Breakwire looks at Sieve's background check, oooooo
He didn't know why it took him this long to look up his coworkers' personal information-- scratch that, her "credentials"-- but when he did, Breakwire was at a loss.
Not only did Sieverange come up as an underground pre-war racer (the fastest in the femme records, if his research was up to date), but she also had a plentiful list of run-ins with Iaconian law enforcement and successful missions with Cybertron Intel's Civilian-Military Aggregate. He sat back in his swivel chair and read through the multiple monitors holding her information. Her work with the Aggregate was mostly sabotage-oriented, including field missions as a team saboteur.
One mission summary showed that she had weaseled her way into some Decepticon barracks and installed an unholy array of security cameras that gave the Aggregate a few leads on future combat sites. Why hadn't she received an awa... Oh. He groaned at the last few lines of the summary. She had shown up a few hours later than she was supposed to, displaying plenty of paint transfers on her shaky frame and looking quite proud of herself. Apparently she had fun in there. "Oh Primus, Sieve..."
Her pre-war information was a little cloudy, but from the police reports he discerned that Sieverange had been a bit of a live wire. Working under the name "Silver Bullet", she had been one of the top-tier racers in Iacon. During the last racing season before the war, she had had her aft beaten by only two bots: a special-frame Neutral and, of course, Blurr. Her progress during the other seasons was ridiculous. She was built for racing, but it looked like she was more ambitious and competitive than anything else.
Blurr was always the planetary champion at the legal matches, but everyone knew about the underground racing circuit that he and his buddies raced against, too. The underground teams held a monopoly over the raw, fuel-perfumed streets of Iacon just as Blurr and his legal circuits ruled the sparkling speedways. The only difference was that Blurr & co. were protected from the law. The Silver Bullet wasn't.
He clicked on a few links, and he felt his cheeks warm up at the attached posters recovered from the pre-war period. The scanned image was grainy but there was no denying that the silver femme in the lineup was his coworker. The other bots were a fascinating troupe-- their manager Blensoot was a robust, well-sculpted black mech who made Breakwire's door wings flick up in extreme interest-- but Breakwire barely registered that this poster was a relic. Half of those bots might be offline by now, and their outrageous nighttime soirees were only echos summarized by lines of text on a background check.
He closed the tab and looked at her basic information again. Her cocky ID photo grinned back at him, but it was a different grin than he was used to. Barely healing at the time the photo was taken, the cuts on her lipplates were still rimmed with bright blue. If he squinted, he could see faint healing tracks criss-crossing over the rest of her faceplate, joining at her lips. She must have had them lasered and buffed over before she came to earth, but the other scars his lips knew so well were clearly too deep to fix.
"Oh, who's that ugly bot?"
Breakwire jumped so high in his seat that his elbow slipped off the desk and he slammed his forehelm on the keypad. "P-PRIMUS!!"
Suddenly a warm pair of servos wrapped around his shoulders, and the thrum of a spark against his door wings lulled his own spark into a steadier rhythm. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you like that..." Sieverange coaxed him into his seat and draped herself over his shoulder, turning her helm to pepper his neck and cheek with kisses. "Sorry, Breaky."
"S-Sieve," he stammered, still buzzing and twitching from the shock she had given him. "I-I'm just looking at..."
"Ooh, my background check," Sieve purred. She pointed at her photo. "Look, you can see where my faceplate was still patchy. Wow... What other stuff have you found out? Maybe I can add a few things."
"Th-that won't be n-necessary." Breakwire drew his knees together in his seat. "You're not mad?"
"Mad?" The femme snorted in amusement. "Pfff. Why would I be mad? There's nothing that I'd want to hide from any bots. At least nothing that made it onto your thorough background check." She kissed his audio again before withdrawing and practically slinking to the door. "I'm brewing energon, okay? Be right back, darling."
Once he was sure she had gone, Breakwire turned to the monitor again and frowned to himself. One paragraph bothered him. He had barely managed to drag another window over it, and luckily the racer hadn't caught sight of the move.
