I'm so sorry this took forever to do. I've lost more family members recently and on top of that have been swamped with work and school. I feel terrible and wanted to make sure I continued the story for you all. Thank you fro being so loyal to the story and I apologize again. I'm trying to get back into things. This is just a quick little fun chapter to get things moving again. Hope you all like it! Bringing in Smokescreen because I love him!
All Transformers belong to Hasbro, but I own Opal:)
It was still dark by the time Ironhide began his hunt for the insecticon. The cadets and sergeants were all still in deep recharge in preparation for the next rigorous day of training. Just because the outside courses were prohibited for safety reasons, did not mean the impending graduation challenge would be ignored.
Ironhide noticed he would have to face his own challenge: maneuvering through the premises as quiet as possible. Each awkward clunk and clang from his massive frame was followed by a procession of grunts and curses.
Since the insecticon attack Opal and Bee grew even closer. And since then they even welcomed a new roommate. He was fun, energetic, and fit right in with their niche. His name fit his sporty personae: Smokescreen. With a new friend, the recovery from the attack became much more bearable.
Smokescreen was the first to wake from the echoing thumps and metal clanging outside their barracks.
"Hey Bee? You up?" Smokescreen peeped over the side of a recharging Bee. "Bee?" He whispered again.
He then proceeded to Opal's bunk. "Opal hey Op."
"hnngg…S-Smokescreen? What is it?" She asked wearily.
"You hear that?"
"No and frankly I don't want to hear anything but the sound of you snoring." She snapped sleepily.
Smokescreen paused, and opened his mouth slightly as if offended. "I don't snore!...Do I?"
"Yep all the time. Please go back to bed. We have training tomorrow."
"Actually you mean today. Today we have training. It's morning now."
Opal threw a pillow against Smokescreen's face. "Hey! Ok I get the hint." He chuckled and went back to his own cot. "Sweet dreams little miss grump bot."
Opal exhaled heavily and closed her tired optics, listening to the faint dwindling footsteps that Smokescreen had mentioned.
"Primus it's like a fraggin maze in here!" Ironhide mumbled and eventually made his way to the back exit to the obstacle course.
"Finally." Ironhide rotated his cannons in triumph and began a steady stride to the forest. His quiet walk was suddenly interrupted by the sound of his com-link activating.
'Optimus to Ironhide do you read?' Optimus' resonating voice filled his audios.
"I'm here Prime everything's good to go. I'm actually starting the hunt now."
Optimus' voice followed a few seconds of static, "and your trip went smoothly I hope? Everyone is safe yes? You know that is imperative.'
"Affirmative Prime don't you worry, I got everyth—oww dammit stupid fraggin-"
Optimus listened over the computer console in awkward silence; Ratchet, who had listened with him, failed to hide a smirk of amusement.
"He's your security officer." Ratchet broke the quiet, crossing his arms.
"Ironhide?" Optimus asked with a raised eyebrow, "Is everything a-"
"Sorry, Sorry Prime there's a ton of these fraggin forest weeds and they tangle all in the joints like you wouldn't believe. How the slag are these kids supposed to run this thing?"
"Easy Ironhide, they're actually athletic." Ratchet interposed.
There was slight static again, "Big talk from a medic with more rust in his pistons than a scrap yard."
Ratchet scoffed and opened his mouth to retort, but Optimus motions him back, "Easy you two. We have a mission, Ironhide report back regularly and be safe." With his last words he ended the com-link.
Ratchet mumbled angrily back to med-bay. "Rusty pistons he says see if I repair his sorry aft next time he gets his aft in danger."
Optimus revealed a secret smile and resumed his previous duties of preparing for his own arrival to the base.
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