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Skyfire stared at the large cup that his brother was offering him … well, it truth it was more like a bucket, but jets were just big. Everything was super sized about them … everything.
“No, no. I can’t. I just can’t. Can’t you do it? I mean … ugh,” Skyfire squirmed in front of his brother, unable to sit still on his private berth as he crossed his legs, feeling naked in front of his twin … though his twin had probably seen every slaggen piece of him probably more times than the other would like to note … truly, everything.
“Can’t we just wait for Restart? I’m sure he is bringing metal supplements,” whined Skyfire, hating the deadpan look his sibling was giving him.
Sighing, shoulder struts falling forward, Aquila reached up and took off his visor, his red optics seeming tired as he reached up and pinched his nose bridge. Skyfire, in reaction, couldn’t help but drop his wings. Aquila rarely took off his visor and the only times he did was when he was tired … and only in front of his twin. Personally, Skyfire believed that Aquila rarely ever took off his visor because the other truthfully believed that his red optics were why their carrier had left them. Apparently, Aquila just reminded their carrier too much of their sire. Not that their adoptive caretakers didn’t love them … but it had become a symbolic action for Aquila. It was meant to show a moment of weakness that his twin rarely showed. He was basically begging for help.
“I’m sorry to have to ask you for this Skyfire. You know I wouldn’t unless I had to and asking Graph or someone just feels wrong. Rift Ring was so upset and for a moment … it reminded me of our carrier … before he left us. I-I understand what it’s like to just want to keep an ounce of your pride. So I don’t want the other scientists to know about this,” admitted his brother, looking so much younger and less stoic with that visor removed, “But … my reserves aren’t as large as I thought and you know I’ve never been an avid practitioner of masturbation … So I don’t think I have enough.”
Then, face completely serious, Aquila told his brother what he needed, “Brother, I need you to take this cup, go into the washroom … and think of pretty bots. I know it might be scary to touch yourself down there for the first time … but I have confidence in you.”
Skyfire, mouth dropping open, quickly slammed his fist into his brother’s shoulder, glaring at the sarcastic mech that was now grinning.
“Frag, Aquila … I thought something was wrong when you took off your visor, but no you are just being a jerk, as usual. If you wanted to pick on me, there are less elaborate ways to pick on me that don’t involve Rift Ring,” grumbled the other, a bit irritated that his brother had pulled him aside and told him in all seriousness that he needed a baster and nanites only to have it be an intricate lie.
Aquila, offering one of his rare smiles that was meant just for Skyfire, his brother, chuckled a little before he gained a serious expression, “But in all seriousness brother … I do need you to come into this bucket. Rift Ring’s sparkling needs minerals. I caught him masturbating in his recharge and mumbling about someone called Optimus. It’s a sign of his body’s needs.”
Sighing, wings falling down, Skyfire reluctantly took the cup, grumbling, “I should have known it was a joke when you said you weren’t an avid practitioner. You know that definition more accurately describes me than you,” his optics becoming slits, the mech then added, “which is probably why you don’t have enough reserves. You jacked off before checking on Rift Ring, didn’t you?”
Looking offended, though he obviously wasn’t that insulted, Aquila said, “What? I’d never, especially not before checking on a patient.”
Skyfire scoffed, “Oh, don’t lie to me. I know all your fetishes and we both know that you are secretly into that bondage stuff. You probably have to jack off before going into Rift Ring’s room to ignore any embarrassment. It’s a shame that you know more about obstinacies than medicine.”
Huffing, the second born twin waved his hand nonchalantly, “Hey, I put him half together. I paid a lot of attention in my medical courses.”
Grinning, glad to have this private time with his twin even though it wasn’t the most comfortable of conversations, Skyfire mocked, “Yeah, so pretty femmes would ask to study with you.”
Taking on a flabbergast expression, Aquila looked like he was about to defend himself when he suddenly stalled and shrugged his shoulders, admitting, “Yes, yes, I did, but even so … I know that Rift Ring needs nanites. So, are you going to come in the cup or what?”
