Beauty and The Bot

The beginning, an asshole, and a friend

Long ago in a land far away, there lived a King. He lived in a castle surrounded by his loyal servants, ruling over a flourishing Kingdom. However, the King was not known for his generosity, nor his kindness, rather, he was ruthless. To his subjects, he was a hero, to everyone else, a conqueror. On the eve of a great battle which threatened to consume a smaller kingdom, a wise mech proposed that the Kings invasion be called off by tricking him. The smaller kingdom, out of options, agreed to the mechs plan. He disguised himself and traveled to the Kings castle through the bitter winter cold, knocking upon his door. When he answered, the mech asked to have shelter, to which he asked what he could have in exchange. When he produced a single crystal rose the king laughed cruelly, crushing its petals in his servo and casting them both out of his castle, and his Kingdom. That was when he revealed himself - the mech was no ordinary Cybertronian, but a powerful god, who cursed the King to become a monster, his servants and subjects too, dooming them all to a miserable existence. However, the god was not cruel himself, nor did he believe the king beyond redemption, and gave the King a blue crystal rose, for if he would receive a kiss of true love before the last petal of the crystal shattered, then he, along with his servants and subjects, would be freed of the spell-

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I dont like this story! Sunstreaker suddenly cries out, making Orion perk up out of the datapad he has been reading to the mechlings. Sideswipe tries to swat at him to get him to shut up, only for Sunstreaker to whine loudly, youd said there would be sword fights! And knights! Theres no knights in this story, its boring!

Quit it Sunny! Youre so mean! I was enjoying the story then you went and ruined it! Sideswipe bemoans.

Orion just shakes his helm, trying not to smile at their antics. When he first agreed to run sparkling Storytime at the Archives, Alpha Trion had warned him that hed have a tough crowd. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe arent exactly hard to please, they just cant agree on anything, though he is patient with both of them. Sharing is a new concept to them, but if he and Dion had learned to share as mechlings, then so could they. They just need to know that sharing also means having patience too, and that they can be independent of one another.

Well then, Sunstreaker, why dont you go and pick out the next datapad Ill read, while I finish reading this one for Sideswipe? He offers You remember how to navigate the system to find the datapad you want, right?

Sunstreaker gets to his peds, sticking his glossa out at his brother Course I do! the mechling chirps Fiction goes in alphabetical order by the creators name, nonfiction is the numbers, numbers and subject is on the end of the shelf. The mechling goes off to start looking for his datapad.

The moment his twins back is turned, Sideswipe whispers to Orion Sunny will be a while, he still doesnt know I and E come after the letter C.

Just as Orion makes a mental note to perhaps talk to Sunstreaker about that later, out of the corner of his optics he sees his mentor and employer, Alpha Trion, struggling with a large stack of datapads. The stack is taller than the top of his frame and sways a little backwards towards the mech. Orion is right to get up in concern for no sooner had he done so, the stack topples back onto the older mech, and he cries out in alarm, falling to the floor in a heap.

Sir! Orion rushes over as Trion rubs his helm Are you alright? he asks, going down onto one knee to see if he is hurt.

Oh, I am fine, Orion, I forget I am not as strong as I used to be, Alpha Trion sighs, and gets to his knees to gather the datapads, Orion following suit I had hoped by stacking more I would be able to load the datapads into the wagon faster to set off a little early, beat the storm to Outer Tetrahex, it is very generous of them to be taking these in exchange for new materials.