You know when are going good after you got yourself into a better mindset then something bad happens? Yeah… that just happened. I don't think my posting for next Tuesday will be affected but I truly don't know.
Sides happily searched through movies already downloaded on the system. His brother eased himself down on one of the couches faces the T.V and refused to let me move off his shoulder.
If someone told me I would be sitting down on the yellow tin can's shoulder the first time I met him, I would have laughed tell my stomach hurt. Then, I would've slashed my claws across their throat for saying something so ridiculous. Even now, it was still unbelievable to be put in this situation: not just one, but two large alien robots as my soulmates.
Ha, that would definitely gotten said persons heart torn out if they came up to me and said that.
But now, I had started to slowly approach the idea of having a relationship with them, very slowly. The two seemed to care about me, just like Ratchet but not as much. Though, they were acting mostly the opposite as me. Especially Sides, the happy ever going bot who liked to try and 'woo' me.
I couldn't help but softly grin at the thought. A few of his compliments were a little… embarrassing to me, kind of the same way with people thanking me. Probably to the day I die, I would never get use to either of those things. May that be the next moment or hundreds of years as my average age of death was completely screwed up.
Never mind that. I shook my head to rid of any foul thoughts and focused on what Sides was doing. Said mech had stopped to hover over a movie named 'Predator'.
An interesting looking creature stood on the cover of the movie. Long black dreads hung from its strange looking head. It looked to be wearing some sort of metal mask that gave it an extreme alien vibe. The creature's body had well defined muscles and weapons attached in different places. If this thing was real, a fight between the two of us would be interesting to see.
A gentle push to my shoulder brought me out of my daydream. My gaze peered up to Sunstreaker with my head tilted slightly. "Wanna watch this one? It's about aliens hunting humans," he questioned. Seriously? Now, the movie's title as 'Predator' was appropriate.
"And if you get scared, you can cuddle up to Sunny," Sides teased and somehow dodged his twin's attempt to backhand him. I teamed up with the yellow mech and threw a reasonable sized snowball at him with a halfhearted scowl. "I was just offering." He sounded a little butt hurt before starting the movie.
It started out pretty normal with the infinite darkness and billions of stars that make up outer space. Something could be seen falling into the earth's atmosphere before the scene changed to some jungle coastline. Oh? They're going to get hunted in the jungle. The Predator definitely has the upper hand in this by the look of things.
By the time around the point of view change to probably the Predator, I felt a heavy drowsiness wash over me. At first, I thought one of the twins did something but that was quickly thrown out the window. My eyes lazily fluttered closed a few times until I shook myself awake and focused back on the movie.
Yet, the exhaustion persisted.
Thankfully for my dignity, neither twin noticed my strange tiredness.
The next time we got to the second Predator's point of view, I had taken the liberty of curling up to Sunny's warm neck. He didn't make any movement or noise to stop me. I relaxed and embraced the calming aura surrounding the three of us. A purr almost slipped from my throat in reaction but I was quick to cut it off before anyone heard.
Back to the T.V, the alien was mimicking the voices of the humans while clicking strangely. It had some sort infrared vision with a mostly blue background. Until a hand, most likely its own, came into the screen and picked up a scorpion. It clearly showed the dead insect before the scene changed once more. For an old looking movie, it was well done, so far.
Not long after that scene, I started to grow extremely tired until silence washed over me. The peaceful mood luring me further down into sleep.
Groggily, my senses woke up to find no threat. My eyes rapidly adapted to the near pitch blackness surrounding me. Memories of what I last remember came to mind. Heat rushed to my cheeks and I'd bet top dollar there was a blush following the warmth.
I took notice that neither twin had moved me from Sunstreaker's surprisingly warm neck. Said mech had put his hand over me, creating a comfortable blanket of heat. A purr started in my throat before I shut that down quickly to save me what dignity that I had left.
How did I even get myself in this situation? Yeah, I haven't been sleeping well. But for me to pass out, snuggled up to Sunstreaker was baffling. One thing was for sure, I was bewildered that the mech didn't grab me by the wing and toss me away like a bag of garbage. He hated my kind, the human part, with a passion so why let me cuddle on his shoulder? Oh my poor dignity.
Never mind that. The two sounded asleep and now was my chance to 'escape'. Sometimes I was too stupid for my own good. Carefully, I latched onto Sunstreaker's shoulder plating and pulled myself from under his hand.
