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Chapter 4
“Brother?” the still conscious femme asked.
“What is it?” he whispered back.
“How low are our lives when I comforted a sparkling with the promise of oral interface?”
Euphoria shrugged despite lying on his front. “I’d say pretty slagging low.”
She glared away in disgust. “This isn’t fragging right,” Ecstasy growled quietly. “What did we do to deserve this? What did she do to deserve a life where going down on some bot is the best fragging option she has?”
The mech shrugged again and moved to protectively hold his baby sister. “What did Prima do to deserve the Matrix? What did the miners do to deserve mining? What did Contrail do to deserve becoming a pimp? We were born into these positions, sister. Nothing more, nothing less.” He affectionately kissed the back of Paradise’s helm.
The sparkling stirred and fluttered her optics open.
“Power down, Dise,” Blazing Ecstasy smiled as she gripped her sister’s servo. “Nothing’s going on.”
The femmling stared unfocusedly at her older sister for a moment without response. She then snuggled closer into her brother and drifted back into recharge.
The two older Transformers said nothing for a while, both waiting for their little starshine to fall deeper into recharge. Forbidden Euphoria absentmindedly noted how their perfume smelled mildly less repulsive than the condemned building, and Blazing Ecstasy occasionally squeezed Paradise’s servo, optics lazily resting on the flickering broadcasting screen.
Suddenly, she recognized something. The red femme sat up and moved closer to the screen.
It was the mech!
“Euphoria!” she whispered, keeping her green optics glued to the gladiatorial fight.
“Mm?”
“It’s him! It’s the mech who helped me the other night!”
The eldest of the trio sat up and gently pulled away from Paradise. He crawled to the screen.
“So this is your sav…ior. Wow.” Forbidden Euphoria raised his optic ridges in astonishment.
Blazing Ecstasy watched with wide optics as the gladiator took on the massive beast. “He’s amazing,” she breathed out.
The pair watched in awe as he fought. Finally, the gladiator stood victorious over his opponent. The crowd softly roared from the broadcasting screen.
“And once again,” laughed the announcer, “Kaon’s rising champion from the mines has proven victorious.”
“Didn’t you say he was injured?” Euphoria hissed.
“He-he was!” Ecstasy insisted.
“Shh! Not so loud.”
She dropped her voice. “When I saw him the night before, he was limping and losing energon and could barely stand.”
Euphoria looked at the screen in disbelief. “Are you sure that’s him?”
“Brother,” she stated, “I will never forget him after what he did for us.”
The broadcasting screen cut to the gladiatorial ‘infirmary’ where the announcer was badgering the victor.
“You know, D-16, we’ve watched you succeed time and time again against foes more experienced, more deadly, and much larger than you. What is your secret? What makes you so effective in the pits?”
He gave the announcer an annoyed look before pondering upon the question.
As the medics welded his wounds shut, the gladiator answered the question. “Because I’m not fighting for credits or glory or because I hate everyone, like most of the other gladiators. I fight for Cybertron.”
The announcer laughed. “You fight for Cybertron? And how is killing a few Insecticons and pummeling your fellow Cybertronians supposed to be fighting for Cybertron?”
“Because I give my people hope,” he answered simply. “Because when they see me beat supposedly greater opponents and speak against the upper castes, it gives them hope that they will have the strength to do as I do.”
“I’m sure,” The announcer laughed. “Well, mechlings and femmlings, it turns out that D-16 here has written his very own series of essays ‘to inspire hope and change for a better Cybertron.’ Be sure to download a couple in your data pads or bum a look off of a friend’s. It’s free!”
The broadcasting screen finally went dark.
“D-16,” Blazing Ecstasy whispered his designation reverently.
“So that’s the gladiator who spared your spark last night, saved Dise a few weldings on her aft, and provided for the three of us.”
She nodded. “I just,” the red femme trailed off. “I just can’t believe how lucky I was to meet him.”
The brother and sister crawled back to where the femmling was in recharge.
“Hey, brother.”
“Yeah?”
“I’m going to work tomorrow, like seriously work tomorrow.”
Forbidden Euphoria eyed her incredulously. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Well, I want to get something and I don’t want to dip into the gift D-16 gave us,” she embraced Paradise with one arm.
He still looked at her in disbelief. “Alright,” he said, still surprised by his sister’s proclamation. “And what exactly are you planning on getting with the credits you earn?”
Blazing Ecstasy didn’t meet her older brother’s gaze. “A data pad.”
“A data pad?” he asked, growing more and more dubious. “Since when do you ever even read?”
“Oh shut up,” she muttered, a hurt look in her green optics.
The barely adult mech sighed and reached over Paradise to touch the red femme’s shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he murmured in the darkness. “Is it because of D-16? The essay he wrote?”
Ecstasy nodded. “It just feels right,” she explained. “I mean, he spared my spark even after I tried to mug him and then he did all those things for me. I guess I could read his essay as pay back.”
“Fine,” Euphoria relented to her as if giving her his consent. “Though Contrail’s going to be surprised to even see you willingly pleasuring the doms.”
The red femme smiled. “I know. The only way to get me to frag or blow a client is by being beaten and raped into screwing them, but I’m going to make an exception tomorrow.”
Her brother shrugged. “If that’s what you want, I won’t stop you.”
“Mmm,” she responded tiredly as she offlined her artificially-colored optics. “Good night, brother.”
“Good night, sister,” he murmured back, grasping the servo that was draped over Paradise. “I love you.”
