Chapter 4
Hoist, a master of keeping things working as they should, was a firm believer in the Autobots mission to vanquish any and all Decepticon threats. He was seemingly always in an upbeat mood, which the majority of his fellow Autobots greatly appreciated. In fact, he was just as content performing regular maintenance as he would be undertaking some mission engineering or construction project. The green and yellow-tinted soldier had struck up a close friendship with chief engineer Wheeljack. Their love of gadgets and how they functioned formed a strong bond between them.
The six mini-bots arrived at the entrance for Wheeljack's laboratory and walked inside. They saw Hoist in the far corner with his back turned towards them, no doubt tinkering with some recent invention. But Wheeljack was nowhere to be found. "Where's your running mate?" Brawn asked.
Unprepared for visitors, Hoist flinched slightly and turned around. "You startled me," he stated, laying a type of laser scalpel down and freeing up his hands. "If by 'running-mate' you mean Wheeljack, he's not here." Hoist tilted his head and continued. "I'm not sure where he is, to tell you the truth. What do you need?"
"Well," Hubcap started to explain. "We've been ordered to participate in the combat simulator."
"Really?" Hoist asked surprised. "But I thought Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were going to try it out."
"They were," Hubcap answered back, casting a somewhat annoyed look at Brawn and Warpath. Never mind the fact that he had added to the drama by choosing sides; in his mind this was all the fault of the instigators.
"Jazz wants us to play a little three-on-three," Warpath added. "He wants us to work off some of our built up hostility."
"Oh," Hoist said. "Follow me," he instructed, leading the troops out of the laboratory and down a different corridor.