Angel 3
Chapter 2
Kup paced within his apartment, anxiety filling his spark. Today was the day. Today his reputation would be ruined. He could remember exactly how he got into this mess.
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Kup leaned against the wall and took another small puff on his cy-gar. Ah, the sweet smoke filled his intake and stilled the fine trembling from his servos. He had almost waited too long to satiate his need. He had started on cy-gars for pleasure long ago- after so long it was now a necessity. A fact Kup hide even from himself.
As he savored his forbidden treat, a voice from the dark suddenly had reality crashing done.
"Well, well well. Sergeant Kup, what do we have here? Surely a bot as old as you knows the policy about cy-gar smoking? Wouldn't want something like this to make it to the council or the Magnus' attention now would you?"
Tradewind was an unscrupulous trader of a truckbot, nearly on par with Swindle only Autobot allied.
"Tradewind, what do you want? I cain't and won't give you weapons or mods to sell ta keep my aft outta the slagheap. So what da you want, since I suspect you ain't here at random?"
Tradewind smirked, "You see, it works like this- I need to, convince a few bot such as yourself that they need to take part in a little opportunity-"
"I ain't a whore, Tradewind."
"Yes, I know. Here's the deal- I get a comision when I bring my employers certain mechs they have been trying to get for a certain publication?"
"What kinda publication?" Kup looked at the mech suspicously.
"I believe you know it- Playbot? You pose, spark showing, and I forget I ever saw you here. Do we have a deal?"
"What?!? Why da frag would they want old bot like me?"
"It doesn't matter; either you'll show for a photoshoot or I ruin your career- what's left of it anyway."
He tossed a small datapad at Kup's peds, transformed and sped of into the darkness he had come from. Kup stood there, and his proud shoulders slumped as he realized he had no choice.
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Kup sat on a chair and pulled out a cube of high grade from his subspace. Sipping it slowly, he tried not to think about how he was going to explain this to Autobot Command and the Council. He shuddered as his thoughts turned to the ordeal called a photoshoot.
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Kup had slowly transformed at the large towering building that housed the Playbot complex with the fabled Playbot Penthouse located at the top.
He did not want to be here.
Trudging to the doors, Kup entered the lobby and actually blushed for the first time in so long he couldn't actually remember when that was. The lobby looked like a sex toy store had mated with a XXX moviehouse and a brothel then all three had exploded. Everywhere one looked were advertisements for Playbot's newest porn flicks, advertisers had interfacing toys and stimulants in display cases while scantily armored bots sashayed about seductively.
Cautious moving through the sea of communicable 'facing diseases, he made it unaccosted to the front desk and handed over the pad Tradewind had given him.
"Oh. yes! We've been expecting you. Use the elevator to the fifth floor, studio 37. The prep team is waiting to spruce you up a bit before you begin."
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'Spruce up', hah! Five cycles had passed before he was able to escape the prep team's clutches.
He had gone from the slag heap, right into the smelter.
Another six cycles of being moved into the positions they wanted, of countless photos being taken to the yelled refrain of ' primus at least look a little happy or try for not miserable.'
Kup shuddered at the thought of the ordeal he had suffered and would suffer through now that the photos were being published. He took a long pull from the cube and savored the slow burn.
A chime at the door, caused him to set aside his high grade and see who was here this time of day.
As he opened his door, his optics widened and chaos ensued.
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Reflector was infuriated.
It had taken him all day, with all three of his frames working non-stop but nearly all the copies of that...that...outrage had been collected and destroyed. The 'nearly all' part was the problem, based on the number of copies made that he had gotten when he had hacked Playbots database to erase all the photos of his Kup from their memory core, there were still four copies out there.
Four copies of his beloved Kup being forced to look like a...a..common pleasurebot. Oh his poor Kup, to have made to suffer so. When he finds the one responsible for this outrage, their spark will be delivered to Oil Slick in a box.
As Reflector turned back to his console he began to hack into the Playbot database once more. Pulling up the shipping information for this morning when that atrocity had been delivered, he found each listing and checked to see how many he had bought, stolen or forced the giving of. One by one he crossed of the list until only two listing remained: three had been delivered to the Towers' private mail room and the last had been sent by courier to his beloved Kup as he was the main bot covered- Reflector's spark flared as he remembered opening the filth to see a full centerfold of his beloved, sparkplates fully open and the most miserable look on his faceplates as if he would have rather been anywhere else but there.
He would have to have Spectro to infiltrate the nobles' private territory and steal then, and hack away the memories of having seen his Kup in such a state.
But first he would have to go and get the copy from his beloved Kup, and see if he needed comforting from such trauma.
Reflector transformed into his current disguised alt-form, a large truckbot and drove off towards his dearest Kup's apartment. Arriving quickly, since he was never far from his Kup if he could help it, he headed up to the third floor apartment and raised a servo to the chime. Then he stopped, the door was ajar. Kup would never allow such a security breech. Thinking somebot was attempting to steal from his bot, Reflector pushed the door open and strode in- then he froze in horror. The apartment was in shambles, signs of a struggle everywhere. And there in the center of the front room, a half smoked cy-gar had gone out.
