"Heya, Sweetspark, meet my crew," Cliff said, nodding towards the other Autobots. Techno's gaze shifted to the others, her eyes widening as she took in their impressive forms. Feeling a surge of determination, Techno approached the Autobots, with Cliff walking several feet behind her as to not out pace her or walk over her. There was a big possibility that without watching where he stepped he could step on her, though she very much doubts that would kill her given she was practically immortal and maybe she was given how many things she was promised.
Out of the group of Autobots one stepped forward, He was tall and his aura commanded respect. He was blue, red and chrome, he stood almost regally and his walk even more so catching her full attention she couldn't help but straighten as he walked close but stayed several feet away.
"Welcome Technoblade, To Autobot Omega base, I am Optimus Prime"
Welcome to chapter 3 of Anarchy
and so it continues…
Technoblade stood in front of the towering giant Optimus Prime as he gazed down at her with those awesome blue eyes of his, or Optics she guessed they were called. Right as Techno opened her mouth to speak, a different Autobot spoke up. "Optimus, She does indeed scan as a human although with a genetic mutation making her hair and eyes this…odd color. But I don't believe for one Nano-click that this girl's name is Technoblade" It was the old grumpy voice from the radio, the one Cliffjumper called Ratch.
Technoblade felt a chill run down her spine as she heard the gruff and skeptical voice of Ratch. She turned her attention towards the source of the voice, her eyes landing on the old and worn Autobot with the medic symbol. His stern expression matched his no-nonsense voice of an individual who didn't particularly care for humans. Techno couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation as she prepared herself to face Ratchet's scrutiny.
Optimus Prime, towering above her, looked down at Techno with a mix of curiosity and reassurance in his optics. His presence alone instilled a sense of calm in her, reminding her that she was among the friends. Techno took a deep breath, gathering her courage to address the doubts raised by the medic.
"Um, well, sir... Optimus," Techno began, her voice wavering slightly but steadily. "I understand that my name might sound unusual for a human, but it is indeed my name. It's on all my official records if you want to look those up, My full name is Technoblade Sebredotter" Ratch's stern gaze intensified as he studied her, his skepticism apparent as he moved to his computer and began typing "Your name sounds too much like a Cybertronian but, Its right here, Technoblade Sebredotter, you even live close by…anyway I am Ratchet the Autobot medic"
Techno hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to go about this situation. She glanced at Cliffjumper, seeking some support, before turning her attention back to Ratchet. Cliff spoke up with a slight edge "Ratchet, Techno here is fully human like you've scanned, I trust her, besides she's tiny, squishy and cute what's not to love" Cliff's voice turning flirty and playful in hopes of embarrassing Techno.
Optimus Prime, ever the voice of reason and wisdom, spoke up once more. "Ratchet, we shall remain vigilant and assess Technoblade's intentions. But let us not forget that she has already shown courage and determination in joining us here in the base. We must give her a chance to prove herself."
Technoblade nodded, grateful for Optimus Prime's support amidst Ratchet's skepticism. She took a moment to compose herself before turning her attention to the other Autobots present in the room. Her gaze fell upon a sleek and agile-looking blue Autobot, who stood with grace and confidence. It was Arcee, the female warrior among the Autobots. Arcee's cerulean optics met Techno's gaze, and there was a flicker of curiosity in her expression. "Technoblade, was it? Welcome to the Autobot base. I'm Arcee, the scout and intelligence specialist," she introduced herself with a warm yet cautious tone.
Techno offered a small smile in return, relieved to be greeted by someone who seemed more open-minded. "Nice to meet you, Arcee, nice to put a face to the voice. Thanks for the welcome," she replied, giving the femme a small wave. Techno's attention was suddenly diverted by the arrival of another Autobot. He had vibrant yellow armor, and his energy buzzed with an infectious energy. His energetic presence and charming demeanor were hard to ignore.
The yellow bot's optics widened as he caught sight of Techno, and a playful aura formed around him. He approached her with an eager bounce in his step. :Hey there, gorgeous. The name is Bumblebee, but you can call me your future Sparkmate 'Cause I gotta say, you're sparking some serious interest: Bumblebee flirted, his voice filled with charm. Techno noticed that he wasn't talking in English but she could understand him perfectly.
Techno couldn't help but laugh at his bold approach, her cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. She was caught off guard by Bumblebee's flirtatious nature, unsure of how to respond. Glancing at Cliffjumper, she noticed a hint of jealousy flicker in his optics, which only added to her confusion.
