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The day had been long: Hard fought, busy, and so very stressful to a point. But that was behind Sunstreaker now. He had done his duties and fulfilled his obligations. Games and feasts were winding to an end as night fell, he had made his expected appearances, and now he had a moment to himself. Finally, after seemingly ages, he had time to do something just for him, no politics or carefully crafted appearances motivating his actions. So gently, Sunstreaker knocked on Bluestreak's door.
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After the day’s events and feasts Bluestreak had found himself a little…. dusty.

He’d noticed it during dinner, the dimmed lustre of his paint coated in a fine cloak of the day’s dust and scuffs, and once he’d seen it he could hardly stand to let it stay there. 

What would they think of him running around in such a state? What would Sunstreaker think of him, when his armor was so meticulously kept and polished?

So he’d hurried through dinner and excused himself with a quick kiss for each of his brothers, and darted off. A long bath and much careful buffing of his armor to be rid of the scuffs and dents, he was feeling … no less certain.

Suppose he made a fool of himself and Sunstreaker wanted nothing to do with him after tonight? Suppose he made a misstep and said something wrong or unknowingly hurtful… he hadn’t seen his friend in so long it was… difficult to say how he had changed…

The knock on the door pulled him from his musings and he set the polishing cloth aside on the table to answer, offering the mech on the other side a warm, if nervous smile. “Good evening, Prince Sunstreaker…”

Bluestreak.” You could hear the smile in his voice. Just seeing those bright blue optics again made him visibly brighten. He had been missing his old friend all day. The sight of him was uplifting.

And what a sight. How lovely the praxian was. Silver plating shining like mirrors, the crystals of his wings catching the light just so…

Aaaaand those stray thoughts immediately tripped Sunstreaker up right out of the gate.

Sunstreaker straightened and cleared his vocals in an attempt for composure. “I…Well I had not had the chance to see you since earlier. At least not for more than a glance at a time. I was just wondering if you still wished to join me…for a stroll…. Or for tea…or for whatever it is you please.” he was nervously repeating words from hours ago, not entirely sure why he was feeling so… off. As if his eloquence and confidence had fled the moment the door had opened.

"If that is something you have the energy for. The day was long," the prince hastily added.

A small, amused huff. "What's this 'my queen' stuff? You can call me mother!" No, really, she would be tickled pink to be called mother. (pun intended) "And I know. I see him when I can, but he does tend to mope about. You will have to keep him from doing that."
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Sunstreaker blinked in incomprehension.

Then tested the word.

"Mother?"

How strange to say. Yet it warmed him for some reason.

「But of course you can.」 He said and reached back, unclipping the straps on his shoulders to two sword shaped objects wrapped in cloth. Unwrapping the cloth with care he was soon finished and held out the two swords to the red Prince. 

「Careful, they might be light but to certain mechs and femmes they can be heavy.」He explained. 

((//Sorry about titles on the swords, very old reference art :/))

Sideswipe took the swords. There certainly was some heft to them but nothing he could not handle.

He admired the craftsmanship, the contrasting metalwork, before looking to the other.

"These are fine blades indeed. The blacksmith who made them for you must have been skilled. Or did you acquire them in other ways?"

Elita pet his helm, arms wrapped around his shoulders. "My big brave son. So grown up and it hardly seems like any time passed at all."
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It was then sense returned somewhat, and Sunstreaker pulled back respectfully, slightly sheepish for his….break in behavior. Acting like a needy child for but a moment. However not far enough to break from the contact.

"I…Perhaps for you my queen but the years have been long. Your absence  weighs heavily on father."

Oh look. The Red Prince has wandered your way. "Hello, Sir Thundercracker. Or, Captain Thundercracker. I am not sure which title you prefer. Since your Lord has retired for the time being, if you aren't busy with other matters I was just... wondering if you would like to be shown around? by me. I mean, it will give you a better lay of the kingdom and of the grounds. Which should make escorting your lord and protecting him easier since you are in an unfamiliar place. Only if you'd...want..."
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Thundercracker turned at the voice, immediately bowing in the presence of royalty. “Your Majesty.” He greeted, straightening to stand properly. He listened to the smaller mech’s offer, finding the reasoning sound and… very helpful.

