet they had been to.

Realizing that giving away too many details to Side Burn could lead to more questions being asked, Snarl interrupted Sludge from speaking further and interjected his own two energon chips into the discussion. “Planet name not important. Listen, lady’s bot, we fight Shockwave but him get lucky against us. Grimlock use our ship in orbit to blast Shockwave, but we end up getting stasis locked along with ol’ one eye. Autobots find us many vorns later and wake us up. We then come here to catch up on technology we missed. That’s it really. Nothing more to tell.” Snarl hoped that the barest of essentials would be enough to satisfy the inquisitive mech regarding their past. If not, then perhaps more drastic measures would be required to deter the prying Autobot from attempting to learn more about the Dinobots and their true motives for being here at the Alpha Shipyards.

Main Shipyard - The Trion’s Hull

Grindcore glared at Stockade with an expressionless look across his faceplate. It wasn’t anger or happiness, it was just a stoic visage that revealed nothing emotionally either way. The weapons engineer offered no hard feelings for everything that had transpired between them before Erector had decided to punish the yellow construction worker with a drone’s task of buffering the Trion’s hull. That alone had made Grindcore’s mood go from bad to worse. Even now, with his cranial ache all but gone, the heavy lifter was not willing to let bygones be bygones. Still, with that yellow minibot of a foremech watching on one or more of his many cameras, it was best to just accept Stockade’s offer of friendship and be done with it.

“Errr...okay, fine,” Grindcore finally answered plainly as he took Stockade’s hand into his own and shook it with a warrior’s grip. “Don’t know if I want to bullscrap with ya, but I got no hard feelings against ya. After all, you didn’t give me this slaggin’ assignment. So, we’re good.” Releasing the weapons specialist’s hand, ‘Core sported a thumb over his shoulder, pointing back towards the hull. “I gotta get back to work or Erector’ll have my aft in a sling.”

With those final words spoken and not waiting for a response, Grindcore turned on his heel and headed back for the hover sled. He wanted to get this Primus-forsaken shift over with as quickly as possible before anyone he knew saw him working alongside a bunch of buffer drones like some kind of misbehaving protoform. Unfortunately, someone had probably already spotted him as the shipyards were immense in scale, allowing any number of mechs to catch a glimpse of an out of place construction worker doing something he wasn’t accustomed to or known for.

Fraggin’ humiliating, Grindcore thought as he casually glanced around to see if anyone was staring at him before stepping onto the hover sled and ascending the side of the Trion’s hull once more, auto buffer in hand.

Security Office

Kick-Off listened as Highcall pleaded his case. It was a bit worse then he expected and put him in a difficult spot. A basic Autobot tenant was freedom of religion, but that had to be balanced against certain other freedoms. While Highcall was free to preach all he wanted, he couldn’t harass others, and he certainly couldn’t be firing weapons in public places. He didn’t want to insult the other Autobot’s beliefs or disrespect his religion, he just needed to get him to see things from his point of view.

“Highcall, I can tell you are passionate about your beliefs and there is nothing wrong with that. You just have to respect the beliefs of others as well, or even the lack there of. Look at it this way, what if a Monoformer were to come up to you and tell you how your transforming disgusted him? How you should reject your transformation cog and even Adaptus himself? What if they blow up a transformation cog right in front of you? It would probably anger you, disturb you or even frighten you. The thing is that Monoformer might be just as passionate about his beliefs as you are. He might be an absolutely loyal Autobot who works hard every day. The same could be said for followers of the Knights of Cybertron, or someone waiting for the Last Autobot to save us all. Those beliefs don’t make them bad Bots, and neither do yours. You just have to be careful how you act on them.”

The security chief sat back in his chair. “I’m sure you’ve heard Optimus’s famous line, ‘freedom is the right of all sentient beings.’ Well freedom of religion, speech and happiness and all of that are included under that. You can preach and hand out materials all you want, but when someone says ‘no thank you’ you have to move on. They have the write to their beliefs and the right to relax in whatever way they want as allowed under Autobot law. You need to respect that just as everyone else needs to respect your beliefs Highcall. Can you please try to do that in the future Highcall? You’re a good Bot, pretty clean record, I don’t want to be seeing you down here in my office again under these circumstances if we can help it.”

*

Energon Bar

Side Burn was happy to see that his Prowl story had broken the ice with the Dinobots, if just by a little bit. If he had known it would just take a bit of ridiculing Prowl to get this far he would have done it a while back. It certainly wasn’t a hard thing to do as there were more then a few stories about him floating around and he had a bit of a reputation.

Unfortunately he could feel the ice freezing up a bit as the Dinobots contemplated a universe without the war. He didn’t want to lose them just as he was getting a foothold with them. The blue Autobot quickly poured up another round as he spoke. “Well I don’t see the war ending anytime soon, even if we unleashed Prowl as a secret weapon. Its not like the fighting stopped while you guys were MIA.” He handed out the fresh round of drinks to them.

Side Burn’s optics lit up a bit as finally one of the Dinobots attempted to tell the story of what had happened to them. Unfortunately it was Sludge and the story stopped almost as quickly as it had started. He had mentioned Shockwave though, which definitely made some sense. As far as he knew no one had seen the one opticed Decepticon in a long time, around about when the Dinobots disappeared as well.

Before he could ask any more questions Snarl quickly jumped in to finish up the story. It was kind of light on the details, which made him wonder if the Dinobots were just terrible story tellers or there was something more to this then he was being told. In any case what he did hear was pretty interesting. Side Burn nodded at Snarl. “Good story, and thanks for sharing it. I guess I should welcome you all back to the war then! Hope to fight next to you guys some day!” He poured himself a drink and raised it in salute.

