The Secret History of Cybertron

Part 2 Ch 10

Cliffjumper stands just to the side as Starscream. As Starscream is monitoring the groups of medics doing an extreme version of capture the flag. And Goldfire participating as what the medics could trade for extra recourses of course. The teams went from laughing too all out competitive. Not surprising they get any day of their choice off.

"So" Cliffjumper smirks "you have a crush on Goldfire."

Starscream optics shift to Cliffjumper and with a quick look around to be sure no bot is here.

"What a ridiculous thing to say."

Cliffjumper smirks "well every bot that Goldfire has come across does not think so."

Starscream bare his dentures "They don't know anything."

Cliffjumper sighs "Yes and I know Goldfire better than any of the Autobots."

Starscream continue to type away as he focusses with the security work that Goldfire has conveniently put him in charge.

"Many of the Autobots thought that was Goldfire handler. But it was the other way around."

Starscream pause. Cliffjumper was known to being hot-headed and he would be seen on battle fields with any of the dino bots that where not part of the Decepticon cause.

"When you mean handler?"

Cliffjumper lean onto the desk. "I could understand Goldfire better than most. I remember the reason for it. The twins had pulled a prank and it was mean and punishments did not seem to affect them. Then one morning Goldfire had manage to pull some excuse that he lost something and manage to get a group of us up on this balcony that over look some corridor. Anyway, a scream of surprise happened and down the corridor the twins were setting off their own prank. I was laughing hard when we see the pink and blue paint and happen to turn my head to comment on it. And there unmoving face. The same face Prowl or any of the other of stagiest watching their own plan happening in front of them. And Prowl notices it too. However, our morality was already link tightly to our belief in their kindness that is Bumblebee. My job was to make sure no other bot figure it out"

Startscream did not say anything but a sour smile was on his face. "Its strange that we Decepticons sort of knew and you Autobots where fooled."

Cliffjumper snorts "you don't have to tell me."

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It was late that night and Queenie was going over the Autobots that have come into her care. As she reads over their build As a pile of the badges are put in a recycle box. They where naive about the world around them with the constant questions that they keep on asking. And with patience she answers them as she works her way in making sure they were not misfunctioning. Queenie new that she had to give them a proposes. And what better propose than being an engineer. Getting them to build and a skill that Goldfire encourage saying that it gives a great foundation, in fact that memory would give her a smile.

"Queenie."

Her name startles her from where she nearly drops to floor from surprise. "Stop sneaking up on me!" As she spun around to him.

Goldfire optics shine a bright purple and twitch of a grin could be seen if you know him long enough.

"I did no such thing." Goldfire gently says.

Queenie could only role her optics and mumble under her breath about enjoying jump scares too much.

"So what ledged you going to tell me?" Queenie asks. As her tentacles wiggle and twist around her.

Goldfire smile fully. "I think we would change it up a bit. About stories of important operatives who are not warriours."

Queenie tenacles stop. "If they are not warriors, what are they?"

"They are normally called intelligence officers. However, they are thieves, spies and assassins. And wars have them." Goldfire purple going dim.

"Is that not honourable?" as the face of doubt appear.

Goldfire grasp one of the tenacles "honourable does not save lives as much as knowing what the enemy is doing. If you know where the enemy is getting their weapons; you would want to stop them. If a being that could create a device that can drain the life sources out of being body. A quiet death may be the only choice." And with a slow exhale. "Some wars can go for centuries. And one day a being once gave a weapon so powerful and the leader said are you sure. And with sad eyes they reply "It cut the war in half and save thousands of lives." And with a squeeze with the palm of their hand and purple so dim it look black "The prices are half the city."

Queenie squeeze back with a small voice a thought she did not want to know. However, is becoming too hard to deny. "What is your reason for teaching me these things?"

Goldfire purple optics shift in and out. The way Queenie knows that they were putting together an answer to quest they find hard.

"Because a silent war won't be silent very soon." His almost a whisper.

"Where at war. When. How?" Queenie asks lost.

Goldfire stands a little taller "the moment this home was invaded. There will always be a group that would fight back. And soon a war will break out."

Queenie face change to Vengeances "And how come you are helping me?"

"Because I want you to survive." The words hang heavy "even it means teaching you things that are not honourable."

Queenie stands in silences. And taking in the sweet way that Goldfire is still protecting her. She knew that he should be different. That what happens when bots no matter what get touch by the purple goop.

"Okay. However, I have some information that I think you want to hear. The key to Vector Sigma. The scientist has it."

Queenie observe Goldfire. How he was so quiet wrap around them naturally.

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Ratchet sat with data pads. Information about T-clogs. They each say the same. A T-clog is special and is part of every Cybertron. It could not be made. It can only be transplanted. Whitenoise sat quietly in the corner.

"What is it?"

Whitenoise hums and in a slow tone ask her question. "You are not my medic. However, you repair Goldfire and I after our fight. Does your Master not care?"

Ratchet snorts "My master cares more about profit. As long as he is getting paid. He does not care. As long as he has power. He does not care. Does that answer your question?"

Whitenoise hums again. "Why do they call you a party medic? Parties and medics do not relate to each other."

Ratchet faces plates became an unexpected blue.

"Question why have your face gone blue. Are you sick?"