Astrosecond: .498 seconds
Breem: ~8.2 minutes
Joor: ~1 hour
Deca-cycle: ~3 weeks
Nano-klik: ~1 second
Orn: 13 days
Solar-cycle: 93 hours (Cybertronian day)
Orbital-cycle: 24 solar-cycles/93 days (Cybertronian month)
Stellar-cycle: 20 orbital-cycles/480 days(Cybertronian year)
Chapter 12:
Trouble Brewing
Resonate whirled and clicked as she played with the strange toys that the hu-mans have given her since she only had her cyber-kitty.
There were wooden blocks of all sorts of shapes, and it had a box with slots just for each block. It was really fun trying to match them!
There was a puzzle too! One with a fluffy organic creature that looked just like a cyber-wolf!
But she paused suddenly, titling her helm as she felt Ravage's bond twang. He was…close! She barely stifled her excited whistle.
~happy-happy-where~
~love-coming soon~
Resonate wiggled, she was so excited. She cheeped, wondering how Ravage would come to her. Oh! What if she went to him?
She crawled to the covered vent that was beside her little play area and after several glances at the occupied Ratchet, pulled it off the wall with a giggle. She climbed into the vent and began exploring.
~Where-where-in vents~
She gets amusement, ~find-finding-vents too~
Resonate continued to crawl through them as she followed the bond. Closer and closer, until she came to another vent opening. She couldn't hear any bots or hu-mans and she shoved the grating off the wall with a clank as it hit the ground. She poked her head out, looking both ways.
Then she tumbled from the vent, sneezing at all the dust that came with her and covered her frame. She giggled.
The vent on the other side popped off the wall and out crawled Ravage! She squealed as the cyber-panther snuffled at her, trying to lick her clean. She giggled, hugging his neck.
~happy-happy-love-happy!~
~love-love-happy~
She cheeped again, her frame vibrating with Ravage's purrs. Then, a distant sound and Ravage tensed, his form collapsing into his cassette form and instinctively, Resonate opened her chassis player and slot Ravage inside with a purr.
"Resonate!" Red Alert appeared around the corner, panic in his optics before he slumped, "There you are!"
He hurried closer and scooped her up as she giggled.
"You worried us, you silly femmeling," Red Alert scolded softly, and she chirped with a grin, "Now how did you get here?"
He turned and eyed the low and open vents, then vented, "Oh, I see. Ratchet was right," he gave her a look, "Did you feel like exploring, huh? Was Ratchet not giving you enough attention?"
She whirled innocently, she…was a little bored with the games too…
"Let's get you to Arcee, I'm sure she'd love to spoil you with attention."
He turned and headed the way he came, opening his commlink which was currently in havoc, =Guys, I've found her.=
=Oh thank Primus!=
There were several more exclamations of relief.
=Where was the lil'femme?= Jazz asked.
Red Alert sighed, =Ratchet was right, she climbed into the vents and went exploring. She ended up in Jackie's wing. Absolutely covered in dust. She's gonna need a good wash.=
Some tittering laughter followed.
Half an hour earlier…
Let it be known, Prowl did not like Liaison Theodore Galloway. Not that any other bot did either. Not even their human colleagues.
Liaison Galloway was a constant pain in their backstruts. He made everything painfully difficult for them and now he was being shipped out, the man had amplified it all up just to be as big of a thorn in the side as possible.
Now, he had managed to learn about Resonate. Not a lot, just that she was on the smaller side and was found in a pod. Thankfully not that she was just a sparkling.
He had demanded he met this new Autobot but with the faux excuse of this said new Autobot being wary after so long in stasis, managed to shut him up for a bit on that topic.
Still, Prowl listened as the man yammered on and on about other things.
Optimus was just as annoyed with the man. Honestly, he didn't know why his Prime was even entertaining this human.
Ratchet's voice suddenly came over the main channel, panicked =I turned my back for a breem and the femmeling opened a vent and crawled through it! I need everyone to search for Resonate!=
Optimus didn't move an inch and Prowl was aware of his doorwings twitching.
He resisted the vent that wanted to escape, today was going just, great.
=On it!=
=We'll search the west wing!=
=Right wing!=
More voices echoed and announced their locations as they went on a hunt for the tiny mischievous femmeling.
What a great day.
He opened a private comm with Optimus, =Shall we call this meeting to an end? Admittedly, I do not know how much more I can stand to hear his voice, Prime.=
Optimus didn't answer for a beat, just watched Liaison Galloway as he turned to Sam and Mikaela. Neither wanted to be part of the conversation that man just dragged them into.
=Sometimes I question how one man can be this much of a nuisance,= Optimus mutters, =Let's.=
Prowl withheld a snort—it was unprofessional after all.
"You, are one cheeky femme," Arcee cooed as Resonate played with the bubbles.
She clicked and whirled, enjoying the bath with this strange liquid. Wa-ter, is what they called it. She clicked again, trying to mimic the word to little success. But soon she was squeaky clean and yawning, curling up in Arcee's sparkling hold for a nice long nap and soaking in the love her family flooded their bonds with.