CIRCUTE ep3 pt3 Enemy

"Relationships", part 3: "Enemy"
   Meanwhile, in Sentinel Prime's class.
   "Are you dumbs ready to defeat the Decepticons?!" Sentinel Prime shouted to his students
   "Yes, sir!" his students shouted back saluting.
   "I can't hear you! Louder!" He shouted again.
   "Yes, sir!" they repeated.
   "Great! Now move your slag rears and start right now!"
   "Yes, sir!" they said
   "Uh, sir…" one of them asked intimidated "Start what?…"
Sentinel approached with his arms held back and his chest lifted. He looked the young robot in his optics.
   "Did I ask for questions?" he shouted. "Did I give anyone permission to make any question?"
   "No, sir…"
   "I make the questions here! And you mechs only obey! Will you follow me now?"
   "Yes, sir!"
   The young robots, mech in their majority, started an exhausting training. A group was running around the dojo, while another was crossing an artificial lake holding on steel rods. There was another group doing pushups and abdominal. While Master Sentinel was apparently distracted, they were talking.
   "Have you ever hear about a new course group? I mean, a class made by only five bots?"
   "The same that now Master Prowl is teaching? I know, I heard bout it…"
   "Yes, they say they are very well treated and the teacher is very kind and open-minded to them."
   "As much as Master Jazz?"
   "Not 'as much as', but so much more then Master Sentinel…"
   Sentinel suddenly appeared.
   "Less talk and more pushups!" he shouted, scaring all them.
   "Yes sir!" they yelled.
   At  another dojo, in the academy.
   "Are ya ready, chicks?"
   "Yes, Master Jazz!" many young femmes shouted together excited.
   "Yah, we're gonna set up, but first… Let's cool down our processor, cats…"
   Some femmes were whispering each other:
   "Look how Master Jazz is so hot!"
   "He is the most handsome machine ever. Why do you girls think I'm still here on this class?"
   "The same, darling."
   "Hey, femmes, have you hard about the new bots in the entire new Master Prowl's class?"
   "Yes. My friend talked about them. She said they are cute!"
   "Oh, that's good, femmes. I wanna see them."
   "Maybe I should try call one of them to  hang out."
   "A date? Whoa, awesome! That's wonderful!"
   "Yes, we need to meet them first."
   Another femme came in:
   "Hey, are you talking about the new boys? I'm friend of Blurr, and he tells me everything."
   "Do you know Blurr? Oh, you so lucky, my dear. I heard he's so hand…"
   "Yes, but his too young for 'my taste'. But I heard there is a bulk bot…"
   "I like big bots…" one of them whispered.
   "There's a small bot."
   "I like the short ones better…" another said.
   "And there are twins!"
   "Like sparktwins? Are they identical like 'copies', and do they speak together at the same time and do everything together too?"
   "I don't know exactly, I think we have to see them all."
   "Of course you femmes already know I definitely need a botfriend, as I broke with my last one a couple of mooncycles ago…"
   Jazz was walking around. Their faceplates overheated.
   "What ya femmes speaking of?"
   "Eh, Master Jazz…" she was shy. "Well, we are a kind of planning to visit the new students in Master Prowl's class."
   "Cool! I'm sure Prowl's gonna luv it. His pups will loke too, chick."
   They squealed.
   "For sure, Master Jazz!"
   In another room, Prowl was starting.
   "Now you are here, I'll make a single question: Have any of you made your hometraing?"
While Jetfire was excitedly shaking his hand, Blurr worn a big smile, while Ironhide put his arms back, whistling; and Wasp looked back down.
   "Blurr, did you do your home training?"
   "No-Master… I'm-so-sorry, but-I-had-no-time-because-I-had-so-much-things-to-do…-mean-I-had-Junior-High-Academy-Homework-and-I-kind-like-forgot-to-train, and-them-I…"
   "Hey, hey, calm down! I just asked if you "did", I didn't ask "why"… And what about you, Wasp?"
   "I prefer not to comment…"
   "That's like you haven't done…"
   Jetfire shouted.
   "I did, Master! I did! I can show you…"
   "Yeah, he did." Jetstorm confirmed. "He did in the last cycle before we come here…"
   "Hey, that's not true… It was in the two cycles before we come here…"
   Prowl disliked:
   "So you left to do it at the last nanocycle?"