"Well, Bumblebee, I appreciate the interest, but I don't really know you yet ," Techno replied with an embarrassed tone, not wanting to encourage Bumblebee's advances too much. Bumblebee chuckled, his playful demeanor unfazed. :No worries, Techno. We'll have plenty of time for sparks to fly later. Surprised you can understand me, I'm speaking cybertronian binary: he said, winking at her before turning his attention back to the ongoing discussion. "Binary isn't that hard to understand, it's similar to the human binary." She said with a nervous smile.
Another towering figure stepped forward, drawing Technoblade's attention. It was a bulky shiny black colored bot. His deep, gravelly voice resonated through the room as he spoke. "Well, well, well, what have we here? A human with a fire in her optics," He said with a sly smile, his optics twinkling mischievously. I must say, you're turning heads, darlin'. Care to show this old bot a good time?"
"Ah, Ironhide, always the charmer," Arcee chimed in, her tone tinged with amusement. "Technoblade, meet Ironhide. He's our heavy weapons specialist and another resident flirt."
Technoblade blinked in surprise, momentarily taken aback by Ironhide's forwardness. She glanced at Bumblebee and Cliffjumper, noting the sudden tension in their expressions. It seemed that Ironhide's flirtatious nature had stirred up a bit of competition.
With a playful glint in her eyes, Technoblade decided to play along, knowing it would tease both Bumblebee and Cliffjumper. "Well, Ironhide, if you can handle the intensity this human, then maybe we can have some fucking fun," she replied, matching his playful tone.
Bumblebee and Cliffjumper exchanged glances, their jealousy becoming more evident. They had underestimated Technoblade's ability to hold her own amidst their flirtatious banter. Ironhide chuckled deeply, appreciating Technoblade's response. "I like your spirit, darlin'. It seems we'll have ourselves quite the adventure together," he remarked, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and intrigue.
Techno couldn't help but feel a surge of amusement as she watched the reactions of Bumblebee and Cliffjumper. It was clear that her presence had shaken things up. Techno couldn't help but chuckle, finding herself caught in the middle of Autobot flirtatious banter. "I see, so this is a damn competition now? Who can make me blush the most?" she quipped, challenging Ironhide and the others.
As the introductions and banter continued among the Autobots, two more bots stepped forward, drawing Technoblade's attention. They were very obviously twins, one yellow and the other red.
The twin that had a sleek yellow and black exterior, exuded an air of arrogance as he surveyed Techno with a critical eye. His voice dripped with disdain as he spoke, "Humans, always getting their oily hands on everything. Can't say I'm thrilled to have another one in our midst. I'm Sunstreaker, Stay out of my way, human."
Technoblade raised an eyebrow, unperturbed by Sunstreaker's attitude. She met his gaze with a steely determination. "Well, Sunstreaker, I'll be sure to keep my 'oily hands' away from you. But don't underestimate what a human can bring to the table you heaping pile of slag." She growled at him with a snarled upturn of her lip. This made Sunstreaker step forward in a threating manner only to be blocked by Ironhide's arm and a silent glare.
On the other hand, the flamboyant and charming counterpart to Sunstreaker, approached Technoblade with a confident swagger. His bright red exterior and sleek design caught her attention, and there was a mischievous spark in his optics. "Hey there, gorgeous. Name's Sideswipe, and I gotta say, you're one fine-looking human," he said with a playful wink. "If you ever need a partner to spice up this adventure, I'm your bot."
Techno couldn't help but chuckle at Sideswipe's bold approach. "Well, Sideswipe, you certainly know how to make an impression." Sunstreaker scowled at his twin, clearly annoyed by Sideswipe's flirtatious nature. "Don't let his charm fool you. He's all flash and no substance," he grumbled.
Amidst the playful rivalry between the twins, Techno found herself intrigued by the dynamics of their personalities. It was clear that Sunstreaker held a deep-seated bias against humans, while Sideswipe saw the world as something fun.
Techno grumbled to herself she felt like she was getting whiplash with how many of the Autobots were flirting with her, she was just glad Optimus and Ratchet didn't try to flirt, she didn't think her heart could take hearing Optimus' voice in a flirty way.
