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Kalomel
was not frightened of the huge Mech called Soundwave. She supposed that someone
seeing him for the first time among his peers would be more frightened of him
then many of the others. However she knew he was under orders to provide her
with a Comm Unit of her own and not ordered to hurt her. As an engineer she was
fascinated by the process by which he designed a piece of brand new technology
to overcome her ‘Deficiencies’ and tie her into the Decepticon
communications network.
In the
end she had a small control unit embedded in a belt buckle the size of a larger
sand dollar. The unit was tied to her by a synthetic strap and a headset with
one ear piece and a mic on a boom arm that flicked down near her mouth when she
pressed the activation switch on the ear piece was also included.
“To
answer any incoming communications depress the activation button once. To
contact others enter the numbered codes assigned to their specific frequencies
and then depress the activation button once. To determine who is contacting you
prior to your answering the comm unit you may look at the screen on the main
unit. You have also been given the Junior Medic rank. It is appropriate to
answer with that ranking and your designation. Customary pleasantries and
exchanges or lack there of after you answer the comm depend on rank protocol.
Such things can also depend upon the individual and if they have dispensed with
rank protocol or informed you that such protocols are no longer required.”
“I
appreciate your efforts on my behalf Soundwave. I have some minor questions
then I will leave your duty station.”
“Proceed.”
“Is
the unit capable of taking messages? Also is the unit water proof? Unless it is
water proof I do not wish to take it with me when I perform my necessary daily
hygiene maintenance. That and unless it is an emergency I am not likely to
answer during my recharge periods.”
“Yes
it is capable of recording the frequency of the individual who contacted you
and will record a brief verbal message from that individual. A special Audio
Emergency Alert will activate if someone uses the emergency comm linkup code.
Also Lord Megatron’s comm will have a special audio indicator. No the unit is
not water proof at this time though I will endeavor to design such a feature
into future incarnations of the unit. At next upgrade I will also attempt to
tie you in to your species’ primitive world wide network and cellular
communications. Until that time if you wish it I can access your human phone
system so that you may contact your family members and insure them of your
continued survival. The Air Commander has asked that I do so immediately as by
now they will be fairly concerned due to the situation at your previous base of
operations.”
“I
would like to do so at the earliest time it is convenient for you. I have three
aunts and four uncles who will be concerned, and a third cousin with a baby on
the way that I would like to check in with to determine her progress. However
as it would be long and tedious for me to communicate with all of them in
succession it would be easiest to contact my Auntie Charlotte through her
cellular phone. The family gossip network will take it from there.”
“I
will initiate contact after your full recharge period. Please return to this
location at that time.”
“Yes
Sir Lieutenant Soundwave.”
“Frenzy
will lead you back to Blackout’s Weapons Research Station. Please continue with
your projectile formula conjecture as Lord Megatron has expressed an interest
in the results and requests quarter cyclic updates.”
“Reports
every four hours while I’m working on it?”
“Precisely.”
“Thank
You Sir. Good Day.”
Kalomel
retreated from Soundwave’s sight before he could chastise her for saying the
dreaded phrase. Even so he did not seem inclined to do so like the others were.
Perhaps his perceptions of common courtesy were different then those of his
fellow Decepticons. Putting it aside for the moment to consider later, Kalomel
wandered back into Blackout’s research station.
Blackout
himself was not present, but as the screen he had designated for her use was
manipulated entirely by a stylus on a holographic keyboard, one that he had
programmed to use English language and characters before he departed, she was
well equipped to continue the conjecture phase of her research. Development of
prototype projectiles and the actual weapon would not occur until some time
next week if she kept up at this current pace and was only interrupted when
there were needed repairs or lessons she had to attend with Chief Medic Hook.
Her
fate sense tingled pleasantly several hours later. The Trine had to have
returned for that exact feeling was one she had come to associate with one or
more of them appearing in her general vicinity. They were severely late though
compared to the time that Blackout had said. Something must have gone wrong.
