Transformers Short Story

Day With Sire

GoldLine glanced up as her Carrier rushed into their living room, his optics narrowed and his field washed in annoyance. GoldLine got up from her spot on the couch and stepped towards him hesitantly but the orange and white medic shook his head stiffly, "I can't take you to the clinic today GoldLine, I just got called in on a long surgery and neither First Aid or Beat won't be able to watch you." GoldLine thought over his words with a pout, "But Beat said he was going to let me greet today." Ratchet softened at her defeated look with a ex-vent, "I'll bring you in tomorrow, I'll let Beat teach you everything he knows about greeting." GoldLine pursed her derma but ultimately agreed, "Alright, but he better not flake on me again." Ratchet chuckled, patting her helm before opening their hab door, his optics shifting to Optimus's study before he left completely. GoldLine slumped back into the couch with a vent, looking towards her Sire's study, "Sire?" The metal door beeped open and her Sire stepped through, his plating shifting slightly as he stretched, "Yes, GoldLine?" The femme glanced at the door before smiling up at the mech, "Can we go to the Halls today?" Optimus considered the femme in front of him, his optics twinkling in the dim light, "We can...I have important matters to discuss with some of our Council members...you will have to attend." GoldLine tilted her helm in confusion, "Me?" Her Sire vented softly, his audio fins twitching, "Yes...these meetings won't exactly be...interesting, but I will introduce you to Alpha Trion." GoldLine hummed, raising to her full height and fidgeting from pede to pede as she glanced at the door, "Are we going now?" Optimus smiled slightly, "Yes, we can." The femme raced to the door and tapped it open, waiting for her Sire before leaving the door behind and setting her pedes down on Iacon's streets. She gazed up at the Halls with excitement before grabbing her Sire's servo, holding onto the warm metal as she pulled him along. Optimus voiced no complaints as he let the smaller femme practically drag him up the stairs and to the main door. Optimus opened the door for the femme, stopping her before she could run into the library, "GoldLine." He leaned down on one of his knee joints to be level with the younger bot, "This is different from other times we have visited Iacon...I want you to stay by my side throughout my meetings." GoldLine tilted her helm and blinked, "Why?" Optimus vented, raising back up to his full height and taking her servo, leading her into the library, "These meetings can get....heated." GoldLine watched the mech change in front of her optics; he straightened his shoulder plating and the ever present smile slipped off his face plates to show a glimpse of the impressively cold and calculating mech underneath. GoldLine recycled her optics before trying to copy him, raising to her full height proudly as she walked next to her Sire. They walked through the library without being interrupted, turning down the private meeting room hall to the first open door where two heavily armed guards we're waiting for them. One of the guards, his black visor blocking GoldLine from seeing his optics, stopped them with a respectful nod, "Council occupancy almost full, there still waiting on Alpha Trion and yourself to begin." Optimus nodded politely, "Thank you, is everyone seated?" The guard glanced to his companion who shook his head, "No, I'm assuming they are...mingling." The Prime's audio fins flickered and the two guards snapped to attention to announce him as he walked through the door, GoldLine shyly trailing at his side, "Optimus Prime, 13th Prime." The room immediately went silent, bots curiously staring at the femme at the great Prime's side before their conversation sprung back to life. GoldLine looked up at her Sire but the mech was looking elsewhere, leading them towards a higher set table of two. The mech pulled out the large chair for her with a secret smile, placing a spare next to her and sitting, motioning for the room to do the same. Bots slowly made their way to their chairs, whispering among themselves still as the room continued to fill up. "Alpha Trion, high chair." The room went silent again, watching the great mech as he waltzed into the room, his presence and powerful E-M field made GoldLine shy away from his frame but Optimus only smiled, standing to greet the mech as he reached the raised table. Alpha Trion smiled briefly at Optimus before his optics meet her form and he recycled his optics, his voice pleasant, "If it isn't the little femme herself...it is an honor to meet you little one." GoldLine glanced to her Sire and Alpha Trion chuckled at her hesitance, "What is your name?" GoldLine blinked, "GoldLine...sir." Alpha Trion raised his optics ridges with a huff, "No need for the formalities GoldLine, just my name will do." The femme nodded her helm bashfully, "Okay." The great mech smiled at Optimus with a twinkle in his optics, sitting gracefully with the Prime at the table. The room immediately quieted when the two mechs sat, all their optics watching the two with rapture. Alpha Trion raised his servo, "The table will now be closed. I remind our Council of our duties to Cybertron and fellowship planets....we are here to make a difference. I remind our Council of the