Authors Note: Sorry I haven't updated in so long. My tablet died, and life interrupted. The world has changed a lot since I first wrote this, but I'll try to pick up where I left off.
I hit writer's block with the Moorhouse saga, so I decided for this chapter to see what Greg and Sunscorch are up to.
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Streets of Blackwater, Nevada
David had dubbed his female holoform "Davina" for ease of remembering.
His morning had been fairly normal. His fancy new shielding array had meant that he was able to go to the Darby household and collect Nurse Darby and take her to work.
Apparently, her car had an accidental injury after something had crushed a corner of it.
David had made small talk with her, but he already knew what happened to the car. One of the other taxicon's had dropped a tree on the edge of it to put it out of commission.
It would be out of commission for a couple of weeks all going well. Apollo had offered her free taxi's as a courtesy and paid for it to be fixed since one of their taxi's caused the tree to fall.
What Apollo hadn't said, was that once the car was checked for Autobot bugs, it was getting a full Decepticon makeover, before being scanned by Greg, who true to form had pissed someone off yesterday.
He was undergoing surgery today, while Carrier repaired the squishies tragic-looking car. If she took the car to the Autobot base, Soundwave would finally have a location.
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The Nemesis, Hallway
Sunscorch noticed Greg slumping his way to the medbay unhappily as she came off duty.
"You okay Greg? Did something happen?" She asked, making sure no-one else was listening in.
"I struck a tree at Jasper Hospital, and now I have to be reformatted into a femme, and sent into the den of the Autobot pets", Greg replied, giving off a very unhappy energy.
"That sounds fun!", Sunscorch quipped, "Better than what I have to do. Updraft got his aft handed to him, and is now awaiting whether he's going to be scrapped or reformatted into a taxicon. Since then I've been stuck cleaning the engine room with no company!"
"Tell you what kid, you go be reformatted as a femme, and I'll clean the engine room. I like my own company anyway", Greg suggested, not expecting Sunscorch to agree.
"You're the best Greg!", Sunscorch quickly pulled Greg into a storeroom and proceeded to molest him, trying to remove his ID plates of armor.
"Eek! You've got cold servos!", Greg grumbled once he realised what the youngling wanted.
Sunscorch giggled, and quickly shed her own ID plates. Grateful that all Vehicons sounded alike.
The pair quickly traded plates and refastened them. They had to scan each others Altmode, as Greg was a yellow and white taxi, and Sunscorch was a classic dark purple muscle car.
Greg sent her a data packet of his last few years of activities as a taxicon, to help her blend in better. Once she was with the Autopets it wouldn't matter, but Greg didn't want her caught before then.
Sunscorch sent him all the non-classified (family stuff) she could as well. She definitely didn't want to be caught before she could prove herself.
They left the storage room shortly after that. Greg went to the general Vehicon barracks to recharge for Sunscorch's next shift.
Sunscorch went to the medbay as calmly as she could manage, while reviewing Greg's life as a taxicon. If she could pull this off, her Grandcarrier might finally take her seriously.
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Nemesis, Medbay
"Congratulations Greg, You're going to become that!", Knockout gestured to the sorry looking white painted family wagon.
The bland four wheeled car was beautifully painted and buffed, but that didn't detract from the fact that it was the ugliest altmode Sunscorch had ever seen.
She could see that the interior was completely reupholstered and everything inside was clean and shiny.
"Where do you want me sir?", Sunscorch ventured hesitantly, trying to sound like Greg.
"Right here", came Knockout's cheerful reply, as Breakdown brought in a bunch of parts and tools.
At that point Sunscorch had a panic attack and tried to bolt out the medbay doors. She was quickly wrestled onto the and stasis-locked.
The medic's had a good laugh. They had been expecting Greg to panic, as he often did when upgrades were needed.
They quickly rebuilt the Vehicon, only slightly put out when the couldn't find his holoemitter. Shrugging, they replaced missing holoemitter and added the extra one that had been requested. He now had the same setup as David.
They had to find Greg's backup file for his male holoform, and they created a cute, innocent-looking female form for him as well.
She was young and petite, looking barely old enough to have a taxi driver's licence. White blonde hair in a pixie-cut, and the most innocent looking blue eyes they could design for the 5'2" holoform.
