[TPC] Terms and Conditions
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dracoqueen22Title: Terms and Conditions
Universe: TF, Consortium AU, The Prime’s Consorts AU
Characters: Chromia
Rating: K
Description: The offer comes the very same day she says goodbye to Ironhide, and Chromia decides it’s a risk she has to take.
For sunnysidesofblue.
The offer comes the day she kisses Ironhide goodbye, reluctantly releasing him to the transport that will take him to the Prime Estate for his “honeymoon” with the new Prime.
She has only the vaguest idea of what will happen to her Intended, and all of her assumptions follow a terrible path. Primes are not good mechs. Primes do not treat their Consorts well. And Ironhide is not one to take mistreatment like a good soldier.
If he resists, if he fights back, as she knows he will, then Chromia cannot guess what might happen.
She may never see her Intended again. This Optimus could be as possessive of his Consorts as his predecessors. He could keep Ironhide in a cage, and there’d be none to protest. None who would be heard at any rate.
So long as Optimus Prime is not causing problems for the Senate, the Senate is happy to let their Prime do whatever he wants, just like his predecessors.
The worry gnaws at her.
Chromia knows she cannot spend the next two weeks pacing throughout an empty habsuite, surrounded by the memories of a life she and Ironhide planned to build together. It will only drive her to madness.
It had been hard enough to stand in the crowd, watching with so many others, as her Intended had verbally promised himself to Optimus Prime, publicly sealing their bond. Her spark had shrank within her chassis, turning into a tiny ball of anger and outrage and more emotions too vibrant to name.
No, she cannot sit around this empty habsuite, growing angrier and angrier, until she convinces herself to do something drastic. She’ll have to go elsewhere, to someone who can remind her of consequences and repercussions.
Perhaps Firestar is back in the city.
The communication arrives while she’s packing, and it’s hand-delivered by a mech proudly bearing the crest of the Prime’s Guard.
“What is it?” Chromia asks.
The mech -- young, by her guess, newly appointed to the Guard -- shakes his head and says, “I’m not at liberty to know, sir. I was told to keep the strictest confidence.”
She takes the datapad and runs her finger over the crest of the office of the Prime, etched into the surface of the cover. Beneath, in a delicate glyph-script, it reads “From the desk of Optimus Prime.”
What the…?
Chromia looks at the guard, a dozen questions on her lips, but he shakes his head and snaps off a quick salute.
“I’m just the messenger, sir,” he says. “Have a nice day.”
Chromia retreats into the habsuite, door closing behind her, and sinks into the nearest chair. Her ventilations turn shallow as she thumbs on the device -- which has been keyed to her energy signature no less -- and the first document flashes into view.
It’s a letter from Optimus Prime himself.
No, more than that.
It’s an invitation.
He wants her to be the captain of his guard, to lead the security force responsible for keeping him safe. He wants to put everything in her hands: security measures, training, protocols, hiring and firing.
He’s putting his life in her hands.
This is more than a promotion. This is Chromia skipping a dozen rungs up the military ladder, working closely with some of the most elite mechs in Cybertronian history. She’ll be with Optimus Prime wherever he goes, and by extension, his Consorts as well.
She’ll be with Ironhide.
What the frag does it mean?
Chromia’s fingers tremble where she grips the datapad. She has only to sign the paperwork, and it’ll be final. She doesn’t have to wait for a hearing, she doesn’t have to interview or prove her worth.
Optimus Prime has personally requested her, and while the Senate could protest, Chromia can’t imagine a reason why they would bother. They’ve always left the Prime to his own ends, so long as it doesn’t conflict with their agenda.
Is the offer genuine? Is it a bribe?
What does it mean?
Chromia reads the request twice more, trying to glean the truth between the lines, and looking for any bit of fine print. But it’s the most straightforward job offer she has ever received. The job description is clear and concise, and the benefits outlined in straightforward terms.
It’s a job she would not have hesitated to take in any other situation. She wishes she could talk it over with Ironhide. Primus, but she misses him already.
He’ll have to move to Iacon to be with the Prime. They’ll never share this hab-suite again. The job offer pays for her to relocate to Iacon as she’ll need to be close to the Prime as well.
It actually offers her a room in the Prime Residence.
Will the Prime allow them to have a relationship? Chromia doesn’t know. Could she handle being so close to Ironhide, but having to keep her distance? Is a little better than nothing at all?
She can’t keep Ironhide safe here in Nova Cronum, but if she’s in Iacon, if she has the Prime’s audial, perhaps she has a chance. She’ll be able to have firsthand knowledge of Optimus Prime, and she can decide if he’s worthy of Ironhide or not.
There’s really no debate, is there?
