Hotshot: y'know, I'm surprised we're getting married. And we still haven't graduated from the Academy.

Wedge: hey blame it on the producers that ended the show with only 2 years under our belt-

Hoist: *looking at the plans* we're really having a Bachelor party the night before the wedding?

Hotshot: yes Hoist, we've been over this a billion times.

Wedge: blame it on the author for forgetting that those parties exist.

A/N: ˢᵒʳʳʸ

Hotshot: *looks up at the ceiling* will that voice be there with us at the honeymoo-

Medix: *with the girls, heading toward the Groundbridge* hey, you all behave yourselves while we're gone. Capiche?

Hotshot: *zips over toward her, noticing the garment bag in her arms* is that your dress???

Medix: it is. No you're not allowed to see it. Same goes for the rest of you boys.

Brothers: *whine when they see their fiancées pass by with garment bags too*

Hotshot: *small whine but shakes it off* anyway, are you three heading to your bachelor party on Cybertron?

Whirl: yep! We're having the party at Medix's place!

Hotshot: *nervous chuckle* funny enough I haven't seen Medix's home on Cybertron.

Medix: *chuckles* you'll see it some day. Anyway, you three behave.

Scorch: yeah. Don't wreck the place. We kinda need to use it for the ceremony tomorrow!

Wedge: haha... no promises!

Narrator: and so, the three couples exchanged their kisses and goodbyes as the girls departed for their party on Cybertron. How exciting!

Hotshot: I swear that's a British accent-

~~~The Bachelor Party~~~

Hotshot: *formally, and rather out of characterly, greets his male guests at the front entrance*

Wedge: *handing out little envelopes that have a piece of paper inside*

Hoist: *leading them all into Hero Hall*

Mechs: *all chatting with each other, talking about the incredible amounts of booze and chicks they might see tonight*

Hotshot: *gets up on the stage and approaches the microphone*
WASSSSSUUUPPPPPPP

Everyone: WASSSSSSUUUPPPPPPPP

Hotshot: good you all passed the coolness test- anyway you all have your envelopes right?

Everyone: *all answering "yes"*

Hotshot: you can now open them!

Everyone: *opening their envelopes*

Some mech: Lester Crest??

Another mech: Lamar Davis...?

A mech in the background: ...Jimmy De Santa

Mechs: *all exchange confused conversations*

Hotshot: *has his piece of paper in hand* wassup homies, my name is Franklin Clinton

Hoist: hey guys, my name is Michael De Santa

Wedge: *angrily and on cue* TOWNLEY. MICHAEL TOWNLEY- oh right. I'm Trevor Philips, a pleasure to make all of your acquaintance *sarcastic curtsey*

Mechs: *slowly understanding what's happening*

Hotshot: ever heard of GTA V? *powers up the sim, showing the virtual world of Los Santos*

*camera starts ringing as the crowd of mechs yell in excitement while rushing into the sim*

Hoist: kinda ironic how we're playing this game when we said we're not gonna have hookups.

Wedge: then don't holler at the chicks at the side of the road and come hit me up instead *wink*

Hotshot: come on y'all before you two go through midlife crisis again *sprints into the sim ready for ACTION*

Brothers: *follow behind, ready to cause chaos*

~~~The Bachelorette Party~~~

Scorch: holy scrap Medix, this is just too much house!

Medix: well it wasn't my decision to buy a mansion.

Scorch: now I understand why you're so snobby

Whirl: *as Scorch gets nailed with a chair* we're setting up in the ballroom, right?

Medix: everything should be set up in there already. But the guests won't arrive for another hour or two.

Scorch: *dead* wait why?

Medix: *shrugs* plot purposes I guess.

Whirl: well in that case, we should probably take our wedding outfits and put them somewhere safe.

Medix: right! Follow me.

Narrator: the girls make their way into Medix's room, taking in all the rooms and areas in the large manor. Upon arriving in the room, Medix quickly locked the doors, closed the curtains, shut the vents, and blocked off any groundbridge access into her quarters.

Scorch: look, whatever "50 Shades of Gray" stuff you're about to do-

Medix: ew what no. I'm just being cautious in case our fiances wanna suddenly drop in on us.

Whirl: is this the part where we show each other our outfits?

Medix, already entering the bathroom: yep! *shuts the door*

Whirl and Scorch: *already taking guesses on what Medix's dress looks like*

Medix, comes out in this:

A/N: oh look. I made that.

Whirl: *clapping* Y E S

Scorch: DAYUMMMMMMM

Medix: it's not too much cleavage? I really hope it's not too much-

Whirl and Scorch: *iddis* nahhhhh

Medix: *relief as she goes back in and takes it off*

Scorch: *goes in next*

Medix: I feel like Scorch is just gonna go for a normal tux.

Whirl: nah, a dress.

