Hey guys! REVIEW! If you don't review then I can't make the story better, just keep that in mind. But anyways, I do not own Transformers or any of the Transformers characters, besides my OC Astra and Decal belongs to ThatRedHeadedChick.

BTW, if anyone wants me to add them into the story, whether it be a human, temp autobot or temp decepticon than let me know. These characters will normally be in ONE chapter, however I may put them in other chapters, considering what they are. Now, enjoy ... oh yea and REVIEW! It only takes a minute. So get it done people.

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It had taken most of the day to get all the autobots projectors upgraded. It wasn't until late in the evening that the wreckers finally showed up. They were offered transport in a Lockheed C-5 Galaxy, a very large cargo plane that would have provided more than enough room for the wreckers. Wreckers didn't really like the idea of taking a plane there. Of course, they were all hoping that they'd be able to drive the 13+ hours to Washington, D.C. Wheeljack didn't want to have to wait that long. He wanted to get his new technology installed and then start teaching them how to use it, which, he knew, was going to be a hassle. That's probably why he assigned Astra to teach all the bots how to use it.

Currently, she was teaching the autobots, already on the base, how to control the solidity of their new holoforms. Some of the mechs had the looks of their original holoforms, and others had requested a new look. Bumblebee was one of the mechs who had a new look. Bumblebee's human form was about 5'11", with slightly shaggy blonde hair and greenish-blue eyes. Astra noted the wide, sharp angled jaw and his thin top lip and fuller bottom lip. Astra, in her holoform, stared at him for a minute before an aggravated cough snapped her out of her thoughts. "Uhh, so basically I should be able to put my hand on you, and I shouldn't get, what Lennox called, a 'Casper' effect."

Bee nodded and began to mess with the solidity settings on his projector. Once he had gotten them to where he wanted, he motioned for Astra to place her hand on him. Astra took a tiny step forward and place her hand onto his chest. She applied a bit too much pressure, causing her to fall through his body and hit the floor. She narrowed her eyes, as she slowly turned her head. Bee made a face. Even though he wasn't used to it, Bumblebee was able to use his voice. Wheeljack had made Bumblebee's upgrade special. Bee wasn't able to use his voice while he was in his original form, but his holoform was able to speak, making him look more like a human. "Sorry…"

Astra pushed herself up from the ground and dusted herself off. "…It's fine…"

From behind her she heard snickers. Rolling her eyes, she turned around, getting ready to scream at whoever was laughing. To her surprise, she saw the wreckers. Placing a hand on her hip, she narrowed her eyes at the three mechs. Roadbuster gave a little smirk as he looked at her, while Leadfoot continued his snickers. Topspin was the only one that was quiet. "Nice to see someone not laughing at me…"

Astra walked past the three giant robots, telling Bumblebee to go with her. Roadbuster and Leadfoot turned, their gazes following her tiny form. Roadbuster scoffed at her back. In his Scottish accent, he called after her. "Hey! When are we gettin' these bloody upgrades?"

Astra called over her shoulder at her. "Speak with Wheeljack. I'm teaching Bee something at the moment."

Roadbuster looked down at Bumblebee, who shrugged and walked off behind Astra. She took into Wheeljack's lab. He needed to get his settings down; otherwise his holoform was going to cause problems for him. "Okay, how about we do this. I'll place my hand onto you and you set the settings that way. That should make things easier, since we'll both be able to feel how solid you're making your holoform."

Bumblebee nodded at her again. She placed her hand onto his arm his time, not with a lot of pressure, but enough to feel how solid he was. At his current setting, he was slightly solid. Astra was still able to move her hand through his arm though, but she would have needed to apply more pressure in order to do so. She told Bee to raise his settings a bit and he did as he was told. Astra applied a bit more pressure and smiled. He was as solid as a human at this setting. "Make note of that setting and use it when you want to blend in with the humans. Of course you're settings go higher, but I wouldn't suggest using them."

"Why not?" Bee raised an eyebrow, confused.

"Well if say Sam were going to hug you, and your setting was too high, you'd probably hurt him. You're holoform would feel like reinforced steel to him."