*

Countdown’s Office

Countdown smiled as Cosmos left the room with a noticeable spring in his step. He was glad he could give him something like this to do on board the station. He knew a lot of his work recently has left him alone and outside the station. It was an unfortunate but necessary duty that only he could perform. Hopefully these duties as ambassador would brighten his spirits.

The station commander turned his attention back to Grimlock who had taken a seat across from him. He had arranged for a larger chair to be brought into his office just for this occasion and while it probably wasn’t perfect the Dinobot leader seemed to be making due as best he could.

“So tell me Grimlock, what brings you to Cas Coller exactly? You mentioned something about viewing new technologies, but there has to be more to it then that. The official records have only recently been updated to even mention that you are active again, changed from your status as missing in action and possibly even being AWOL.”

Grimlock grunted. This was the part he had been dreading. He had never been much of a talker, let alone a liar. It wasn’t really a skill he had needed much on the battlefield. Talking was more for types like Prowl or Ultra Magnus. It was something preferred by those who couldn’t fight in real battles. Unfortunately he was stuck in a position where all he could use were words and lies. He would just have to do the best he could, and the easiest route seemed to be to stick with the truth.

“Me and Dinobots went after Shockwave. Him doing experiments on other worlds, me not really know what that about. We just after him to take him down. We head down to planet, using organic covering and modes to protect us from high energon levels. We fight shockwave but he cheat, blow off organic layer. We go into stasis lock, but me have back up plan, set ship to fire if not contacted. Ship fire on volcano, it erupt, we all buried until reactivated not too long ago.”

Countdown sat back in his chair. “Well that’s a heck of a story, especially considering how long you all must have been buried. How did anyone find you?”

The Dinobot commander shrugged his shoulders. “Native population on planet found us. Me not know how or why, might just have been luck. Buried so long was bound to be found sometime.”

The station commander nodded. “I suppose so. Still you were lucky there was an Autobot team already there. You might have been stuck on that planet for who knows how long otherwise, unless your ship was somehow intact there.”

Grimlock was a bit startled at his words. It had never occurred to him to even look for the Skyfire. It was certainly a tough ship and even if it did survive it would be in need of repairs. Still, that was something to file away and consider some other time. “Me lucky if you consider being buried for so long and missing so much war to be lucky.”

Countdown frowned. “Yes, well, certainly the whole thing is unfortunate. Anyway what brings you here exactly? I wasn’t informed that you were coming and it seems an odd place for a group like yours to be sent to. I’d imagine you’d be right back on the frontlines somewhere.”

The Dinobot let out a sigh. He would rather be on the front lines as well instead of in an office lying to some bureaucrat. It was all for the greater good though, he just had to remember that. “We sent here to get up to date on technology. Believe me, me rather be on front lines. Me think this punishment from Prime for disagreeing with him too much.”

Countdown smiled, “Ahhh, I see. Well, I hope we can make this punishment as pleasurable as possible for you and your men. Perhaps you would be interested in some of the training rooms we have available here.”

Grimlock nodded. The Dinobots probably would need to do some fighting soon. Sitting around too long was going to make them irritable, or more irritable in some cases. In a training room they could cut loose for awhile. Better in there then somewhere more delicate. “Me do that, but me also want to here more about new technology, like warships. Me heard there some big new battleship here about to be launched?”

Countdown frowned for a second. Cosmos must have let that slip. It didn’t really matter though, with Grimlock’s rank he probably could have looked it up. At this point the Trion wasn’t really that much of a secret anyway. “Yes, the Trion is our pride and joy. She’s nearly ready for launch too, she’ll be the flagship of whatever fleet she’s sent to.”

The Dinobot Commander nodded. “Me would like to see it in person. Me not tech type, but still want to see top of the line warship. Maybe me be commanding one soon.”

Countdown nodded. “I think something can be arranged. I’ll have to talk to Kick-Off about security of course, and it might take a little time. The ship is still going through some last minute finishing touches, getting supplied, fresh coat of wax and all of that. Have to have her looking her best before she leaves us,” he smiled.

Grimlock grunted before standing up. “Me better get to Dinobots. Left alone for too long they get into trouble.”

Countdown quickly jumped up as well. “Of course, and we wouldn’t want that. It’s been an honor meeting you Grimlock, I hope your stay here isn’t too unpleasant.” He let out a light chuckle. Grimlock merely nodded before walking out.

The Dinobot stifled a sigh of relief at that meeting finally being over. He couldn’t remember the last time he had to talk so much. The sooner they got the Trion and got out of here the better. Talking, socializing, these weren’t things he was particularly good at. He needed the Trion and to get back to Earth. Cutting down some Decepticons and making a dent in this war would make up for all of this hassle. He set off for the energon bar to gather his team back up, not wanting to use communications more then necessary. He wasn’t going to take any chances now that they were so close to their goal.

Brig

"Let's hope we don't see your face again for a while, Warhaul," the medic said. The security officer on duty had received the necessary clearance and with a little additional processing for the sake of records-keeping, Warhaul had been released to his own devices.

"You won't," Warhaul grunted before leaving the brig altogether and walking the corridors. He would have to pass by the energon bar again in order to get to the barracks, but he was pretty sure he could resist the temptation to go in. He couldn't jeopardize the work he was doing. Not now. Or it would most definitely be his aft plating being run through the incinerator. Along with the rest of him, probably.

Besides, the Dinobots and co being here had made the whole bar scene more interesting. And that Highcall glitch. If it wouldn't be so distracting--and get him put right back in the brig--he'd show that little zealot where he could go shove his Primus garbage.