Technoblade glanced around, hoping for a moment of respite from the flirtatious advances of the Autobots. However, her wish seemed to be short-lived as a sleek silver and black bot caught her attention. With a confident swagger, The bot approached Techno, a mischievous glint in his optics. He leaned down close, his voice dropping to a low, seductive tone. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? A beautiful human amidst the mayhem Names Jazz Autobot Saboteur. Care to dance, darlin'? I can show you moves that'll make your spark race."
Technoblade's eyes widened in surprise at Jazz's audacious advance. She took a step back, trying to regain her composure. "Holy fuck y-you are straight forward, I a-appreciate the offer, but I…" Jazz chuckled, interrupting her stuttered response. "No worries, sweetness. I'll be here, ready to show you a good time when your ready"
Technoblade couldn't help but feel uncomfortable with the forwardness of the very intimate invitation. "I'll…um, keep that in mind, Jazz." As Jazz sauntered off, still wearing a confident smile, Technoblade couldn't help but shake her head. The Autobots certainly had no shortage of personality, and Jazz's forwardness only added to the mix. Slowly she felt herself becoming more and more drained at the constant advances.
As Jazz's flirtatious advances faded into the background, Technoblade noticed a shift in the atmosphere. Ironhide, Cliffjumper, and Bumblebee, who had been observing the interaction, exchanged glances that were filled with a mixture of jealousy and protectiveness. Ironhide's massive form bristled with tension, his cannon-arm crackling with energy. Cliffjumper's fists clenched tightly, his expression a mix of annoyance and determination. Bumblebee, usually cheerful and friendly, wore a stern expression as he crossed his arms.
"Jazz, you better back off," Ironhide growled, his voice resonating with a warning. "Techno ain't interested in your smooth talk." Cliffjumper nodded in agreement, his gaze fixed on Jazz. "You were way too fragging forward with that slag, Techno ain't that type of femme" Cliff spoke anger very clearly in his voice, Bumblebee just glared without saying anything.
With a stern expression, Optimus Prime raised his hand, calling for the attention of the Autobots. His voice boomed across the room, commanding their full focus. "That is Enough!" he declared firmly. "This behavior is unacceptable. While I figured the flirting was harmless, Jazz, your words had clearly made Technoblade uncomfortable yet you did not see this." His voice held a disappointed tone that made the Autobots stiffen.
The Autobot leader cast a compassionate gaze towards Technoblade, recognizing her overwhelmed state. "Technoblade, please come with me," Optimus said, his voice gentle yet commanding. He extended his hand, palm facing up, creating a safe space for her. "You need a moment away from the chaos to ensure your well-being." Technoblade hesitated for a moment, her eyes darting between Optimus and the other Autobots. She could see the genuine concern in Optimus' optics, his desire to protect her from the overwhelming situation.
With a nod of gratitude, Technoblade took a step forward and climbed into the open palm of Optimus' hand and settled into a seated position holding onto one of his fingers. She felt a sense of comfort yet she was still slightly uncomfortable around the leader mainly due to his size. With a nod Optimus began carrying Techno gently to a quieter corner of the base, away from the tension and the others.
As Optimus Prime cradled Technoblade in his hand, she couldn't help but marvel at the immense size and strength of the Autobot leader. She clung onto one of his fingers for stability, her body nestled comfortably against his palm. It was a peculiar blend of awe and vulnerability, being in such close proximity to a towering robotic being.
The gentle movements of Optimus as he strolled through the base were unexpectedly soothing, the rhythmic swaying lulling Technoblade into a sense of calm. The chaos and tension that had surrounded her earlier now felt distant, replaced by a serene tranquility in Optimus' presence.
Eventually, they arrived at a secluded corner of the base, far from prying optics and overhearing audios. Technoblade mustered her courage and spoke softly, "Thank you, Optimus. I can't help but feel that there's something wrong with me. Cliffjumper has been unusually friendly towards me from the very beginning."
Optimus Prime listened attentively to Technoblade's concerns, his optics reflecting understanding and empathy. He gently lowered her to a nearby workbench, ensuring she was comfortable before responding.
"Technoblade, there is nothing inherently wrong with you," Optimus reassured her, his deep voice resonating with warmth. "Cliffjumper's behavior may be rooted in a variety of factors, and it's essential not to jump to conclusions. Autobots, like humans, have their unique personalities and ways of expressing themselves."
