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“Sometimes I wonder how I became a captain, I didn't like the younglings before.. “ Black Hook muttered, looking thoughtfully at the team, specifically his crewmates, Heavy Iron scoffed next to him, the two not fighting for once.. probably because Jun had their weapon cards and Blue Cop had their weapons.
“You've fallen prey to your programming. Bots our age are rare, it's only natural that you took at least one under your.. wing. To ensure the species survival.” The truck said.
Black Hook rolled his optics. "I've always knew it was some biological bullshit and yet I still somehow ended up with two brats..."
He huffed, crossing his arms over his chassis. "And you? How come you haven't taken at least one under your wing?"
Heavy Iron huffed too, his shoulders rolling in a nonchalant shrug. "I'm a loner. Always have been, always will be."
Black Hook raised an optic ridge "You are telling me that I've 'fallen prey to my programming'.. Well at least I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing, and you are just here, not contributing to the population at all."
"And what exactly is wrong with that?" Heavy Iron asked, his optics narrowing. "Not everyone has to contribute to the population. Some of us value our freedom and our independence."
Black Hook rolled his optic again. "Spare me the whole 'individualistic' routine. You're just scared of commitment."
Heavy Iron bristled at that, his frame tensing. "I'm not scared of commitment." he snapped. "I just don't see the point in burdening myself with unnecessary responsibilities."
"Unnecessary responsibilities, huh?" Black Hook echoed, a hint of mockery in his voice. "You mean like taking care of a young bot? Providing guidance, support, even love and care?"
Heavy Iron scowled. "As if you're provideing that. The bots under your care are like sidekicks to be discarded."
Black Hook bristled himself, his optic's narrowing. "That's not true. I take care of my crew, they're not disposable."
Heavy Iron let out a dismissive sound. "Please. You don't even bother to remember their names."
"Of course I do."
"Then tell me."
Black Hook paused, his optic flickering in annoyance. "Buffalo Crush. Buster Gallon."
Heavy Iron pointed at Blue Cop in the distance.
"That one's not mine.. he is adopted." The capitan muttered.
"I'm not! Stop trying to adopt me I'm an adult!" The bot yelled from the distance
The two looked at eachother. "Still a kid to us right?" Black Hook muttered.
Heavy Iron chuckled, a deep and rumbling sound. "Yeah, still a kid."
Black Hook sat down on the ground, his servo rubbing at his optic in frustration. "This is such a mess."
Heavy Iron nodded in agreement. "Tell me about it. We're surrounded by younglings, and you're definetly stuck with two."
Black Hook let out a sigh. "It's a curse.. oh. I know someone that has it worse than me. Gigantrex had a lot, truly a lot. Now he has three."
Heavy Iron's optics widened, his surprised visible. "Three? That's alredy a lot."
Black Hook rolled his optic. "Tell me about it. And one if them is very clingy.. and a trouble maker."
Heavy Iron's optics narrowed. "I hope I never meet him. We have enough younglings here as it is."
"Ye."