Plating pulling in close, Skyfire nodded solemnly, grumbling, “Fine, I’ll do it … just give me a few cycles.”
“That’s the spirit, brother. I love science as much as any other scientist here, but you have to give into the small things in life once in a while,” beseeched his brother as he pulled something out of his sub space. “Now, I brought some data-zines to assist you. I like looking at all those revealed valves myself … but I think you would get off on the articles.”
Skyfire, looking at the porn data pads his brother was offering him, merely groaned praying silently that Rift Ring decided to keep the sparkling … or this suffering would be all for naught. Well, suffering on his part. Aquila seemed to be having a really good day. Slagger, sarcastic all the way especially when he was picking on his brother … not that Skyfire was innocent. Aquila had learned some of his best pranks from him after all when they were little.
…
“Primus this is so boring. I can’t take it anymore. First we hang out in some creepy docking centers with creepy dock workers and then we stop at every major port from Cybertron to Traverse Town … just to be led here. The pit of all pits looking for someone who abandoned his post,” grumbled Hot Shot as he kicked an empty cube away from him, gritting at the feel of pebbles in his joints as the group continued walking. It had not been four Mega-Cycles since the call had been put out to find the missing Prime … correction, missing Minor … but Hot Shot already felt like he was in hell.
Magnus, after confirming that something seriously bad had happen to Sentinel, had selected three teams to find the missing Minor. In the meeting, Magnus had confirmed that even though there was a chance of the Minor having gone AWOL, it seemed unlikely. Sentinel had not taken any large amounts of credits or fuel, his weapons were left and nothing of value was missing from his flat. All signs pointed to abduction or something equally ghastly. And yet abandoning his post was not completely unlikely either because he never was seen leaving the planet which meant he smuggled himself off the planet … or he was still on the planet.
One of the teams, the Team Safe-guard (also nicknamed the protector-bots), was given the task of scouring the planet to see if he was kidnapped or half dead in an alley or in … a morgue, unidentified.
Which left Team Blue Net and Team Athenia to the task of looking for him in the colonies … or to deduce that he had turned AWOL and needed a bounty placed on his head. Sentinel Minor had been too high in the ranks to just gallivant off. Optimus Prime, a big supporter of the search for some reason, seemed dead set on the idea that Sentinel had not abandoned his post and that he was hurt. It was the higher Prime’s status which caused Rodimus to choose the harsher path, because if something bad had happened. It had happened out here, in these neutral colonies and not in the party capital of the galaxy: Omel.
Sentinel wasn’t the greatest bot in the world, but he followed the rules … though he had started to slip during his reign as Magnus. Power corrupts some more than most, Rodimus supposed. Regardless, he was sick of his subordinates whining. Rodimus knew, given Optimus Prime’s worry over the situation, that finding Sentinel Minor would likely promise a rise in ranks. That was important to him now days, especially after he had almost lost his team and himself to cosmic rust, that he and his team be in the good graces of someone powerful like the future Magnus: Optimus Prime. Everyone knew it. It was just a matter of time.
“Well, I wasn’t going to have us go to Omel,” some of the crew gave him miserable or loathing glares as Rodimus spoke up, “Because we all know that Sentinel never made it to his destination. He apparently never even made it to the ship.”
“So you truly believe that the ticket he bought to Omel … was a distraction? Why? So he could go AWOL?” said Red Alert as she finished her commander’s train of thought, frowning deeply.
Hot Shot, moaning and not catching onto his commander’s dark glare, grumbled, “But who wouldn’t want to go to Omel? Nova Prime was the smart one here. He and his team went to have a party. We got stuck jumping from shifty dock from shifty dock looking for a ship that some shifty mech apparently saw someone that looked like Sentinel enter. If that is the case, we should report it to the Magnus and head back home. Sentinel is obviously a-”
“Don’t say it Hot Shot,” bit out Rodimus. “Sentinel wasn’t the most charming of bots, but he did his job loyally and loved his job. He lived for his job and it was that passion, that drive was what gained him the position he did have. He is not a traitor, but he was up to something. When they demoted him he didn’t fight. He didn’t struggle … it was like he gave up.”
