Wheezing, you dropped the data pad next you. You were a civilian liaison. How? You got tangled with the bots in Italy. All you wanted was some vacation time while Decepticons seemed to plow through your hotel. Some political guys were on the same level...and let's just say you saw some papers no one else was to see. Galloway was upset, but you ended up making a name for yourself.
You worked around the base before Lennox suggested you be the connection for the Autobots, since Gallowdouchey and others weren't as amazed just to be in the same room with them. Well the Autobots weren't amazed by them either.
So now here you were, in front of Prime's abode, breathing your heart out with a huge date tablet next to you. Damn thing wasn't breaking a sweat. Other N.E.S.T workers looked at you concerned, but you waved them off. Time to knock, or pound your puny fists on the giant metal door.
"You may come in." You heard Optimus say.
You didn't say anything, as last time you had to yell for him to hear you. Others didn't take to kindly to that.
Optimus noticed the silence and the door swished open. "Hey Big O." You cheered. You had the tablet in your hands, dragging it on the floor. Good thing it had a cover or you would be buying another one.
"Hello [Name]." He took the data pad from your hands, seeing you pale with each step. "I do not understand why you carry these every time. Is there not a device to simply hold it for you?" He watched as you crawled onto his other servo and put you and the data pad on the table. You huffed and rolled to the side.
"No, I think Galloway just enjoys knowing I suffer. But hey, I'd enjoy watching him suffer too, him and his...small peanut balls." You muttered. Gallowdouchey was a coward, no doubt about that. Always hiding behind political power.
Optimus only hummed, hearing you mumble to yourself. He would talk to Lennox about getting you something to carry in whatever, and he would also talk to Galloway.
"You know what would be smart?" You said, lying on your back away from the data pad. "If we got a flash drive to carry all the files that you needed to agree too or whatever, and just plugging it into a data pad here. I could carry that like a feather, with my new muscles from all that lifting." Maybe you would talk to Ratchet about that.
"You could ask Wheeljack to make one." Optimus shifted his optics over to you. Your legs were hanging off of his metal table. It was cold and helped you and your stressed body.
"Nah, he almost killed me today." That caused a thud, and you looked over to Optimus. Did he just jump?
"What did he exactly do?" His worry was seen in his optics, which made you sit up.
"Walked in on the wrong time," You then explained that Wheeljack was making some new technology to aid the human's rifles in the fight against the remaining Decepticons. No one stepped up to the plate to try it, and well you turned into the guinea pig, or the space slug, as Wheeljack had put it. It fizzed up, making you panic and trying shake it off. Another soldier came over and pulled it off your arm and kicked it in the air. You had never seen a firework that close.
"Good thing you are alright." Optimus nodded at you.
"Yeah or else you would have to deal with Gaboomboom by yourself." You joked. Gaboomboom meant that Galloway always exploded in anger at you or another bot. Kind of like how you almost exploded...
"No." He muttered. "I would have done something."
"Why not do something now?" You asked. He was rude, not only to Autobots but to other soldiers.
"He only cares deeply about the world he and others live in, unless there is a major problem or threat I would have to discuss it with other personnel." The only reason you were able to be at N.E.S.T was because of the Director. Even though many disliked him, he knew how to do his job. He chose you because of your background and education, and it helped you harden into the person you were today. Without you knowing it, the Director made you less easy to pick at in the conferences. It also made you meet Optimus himself, and if someone else was here, they would have made you sworn to secrecy and go home. After many months talking to you, he didn't really want to see you go.
You laid back down only for your phone to beep. "Agh fuck." You grunted.
Optimus looked at you and then digitally signed the documents on the data pad. "Need a lift?"
"Falling to the floor would be nice, but a lift would be great." You climbed into his outstretched servo only to hear his engine rumble lowly. "Bad joke?"
"Considering your disrupted meeting with offlining earlier, yes, it was a bad joke." He let you onto the ground. "Be safe [Name]."
"Mkay Big O. You too." Now to go see what the Director wanted.