Technoblade nodded "I understand that I really do, but It's not just him you saw how Bumblebee flirted with me, same with Ironhide and Sideswipe. Jazz outright asked me to do the fucking horizontal tango with him. While I can flirt back with the best, I've never had this many flirty guys around me before. Like oh my fucking GOD I felt like they all were going to jump me and take me to a bedroom with how things were going, thank you for stopping that and any other bots that wanted to flirt while giving their introductions. I saw that there were some other guys that didn't get to introduce themselves before you pulled me away."
Optimus Prime nodded in understanding, his optics filled with empathy. "I apologize for the overwhelming attention, Technoblade. The Autobots are an eccentric group, each with their own way of expressing themselves. Flirting, in some cases, is their attempt at forming connections or simply showcasing their personalities."
He paused for a moment, considering Technoblade's concern. "However, it's important to establish boundaries and ensure everyone's comfort. I will address this issue with the Autobots and remind them of the importance of respectful behavior, especially in your presence."
Technoblade's gratitude was evident as she sighed in relief. "Thank you, Optimus. It's not that I dislike the attention, but it can become overwhelming when it feels like I'm being pursued by an entire army of Autobots." Optimus Prime chuckled gently, his voice filled with reassurance. "Rest assured, Technoblade, we will learn to value your presence and want you to feel safe and respected within our ranks. It is important for our team to work cohesively and treat each other with dignity."
Technoblade nodded, feeling a sense of reassurance wash over her. She knew that Optimus Prime was a leader who genuinely cared for his team and was committed to fostering an environment of understanding and mutual respect. Optimus offered a final word of advice. "Take some time to settle in and familiarize yourself with the Autobots. Trust will be built over time, and I have faith that you will find your place among us. If you ever need someone to talk to or have further concerns, know that my door is always open."
Techno smiled appreciatively at the Autobot leader. "Thanks really, I know my brash behavior and way of speaking puts off a lot of people but what I don't get is why they seem to like it, Ironhide I kinda get since his way of speaking is like my own but Bumblebee and Cliffjumper?" Techno's smile widened as she continued, "But hey, who am I to question the mysteries of attraction, right? I'll take it as a compliment and see where things go. Maybe they just appreciate a human who can hold her own in the presence of giant alien robots."
Optimus Prime chuckled warmly, his optics reflecting a twinkle of amusement. "Indeed, Technoblade, your unique personality and fiery spirit have certainly caught their attention. Now that you're feeling more at ease, would you like to head back and be introduced to the rest of the Autobots?"
Techno shifted her body while still perched in his hand, resembling a baby bird being carefully cradled. Optimus could sense her movements through the sensors in his hand, and he couldn't help but notice the warmth emanating from her. It was a surprising contrast to what he had anticipated from a human femme. "Alright, let's do this," Techno exclaimed, her grin revealing her sharp fangs in an almost predatory manner. A surge of unknown energy coursed through Optimus, momentarily catching him off guard. Shaking his head, he let out a mirthful chuckle before making his way back to the vaulted entryway.
As they entered the bustling Autobot base once more, Technoblade's anticipation grew. She was determined to show the other Autobots that she was ready to throw down with her crass demeanor and her unusual name. She braced herself for the possibility of more flirting and was ready to respond in kind.
Optimus Prime's presence beside her was both reassuring and empowering. With each step he took, she could feel his unwavering support and belief in her. It gave her the confidence she needed to face the Autobots. As they approached the group of Autobots, Technoblade's eyes scanned the room, landing on familiar faces and those she had yet to meet. She saw Arcee's welcoming smile and Bumblebee's mischievous gaze, but it was Cliffjumper who caught her attention. His gaze met hers, and she could see a mix of relief and curiosity in his optics.
Techno couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement as she locked eyes with Cliffjumper. It seemed that their previous encounter had sparked something in him, and she was eager to see where it would lead. But first, she needed to face the others, including those who had yet to introduce themselves.
Taking a deep breath, Technoblade hopped off Optimus' hand, landing gracefully on the ground. She straightened her posture, her gaze determined and her voice strong. "Alright, Autobots, I'm back. Ready to show you what this human girl can bring to the table."
The room fell silent for a moment as all optics turned toward her. Techno stood her ground, meeting each gaze with confidence. Then, a smile broke across Arcee's face, quickly followed by a chuckle from Bumblebee. The tension dissipated, replaced by the eagerness of facing the challenge the Techno gave.
Arcee stepped forward, her voice filled with warmth and genuine interest. "Welcome back, Technoblade. We're glad to have you here. I believe there are still a few Autobots who would like to introduce themselves properly."
