Ally or Enemy?
Chapter 7: When weird gets downright Freakish.
I don't own Transformers.
Airiela pov
Okay, long story shortish, Raff managed to convince Wasp and me to go back to their base with them to clear Wasp's name. It was a long conversation, involving a lot of Shakespearean English just to annoy the bots. So, that's why we were all sitting in the living area. All being, myself, Raff, Wasp, Bee, Jack, Miko, their guardians, Ratchet, and, of course, Optimus Prime.
Can anyone say awkward? I mean, I am an abused, escaped slave, who knowingly and willingly aid and protect a convicted bot. They might go easy on me for being a kid, but Wasp will get in a lot of trouble if he isn't cleared. I was pacing the room nervously waiting for the verdict when the doors opened and a huge, angry bot stormed into the room with three smaller bots behind him.* The big bot went into the room where they were discussing Wasp and the other three waited. The light blue bot looked over at Bee and Bulkhead and waved shyly at the two. They returned the greeting with a nod and looked at the door with worry. I bit my lip and looked at Raff.
"Why for art we silenced? Such dark humor on a day of a comrade's return to the light? Doth that bot serves danger?" I asked Raff was about to respond when the orange bot by the blue one that wave spoke. "Nay, lady fair, he simply hath a head of diamond hard. He doth not wish to admit his wrongdoing." I realized what he was saying and got so mad I dropped the language altogether. "So he plans on sending an innocent bot to the stockade! Why doesn't he just declare himself a Con and get it over with!" I yelled.
Raff ran to my side. "There's no way Optimus. . ." a cocky voice interrupted "has a choice in the matter." we all turned to see Wasp fighting to get out of the larger bot's grip. "Wasp!" I cried running toward them. The big bot knocked me back in what he must have thought was a gentle way "You're in enough trouble, protoform. Don't add to the list." I growled at his words.
Raff pov
Out of nowhere, Air floated off the ground. Her eyes were glowing blue and her hair flew around her face like it was in a rough wind. It lengthened and turned white. Her glare penetrated the very soul of the Prime in front of her. She spoke in a voice that screamed untamed power. "You don't seem to have studied earth culture very well. If you had, you would know that abused children tend to cling to their loved ones. As they are all they have. And, if you knew that, you'd know that children can get violent went they don't get their way. Oh, and one more thing. Earth has telepathic beings. Just so you know."