Bee's eye widened a bit. "Ah, I see."

Astra giggled and patted him on the shoulder. Wheeljack walked in and smiled at the two of them. Accompanying him was Leadfoot. He was the first to get upgraded. Bee turned to Astra and bid her farewell before she transformed back into her original state. It took a few hours before Wheeljack and Astra had finished with Leadfoot, a few more hours before they were finished with Topspin. Roadbuster was the last to go. Leadfoot and Topspin were being taught how to use their settings and such by Ratchet. Astra could hear Leadfoot swearing in frustration. Shaking her head, she walked over to the chair that Wheeljack used for upgrading the autobots. Roadbuster looked over at her; a slightly worried expression was etched across his faceplates. "He's not goin' to offline me, is he?"

Astra giggled and shook her head. "If I survived his test, then I think you'll be fine. Besides, I wouldn't let him harm my favorite wrecker."

Roadbuster smirked as he closed his optics and waited to go offline for the procedure. Wheeljack stepped over him, and did the same motions he did when he upgraded Astra. Once Roadbuster was offlined, Wheeljack opened up his chestplate. He looked up at Astra and summoned her over with this hand. She moved to where he was standing looked down. "Can you hand me a wrench?"

Astra moved over to a large workbench and grabbed a wrench off of it. She walked back over, handing Wheeljack the wrench. He didn't look at her, just took the wrench and continued to work. When Wheeljack worked, nothing could really distract him. Of course, someone could walk in and give him a fright but Wheeljack claimed it was rare that he was ever distracted. Astra stared at him as he worked. He was just an inch or two over Roadbuster's open chest plate.

"Astra, could you come here and hold this aside for me? I don't want to get a shock."

Astra stepped closer to Roadbuster's unconscious body and Wheeljack. She looked down into Roadbuster's chest cavity and pushed aside what Wheeljack had asked her to. As she held the wires aside, Wheeljack drove his hand farther into the mechs chest. Anyone else probably would have been slightly terrified at the sight but Astra was used to this sort of this. She had seen Ratchet do things like this before. Speaking of which, she looked around her, not seeing Ratchet in sight. Astra shrugged it off, not wanting to disturb her mentor.

After some time, Wheeljack finally finished. He went over to his notes and scribbled down something. Astra stood by Roadbuster, waiting for him to wake back up. It wasn't long before his optics shuttered open and he was walking around the lab. "So how do I do this, Wheeljack?"

"Just transform into your alt mode and turn on your holoform like you normally would. Astra will teach you the rest. I have to speak with Optimus."

Roadbuster turned to look at Astra, who was now sitting at a workbench. Wheeljack had asked her to finish up one of his smaller inventions. It was a gun with three barrels attached to it. Wheeljack had told her that the bullets were going to be the fastest in the world. She had her doubts but she wasn't going to question him on it. The only thing she cared about was not being assigned to test the gun out. Astra didn't mind helping Wheeljack out in the lab, but there were certain things she was afraid to test out. Wheeljack's weapons were definitely in the 'not-to-fuck-with' category.

Roadbuster moved over to the table and leaned onto it. Astra slowly turned her head to look at him and raised an optic ridge. "What?"

"Aren't you going to teach me how to use this new holoform crap?"

She looked down at the gun for a moment then back at Roadbuster and nodded. She placed the gun gently down onto the ground and hopped off the chair. She transformed into her alt mode, and then activated her holoform. As she stepped of the bike, she instructed Roadbuster to transform and turn on his holoform. Surprisingly, he did what he was told. He stepped out of his green Chevy Impala, NASCAR edition. Astra stared at him like she had at Bumblebee. She really couldn't help herself. Most of the mechs looked amazing in their holoforms. Of course they looked amazing in their original forms as well, Roadbuster was no exception. His hair was short and brown, the same color as his eyes. He was roughly 6'. His body, from what she could tell under his holoforms clothing was tight. She glanced at his arms, noticing how muscular they were. If she didn't relax, she was going to have to fan herself off.