Technoblade nodded, her eyes scanning the room once more. She saw Ironhide, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, and Jazz, all watching her intently. There was a mix of curiosity, respect, and, in some cases, flirtatious anticipation. The other three she hadn't been introduced to yet watched on with curious Optics.
With a newfound determination, she took a step forward, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Alright, boys, let's see who can keep up with this human whirlwind." Her voice carried a playful challenge, inviting the Autobots to engage with her on her terms.
The room filled with laughter as a big green bot stepped up, a brash and friendly heavy-duty truck with a broad grin on his face. His presence exuded both strength and approachability. "Hey there, Techno names Bulkhead," Bulkhead rumbled with a warm, deep voice. "I couldn't help but notice your whirlwind energy. Gotta say, it's got me intrigued. Mind if I join in on the fun?"
Technoblade's mischievous smile widened at Bulkhead's giddy remark, appreciating his direct approach. She took a moment to study him, noting the reliability and power emanating from his sturdy frame. She responded with a playful tone, her eyes twinkling with excitement.
"Well, Bulkhead, if you think you can handle the whirlwind that is Technoblade, then consider yourself in for an adventure," she retorted, her voice laced with a hint of challenge. "But fair warning, I hope you're ready to bring your A-game." Bulkhead's grin broadened, and he flexed his massive arms playfully. "Oh, I'm more than ready, Technoblade," he replied, his tone filled with confidence. "This big bot can handle anything you throw my way. Let's rock and roll!"
Technoblade couldn't help but laugh and flex along with the big bot, catching the attention of all of the autobots that were watching. She had some impressive muscles on her. Techno was very curvy and eye catching, or rather optic catching, She had pale skin, some scars here and there, her long hair was a soft powdery pink color and pulled up into a ponytail, her fangs were very catching as they glinted when she laughed, but the most catching trait she had was the blood red irises and black sclera she had. There wasn't anything dark or malicious in her eyes but they seemed to twinkle when she laughed.
Techno only stopped when another bot approached apprehensively "Technoblade my name is Prowl, I, Um…your formidable presence and unique looks have my attention. Your energy and frame is quite...captivating."
Technoblade's eyes sparkled with amusement as she sensed Prowl's reserved nature. She found his measured words intriguing and couldn't help but be drawn to his calm demeanor. "Prowl, right? That's a neat name you've got there" Techno smiled gently hoping she didn't say anything that would scare this shy bot away. "Indeed, Though Technoblade sounds much more cybertronian than human, but it fits you" Prowl's optics flickered as he spoke, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouthplate. He found her playful responses refreshing. "Technoblade. I find your vibrant energy and determination quite intriguing."
While Technoblade and Prowl shared their exchange, Cliffjumper watched from a distance with a pouty expression. He couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy seeing Technoblade engaging with Prowl. He didn't like the idea of anyone else potentially winning her affections.
The last bot to step forward was vibrant red and yellow; he caught Technoblade's attention, as did the speakers on his shoulders that seemed ready to blast out tunes at any moment. Blaster had an energetic and outgoing personality, always ready to bring some rhythm and melody to any situation. "Hey there, Technoblade! Blaster's the name, and I'm all about the beats and grooves. Gotta say, your presence here has me buzzing with excitement. You're like a one-of-a-kind remix in a world full of regular tracks."
Technoblade couldn't help but be drawn in by Blaster's enthusiasm and his music-related charm. She chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, Blaster, you certainly know how to musically an intro. I appreciate the musical analogy, and I must say, you've got some serious energy about you." Blaster's optics brightened, his smile widening as he met Technoblade's playful banter head-on. "Oh, you better believe it, Technoblade! We'll create a harmony that's out of this world." He paused, his expression turning slightly bashful. "By the way, your fangs... they're like sharp notes in a beautiful melody. Simply captivating."
Technoblade couldn't help but chuckle at Blaster's flirtatious comment, finding it both charming and endearing. She appreciated his unique approach and the way he incorporated music into his compliments. "Thanks, Blaster. It's nice to know my fangs have a musical touch."
After all the introductions were over, with some bots filtering out of the room to return to their daily tasks, Technoblade couldn't help but yawn, feeling a tinge of exhaustion from the excitement of the encounters. She walked over to Cliffjumper, who still wore a pouty expression, and playfully knocked on his leg.
