Lost

[techbilt]

Gift for Autobotwheelie on Tumblr.

“We’re lost.”

“We’re not lost.”

“Yeah we are,” argued Wheelie.  “I mean come on! Look at that cluster!  We’re nowhere near where we wanna be!” The orange mecha sat at one of the areas where a pilot could plot their course.  They were originally headed toward Archon, currently Wheelie was pretty sure that they were instead headed in the opposite direction.

“No thats obviously the Necro cluster.  You’re lost,” argued Lockdown right back.  THe retired Bounty Hunter put the ship on autopilot before joining the smaller orange mech at the station to look over the maps.  “No look see, Necro Cluster, that weird constellation that looks like a yawning Autobot sigil, the void, then Archons in this cluster here.  See we zig zag - we’re right on course.”

The ship trembled thanks to what?  Asteroids. The Autopilot was good for many things, avoiding giant rocks moving at breakneck speeds was not one of the many things his ships AI was all that great at.  

“No see?  If we zig then zag we end up in quentessa!”

“Hey what the frags the problem I just got Hunter down for a nap and I’m tired,” stated Prowl entering the conn the shaking or you two arguing is going to wake him up - and you know how anxious Hunter is already!”  Prowls door wings were flared out, he looked exhausted and yep arguing was going to have to be done at a later time.

“But we’re going the wrong way,” retorted Wheelie.  

“We are not going the wrong way,” replied Lockdown.  

“Hey,” yelled Prowl.  “Yout two! Stop arguing!  Wheelie part of the deal for coming was you had to not fight with Lockdown.”

“But he’s going the wrong way!  If you want to go to Archon he should be heading toward vector 9.3654 not this way.  This way goes to quintessa! And he started it!”

“What!?  No I didn’t!  I only asked if you wanted to help me navigate, not be a backseat pilot.”

Prowl threw his helm back and his door wings pressed against his back down low.  He grunted long and frustrated attempting to get his emotions backs in check. He really didn’t want to say anything that would put him into a difficult situation, especially when they had another few days till they got to his brother colony.  A family vacation he said - it would be fun he said. The kids would enjoy it he said.

“Lockdown, be an adult.  Wheelie, I know for a fact Lockdown didn’t start this argument you did.  Lockdowns been nothing but nice to you since you met your the one who has this beef with him.  So Wheelie get over it, Lockdowns on the right course just let it go mech.   Find something else to do and Primus forbid either of you two wake Hunter up.”

Prowl was glad to see that after his round of scolding his lover and his unofficial adopted son had the two separated and doing their own thing, Hunter hadn’t woken from his nap yet and Prowl was hanging out in the entertainment room watching their son recharge in his playpen, a stuffed animal in one arm and Lockdowns poncho in the other.

The other thing that surprised him was that they had apparently turned around.  Prowl sent a questioning ping to Lockdown before waiting for a ping back.

:: Wheelie was right, I was going the wrong way. ::

:: How did you know? ::

:: You said we were going the right way. ::