Playing an art game called 'coloring the character from memory' isn't fun, I'll need to watch an episode that features Drift heavily soon.
I'm not trying to offend anyone Asian (or just anyone really), I just thought that an Asian OC would fit Drifts' personality.
After many scoutings and recons of trying to find the mysterious cybertronian energy signal, they gave up. Russell had recently made a friend who was in need of electric parts for something that she was making for her little brother and was going to bring her over to the scrapyard later that day.
Drift was on a hill above the junkyard, activating the same little disc he had. Looking at the hologram with strange expression on his face, something akin to sorrow.
"Um, master?" Drift whipped around, hiding the disc in between his plating as always.
"Yes, Jetstorm?"
He hesitated before asking, "Who was that hologram that you were looking at?"
Drift just looked at the minicon and said, "Part of my past."
"But... who was she?" Jetstorm pressed on.
"...No-one that you would know, she went to join the Well long ago." Drift replied eventually, walking off to the scrapyard.
Drift was meeting up with the rest of the team- Jetstorm and Jetfire on his arms- when they heard the scrapyard gate open and Russell shout, "Dad, I brought company!"
"Quick, hide!" Bumblebee whispered. They all hid in their car forms- wheeling extremely fast to take cover in the command center in Fixit's case- when the footsteps came closer.
A old-ish teen with jet-black hair, vibrant blue eyes, and who looked Asian came walking past them, Drift recognizing her as the girl who help that boy. The girl was looking at the tall shelves when she saw the row of car. She walked over to the robots in disguise, stopping at Drift.
"I really like this car for some reason." The female thought outloud, gently stroking the chrome finish of it.
"Soya, I think I found some of the electronical stuff you were looking for." Denny Clay shouted, coming around a corner while pushing a rusty shopping cart filled with wires and such.
"Ah, thank you." She pulled out a booklet and began sorting stuff, writing certain things down in her booklet. Soon she was done and asked how much the things she needed were, Denny said it was fine but the girl didn't think that it was alright. She left the scrapyard, pausing at a table to place a tiny black pouch of money when Denny wasn't looking. Drift found that amusing for some reason.
"Everyone report to the command center, please." Fixit's voice came over the comms.
"I don't believe it," The orange minicon said when everybot was there, "The signal appeared to be coming from that human who was just here."
"Woah, so, Soya Malloy might be one of ya'll?" Russell asked.
"Impossible, she's just a human, uh- no offense Russell." Sideswipe scoffed.
"Evidence points to that, yes." Fixit said, bringing up a tracking map and doing a wide scan. "I have her signal, would someone like to investigate this possible cybertronian in disguise?"
"I will." Drift said.
"Alright, should I fire up the groundbridge?"
"No, I'll catch up to her soon."
...
Soya was sitting in the drivers' seat of her car, which was really two minicons that could transform into one. She had earned their trust from caring for them when they crashed into her backyard when her parents were gone.
"Someone's tailing us and it's cybertronian." The back minicon said.
Soya looked in the rear view mirror. "Bad or good?"
"I can't tell, hopefully they're not here to stuff us in a cell." The minicon that made up the front said.
Soya looked at the dashboard. "You never did tell me why you're afraid of cells."
A sigh came from the dashboard. "You wanna know?"
"Yes." She said.
"Well... we're escaped prisoners- but we didn't do a crime, I swear!"
Soya gave the dash a small smile and said that she believed them, the car was relieved that their caretaker took the news well.
The car behind them tried passing and Soya let it.
"It's an autobot, that's bad for us." The car shuddered.
Soya soothed the minicons by saying, "I won't let him take yall away if I can help it."
"Thank you, Soybean." They said
"Hey, you know I hate that nickname!"
And another done within the same day.