"English"
::Comm. link::
{Cybertronian}
[HUD notifications/scans]
::Bond conversations::
:Speaker speech:
"Intercom"
Memories/flashbacks/stasis
{:Ghost/apparition speech:}
(Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers; just Filly and my other OC's)
(Authors Note: Hello dearest readers. Sorry for the wait and sorry for the sad note on my last chapter. I was emotionally wrecked and depressed, but thankfully I'm doing better and healing slowly but surely. I hope you guys are still enjoying the story thus far because it is becoming more enjoyable for me and I am so delighted at how it's turning out. Please feel free to read and review. In the meantime, stay safe, stay calm and stay positive.)
Chapter 12
Filly was currently outside, across from the shooting range and sitting on Jazz's lap as she and several other Autobots watched Wheeljack test out the Gauntlet against Ironhide's aim.
Not wanting to risk severe or fatal injury in case something went wrong, the weapons specialist was advised to use blanks for the time being. After a few minutes of successful testing, Wheeljack signaled for Ironhide to cease fire, to which he messaged him via Comm. link, ::So far, the Gauntlet seems to be deflecting your attacks. Perhaps we should bring out one of the training drones and have it fire a few live rounds to see how it'll hold up against them.::
::Very well. I'll inform the boss of your change in plans.:: He then sent Optimus a Comm. link message, ::Hey Prime, Wheeljack is wanting to test live rounds now. I'm going to bring out the training drone to fire at him. I just thought you should be notified first.::
He responded, ::I appreciate the notice, old friend. Just be sure to set the drone to the lowest attack setting for the time being. If Wheeljack's invention can't withstand a live round, we cannot allow him to come to harm should something go amiss. If it is successful, then the settings can be gradually increased. However, you should have him test its durability against a variety of melee attacks first before moving on to live ammunition.::
::Can do, Prime.:: He then ended the link with Optimus and relayed the message to Wheeljack who agreed to test the Gauntlet's durability against melee attacks before moving onto live ammo. With that, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were 'volunteered' to spar against Wheeljack to further test his invention.
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After almost half an hour of testing and multiple Autobots stepping up to try their hand at breaking the Gauntlet's barrier, the weather started to turn. The sky darkened and rain started to fall. At first, it was just a light drizzle, but within minutes, it got steadily worse and forced everyone back inside the base where it was warm and dry.
At the moment, Filly was downloading the necessary programming needed to create her own holoform...with adult supervision of course. Prowl and Jazz were there to assist her with the process and after the download was complete, they watched as she transformed into her alt mode and activated her holoform.
Within nanoseconds, there was a static sound followed by a bright blue light as the holoform took shape and became a solid mass. Moments later, a tiny human girl stood before the SIC and TIC. She looked to be about six years old and was fair skinned with adorable freckles on her rosy cheeks, bright blue eyes, curly orangish red hair (that was pulled up in two adorable pigtails), and a gap-toothed smile across her sweet face. She was a bit on the short/scrawny side by human standards, but was otherwise healthy looking. Her attire consisted of a yellow long sleeve shirt, a pair of denim overalls, little white tennis shoes on her feet and a pair of monarch butterfly wings on her back. In short, she was adorable.
"Ooooh Filly, you're SOOO cute!" Jazz cooed at her adorableness. "Prowler, doesn't our baby girl look precious as a human?"
He lightly chuckled, "Indeed she does. Of course she's precious-looking no matter what form she's in." He then knelt down and lightly rubbed the top of the holoform's head with his index digit, making her giggle.
"Papa, Baba, can I test out my holoform among the humans sometime? I'd like to visit one of those 'parks' I've heard about."
They shared a look for a moment before Jazz knelt down in front of her, "Tell ya what sweetspark: you use yer holoform for at least three hours a day everyday for the next week to get accustomed to it. If you can manage keepin' your holoform up for that length of time an' if the weather is nice an' there ain't no Con. activity happenin', then yer Sire an' I will gladly take ya yo the park. And if ya want, we can see if Bee an' Blue would wanna join us, seeing as how they didn't get the chance to do so the last time we went out with ya. Apparently, they didn't get back from their mission until after we fought off those nasty Cons."
"Well, Decepticons aside, I still enjoyed our outing," she smiled. "Though it would have been even better if Bee and Blue were there. I like playing with them."
"Aw, I'll be sure to tell 'em that," he grinned and gently rubbed her holoform's head.
"You know, it's so strange that I can experience all my senses with this holoform. I feel like I'm walking around in someone else's body, even though this body isn't actually real but rather composed of light given mass. I'm now curious as to what all I can do with this form."
"Well, from what we've learned over the last few decades living among humans, we can consume organic material in our holorforms and convert it into energy to sustain our false bodies for longer periods of time. Hound conducted a study almost an Earth year ago, in which he headed into the wild and activated his holoform in order to see how long he could keep it active. According to his results, as long as we consume one serving of organic material a day and avoid injuries, then we can keep the holoform up for as long as we desire," Prowl stated.
