T ransformers Generation One: A Seeker's Triangle By Fang Wolfsbane
"Ugh! Now that's disgusting," Starlit groaned as she set the oil barrel back down. For weeks her human helper, Zett, had been trying to get her as much oil as possible. It didn't compare to energon in terms of taste, but at least it got her through a total of three day cycles, or just days, as Zett called them. It helped when she didn't consume it all in one go.
It took a while to adjust to the different timing of the planet as well. The only way she could really keep track of it was by watching the planet's sun rise and set. She didn't have much to entertain herself with either and sitting in a garage all day didn't do anything to relieve said boredom.
Zett tried helping when he could by keeping her company and telling her about his homework assignments. Personally she didn't deem that as satisfying, but Zett had claimed that it was a requirement for his species to progress in their version of an academy, so she simply let him work through the mathematical equations and language barriers.
At one point Zett had asked her to help him with the former, claiming that her robotic architecture would allow her to do so. What Zett hadn't counted on was the vast difference in their species and mathematics. The mutual experiment had ceased within the first ten minutes.
Adjusting to the new method of measuring time was also rather difficult at first, but Zett had provided her with a desk clock that had helped her get into routine. But routine could only do so much to help her through the day. She was getting restless and needed to get out. When she first mentioned that to Zett, he suggested that they visit the Autobot headquarters, an idea she had shut down without hesitation, still claiming her former reason of not wanting her old comrades to see her in her current, sorry state. Zett had bought it the first two times, but she knew he wouldn't keep buying it for much longer.
She hated lying to the boy, but if he found out that she was allied with the Cybertronians that were on the opposite side of the ones he and the rest of the planet believed to be their protectors, he wouldn't hesitate to call them in and have her dealt with. Granted, given what she physically was, she might be treated in a kinder manner, but she'd be a prisoner of war nonetheless, and there was no way in the pits of Kaon that she was simply going to stand by and be treated a certain way based on her frame's construction.
Looking to the black liquid as it sloshed around in the barrel, watching as it lapped at the edge. It wouldn't spill. She had drunk past that. Zett was still at his school and wouldn't return for another three hours.
The door that was keeping her inside was locked, but she had seen Zett open it quite a few times that she knew it stalled when rolling down in the corner. A better choice would have been to wait for Zett's return, but if she stayed within the small room any longer, she knew she was going to end up losing it.
R aising herself up on her shin plates, Starlit reached out and slipped a digit beneath where the door stalled, gradually slipping more in until she heard the faint click as the door unlocked. A quick drive through the city couldn't hurt, could it?
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