Well...on second thought....maybe just one little check-in at the bar wouldn't hurt anyone. No energizing though. Just business. Yeah, that'd work.
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Berth Six--Ark-19

Well, the bridge was...bridgey. Cloudburst had walked through the majority of the ship at this point, occasionally chatting with a tech here and there about what sorts of maintenance was being run on the ship. What needed fixing could sometimes tell a good story about where something had been--be it a ship or a 'Bot. Standing on the bridge of the Ark-19, Cloudburst could imagine the kinds of frontline action that would have been seen on a ship of this nature.

What kinds of orders had been given from the spot he now stood on? What kinds of emergency calls needed to be made in order to keep her spaceworthy? Such questions were what occupied the majority of Cloudburst's thoughts.

The majority, but not all.

Sitting down at the comm station, Cloudburst began an attempt to poke through mission logs, journals...anything on the surface that might be accessible to someone who was not an official crewmember of this vessel that would confirm everything that had been told to them for the Ark's coming here. Not that he doubted any of the Dinobots per se, but one could never be too cautious. It was a war, after all.

Security Office

Highcall listened as Kick Off explained the need to respect other's beliefs, bringing up examples of some other known religions. Though he got the message, it brought about some questions within Highcall.

Could that be why my faith in Primus has faltered lately? For many vorns I had only been around other members of the Church, who thought exactly as I thought. Since I joined the Autobots and came to this station I have been exposed to so many other beliefs, not to mention those who have none.

Once Kick Off had finished, the engineer nodded his head thoughtfully in agreement.

"You're right Kick Off. I've been stationed here for I don't know how many vorns, but I still think like I'm with the Church surrounded by my brothers and sisters. I swear by the Holy Light that I will make an effort to respect the decisions of others."

Highcall looked down to his wrists, looking at the restraints that were still there. Rather than strengthen his own beliefs, his decisions had brought personal shame and doubt toward them. He looked back up to Kick Off.

"I'd like to apologize to Warhaul, and the blue Autobot who paid for the drink I destroyed, as well as the bar owner and anyone else I disturbed. Unless you think I should stay in your custody longer."

Energon Bar

Still feeling in high spirits, Cosmos walked cheerfully into the bar. Though he took the time to greet and chat with some of the patrons, it didn't take long for him to find his (hopefully) new friends the Dinobots sitting right at the bar. Not surprisingly there was a good distance between them and most of the other mechs trying to enjoy a drink.

Well, it doesn't look like they've hurt anyone. That's a good sign.

Courageously the small green mech walked right to the bar where the Dinobots sat around, drinking.

"Well I certainly hope you're enjoying yourselves.", Cosmos greeted the Dinobots, "They certainly have some top-quality drinks here, don't they?"

The flying saucer went to the stool right next to the Dinobot flamethrower. Though Slag didn't look to be in much of a good mood, he was at least in a better mood than the last time Cosmos had seen him. Cosmos gave him a curt nod of the head.

Unfortunately for the stout mech, the stools were a little high for him. He looked at the seat, which was about optic level for him. He had tried to get into the barstools before on his own in robot mode, but it was always just an embarrassing display of his inherent, normal-gravity clumsiness.

"Uh say," Cosmos sheepishly asked the larger, stronger mechs, "I can't quite get up into the stool, and it's kind of a bother to have to transform to my saucer mode and back just to go up a few feet. Can one of you give me a hand?"

Sludge was quite glad to see the arrival of Cosmos, he had already gotten some good laughs watching him. So when the short mech asked for a hand, the jungle warrior had no problem abliging.

"Okay.", Sludge simply said as he got up, "Me Sludge can help you."

"Oh, thank you so much Sludge.", Cosmos thanked as he spread his arms to the side so the large Dinobot could get an easy grip, "I really appreciate the hel- hey, wait-"

Much to Cosmos' surprise the jungle warrior did not try to gently pick him up by the waist, but instead grabbed him by the head.

"Whoa, whoa not there- OW!", the stout green mech said startled as Sludge large fingers got a grip of his cranium, "That's my HEAD, not a handle! OW!"

Sludge simply chuckled as he easily lifted the short little bot, all the while Cosmos struggled, hopelessly flapping his arms and legs. Once the jungle warrior had brought Cosmos a few feet above the stool he let go of the green mech.

"OOF!", went Cosmos as his aft not so gently landed on the seat, "Thanks.... I guess."

Sludge casually went back to where he was next to Snarl as if he had done nothing wrong. He took the newest mug of energon and lifted it, several seconds after the others, and took a long gulp of it. Sludge couldn't really count how many he had drank so far, though it was probably from a lack of keeping track rather than from drunkeness. Being as large as he was, it took a lot of energon to get the jungle warrior overfueled.

Cosmos, meanwhile, did his best to get comfortable, though he had to stand on the stool to be close to eye level with the other bots.

"Say, you're Side Burn, aren't you?" the flying saucer asked the blue mech, "I didn't know you were a bartender, I'd heard you were here on leave. Do you think you could serve an Energon wine to Alpha Shipyards 'Best Ambassador", the stout little mech requested with pride, "Say, do you know anyone who's good with a rifle? On the way here I passed by a couple of femmes who were headed for the shooting range for target practice. They said they needed a shartshooter to help them with their aim, but I didn't really know anyone around that could help them."

As Cosmos waited for a reply to his drink request and his query, he looked over to Slag right next to him.

"I certainly hope you're enjoying yourself here, Slag. I'm sorry that we got off on the wrong foot earlier, I certainly didn't mean any disrespect.", Cosmos said politely, and extended out his hand in the hopes the Dinobot flamethrower would accept his apology, "I certainly hope we can forget about earlier and be friends."

As Sludge finished his mug he looked over and watched as the little green mech tried to make nice with the violent Dinobot Slag. He then looked to both Snarl and Swoop.

