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// Chapter 2:   Arguing with the con’s 
// Story: Project: Decepticon. 
// by Something_Wrong 
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Twilight and her friends walked into the prison access room, past the cybertronian guards into a medium sized silver room with four mechs all wearing war grade energon infused cuffs. three of them had wings, looking similar but with different colors, (presumably the command trine) were huddled in the corner, their wings twitching and pointed at attention, Twilight could see emotions passing across their face plates but she couldn't make out much more, she could also hear them murmuring and whispering along with a lot of nervous sounding seeker trills.
On the other side of the room, a red shiny ground mech was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, obviously not interested in interacting with the seekers and holding it together only a little better than the trio. The briefing informed Twilight that his name was Knockout and he was the (former) Decepticon medic, who was extremely vain and though Twilight and her friends had never interacted or seen him up close they didn’t trust him anymore then the other 3 former ‘cons they would need to deal with until this whole “reform program” was through.
Even in prison, they were all quite shiny though, so he looked about the same, maybe just a little shinier.
“Ooo, their paint jobs are simply divine, don’t you think?” Rarity raved 
“Rarity! Stop complimenting the enemy!” Dash stated angrily.
“They're not the enemy anymore, no matter how they act, the war is over. And the nicer we are the better.” Twilight corrected.
“Fine so were not battle enemies but we can still be ‘civil’ enemies, right? So I can still hate them, and Rarity still can't compliment their coats, I mean paint jobs.” Rainbow countered “ For crying out loud, there ‘cons it’s not like they’ll appreciate the comment.”She continued getting an unamused glare from Twilight.
“ Well, I personally thought it was very nice and was going to acknowledge the compliment.” A smooth and slightly sarcastic voice said from over were Knockout now stood.
“ Yeah, well no one asked you!” Rainbow said in an annoyed voice now getting a glare from all her friends, a second later the seeker trio was standing and walking over.
“Well, if you're talking about us behind our backs so rudely it’s common sense that we would say something,” Starscream said, his scratchy voice laced with distaste for the tiny, four-legged, flesh creatures.
“They look so gross, they're worse than humans! I kinda wanna squish ‘em” Skywarp laughed, not truly paying attention to the topic everyone else was. Pinkie’s eyes widen at this. Her smile drops into an angry frown as she jumps up and freezes into the air meeting a gaze with Skywarp.
“And what's that supposed to mean you meanie!?” Her legs shook as she spoke. “Do you think the readers want to have to read such rudeness? This is a PG story for crying out loud! PG!!” She finished before slowly going back to the ground, landing on her hooves. Skywarp frowned for a second before smiling at her, 
"Well, I don't know what that whole PG story thing means but what I meant is it would be very easy to just take you between my digits (fingers) and kill you with a little bit of pressure, even without my weapons. How does that sound pink fleshy.” Pinkie gasped and ran up Skywarp and to his face. 
“PG! NOT R!” She screeched, giving Starscream a competition for an irritable voice.

Skywarp looked at Thundercracker “Hey TC you understand this weird fleshy slang?” He asked
“Nope” TC responded,  Hey ‘Scream, you?” TC said, snapping their trine leader out of his thoughts
“Hmm? Oh, no.” He said absentmindedly, still, halfway through his thoughts, probably trying to think up a way out of this. Skywarp, sent a ping of confusion through the bond to get his attention,
“YES?!” he suddenly seethed, aggravated at being interrupted from his thinking again 
“Were you even listening?” TC asked him.

    Pinkie just stood on Skywarp patiently waiting for them to stop before continuing to rant. She sat on his head casually as if this was normal and nothing was happening. 
“No. And ‘warp, why do you have that pink meat sack on your head?” Starscream questioned.
Pinkie looked at Starscream and waved to him happily. “And what does that arm waving mean?” The red and grey mech continued.
“It means she is greeting you.” Twilight deadpanned looking up at Starscream.
“Really? Disgusting thing looks like it’s glitching.” he sneered at her with disdain.
“HELLO! I’M PINKIE PIE!” Pinkie bounced, she bounced right to Starscream’s face. “Your eyes…..They are so bright!” She gazed into a trance. “I want to touch them…” She reached her front hoof out. Starscream eminently jumped backward,
“DON’T TOUCH ME!!” he hisses/shrieked at her defensively. Thundercracker and Skywarp snickered at Starscream's extravagant reaction.

Eventually, Prowl took the speaker and began talking to the group, “OK! Starscream, Thundercracker, Skywarp, Knockout  you four will be partaking in the five stellar cycles long rehabilitation program lead by these six ponies, your weapons will be disabled if you try to shoot at any ponies, automatically as will your ability to transform, but as seekers, you need to fly is in your coding and if you go without flying for too long you’ll get skysick so we’re hoping it won’t come to that. Anyway, your cuffs will be disabled, and once you leave this building, you will be under the ponies authority until the five stellar cycle program is over.”

The trines optics widened at the words “five stellar cycles” And and immediately rushed to each other sides and started talking to each other in seeker trills that sounded nervous and angry. Twilight gulped, she was going to have to deal with this…..with them, for the next FIVE YEARS.
“Oh boy,” she muttered.