Riot

Name: Riot -Not original name- Altmode: Cybertronian crane Status: Mated to Windchill Sexuality: It’s a mystery Height: Mass shifter-50 to 100 ft Occupation: Scavenger/Medic Traits: Cynical, stubborn and a little boring Skills: Basic knowledge of medical treatment, making bad puns out of his own name Bio: Riot is the oldest of his siblings and he shares no love with anyone except his full blood sister, Armina. Riot is a self-taught medic, though his large claws make it hard for him to operate - never stopped him trying, but it does make it more bloody then it needs to be. Riot on the outside looks like any other, but he is not what he seems. He is a hybrid - a mixture between Insecticon and Cybertronian; something he despises.

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The Parents

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  Windchill’s brows furrowed, shielding a pair of concerned optics to watch Riot lower himself to his level, as usual. He appreciated the gesture and the willingness to compromise, but he also knew that Riot hated sand.

“You’re gonna get grit in your bits doing that,” he scoffed, making eye contact with the semblance of a wry smirk. “I look forward to hearing you complain about it all night.” Windchill reached forward to tap a talon on the chestplate within his reach, taking a moment to get back on topic.

“Complications is putting it lightly. I’m not exactly welcome on Cybertron.”

“The things I do to show vulnerability, even if I know you could surplex me if you wished.” He buffed out his torso as the talon tapped against his chassis, giving off a cold laugh. The air seemed to ... Calm down a bit. “Are any of us?” Riot muttered, his optic behind his visor shimmering in thought, the war had taken its toll over their homeworld and every kin had been caught between. Riots youth made him even more ignorant. He didn't know the war like Windchill did, didn’t know the two factions as well as he did and the pure cold blooded tactics both side could pull.

“Do you  not have family left on the planet? I mean Cybertron... What about... Well, your daughter?” It had been in passing Windchills daughter had been mentioned. And it had been quite some time since she had come up... But Riot remembered.

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“But-” Riot began, sputtering a bit before quieting down to hear the rest, fidgeting with his digits and his pose curved to look down at Windchill giving him his attention. Nodding. 

Taking Windchill by his shoulder in a gentle grasp and walked him back up the hidden staircase back up to the sun which was finally lowering itself from its midday position. 

Now. Alone. Riot turned. “Why?  Why wouldn’t you want to go? Isn’t that what… we thrived for?”

Together they walked, Windchill blinking once exposed to the sunlight. The literal weight on his pauldron lifted the figurative one; the gesture, as simple as it was, meant everything. It meant that Riot was listening to him. It meant that he was valued, a notion he’d gone most of his life without.

“I…get sentimental, I guess.” He huffed through his vents, and squinted up at his mate like some kind of pale faced cave creature. His optics would adjust in a moment. “Every good thing in my life happened here.” Another reason, one more dire than his own feelings, poised on the tip of his tongue. He swallowed it back for the moment.

“Let me start over. I don’t like it, but I think they’re right. Cybertron would be better, especially for Blue.” He hunched his shoulders, arms crossed despite the heat as his gaze drifted sourly into the shimmering distance. “It has more resources if nothing else. What I don’t think is that it will be as easy or simple as packing up and playing house. Cybertron is as treacherous as Earth, maybe even more so.” Just like Earth, that had more to do with the inhabitants than the landscape. Chill sucked air through his teeth.

“You know this. I’m not leaving the others behind, either.”

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Memories of being left behind. It stung remembering the days and months Riot waited for Windchill to come back without promise that he would... Just.. Knowing he would. 

The behemoth gently shifted his weight to his other leg and the sand making his pede sink into it as he did so, “I-I know.” Riot replied, silently, “I just... I... I... What should we do?” 

Instead of fighting, instead of arguing and butting heads he decided to just talk.

Carefully with a thud Riot was on his knees now, Windchill and him by the same height and could catch his beloveds Optic with his own when he turned his gaze back to him.

“I think a home on cybertron would be, as you say, the best solution. There would be problems and complications... But this time we wont be starting from scratch.” 

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The Parents

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“It will be. That’s what everyone here wants,” Windchill vented a sigh, and headed for the door with a glance back over his shoulder. He’d have to make it up to Amadeus later, a list that grew ever longer.

“It’s just a matter of consensus on what that means. I think we should go where we won’t be heard or interrupted.” To the silo, maybe, or even outside. He wasn’t keen on broadcasting an impending argument through the treacherous basement pipes, so that was right out.

Privacy was hard won around here.

Chill waited for his mate to follow, his servo resting upon the wall as if already saying goodbye. A sense of loss settled into his frame, pulling his features down until the resignation showed on his face.

“I’ll be honest. I don’t want to go.”

“But-” Riot began, sputtering a bit before quieting down to hear the rest, fidgeting with his digits and his pose curved to look down at Windchill giving him his attention. Nodding. 

Taking Windchill by his shoulder in a gentle grasp and walked him back up the hidden staircase back up to the sun which was finally lowering itself from its midday position. 

Now. Alone. Riot turned. “Why?  Why wouldnt you want to go? Isnt that what... we thrived for?”

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The Parents

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Ledcet looked taken aback and almost in shock that someone spoke up to her. One could see this was not something she was used to, as she pursed her lips with her optics upon Windchill. She nodded.

“Of course, we will be here for a while anyway. Now, Armina come over here and show your mother around, silly femme” The femme stood, Amadeus slipping down from her bosom to the sofa. He was also looking at Windchill, giving him a friendly grin, showing that he thought of Windchill as family as well.

With a lil shake Scorpan slid Bluebottle off his finger and back into his servo, using his massive servos he “gorilla” walked his way though the base and disappeared. Dropping Bluebottle in Amadeus hands as he passed and the poor uncle got a face full of bile as thanks.