   "So-so…"
   "That's great…" Prowl was being sarcastic. "And Jetstorm?"
   "I was doing since you asked, but I haven't finished yet."
   "And almost a mooncycle isn't enough time for you?" Prowl asked ironically.
   "No." he was honest.
   Ironhide was still whistling, looking away.
   "Ironhide, did you do your hometraining?"
   "Uh, mech, I left in my ship, master!"
   "Oh, I no…" Prowl was ironic. "By the way, I'm glad you did not involve Wasp in your flimsy excuse this time…" he looked at Wasp.
   "But last time it was his fault, mech!" Ironhide shouted.
   "No, it wasn't!" Wasp shouted back.
   "Yes, you were!"
   "No, I wasn't!"
   "Master, he forgot our work in his recharging room!"
   "No, I didn't! He's lying!"
   "I know Wasp. But now it isn't time for this!" Prowl continued.
   Then Prowl walked around his students.
   "Now I'll start the genuine Yoketron method. I saw you bots have been undisciplined…"
   Ironhide pushed Wasp.
   "Have you heard him, mech? You've been undisci… Undi… the thing he said…"
   "Hey!"
   Prowl corrected.
   "I talked about you all. Including you, Ironhide." Prowl walked again. "I have to leave for now, but, while I'll solve some problems, you all must do…"
   Suddenly, he got a small, thin metallic barrel that automatically extended, changing into a long stick. Jetfire yelled jumping excitedly.
   "Wow, we'll learn how to fight with wands?"
   "Not exactly…" Prowl spoke slowly.
   However, the lower end unfolded what was like a broom…
   "That's Yoketron's method! You will clean this dojo. And as you bots can see, some of you have messed up this place."
   "Making-a-party-with-my-mates-now-doesn't-look-a-good-idea."
   Prowl spoke to himself.
   "I know it was something about Blurr. Well, now you will put everything on its place and I want to see this room dirt free, as shiny as my chromed armor."
   Jetstorm corrected.
   "Uh, master… your armor is not truly 'shiny'. It's more like a combination of flat black with matte gold and dull khaki… Well, I guess."
   "Thank you for commenting my sense of fashion." He was sarcastic once again, with his hand over his waist.
   "And, by the way… Your helmet just not fit well with your armor…"
   "That's Yoketron helmet! And my armor is an upgrade I used to fight more powerful Decepticons!"
   Ironhide was laughing.
   "I was sure it was for ya not looking like a femme, mech… I mean, look those heels!"
   "What?" Prowl was confused.
   "I saw you unarmored. Ya looked like a femme from behind, mech!"
Prowl though "That was because he said 'hi there, gynoid' for me before I turn back and he almost scream out in response…"
   "Because of it, I suppose you will stay here longer Ironhide. And I guess I'll send you to train with Sentinel Prime's students…"
   "Hey, Sentinel not! He's hardliner."
   "That's what I want to see."
   Later on, the robots started the cleaning. It looked funny by the beginning, but a few cycles it was becoming exhausting to many of them. Blurr give up and got his hologame player. Wasp accidently dropped the water bucket in Ironhide. He reacted beating Wasp's belly with a mop, and they started to fight. So Jetstorm and Jetfire were practically cleaning everything by themselves.
   "Hey, Storm, aren't you tired" Jetfire was very weary.
   "Nope…" He was polishing meticulously every vase using a cleaning cloth.
   "But we are doing this for hours…"
   "Don't you mean 'cycles'? Brother, we are in Cybertron, haven't you forgotten? We don't cont time like humans do…"
   "Why are you so bored?"
   "Why are you so annoying?"
   Jetfire was speechless.
   They stood cleaning and cleaning, but only Jetstorm was still not tired. Actually, he found everything funny. Jetfire, by the other hand, actually disliked any form of clearing up. The dynamic duo was arguing and Blurr was curious, disarraying everything Jetstorm arranged.
   But, from the outside, there was coming a robot. It wasn't Prowl. Instead it was a femme, a strange, black-and-gold femme with creepy organic purple parts over her body. The eastern style doors opened. All the bots saw the hideous technorganic femme by the same time. They saw she had two pair of blood red eyes, and she looked so odd that the bots didn't have any doubt.
