Sitting in the sparse grass by the trees for hours was not very fun, especially when it started to rain. The mud somehow seeped between my plating of armor and into my cables. Drying slowly and caking around my joints making them stiff. Grunting I stood up for the umpteenth time and tried to flex out my joints. Rolling my neck to get out the kinks that formed from the cold and sitting so still.
"Would you sit still femme!" I looked over silently to Ratchet and raised a single optic ridge.
"Sorry Ratch'...kinda restless." I could feel a probing feeling from Ironhide from his side of the bond. After a few moments I could feel his sympathy slash distaste of the feeling I shot back at him.
I let him know perfectly well it wasn't because I was restless, but because I was about to be driven insane by the filth building up. He sent back a relaxing feeling trying to get me to calm down. In-taking a deep breath I let out a heavy sigh, my hydraulics hissing.
Thank you. Daddy. I sent to him gratefully. I got a warm wave of love sent back to me in return. Smiling softly I was ready to sit back down to wait when I felt a ping on the navigation grid Ratchet had installed. Looking up I watched and listened for the first sign of arrival. The sonic boom that soon erupted through the night air like a cracking whip did not disappoint. I couldn't help, but to smile at the memory that was brought up.
"Jazz?"
"Yeah whisp?"
"Why do you do what you do?"
"What do ya mean?" He asked innocently. I felt my curiosity spike up higher.
"You do everything...so odd. As if your putting up a show." That had him practically rolling with laughter.
"Whisp if ya gonna do some'ing do it wi'h style!"
Who ever this was, was definitely, doing it with style. After a moment another comet broke the atmosphere, the flames that crackled from the two 'comets' was mesmerizing. Tilting my helm I noticed that it was almost like a game, a race really, of who would touch down first. With a loud crackling whir the two comets split away from each other over our heads. One heading towards the east, the other to the west.
The ground trembled beneath our pedes for a few moments, and then it was still. Ironhide stood up taking the lead.
"Lets go!" he ordered. As we split up into two groups. Ironhide would take Mirage and Ratchet and go east. Hound would go with me towards the west to see the new bot. As far as we knew the two new bots were allies, but Ironhide still warned us to be careful. It could always be a trick.
Walking away with hound, I followed on quiet pedes. Part of my training with Jazz was stealth, he was training me on how to be silent and deadly. Kind of fun really when it was Jazz as your teacher. Shaking myself out of my reverie I concentrated on the mission at hand.
Skulking through the shadows a little behind hound I let him lead, seeing as he was the tracker he would be better at this than me. I only saw the vague direction, he could see and then find the precise spot faster than Ironhide could point a cannon and blast a con. Which was saying something considering 'hide practically always had his cannons out and humming with energy. Musing over my thoughts I failed to notice the mech in front of me stopping, bumping into him I quickly back petaled.
"Sorry!" I murmured. Looking over his shoulder he simple smiled to let me know it was alright. Raising his pointer digit he pressed it to his lip components to tell me to be silent. Who ever landed over here must be close.
Nodding I kept silent trekking quietly through the shadows. Jazz's voice fresh in my processor.
"When ya wanna spy on some'hing or one ya gotta follo' the'e rules. Numba one: Still ya breath until not'hin' is hea'd. Two: Dim ya optics to better blend in w'ich ya surroundin's. Numba th'ee..."
"Then what?"
"Do't get caught."
Silently I let out a soft breath, calming my racing spark, my cooling fans cycling down. I dimmed my optics and made sure my antennas didn't light up. Passing hound I slowly crept through the undergrowth, completely silent. My darker colors helping me to blend in as I hunkered down closer to the vegetation.
Crouching down in the shadows I slowly moved a fern out of my way. The moon light lit up the small clearing in a faint liquid silver. The flames that crackled in the area were dying out, smoke spiraling upwards in roiling waves. I froze when I saw the mech who was just finishing his transformation.
He was a tall and strong looking with helm fins that flared out in a beautiful arch. I couldn't help, but to stare at him. His blue optics were cold and hard, the pain though from many years of torment were easily seen by me. More so was his will to live...to protect something...but what?
Suddenly his helm snapped in my direction, I quickly ducked down into the undergrowth. Hound suddenly appearing by my side he walked out into the clearing.
"Sunstreaker, lower your weapon." I heard a low snarl in answer. My curiosity provoked I peaked up over the ferns at him. His cold blue optics landed on me and in that split second I realized an important lesson: Sunstreaker was not a bot to ire.
"Who is that. I don't recognize the signature." Sunstreaker stated with narrowed optics.
"She's a fellow Auto bot, so lower your weapon!" Hound snapped all the while standing in front of me. There was the sound of crashing as the other mechs appeared. Another tall mech, the same height and build as this Sunstreaker walked forward. He didn't have the same aggressively imposing look as Sunstreaker, and yet the mech before me seemed so similar to him at the same time.
"Sunny relax. She's one of us."
"Don't call me that!" He snapped at the other mech, but with a final glare at me he put his blades away. Standing up slowly I backed up into Ironhide. His large servo gently touched my shoulder in a subtle soothing way. His optics were on the two mechs, narrowed in a calculating way. He rumbled a low growl as the two mechs looked back at us. The new mech that I still had to get a name for tilted his helm at the sight of 'hide and I.
"Hey Hide! Who's this?" He stepped forward, a slightly mischievous yet curious glint in his optics.
"That would be Ironhide's femmeling, Sideswipe, and if you have any self preservation I would suggest backing up." Mirage spoke up in his cultured voice. Now both of these mechs were looking at me, one with curiosity the other with an irritated calculating look. Glancing over towards Mirage I sent him a grateful look. Ironhide rumbling one last warning growl before letting go of me and turning.
"Let's head back. Major Lennox and his team are waiting for us by the plane." Trotting after my mech guardian I loped up by his side trying to ignore the feeling of two gazes burning into my back. Ratchet strode up flanking my left side with an irritated grunt
"Pity, and this planet used to be so peaceful." I couldn't help, but to giggle.
"Why is that?"
"Because the terror twins have arrived." He said dryly. I grinned up at him laughing softly.
AN:
Hi everyone! So I managed to get a new chapter up, seeing as this weekend is coming to a close I figured I would try to get one chapter up before I'm attacked by Decepticon provoked school work. I finally brought in who we all were waiting for! Now hopefully things will get a bit more interesting. ^^ Let me know what you think!