"Heya, Cliff, I couldn't help but notice you being a jealous jelly," Technoblade teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "But you know what? You don't need to be like that. After all, you found me first."
Cliffjumper's pout transformed into a confident smirk as he looked down at Technoblade leaning against his leg. He couldn't resist a playful tone in his voice, his optics meeting hers. "Yeah, I may have been a little protective of what's mine. Can't blame me, Techno, I've got good taste." Cliffjumper activated his holographic form, appearing as a smaller-sized bot to match Technoblade's height. He grinned, his vibrant blue optics meeting hers.
Technoblade's eyes widened in surprise as she observed Cliffjumper's holoform taking on a bot shape. She poked him playfully in the side, causing him to laugh. "Woah, I thought you could only do that in car form and only as a human," Techno remarked, her curiosity piqued.
Cliffjumper chuckled, his holoform mirroring the sound. "That's called an Altmode or an Altform, and a Holoform can take on any form we want. Making it a bot form is a lot easier than making the holo into a human," he explained, enjoying Technoblade's fascination. Techno grinned, her playful nature coming to the surface. "Well, I have to say you being this fucking short suits you," she remarked, giving him a playful nudge. Cliffjumper's optics sparkled with amusement as he leaned closer, their heights now somewhat matching, although Techno was still shorter than him.
Technoblade's exhaustion began to catch up with her, causing her to yawn once more. Cliffjumper noticed her fatigue and his concern surfaced. "Looks like you're in need of a recharge cycle, Techno. I heard Ratchet say earlier that you live around here in Jasper... why did I find you closer to the center of the states?" he asked, dismissing his holoform and transforming into his alt form, a sleek red muscle car. Techno slid into the passenger side, Cliffjumper's human holoform already sitting in the driver's seat.
"I was on a road trip with some friends…Ex-friends" Technoblade grumbled, settling into the car seat. "Hope they fucking ran out of gas." She leaned her head back against the headrest, finding comfort in the rumble of Cliffjumper's engine. The events of the day had indeed left her drained, and the idea of going to bed sounded really good.
Cliffjumper revved his engine playfully, the sound filling the air. "Well, lucky for you, I'm here to give you a lift home." He chuckled, looking over at Techno, only to see her fast asleep in his passenger seat. The sight of her peaceful slumber brought a soft smile to his face.
Gazing out of his windshield, he noticed Optimus standing nearby with a stern expression. Cliffjumper opened a private comm link with the Prime, his voice filled with concern. :I'm gonna take her home. She's pretty much drained: Cliffjumper said, glancing from Optimus to the sleeping form of Techno.
Optimus's optics softened with understanding as he received the message. :Understood, Cliffjumper. But be careful. Whether Techno knows it or not, there's a very inviting aura that she puts off. When speaking to her, I felt my spark jump, and only after talking to Ratchet he didn't recognize it as something dangerous. No doubt any bot that gets close will feel the pull Including the Decepticons. Be wary: Optimus cautioned, his voice filled with a mix of caution and curiosity.
Cliffjumper nodded, a sense of protectiveness washing over him. :I'll keep that in mind, Optimus. I won't let any harm come to her: he assured the Autobot leader before closing the comm link.
As the night breeze whispered through the open windows, Cliffjumper focused on the road ahead, his gaze occasionally drifting to Techno's sleeping form. He couldn't help but wonder about the mysteries surrounding her. The drive to Techno's home was smooth, and Cliffjumper parked in the driveway of her little one story home. He carefully unbuckled her seatbelt and gently scooped her up in his arms, cradling her petite form. She stirred slightly, mumbling softly about her key being in her pocket making Cliff chuckle.
Carrying Techno through her front door, Cliffjumper looked around her home taking note of the small amount of mail on the floor from her being gone on a roadtrip. Moving through the house silently he found her room with relative ease, the whole room was painted a dark purple, He gently laid her down on her bed pulling off her shoes from her feet, pulling the covers over her to ensure she was comfortable.
Cliffjumper looked down at her once more before setting out to explore Techno's home in order to learn more about this human femme that he nearly ran over with his altform.
Little did Cliffjumper realize how much Techno changed his fate, His fate to get captured by the Decepticons, The fate to die by the hands of Starscream and to rise up as a Terrorcon by being infected with Dark Energon by Megatron. That without Techno he would be dead and rusting alone without knowing what he could be, what he could do.
Yes yes it's shorter than chapter 2 shut up be happy for a new chapter.