When I finally took control over my body again, I was laid out in the sun, next to a warehouse. Did they move me? I raise my head and shake off the dust.
"Hey watch where you shakin'!" I looked down to my side and saw Jazz sitting, leaning back on my long body. I couldn't help but purr and lower my head next to him. "Yeah Yeah, good ta see ya too... You had some of us worried when ya recharged fo' so long." I tilted my head questioningly. "Ya been rechargin' fo' 6 Orbital cycles." He elaborated and I just blinked at him. That's like six days right? Maybe it's more. I yawn and stretch out my long neck before raising on my front paws, back side panels shifting and allowing my hind legs to shift out, pushing my torso full off the ground. My tail curled slightly before simply laying limp and twitching only once. Jazz stood up and stretched out his own joints. I nudged him, causing him to stumble forward. I snickered as he looked up at my with a scowl.
I looked away from him to the warehouse and studied the size of the door. I could fit in, just have to mind my head.
"Hey! You listenin'?" I looked back down at Jazz as he paused walking ahead. I huffed at him and he shook his head. "Sweet Primus...Anyways Boss-bot, Hatchet and da humans wanted ta see ya." I huffed again and slowly followed after him into the warehouse where the other Autobots must be. I ducked my head first through the entrance and slouched slightly as I made my way into the hanger before reaching a section where the roof was lifted. I stretched up straight and a deep shiver ran through my entire frame. Each panel along my spine flared up before laying sleek down.
"Ah Predacon, I see you rested well?" I looked down at the deep voice and grumbled softly to Optimus. With a nod I laid my body down, crossed my front servos over each other and watched them as Optimus took a step closer to me with Ratchet. I looked at the large screens that had individual faces, some shadowed for privacy.
"This is the N.B.E Two that Sector Seven had down in their lower levels?" A slightly distorted voice said. Looking over to the monitors I wish I could talk just to say 'No I'm the goddamn cat of the lady across the way'. At the raised platform were Will, Epps, and Keller. Looking around slightly I felt myself relax as Jazz stood next to me. I purred gently as I picked him up by the scruff of his neck delicately and set him down between my paws.
"O-Oi!" I snickered as my hatchling squirmed a bit to get out by I pulled him closer, allowing my spark to pulse at him. There was chuckling from the two other Autobots and laughs from Epps and Will while Keller just looked on with a raised brow and hinted smile. Jazz gave up struggling and slouched, pouting. I kept him there through the whole meeting.
Welp, now I have been threatened-aggressively advised-to work for the USA government with the other Autobots, or I will face immediate termination. Even though I feel they don't have the technology yet to really harm me-Seeing as I took a blast from IRONHIDE'S cannons to the snout and brushed it off as a slight tickle. Fucking aye what kind of body is this?- I don't feel like asserting my dominance over them all-wait- Where the hell did that thought come from?
Anyways right now I had Jazz laying on my back as I laid out on an old run way on base, soaking in the remaining rays of sun as it was setting. My spark was pulsing softly to Jazz and I could feel his in return respond well. I feel as though my hatchling is still a bit hesitant to link our bond fully. I can fully understand but Jazz being around me right now shows me how he's cool with it and maybe just needs to be sure before linking? I don't know really...
Engines faded in from behind and I turned my head around as Jazz sat up as well. "Well look's like ol Hatchet is coming ta give ya ah physical." Jazz said as he looked up at me before jumping off my back. I huffed before stretching out and laying my head down next to where he was standing. I'm not be a fan of doctors but I should feel really honored that THE Ratchet is going to check my health, but... as I said before I am not a fan of doctors. And that's just because of my childhood with doctors. I got easily sick as a kid because I didn't listen to my parents when they said something would make me sick. Still did it because I was a kid. I laugh mentally before watching Ratchet pull up and stop, transforming. I lifted my head. -Why can't I choose to lay it down or keep it up?!-
"Ah, yes predacon..." Ratchet began with a slight tip of his head. I grumbled low deep in my throat as I set my head down on the ground to be more eye-to-eye with them. Another thing, it's weird for me to be taller than them... especially Optimus. I'm actually very upset that I can't step onto their hands and have them carry tiny me around on their shoulders or something... that's like every fans dream! "I am sure that Jazz has told you of why I am hear correct?" My optics looked over to Jazz before looking back to Ratchet. I huffed at him. "And I take it I will have your full co-operation?" I groaned but lifted my head slightly to nod before laying it down again. Ratchet nodded once before I felt a tingly sensation over my head. I huffed at him with what I hoped he saw as an uncomfortable look. "I can only scan to much of you in depth to allow this to go faster. If I were to have light scans over your entire form it may take a rough estimate of 7 Joors to get the most basic of information and a possible 10 Deca-cycles to get adequate information and even then it would not be enough to be consider a proper physical." I cycled my optics at him. All I understood that that tingle sensation is the faster way to get information from me. That's it. With a grumble and offlined my optics and slipped back into the bubble.
Hey! I'm sorry if this isn't much for such the long wait...! Sorry! I hope you enjoyed it anyways. ^^