Street Racer Darling[S] ::Knockout x Cybertronian Reader::

Memories

~(Y/D)'s POV~

     Strykeout had finally fallen into recharge, and I could hear Knockout coming up behind me as he placed a servo on my shoulder plate.

         "Seems rather fast, how things are moving along."

         "Said the racer," I softly chuckled, mindful of the sleeping babe I was now setting in a vacant crib, "but at least we're not bored."

         "I could kill for a decent oil bath right about now though."

We both chuckled at that, and I turned to place a gentle kiss on his cheekplate.

         "Luxuries can wait for now," I sighed, "We have an entire legion to attend to."

         "Dreadwing can handle them, Soundwave too."

         "Perhaps, but that's just being lazy."

         "Oh, you're no fun," he placed a kiss on my cheekplate, as I did him, but I managed to steal one from his derma, making him chuckle, "Mischievous thing. Though I think one of your most mischievous was when Optimus was Orion Pax."

     I laughed a bit to loudly, cutting my mirth short as we looked to Strykeout, who stirred but didn't wake, luckily.

         "I remember well--"

As usual I was oblivious to the goings on in the outside world, not quite caring about it anyway, just sitting in my little shelf, reading a book on the adapted datapad. In truth I was bored even doing that. There were no recent races, Tyson was still out for the count, and Knockout had to leave for something, so that left me with nothing to do. Then Megatron called. I patched him through on the datapad, still laying down on my bed, so it was audio only.

         "If I had an energon ration for every time you commed me personally," I said lazily, hearing a low chuckle, obviously connected to a smirk.

         |: You'd have enough to run both factions. :|

         "Wildstryke, leader of all, sounds good to me."

To me, it was just lazy, friendly banter, to him, who knows, but I shivered at the sound of his chuckle, like a bitter wind, different from the first.

         |: Well, I think you'll find this new development quite intriguing then. How fast can you drive to the Nemesis? :|

Like he was talking to a long time friend, that's what he sounded like, as if I had known him since before the war.

         "Guess you'll find out when I get there," I yawned, planning to take my time.

         |: I will see you soon, then. :|

     Rolling my eyes, I slowly made my way to my Cybertronian form, known as Wildstryke. Breakdown and Soundwave built her, per my request, and she's the only gift I have from the big lug, aside from the ever present pendant around my neck with his picture, along with Knockout and the others as well. I miss him dearly. Better not to dwell on depressing things though. Besides, when Megatron says he has something intriguing, he's usually right. My interest slowly growing, I managed to hitch a ride from a few vehicons and made it to where Wildstryke was being hidden this time around. 

         "Thanks Steve," I smiled, and he waved before going off.

     After an easy transition, I stretched a bit and scurried back to Knockout and I's berthroom to buff out a few scratches I had somehow received. That done in a flash, I placed the buffer back in it's rightful place, just for Knockout, because usually I wouldn't care, not that I think he'd mind anyway, it's just something nice to do for him. Then I was out to find Mega-ton and his legion, most likely in the main control room. Fortunately I was right, and had made it in less then ten minutes from when the earlier conversation ended. This small fact earned a surprised look from Megatron, but it quickly turned to satisfaction as I saw the slightly smaller figure of Optimus Prime.

         "Uh..." I pointed, but before I could continue Megatron introduced the new recruit.

         "Wildstryke, meet Orion Pax, a very good friend of mine."

Optimus... well, Orion, looked to me, then awkwardly averted his gaze to the floor, almost bashfully. I smiled sweetly and came up to him with a servo extended, offering for him to shake it. 

         "Wonderful to meet you, I'm sure the big guy here has explained things."

The nickname irked Megatron, but I knew I'd get a free pass.

         "Yes..." Orion answered hesitantly, taking my servo for a few short seconds before letting go, "Though I'm still a bit overwhelmed by it all. I never knew Ratchet capable of any atrocity."

         "Power changes those who seek it," Megatron stated with a false remorse, "but we of the Decepticons are more than willing to lay down our lives for the betterment of Earth."

     I could then see that the pre-prime state of Orion Pax idolized Megatron, known as Megatronus, to some degree. Megatronus wasn't afraid to speak his mind, well spoken to earn the attention of masses, and like Optimus, demanded respect in the Golden Age of Cybertron. Orion Pax was diplomatic but soft spoken in comparison, and obviously had very little time to spend with femmes.

         "I think you need to double check this translation," I pointed out, Orion coming up behind me to read what he had decoded of the Iacon database.

         "You're right," he admitted, "it doesn't make sense..." 

He reached with one arm around me to type, not realizing that he had somewhat trapped me with most of his bulk on the other side, but I made no comment, deciding to have a little fun.

         "You're rather smooth, for a data clerk."

I peered at him with a smirk, and he looked to me with bright, innocent optics before seeing the slightly awkward position he had put me in,  stumbling back with both servos up. 

         "M-my apologies. I had no ill intent!"

I just rolled my sparkly ruby optics and came near him, using my own servos to bring his down to a natural hang.

         "I'm almost disappointed," I chuckled, dragging a sharp digit across his lower jaw line, which only added to my amusement as I heard the embarrassingly loud click of his cooling fans.

         "Ar-aren't you Megatronus' femme?"

At this I had to laugh. I might have like the Megatronus Orion knows, but Megatron? That's an insult. 

         "Unfortunately, no," the mech himself came through the doors, and I swear that's the most honest thing he's said all day, "Wildstryke, though her actions and habits say otherwise, is neutral, and a bit of a loose canon, so to speak."

         "I'm my own femme," I winked at the bashful bot, now embarrassed that he had assumed such a thing.

         "My apologies..." he mumbled, and I just rolled my optics again.

         "All beings make mistakes, Orion," I kissed his slightly warm cheekplate, making his optics grow wide, "even powerful ones."

     Proud of my alluding to him being a Prime, I waved my goodbye before going out, being followed by Megatron, who had caught on.

         "You plan to sabotage me?" he questioned once we were well away from the door.

         "No," I answered truthfully, "I'm having to much fun."

         "I'll have you know that Orion Pax was never one to get caught up with femmes."

         "You insult me," I stated flatly, "Why would my goal be to distract Orion with myself? There are other, less immoral ways. Besides, I'm not some pleasure bot, Megatron."

With that I transformed and drove off in a bit of a huff. Yes, Megatron has a sick processor, but you'd think that, with his unhealthy fascination of me, he'd know enough to think better of me in this situation. I will admit, I was mischievous, but there's only one mech on my processor, and I bet he knows more about anatomy then Megatron.