“So … what are you saying?”
“I think he wanted to hide away. He wanted slipped out of sight,” said Rodimus Prime carefully before he added. “He left us those clues, those false clues that led to Omel, so we need to look where he didn’t want us to look. If someone wants to hide out of sight, they go where they can’t be seen. And what is the one place where people don’t look twice in our society?”
The rest of his team shifted nervously as their commander came to a stop in front of one docked freight ship, Eureka Seven, a large white and grey mech barking out orders. Only when the Prime cleared his throat did the large heavily armored mech turn his back to his crew which was loading the ship, his yellow optics glowing in curiosity.
“Yes, what do you Autobots want?”said the mech grumpily.
“Hello, we would hate to trouble you during your work,” said the red mech kindly as he brought a holo-pad out of his subspace, a picture of Sentinel popping up on it, “But have you seen this mech?”
Revere, the captain, wearily took the holo-pad from the slim Prime. He sighed through his vents as he looked at a picture of Rift Ring, a drifter that had worked on his ship about two Orns ago. He had been weary of the mech, as with all new hands on his ship, but the mech didn’t have the volatile streak and temper that a full fledge Con generally did so he had hired him on without a second thought. Rift Ring was a quiet mech and complained very little though he obviously had a dislike for organics given his reaction to some of the life forms that would grab onto the ship’s hull. He seemed harmless; a good mech with a personal past that he was obviously running away from.
Looking over Rodimus, Revere noted that he now knew what the blue mech was running from though. Apparently, Rift Ring wasn’t a neutral given the Autobot symbol on his chassis in the picture.
Shoulder’s sinking, Revere gave the pad back to the slightly shorter red mech, obviously the group’s leader. He knew that the mech might seem smaller than him, but he knew better than to judge an Autobot by their size. Autobots knew how to fight which was why he was going to get the red Autobot and his team away from his ship as soon as possible. He didn’t need trouble. Rift Ring seemed to be a good bot, but he was not worth losing his trading license over with Cybertron.
“Who wants to know?” asked the captain suspiciously.
“The Autobot Guard and the Magnus himself,” said Rodimus very formally though there was no proof that the blue mech that the witness saw was even Sentinel. “There is a rumor that this mech entered your ship so it is best to tell us what you know and no action will be taken against you.”
Revere huffed through his vents. He didn’t need any trouble today. Pirates were bad enough. He didn’t need Cybertron breathing down his neck as well. So, though a part of him hated being labeled a snitched, he admitted, “Yeah, I’ve seen him. He said he was a Neutral when I met him, but looking at this picture … I take it he was not a Neutral,”
Straightening his spine, glad that he could finally report something back to his superiors, Rodimus Prime asked, “I’m glad to hear he was safe. Now, do you know where he went … what he was up to?”
Frowning deeply, Revere shook his head, “All I know is he was a quiet mech. He kept to himself and did his work. He didn’t disobey orders, followed the rules and didn’t sleep around. He was a good worker.”
Rodimus frowned deeply, thinking how odd it was to hear the word ‘quiet’ and ‘Sentinel’ in the same sentence and apparently he wasn’t the only one with the way his team was exchanging glances. Perhaps the Magnus’ punishment was too harsh because just hearing of Sentinel’s behavior from a second party … seemed wrong.
“He was a little weird though. He was always wondering the halls at night like he couldn’t recharge, and I swore I heard him talking to someone once. A femme … which there are no femmes on my ship, so he was kind of creepy, “Revere admitted, feeling a chill run down his spinal column as he recalled the echo of voices that night. “And then he had this tick to him, like he had a glitch. He wasn’t a defect, was he? You guys really are too hard on those types of mechs.”