They had given her a basic holoform taxi driver's uniform, and a spare offduty set of clothes, which consisted of a puffy white short-sleeved pussybow blouse, and a pale lemon coloured knee-length denim skirt. A cream coloured cashmere sweater and pretty pale yellow leather sandals completed the look.
Once they had manually added Sunscorch's's new altmode, they hid the original car, before manually putting the original car's contents in Sunscorch's interior spaces.
"Alright, let's wake sleeping beauty", Knockout stepped back and let Breakdown wake the remodelled taxicon.
Sunscorch woke to a grinning Breakdown and promptly screamed. The voice that came out was a very high soprano. Shocked Sunscorch looked down and screamed again.
"Cut it out Greg. I going to escort you to Apollo after we test everything works, so you can be returned to Mrs Darby", Breakdown looked amused.
Sunscorch was put through all the required tests and passed them easily. Sunscorch was kept busy trying to keep them from realising that she wasn't Greg. She was beginning to dread going through the rest of the ruse.
Breakdown escorted Sunscorch to the groundbridge, taking her straight to Taxicon HQ in her new Altmode.
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Taxicon HQ, Blackwater
Apollo looked over what he believed was Greg the bane of his life with a smug look," I hope you realise this is probably the biggest mission for the Decepticon's you may ever have".
Sunscorch said nothing. Thankfully Apollo thought that Greg was sulking, so after loading Sunscorch up on a flatbed trailer, he trailered her to the Jasper Hospital to be returned to Nurse Darby.
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Jasper Hospital, Jasper
June Darby got off a double shift, only to see a tall handsome youngish man waiting by her now beautiful car.
"Hello Mrs Darby, here is your car. I took the liberty of getting the inside replaced as I noticed some damage from what happened", The man, who June now remembered was the manager of the Taxi company that broke her car.
"Thank you for getting it repaired so quickly. I was expecting it to take weeks", June replied, as Apollo handed her the keys.
He quickly backed the car off the trailer and left, waving goodbye as he drove away. He reminded June of Optimus, or what she imagined he would be as a human.
Mildly excited, June admired her car, before driving home to change out of her Nurse's uniform and take a shower.
~000~
Suburban Jasper, Nevada
Sunscorch settled on her shocks in the suburban garage. She made sure her shielding was up. This would be the big test. The Autobot Arcee lived with the Darby family, so Sunscorch would be sharing a garage the infamous Autobot.
She was alone for over a sixth of a joor before her new squishy finally came back.
They drove to a large building where she had to wait for almost another sixth of a joor until the squishy came out with a multitude of paper sacks of human fuel.
They went somewhere else, and the squishy came back with darker looking helmcables after another sixth of a joor.
They finally got back to the garage, only to see the two-wheeler Autobot next to the wall. Sunscorch was unloaded by the Autopet Jack Darby, before he and the two-wheeler left.
Sunscorch hoped they would be gone a long while.
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The Nemesis, engine room
Soundwave stalked up to Greg as he scrubbed out the used energon cubes and stacked them in the corner to be refilled.
Soundwave's datacables quickly incapacitated the Vehicon, before he replayed Greg and Sunscorch's earlier conversation to him.
Greg tried to explain, but Soundwave was beyond negotiation. He simply opened up Greg's processor and drained his helm of every bit of data available before scrapping the Vehicon.
He dragged the Vehicon to the medbay and sent both medics a data packet of what he had uncovered.
"Well that explains the missing holoemitter", Knockout commented quietly, "The kid should be fine, if bored out of her mind. We don't know for certain that the older female actually knows where the base is. I think being forced to wait for hours on her own for joors in garages or carparks is a fitting punishment for her stunt. You've already dealt with Greg's treachery. I'll recover Sunscorch's ID plates from Greg, and we can return them to her once we get a chance".
Soundwave stared meaningfully at the corpse until Knockout retrieved the ID plates. Knockout handed them to him and he left.
About a joor later, after spending most of it in the training room's firing range, Soundwave went back to work as usual.
~000~
Authors Note:
A few terms until Sunscorch has time to study humans better.
Time unit: 1 joor is six hours.
Helmcables is the Cybertronian equivalent of hair. June went to the supermarket then the hairdresser.