Her new comm unit beeped and she answered it when it did not show the 66 code
that stood for Megatron’s Frequency.
“:Junior
Medic Kalomel, this is Chief Medic Hook. Report at once to the repair bay for
extensive repair duty cycle. You will also need to bring hydration and
sustenance, as Thundercracker will require a long work session past the time
you will have to refuel your systems:”
Now
she knew that Hook’s Comm frequency was 42. She had asked what each of the
Trine Members frequencies were and that of Barricade and Blackout and Frenzy.
Unsurprisingly, as chief communications officer, lieutenant Soundwave’s Comm
Frequency showed up as 00 on her unit. She rode the lift up to the Seeker’s
level and entered Thundercracker’s quarters where her food was stored. Four
tubes of crackers and a jar of peanut butter went into a book bag that
Barricade had gotten for her someplace on top of four large water bottles, all
of which were full.
~*~
Thundercracker
came back to consciousness to the familiar lack of sensation that meant he was
severely damaged and under sensor blocks. Small hands were working on his
parts. Kalomel was at work on him with Hook then. He rotated an optic in the
direction of the very tight fit she was currently making in his chassis. Hook
was holding the squishy female by her ankles while she was removing a fractured
bolt that his systems told him were the only thing holding his gyroscopic
system into his internals as all the other bolts had been fractured enough to
fall away or already had been removed before he was able to return to
consciousness.
“Starscream
would love to vid this for later blackmail.”
“Nah
he’s to busy worrying about your aft to think of blackmail or gathering intel
for later blackmail on you right now Thundercracker.”
“I
doubt that. Starscream doesn’t worry. Warp maybe but not Screamer.”
“Perception
errors too I think Hook. Someone would seem to require a full systems overhaul
sooner then later.”
“Prognosis
Agreed with Junior Medic Kalomel. Once he is stable enough for such procedures
we will begin with that work. I will need to recharge prior to our completion
of such a task, which means you will have to serve a duty cycle here at the
repair bay. As soon as you have removed the broken gyroscopic device part
please return to your recharge area, refuel properly and recharge for as many
planetary hours as possible.”
“I
have it Chief Medic Hook. Please pull me out slowly.”
“Affirmative.”
His
gyroscope was slagged hard core. Thundercracker groaned in despair. It would
take five hours more to build a replacement gyroscopic panel and then another
hour for hook to replace it. Six hours without Kalomel’s skilled hands in his
chassis. He found that idea disturbing. Hook was much more then simply capable
so why was his logic processor not kicking up a fuss about his dislike of the
idea?
“Request
logic circuits and logic processors be priority in overhaul procedures Chief
Medic Hook.”
“Negative.
Logic systems are third level priority in descending order after repair of
gyroscopic panels and perception circuit board.”
~*~
Kalomel
left the repair bay and went back to the Seeker’s corridor. She had just popped
up in the hall and takena bout four steps when a metal hand closed around her
with startling speed and she was lifted up to level with Skywarp’s Optics.
“How
is Cracker?”
“He’s
going to have his gyroscopic panel replaced. So Hook is building him a new one
right now. Other then that he was pretty badly slagged by whatever you guys ran
into. Barricade said that you had not received any damage in your mission. So
would you care to tell me what happened?”
“No.
It is for Starscream to say, or Thundercracker when they decide to bring it up.”
“I
do not believe that I will be explaining it to you any time soon Junior Medic
Kalomel.”
They
had entered Starscream’s quarters. He looked just about as slagged as
Thundercracker. Self repair systems were whirring away at top speed. That she
could hear such systems working meant bad things. Starscream should be in the
repair bay right beside Thundercracker! Why wasn’t he?
“You
need to get down to the repair bay now Starscream! Half your systems are
practically slagged!”
“Megatron
has forbidden the repair of myself. It would be so as well for Cracker if I had
not offered sufficient penance after Barricade and Blackout removed him from
the scene of confrontation.”