"I would appreciate it very much." He smiled. "Thank you."

"Ah." He… supposed it was as simple as that. That didn’t make it any less awkward. He scratched the back of his helm, shifting his weight to his hip and right leg. "I, uh… where do you want me to start, my Lord?"

"Wherever you wish," Sideswipe responded more easily than before. "And no need to be so formal. It’s just us here. You may call me Sideswipe…if… if you would like."

Oh look. The Red Prince has wandered your way. "Hello, Sir Thundercracker. Or, Captain Thundercracker. I am not sure which title you prefer. Since your Lord has retired for the time being, if you aren't busy with other matters I was just... wondering if you would like to be shown around? by me. I mean, it will give you a better lay of the kingdom and of the grounds. Which should make escorting your lord and protecting him easier since you are in an unfamiliar place. Only if you'd...want..."
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primuswhyme:

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Thundercracker turned at the voice, immediately bowing in the presence of royalty. “Your Majesty.” He greeted, straightening to stand properly. He listened to the smaller mech’s offer, finding the reasoning sound and… very helpful.

"I would appreciate it very much." He smiled. "Thank you."

Yeah, it was probably a good idea that Sideswipe stopped and apologized. His wings began to lower from the rigidity they’d gained while Sideswipe had poked fun at his Winglord. “Forgiven.” He said easily enough.

The question about himself threw him off momentarily and he opened his mouth… “But My Lord, I am but a Knight. Surely my lineage holds no importance to one such as yourself?”

"One such as myself…" Sideswipe repeated the words with an amused snort, shaking his head. "Importance is… subjective don’t you think? You are still a person, one who has a history and stories just as I am just a mech. The only difference between us was circumstances. In another life our positions could have easily been reversed don’t you think?"

He took a thoughtful sip of his drink.

"I would love to hear of you and yours, only if you wish to speak on the matter. And you may ask me of me and mine as well.." he said shyly. "Only if you you would want to. I believe in balance in a sense. It’s…it’s only fair after all."

"I felt our meeting was long overdue." She smiled again, drawing him into a hug. "It isn't fair Optimus gets to hog you."
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Just like that Sunstreaker was a child again, melting into an offered hug.

And while he was not the most physical of mechs he felt the need to reciprocate it.

There was no answer for Sideswipe other than a quiet room and soft swinging chandelier.
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Huh.

How strange.

Sideswipe walked across the room, and bent down to pick of the datapad.

He felt like he was forgetting something.

Something that had once been important.

Please excuse the golden mech as he brushes past you. He didn't care if you were the Princes... He actually didn't even realize that they WERE the princes. He's in a rush to make sure his bow and arrows were ready for the tourney.
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sunnyperfection:

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Sideswipe has to double take.

That looked vaguely similar to….nah.

Still he seemed to be heading the wrong way given what he was carrying.

"You are an archer? Long bow or short bow?"

"Either or." Sunstreaker replied, pausing to look towards them. "Learned ‘em….." Oh Primus is was Prince Sideswipe. There’s a hurried bow again - …and another tangled cape. This is such a stupid cape. He’d already nearly tripped in it. Twice. "-both, Sir."

"Practitioner of both? It’s good to be well rounded. Archery has never been my forte though…."  Sideswipe trailed as he noticed the other fidgeting with his cape.

"I have trouble with those as well," he admitted sympathetically.

He had nearly tripped over his own twice. Actually succeeded once.

The tiny probe not even 1/4 the height of a regular Cybertronian tried its best to follow its creator, a sous chef coming to help with the feast after the tourney. The probe just needed to help with preparing desserts. However, it wasn't long until a mech who wasn't watching the ground kicked the probe out of its original path. The problem with hover tech combined with no limbs was that nothing stopped the probe from bouncing between pedes like a pinball, save for a wall.
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daecus:

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Well.