Kup paced within his apartment, anxiety filling his spark. Today was the day. Today his reputation would be ruined. He could remember exactly how he got into this mess.
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Kup leaned against the wall and took another small puff on his cy-gar. Ah, the sweet smoke filled his intake and stilled the fine trembling from his servos. He had almost waited too long to satiate his need. He had started on cy-gars for pleasure long ago- after so long it was now a necessity. A fact Kup hide even from himself.
As he savored his forbidden treat, a voice from the dark suddenly had reality crashing done.
"Well, well well. Sergeant Kup, what do we have here? Surely a bot as old as you knows the policy about cy-gar smoking? Wouldn't want something like this to make it to the council or the Magnus' attention now would you?"
Tradewind was an unscrupulous trader of a truckbot, nearly on par with Swindle only Autobot allied.
"Tradewind, what do you want? I cain't and won't give you weapons or mods to sell ta keep my aft outta the slagheap. So what da you want, since I suspect you ain't here at random?"
Tradewind smirked, "You see, it works like this- I need to, convince a few bot such as yourself that they need to take part in a little opportunity-"
"I ain't a whore, Tradewind."
"Yes, I know. Here's the deal- I get a comision when I bring my employers certain mechs they have been trying to get for a certain publication?"
"What kinda publication?" Kup looked at the mech suspicously.
"I believe you know it- Playbot? You pose, spark showing, and I forget I ever saw you here. Do we have a deal?"
"What?!? Why da frag would they want old bot like me?"
"It doesn't matter; either you'll show for a photoshoot or I ruin your career- what's left of it anyway."
He tossed a small datapad at Kup's peds, transformed and sped of into the darkness he had come from. Kup stood there, and his proud shoulders slumped as he realized he had no choice.
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Kup sat on a chair and pulled out a cube of high grade from his subspace. Sipping it slowly, he tried not to think about how he was going to explain this to Autobot Command and the Council. He shuddered as his thoughts turned to the ordeal called a photoshoot.
=========================================
Kup had slowly transformed at the large towering building that housed the Playbot complex with the fabled Playbot Penthouse located at the top.
He did not want to be here.
Trudging to the doors, Kup entered the lobby and actually blushed for the first time in so long he couldn't actually remember when that was. The lobby looked like a sex toy store had mated with a XXX moviehouse and a brothel then all three had exploded. Everywhere one looked were advertisements for Playbot's newest porn flicks, advertisers had interfacing toys and stimulants in display cases while scantily armored bots sashayed about seductively.
Cautious moving through the sea of communicable 'facing diseases, he made it unaccosted to the front desk and handed over the pad Tradewind had given him.
"Oh. yes! We've been expecting you. Use the elevator to the fifth floor, studio 37. The prep team is waiting to spruce you up a bit before you begin."
===============================================
'Spruce up', hah! Five cycles had passed before he was able to escape the prep team's clutches.
He had gone from the slag heap, right into the smelter.
Another six cycles of being moved into the positions they wanted, of countless photos being taken to the yelled refrain of ' primus at least look a little happy or try for not miserable.'
Kup shuddered at the thought of the ordeal he had suffered and would suffer through now that the photos were being published. He took a long pull from the cube and savored the slow burn.
A chime at the door, caused him to set aside his high grade and see who was here this time of day.
As he opened his door, his optics widened and chaos ensued.
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Reflector was infuriated.
It had taken him all day, with all three of his frames working non-stop but nearly all the copies of that...that...outrage had been collected and destroyed. The 'nearly all' part was the problem, based on the number of copies made that he had gotten when he had hacked Playbots database to erase all the photos of his Kup from their memory core, there were still four copies out there.
Four copies of his beloved Kup being forced to look like a...a..common pleasurebot. Oh his poor Kup, to have made to suffer so. When he finds the one responsible for this outrage, their spark will be delivered to Oil Slick in a box.
As Reflector turned back to his console he began to hack into the Playbot database once more. Pulling up the shipping information for this morning when that atrocity had been delivered, he found each listing and checked to see how many he had bought, stolen or forced the giving of. One by one he crossed of the list until only two listing remained: three had been delivered to the Towers' private mail room and the last had been sent by courier to his beloved Kup as he was the main bot covered- Reflector's spark flared as he remembered opening the filth to see a full centerfold of his beloved, sparkplates fully open and the most miserable look on his faceplates as if he would have rather been anywhere else but there.
He would have to have Spectro to infiltrate the nobles' private territory and steal then, and hack away the memories of having seen his Kup in such a state.
But first he would have to go and get the copy from his beloved Kup, and see if he needed comforting from such trauma.
Reflector transformed into his current disguised alt-form, a large truckbot and drove off towards his dearest Kup's apartment. Arriving quickly, since he was never far from his Kup if he could help it, he headed up to the third floor apartment and raised a servo to the chime. Then he stopped, the door was ajar. Kup would never allow such a security breech. Thinking somebot was attempting to steal from his bot, Reflector pushed the door open and strode in- then he froze in horror. The apartment was in shambles, signs of a struggle everywhere. And there in the center of the front room, a half smoked cy-gar had gone out.