Red Alert, who had been listening calmly, suddenly went stiff at the word ‘tick’ her slim legs rushing forward as he suddenly interrupted Rodimus’ defense of Cybertron’s political opinion of glitched mechs.
“No, he wasn’t glitched. Now tell me of the tick,” she all but demanded, her command so strong it made the large mech back down a little.
Frowning deeply, Revere’s vents hummed before he grumbled, “Well, sometimes when he seemed to be deep in thought or when bots asked him where he was going, his visor would flicker and his neck would twitch like his systems had just freaked out. He didn’t break down or anything so I never thought much of it.”
Red Alert, hands becoming fists, she pretty much finished the interrogation on her own, her voice hinting at rage, “Where was he heading, tell me.”
Raising his hands up, not liking the angry glimmer in her optics, he confessed, “He asked if I was going to Docker City when he originally boarded. That’s all I know, honest. I don’t want any trouble.”
Turning her back on the large captain, she all but stormed away Rodimus giving the rest of his team a worried look as he murmured, “Finish questioning him.”
Then, feeling that at least Ironhide was capable of a minor interrogation, he rushed after his medic, grabbing her arm to keep her from storming away any further, asking, “Hey, where are you going? What was that even about? You rarely lose your cool.”
Stalling, angry, she all but growled, “I’m upset that we were sent out to find a corpse, Rodimus. Is that what you want me to say?”
Frowning, a bit unnerved that Red Alert had actually lost her cool, the Prime asked carefully, “What do you mean by finding a corpse? And is this really even about Sentinel. Y-you didn’t like him, did you?”
Choking, blushing, the femme defended herself, “N-no, I would have never dated that jerk. It’s just … it’s just the symptoms the captain told us about. You see, I’ve heard of them before, witnessed them even,” her voice was almost a whisper as she refused to look at the other, “before my brother offlined himself.”
Rodimus, finally catching the hint, shook his head, “No, no. You can’t mean …”
“Yes, the reason he smuggled himself off the planet was so he … could wandered off to find a quiet place to offline.”
Feeling sick to his tank, Rodimus didn’t want to believe it, but at the same time he slowly murmured, “Well, there’s one way to find out. We are going to Docker City. Hopefully, we can still save him from himself.”
…
“Do you think anyone will notice we stole the only baster from the kitchen?” said Skyfire nervously as he and Aquila stood between Sentinel’s legs with a bucket and baster. Luckily, the blue mech had opted to go under for the procedure. Rift Ring had admitted that he didn’t need any more trauma … and because a part of him probably wanted to be able to deny it ever happened. It was probably for the best … considering that neither of the large twins really knew what they were doing. They knew the theory behind the procedure: open valve, stick ejection device in valve, eject nanites into valve and you were done.
Things were hardly that easy though.
“No, I don’t think they will and I doubt they would even care. Now … just squeeze it up there,” said Aquila with an upward hand motion, waiting for his brother to actually stick it into the revealed valve. The valve was basically just dripping for anything.
“U-uh, I know half of its mine but it’s just so … crude. I can’t believe I put my … stuff … in a bucket just so I could put it in a baster and … and…” stalled Skyfire, looking a bit pale as he motioned in between Sentinel’s legs, unable to finish his sentence.
“And stick it up Rift Ring’s hue-hut?” finished Aquila.
“What?”
“You know … his ready ring? His joy hole? His clap trap?”
Skyfire could only look at his brother in horror. Where had he learned phrases like that? He knew Aquila and him and their own separate hobbies and didn’t share everything like they used to but what the pit was his twin doing with his spare time to become so ... Well, educated really wasn’t the right word for it.
“His valve,” clarified Aquila, vowing to make sure his porn vids were hidden well when he got home to their shared apartment. It seemed his brother wasn’t emotionally ready for that kind of stuff … even though he was technically older than him.
“Just stick it in there and squeeze. It … can’t be that hard,” finally murmured the least patience of the two brothers.
