Dreaded Wings

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“Vita.” Trailbreaker smiled and nodded. “I’ll remember. Uh… but. Thank you. Really.” He shuffled around on the berth. “Wait. Did I even? I’m Trailbreaker. Slag, I didn’t even tell you that. But- yeah. Thanks. You’ve been so kind.”

“Yeah. A bath sounds… soooo good right now. Uh… lead the way? Please?”

Teebs was counting up his credits and looking through his subspace in the mean time. He needed something to pay the two insecticons back with.

“Hey… do you two like plants?” Or maybe they just ate them? “Weird question, I know. I just- I kinda grow them. Well… a couple. Seems like the one thing I’m good at.”

"Vita like plants! Warriors get plants too! Trail-friend warrior?" Vita tilted her head, shifting she hopped up and clung to Trailbreaker's arm as he stood up. Riding more then anything, but after a scoot up to the shoulder she pointed at the room's door, and waved her arm to the right side, "Trial-friend go that way! After bath, see plants?"

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“Really? Maybe you should be…” He grumbled, feeling pretty slagged off with his own damned behaviour. He should have done better, frag it!

He couldn’t help but smile at the odd little pat to his helm, mumbling. “Thanks… you- you and uh- slag. What’s her name again? You two have been so kind.”

The mention of a bath had Trailbreaker’s interest. He perked right up, visor flickering with renewed life. “Really? Can I! Oh Primus that sounds good… I can scrape up a few credits and pay you back for this! But- but yeah, is that ok? A bath?” 

He didn’t want to ask for too much after the poor buggo had spent so much time looking after him already.

"Vita." The worker chirped, shifting in place she gave a thrilling like sound of a giggle before adding in Insecticon her full complicated name. "New friend call Vita, Vita! Yes bath, big friend can have. Get good energon in, not the bad."

The worker meeped and chirped, tilting her head at the mention of credits. Honestly she had pretty much zero use for them, as anything she or the other workers needed (or wanted) the crew and colony would find and offer.

"Bath good, black mech rise off first. Want up now? Or nap first?"

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Venting quietly, Ambulon lifted a hand to make sure that Vita was safe and wouldn’t tip off of him.  It was… odd to have someone care about his well being.  He was a former Decepticon on a ship full of mostly Autobots.  And as much as Rodimus was making good strides forward to make sure he was welcome and felt appreciated, there were still mechs who gave him the stink eye.

“I… suppose it would be good for me to have you looking after me.” Ambulon spoke softly, rubbing Vita’s back gently with one finger.

Rodimus smiled at this and lifted his chin up, taking a quick look of the room and trying to take stock of what was there.

The worker was barely ten feet tall, maybe if she did not hunch up but that was how her robot mode was. Vita though had practically no armor, what was there would feel light to the touch. The little femme trilled in pure delight, and then scooted to be able to lean into the touch some more, chattering in an out of Insecticon, mostly in it. The gist seemed to be that she was happy to help her new friend, even sneaking a nuzzle-cuddle. Workers were quiet a bit more affectionate compared to the big warriors most cybertronians would be more used to seeing.

Ice Queen chuckled as she glanced at Rodimus, motioning with a hand and a wing partly, “This should be one of the areas above his senor network. Dreaded Wings normally only lets the workers below the deck here.”

“Thank you for letting us come inside.” Rodimus murmured quietly, his optics glowing brightly as he looked around in awe.  He had seen things like this inside of Light of course, but it was different to see it so… young.  “Ah… what does Dreaded Wings eat?”

Ambulon let Vita stay close and gingerly touched his audial as he hailed the Lost Light, quietly requesting his assistance as he moved towards the walls and lifted a hand up so he could stroke along it gently.

The Predacon grinned, "Energon, we, or rather he can produce it with the solar converters he has. You might see them on the hull as we're landed," Ice Queen shifted and leaned against the wall by the door, but not in the door way, "we have to harvest in asteroid belts or dig into a planet for metals and minerals for Dreaded as well as ourselves. I'll likely send some scouts our here soon with a shopping list for the hatchlings. "

Vita was chirping softly, so not to distract, but the worker was deftly climbing over her new friend, finding spots that needed to be cleaned as well as the best cuddle spot. She ended up settling on Ambulon's left shoulder.

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Trailbreaker grumbled and paid her no mind. “What ya doin here…”  He drew the blankets up draping them over himself, over his helm, blocking out every bit of light. Ah. That was a little better.