Riot was still quiet, he stroked his long thumb over Windchill’s servo then gazed over at him with his massive optic. Waiting for a response to this… Hrm. Decision he had made behind his back.

Windchill gave a polite nod as the visitors left, trying to keep the temporary relief from showing on his face. Then the odor of puke hit him, and the face he made was not the slightest bit relieved.

“Ama,” ugh, what a stench to behold. What a mess! “Do you mind bathing her while we sort this out?” Blue didn’t seem apologetic, instead patting her uncle’s face to a tune of curious chirps. Somehow, it only made the slime worse.

Windchill waited for a response, raising his hand to press his lips to Riot’s knuckles. He suspected the mech might forgive him for complicating everything as usual, once it was addressed. They’d find out soon enough.

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Amadeus grunted in disapproval but accepted his niece happy clicks and chirps and tumbled away with her to their wash barracks. Leaving the two to discuss their future alone. The servo twitched underneath his lovers lips, he stroked the upper lip of Windchill then pulled his servo back. They were alone now and the hard part were just about to start.  Raising his helm he looked at Windchill before muttering, “I wanted our future secured, Windchill.” weakly he turned his head to the side. not really finding words before going, “What do you think?”

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He’d dare say they weren’t, but Windchill kept his mouth shut. His optics scanned the room, noting that nobody that wasn’t named Bluebottle seemed to be having any fun. Even she had noticed the tension, her wiggling stopped and eye fixed on her creators while she worked her gums on Scorpan’s finger.

“My family is right here,” Chill responded, and steeled himself for the potentially-foolish thing he was about to say next. “I’m not going back to Cybertron without them. It was never home to me. Besides,” he looked up at his mate in a silent request for backup, “that’s a major decision. We need to talk about it first.”

Ledcet looked taken aback and almost in shock that someone spoke up to her. One could see this was not something she was used to, as she pursed her lips with her optics upon Windchill. She nodded,

“Of course, we will be here for a while anyway. Now, Armina come over here and show your mother around, silly femme” The femme stood, Amadeus slipping down from her bussom to the sofa. He was also looking at Windchill, giving him a friendly grin, showing that he thought of Windchill as family as well.

With a lil shake Scorpan slid Bluebottle off his finger and back into his servo, using his massive servos he “gorilla” walked his way though the base and disappeared. Dropping Bluebottle in Amadeus hands as he passed and the poor uncle got a face full of bile as thanks.

Riot was still quiet, he stroked his long thumb over Windchills servo then gazed over at him with his massive optic. Waiting for a respond to this... Hrm. Decision he had made behind his back.

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There they were, gathered in a semi-circle like an underground cult. Chill found himself pulled to safety before it became too claustrophobic with that amount of bodies in the room, and he showed his appreciation for the gesture by gripping Riot's hand for dear life. It probably wouldn't leave any dents. Windchill put his other hand on his hip, idly watching Bluebottle pitch a fit (she did take after her parents, after all,) while his mate spoke. Then Scorpan spoke, and he felt himself tensing, a reaction to the volatile mixture of outrage and fear. He didn't...disagree. Windchill loved Earth, but it was dangerous, resources were scarce and it simply couldn't support even their small group forever. They'd be forced to venture farther and farther for energon eventually, and then what? His plating flared, rigid, his optics not waving from the squeaky worm dangling from the giant hand and wiggling like this was all just a silly game. He envied her impervious nature, sometimes. "Just what are you proposing?"

Riot

Ledcet and Scorpan shared a look between each other then one with Riot. It seemed like they had discussed this before as Ledcet began the  "speech". She slid herself onto a sofa, tugging Amadeus into her grasp and petted him like a cat as he was forced between her pointed chassis. "You see. We have - well, we wish to suggest that the two of you return to Cybertron to, uh, grow your famliy! The war and the struggle between the two factions seem to have lessend and we'd love to have you back home." There was a dead silence once more, the younger siblings glanced at their brother who still had his grip upon his lover. "Yes. My parents have... land ... that we might turn into our own, Windchill"

Windchill

Of course. Windchill's spark plummeted to the bottom of his tanks. This whole thing reeked of ulterior motives from the timing alone, and now he wasn't sure they were motives that he liked. He had questions. "Two," he repeated, giving the carrier cradling Amadeus the chance to clarify just who exactly was intended to escape the planet. Who would fix the plumbing around here with Riot gone? How would the others survive? No, she couldn't mean to leave her children behind. Could she? "And if we're unable to reproduce?" It was a question he'd avoided asking himself, but it was a very real possibility that the squirming Bluebottle was a one off, a lucky fluke. A fate dependent on something so unreliable as their combined reproductive systems was one he wanted nothing to do with. He gave Riot's hand a squeeze, an apology and a warning that they'd have a lot to discuss regardless of the impending answer from his creators

The squeeze was returned. Riot knew this was going to be a painful process but a necessary one as they now had others to thing about than just themselves. "You are not some sort of breeding cattle." Ledcet replied, brows furrowed, "It is just - well, we'd like to make sure that you and the little ones are safe and in all honestly... Wouldn't it be nice to come home? to family?" 

The younger siblings had shared glances between one another. The offer to return home had not been offered to them and it seemed they had noticed. Serpent were just sucking on her lip with her optic resting else where while her twin brother were looking anywhere else than at his mother.

"why do you hesitate?" Scorpan interjected, "do you wish to stay on an alien planet to raise your young? How foolish and ignorant... and most of all selfish."

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Where is his boyfriend when he needs protection from unruly greyfaces?

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I mean. You stick your head up my aft all the time...