"Hmmm, me Sludge think maybe little saucer-bot might get melted into slag by.... uh, Slag.", he dimly commented.

Energon Bar

How was it that the most feared Autobots in existence ended up attracting the most annoying—and persistent—Autobots in existence? Just as Swoop began to hope that maybe they’d be able to drink in peace, who should waddle in but saucerbot. Why was he talking to them? No one talked to the Dinobots except Dinobots; except maybe some of the brass but that was more yelling than talking. Swoop rolled his optics when the green mech asked for help getting into the barstool next to Slag of all mechs. He was about to suggest just getting a box when Sludge surprised him by volunteering to help. What was the jungle warrior—oh. Oh. Swoop couldn’t help but snicker when Sludge picked the minibot up by the head and watched as the smaller mech flailed helplessly. Maybe now the saucerbot would get the idea that Dinobots didn’t do nice.

Nope. The bombardier was instead getting the idea that this bot had a death wish. Swoop could only nod and agree with Sludge’s comment. “Alpha Shipyard’s ‘Best Ambassador’ is about to become Alpha Shipyard’s Best Puddle,” He dryly added.

Med Bay

Skyfall happened to be the type of mech that fed off of other peoples’ misery. Someone who found some sort of joy in abusing others with words instead of fists. Their tactics were always effective. Unfortunately in his profession the doctor had a very hard time avoiding Skyfall’s type.

“So, uh…doc, you were a ‘Con, yeah?”

Ambulon let out an annoyed sigh but kept silent as he prepared to remove his patient’s visor to get a better look at Skyfall’s optic and to replace the cracked covering. The refusal to answer his question caused the weapons engineer to begin to fidget making it much more difficult to perform his task. Finally Ambulon placed a firm hold on the red mech’s shoulder and glared directly into his visor.

“Look, you want me to perform these repairs then you’re going to have to stay still.”

Skyfall finally stilled his movements.

“Fine, but you still haven’t answered my question.”

“Yes, I was a Decepticon, but I’m not anymore. And no, I won’t be going back, and no I am not a spy. Satisfied?”

He shrugged his shoulders while he made sure to keep his head as still as he could manage. He said nothing in response…instead he just watched every movement Ambulon made. Once the doctor finished with his repairs and his visor was replaced, Skyfall took a quick look around making sure that there were no left over spider cracks that had gone unnoticed.

Ambulon Had already moved the tray of tools to a small counter when the door slid open and Pharma stalked inside. Skyfall’s head whipped around while Ambulon turned in his place and stared at the CMO a concerned look on his face.

“Hey, Pharma. Glad you’re back. I had this run in with those Dinobot dolts earlier…one of them lobbed a mug at me…cracked my visor and put a dent in my face. Mind taking a look?”
Ambulon quickly shot Skyfall an irritated glare before returning his gaze to the white and red flier.

“Didn’t Ambulon take care of you, Skyfall?”

“Well, yeah. But you are the CMO after all. Figured you always inspected your subordinates’ work. I mean, it’s what I would do.”

Pharma met the former ‘Con’s optics with his own before they narrowed and broke away. He made his way over to the waiting engineer where he began to look over the repairs that had been made. With the CMO now in close proximity Skyfall took the opportunity to voice his opinion on his doctor in a hushed tone.

“I can’t believe they let this guy in. I mean he was a ‘Con for Primus sake. He could easily be some kind of covert agent…or he could be an assassin. I don’t trust him. How about you? I mean you work with him all the time. You notice anything…you know, weird?”

Pharma sent the rambling engineer a deep scowl before he looked back to his subordinate who had turned his attention to the tools that were in need of cleaning.

“I notice everything, Skyfall. I notice everything and everyone. But don’t go worrying about Ambulon. I’ve worked with him long enough to know he’s an admirable medic.”

Skyfall tilted his head slightly and stared back at the flier.

“That’s it? Just an admirable medic?”

Pharma pulled away and gave the red mech a slight nod. Once he was satisfied that the repairs Ambulon had performed were satisfactory Pharma pulled away from the engineer and smiled.

“Well, everything looks fine, Skyfall. Just follow any and all of Ambulon’s orders and you’ll be as good as new in no time.”

Hopping off the medical berth Skyfall let out a snort of disappointment and made to leave. He stopped just before exiting the already open doors and looked over his shoulder at the two medics.

“Thanks, Pharma. I’ll catch you later.”

The lack of recognition did not go unnoticed by the ward supervisor, but he remained silent, after all this was not the first time one of his patients thanked his superior even if Pharma hadn’t even been present. Instead of dwelling on the subject Ambulon simply returned to his work. But that, again, was interrupted this time however; it was not due to the arrival of another patient. This time it was the feeling of being watched.

The doctor gently placed the laser scalpel down on the tray and slowly looked over his shoulder only to see Pharma’s narrowed optics glaring in his direction.

“What?”

Without a word the CMO stalked toward him but never stopped. Instead he shoved the former Decepticon out of his way as he made his way to his office where he locked himself in. Ambulon let out a heavy breath as soon as he heard the lock click in place.

Main Shipyard – The Trion’s Hull

Stockade was relieved, in one aspect, that Grindcore had actually decided to take a firm hold of the weapons specialists’ hand shook it. Although it was the heavy lifter’s apprehension that caused Stockade’s smile fade.

“Right, well, no bullscrap.”

The supervisor forced a smile and offered Grindcore a nod at the latter’s mention that he was still on duty and needed to finish up his work. Stockade didn’t feel it necessary to keep the mech from his punishment so he waited a moment and watched as the hover sled disappeared from sight taking it’s occupant with it.

“Well, that could have gone better.”

