In the Name of Science
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Chapter One – Bob
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Bob climbed up into the larger mech's lap, waggling his yellow antennae and churring sweetly. The spiky white mech petted the Insecticon's helm, smiling, while fingers obligingly rubbed behind a pair of antennae. This was good.
From across the room, his yellow Hivemaster was looking on, smiling as well, and saying something to the spiky white mech.
Bob wriggled a little, stretched out his two strong primary arms, grabbed onto the spiky white mech's legs, and flipped himself onto his back in the larger mech's lap. The spiky white mech laughed, and as hoped began rubbing the Insecticon's underside, the heel of his palm rubbing the plating while the fingertips toyed with the seams and edges there. A black mech leaned over to look on, smiling as well. The expression of upward curving lips were how the tall-breeds showed their delight.
This was definitely good. The spiky white mech liked him, and the Hivemaster had not reacted negatively at all. Bob gripped the spiky white mech's wrist with his two smaller manipulator arms and kissed back appreciatively with his tongue, eliciting more giggles and broader smiles. Perhaps this would be the right one.
One more test.
Bob returned to a right-side-up position and stood in the spiky white mech's lap. He was easily three times Bob's size, and certainly far stronger. Well-armed too—more than most of the others. He would be a good choice for a Queen.
No. Not a good choice. He'd be an excellent choice.
Bob looked into the blue optics, regarding the face of his intended before nuzzling his head against that of the spiky white mech. And then he climbed up onto the mech's shoulders. The other tall-breeds in the room were laughing, and he could feel the frame beneath him shaking with the same. He nuzzled again at the head and the antennae there before climbing down to the floor, only to stand again with his forearms in the spiky white mech's lap. To his surprise, the mech reached down and slipped his hands around the ridge-holds on his back mid-frame.
Bob squealed delightedly. The mech was checking him out too! He must be experienced! This was very good!
The spiky white mech was talking to the Hivemaster again.
Now.
Bob gripped the spiky white mech around the leg and tugged at him, trying to get him to move from his seat, chirring all the while. The mech finally obliged and stood. Bob took his hand and did his best to lead the mech over to his Hivemaster.
"Bob? Yes?" his yellow Hivemaster said. There were more words Bob didn't understand.
Bob chattered and clicked, climbing up to the large mech's shoulders again and petting him with his manipulator arms.
But then the Hivemaster just opened his arms and carefully lifted Bob off the spiky white mech. There were more words as he sat down, holding his charge tightly in his arms and stroking him gently.
The spiky white mech went back to his seat.
Bob looked up at the Hivemaster, and then back at his intended, then back at the Hivemaster, and once more at his intended.
The Hivemaster did not respond, only continuing to talk and laugh with the other tall-breeds.
Bob sighed hard and settled against the Hivemaster and tried not to let it get to him. Once again his choice had been rejected.
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"In the Name of Science" continues in Chapter 2, and fifteen chapters after that!
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Transformers and all related concepts, characters, worlds, and events are property of Hasbro and Takara Tomy. Original characters and story elements are property of E. Potter, writing under the pen name of Miratete.