Scorch: *muffled* how about BOTH?

Scorch, comes out in this:

A/N: Credit goes to MatchMaker24 for making this!

Medix and Whirl: YESSSSSSSSSSS

Scorch: I know, totally not something I would do. But I'm kinda digging it.

Medix: it looks great! Wedge will totally like that!

Scorch: *smiles as he goes in and takes it off*

Whirl: *goes in last*

Medix: it's gonna be modest and simple. Guaranteed.

Scorch: hey as long as she likes it, who gives a damn.

Whirl, comes out in this:

A/N: Credit goes to MatchMaker24 for making this!

Medix: PERFECT

Whirl: you really think so???

Scorch: oh totally. Hoist is gonna love it.

Whirl: *giggles happily and heads back in to take it off*

Medix: I might as well be a gypsy for how "out there" my dress is.

Scorch: *laughs*

*later*

Medix: *to a very large crowd of femmes* -again, west wing is for Nerf battling, east wing is for Lego building, ballroom is for partying like it's 1999, kitchen is for cookie decorating, swimming pool is for ice skating because it's cold outside, bar is for drinking, game room is for gambling, and main entrance is for leaving. Any questions?

Scorch: yeah uh, we have a massive storm coming our way at midnight tonight, will everything be okay here?

Medix: oh for sure. We have plenty of backup generators to keep us going the whole night!

Whirl: NOW LET'S PARTYYYYY

Everyone: *immediately separates toward all the different areas as they yell and scream for a good time.

Medix: *proud of herself* and people though Bachelorette parties were meant for booze and feelings.

Scorch: but there's booze in the-

Medix: -sh sh. Don't ruin the moment. Now if you'll excuse me. I have a Deathstar to build.

Whirl: OH NO YOU DON'T *takes off into the east wing*

Scorch: WAIT FOR ME *blasts off after her*

Medix: *already there with a smug look at the camera as Whirl and Scorch enter from behind her*

~~The Bachelor Party~~

Hotshot: *powers down the sim* alright guys! 15 minute break! Drinks and food are in the cafeteria down the hall.

Mechs: *all immediately swarm to the cafeteria*

Wedge: *laughing a bit* who knew doing the exact opposite of what you want to do would be so fun!

Hoist: *chuckles* yeah, thankfully it's all fake.

Hotshot: oh totally! I mean, those heists are way too easy compared to real life heists.

Wedge: and how would you know that, Hotshot?

Hotshot: ⁱⁿᵗᵉʳⁿᵉᵗ

*later*

Hoist: whoa, there's a massive storm on Cybertron heading toward where the girls are at.

Hotshot: *looks* should we call them?

Wedge: I've already tried. All their phones are off

Hotshot: well if they're comfortable enough to keep their phones off, then maybe we shouldn't worry.

Hoist: *thinks on it* maybe you're right. But I'm keeping my phone on just in case.

Wedge: me too.

Hotshot: me three. Now we better head back to the sim to keep playing.

Everyone: *heads back to the sim to continue their game*

Hotshot, 30 seconds later: dude I told you, no swimming after eating. You have to wait 30 minutes.

Wedge: *flipping him off as he floats on the water, looking dead*

Hotshot: *looks over and sees Hoist hallucinating from a peyote plant*

Hoist: I'M A BIRDDDDDD

~~The Bachelorette Party~~

Scorch: *looks outside as he gets nailed with a nerf dart* whoa it's raining cats and dogs out there!

Femmes: *confused looks*

Medix: *as she shoots darts at all of them* he means it's raining really hard.

Femmes: *ohhhhhh*

Whirl: maybe we should pack things up and head back to Earth.

Medix: nah we're fine. The mansion is meant to withstand heavy storms like this!

*lights immediately power off*

Everyone: *screaming and running around*

Medix: *is pulled aside by Scorch and Whirl* don't worry, the backup generators should power on any minute now.

Narrator: the backup generators did not, in fact, power up.

Medix: *looks at the ceiling* thanks Captain Obvious

Whirl: *immediately slides over to the groundbridge* it's not powering on!

Scorch: *trying to call Wedge* I have no signal! Nothing is working!

Medix: *realizes she fucked up and has a full blown panic attack* nonononononono ohmyprimusno what have I done?!?!?

Whirl: *immediately rushes over to calm her down*

Scorch: *comes over* is there any other way I can contact someone? Maybe get someone out here to fix the generators-

Whirl: even if there was, that storm out there is way too dangerous for any bot to handle! We have to stay here until the storm passes.

Scorch: *checks the radar* by the looks of it, the storm won't pass until late tomorrow morning.

Whirl: and it'll still take a few hours for everything to come back on and for the groundbridge to fire up. And we can't even contact anyone back on Earth!

Medix: *shaking* we're gonna miss our own wedding!