Stockade let out a heavy sigh, turned on his heel and headed back the way he had come. On the way he opened up a line to his second letting the mech know he was on his way over.

>>”Yeah, I’m done. I’m headin’ back now so those lazy slag-headed cretins better have gotten something done by the time I get there or I’m taking it out of your hide…capiche?”<<

The worried response coming from the other end of the line made the weapons specialist crack a wide grin. It was always nice to know he could instill fear in his men during work hour while simultaneously being able to shoot the bull with them in a relaxed setting.

Energon Bar

“And what makes you think this war ain’t gonna end, Snarl? You capable of seeing the future now?!”

Slag shot his teammate a steely glare before turning his attention toward Sludge who decided to take it upon himself to let Side Burn in on just what had happened to them and why the entire team went missing. Slag let out a growl of disappointment before reaching up and slapping the back of Sludge’s head.

“Unbelievable, Sludge! One lunk-head asks a stupid question and you’re ready to spill!”

Slag looked back to the ‘Bot still positioned behind the bar and stood up. The hulking flamethrower then leaned over the counter in order to come optic to optic with Side Burn.

“Look, pretty-boy, you keep your nose clean and knock off the curiosity and maybe, just maybe I won’t incinerate you before the day is out.”

Slag held his gaze for a few moments swiped one of the bottles of hard energon and finally settled back down onto his stool. With a snort the flamethrower downed the entire bottle and wiped the excess from his mouth with the back of his hand before slamming the empty container back onto the counter.

“And I hope I never see you on the same battle field as us…you’d never make it out alive.”

His attention then turned back to the hulking jungle warrior as Sludge plopped the small rotund form of Cosmos down onto a stool that just happened to be situated right next to the flamethrower. Slag sent a glare at Cosmos and then turned and looked back toward the mirror that hung behind the temporary bar keep.

“Drop dead, Cosmos.”

Without another word Slag took long chug from a newly arrived mug of high grade.

Energon Pub

The doors to the energon pub slid open with fresh vigor. Unclouded by the excesses of unnecessary energon, Warhaul could see everything going on around him in a new light.

"Dind't think I'd see you back here so soon," one of the tenders said. "You need another?"

"Not a chance," Warhaul chuckled, attempting to appear good-natured. He wanted another, of course. he wanted to get just as overcharged on energon as he had the last time. But that would jeopardize the mission that he had been sent here to accomplish. And he couldn't have that.

This time he just took an auxiliary position on one of the barstools. Just so he could watch what was going on. No drinking.........no drinking.

The Dinobots were still here. That was a positive. If he could sabotage the Autobots and remove one of the premier Autobot teams in existence, he would wind up being a legend. Slag, Megatron may even make him a high commander. His own fleet. What an orn that would be.

"Quarter-glass of filler. Nothing extra," Warhaul finally said. No need to look like he was being a prude, after all.

Energon Bar

Snarl was happy that Side Burn seemed content with his explanation of the Dinobots’ whereabouts for so many vorns. Not that it really had worried the Desert Warrior all that much, but it was still one less mess for Grimlock to be concerned with. They were supposed to be keeping a low profile, after all, and smashing the blue mech’s cranial plating in to keep him quiet wouldn’t have been in keeping with the Dinobot Commander’s orders. Of course, Snarl didn’t always follow his leader’s instructions as he didn’t always agree with them. However, that was not the case in this particular situation.

The Desert Warrior couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath at the notion of Side Burn fighting side by side with the Dinobots. Like a mech as small and weak as him could really hold his own with an elite fighting squad such as the Dinobots. It was inconceivable. “You never make it with us, kid. You not Dinobot material. Besides, we not need any help. We work alone!”

Snarl’s attention was then drawn to the flamethrower, who wasted no time in berating his comrade for hoping that the war would never end. “Me no see future, Slag. Me just saying that war can’t end! It must not end! If war ends someday, then me have to find new war. Me not happy unless me fighting! Can’t live in universe without conflict!” The plated mech then watched and listened as Slag turned his anger towards Side Burn, threatening him with bodily harm if he didn’t keep his inquisitive nature in check.

With a shake of his cranium, Snarl picked up and downed another mug of high grade in one massive gulp. This was followed quickly by the arrival of Cosmos, who was helped onto a stool with much hilarity by the dimwitted Jungle Warrior. The green minibot then tried to make nice with the flamethrower, but had little success. The solar-powered Dinobot cast his gaze over at Sludge, who had been the one to put Cosmos in harm’s way. “Yes, and it would be your fault if little saucer-bot gets toasted! Ha ha!”

Snarl gave his less than intelligent comrade a hard pat on the shoulder before turning his attention back down to his empty mug. He then looked up to Side Burn, who was still functioning due greatly to the fact he had not asked any of them more questions. “Hey, Side Burst, or whatever name is, another round! Me still thirsty! Heh.” The Desert Warrior was beginning to feel the effects of all the potent energon he had been drinking. Snarl, like the rest of the Dinobots, were big mechs and could handle their high grade better than most. However, even they had their limits.

Energon Pub

Grimlock walked back into the bar, his brow furrowed in annoyance. While he had ordered the Dinobots to relax a bit and keep a low profile a small part of him had hoped they would do something productive. At the very least he hoped they wouldn’t have gotten themselves overenergized. By the looks of things he had probably arrived just in time to avoid that. He needed to whip them back into shape and get them on board for their next movie. Fortunately he had an idea on how to do both.

The Dinobot commander walked up to the bar where his team was sitting and grunted. “Me gave you permission to relax, not over fill your energon tanks. Me don’t want to drag your stasis locked bodies around from overenergizing because you too lazy and thirsty. We Dinobots, we don’t sit around and drink all day. We fight, or get ready to fight, or practice fighting!”