"NOTE: Circuit manager was offlined (CASE#98452.459-1) and the rest of circuit assumed management. Subject enlisted and left circuit shortly afterwards. Murder case is uncleared, and subject remains a suspect along with remaining members of circuit."
If ya notice Breaky missing from my lair, don't panic. She is temporarily staying with Seismicwave until I can afford to make room in my lair for more dragons. She will also be ready to breed in 3 days and from what I can she is the only female over there. (Seis gets her first)
Just a little something I did while offline today about robots being cuties, nothing else to see here
Breakwire is mine
Morning Star (c) zielloos
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"Morning Star, s-stop that. Haha, that-that tickles," Breakwire giggled as he squirmed in the larger mech's lap, his doorwings fluttering against his digits. With one arm wrapped tightly around his waist in an effort to keep him still, Morning Star traced his digits lightly along the very edge of the smaller bot's doorwings, a tiny smile pulling at the corners of his lips to hear him laughing. Breakwire had come to him in such a foul mood and on the verge of a nervous breakdown; it made him happy to see him more relaxed. Following the bottom edge, the red optic'd mech ghosted his digits down to the joint where the doorwing connected to his back, teasing and playing with the connective wires. Breakwire's laughing and squirming increased, his arms trapped by the wrists underneath Morning Star's arm at his waist.
Only when the grounder's vents started to rasp did he finally stop and readjusted his hold, wrapping both arms around him and tugging him closer to his frame. With Breakwire leaning against him, Morning Star rested his chin on top of his helm, letting his engine rumble softly. The gray mech vented a sigh and smiled, the vibrations underneath his chassis relaxing him further.
"Feel better..?" Underneath his chin, Breakwire nodded and let his own engine purr in respone to other's.
"Much."
((About Breakwire and his crush. It was gonna be longer and go from cute to naughty, but that might be done separately. Either way, at the end of the day, Breaky ends up taking him home and they do the do))
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Their first meeting had been a coincidence, an accident that Breakwire was now glad to refer to as one of the best moments of his life while he and Seismicwave were stopped on a planet for research. They'd run into each other on a supply run for their respective employers, neither of which they'd name but felt no need to. The other bot was called Morning Star, a dark-plated mech with burning red optics and bright, white spikes adorning his helm and shoulders.
They'd met in one of the towns that dotted the planet, in a warehouse meant for the storage and sell of ship parts, materials, and replacements. Breakwire had been there to pick up a few select items and ran straight into his backstruts, babbling apologies until the larger bot had told him it was alright.
After they'd finished picking up what they needed, it was Morning Star who'd invited him to have energon with him. They talked for awhile, mostly about work and what they did, but Morning Star had shown an interest in his hobbies, something that had made the grounder's doorwings to flutter. Hours later and only because Seismicwave comm.d Breakwire to come back, they said goodbye and left to return to their ships, the smaller mech wishing for the first time his boss hadn't called him home.
This was their second time meeting up, and Breakwire was starting to think it was fate. It'd only been a couple weeks since they met, and he'd been unable to forget him. He was grateful for the chance to talk to him again yet the timing couldn't be worse. Seismicwave's research was almost complete, and they'd be leaving in a few days. He might not ever get to see him again.
"I didn't think I'd see you again. I was starting to wonder about you," Morning Star said as the smaller mech bowed to him. He felt that he'd made a genuine connection with the bot, and he was eager to know more about him. Breakwire smiled back at him, his faceplates heating.
"H-heh. Same here," He was flattered and excited that Morning Star had been thinking of him like he had. That only made this harder, "I'm afraid that this might be our last chance to meet though," A frown from the bigger mech who stayed silent and let him continue, "We're leaving in a few days, and my employer wants me to stay on the ship after today. He said I could have the day off today and do whatever I wanted to." Morning Star's optic ridge raised a little bit, and a tiny, barely noticeable smile crossed his mouth.
"'Whatever you want to?' Would you want to spend the day with me then?" He was pleased to see his doorwings flutter and a smile break out on his face. Breakwire nodded and reached to grab his servo, like he'd been hoping he'd ask.
"I'd like that. I really would," Morning Star nodded again and began leading him down the street, smiling to himself that Breakwire still had a hold of his servo.
