#valveplug reference

Prowl awoke once more feeling better, the drug only lingering in the back of his processor now, he'd been sat on a metal crate in the anclove and there was loud roaring of engines and heavy machinery outside. Just barely able to see blurrs of green some ways out from the now drafty cove. The cold breeze rolling against dull wings.

The loud machery echoing along the dark walls and blaring growls occasionally, Longhaul and Scavenger working to get the rubble to one side. Mixmaster on his own deeper down where they were originally mining for energon on his own, Scrapper and Bonecrusher were doing most of the digging and crushing while Hook oversaw and Watched Prowl from the edge of the anclove. Leaving the cop alone as he trudged down to where Mixmaster was rambling on to himself.

As the loud sounds got overstimulating Prowl found himself getting up from the crate, wobbly from the lack of stability his doorwings would allow. Coated in another layer of specially refined energon that Hook probably mixed up with some more of that sticky oil to keep it as a servomade coating, thankfully it did work, somewhat.

Walking over to the rather large entrance to the anclove, overseeing the constructicons working away at tough rock. The medic and chemist mining out energon with ease as they've been doing for who knows how long now, they'd been positioned to dig here for months now. When was the last time they were even above ground?

Mixmaster and Hook, spotted the white sparkle of Prowl in their optics almost immediately. One arm on the wall as he was regaining his bearings, still lacking stabilization. Just watching the other 4 (Scrapper, Bonecrusher, Scavenger, Longhaul) trudge around the progress they'd made. Noting their proficiency, tac-net spurring on about their progress. Estimating how long it'll take to get out at this pace, varying from solar-cycles to many mega-cycles.

Not after long the noise quieted down as a large pile of rubble formed where Longhaul was dumping it all, it seems they were taking a break.. Mix and Hook had told the others Prowl was up now.

Concluding work for now the other four transformed back and stretched some, Scavenger followed Scrapper to Prowl as Hook and Mixmaster stood behind the Unknowing cop who was fighting a processor ache.

Scavenger and and Bonecrusher were ordered to go pick up the mined raw energon, Longhaul was already in the anclove and steaming from going back and forth an entire solar-cycle. Scrapper, Mix and Hook towered over the cop who was not exactly supposed to be up, doctor's orders but it's not like he was told specifically. Not that Prowl would listen to Hook, who knows what that maniac did while rustling inside his chassis.

Hook brushed a servo against shiny doorwings that glistened from the protective coat he'd applied, feeling over to make sure it held up. In response the cop hitched his doorwings up with a sharp pain, very aware of his own space now as he backed away from the looming 'cons who watched him with distain and.. interest.

Scrapper asked how he was holding up, trying to coax any words from Prowl. Testing if he was stable and all there in the head which Prowl replied with his arms crossed, glaring at the 'cons who he was barely trusting but so far they haven't done anything bad.. apart from being invasive.

They spoke back and forth, Prowl giving them numbers and a comment on their efficiency.

Prime and Megatron worked together very rarely but it still happened, what's the worst that could happen if they had their own little team up until they got out but it was clear they were hiding something. Prowl knew they wouldn't let him go once they got out, he'd have time to plan with an injury like this. Prone to tripping or migraines.

Prowl would help the 'cons, numerical wise. He was a military strategist not the bulk they were, he would try to play the seemingly ignorant Constructicons. The numbers were in his favor.

During the conversation Bonecrusher and Scavenger were passing by to put the newly mined raw energon deeper in the anclove, Mixmaster followed. Those two would probably blow the whole place anew if he left those idiots with raw energon.

Scrapper and Hook continued prodding Prowl, forging their little deal. The issue was they had an unfair advantage with their bond, they could communicate without the need to activate their voice modulators. Prowl was left in the dark on some things but Scrapper was an almost open book, Hook was less lenient but accepted Prowl because Scrapper was trusting him.

Mixmaster was still unknown, busy with refining energon for the crew but he was a chemist. He had a mind, a working.. somewhat manic mind.

Scavenger was doing whatever he was told, the most interested in their temporary add-on. Often glancing at Prowl from where he was behind, battered by Bonecrusher and Longhaul but Scrapper indulged in the curious mech.

Longhaul hadn't complained about Prowl being with them for the time being which was surprising in its own right, usually overbearing but he was getting his energy used up by hauling back and forth all solar-cycle. Often adding on to something someone said.

Bonecrusher was gruff, because why did they even need an autobot to help them? They were more than enough to dig themselves out, they were devestator. Irritated with Scrapper and Hook indulging in the smaller, weaker frame. Prowl did have some charm though, he was cold and as the 'cons didn't know. Prowl rarely acted this way with the autobots, he was clearly weakened. Doorwings not lowered in submission but because he listened to Hooks questionable medical advice.

Bonecrusher was fine with Prowl around, as long as he stayed out of the way.

Prowls migraines tore through his processor, leaving a scowl of pain and if you looked really close you could see a glint of embarrassment in his optics. Prowl was conflicted with his own affiliation, he'd tried to escape the war and as he was dragged down Optimus–his lifelong friend– accepted him into the autobots where he became a master of his tactical mind and was the primes main military strategist. He'd done everything for Primes cause, and what did he get? Barely even a pat on the back.