He vaguely remembered the little buggo, grunting out a embarassed and awkward, “Th-thanks for yesterday…” He guessed it was yesterday. Usually he recharged that long after a big night.

He could feel the worker moving, tucking the blanket a little more neatly before giving the hidden helm a very light pat. “Black mech need help. Colony helps. Vita helps, watch out for black mech, makes sure he….you? you rest well.” She wiggled a little, happy to help someone it seemed.

Trailbreaker just grumbled again, feeling a surge of guilt building as he started to remember the events of last night. Right…. he’d made a mess of himself, embarrassed himself… pit.

“Hey… you- you’re not angry with me? I remember now… you- you cleaned me up.” He poked his helm out from under the blanket, looking up at the curious buggo, shoulder slumping and expression drooping. 

“Sorry…”

“I’m not usually that bad…” Yes he was. So long as he had credits enough to afford it. But he didn’t like to admit it.

“Vita not mad, colony not mad. Queen worried but queen not mad.“ the Insecticon worker assured, and there was a sense of something living around them, though unseen, like a giant energy field that was calm. Vita edged closer and chirped, daring to pat the much bigger mech on the helm again, looking worried for him. “New friend want to sit in...sit in...wash rack? Colony has oil bath!“

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Venting quietly, Ambulon lifted a hand to make sure that Vita was safe and wouldn’t tip off of him.  It was… odd to have someone care about his well being.  He was a former Decepticon on a ship full of mostly Autobots.  And as much as Rodimus was making good strides forward to make sure he was welcome and felt appreciated, there were still mechs who gave him the stink eye.

“I… suppose it would be good for me to have you looking after me.” Ambulon spoke softly, rubbing Vita’s back gently with one finger.

Rodimus smiled at this and lifted his chin up, taking a quick look of the room and trying to take stock of what was there.

The worker was barely ten feet tall, maybe if she did not hunch up but that was how her robot mode was. Vita though had practically no armor, what was there would feel light to the touch. The little femme trilled in pure delight, and then scooted to be able to lean into the touch some more, chattering in an out of Insecticon, mostly in it. The gist seemed to be that she was happy to help her new friend, even sneaking a nuzzle-cuddle. Workers were quiet a bit more affectionate compared to the big warriors most cybertronians would be more used to seeing.

Ice Queen chuckled as she glanced at Rodimus, motioning with a hand and a wing partly, “This should be one of the areas above his senor network. Dreaded Wings normally only lets the workers below the deck here.”

The living attack ship was quiet, and after a half klick there was several lights that blinked in the floor. Leading deeper into Dreaded Wings’ frame, flickering the small lights quietly. Though there was several chirps coming from the vents, that little worker following the group. 

“Well, he went quiet, give Dreaded a few and he’ll start answering again.“ Ice Queen assured, stopping at another vent before a turn. lifting a wing and letting the Worker hopping down onto it and onto her back, peering closer at the visitors.

Rodimus chuckled as Vita made her way to Ambulon and watched the gesault mech obediently turn his helm as she inspected him. He was a doctor, he knew the drill. It was a little embarrassing to get a check up, but at least he was more gracious about it than Ratchet.

“It’s not so bad.” Ambulon rumbled in a low tone. “Looks worse than it is.”

“Liar.” Rodimus muttered.

“Vita fit!” the worker chirped, chittering in a reasuring way. The two visitors were nice and Ice Queen was not acting worried or overly on guard, so Vita felt safe to ride and start grooming the media’s helm. She was very careful, mindful but he would be cleaned now!

Rodimus was finding this utterly hilarious but he was doing his stout best not to cackle as Ambulon put up with the cleaning.  “You know, Vita, it might be good if Ambulon gives you his comm number.  That way you can send him messages to make sure that he’s taking care of himself properly when you can’t see him.”

"Yes! Give comm to colony. Vita will see...call? Call. Comm call." The little worker said as she got rid if flaking paint, any dust or stains cleaned up as well. She chittered happily and held onto Ambulon's back, inspecting, "Vita stay with new friend?"

"Only if it's okay, and no running off ship, colony," Ice Queen said as she lead the way to the room Dreaded Wings had opened.

The worker meeps and half sits in a crouch, pleased to no end at the kiss! Vita might just sit there chirping for a bit.