Roadbuster noticed her staring and raised a brow at her. Of course, his accent stuck. "What?"

Astra shook her head and smiled. "Um…nothing."

She needed to change the subject and telling him how to use his solidity settings was really her only way out. "Okay so like I told Bumblebee. You're settings can be either very high or very low. It depends on the bot. The settings go from 1 – 20. 20 being the densest. "

She turned her back to him and walked over to a workbench that was lower to the ground. It was made for the human scientists who would occasionally work with Wheeljack. She grabbed a sheet of paper off the table and walked back over to him. She thrust the paper in his hands, still a bit nervous from her staring act. "Read that over. It tells you how to use the settings. Just pick a number and I'll see if it's 'human' enough. Once we decided on a number, that's the number you'll be using when you want to convince humans that your human. As I told Bumblebee, the settings can be made to go higher but you probably shouldn't do that. In case a human decides to touch you. Wheeljack said if the setting is too high you're going to feel like reinforced steel to a human."

With that Roadbuster laughed. He looked up from the paper, a smirk on his face. "So if I go to the highest setting and some punk ass human punches me, he'll break his hand?"

Astra stared at him, wide eyed, for a moment. Surely, she didn't expect a different response out of good ol' Roadbuster did she? "Um, more like you would probably shatter his entire arm."

Roadbuster pursed his lips together and nodded before turning his gaze back to the paper. "Cool."

Astra continued to stare at him, slightly astounded. She knew she shouldn't be surprised by what he said, considering he was a wrecker and everyone knew that the wreckers were the most ruthless out of all the autobots. Still, she rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly. Roadbuster didn't seem to notice, he was too busy reading the manual that Wheeljack had written up. Astra took that time to walk back over to her bench and pull out some paper. Astra looked through scaled down versions of Wheeljack's inventions, all to make herself look busy. And to keep herself from staring at Roadbuster like an idiot.

"Alright, let me try this out." Astra turned around to see Roadbuster fading in and out. When the bots messed with the settings, they could basically disappear, making themselves virtually invisible to the naked eye. Once Roadbuster was settled, he walked over to Astra and grabbed her hand.

She raised her brow at him when he placed her hand onto his chest. "You know … you could have just kept a grip on my wrist. If you're setting was too low, you wouldn't have been able to touch me."

Roadbuster stared down at her. He was amazed how tiny her holoform was. Astra smirked and gently pushed him. "I think you're solid enough. Note the setting your on and use it from now on."

Roadbuster moved over to a seat next to her and plopped down. "So that's it?"

He didn't get a verbal response, but he did get a head shake. Astra was too busy trying to make herself look like she was actually doing work. Roadbuster looked down at the papers she was shuffling through and placed his hand on top of them. "So you gonna kick me out of Jack's lab?"

"You're free to go if you want." Astra looked up at his face, her eyes locking with his.

"Well, what if I have another question?"

"…Then ask…"

"Why don't we all have blue eyes?"

Astra shook her head slightly. She had a feeling he was going to be a real pain in the ass now. "Wheeljack didn't want decepticons figuring out that we were using holoforms. So if there were a bunch of us in one place, and a con happened to be there, the con would find it a bit odd that we all had blue eyes. The different colored eyes make us more conspicuous."

There that answer should satisfy him and keep him from asking her stupid questions about eye color. However, she had a feeling that he was going to ask her something just as pointless. She noted Roadbuster's expression as he watched her. "Okay then."

With that he stood up and made his way out of the lab. Astra's gaze followed him, causing her brow to rise slightly. How odd. Usually the wreckers liked to bust her chops and ask her all kinds of ridiculous scientific questions. They never did it to be mean, but she knew they really could care less. Leadfoot had once told her that it was to make her feel more comfortable around them, since they were so much more 'savage' than her. Leadfoot had figured that Astra wasn't interested in talking about how to dismantle a con in three easy steps.

Astra continued to stare at the door, hoping that Roadbuster might reappear but it never happened. Astra ending up transforming back into her original form and continuing her work on the gun. Wheeljack walked in and moved over to the workbench Astra was working on. "It seems like everyone has gotten the hang of using their holoforms, what would you say?"