   "What's going on here…" she spoke with an unusual strong, relatively low pitched voice for a femme. "I thought this room must be empty with no Autobots in…"
   "Hey-look-a-Decepticon!" Blurr shouted and ran in her direction.
   "That's my time to finally kick a 'Con!" Ironhide spoke out, changing his arms into solid iron.
   Jetfire became angry, and he also ran at her with his hands literally on fire.
   "Hey, Fire, wait…" his brother tried to warn him, but uselessly.
   Wasp hid of her, while Jetstorm stood at the same placing, just staring. The other three young robots attacked her together. Blurr came first (obviously), and he tried to push her, but she dodged and Blurr, unable to stop, he slammed against the wall. Ironhide tried to punch her, but she dodged once again and abruptly kicked his belly. It hurt a lot on him. Jetfire also tried to give her a punch, shouting at her, with his hands on fire; but she was faster: she grabbed his left arm and spun him, throwing him against Ironhide and Blurr who were trying to attack her again. They three shocked and fell down. Then she threw a kind of silk from her bug-like abdomen tip, which made a web that wrapped they three together. Ironhide was shocked.
   "What disgust thing, mech."
   "It's-too-tied! I-can't-breath! I-can't-breath!…"
   The femme continued.
   "How you dare to do this! You are such fool sparklings that must learn how to behave properly."
   "And hearing it from a 'Con sound like nothing, mech!" Ironhide argued.
   While no one was looking, Wasp tied to escape. But the femme saw him and also threw him a silk that wrapped him.
   "Help! Help!" Wasp was screaming.
   "Hey, mech, no one can hurt little Wasp like this but me!"
   "That is to teach you bots a lesson…"
   Jetstorm walked close to her calmly:
   "Excuse me, misses. We are sorry, but…"
   She didn't wait him to finish and also wrapped with silk.
   "Hey!" Jetfire shouted. "Don't hurt my brother!"
   Suddenly, Prowl appeared (maybe from nowhere) just from behind the femme. Jetfire was almost in panic and he screamed out loud:
   "Master Prowl, look out! She'll attack you!"
   "Look out for what?" He asked carefree.
   The femme turned her head back.
   "Prowl, you finally came to the party." She spoke maliciously, folding her arms.
   "I see you did well with my bots, Blackarachnia." He touched her shoulder "But I guess your proceed to Jetstorm was somehow overreacted."
   "I had no idea they were your bots. But I'm pretty sure they attacked me first."
   Jetstorm disagreed.
   "Madam, I didn't ever attack you."
   "Me neither…" Wasp spoke soft, still wrapped like his classmates.
   Ironhide shouted.
   "Shut up, Wasp."
   "Nevermind…" he grumbled.
   Jetfire was confused.
   "Hey, what's going? Master Prowl, are you an ally of a 'Con?" he was looking with 'puppy eyes'.
   "But she's not a 'Con'… a 'Decepticon'."
   Blurr argued out loud.
   "How-can-she-not-be-a-can? She-looks-like-a-con! She-acts-like-a-con! She-speaks-like-a-con! She-ever-smells-like-a-con! How-can-she-not-be-a-con? I-mean-she-has-the-optics-of-a…"
   Before he continues, she threw her silk directly to Blurr's mouth, making him unable to talk.
   "Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm…"
   "Cool, mech! At least this 'Con is useful for something…"
   "And you're the next, dirty speakers stout bot." she said, pointing her abdomen's glands.
   Ironhide pursed his lips and swallowed scared.
   "But I can't see it, Master…" Jetfire continued. "I mean, she has four red optics, and a classic black-and-gold Decepticon armor…"
   "And what about 'me'?" Prowl asked derisively.
   "Uh, I don't know… But she has organic parts and a…" he looked at her symbol, that was…
   "An Autobot Symbol"? Prowl asked.
   They looked at it and… That was right. She had a small, red Autobot sigh in the middle of her chest. They finally realized…
   "I swear I haven't seen this symbol before." Jetfire finished.
   "Me too, mech…" Ironhide agreed.
   "But I did it…" Jetstorm spoke, trying to rise up, even still wrapped.
   Jetfire interrupted his brothers:
   "By the way, master… can you help us, please? I promise we'll behave."
   "Oh, Primus…" Prowl walk closer.