The whirling of his systems awaking stopped me in my tracks. Sunstreaker tightened his grip slightly, pressing me more into the seam between his shoulder and neck. "Recharge or whatever you humans do." His voice was deeper than usual and he sounded still half asleep.
"I'm good, now let me go," I grounded out and struggled to pulled myself from under his grasp. But the tin can didn't relent and curled his fingers in. "Sunstreaker." My voice held a warning, even though I knew deep down I wouldn't do anything to hurt him.
Sunstreaker snorted quietly yet didn't listen. "A blind mech could see that you're exhausted. Just recharge." I stopped struggling from his words and thought about that statement. Did I seriously look that tired? It wasn't my fault though that I couldn't sleep. My mind refused to let me do so.
A growl rumbled deep in my chest though it was halfheartedly threatening. Sometimes I wished I left the overgrown toaster back on that ship… No I don't. Ugh. I scoffed before relaxing against his neck and somehow drifting back to sleep.
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It had been a couple days since my cuddle session with the twins back in the Rec. room. Since then, I've tried to convince myself it was just the connection wanting be to around them. Yet, a small part in my brain always countered that, as if it knew the truth. Which it wasn't, just to be clear.
William has been planning on today being the day we attack one of the bases. But, in the pit of my stomach, I knew this wasn't going to be that simple. Something was going to go wrong; may it be an explosion going off too early or friendly fire. This extra sense didn't tell me what the exact issue is, only alerting me to the fact this battle was dangerous.
Since our last attack on a Jasper base, I've been waiting to tear another building apart; including those on the inside. An inner, predator-like instinct circled around, waiting impatiently for this.
All of my injuries, including sore muscles, had been healed from the battle. Thanks to both my quick healing ability and Ratchet for keeping me well fed. Said bot kept threatening/warning me to not get injured again or he'll 'weld my aft to the ceiling'. A quote from the CMO.
My wings on the other hand were a little sore from my little fall off the light pole. I hoped that no one saw that. If anyone did, including Jazz, would keep their mouths shut.
While waiting for the man of the hour to arrive, I sat on a chair with my legs propped up and holding a casual conversation with Robert. He was mostly asking about my biologically and some other normal things. A few nearby workers and soldiers quieted down to hear the answers I gave him.
"How fast can you fly? I've seen you fly a couple of times but nothing extreme." Robert leaned heavily on his elbows on the table, looking like an excited puppy.
"Truth be told, I don't know my exact speed. It might be in my folders if you ever have a chance to read them. But in dive, what I do know, I can hit up to two hundred miles per hour quite quickly. For normal, straight flying with no wind or anything like that, I think my top is near ninety to a hundred if I truly tried. It does take a great deal of energy though so I prefer coasting," I answered and shifted my wings a little, feeling somewhat stiff in this chair and position.
Someone to my right sounded like they choked on their spit and tried to conceal their coughing. I snorted and gave them a questioning look to see if they were okay. "You alright there?" The worker nodded his head quickly without saying anything and acted like he was getting back to work. But we all knew he wasn't actually going to do that.
Robert himself stared at me wide-eyed. "T-two hundred for a dive and a hundred for level flying. Holy shit…" He composed his posture a long moment later and fake cleared his throat. "Anyway, how strong are your wings? Can you carry a person or a smaller animal?"
The memory of when I dropped those three humans awhile back came to mind. Another following from when the 'last' stand against the seven Decepticons and ninety or so Jasper soldiers. "I can easily pick up humans. My wings are actually oversized for how much I weigh. But it does slow me down depending on how much I'm, of course, carrying."
His brows furrowed. He leaned to the side to look over the table and down at my wings. "They seem to fit your height though. How long are they? Because they seem to be longer than Mirages height."
"Last time they were measured to be twenty-hour and something inches. And they do weigh a lot. One wing weighs about… fifteen to twenty pounds each. I, myself, weigh about a hundred and fifty since this morning. Without the wings or tail since both are almost complete muscle, I weigh about a hundred pounds. But my bones aren't as thick as the average human anymore so that comes into factor"
The male's eyes continued to grow in size the more I talked. A small part of me felt comfort for the fact he wasn't looking at with disgust. Even the others around us seemed interested in what I explained.
Our conversation was cut off by the arrival of Optimus and William. Robert bid his farewells and left to go stand where he and William usually stood.
With their appearance, I removed my feet from the table and sat somewhat normally. It's kind of hard to do that with a pair of wings in the way.