Astra merely nodded, not looking up from her work. She bolted in the last piece of the gun and finally looked up at Wheeljack. "This is done. Where do you want me to put it?"

Wheeljack pointed over to a cabinet. It's where he put all his finished inventions that he hadn't tested yet. Astra walked over to the cabinet and carefully placed it inside. Astra grabbed a few bottles from the table next to the cabinet and walked back over to the table. The bottles were filled with neon yellow and blue liquid. Wheeljack watched her as she moved. He realized she was making more boomsticks. "What are you doing? I don't think we need those anymore."

Astra shrugged. She was really only making more boomsticks to keep herself occupied. Wheeljack really didn't need her for anything else that night, and if she was free to roam around the base, she knew she would go and look for the wreckers. Why? Only because she secretly wanted to stare at Roadbuster some more. In fact, she wanted to stare at all of the mechs; most of them looked amazing in their holoforms.

Astra, being that she was femme, really loved watching the mechs. It didn't matter what they were doing, whether they were fighting on the battlefield or talking to a comrade. Decal would describe Astra as being a mech-crazy. And thankfully, she only thought of Astra as mech-crazy. Decal used to call some femmes, mech-eaters, because they would attack any mech and basically try to mate with them. Those were the femmes that both Astra and Decal couldn't stand.

Speaking of Decal, Astra hadn't seen her all day, except for when she came in and got her projector upgraded. Astra thought about it for a moment and came to the realization that Decal was probably out doing what she wanted to do, go stare at the mechs whether they were in the holoforms or not. Astra laughed at the thought but was quickly interrupted when Decal appeared in the doorway. "That's so weird…I was just thinking about you."

Decal laughed and walked over to her. "Why? Miss me that much?"

Astra playfully rolled her optics. "Of course, don't you know I dream about you all day long?"

Decal laughed as she sat down next to Astra. "I knew it."

The two femmes spoke for a few minutes, catching up on the gossip around the base, which surprisingly wasn't much. Then again, maybe it wasn't so surprising. Decal and Astra were the only femmes around and everyone knew that it was the femmes that were the chatterboxes and the gossipers. Astra and Decal were intrigued when they were told by a few humans that human women were the same way. A soldier had told them that his wife had something called "the gift of gab", which, in his words, meant that she would talk nonstop all day. And that included gossiping with her friends about other women in the neighborhood. Astra laughed at the thought of her asking, 'Is she speaks nonstop all day when does she have time to breathe?' Of course, Astra had stated this within a few days of her arriving on Earth and at the time, she didn't fully understand humans and the way they acted.

The femmes had switched the subject and somehow began talking about all the mechs and their current holoforms. Decal had stated that she loved the way Ironhide and Mirage looked, in their holoforms and in their normal state. Astra had to confess that she had a slight crush on Roadbuster. She confessed though that this crush had gone back to when she first started living with them at the NASA base. Decal had stared at her in awe then finally broke and said, 'You need to tell him.' There was no in the pit that Astra was just going to blurt out to Roadbuster that she wanted him and his sexy body. No way, no how.

Decal sat there for a few moments, trying to convince Astra to 'man up' and speak to Roadbuster about this ridiculous little crush. Astra rolled her optics a few times, telling Decal that there was no way Roadbuster would want to be with her and that it was a complete waste of time anyways. "Why? The war is over. We can relax now and what better to relax than sparking up with Roadbuster."

"Oh primus, Decal, shut up!" Astra narrowed her optics at her as Decal just laughed. Finally, she stretched before hopping off the chair. "Hey, I need to go into stasis for the night. I'm exhausted."

"Good, get the frag out." Astra smirked as Decal hopped off the chair and walked out. She called over her shoulder to Astra, telling her that if she didn't speak to Roadbuster that she would speak to him, herself. Astra sighed and placed her head onto the table.

"Astra…" A very Scottish accent sounded through the lab, causing Astra to freeze.