What else was a bot to do? Never before had there been a case where a transformer didn't have the ability to transform into a vehicle. It was wretchedly problematic to the one bot in question. After all how else was a giant robot to hide on planet earth? D-Cell grimaced sitting uncomfortably on the hard concrete floor of Ward's garage. The actual owner of the garage had only just arrived and had already scolded D-Cell for nothing in particular. Ward Cecil Bullman was tinkering quietly in a corner attempting with little success to adapt a few scraps of Cybertronian hardware into something that would help his robotic partner with hiding.
"Gah!" he spat lobbing a screwdriver at the wall "D-Cell could you please explain again about the wave frequencies?" Although Ward was officially classed as a civilian he had more expertise with alien machinery then was allowed to be mentioned and was an Ex-Government researcher. His blue eyes stared up into D-Cells bright purple optics unwaveringly and without a trace of fear. D-Cell grinned and began the series of complicated details and Cybertronian technical terms that were to explain these small fragments of technology.
After about an hour or so in human standards D-Cell had finished talking and Ward was hanging of the back of his chair. D-Cell decided wisely to ignore Ward's acting and instead turned on the TV fumbling over the minute buttons the humans delighted at pressing for no apparent reason. The television flickered on revealing a panicking news reporter shouting in an alarmingly high-pitched voice unusual for a male human at the age of at least fifty years old. D-Cell almost snorted with laughter. The loud crunches and high-pitched shrieks woke Ward from his stupor and he sat up hurriedly staring intently at the screen.
"We're live at the scene at Sumdac tower where the Decepticon known as Starscream is currently battling the leader of the cities hero Optimus Prime." D-Cell scratched her head absently showing absolutely no interest at all much to her partner's rather explosive horror.
"You're not even bothered about your comrade?!?" he spat waving his arms in frantic circles eventually clipping a cup of coffee and sending it flying. "Oh fudge!" he spat grabbing a tissue.
"I never said he was a comrade, Starscream is welcome to knock Optimus' aft across the city." She thought about it for a moment and then said as an afterthought "Actually I would actually enjoy watching that, Do you have a bigger television set?"