Another day goes by here in the Grounds and slowly but surely Rumble is losing his tolerance for his human charge. Even now; sitting on the steel stair ramp out near the sport's courtyard, the annoying organic is typing away, keying in commands to some gaming program while Rumble sits there and allows it. If keeping his cover straight wasn't a necessity for the mission, Rumble would have long ago smashed the nerd's face in. Not that Rumble hated the video games, they were actually quite amusing but to be used like this and by a meatbag no less, offends him. Not only did he have to deal with this organic but an autobot as well. His sensors picked up the bot's spark signature a few days ago though one autobot does not frighten him, not when he has Starscream's new stealth technology on him. The screechy flier would not shut up about his brilliant invention but the tech was worth the rant. That bot is going to be running in circles before he finds him. Turning his attention elsewhere from the annoying fleshling, away from the degrading acts that are imposed on him; he turned towards the activity that was happening below them. Several humans raced around on the pavement, chasing after a rubber sphere and kicking it around. With a quick search on a secured section on his processor, Rumble indentifies the activity under a sport known as soccer or football. More seemingly useless information poured into him until he broke the link to the internet. Don't know how humans can consider sport as fun when all they are doing is wasting energy and creating unnecessary heat. Rumble jerked as his keyboard was jabbed down to hard by harsh sticky fingers. 'One of these cycles squishie, you will be offline when I am done with you...' Thinking of some creative ways of revenge on his human charge; Rumble was set down on the steel stair seat while the human rose up and headed for the end of the stairwell. Two security guards called the nerd over leaving the spy alone with a few moments of freedom.

Rumble bet his own energon that his brothers and sisters didn't have to suffer from this sort of slag. He will never hear the end of this if Frenzy ever found out that he had to 'play nice' with the organic but then again all he would have to do is remind his brother who was the idiot for catching a primitive computer virus. It didn't take too long to fix it however Soundwave was still furious when he found out about Frenzy's new condition. Everyone may still see their creator as an emotionless telepath but Soundwave is much more than that, though he never been the same since Ratbat went offline long ago... Rumble's fans slowed slightly at the thought of his long dead brother. The youngling was barely a vorn old, only to die a slow painful death by starvation. When Cybertron's energon reserves were low, the young and wounded were cut off from rationing. Rumble can still remember the look on Soundwave's faceplate when little Ratbat went offline in his servos. Soundwave even kept Ratbat's dead spark casing within his chest-plates, next to his own spark; in hopes that when the Allspark is theirs, he could resurrect the youngling. Although since the Allspark destroyed itself, it had only made Soundwave more quiet than usual. Many believed that he has gone mad with the loss and it only made things worse when Soundwave sensed fear or pain over their link.

A sudden yelp captured Rumble's attention as the rubber ball bounced off the pole and was sent flying away. It was the con's turn to cry out in alarm as the ball soared towards him. In a split second, before he could make a move, a hand reached forward and grabbed the ball, just moments from smashing Rumble's screen to pieces. The laptop turned his gaze to the one who just saved him the trouble of going to the medbay. A tall dark skinned male with similar coloured wiry hair tossed the offending object up and down playfully, a large grin plastered across his face.

"Nice catch Carlos!"

"You know it dude!" With the thumbs up, the human threw the ball back into the court and the game resumed as if nothing happened at all. 'You... When this planet is ours. You will be spared from my wrath. Maybe I'll even keep you as a pet?' Heh, If Soundwave will allow it. Static crossed through his comm. link as the incoming call came through, revealing it to be none other than the said decepticon.

:Rumble: Report.:

:Hey Boss! What did I tell you last time? I'll let you kno-:

:Current Mission: Irrelevant. New Mission: Confidential.:

:Er... Soundwave? What are yo-:

:Unidentified energy signature detected. Location: Rumble's Coordinates. New orders: Find unknown source.: 'Okay... That was new. Soundwave rarely talks this much...' Before Rumble could get a word in, a data burst pops up in his hub processor showing the messed up signal. The data was not fixed but completely scattered, something had either broken their scanners or something completely new just got picked up.

:Enquiry: data received?: Before Rumble could reply, he was raised off the ground and put back down on someone's lap. The meatbag has returned and resumed typing hard on his key pad with its stubby sticky digits. The need to bash the organics head in slowly increased, growling in frustration. :Rumble: The swelling anger faltered. :Focus: With a single command, Rumble's inner rage died down. :Enquiry: data received?: Quickly storing the strange data in his memory banks, the laptop former lets a hiss of air out from his intakes. :Yeah I got it, at least what I think I got is here...: Finally able to complete his Comm. sending's to Soundwave, curiosity finally got the better of him. :Hey Soundwave, what the frag is going on here? I thought this was supposed to be a scouting mission: Silence claimed the other end of the comm. frequency until it was finally broken by his creator deep monotone voice. :Lord Megatron's Spark detected. Search in progress. Unknown energy information: Classified.: Even in his alt mode, a small smile creeps in as realisation starts.

:Great! The big boss is coming back!: 'About time' :Wait! Wait. When you say confidential and classified... This means Starscream doesn't know yet?:

:Affirmative.:

Barely keeping his mirth in check, Rumble snorts at the idea of Starscream having a screechy fit when finds out he is the last to know about something like this. Even a bonus, the big boss is coming back, which means more amusement for Rumble. 'Wonder if Megatron will give Starscream a welcome home beating.'

:Orders received. Find unknown energy source. Resume scouting duties. Dismissed.: With that final note, the comm. died down to cold static. Shutting off his end of the receiver; Rumble released a content twitter causing the human to stop typing and looked all over the laptop for the source of the sound. The con couldn't care less what the fleshling would do to him; nothing could replace the feelings of joy that resides in his spark just now. Normally Starscream's rants annoy the frag out of him but back when Megatron was around; he and his brother enjoyed the continuous rants and raves due to the amount of entertainment that comes with it when the big boss comes in and wipes the arrogant seeker's faceplates on the floor. 'Ah... good times'. Rumble's happy thoughts left however when he started to think about his creator. Soundwave rarely talks that much, even to his siblings. On the other servo, the good news of Megatron's return may have uplifted the silent telepath. Perhaps the pain from Ratbat's offlining may finally heal over now. For now though, he has a mission to complete... Two missions to complete. Primus if he is given any more slag from Starscream...

After the human turned him upside down and then right way up again; the human settled him down, confusion evident on his face. Unable to find the sound, the human resumed typing away at the laptop; causing more irritation to Rumble with each hard tap of his keypad with those disgusting servos. The happy feeling that once filled Rumble was completely gone now that he had been debased in this kind of fashion, worse that his master could feel the humiliation that he must put up with. Play nice with a squishy organic. Can it be any worse? How low does this act of degradation go? Even with the good news of his Lords arrival, nothing right now can lift his spark out of the pits.

As if by Primus himself came before him and heard his plea. The air bloated rubber sphere ricocheted off the ramp and slammed into the nerd's face; and if Rumble was not mistaken, he could see the telltale signs of fractured nasal cartilage.

"Holy Frijoles! Sorry Amigo!"

'I really like that human...'

Author's Note:

I guess Carlos will be the only human Rumble will tolerate. Hehe. Please people read and review. I don't write as much when I don't know people are reading it or not! Please? I would like to have more than one review... Please don't make me beg...

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