: Transformers : = Private Comm

:: Transformers :: = Main Comm Link

Goin' t' see what's up with the refugees now, huh? And I'd be a bit paranoid about Jazz if I were Prowl, too. Also, I'd hate to ask, but for those of you reading, I'm willing to drop someone else's OCs into here - about four of the OC's will be mine, one of them being slightly injured, all mechs, . - and so if you're reading this and are willing to let me borrow your Transformer OC, I'd be really thankful about that, because I cannot think of any good names at the moment, and would also like to add a bit of character into the next few chapters. Sent me a link to their bios if anyone is interested, otherwise my future chapters might not be as fun. XD

: I really honestly was planning on telling you sooner, loved one : Optimus said over their private comm, the roaring of engines more deafening than that of crackling thunder. Bumblebee merely huffed in slight agitation, if something could be done over a comm system in the first place.

A week had passed since the news of the refugees had slowly made it's way around base - as well as getting to Bumblebee via Ironhide first - and Optimus had only decided to tell the younger mech two days prior to the Autobots making their way to the designated landing spot. There weren't many Autobots on the mission to begin with; most of team NEST joining them due to the fact that their government was wanting to know all the facts of these new robots that were most likely going to be living on their planet for quite a while. No one had yet to guarantee weather they were Autobot, Decepticon, or Neutral exactly, nor their exact numbers to begin with; Prowl had received limited contact with them when he had gotten a hold of their distress signal and the few signals that he had gotten from them as well. From what Prowl estimated, there were about ten of them roughly; seven mechs and three femmes, however two of the mechs and one of the femmes were in need of medical attention that the group did not have, which was why they were landing on Earth in the first place, having heard one of Optimus's signals that he had sent out to any other remaining Cybertronian still out in the galaxy.

While some were taking Cosmos and a couple other larger planes to a nearby private landing area for the injured 'bots - and those without alt forms - to get back to base in, a smaller squad of Autobots and NEST team members were taking the land trek to the landing area of the refugees; consisting of Optimus, Bumblebee, Ironhide, Ratchet, Hound, First Aid, and Mirage; plus Will, Epps, and a few other humans, mostly taking humanized vehicles instead of riding in one of the Autobots. Will was the exception.

Bumblebee drove silently in between Ironhide and Ratchet; the large GMC tailing Optimus in obvious silence, however most likely having some sort of conversation with his bond mate to pass the time. Mirage seemed slightly agitated with taking up the rear; FirstAid having to take a spot behind Ratchet in order to keep up easier. Then again, Mirage was paranoid most of the time when it came to 'Aid, since the smaller mech in training was rarely out in the field, not near as much as Ratchet ever was and has been; nor was 'Aid built much for helping others during a battle, while Ratchet could take more hits than the ambulance could. While Optimus was leading, he still seemed to be trying to get the younger mech to forgive him for not telling him sooner of the refugees; while Bumblebee didn't mind not being told by Optimus himself - since the larger 'bot had known for a good two weeks before this past week - it would have been nicer that Optimus had at least shared the information with him. Being silent, for a moment, Bumblebee finally replied.

: You're lucky I'm kind of spark : he answered with a sigh; acting like he was forgiving what shouldn't have been forgiven in the first place. There was a rumble over the private comm that sounded a bit more like a chuckle.

: So now I'm the lucky one, huh? : Optimus asked, Bumblebee knowing that if he could tilt his head towards the smaller bot he would have. Before Bumblebee could reply, Optimus said in a slightly happy tone, :Well, I'll admit, having someone like you around does make one feel lucky. : The black and yellow Camero could feel himself heat up slightly at the compliment; he was lucky that the sun was blazing in the clear sky overhead and that it got hot in the middle of summer in California.

: W-well, I wouldn't say that : stammered the younger mech, trying not to slow down due to the fact that he had a slightly frustrated medic behind him; he didn't feel like getting something thrown at him when they transformed later. Bumblebee would have blushed if he could have. He could hear another chuckle over the private comm, however did not have time to respond as did Optimus before the mighty Autobot leader spoke over the main comm link for his orders.

:: Alright, team, we're nearing the drop site where the refugees are said to land :: informed Optimus. ::Prowl said that the others from the private airport are on their way to meet up with us a little while later as we speak. Prowl said to advance with caution, as we do not yet know their motives.::

::And no, Ironhide, that does not mean blow up the first thing that we come into contact with :: warned Ratchet before anyone else could reply; Ironhide grumbling over the comm as everyone else erupted in hearty laughter at the joke.

:: They are nearing the drop-off site :: informed Prowl over the comms of his own little team; which consisted of Jazz, Trailbreaker, Cliffjumper, and Wheeljack. :: We'll reach their destination about an Earth hour behind them, if not half that, although I cannot be sure. ::

:: Aw, I though you said we'd be there before that :: said Jazz in an utterly sad and slightly whining voice to his bonded; earning a grumble from the police car. Sometimes the Porsche could be so childish, even though he was a fully grown adult.

:: Don't worry, Jazz, we'll get there when we get there :: said Wheeljack calmly, trying to soothe the silver car that glinted in the sunlight.

Prowl sighed as engines rumbled as they traveled the concrete, almost unknown, road to their destination. Prowl had almost forgot his paranoia and the reason why Jazz had been assigned to his team in the first place; the second in command was worried that his bonded would somehow be taken from him as wrongfully as he had been on the first mission of Jazz's to Earth. Optimus knew too well of his SIC's worry; he had seen it plenty of times in many other mechs and femmes that had worked for him in the past and still did. Therefore, the leader often allowed Prowl to let Jazz accommodate him on certain missions so that way he would make sure that he was safe. Only a few select, of course, because Prowl did not want anyone - especially Jazz - to think that he was favoring his bonded, nor reveal to Jazz that he was practically treated him like a sparkling now. With the distant chitter chatter happening over the comm, Prowl could only think of one thing for his explanation: love worked in strange ways.