Legends

Chapter 5

He had woken last. Shrapnel listened to Kickback arguing with a yellow racer. Stunticon? He assumed he was a Stunticon. He had figured out a pattern with the groups of mechs. The Stunticons were racers with their leader a truck. The Combaticons were warframes. The Constructicons were easy to tell apart from the others. Sticking with a green and purple paint job and were construction vehicles.

"Energon?" He turned, staring up at the crane. A steaming cup of energon was held out to him. "Thank you, you." He took the cup watching the crane sit in the chair next to him. "How do you feel?"

"I am well, well. How are you, uh?"

The crane chuckled.

"Apologies I haven't introduced myself. I am Hook, second in command of the Constructicons and medical officer."

"Shrapnel, I lead our little group, group."

He turned when there was a commotion. Kickback was wrestling the mech now. He heard Hook laughing behind him and turned back. "It appears your friend and Drag Strip don't get along."

"It seems not, not."

~~1 week before the meeting~~

"Dad please."

"Me Grimlock say you technobots no go!"

Strafe groaned from where he was squished between Cutthroat and Rippersnapper.

Lightspeed made an attempt.

"Dad, Onslaught never moves up the time unless it's urgent."

"Then we Dinobots go with you!"

He pushed himself out of his lover's grasp. "Dad you know you can't come, none of you can."

"WHY NOT!!!"

He and the others flinched at Grimlock's roar.

"It's for scientists only, none of you are scientists. No Wheeljack you can't go because you are retired and an inventor not a scientist." His grand-creator explained calmly.

He could see his uncles chuckling in the background. Afts.

He could see his brothers staring at the others with pleading optics.

Thankfully Wheeljack (as Grimlocks favorite creator) soothed things over.

"Grimy, they're going to a meeting with other scientists. Do you really want to listen to them talk about chemical formulas and acids?" He chuckled when his father tensed, huffed and stormed away while muttering they may go.

And turned back to the angry glare of his conjunxs. He sighed and glared right back.

They stood, approaching him gripping an arm each and dragged him off to their hab.

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Lockdown glared at the arms dealer. He had been furious when Swindle had sent him a message earlier in the day saying they had to cancel their plans for next week. Upon reading it he had hunted the mech down. Now pinned against the wall of Lockdown's ship with a hook around his neck, he glared.

"That glare would be more effective without the optic coverings."

"Let go Lockdown, I didn't wanna cancel either but orders are orders you know."

Lockdown didn't look any less angry, then his expression changed. "Then I'll just have to make the most of tonight and tomorrow." Swindle gulped.