Drone
Chapter Twenty Five
Foreign
Word Count: 200
Requesting a Ground Bridge was easier than I thought it'd be. If I didn't know better, I would've thought that Soundwave was just waiting for the request. I walked straight onto the observation deck of the Nemesis and was treated to the ever blank expression of the mech. I stared back at Soundwave until he finally turned back to his console and whatever he had been doing before.
While I had lost his attention, I had gained it from a few of the Vehicons currently on deck. One Vehicon—a new one—stared at me with curiosity. "What's up with the weird colors?"
I looked down and realized that I still sported my neon green and dark blue paint scheme. I shrugged as others began to look my way. "Felt like changing a little."
"Why?"
I stared at all of them, and they stared back. How could a place and its inhabitants that were so familiar seem so foreign? The usual Vehicon camaraderie seen on the ship was completely missing from their gazes as they analyzed me. Deep down, I knew this would happen. They wouldn't welcome me back because of a paint job.
And I didn't feel any remorse.
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