One of the humans who were listening to our conversation roll her chair towards me. Yet, she kept her distance while acting like she was paying attention to her leaders. "Hey, I wanted to ask you something if that's alright?" The woman seemed nervous with what she wanted to question about. I hummed and nodded my head for her to continue.
"Well, um. Have you ever met a boy named Jackie Hogan?" I immediately caught onto why she was asking. When I was with Aztec, I had some soldiers ask me about seeing or talking to someone that they knew.
The name was unknown to me. We all learned to not trust others with our names or it could spill trouble. Solemnly, I shook my head. Her nervousness mostly washed away and her attitude dropped. "We didn't give out our names. But, if you give me a description and when he was taken then I maybe know him." My words gave her hope.
She scrambled back to her desk and dug for something in a drawer. The woman found what she was looking for and rushed over to me. In her hands, she held a picture of her a few years younger, another woman hugging her who looked pregnant, and at their feet, a seven or so boy spreading his arms high above his head. A huge smile etched into his face as if he was the happiest person in the world.
My eyes narrowed enraged. Not at them. Oh no. My hatred was at Jasper for taking this child from a happy looking family. "This is what he looks like. But on his chest, he has some scratches from when a dog attached him. And, the last… the last time we saw him… was his birthday, June eighth. It was four years ago. He would've been eleven this year."
Tears welled up in the mother's eyes as she turned the picture around for her to see. I wasn't the greatest at giving comfort due to my lack of social interaction but I tried my best. "I don't recognize him since I escaped about three years ago and he would've been a level one. But I will try to find anything about him or him in general. But know this, I don't make promises."
Her mood dropped once more at the mention at me not knowing her kid. But she brightened up a little and nodded her head. She suddenly hugged me as well. All of my muscles locked up at her touch.
I sat there, really confused on why she was hugging me and patted her back awkward. She released moments after and wiped away some tears. "Thank you, you'll be doing more than those asshole cops back in my town. They really don't like me or my wife since I'm Bi and she's Lesbian." I couldn't stop the scowl on my face but I erased it.
"That shouldn't matter at all. Your kid is missing. Sometimes I want to shove a shiny icicle up their butt once in a while." That earned a chuckled from her.
She thanked me once more before turning to return to her desk. I stopped her before she could take a step. "Wait, what's your name?" From her uniform, I knew her last name was Hogan but I wanted to know her first name.
"Oh, I'm Lily. It's nice to finally meet you, Azar." The newly named woman took her leave before William started his talk about today's battle.
Like last time, I barely paid attention and only tuned in when he mentioned us taking a plane. Wait what? Let's just say, I have a strong distaste for the flying death machines. And I'd rather fly my way then sit in one those things.
Once William got done with his speech and answering questions, he came over to me. Robert followed behind him. The male opened his mouth to say something but I beat him to it. "I'm not going inside one of those death contraptions," I scowled and crossed my arms.
He snapped his head back at my comment and turned to his buddy for help. "What 'death contraptions'?"
"A plane." My tone indicated that I despised those machines with all of my being. William snorted in reaction but quickly realized his mistake.
"Sorry, didn't mean to do that… Well, Azar, unless you can fly at five-hundred knots to get there before us or right when we do then you have no other choices. And, um, why do you hate planes?
"I've not only been nearly hit once, or twice, but three times. They're sneaky and fast," I growled and glared up at the man standing in front of me. "I hate planes." Both of the soldiers snorted this time and tried to hide their laughing but were failing, horribly.
William was the first to sober up, mostly. "Sorry, that was unexpected." He was met with a deeper scowl and a deadly fang. "Azar, there's no other choice. But, if you want, you can ride with the bots so you're not around humans."
"Fine, but if something happens, I'm blaming you." His partner snorted again, unable to keep quiet before excusing himself. Smart.
The captain shrugged his shoulders. "I promise you nothing will happen. And you have wings so there's nothing to worry about for you." Yeah right, you probably just jinxed it and now everything that can go wrong will.
"Don't make promises you can't keep." I received an eye roll from him. William motioned for me to get going.
"Move along, we're heading out now." I stood up and stretched my wings some since I was sitting down for some time.
"Don't be so pushy." I finally took to the air and glided out of the hangar, leaving the major to fend for himself.
But overall, the unease in my stomach wasn't leaving and only grew stronger the closer I got to the planes. William, did you just make this trip even worse? I have enough things to worry about, now including finding any information about Jackie Hogan. Hopefully the kid is still alive.
Children with social butterfly personalities didn't last long. I was one of the lucky ones…