   First, he went near to the first three Autobots Blackarachnia got. Prowl folded his leg and lifted his right feet close to his right hand. Then he grabbed his hubcap over the wheel coupled to the side of his lower leg. He pressed the hub, and it unfolded its three sharp razors. The bots were scared. Prowl quickly pushed down the razor and ripped the web, setting his students free.
   "Thanks mech..."
   Jetfire was relieved:
   "Thank you, Master Prowl!"
   "It was nothing…"
   Unannounced, Blurr jumped and glomped Prowl, making his falls down over the mats.
   "Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm" Blurr's mouth was still covered.
   "Blurr, I have no time for this now!" He stood up.
   Then, Prowl used his ninja star to tear the web in both Wasp and Jetstorm. Blurr was walking after him, humming for help, while shaking his both hands excitedly in all directions to take his attention. Prowl ignored.
   "Blurr, not now! I want you to learn how to stay quiet. Moreover, you've been…"
   Blurr got Prowl's hand, that were still holding his ninja star and approached to his mouth.
   "Blurr, what you're doing? You know you will scratch and rip your lips instead!"
   Blurr persisted and he tore the silk covering his mouth.
   "Thank-you-so-much-Master-Prowl… Ya-have-know-idea-how-I-was-upset-for-not-talking…I-mean-I-hate-to-be-quiet-because-when-I-can't-speak-I-don't-know-what-to-do-because-robots-can't-listen-to-me-so-they-can't-understand-me-and-it's-terrible…"
   "Not again…"
   "By-the-way, did-you-know-I-always-new-the-weird-femme-was-not-a-Decepticon-all-this-time… I-was-only-testing-her-and-everybody-else-how-would-they-react-but-now-I-know-how-to-not-react when…"
   Blackarachnia, impatient and irritated, threw her silk once again to cover Blurr's mouth, and she did it…"
   "Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm…"
   "That was good, Blackarachnia." Prowl praised.
   "It is always better by the second time…" she said.
   Prowl walked again to his students (Blurr, of course, was after). He left his right hand and started.
   "My prized students, now you all must now that, mistakenly, you tried to attack the most important teacher and the second in comment within this academy, after only principal Ultra Magnus."
   "Uh…" Jetfire apologized "I'm so sorry 'miss'… teacher… master… whatever."
   Wasp whispered.
   "Hey, that's my catch phrase…" then he was crestfallen. "Well, never mind."
   Prowl proceeded.
   "Despite what you have done, I shall give you all a second chance!"
   "So, tocycle, I'll be your master!" she said loud.
   "Oh, really mech?" Ironhide asked.
   Blurr looked a pretty "sad" still unable to talk (thanks Allspark). The others were only surprised.
   "Any question?" Prowl asked.
   Blurr sake his hand, humming with his mouth still covered.
   "Not about going to oil changing room?"
   He put his hand down.
   Prowl spoke once more.
   "I am sure she will check your home training. And no 'forgets'" he pointed at speechless Blurr "No excuses" he pointed at Ironhide this time, then he pointed at Wasp "No 'I won't talk about', mister Wasp" then he pointed at Jetfire "No procrastinations and…" He looked to Jetstorm "Try to finish on time."
   "I'll try, but I can't promise, sir."
   Prowl moved his hand high while speaking.
   "Now I'll promise that, when I return, I want you all to tell me what you learned from your other teacher…"
   However, Blurr quickly stole Prowl's hubcap and transformed it into a ninja star. Prowl realized.
   "Blurr, don't touch my shuriken!"
   But it was too late: Blurr tore the silk over his mouth before Prowl take it back.
   "Master-Prowl-why-won't-you-come-here? You're-our-teacher-and-I'll-be-so-said-if-you-don't-come. Why-won't-you-come-here-next-time? Don't-you-like-me-Master-Prowl? I-can't-understand-, I-thought-you-like-me,be-cause-I'm-so-behave-and-w-all-love-you-so-much-master… If-you-don't-come-here-then-I'll-won't-come-too. Cause-I-won't-come-if-you-don't-come… But-why-you-won't-be-our-teacher? Why-won't-you-come-here? Why? Why? Why?…"
   Blackarachnia asked.
   "May I make him shut up again?"
   "Not this time, Blackie, please…" he covered his face