AN: Wow. I honestly can't believe this story broke a hundred reviews yesterday. Thank you guys so much for the support! :D
Drone
Chapter Sixteen
Waiting
Word Count: 199
With a new tank of Energon, my injuries began to heal at a faster pace. There were still the cosmetic things, but the aches and pains inside began to slowly work themselves out. A few days on strict bed rest were beginning to do me some good, and I wondered why we—as in Vehicons—had never been allowed to sit out a few fights and properly heal. It would seem like having your foot soldiers in better conditions would have proved more useful to both Megatron and Starscream instead of wasting materials to create more.
At this point, I was just waiting for Riley to finish the paint job she was dead set on completing. Sanding me down to my bare plating had been an odd, if not irritating, experience. As a drone, I had never been given the option to even repaint my original colors, let alone change my entire look.
I won't lie—I'm feeling a little nervous about this change. Soon I won't look like every other Vehicon; I won't blend into our numbers like I used to. Would I be able to return after such a dramatic change?
Was I honestly even trying anymore?
Transformers © Hasbro