He turned to Cosmos who he had spotted sitting nearby. Hopefully the minibot could help him out again, preferably without talking too much. “Cosmos, you can show me and Dinobots nearest training room. Me need to work them out, get extra energon out of system and make sure they still know how to fight.”

Honestly doing some training sounded good to him on many levels. All of this talking and taking meetings was for Bots like Prowl. Bureaucracy, protocol, look what it had gotten them in all of this time. First it was the corrupt old senate and leadership on Cybertron and now it had taken a firm hold on this war. Infiltration protocols, treaties and agreements with the Decepticons. Its like everyone had forgot how to wage war while he was gone. Doing some fighting, even if it was against drones, would help relieve some of the frustration that was building inside of him. Nothing in life became quite so clear as when his sword was slicing through an enemy. Act and react, hit and move, live or die, it was in those sharp, distinct moments that you truly saw what mechs were made of, and when everything became so clear.

*

Side Burn shot a smile at Cosmos as he talk to him. “That would be me, the one and only. Glad to hear that my reputation precedes me once again.” His expression changed to a frown as he poured another round for the Dinobots. Being a bartender was not a reputation he wanted though. He was going to have to do something to shake that image out of people’s minds. “I’m just pitching in a bit, these guys can be a bit much for a simple shipyard bartender to take care of.” He gestured at the Dinobots as he passed out the drinks.

He smiled again at Cosmos as he poured the wine for him. “Here you are Mister Best Ambassador, enjoy! I’m sure it’s well deserved.” He handed him the glass as he listened to the minibot mentioned something about some femmes.

“Lovely femmes you say? In need of some marksmanship training. Hmmm, I just might know the perfect mech to give them some instruction. If you could just point me in their direction I would be much obliged.”

The blue Autobot looked up at the doorway as Grimlock strolled into the room. The Dinobots were certainly a big bunch, bulky and intimidating but their leader had an extra aura about him. It was like he walked into a room expecting to lead everyone inside of it. It was an interesting effect and one he just might have to study and pick up sometime. Of course there was no time for that now, not with the lovely ladies needing his help.

Side Burn glanced at the Dinobots. “Well guys its been fun but it looks like the boss man is here to shut down the party. You guys have a good stay here and maybe I’ll see ya around.”

*

Security Office

Kick-Off smiled at Highcall as he produced the key to his cuffs. “I’m glad to hear that Highcall. Sometimes we all get too wrapped up in our work or beliefs and we make mistakes. This war has gone on so long that we sometimes forget how to act in a regular society. Even here, where we aren’t even close to the front the war touches us. You don’t need to do anything but look at all those ships under construction in the docks to know that. You aren’t the first one to make a mistake like this and you won’t be the last. I’m glad you have learned from it though.”

The security chief unlocked the cuffs and removed them. “No, you’re free to go. You’ll be fined though and you’ll probably have to pull some extra shifts as punishment.” He sat back in his chair as the other Autobot mentioned wanting to apologize. “You can go and apologize, I won’t stop you. I’d just recommend you be careful about it. That other mech should be sobered up and cooled off by now, but you never know. The bar might not be the most welcoming place for you now either, but I’m sure if you explain what you are there for it’ll be alright.

Energon Pub

Warhaul drank his filler. It barely registered anything on his internal fuel sensors, but it was satisfying to ingest anyway. Now that he was back to his normal energy levels it would be time for him to get back to his normal responsibilities, too. Normal responsibilities like working on that beautiful Autobot ship they were building in this place.

There had been no opportunity for him to engage in any kind of sabotage aboard that thing yet. His work, just like that of every other technician that was assigned to work aboard the Trion, was checked and re-checked by additional supervisory technicians to ensure that it had been done properly. Warhaul couldn't blow his cover so early. But he knew that he would find his opportunity.

Decepticon intelligence had no idea that a ship of this order was being constructed here on the Alpha Shipyards, but the possibility that it might was precisely the reason that he had received this assignment. He might get a little sloppy in drinking establishments and forget his objective temporarily, but he knew how to do his job and get back on track.

The temptation to get another drink, one without filler, was pretty heavy. He mulled it over for a few astroseconds before deciding against it. He supposed he could get to his workstation a few breems early. He needed to devote as much of his functioning time as possible to finding a window of opportunity for bringing that ship down before it ever entered the Autobot fleet.

"Havin' another?" the barkeep asked.

"Nah," Warhaul said, pushing the container away and sliding away from the bar. "Got work to do."

"Alright, 'Hauly. See you next cycle or so."

Warhaul grumbled some sort of acknowledgement as he turned to leave the bar surroundings. By the Pit he hated that nickname. Leave it to peacenik, do-gooding Autobots to come up with something so corny.

"Yeah, probably so."

Security Office

Highcall listened intently as Kick-Off spoke before the security mech unlocked and removed the restraints around his wrists. He spent a few astroseconds rubbing and stretching his wrists before he stood up, giving a sudden exhale as Kick-Off mentioned his possible punishment.

"I shouldn't have a problem paying the fine, and I'm more than willing to work any extra shifts.....", he gave a weak smile as he put his hand up to his forehead, shaking in realization, "But now I'm starting to understand why I keep getting transfered to different assignments so often. I don't know if there's any crew chief or senior engineer who'd want me on their team."

Highcall shut off his optical sensors for a moment, his cooling fans taking in a deep intake. He gave a thought to Primus then turned his optics back on.

"But that's the recharging berth I made, and now I'll have to go to sleep mode on it. If Primus was willing to give up his freedom for the sake of the Universe, than I can certainly work whatever assignment is given to me to attone for my mistake, even if it means scrubbing the cargo hold of a garbage scow."