“Why
would Megatron damage you so badly? You did good on this mission you just went
on didn’t you?”
“Better
then mere ‘Good.’ We acquired three times as much resources as were required
for our continued operations for the next three month period.”
“That’s
a lot of cargo.”
“Yes
it is.”
“So he
beat you up because…Oh god and fates! It was because I am here wasn’t it!?!?”
“Though
Screamer does not view it as such, Lord Megatron views his acceptance of your
help and the subsequent reward of your being given a place with us as weakness
and folly respectively. I don’t think it was either thing though. Slag it to
the Pit! Kalomel you’re leaking!”
“It
is not a systems malfunction or tubing rupture Warp. The humans call it crying.
Kalomel are you crying for me?”
“Of
course I am you slagging moron.”
“Do
not cry on my account Kalomel. This will make the Six hundred thirty seventh
time Megatron has severely punished me and required me to make penance for
something or other. The other Six hundred thirty six were not on your account
obviously. It is not an unusual occurrence.”
“That
doesn’t make it less sad you glitchy crop duster! IT DOESN’T!!!”
“Shh
Kalomel Don’t cry any more. I will mend eventually. It takes about six duty
cycles on average but the pain fades and the wounds close eventually.”
“Not
helping her with the extra data bits there Copper Bit. Its obvious that Mel here
hates the way Megatron lays into you at every turn as much as we do.”
“He
was not always this way. When first I met him he was what he once was for all
Cybertronians. He was the High Lord Protector.”
Kalomel
allowed her tears to flow freely but she felt the twinge in her fate sense all
the same. Something was off about this, not because a subordinate was being
abused at the whim of a superior. That happened in all organizations everywhere
to some degree. No this was because she was supposed to do something about it.
What she did not know, but she had to do something and the opportunity to get
the job done would come about sooner then later.
~*~
“Kalomel
cares about us a great deal Screamer.”
“That
is her nature, or so I am beginning to believe Warp.”
“I
wonder what Thundercracker thinks of her?”
“What
are you going to suggest that it would matter what that crazy singularity
humper would think of the Junior Medic?”
“Cracker
took a hit for you today. He’s been part of our Trine for ages but he never
would have done that before I don’t think. I’ve known him since we were
sparklings. He’s a selfish bot most of the time. No self sacrifice to speak of.
He always has a secondary motivation when he does anything for someone else.
Always, even if no one can figure out the nature of that motivation at the
time.”
“I
have known that for many cycles…”
“We
should add to our Trine I think. It would be beneficial.”
“Kalomel?”
“Yes
the squishy but oh so sublime Junior Medic. I sure as the Pit was not
suggesting it be Megatron!”
“That
would be why you wonder what the crazy one thinks of her then. Huh. I honestly
do not know. Since she had her hands in his internal systems today his opinion
might have changed from whatever it might have been before. I would at least
guess that such an event would have an effect even on our Mate.”
“Cracker
is a nut job and sometimes he’s a pain but he does have the right to know I am
thinking of this. However I want to know what you think of it first.”
“Kalomel…Being
bonded mate to our Trine… First off I think Megatron is going to hit all of us
even harder then he hit myself and our foolish Mate today. Secondly I think
that we shall offer the option to Decepticon Junior Medic Kalomel Nichols upon
the Approval of our Mate Thundercracker. I for one wholly approve.”
“Screamer
you are just as off the wall as he is. I’ve missed your crazy go get it
attitude though!”
~*~
Starscream purred
through his vocalizer as Skywarp caressed his wings. The damage to his person
had of course not included his interface systems. Warp knew that after he went
three or four rounds with Megatron, Starscream always wanted to be with one or
both of his Mates to cleanse his cortex of the corrupt recollections left
behind by the acts. Warps familiar flavor on his glossa made him moan in a
staticy voice as systems began polarizing.
