It was a good day, not as harsh as the past groon had been. Opponents went down, crowd was cheering, Sunny was pissed about his scratched paint which took only a joor to fix. A silver alt flew down the street with gold hot on its tail, engines roaring as the two weaved past the few alts on the street and earning the blaring of unhappy horns.

What a great day in the lower levels of Kaon. Where the star reflects off the obsidian towers in the distance of upper Kaon. Yowling cybercats chasing whatever glitchmice they can find under buildings, and squealing youngling's playing in the streets.

Might as well amuse them for a moment.

In a flash of silver, Sideswipe transformed onto his wheeled pedes, catching the youngling's attention and when Sunstreaker shot by, said wheeled pede slammed into and bounced off a shiny golden bumper that drew a snarl from said bumper which split apart and disappeared into the form of his brother. The giggles from the youngling's drew his attention though.

There were three in total, and all had poor quality plating but that was expected for youngling's in any poor city, not just Kaon.

"Hey there, youngling's." Sideswipe smiled when their optics brightened. They were red, but one youngling's weremuch paler then the other two.

The tallest youngling seemed to be the braver of the other two and stepped forward from behind them.

"You are the gladiator twins, yeah?" Raspy for a youngling's voice. Sunny snorted behind him from the feelings he got through their twin bond. "I saw your battle yesterday!"-"Watched through my digits, but you were awesome!"-"He didn't stand a chance." They piped up at once which caused him to laugh. "You're creators didn't have a problem with that?" Their optics brightened even more it seemed. Not everyday their little sparks got to talk to gladiators. Their heads shook no.

"What're your designations half-pints?" Sunny had kneeled next to him on the empty sidewalk and decided to amuse them with him, seems he had a spot in his spark for youngling's after all.

They must be asked stuff like this often because they seemed to get into a mental line and didn't shout out at once.

The first mechling was Sol, his dull armor having a dusty yellow and dark black protoform to it which hence to his name. Second there was the mechling with the grey plating and red accents whose destination was Axle. Then there was the femmeling, whose plating showed that her creators had enough to take relative care of a sparkling, deep black plating and silvery blue protoform, with wheeled pedes that rocked back and forth to keep her balance.

"Her Carrier hasn't designated her." Sol explained when she didn't speak. "But we call her Bis. A short mix of boring and miss." 'Bis' gave him a glare and bared pointy little denta.

It was to be expected for some carriers to not name their creations until they went into their second frame, so to not get so attached if the sparkling were to not survive in Kaon's harsh environment and people.

She looks familiar to me. Sideswipe voiced over his bond with Sunstreaker.

Yeah, I see it too. Was the thoughtful reply.

"Well the miss is very correct mechling but I don't see boring in those optics." The femmeling gave a shy smile.

"Well it's best we better be off kids, got places to be. You stay safe now." The youngling's nodded their heads and skipped off back to their game Knucklebones, taking turns tossing a small piece of metal and picking up small objects with the time the metal is in the air.

Sunstreaker grunted before transforming nd shooting off down the street, his twin right behind him.

—-break—-

Bis grinned as she caught the star shaped pieces of metal on the back of her servo. "Beat you, fess up." Sol groaned and Axle just grinned. "Fine, you win, Bissy." 'Bissy' harrumphed and crossed her arms.

"You watching the matches tonight? I heard Megatronus is up against a spark-eater." Axle clicked his fingers together excitedly as they walked down the sidewalk to where their creators lived.

"Spark-eaters don't exist, you idiot. And Megs don't fight tonight, he fights tomorrow morning." Sol punched Axle's arm, who just laughed while rubbing the spot where he got hit.

"They do too, if they didn't how is Megatronus fightin' one?." Axle retorted,only for him to trip and almost land flat on his faceplate when Bis stuck out a pede.

"Clearly the arena would say he's fighting a Spark-eater to get fund out of tickets, but then it turns out he's fighting a giant cyberfu." All three of them laughed of the idea of a mech like Megatronus fighting an over large deer.

As they rounded the corner of the last block, Axle and Sol said goodbye to Bis and ran towards the old door to the apartment complex that they and their creators lived in.

The small femme huffed a small vent before turning around and wheeling back the way they came, down to where the star shaped pieces of metal that they had played their game still lay on the sidewalk.

Bis looked down at them, giving one a small nudge with her wheel before bending down and picking them up, putting the five stars into a pocket in her armor. A short glance over her shoulder before she wheeled off down the street which became covered in shadows as the star sank below the horizon.

She had learned how to travel at this time of cycle, when the Empties came out to scavenge around where they wouldn't be able to during the solar cycle. She could hear rustling in the alleys already.

Ahead, lay The Champions Colosseum, where gladiators like the twins and Megatronus fought on ornly rotations. The front was made of grand pillars of polished metal, the top adorned with the statues of league champions, all with their helms held proud. Bis stopped for a moment to look at the works of art. She knew that soon Megatronus would have his own statue up there soon, as he only had a few more battles before he successfully won a the league as champion.

Bis continued round the massive stadium, past the entrance and ticket stations, the vending stations already closed as the daily battles had already ended. The back of the stadium were the gladiators barracks, separated by rank and league. Bis was heading towards the rank 1, League Ignis.

She stayed close to the high walls, an occasional hand trailing against the metal and sometimes organic stone. The Colosseum had been built in the Golden Age, where gladiators would fight against beasts found in the wilds of Cybertron and sometimes each other to find the best of the best.

Only a few gladiators were tactile. Being good opponents for their agility and tactics while most mechs liked to throw their weight around and rely on their fists. Kind of how the twins are champions, two of them but with Sunstreaker being the strength and Sideswipe the speed.

Bis got to the side wall of the section of barracks she was looking for. Vents lined the bottom of the wall, long and narrow that steam occasionally wafted out of. Counting the vents down, the black femmeling stopped at the seventh vent. Crouching down and gripping the bars, Bis chirped into the room the vent lead to, so dark she couldn't see inside. A small croon answered her call and she dropped to all fours and shimmied through the thick bars the lined the opening.

When she slipped past the bars to rest on the small ledge of the wall, a clawed hand held itself out and Bis didn't hesitate to drop onto it, hugging the long talons and looking up to her holder with shining rose gold optics.

Matching, if somewhat more red, glowed back and the croon sounded again as she was held against a warm chassis, the spark behind the thick armor beating in time with hers. It was hard to see in the dank room, but Bis could see with her spark the battle worn femme holding her. She knew of the claw marks that marred the reinforced metal walls, the parts and shapes on the femmes frame that didn't belong on a vehicle mode, most matching the shapes on her own frame that would mature with her upgrades to her t-cog.

The femme smiled sadly at the small frame that curled against her own, felt its tiny sparkbeat through its thin plating that she cleaned as good as she could to keep the form as healthy as she could. A vibrating croon echoed through her chest as she hummed to the sparkling she cradled, smiling when its optics shuddered and its systems slowed in recharge. She sat on the lone and bare berth of the room that she considered her prison, the quiet echoes of the others filtering through the sealed door that separated her from all the others that were forced to fight to the death.

Yet she still smiled to the sparkling she held, which held such innocence she couldn't imagine.

"Rest, My sparkling. We will see each other in the morning."

But after, she didn't know.