The living attack ship was quiet, and after a half klick there was several lights that blinked in the floor. Leading deeper into Dreaded Wings’ frame, flickering the small lights quietly. Though there was several chirps coming from the vents, that little worker following the group. 

“Well, he went quiet, give Dreaded a few and he’ll start answering again.“ Ice Queen assured, stopping at another vent before a turn. lifting a wing and letting the Worker hopping down onto it and onto her back, peering closer at the visitors.

Rodimus chuckled as Vita made her way to Ambulon and watched the gesault mech obediently turn his helm as she inspected him. He was a doctor, he knew the drill. It was a little embarrassing to get a check up, but at least he was more gracious about it than Ratchet.

“It’s not so bad.” Ambulon rumbled in a low tone. “Looks worse than it is.”

“Liar.” Rodimus muttered.

"Vita fit!" the worker chirped, chittering in a reasuring way. The two visitors were nice and Ice Queen was not acting worried or overly on guard, so Vita felt safe to ride and start grooming the media's helm. She was very careful, mindful but he would be cleaned now!

The living attack ship was quiet, and after a half klick there was several lights that blinked in the floor. Leading deeper into Dreaded Wings’ frame, flickering the small lights quietly. Though there was several chirps coming from the vents, that little worker following the group. 

“Well, he went quiet, give Dreaded a few and he’ll start answering again.“ Ice Queen assured, stopping at another vent before a turn. lifting a wing and letting the Worker hopping down onto it and onto her back, peering closer at the visitors.

Rodimus listened to Vita with a smile and reached out as she jumped, worried that she might miss him. Careful of her smaller frame, he lifted her up to his shoulders so she was more on par with everyone else’s helms. “Workers are indeed important. I’m glad your crew understands that. …if Cybertron had realized that eons ago maybe the war could have been prevented….”

“Never did like Cybertron much. But that might just be some bias.” Ice Queen said, shaking her head.

“Pretty!” Vita chirped after an inspection of the helm beside her, and of Rodimus’ paint job that she could see. Incecticon works were rather hands on, and even missing one of her lower arms, Vita was no exception to this. Comping to the other shoulder and reflexively it seemed, she was checking on his neck cables and shoulder joints. “New friend clean! Good, Vita no…no…does not clean…?” she stumbled over her grammar but was trying.

Rodimus chuckled warmly, resting a hand on Vita’s back and lightly rubbing there, cautious of applying pressure since he didn’t want to knock her down. “No, thank you Vita, I’m good. But maybe Ambulon could use your help?”

He gestured towards the former Decepticon with the flakey paint and Ambulon blinked as he was put on the spot. He was clean enough for any procedures that needed to be done, as a medic he was rather insistent on keeping clean. But he always had stress flakes where he picked at his armor. “I… Uh, I guess so?”

"Well," Ice Queen chuckled and grinned, glancing over as the worker squeaked. "Don't expect to be let go for now."

The small worker leaned into the rubbing servo for a moment. Then Vita made the hop over to the medic, giving worried sounds as she started that same inspection. Well able to hang into a moving mecha she doing so.

The living attack ship was quiet, and after a half klick there was several lights that blinked in the floor. Leading deeper into Dreaded Wings’ frame, flickering the small lights quietly. Though there was several chirps coming from the vents, that little worker following the group. 

“Well, he went quiet, give Dreaded a few and he’ll start answering again.“ Ice Queen assured, stopping at another vent before a turn. lifting a wing and letting the Worker hopping down onto it and onto her back, peering closer at the visitors.

Rodimus listened to Vita with a smile and reached out as she jumped, worried that she might miss him. Careful of her smaller frame, he lifted her up to his shoulders so she was more on par with everyone else’s helms. “Workers are indeed important. I’m glad your crew understands that. …if Cybertron had realized that eons ago maybe the war could have been prevented….”

"Never did like Cybertron much. But that might just be some bias." Ice Queen said, shaking her head.

"Pretty!" Vita chirped after an inspection of the helm beside her, and of Rodimus' paint job that she could see. Incecticon works were rather hands on, and even missing one of her lower arms, Vita was no exception to this. Comping to the other shoulder and reflexively it seemed, she was checking on his neck cables and shoulder joints. "New friend clean! Good, Vita no...no...does not clean...?" she stumbled over her grammar but was trying.