Looking at the gapping, slightly twitching valve for a moment, Skyfire seemed ready to take the plunge, only to thrust the baster at his brother as choked, “I can’t do this. You do it first!”
Aquila, not expected his brother to basically thrust the full baster at him, grabbed the item too firmly to keep it from falling on the floor and thus require sanitizing again. Unfortunately for him … it was a very touchy baster. Before either brother could even properly cover their face or at least close their mouths … the electric fluid went everywhere.
For a moment the two brothers stood there, horrified, chassis, hands and even their faces covered in the fluid.
Skyfire, after looking completely sickened, gagged somewhat as a hand reached up to his throat, “I think I got some in my mouth.”
Then, before Aquila could even reach up a hand and wipe away the blob hanging off of his visor, Skyfire was over the sink in the room gagging over it as the cleansing fluid was turned off.
“Great, Skyfire. Great work … now I’m covered in it,” grumbled Aquila as his hands dropped to the side, his glare not long lasting as he turned to see his brother struggling to clean himself off. He supposed he couldn’t blame his sibling and actually … it was kind of funny. Really funny actually.
Beside himself Aquila started laughing almost to the point of hysteria as he watched his brother rinse out his mouth. Skyfire, nanites still all over him regardless of his panicked cleaning, could only frown at this as he grumbled, “This isn’t funny!”
Snorting, loving how Skyfire’s voice had reached that octane, Aquila grabbed for the bucked and stuck the baster into it, chuckling, “Well, I suppose since we are both already covered in it. Just as wells get this over with, right?”
The slightly older jet, beside himself, couldn’t help but suddenly stop cleaning himself so erratically, admitting, “I-I supposed your right. Though I find it disturbing that you are so … used … to being covered in nanites. L-let’s just give this valve what it wants.”
“Already on top of it,” said Aquila, snorting slightly as he brought the baster down towards the valve, pressing it in with little trouble. The valve greedily sucked at the baster before the jet squeezed the baster, waiting a moment for all the nanites to drip into the valve before he pulled it out with a wet pop.
Skyfire, despite nearly having a break down moments ago, frowned at his brother, grumbling, “Really? Are you going to make fragging jokes the whole time we do this? It hardly seems appropriate considering we had to put Rift Ring under just to get his to calm down. The thought of something in his valve terrified him.”
Smirking regardless of his brother’s chiding as he offered another baster full to the hungry valve, Aquila grumbled, “Well, after awkwardly mixing a bucket of nanites with my brother, stealing a baster for lewd purposes and being covered in our own business … Well, I feel a little sexual humor can’t make this any more awkward. So why the pit not?”
Frowning at his brother as the baster was placed in the bucket again and then offered back to the likely aroused valve, Skyfire finally sighed, “Yes, perhaps you are right. It’s not like we could have handle this situation any worse, right?”
Chuckling, pressing the fifth or six load into the sucking valve, deeper to make sure it didn’t drip back out like the last load, Aquila was about to agree when suddenly a squelching noise filled the room. The visored mech couldn’t help but look up and give his twin a horrified look.
Skyfire, reading his brother’s expression too well, moaned and pinched his nose bridge as he walked around the berth so that he was standing between Sentinel’s legs with his brother, his words humorless, “Rift Ring’s valve just sucked the baster up, didn’t it?”
Staring at the valve in complete shock, still finding it hard to believe that little tight valve had just sucked the whole tool up, Aquila softly agreed, “Yes, yes it did. Sucked it up like it was a black whole of valvee death.”
Skyfire, lip twitching at the thought of reaching into Rift Ring’s valve and rifling around, turned to his brother who caught on rather quickly as he threw his hands up in the air and proclaimed, “Whoa … I am not going in there. You’ve seen what it did to a baster. I want to keep my hand. It’s my only right hand I’m quite attached to it, literally, thank you very much.”
Peeking at the valve again, Skyfire couldn’t help but ask, “Well … we can’t just leave it there.”
“Yes … yes we can,” said Aquila, not a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
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