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Date
With all the human literature Hedrel had read, he was probably the only Insecticon who knew what a date was. However his ideas of what a lady would enjoy were a bit different than wine and fancy restaurants.
So he called out a song to his Love, Vera, "Waalllllaaaallllaaaaallllaaaaalllllaaaa"
verathegreen began following you
"It's always good to see one of your kind who's out on their own."
"Well, I started thinking and I came to a realization. You played a major hand in my rebirth. You taught me things, cared for me. When you found out about Hedrel, you acted like any other dad worried about his daughter." Vera paused, taking a deep breath. "And I realized, you're like a second father to me, especially since daddy's never around anymore.
"Vera, I..I..I.." he stuttered to a stop, shocked and moved. When he was honest with himself, he knew he'd felt responsible for her for sometime, her safety, happiness when he was able. After having built her frame and aided in the transfer of her new spark, she'd slowly become the closest thing he'd ever had to having his own sparkling.
For a long time the very thought of having his own sparkling had been a source of fear and anxiety. The prospect frightening. But since Vera...that had changed.
Of course he'd never voiced any of this. He'd thought himself far too bold for even thinking it. But to hear Vera speak. To know she actually thought of him as....as something of a sire...
Knock Out smiled and pulled Vera into a tight hug. "Thank you. It's an honor to be so highly regarded in your thoughts, Vera. You are the closest thing I have...ever had to my own sparkling and you are most certainly one I consider family."
That would be the Underworld. Countless vorns ago, the tradition was for newsparks to make their way up from the depths of Cybertron where they'd been born, winding through the unmapped sewers and catacombs until they finally reached the surface.
And yes, it was every bit as perilous as it sounds. There were plasma pits, flooded out tunnels, crevasses where a bot could fall and never even be recovered...and that's without getting into the creatures living down there.
It was equal parts "rite of passage" and "blood sport." How some could push for its return, I'll never know.
"Eh, suit yourself. Even though I've spoken to plenty of other bots and not taken a single syllable to my father." she shrugged. "I don't believe in double crossing like that. I was raised better."
“You might not, but the others that I’ve run across do. If you are telling the truth, then my apologies, but I can’t go about trusting anybot I don’t know.”
"Hey, I might be a tyrants daughter, but I'm no monster. I like talking to folks. I like meeting new people and trying to find ways to end this ridiculous war."
“You and I are on the same page …. But we don’t fight the same, lass. Plus, you may not be a monster, but you can still just as easily take information to the other side. No thanks, not risking it.”
"Most of the people I like talking to are asleep." she replied. "What, you got a problem with a pretty young femme talking to you? Or would you rather be talking to Rachet? yeah, I heard about that. The comm systems are all abuzz about it."
“What in Primus’ name are you babblin’ about?” he asked with a frown. “I merely wouldn’t pick you for the speaking type, given you’re clearly on the wrong side of this war.”
"nothin, I'm vored spitless and just finding people to talk to to ease the boredom." her eyes flickered to his Cy-gar. "Huh, didn't know cybertronians could smoke."
“It’s medicinal, don’t ask,” he grumbled as he eyed her. “I’m sure there are mechs over there you could talk to, yeah?”