Chromia cycles a ventilation and signs her glyph to the contract.
***
Universe: TF, Consortium AU, The Prime’s Consorts AU
Characters: Chromia
Rating: K
Description: The offer comes the very same day she says goodbye to Ironhide, and Chromia decides it’s a risk she has to take.
For sunnysidesofblue.
The offer comes the day she kisses Ironhide goodbye, reluctantly releasing him to the transport that will take him to the Prime Estate for his “honeymoon” with the new Prime.
She has only the vaguest idea of what will happen to her Intended, and all of her assumptions follow a terrible path. Primes are not good mechs. Primes do not treat their Consorts well. And Ironhide is not one to take mistreatment like a good soldier.
If he resists, if he fights back, as she knows he will, then Chromia cannot guess what might happen.
She may never see her Intended again. This Optimus could be as possessive of his Consorts as his predecessors. He could keep Ironhide in a cage, and there’d be none to protest. None who would be heard at any rate.
So long as Optimus Prime is not causing problems for the Senate, the Senate is happy to let their Prime do whatever he wants, just like his predecessors.
The worry gnaws at her.
Chromia knows she cannot spend the next two weeks pacing throughout an empty habsuite, surrounded by the memories of a life she and Ironhide planned to build together. It will only drive her to madness.
It had been hard enough to stand in the crowd, watching with so many others, as her Intended had verbally promised himself to Optimus Prime, publicly sealing their bond. Her spark had shrank within her chassis, turning into a tiny ball of anger and outrage and more emotions too vibrant to name.
No, she cannot sit around this empty habsuite, growing angrier and angrier, until she convinces herself to do something drastic. She’ll have to go elsewhere, to someone who can remind her of consequences and repercussions.
Perhaps Firestar is back in the city.
The communication arrives while she’s packing, and it’s hand-delivered by a mech proudly bearing the crest of the Prime’s Guard.
“What is it?” Chromia asks.
The mech -- young, by her guess, newly appointed to the Guard -- shakes his head and says, “I’m not at liberty to know, sir. I was told to keep the strictest confidence.”
She takes the datapad and runs her finger over the crest of the office of the Prime, etched into the surface of the cover. Beneath, in a delicate glyph-script, it reads “From the desk of Optimus Prime.”
What the…?
Chromia looks at the guard, a dozen questions on her lips, but he shakes his head and snaps off a quick salute.
“I’m just the messenger, sir,” he says. “Have a nice day.”
Chromia retreats into the habsuite, door closing behind her, and sinks into the nearest chair. Her ventilations turn shallow as she thumbs on the device -- which has been keyed to her energy signature no less -- and the first document flashes into view.
It’s a letter from Optimus Prime himself.
No, more than that.
It’s an invitation.
He wants her to be the captain of his guard, to lead the security force responsible for keeping him safe. He wants to put everything in her hands: security measures, training, protocols, hiring and firing.
He’s putting his life in her hands.
This is more than a promotion. This is Chromia skipping a dozen rungs up the military ladder, working closely with some of the most elite mechs in Cybertronian history. She’ll be with Optimus Prime wherever he goes, and by extension, his Consorts as well.
She’ll be with Ironhide.
What the frag does it mean?
Chromia’s fingers tremble where she grips the datapad. She has only to sign the paperwork, and it’ll be final. She doesn’t have to wait for a hearing, she doesn’t have to interview or prove her worth.
Optimus Prime has personally requested her, and while the Senate could protest, Chromia can’t imagine a reason why they would bother. They’ve always left the Prime to his own ends, so long as it doesn’t conflict with their agenda.
Is the offer genuine? Is it a bribe?
What does it mean?
Chromia reads the request twice more, trying to glean the truth between the lines, and looking for any bit of fine print. But it’s the most straightforward job offer she has ever received. The job description is clear and concise, and the benefits outlined in straightforward terms.
It’s a job she would not have hesitated to take in any other situation. She wishes she could talk it over with Ironhide. Primus, but she misses him already.
He’ll have to move to Iacon to be with the Prime. They’ll never share this hab-suite again. The job offer pays for her to relocate to Iacon as she’ll need to be close to the Prime as well.
It actually offers her a room in the Prime Residence.
Will the Prime allow them to have a relationship? Chromia doesn’t know. Could she handle being so close to Ironhide, but having to keep her distance? Is a little better than nothing at all?
She can’t keep Ironhide safe here in Nova Cronum, but if she’s in Iacon, if she has the Prime’s audial, perhaps she has a chance. She’ll be able to have firsthand knowledge of Optimus Prime, and she can decide if he’s worthy of Ironhide or not.
There’s really no debate, is there?
Chromia cycles a ventilation and signs her glyph to the contract.