The Autobot engineer turned and walked toward the security office door, but stopped just short of leaving and turned toward the security mech. He put his palms together and lowered his head in a partial bow.

"Thank you, Kick-Off. You may not believe in any of it, but I think you've helped me see His guiding light more clearly.", Highcall parted his hands and lifted his head up, "You have my word that I won't cause any more trouble. The next time we see each other I hope it will be more as friends, and not as law enforcement detaining a criminal."

Giving a curt nod, Highcall turned around and walked out the door.

Energon Bar

Cosmos gladly took the wine glass from Side Burn. He raised his glass in appreciation.

"Thank you, Side Burn. Your right, these guys can be a little rough at times, but I'm sure their all good bots.", Cosmos nodded, then lowered his drink, "Now if I remember right, those femmes said they were going to shooting range 4, one deck up from here."

Retracting his faceplate, Cosmos brought the energon wine to his mouth and savored the smooth taste of his drink. Good drinks, good friends, what could be better?

The bubble that Cosmos was floating on quickly burst, though. While he had hoped the Dinobots would be more social and friendly after a few drinks, the flamethrower sitting right next to him seemed to be thinking the exact opposite. With just three words, Slag sent the green mech tumbling back down to Cybertron. He nearly spilled his drink.

"Oh, uh..... Well I'm terribly sorry, Slag.", Cosmos stammered, not sure how exactly to respond, "I, uh, I didn't think that.... I mean, I don't know what I've done but, uh...."

*

Though the drinks were still just as good as when he got there, Sludge was starting to get a little tired of all the drinking as he downed each mug simply because they were in front of him. Being the largest of the Dinobots he was the most capable of holding his fuel.

"That good one, Swoop. Slag make good puddle out of little green am-bas-sa-dor.", Sludge chuckled as he had to say "ambassador" with considerable effort. One had to wonder if it was because of all the energon substitute he'd drank, or his own natural dimwittedness.

Sludge then turned and listened to the desert warrior sitting to the other side of him, continuing to berate the blue mech who had been serving him drinks and argue with the Dinobot flamethrower. Then Snarl gave his own two energon chips on the Cosmos situation with Slag, putting the blame on Sludge.

"Huh?", was all Sludge could reply as he rubbed his chin, slowly processing his thoughts, "Uh, me Sludge had not thought of that."

Sludge looked over at the flamethrower, who had already blasted the jungle warrior for talking too much to Side Burn. Slag simply sat there drinking and fuming, but so far hadn't laid a finger on the little green mech. Cosmos, standing on the stool, looked nervous and confused, but was still in one piece. The jungle warrior shrugged. Maybe he did help Cosmos onto the stool and right next to the most volatilte member of the Dinobots, but if the flying saucer got hurt that was his own problem.

It was then that heard loud footsteps enter the bar, and before he knew it their leader was back, and none too happy. To be honest Sludge didn't know what exactly they'd done wrong. Grimlock had told them to go to the bar and not get into any trouble or say anything about their mission. As far as the jungle warrior knew they had followed those orders. Still, Grimlock was the strongest, so he must have been right to be upset with them.

"Uh, me Sludge sorry, Grimlock.", the jungle warrior stood up from the now crumpled up stool, maybe a little too eagerly as he staggered and had to grab the table to keep from falling. One had to wonder if he was drunk or just his normal clumsy self.

Once stood up Sludge turned and stepped toward his leader, "Me Sludge ready to practice fighting.", he said enthusiastacally, raising his fists to prove his point.

*

Cosmos took another drink of his wine as he tried to think of some way to break the ice with Slag, but nothing was coming to him. He was starting to think that maybe it was better to give up with the flamethrower, and maybe all the Dinobots in general.

Maybe I don't need to be friends with every bot that arrives here.... It certainly seems like trying to be friends with these Dinobots may get me killed.

Before Cosmos could say anything else to Slag, he heard Grimlock enter. After a quick dressing down of his team, the Dinobot leader turned to the green mech, requesting he show them to the nearest training facility.

"Oh, uh, yes, sure thing Grimlock, I'm happy to help you and your team in anyway.", Cosmos nervously replied.

Gulping down the rest of his wine and setting the glass on the bar counter, Cosmos carefully lowered himself down from the stool- he wasn't going to make the mistake of asking one of the Dinobots for help a second time. Once his feet were on the floor he stepped up to the Dinobot commander- the only Dinobot who'd seem to have any patience with Cosmos.

"Well, the closest training facility on the station is at the other end of the hallway.", Cosmos informed.

Cosmos then looked at the gathered Dinobots around him- big, rough, each of them incredibly strong and capable of doing a lot of damage without even trying.

"But you know, there's this other facility two decks up.", Cosmos added, "It was designed to handle squads of up to 30 mechs, much larger and more durable. It might be safer.... structural integrity of the station, that is. Uh, I'll lead the way and you can decide as we go."

Cosmos waddled out the bar as quickly as he could, hoping a head start would help him from slowing down the larger Dinobots with their longer strides.

Here's hoping this all goes well.

*

Highcall gave a curteous, if confused nod to the guards outside the bar. He wasn't sure why their continued presence was needed with it was a relatively minor incident earlier, but that didn't matter. He looked around, and to his relief saw the mech he was looking for leaving the bar.

I knew this is the right thing to do., he thought as he looked up to Primus, He may have gone against your teachings, but I realize now that it was wrong for me to judge him. When the time comes for all you shall judge them as you see fit. And for now, I must atone for my behavour. Give me strength.

Lowering his head, Highcall made eye contact with Warhaul. The engineer raised his hands in the air, showing that he was unarmed and had no intention of fighting.