Warp’s Systems
were pinging him like mad. He would never verbally acknowledge it but a damaged
Starscream was the only time there was a volnerable Starscream, and that turned
him on like nothing else. His capable, confidant, power hungry, sometimes very
savage top of a Mate would only bottom for him after such damages occurred.
Usually he was on the very bottom of their Trine under Cracker and Screamer. Now
he was going to be the one who initiated. The audio ping of Starscream’s
Interface made him grin. Oh this was going to be a beauty of an overload!
Starscream sighed
as his mate opened his hatch. The feel of a skilled finger probing his port
while glossa uncradled his module and surrounded it in warmth made him moan
again. Vocalizations of his pleasure always excited Warp. He did not try to
hold back. There was a slight amount of concern in the back of his thought processors
that they would wake Kalomel, but then he decided he would invite the fleshy
female to join if they did!
Three more systems
fully polarized in the next few secconds. He had not overloaded more then once,
and that out of reflex, while with Megatron. His systems ached for the release
of a good unrestrained overload. It was always so much better with his Trine
Mates dragging his overloads out of him one after the other after the next then
it was with anyone else he had ever interfaced with.
Finally Warp
plugged his mate’s module into his access port and the seals slightly expanded
to lock him into place. Then he moaned with delight at the feeling of Screamer’s
well lubed port latching onto his module with a tight squeeze. The cascading
polarization made him call out softly.
“Screamer!”
“Together?”
“Would be …nice…”
“I think we can if I…”
~*~
The double
overload had knocked both bots offline. When they came back around and checked
their chronos they found that they had gotten knocked offline for a quarter
earth solar. Kalomel was stirring and about to awaken. They quickly unplugged
from each other’s ports. While he had been off line Starscream’s wounds had
completely closed. He was pleased to be free of pain at last.
“Nothing
like an overload to fix what ails a mech!”
“Warp!”
“Like
you didn’t need it and pit accursed badly too.”
“True
enough.”
“Starscream?
How are you feeling?”
“Better
now thank you for your concern Kalomel. It is time for you to take the shift
you were needed for by the Chief Medic.”
“I
will send Thundercracker back here swiftly enough. He should be back to what
sorta passes for normal for him in about six more hours.”
“An
overhaul is needed then?”
“Hook
agreed with it, and I think Thundercracker has been under way to much stress
lately. Because of that, the stress fried some semi- crucial systems and put
way to much strain on some others. He’ll be so perky you are going to want to
slap him silly when he comes out of it though. Just a warning there.”
“Perky?
I do not recall Thundercracker being perky any time in the last several of your
centuries. Perhaps he was in need of a complete systems overhaul much sooner
then now?”
“I’d
say so. I have to grab some food, eat it and get down there. OH I almost
forgot!”
Starscream
watched as the Junior Medic activated her comm and spoke to Soundwave.
“:Understood
Junior Medic Kalomel. I will select another time when my assistance will be
available for the task.:”
“Well
that’s that. If you guys wanna come cheer up your mate now would be the time. I
think the Chief Medic will leave right after I arrive there so you would be
able to have a Trine meeting in peace while I decide which systems to overhaul
first.”
“Acceptable.
We will go the normal route and arrive in a few moments. Encourage Hook to go
to his recharge as soon as possible if you would please Kalomel.”
“Certainly.
Um Skywarp what are you giving me the weird optic for?”
“Do
not mind my mate Kalomel. He is mulling over many things that might change in
the coming cycles.”
“My
apologies Kalomel. Thinking and I don’t go well together as I am sure you
noticed.”
“Ah
but that’s just a fake out for other people Sky. Aren’t we friends now? You can
leave off the fake dumb guy routine when you are around me. I promise I won’t
tell anyone.”
Kalomel
laughed as she left but she did not see the contemplative looks in the optics
of the two bots. They waited until she had proceeded down the corridor and
entered the access tunnels before they locked optics with one another and
shared a wicked smile.
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