Nexus. Blue's Bar. Haunting the premises.

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"Lighten up, Cyclonus." Ratchet pauses and looks around as he steps into Blue's. "We're here to talk to people and relax a little."

"I see no point in going to a bar when we can no longer drink," grumbles his teammate irritably, answering the bar owner's friendly grin with a severe scowl.

"You're just mad because Gally glomped you in public again." The former Autobot CMO chuckles.

Cyclonus growls quietly. "Lady Galvatron is welcome to do whatever she pleases. It's none of your business, Autobot."

"How about that table?"

"Suit yourself." Cyclonus looks at a glowing Cybertron Sunset longingly as he settles at the table near the door.

"Ahh." Ratchet leans back with a wide grin on his face, then tips his head to Blackout, who lifts one browridge and buries her face in her cube of high-grade. "You Decepticons are such a cheerful bunch sometimes. It just warms my spark."

"You are a spark."

"And you're being deliberately difficult." He frowns at the other free spark.

Cyclonus gives him a slow smirk that asks what he's going to do about it.

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"Yes I do. Her name's Oriana 2, and she's just a few months old." Ratchet answers the last question first, and Jet will probably be able to feel his pride in that new spark. "And of course Hormah likes you. You haven't done anything to slag her off... not that that would probably change her mind, come to think of it."

Cyclonus' frown changes to a slight scowl, and he doesn't look at Jet as Primus pokes him. -I don't want to tell him that. What is the relevance? ...Fine.-

"Relax, young one. I had no idea what to do the first time a femme kissed me, either."

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“Oriana? That’s pretty,” Jet said; the feeling of pride coming from the former-CMO as blindingly bright as a photon missile exploding on impact. Few months in, well, from Jet’s experience (being a factory made mech from a universe where mechs and femmes assumed their adult roles almost immediately in their lives), that meant training. At some war academy or THE War Academy, or boot camp basic training, or other institution. Or at least some sort of mentorship… he thought the Autobots mentored their young for the most parts instead of the Decepticon way of tossing them immediately into the camps and academies. “So what’s she training for?” Granddaughter… maybe a medic?

Jet’s education was rushed training in the camps. His factory lot were needed as replacements in some of the more out of the way garrisons so that more seasoned warriors could be sent to more important assignments. He was just to be a grunt with a gun – expendable – so aside from indoctrination, not much effort was needed to spent.

“Oh, okay, so it’s a Hormah thing? Oh…” But still… FIRST KISS! FIRST KISS! Oh my Primus. Jet really wasn’t caring that it was a femme or a mech doing the kissing – as the people in his universe generally didn’t give two drill bits either way – but he’d thought that it’d never happen and – FIRST KISS! Way ultra gear…

Well, looked like things were starting to sink in for this youngmech. Would explain the silly grin that was peeking through the embarrassment now just a bit.

“Really sir?” Jet felt a bit a little bit better. So the stammering and the flailing and the whole general WOWness of the experience was normal after all?

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Cyclonus nods, fuddled confusion and absolute adoration slipping through his shields as he thinks of his commander. "Knowing my lady Galvatron she probably did it to confuse me."

"Yeah, Gally's good at that." Ratchet chuckles. "She and Blackout... it must be a Decepticon femme thing."

The former CMO nods to Jet. "Hormah likes everyone, and she's an affectionate kid. She'll go far in Primus' ranks." The pride leaks through again. "Oriana's named for her grandmother, and function wise... well, it's starting to look like diplomacy. Though right now her main focus is assuring her creators that she won't be going to the Allspark early like her brother Spike did."