Despite how… expressive Prince Sideswipe moved through out the day (sweeping motions, tripping over his own cape, etc), he still had rather good reflexes. So he was able to snatch the little orb out of the air with both hands before it plowed into a wall.

"Are you alright there, little guy?" he asked not really sure it could answer back.

You could never be too sure.


The little drone tailing behind the giant jet seemed to stiffen at Sideswipe’s comment. Its oculus tinged pink with bashfulness as it shyly giggled, very delighted that the Prince liked its treats.

"Uh…" Unlike his drone, Jetstream shifted uneasily and tensed his wings. The head chef asking about his origins was one thing, but a prince of Iacon asking about it was another. It would have been rude to say no to royalty, especially after the king had sent his poor courier all over the place to find and invite him.

Losing conversational etiquette for the moment, he talked without looking directly at the Prince. “Well, I originally hailed from an obscure town southeast from here, named Proteon. My carriers deposited me at the town’s only orphanage shortly after I was sparked, so I lived there as a sparkling. Since the orphanage was always crowded, it turned out those who grew too old. After being booted out, I ended up digging through refuse heaps to stave off hunger until a very kind mech took me under her roof as an apprentice. She taught me cooking, helped me get on my pedes.” Jetstream’s optics assumed a wistful sheen as he reminisced resignedly. “However, the little town soon grew too small for me, for an insatiable ambition gripped me. I wanted to learn more styles, learn the science of taste, learn why delicious things tasted so. Proteon would not help me find these answers, and my master understood. So, I left, at first traveling for knowledge, seeking deeper understanding everywhere I went. I even stopped at Iacon to study at the great library once.”

Jetstream’s voice became shakier as he continued, “However, I had to return to Proteon unexpectedly. The… the moment I heard that war had destroyed my hometown, I flew there as fast as I could. Tensions between two adjacent cities had erupted, sparking a war with Proteon caught in the middle. I-I looked everywhere for signs of my old master, but I couldn’t find her in what was left of the wreckage and the, um, bodies. The few survivors scattered, but I don’t know how many there were or whether my teacher was one of them. I’ve met a couple, but to my disappointment, they’ve not seen her since the incident.” He regained his composure, thankful to be concluding. “I’m still looking for her, but I’ve taken to helping the hungry, as well. There’s something liberating about helping mechs begging on the street, then seeing them as successful experts in their crafts further down the road. I’m sure my master would’ve approved.” He cleared his vocalizer, suddenly aware of all he had spewed out to this youngling. “Oh, I’m sorry. I seem to have drabbled on and on. Sorry if I’ve been a bore. Er, anyways… I apologize, but I must not stay in Iacon for long. Even if my teacher has already met her end, the needy still require my assistance. I am very gracious for your offer. It means very much to me.” He bowed, placing his servo over his spark. “However, I would like to ask a favor of you, if I may. If you ever hear of a mech named Airbrake, please…” Jetstream paused contemplatively; he had not thought this through. There was no obvious way to contact a flier who constantly traveled. “Uh, never mind,” he cut himself off.

Sideswipe simply smiled sweetly at the bashful little drone who had made him these tasty, special treats.

But then his attention focused primarily on the wandering chef who had so impressed him with his culinary skills.

It was a solemn tale with difficult beginnings. The other had so very obviously gone through trial and tribulations. Yet Jetstream, through hard work and ambition, made the best of his circumstances. Made it from living off of heaps of discarded scrap, to having been sought after as an honored guest for the kitchens of a castle. Sideswipe could respect a tale such as this. The will to chase a better life…

"You have my condolences for the loss of your home town and any you may have known. Wars are terrible things to endure. Circumstances sound like they had been very hard on you since your youth. Yet you have done so well for yourself," he praised, fidgeting with the bag in his hands.

The name of Jetstream’s old teacher was unfamiliar though. “I do not believe I have run across anyone with that designation but I will keep an audio alert. And who knows? Many are here today for the festivities. So many from so many lands. Perhaps fortune will be on your side.”

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