The living attack ship was quiet, and after a half klick there was several lights that blinked in the floor. Leading deeper into Dreaded Wings’ frame, flickering the small lights quietly. Though there was several chirps coming from the vents, that little worker following the group. 

“Well, he went quiet, give Dreaded a few and he’ll start answering again.“ Ice Queen assured, stopping at another vent before a turn. lifting a wing and letting the Worker hopping down onto it and onto her back, peering closer at the visitors.

“I can wait.” The former Prime smiled softly and looked at the worker that was hopping to the ground. He stood still as he was inspected and peeked at Ambulon who was looking at the worker in equal fascination.

“This should be a good opportunity for both our crews to learn.” Ambulon nodded.

The worker stayed mostly perched on the bigger femme, balancing on the large tail to peer up at the strangers. She chittered and swayed, unsure at first before chirping a sweeter note. “Hi? New friends?” The worker half asked, careful of her words in standard.

Ice Queen nodded, glancing back and arching her tail slowly so the worker could get a better look, and the mechs. though there was a protective air to her field. “Yes. This is Vita, she helps us with the hatchlings and making sure the bigger mechs take care of themselves.”

Rodimus was immediately endeared to the little worker, needing to clasp his hands together so he wouldn’t give in to the urge to reach out and scoops Vita up and cuddle her. “Honestly, some of the mech’s I know are basically just big sparklings. Your job must keep you really busy if you have to make sure so many are taking care of themselves properly.”

“Like you’re one to talk.” Ambulon snorted.

There was a soft trill like giggle from the insecticon worker, "Vita good! Warriors good too, listen to queen, listen to workers!" she bounced a little in place, timing the movements with the predacon walking. The jump would land her on the flame mechs leg of she missed, able to scoot away if needed. Happy to visit the newcomers and just as interested in them.

Ice Queen, not at all bother at being a climbing gym for her smaller crew, shifted her tail closer. "I don't think we could have lasted as long as we have, together, without the workers."

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Trailbreaker grumbled and paid her no mind. “What ya doin here…”  He drew the blankets up draping them over himself, over his helm, blocking out every bit of light. Ah. That was a little better.

He vaguely remembered the little buggo, grunting out a embarassed and awkward, “Th-thanks for yesterday…” He guessed it was yesterday. Usually he recharged that long after a big night.

He could feel the worker moving, tucking the blanket a little more neatly before giving the hidden helm a very light pat. “Black mech need help. Colony helps. Vita helps, watch out for black mech, makes sure he….you? you rest well.” She wiggled a little, happy to help someone it seemed.

Trailbreaker just grumbled again, feeling a surge of guilt building as he started to remember the events of last night. Right…. he’d made a mess of himself, embarrassed himself… pit.

“Hey… you- you’re not angry with me? I remember now… you- you cleaned me up.” He poked his helm out from under the blanket, looking up at the curious buggo, shoulder slumping and expression drooping. 

“Sorry…”

“I’m not usually that bad…” Yes he was. So long as he had credits enough to afford it. But he didn’t like to admit it.

The small insecticon worker tilted her head one way, then over to the other, as if that helped her focus on Trailbreaker. She murmured softly as she listened to him, and then mulled over what to say.

Vita came a little closer, reaching out to pat Trailbreaker on his helm, giving a reassuring sound. “New friend needed...needs? New friend needs help. Vita gives. Want bath? Colony-ship still landed, can rest too?” 

A pause and then Vita chirpped, perking up, “New friend want cuddle? Vita gives good cuddle! Make black mech feel better!” She felt better after someone cuddled with her, surly he would too!

Right?

It was not until the mech was cleaned up, dried off and seemingly passed out before Ice Queen really trusted the mech to be on the nicer berths. The crew did not have much in the way of credits, but they were rich in comforts. Mostly due to no shame in trading with organic worlds [never any weapons but raw ores and crystals].

the result was mecha sized pillows, thick, soft cushions lining berths and in some areas cloths alike to blankets or scarfs. A lined berth would be what Trailbreaker would wake up on, the room mostly dark and there was a sense of the living ship’s relaxed field, though think enough to ease a little bit off the hang over. There was also that small insecticon worker curled up dosing on the black mech’s chest. 

Trailbreaker onlined after a long recharge, helm throbbing, bitter taste on his glossa. His optics blinked open and he instantly regretted it, offlining them again, grumbling and moaning aloud.

