Chapter warnings: Lots of talking
Note: I'm changing Rodimus back to Hot Rod, because Rodimus and Optimus can't exist at the same time. It's also set before the movie, but some characters probably don't fit in then. Whatever.
Chapter Two: Further Introductions
Hot Rod stopped outside the break room. Mila surveyed the inside from his hand. There were very large chairs, that appeared to be made out of Cybertronian metal, positioned around the room. Some were around a clearly Cybertronian(by it's gigantic size) table. Others were just scattered around.
It was the same color as the rest of the ship- a bright orange color. What possessed them to paint their ship such a hideous color, Mila didn't know.
The room wasn't empty of life, either. Mila observed three mechs sitting around the table. All of them were rather short, by Autobot standards. One was yellow, another red, and the last black and white with a blue visor.
Hot Rod gave Mila a quick, reassuring smile before heading over to the other three Autobots. "Hey, guys!" he greeted cheerfully.
The black and white mech looked up and beamed. "Hey, Roddy my mech!"
The red one spotted Mila in Hot Rod's hand. "Who's the human?" his tone was laced with suspicion.
Mila was slightly offended by the terminology. "My name is Mila!"
"Well it's a pleasure to meet you, Mila!" the yellow one smiled in a friendly way.
"How about you tell her your names?" Hot Rod suggested pointedly.
"'M Jazz! Music expert an' saboteur!" the black and white mech proclaimed.
The red one rolled his optics at Jazz's enthusiasm. "I'm Cliffjumper."
Mila had a feeling that Cliffjumper had an attitude problem.
Cliffjumper's yellow counterpart gave him an annoyed look, before turning to Mila. "You'll have to excuse him, he's a little paranoid," the mech smiled again. "I'm Bumblebee."
Mila repeated those three names to herself. 'Bumblebee, Cliffjumper and Jazz. Okay, I can remember that... hopefully.'
Outside the red and orange ship, Kathy stood in front of Optimus and Prowl. Kup had wandered off, muttering something about needing a stasis nap if he was going to deal with a kid.
"So, Miss Green, is there anything else?" Prowl took charge.
Kathy smiled. "Yep! Mila's going to be staying with you for a few days!"
While Kathy was blatantly enthusiastic about that fact, Optimus and Prowl were more wary.
"Not to be disrespectful, but are you sure that's wise?" Optimus asked.
"Absolutely! I'm sure you'll have no problems!"
Kathy's smile didn't fade, even as Optimus and Prowl exchanged glances. Somehow, both Autobots knew that 'no problems' was far from what would really happen.
Hot Rod and Mila had drifted from the break room. Mila hadn't really seemed to apt to talk with Jazz, Bumblebee and Cliffjumper, so there hadn't been a real point in sticking around. Instead, Hot Rod opted to show his possible future adopted daughter around further.
In the middle of the hallway, Hot Rod stopped. He looked down at her. "Where do you want to go?"
"I don't care."
Hot Rod shuttered his optics in a blink. "Ok..."
So she didn't care. That left about two or three logical choices. 'Logical' meaning that there would be someone else in the room for her to meet.
Hot Rod opted for the closest place. Starting off at a leisurely pace, he gave Mila a smile. The young girl simply stared back, determined to keep her distance.
As the duo passed the wash racks(really just huge showers that spew cleaning solvent instead of water), two mechs walked out. They both shone with a fresh wax, but the yellow one looked more proud of his paint than his red counterpart.
Hot Rod smiled. "Mila, I'd like you to meet the twins!" he proclaimed.
"Twins?" Mila echoed. 'Robots can have twins?'
The red one grinned. "That's right, little lady! I'm Sideswipe, chief prankster."
"Shut up," the yellow one cuffed his brother upside the head, before turning to Mila. "I'm Sunstreaker, the most handsome mech on base."
Mila raised an eyebrow. 'Well he's... vain...'
Hot Rod rolled his optics. "Yeah, yeah." In an undertone, he added "Narcissist."
"Why you-!" Sunstreaker started forward in a rage. As Sideswipe grabbed his enraged twin, Hot Rod took a step back.
Mila stared. 'A vain robot with anger issues. I don't know whether to be scared or amused.'
Deciding it was safer to stay away from Sunstreaker for a while, Hot Rod and Mila continued on their journey. They had come to a stop outside an open door. The inside was the same color as the rest of the ship, and had some interesting decorations. Construction tools and Cybertronian... things... hung on hooks. Large metal tables sat in the far corner of the room.
"If that's you, twins, I'm going to rip you both a new afterburner!" a voice bellowed from an adjoining room.
Mila jumped slightly. That sounded like it would hurt.
Hot Rod looked totally unaffected, however. "Nah, it's Hot Rod! I want you to meet someone!" he bellowed back. There were a few muffled words of annoyance, before the door swung open.
The red and white mech stood proudly. Mila idly wondered what the gray V-shaped thing on his head was for. Decoration, maybe?
"Ratchet, this is Mila!" Hot Rod thrust his hand out.
Ratchet's hard glare softened a bit. "Hello, Mila. My name is Ratchet, I am the Autobot's medic."
Mila waved a hand, unsure as to what to say. Doctors had always made her nervous.
"Now, if you'll excuse me," Ratchet straightened up. "I have things to attend to."
Hot Rod took the que to leave, wanting to avoid any conflict with Mila in the room. She was, after all, so alarmingly fragile.
As they made their way through the hallway, Mila reflected on those she had met. And those she had yet to meet.
'This is going to be crazy, isn't it? Sort of like living with a bunch of huge siblings? Well, at least I won't be bored...'
Nor would she trust them so easily.
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