A/N Whoo, a review. Guest, the reason I didn't explain his appearance is, not because I'm lazy, but I want you to use your imagination. I might give you little insights into how he looks later in the story, but, for those of you who've read Tom Sawyer, you won't get much of a description of looks.
When I woke up, my eyes were slightly burning after only a breem's worth of rest the night before. I entered the code unlocking the door, and exited my quarters. I was wondering if I would receive the quarters I was promised, fitting my size instead of the large bot sized ones I currently resided in. I walked into the hallway, and turned left, heading towards the command room. As I walked forward, I saw that Ratchet was still hovering over his console, while the other bots were nowhere to be seen. I went over and climbed the latter, attempting to reach the couch and the television. As I climbed, the CMO spoke to me.
"How was your recharge?" he asked me and turned slightly from his work.
"It was fine. I never could have guessed television could wear your eyes out so quickly," I replied, still rubbing the sleep from them.
"So quickly? You were watching that thing for three breems. I only wonder how you could find such entertainment from a small box sitting on a pedestal," he grumbled, turning back to his work.
"It was… informative," I said turning on the cube again. I found a smaller box by several units, and it had many buttons on it. It appeared to control the television remotely. I pressed the first button at the top of the small rectangle. Nothing happened, so I pressed the bottom button of the small box. It appears that I had the remote upside down, and the container sprang to life. I pressed buttons with arrows pointing up and down, and the volume of which the man spoke raised and lowered. I pressed the other button containing arrows, and the viewing switched. I sat back in the couch and relished not having to get up to change the view every time I wished.
"Humans and their ingenuity," I marveled, and sat back. I was occupied learning from the box, when Jack and his partner walked- well, drove in to the silo.
"We easily hit one fifty, Arcee. You never cease to amaze me," he said to the cycle.
"What, transforming into a motorcycle doesn't do it anymore?" she questioned her the man.
"Hmm? No, not at all," he joked.
"You do realize I am the only one who'll pick you up from work. Otherwise you haveta bike there," she said, deadpanning. He paused for a moment, then returned to praise her.
"You are quite amazing… and should continue to drive me back and forth from work…" he added slowly. They shared a laugh then walked deeper into the base, most likely for target practice. Just then, Bulkhead, Miko, Bumblebee and Raf drove into the base. Apparently, Raf and Bee had been racing remote control cars out in the desert, and Miko and Bulkhead had been at a "bloodsport", quoting the chief medical officer.
"You could have easily beaten those guys, Bulk," she said to the Wrecker.
The Wrecker laughed. "Right Miko, and it would have all gone well for the other audience to see a six ton mech go running into the arena and smash one of the cars."
They too walked off. Bumblebee and Raf were talking, about what I'll probably never know. They left the command room in silence aside from random beeps from buttons being pressed by Ratchet. I decided to go see where the company went, and headed off after Bumblebee. I found them in the armory slash firing range. Arcee was having a contest with Bulkhead, targets whirring and whizzing in all directions. Soon enough, Arcee scored a hit, and Bulkhead groaned. She smiled, and Bumblebee stepped up after Bulkhead went to sit down by Miko. Bumblebee took aim with his duel blasters in each arm. Arcee pulled a switch on the wall and the targets started moving. I watched as she took aim. Bumblebee was relying on quality of shots while Arcee took her time to aim. She fired at the same time as Bumblebee. Both hit their targets, and cheered. Then they turned to see the other had also scored and both expressions dropped into frowns.
"C'mon let's see some action!" Miko yelled from the sidelines. Both bots decided to take a break and sit down. Bumblebee went to grab an energon refreshment as Arcee went to visit the wash racks. As Bumblebee returned refreshed, Bulkhead stood up and the game went on.
I saw the family these humans had made and felt a drop in my heart. I walked away and went to find the leader. When I reached his quarters, I knocked.
"You may enter," the mech said in a deep voice.
"Hello, Optimus. I came to see if I might attempt a... scientific experiment of importance to me," I told the Prime.
"And what would that be, Lot?" He questioned.
"Well, I was thinking of attempting to send a signal out in deep space, and see if anyone from Conia responds. I... wish to see some of my kind. I grown lonely," I replied with a drop in my mood.
"I see. I shall petition Ratchet. Is there anything else you would like?"
"No. Thank you," I said, and went to lie down. Perhaps I shall find Conians. Well they shall not be called Conians, they most likely have a new home world by now. I shall ask if – when I see them. I thought to myself as I lay in bed. I closed my eyes and drifted off.