“Slaggin… where…?” He’d caught a glimpse of an unfamiliar cieling before he’d offlined his optics again. And… there was something weighing on his chest. He gave it a poke.

There was a startled squeak, and the weight shifted before small hands patted at the poking digit. "Black mech no. No poking Vita." the worker protested, and the little femme gave a yawn like mostion as she stretched and rolled over to peer up at the face above. No bigger the the smaller of minibits, Vita was quiet lean and had nearly no armor. A civilian equivalent for insecticons you could say.

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Oh… she was warm. Mmm… warm was nice. Trailbreaker started to forget about anything but how nice and warm the femme was, hearing words filter into his processor but not really paying them any mind. Were they going to another bar?

He squinted at the little bug, watching them chitter and wiggle about, more or less going along with anything now. Still, he’d better warn the nice femme.

“M’gonna lose my energon any time now…” He hoped they were going somewhere with a washrack. 

“Primus, hold it for a klik.“ The predacon said, chirping at the worker to climb back onto her, while Ice Queen moved the mech down. Settling to him to sit on his knees more then anything and staying behind him. “I think that last drink in that field maaay have be the last straw for ya.” 

Ice Queen shook her head, half holding onto his kibble to keep the back mech mostly upright as the worker gave small worried sounds. There seemed to be a ramp and entrance to somewhere. Ice Queen glanced up as she felt the living ship turning his attention down to them, and then looking back at the stranger, wondering if he was aware enough to sense the metrotitain’s inquisitive energy field.

“Muuurrh…” It was coming. The inevitable mess. The autobot swayed left and right slightly, blinking up at… a ship? Whatever. So long as it had a washrack and a cool berth.

Weird. There was a field poking at his.

“Gah! Who…? Mrrh…” He really was too far gone, the autobot more or less slumped against the predacon, visor dim and optics half open.

"Primus." Ice Queen rolled her optics, using her internal comms to send for a clean up crew and why. At the same time heaving the mech up, half tempted to drag him. "Relax, you're just feeling Dreaded. You're new and strange to him. By the time you sober up and recharge you'll be used to his field."

Getting the inside was not too hard, not to a lift and the nearest deck with a washrack. The predacon shrugged onced inside and moved to plop the Autobot into the shallo end of a poll, letting the insecticon worker clean Trailbreaker up as she kept him from falling completely going under.

"Better?" Ice Queen asked, peering down, "Gonna purge or pass out?"

“Indeed, but it defies intergalactic laws mingling with these people. Humans are not yet ready to join our community,” Predaking muses, watching them interact with crossed arms but there was no real conviction in his words. 

“Gifts or not, there are a great many who would think it clever to capture us. Merely something to contemplate. The laws are in place for a reason.”

The stranger got a gang filled smile, "Most know better then to try." Ice Queen shifted slowly, glancing to one side where one of her smaller insecticon workers was making her way over with both sets of arms full. "And that I don't have to follow cybertronian laws. Not really, though I don't tend to sell dangerous things. I see you Vita go ahead and put it with you're pile."

The worker gave a trill like giggle, moving around behind the blue predacon's bulk. She popped back up, shameless in climbing on the other, gently shooing humans to get off, "Scootscoot little friends! Queen must get up! Off Queen, listen to Vita, she stand."

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“Oh.” What else could he say. He was drunk off his aft, confused, exhausted. He just let himself be supported, not that Trailbreaker had much choice. The world spun whenever he moved a little too quickly.

He still had the sense to be afraid, letting out a startled. “Y-yes mam!” No. No he was not planning on purging his tanks on a huge, fearsome predacon. No thank you. 

“Gah!” That insecticon gave him a little scare, Trailbreaker leaning back but luckily not falling. His optics crossed behind his visor at the  boop. “Qu-queen?” What? Just what was happening here?

“I… m’gonna jus… head on home then… kay Queeny?” No killing him or kidnapping him please. He had about 10 minutes before the contents of his tank would evacuate and he’d prefer to be at home, sobbing and regretting his choices for that.

"Do you even know where 'home' is mech?" said predacon asked, resorting to lifting him enough to walk.

"Home colony." the worker chirped, for know half riding on Trailbreaker's head and neck. She was very light at least, but also ready to jump ship where it would be safe.

Ice Queen gave a softer snort, "I meant him not you. Plus I don't think he has a colony Vita." she rolled her optics at the dramatic gasp that followed.

Welp, she was doomed, her worker liked the mech.