Shaking his helm in frustration, frustration that was not towards the 'cons overpowering presence. Their presence was better than being alone in this filthy pit.

Scrapper was speaking again, ushering Prowl into the now cramped cove that felt oddly warm from their engines still relaxing after just getting off work. Hook followed and they all crowded the cove, Longhaul had to duck some to not hit his head.

Prowl sat on the same crate, barley getting a height advantage from where the others sat all around. Longhaul and Scrapper were tired, Scavenger didn't seem exhausted. Purposely sitting closest to Prowl, shovel filled with a shinier sort of rubble.

Slowly scooting closer to the cop, leaning back against the crate and gazing up through that damn visor. Servos steady as if he was hunting the incapitated praxian who was more focused on the others moving about, Mixmasters conversation with Scrapper, Hook, Longhaul and Bonecrusher just talking at eachother.

The movement was making Prowl a little dizzy, he'd barely even registered who was who at this point. Mixmaster was the only one who stood out, blurrs of purple green and red.

Two rather large servos carefully grabbed Prowls pedes, getting him a jolt from the smaller. Prowl glanced down at Scavenger with a quiet sound of surprise, the position didn't allow Prowl to move his dirty pedes that were being held firmly by a curious 'con, watching Prowl tell him to let go but why would he? He was trying to help.

Scavenger pulled Prowls pedes over his shoulders, kibble pressed back against the crate a little uncomfortably but he didn't mind. Prowl was embarrassed, irritated and shocked. Unable to escape huge servos rubbing small circles against his lower thighs, left servo dipping down to still Prowls kicking pede.

Once the irritated cop relaxed and accepted his fate with a poor attempt at comfort the others didn't seem to care, apart from that Scavenger was touching someone outside of the gestalt but it was for comfort.. if Prowl was stressed the whole time then he'd really try to bolt.

When Scav tried resting his head back he got a smack from the cop, barely even putting up with this as is. He didn't need the back of a 'cons helm resting against his codpiece as if they were trinemates.. the nerve of this guy.

Prowl crossed his servos and leaned a tad to the side to rest his shoulder, sadly he couldn't lean back yet until Hook says so or else he'll probably get scolded and reminded of Ratchet. Not a mech he wanted to think of at the moment.

Scavenger eventually leaned his helm back against the apex of Prowls thighs, watching the upside down praxians optics shift around the cove. Dim optics, usually autobots had bright blue. Beautiful sapphire.. so why were his so dim?

Longhaul came over, teasing Scavenger about putting Prowl in this position. The unwilling participant sighing, trying to get some comfortable if he would be stuck like this pathetic show of soothing his temper.

The others crowded a little closer, their warmth whirring into Prowls cold plating. Scavenger was warm.. a soft warmth pooling between his thighs, feeling his pedes getting filth bushed off as Scav continued trying to comfort. He remembered when they were lost.. not exactly.

They were forged together, all 6 of them to build. Built to create, they were like a trine of sorts. Just a little different so they understood bonds, trines. Scavenger imagined Prowls trine, he remembered two others similar to Prowl. And Barricade, Barricade was a cop like Prowl.. did they work together before?

Scavengers curiosity about their prisoner, seeped through the bond. The others queued in as Prowl shifted when they all moved closer, the gestalt usually slept on one huge berth. The solar-cycle before being an exception.

Prowl didn't have much data on the constructicons themselves, they were violent and broody but right now they seemed bored. They could be working and they would be out sooner if they hadn't stopped when Prowl got up but how long were they working then? There was energon cubes piled up nearby, just enough before he had to process the other half raw energon.

Prowl couldn't get it off his processor the tickles of heated digits rubbing into cool metal, absently thinking about how hot Longhaul could get.

Hook and Scrapper were close, leaning against eachother in complete boredom. Digging and just digging wasn't entertaining for long and the entire gestalt was tired of it already.

Scavengers digits were exploring, rubbing his pedes and picking rocks that got stuck. Lifting his helm again to join in whatever conversation. They spoke and spoke, did they ever get tired of their banter?

Prowl rubbed his nasal ridge, a quiet headache trying to pipe up from the back of his processor. Immediately pulled from countless calculations when Mixmaster brought up Prowl being in recharge for solar-cycles.. how many solar-cycles? That got Prowls attention, sitting up with narrowed optics. Questioning the 'cons.

He'd only been in recharge for 3 solar-cycles and was a symptom of the dose Mix and Hook gave him because of course they gave Prowl a Constructicon dose because well, you can't blame them. They were all still dazed a few days ago.

He'd been recharging on the crate for 3 whole solar-cycles and the 'cons were mostly planning and digging away at certain spots. Lots of testing to make sure the place didn't collapse completely, they'd only started digging last solar-cycle. No wonder they were filthy again.. specifically Mixmaster who needed a break from refining the energon. They'd have to keep up with Mixmasters refining to not have low power.