"Why would we need to avoid injuries if the holoform is made of light?"
Jazz smiled at her and replied, "They may be made of light, but they're still a part of us, sweetspark. If our holoform is damaged, we feel the pain even though our true forms may not show any signs of injury. Plus, an injured holoform consumes more energy to maintain because our programming naturally wants to heal it or phase it out in order to project a new one, but if we're among humans, we can't simply 'vanish' right in front of them or else they'll freak out."
"Oh, I guess that makes sense." She looked down at her tiny human hands and touched her skin, "Oh, so soft...Are humans always this soft?"
Both mechs chuckled before Prowl answered, "Not always, but from what I understand, the younger ones are softer and squishier. Human infants are similar to bitlets and sparklings in terms of 'softness'."
She pondered this for a moment before touching her head, feeling the texture of her hair, "Oh, even softer! I'm so soft!" She was giddy with glee as she touched her rosy, freckled cheeks and admired how squishy they were. "I wanna see your holoforms. Can I? Pweeeease?" She gave them an adorable 'puppy-eyed' look that overwhelmed their processors with cuteness.
With adoring smiles on their faces, Prowl and Jazz gave each other a look before transforming into their alternative forms and activating their holoforms. Prowl's was of a tall, well-toned, cacuasian male of 39 years with short, brown hair, dark blue eyes, a clean shaven face, cleft chin, high cheekbones, and a handsome smile. His attire consisted of a typical police uniform which covered the majority of his body, but left most of his arms exposed as it was short-sleeved.
Jazz's holoform was of an average height, dark-skinned male of 37 years with short, curly black hair, a well-trimmed goatee, a blue visor over his eyes, round cheeks and a warm smile. He wore a white v-neck t-shirt, dark jeans, black and white Nike tennis shoes, and a vintage-looking silver and blue sports jacket.
Filly's eyes widened as she looked upon her creators with an adoring gap-toothed smile across her face, "Oh you two look so amazing! I mean, you already were, but this is completely new and different to me, which makes it even more amazing!"
"Aw, I'm glad ya think so, sweetspark," Jazz chuckled and picked her up before kissing her cheek, making her giggle as his goatee tickled her face.
Filly responded by placing both of her little hands on his cheeks and giving him a gentle squish, "You're so squishy, Baba."
"Well if ya think I'm squishy, ya should feel yer Papa's face. He's pretty squishy too," he gave Prowl a wink, which made the SIC straighten his posture a tad bit. If he had his doorwings in this form, they would have twitched and arched slightly upwards.
Filly looked over at Prowl's holoform and reached for him, making cute grabby hands as a way of saying 'Pick me up.' Naturally, he couldn't resist such an adorable gesture. He gently took a hold of her and lightly chuckled when she gave his cheeks a gentle squish. "Oh, Baba was right, you're squishy too, Papa. And so warm," she hugged his neck and snuggled into him, enjoying the warmth he was producing.
Jazz suddenly wrapped his arms around his waist and hugged him from behind, "Baby girl's right, Prowler: you are warm." He then chuckled, "Ya know, I would normally get bumped by yer doorwings if I did this to ya in our true forms."
He faintly smirked, "Yes, you would...especially if you surprised me. Thankfully, I have control over their movements… Most of the time." He suddenly froze as Jazz kissed the center of his back. "I would kindly ask that you refrain from doing that."
"Oh come on, dearspark, I'm just enjoying the moment. We rarely use our holoforms anyway."
*sigh* "Very well," he relaxed at his touch and smiled as he felt him nuzzle into his back.
Meanwhile, Filly was giggling at their adorable banter before she finally asked, "Can I show my holoform to the others? I wanna surprise them."
"Alright, sweetspark. Lead the way," Prowl stated and gently placed her on the floor.
She smiled and shook her head, "Nope. You and Baba should spend some quality time together. I'll be fine on my own for a little while. Besides, I can tell you two want to interphase with how you've been acting towards one another," she giggled, making both of her creators' faces heat up as they shared a knowing look.
It's true: they did want to interphase. There was no denying that Filly could read them like a book. Clever femme.
Jazz crossed his arms and raised a brow before asking, "Do ya promise to Comm. us if ya need help?"
She gave a nod, "Yep! But don't worry: I've got an entire base full of Autobots who would assist me if I required help. Besides, I'm just going to the recreational room for a little while and I know where that's located. Aaaand, don't forget, Wheeljack gave me this wrist thingy with the tracker inside it," she held up her tiny wrist which was adorned with a replica of the metal bangle Wheeljack made for her. "So even if my signature is scrambled by the Ark's advanced security field, you can still locate me...as well as contact me through the bond."
Prowl fondly smirked and gently rubbed the top of her soft, little head, "You're such a clever little femme."
She happily smiled up at him, "I'm only as clever as my creators."
"Aw, baby girl," Jazz knelt down and hugged her.
Filly gave both of her creators a loving hug before climbing into her alt form and driving off towards the recreational room to find Bumblebee and Bluestreak, leaving Jazz and Prowl to their desires.