lives we serve and I ask you to speak only on the behalf of your representatives and no other." The Council Members shifted, glancing among themselves before nodding to the mech. A pale blue mech stood and Alpha Trion motioned to him, "Alpha Trion, Optimus Prime...Primeling...I wish to address our rising issues in the Rust Sea. Seekers from Kaon were to deliver shipments throughout this past cycle but were deterred by the smog, I open the floor for suggestions." The mech sat down, a purple, seeker femme at his side, raising to address his issue, "Seekers from Kaon are not equipped to deal with high amounts of rust in their higher functions. The perspiration from the Sea has caused multi-system damage of not only my seekers but the shipments they carry, I suggest a transport route be created on ground." The femme sat down as another older, green mech, from the opposite side of the table stood, his voice box rough, "I agree. I offer the efforts of Construction Unit 13-4 to head this project. Under guidance, project newly named: Construct route, will be finished in roughly seven days." The same seeker femme rose to her pedes, dipping her head in acknowledgement, "I accept under terms. Seekers will still be cleared for low flight paths in the area of the transport route, additional rest stops will be provided attached to the main route and emergency rust kits will be provided on each transport unit." The original blue mech hummed as he rose to his pedes, watching the rest of the room but no one moved to interrupt, "I agree with both suggestions and terms, a contract will be pinned until approval on operation...mechs?" Alpha Trion rubbed at his face plates, dismissing the mech to return to his seat, "I approve." The mech released the tension out of his shoulder plating and the purple femme next to him winked in his direction. GoldLine watched the interaction curiously, listening closely as each Council Member voiced their problems and was almost immediately resolved by another bot. The final bot sat down, his optics gleaming happily at the outcome of his issue. The room turned to collectively look up at the mechs and Alpha Trion turned to face the Prime. Optimus regarded the room before his baritone voice spoke, "I move to close the floor, any objections?" The room remained quiet, "I close the floor and push for an additional meeting in the next two weeks to discuss the progress of all issues and their project upkeep...dismissed." The bots collectively rose from their chairs, some talking over the meetings events while others slowly moved into the main hall, leaving the meeting room behind. Alpha Trion turned to the femme, his optics brightening, "Welcome to your first meeting GoldLine." The femme wrinkled her olfactory system, "Are meetings usually this long?" The great mech paused before chuckling, "This was a shorter one, I believe everyone was on their best behavior in your presence." GoldLine glanced at the smaller group of mechs and femmes in the room, "Me?" Alpha Trion hummed, rising to his full height to stand with Optimus, "Yes, you, Primeling." GoldLine's audio fins flickered at the title, "Why do bots keep calling me that?" Alpha Trion turned to face Optimus with a calculated look, "It is your title in official settings...a sign of respect for your Sire and what..you one day may become." GoldLine opened her intake to ask another question but her Sire cut her off, his frame tight, "That is enough Alpha Trion." The mech blinked, looking between the two with a pitying feeling coloring his E-M field, "Don't listen to me little one, I'm afraid my intake has loosened over the cycles." The femme chuckled at his light-hearted remark before pulling herself from her chair and to her Sire's side, "Are we going home now?" Optimus looked over her frame with a vent, "Yes, I will ask to forward my work online." Alpha Trion nodded, his optics glancing around the room as he motioned them to the door. The three walked into the hall and into the main library. GoldLine felt stares as the odd trio made it to the top of the steps of Iacon. The streets were fairly packed but there seemed to be a significant distance around their group as they made their way down the street. The older mech seemed lost in thought, waving them off, "I will see you tomorrow Optimus?" The Prime nodded with a smile, "I will be there." The two watched the mech disappear into the crowd, making their own way back to their Hab. Optimus typed in the code and lead her through the opened slab, his optics dimming in the darkened living room. GoldLine slumped tiredly onto the couch, her voice softened, "Do you like your job, Sire?" Optimus joined her on the couch, venting deeply, "I enjoy the line of work....it is like Ratchet's job, he has good and bad days." GoldLine snuggled into his side plating, "Does Carrier like his work?" Optimus hummed, pulling her closer to his frame, "He does, maybe a little too much." GoldLine giggled, burying her face plates into his metal siding, "I like the clinic." Optimus huffed, "Is that so?" GoldLine nodded, "Yes, usually I get to play with the younger bots that come in and Beat talks to me all the time." Optimus shifted, his plating flattening further to his frame, "Have you ever thought about being a medic little one?" GoldLine shrugged, "I'm not sure, I don't know if I want to treat bots."