Silverblade had private quarters of his own at the very edge of the Autobot City, were peace and tranquility could be archieved easily. However, lately he has been staying on his carrier’s home, with the sole purpose of watching that the self sacrificing fool didn’t offlined from overwork. His ID was already registered on the block, so it was like entering to his own home.
The place wasn’t a mess because he maintained it clean, but there were still some papers over here and there, reports mid finished and two or three empty energon cubes near the dispenser. He just sighted and started cleaning whatever bits he found out of place. This isn’t how the one who fought against Decepticons to retrieve the Allspark should be treated. Even his carrier’s friends had better lives than this. Bumblebee was now a major on the Academy and was striving further up (He laughed internally at how he could surpass somebot millions of years older than him), Bulkhead was still working as a spacebridge technician, but he was closer to Cybertron and checking on most important ones, with a real maintenance team. Ratchet was teaching and working on the Medical Wing of the Academy (He was feeling sorry for his students) and Prowl was far away doing he didn’t knew what, but the occasional calls showed that he was fine.
Everything was fault of that overgrown sparkling named Sentinel Magnus. Rodimus, Longarm, Jazz, he had several Primes under his command, including himself, but almost everything was landed to Optimus leaving the others with too much idle time. It was infuriating…
Finally, after breems of cleaning and waiting, Optimus arrived home at the late night cycle. His optics were dimmed in exhaustion, pauldrons down and heavy. Silverblade stood quickly and helped him to sit in one of the couches before he stamped himself against a wall, it had happened before
“… Better?” He asked in a whisper
Optimus sighted, servos grasping at his nasal bridge, optics closed. The silver one went towards the dispenser and served them two half filled energon cubes. He added bits of powder to sweeten and bitter up the fuel. He landed the pink one to Optimus, while he sipped from the grey one. His carrier took a long gulp, and the tension eased a little from his field and frame. Silverblade also relaxed again, the height on their bond was dimming little by little.
“Now that’s better…”
“Care to tell me what took you so long?” He sipped from his own cube, but he was paying attention to his carrier, his field, his frame, the bond…
“Last hour reports and orders to go check our borderlines tomorrow…” He quickly drank his cube. He has been starving. And the tiredness didn’t completely leaved his frame “But I still have things to complete-”
“Go and recharge, I’ll fill up the things for you”
“Silver, you don’t need to-” His carrier put his hand over one spiky shoulder, maybe trying to be reassuring. But the grip was too loosen.
“Optimus” He didn’t yell, but every time he used that tone with his name, his carrier stilled “You’ll have a long, tiring cycle tomorrow. It will be better if you rest well and long… At least for tonight” He patted his carrier’s hand with his own and then gripped it lightly.
Optimus sighted, and then patted the head of his creation before going to his berth. Slagger, he knew Silverblade didn’t liked that. But he’ll leave him get away with this… For now. The smaller bot stayed there calmly drinking his energon until he finished and got to his carrier’s business. Everything was half finished already, he just completed it, fixed some mistakes, the usual. Some of the new documents were IDs to enter the furthest sectors of the Autobot’s Commonwealth, were the tension and fear for a Decepticon attack were high.
He circled his optics, Sentinel and his paranoia. Being cautious was good, excellent even, but sending one bot to check all the outposts was…
Silverblade checked that his carrier was indeed recharging before continuing with his little idea. It was illegal? Yes. Will he go to jail? If he played well, no. Optimus will get extremely mad at him? When he found out, yes. But it was a small price to pay for his carrier to recover some breems of recharge…
In the hallway towards the Magnus Office he met with various other bots. Some that knew him bowed their heads to him, recognizing his rank and acting with all respect. Others (New recruits, mostly) were startled by his frame and presence.
He WAS a civilian frame. There was still time for his final upgrade, so he was still smaller than the others. But the pointy ends on his silver shoulders and audial fins, red knee joints and claws, instead of servos, gave everyone some warframe’s vibe. He knew the reasons behind it and he had accepted it long ago. And it wasn’t going to let that interfere with his obligations.
