Drone
Chapter Four
Silence
Word Count: 200
I haven't heard anything from my unit since arriving here.
The attack must have caused damage to my internal communicator. Nothing comes in, and nothing goes out. The airwaves are simply dead.
What exactly had I expected? Worried messages when I didn't arrive for roll call? "Missing Vehicon" bulletins across the open Decepticon channel? A massive search party combing the area?
Yeah right.
While I may be suffering from radio silence, this little human constantly at my side will not shut up. A few cycles here have taught me to ignore her rough handling, but I can never concentrate on actually thinking when she's babbling to herself.
"Oh my God, Jeffery! This is so tirin'. Why couldn't you have been in better shape when I found you? I'm actually kind of scared to look at your insides."
Don't touch my insides squishy. They're sensitive.
"Your rear axle is complete crap! I won't be surprised if I have to completely replace that thing. Maybe dad can spare some time to help…no! I'm doing this completely on my own. We'll get there Jeffery."
"Riley? Time to close up."
"'Kay dad!"
The shop closed for the night, and I slumped in relief. Silence.
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