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Characters: @chrisstratos; @smokescreen Location: Crew Quarters Content Warnings: N/A Plot Summary: Chris seeks out a fellow Praxian, Smokescreen, to learn more about the culture his sire came from..
It had been the suggestion of a few Bots to seek out this Smokescreen. They’d explained the different sub-categories of Cybertronians, and that Chris’ biological father was absolutely Praxian given his frame. And as they had one on base he should look into talking to him about learning more about the culture he came from. So he’d told his current guardian, Warpath, where he was off to and headed off to find Smokescreen among the crew quarters, even if he wasn’t sure who he was looking for looks wise.
So he instead used some of Warpaths advice to start trusting his abilities, allowing himself to transform and thus give himself a once over. Maybe if he looked at his frame, he may have a better idea of what kind of mech, or femme, he was looking for. Of course, the door wings, were probably a giveaway, he hadn’t seen many with anything like that. So he decided to start looking with the that in mind...
A lot of good it did him. “I really should have asked the guys what this dude looked like,” he groaned. “Why did I have to be so dense?”
Finding one bot in particular could be a challenge depending on who they were. Finding Smokescreen?
Easy as pie.
"I know right?! And then I charged into the fray playing this epic Earth music. Aah, you shoulda been there, Strongy. I know you would've loved it." The young mech walked around the base with his datapad in front of him, sending a recorded message to Strongarm. Primus how he hated that they were at separate bases, but at least talking to the other helped with morale a bit. Plus there were the downtimes where they could just play a game or something over their datapads.
"But more than that, we got this new kid at the base. I hear he's got some kinda talent that's not very common on Earth, but I dunno. Gotta cut this short, but hope to see ya soon, Strongy~. Don't let that 'red punk' as you call him bring ya down." Sending the message, he subspaced his datapad.
It was only then that he realized that said 'new kid' just happened to be heading his way, talking to himself. "Hey, buddy! What's up?"
But when he finally looked up to see the voice’s owner, his eyes went bold. Of course, this was definitely Smokescreen as looking at him was almost like a look into the future. Sure Smokescreen was a (young) adult but there were the doorwings and similar build. If this was what Praxians all looked similar to there was no more doubt in Chris’ mind that his “father” was definitely one. And the sight of a full size Praxian was definitely something it behold - at least to a human seeing one for the first time in his life.
Chris shook himself out of his thoughts slowly as said mech greeted him. No time to be awe struck, he told himself, if he did that this mech could find it weird and he did want to make somewhat of a name for himself. One that didn’t involve being the “on-base “sparkling” (as a lot of mechs were calling him that word, “sparkling”).
So he finally looked up with a smile and a bright look. “H-Hey! Are you Smokescreen?”
Smokescreen looked to the young human as if he had grown three additional heads. Was he Smokescreen? What sort of question was that? But then again, it was a fair one given that there were so many bots around the place now.
"Yep. That's me! What's your name?"
Was this kid looking for him? Or was he just trying to find each bot so that he could put a name to a face. If it were the latter, it would certainly take him awhile to get through everyone, and that wasn't even including everyone at the second Autobot base down in Crown City!
Chris nodded his head eagerly at the mech, a bit of excitement entering him. Of course, this is the biggest thing he wanted to learn about: where he came from, who he was. And this mech, he hoped would hold some of the answers he sought. But, not knowing if he knew whether he was half Praxian or not he approached Smokescreen carefully. “Yeah, uh, a few of your friends sent me your way. I uh, don’t know if you heard but they’re calling me a techno organic,” he said as he forced another transformation.
As soon as his young Praxian form was present, he continued. “They uh... They say the mech that was used to make me was a Praxian. Which I kinda don’t understand totally. But I uh... I want to know more about it, about where I come from,” he then added with some hesitation. “They said you’re Praxian too and could maybe help me out with that.. if you want to I mean... No pressure.”
Either way, Smokescreen was completely confused as to why they'd sent this kid to him for questions on Praxus. It wasn't that he didn't mind. He just didn't see it coming. He would've expected one of the higher up guys to give Chris here the talk, but eh. He'd get to play storyteller here. He let Chris wonder into his quarters, walking right back into the room himself.
"Well.. Praxus is one of the many cities on Cybertron, though it was destroyed during the war. I wasn't there when it happened cause I was training to join the Elite Guard, but.. it was a really nice place. Had just about everything! But.. then it was destroyed because of the Decepticons and.. yeah." Somberness hit Smokescreen for a moment, thinking back to his home before everything went down.
"We got these fancy doorwings. We can do this!" Immediately the young mech began to flutter his doorwings just to show off.
Chris took a seat down on the ground listening intently to what the older Praxian had to say. So they had lost their home? That definitely made Chris somber too. That meant that there wasn’t a lot of their culture left and now MECH had destroyed yet another Praxian. How messed up was that? He looked at the mech with a curious head tilt. “Why would the Decepticons want to destroy Praxus specifically? Did they Uh... Have something against us?” He questioned. “Seems pretty messed up if you ask me.”
He did really perk up however at the mention of the doorwings. He’d wondered about those for the better part of his time knowing he could transform. He’d also noticed there were not many other Autobots around that had them, which had his curiosity. “Whoa! I didn’t know we could to that!” He notes as he eagerly stood up and gave it a try himself. “Whoaaa that’s so cool! My dad would have went nuts if he saw that! He and I used to wonder if I could fly or something.”
There was a bit of a sadness as he talked about his dad. He would have gone crazy about a lot of things if he were there, really.
"That's the thing, Chris. It's wasn't specifically Praxus." Smokescreen grimaced a bit. Chris didn't know about the war, or at least he didn't in detail. Looked like he was going to have to break it to him. "You see.. when the war first broke out, there were many city states that remained neutral to it all. They were just pieces on a board.. and whoever controlled the most territory had the advantage, right? So.. the Decepticons went for Praxus, and when Praxus refused.. yeah. The Autobots did what they could, but even then there was no winner of that battle. Praxus fell, many lives were lost, and no one gained control of Praxus."
Either way, the mood definitely lighted when Chris expressed how awesome he thought his doorwings were. The talk of a dad certainly confused him, and Smokescreen was curious to know more.
Chris cringed at the thought. Admittedly he didn’t know much about the war right now - he felt in a way mostly the Autobots were trying to keep him out of the darker aspects. But now he was starting to feel the gravity of the situation and maybe understand the war a bit more. “God it sounds worse than World War II... Especially if it’s still going,” he rubbed the back of his neck a little. “I guess you and the others were the lucky ones then.”
He paused when Smokescreen brought his dad up.
The boy gave a small smile as he leaned against the wall. “Uh well I guess he wasn’t my “dad” biologically. But, you see I was made by these people called MECH. My uh... My dad was one of them, but he saw what they wanted to do with me. Do some stuff to me, make me a weapon,” he looked thoughtful. “He decided to take me and raise me, you know? Couldn’t set the guy that contributed to my DNA free since they killed him. He was a great guy. I owe my life to him...”
He then added. “But uh, once I transformed the first time they were able to find us. They killed him when he wouldn’t hand me over... So here I am.” It was a bit somber to talk about but it was getting easier.
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