He finally arrived at his destination, courtly knocked at the door and waited for the bot inside to tell him to come in. He greeted the actual Magnus and the one accompanying him.
“Sentinel Magnus, Sir” He bowed at the Autobot Commander “Optimus Prime” And then turned his head towards the fellow Prime
“Silverblade…”
“Silverblade Prime! What took you so long?!” The Magnus didn’t let Optimus greet him properly
“I apologize for the inconvenient wait, there was a feed of new reports when I arrived to retrieve the data. And I’ve had to wait some time for the Minors to finish adding the new info into the documents so you didn’t have to wait for them”
His way with words have proven useful once more into easing the anxiety levels of the current Magnus. He gave the data-pad with the latest reports of the activities in the most distant cybertronian colonies to Sentinel and stayed there for any further orders.
He casted a glance towards Optimus and bowed his head a little. Later, at home, they will talk and be familiar. But right now, they were on job cycle, so it’ll have to wait…
“Five Raids!?” The sudden yell from the Magnus startled his carrier. He himself was surprised, but knew better how to hide his emotions. Just a little twitch on his sharp audial fins gave him away “Only this decacycle, we’ve had FIVE FRAGGING DECEPTICON’S RAIDS on our borders?! Optimus, what are our troops doing?!”
“We don’t have enough experienced bots to cover all the front lines. We are doing the best we can” Optimus was in charge of the guard’s management over the colonies. Silverblade knew how much he was trying to protect everyone
“… Very well…” That final tone on Sentinel wasn’t a good sign “From now on, the Elite Guard’s Academy will only do military careers for everybot interested” There it went
“SENTINEL YOU CAN’T DO THAT!!!” Morally, he couldn’t. Technically, he could
“Aren’t you complaining about the shortage of soldiers? Then I’ll give you soldiers”
“But…!”
“Just do your job and keep protecting the front lines! At least until we got the upper hand on battle… Oh! And Silverblade…”
“Yes, Sentinel Magnus, Sir?”
“… You are dismissed”
That was his cue to leave. It seemed that his carrier was going to have a hard cycle today again. He sighted after closing the door of the Magnus Office. He’ll prepare some energon sweets for when Optimus returned home
A SNJ-3C Texan nosed over just before reaching the edge of the flight deck aboard the training aircraft carrier USS Wolverine on Lake Michigan, United States, 1943.
USS Sable underway in Lake Michigan, United States, 1945. It appears that an FM-2 had crashed on the flight deck. This aircraft carrier was specifically longer as it was used for training carrier borne pilots.
On November 25th 1944 at 1256 hours, Lt. Yoshinori Yamaguchi attacked USS Essex with a special attack aircraft D4Y3 Model 33 aircraft. 15 were killed with another 44 wounded, Essex was quickly repaired and soon took on Typhoon Cobra.
Starboard side view of the carrier Yorktown (Essex-class) with an F6F-3 Hellcat fighter of VF-1 on the fight deck above the aft warship hangar deck catapult, June 1943.
This Engraving represents France in the form of an Ostrich, which has had the misfortune in its first egg-laying of producing only monsters such as Marrat [sic], Carrier, Roberspierre [sic], J. Le Bon &c. &c. &c… that the return of Justice of the ninth Thermidor made disappear in a way ; everything makes us hope that it will continue to deliver us from this kind of plague. The Ostrich, more fortunate in its second egg-laying, only presents friends of peace, of universal happiness and of the tranquillity of nations. An Englishman, whose stoutness is a sign of well-nourished existence, occupied with eating, is struck by this favourable change and shows his surprise about this.
JUSTICEsaysMonsters, you are annihilated forever!
THE OSTRICH – May I rectify my faults today.
THE FRENCHMAN – Europe! these are our only wishes.