"Warhaul,", he addressed the technician as he walked up to the much taller mech, "Do you have an astrosecond? I would like to talk, and I promise you that is has nothing to do with Primus."

Energon Bar

When Side Burn placed yet another round of high grade in front of Snarl, the Desert Warrior wasted no time in grabbing the mug with his large right hand and consuming its contents in one big gulp. The plated Dinobot then slammed the glass receptacle down hard onto the bar top, causing it to shatter into several pieces. “Ooops,” Snarl muttered without cracking so much as a smirk. “Need new glass here, Side Born!”

Before the blue Autobot could respond, however, Grimlock appeared and began berating the Dinobots for getting overengerized and being too lazy. Snarl took offense at the notion that he was lazy and quickly stood up, glaring over at his commander. “Me not lazy, Grimlock! Me can hold energon just fine! Besides, nothing else to do around here. At least we not destroy anything or anyone....” the Desert Warrior said, glancing over at Slag before returning his attention to the Dinobot leader. “....yet.”

Snarl then regarded Sludge with a frown as the Jungle Warrior sheepishly apologized to Grimlock. “Yeah, me sorry, too....for not having enemy to crush instead of downing drinks!” The Desert Warrior declared, his anger beginning to dissipate at the mention of a training facility where the Dinobots could go and at least pretend like they were fighting ‘Cons. “Yeah, good idea! Let’s go to training room! Me want to fight something before me punch hole in wall,” the solar-powered mech said as he glanced over at Cosmos who had just suggested they head to a facility located two decks up. “Sound good. Lead way, little saucer-bot!”

As the green minibot headed out of the bar, Snarl moved by Grimlock and Sludge without saying another word and followed Cosmos into the corridor. Soon the plated Dinobot would be bashing drones and holomatter Decepticons. Hopefully, there was a super advanced training level as anything less would present no challenge whatsoever to the Desert Warrior or his aggressive comrades.

Main Shipyard - The Trion’s Hull

Still standing on the hover sled high above the catwalks, Grindcore continued his monotonous task of buffing the side of the Trion’s hull. The gentle whir of the auto-buffer would have been soothing to most ‘Bots, but not to the heavy lifter who found it to be irritating like a tiny cyber-gnat buzzing around his audios. The construction worker couldn’t take much more of this mundane chore. Hadn’t the tiny foremech made his point by now? Surely, this extended period of punishment didn’t fit the crime, if being hungover could even be called that.

“Stupid Erector,” Grindcore grunted under his breath as he adjusted the hover sled’s height a bit lower to reach a spot he had missed before.

“What was that, ‘Core?” The question came from below as another hover pad rose up beside the yellow worker. It was Erector who had decided to come out of his office and inspect Grindcore’s progress in person. One could only see so much sitting in a confined room looking at display screens. Being out in the shipyard, itself, allowed for a much closer look and was also much more satisfying on a personal level. “Did I just hear you say that something or someone was stupid?”

“Uh...um...no boss, not at all,” a surprised Grindcore replied, looking over at the yellow and grey minibot that was hovering next to his cranium. “Just having problems with the auto-buffer, that’s all. Heh.”

“Ah, I see,” Erector said with a knowing smile. The foremech was neither dumb nor deaf and knew full well what his subordinate had just uttered in a hushed tone. Comments like that were to be expected, however, especially from a construction worker who was being punished for his irresponsible behavior. Thus, the minibot chose to pay it no mind. Besides, the dumbfounded look on Grindcore’s faceplate when his boss suddenly appeared beside him was enough satisfaction to prevent any foremech from taking further corrective action.

“Your buffer appears as though it’s doing an adequate job from what I can see,” Erector continued as he leaned in to closely inspect the Trion’s hull.

“Ah, yeah, I guess,” Grindcore responded as he kept his optics focused on the tiny foremech. “I just have to play with it a little, that’s all.”

“Good, good,” Erector commented as he glanced over at his subordinate. “So, how are you feeling?”

“Honestly, boss, I’m bored,” the heavy lifter said in no uncertain terms. “My time is wasted here.”

“I agree,” the minibot nodded. “But it’s also wasted down in the energon bar. If you want to be a Wrecker some day, you should be in the training facility and not overfilling your tanks with high grade.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Grindcore responded, looking away from his boss. “They’ll never accept me.”

“You don’t know that,” Erector countered as he moved his hover pad around to the other side of the heavy lifter so he could look the larger mech in the optics. “You can always try again. They’re always looking for new recruits. It’s not out of the question, but you have to believe in yourself and stop drowning your sorrows in energon.”

“I suppose,” Grindcore conceded, letting out a deep sigh. “Is my shift over yet, sir?”

“No,” the foremech replied stoically before his visage softened. “But you may clock out, anyway. I think you’ve been out here long enough and have done a decent job. The drones should be able to finish from here on out.”

“Thank you, sir!” Grindcore said as he perked up a bit. “I promise I won’t come to work again in that condition.”

“If you do, your services will no longer be required here,” Erector stated in a serious tone. “I’m sorry, but I’ve given you numerous chances in the past and you will NOT get another one after this. Is that clearly understood, ‘Core?”

The heavy lifter nodded in response, his shoulder plates slumping forward in defeat. “Understood, boss.”

“Good. Now, get going and give careful thought to what I said. You can still be a Wrecker, but you have to want it.”

Grindcore quietly nodded again before lowering his hover sled down to the catwalk below. He then stepped off and made his way out of the main shipyard as Erector remained behind and watched. The minibot hoped he had finally gotten through to the heavy lifter, but only time would tell if that was the case or if the foremech would eventually have to fire his best worker not to mention a good friend.