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Jaime shifted her weight, unable to bring herself to knock on the metal door. She didn't know why. It wasn't like she had anything to be nervous about. Why was she hesitating? The girl took a deep breath and raised her fist to rap on the door. Jaime jumped back when the door suddenly whisked open. Ratchet stood towering over her with an optic ridge raised.
"Are you going to stand out there all day or come inside already?" the grumpy medic asked before walking back inside his med bay. Jaime's sweaty fingers spazzed a little in anxiety but she silently followed the CMO inside his lair. She climbed onto the offered servo and hopped onto the giant berth.
"We'll just start with the first level scans and proceed from there," Ratchet explained—like he always did—before proceeding to scan the girl. It was time for Jaime's checkup. When Ratchet had first learned that Jaime housed Allspark energy, he had insisted that he scan her every other day. Now, months later, the medic had become less paranoid about Jaime's health and checkups were about once a week. The CMO would start with a first level scan—which was simply a general light scan—and progress to deeper and much more thorough scans. Jaime didn't really know the specifics. She had asked the medic about the scans once, and soon regretted it as he launched into a long and very detailed description of the different types of scans medics performed. She'd understood every word, thanks to her above average processing speed caused by the Allspark's energy, but that didn't mean that she found it interesting.
Jaime shifted a little as Ratchet worked through the many level of scans using his alien medical equipment, but still didn't say anything, which was unusual. By now, the girl would have started a conversation with the medic, mainly as a way to distract herself, and he would comply. Instead, Jaime didn't speak a word. She was too deep in thought, trying to decide if she should tell Ratchet about her new discovery. It had been a surprise to her when she'd understood Cybertronian in a dream. But it was a dream. They weren't supposed to make sense. But when she'd heard Optimus speak Cybertronian—which was the first time one of the bots had spoken their native language in her vicinity—she'd been blown away, and she didn't have the 'it was just a dream' excuse.
"Any new side effects?" Ratchet's question brought Jaime out of her thoughts. She looked up at him, surprised that the exam was done already. The medic was now putting his tools away. Jaime bit her lip and tilted her head. There hadn't really been any new side effects from the Allspark energy for quite some time. Was the ability to understand Cybertronian really important to mention? Especially when it could possibly change Ratchet back into his previous overbearing self?
Ratchet's POV
The medic turned to face the girl when she didn't answer his question. He noted her puckered bottom lip and her glazed over eyes. Ratchet could tell she was considering something, but decided not to interrupt her train of thought. After a few moments, her gaze sharpened and she looked at the waiting CMO.
"Hey Ratch', can you do me a favor?" Ratchet resisted the urge to immediately say no. Primus knows what kind of shenanigans she was constantly plotting to involve him in.
"…What is the favor?" he responded instead.
"Can…can you say something in Cybertronian?" she tentatively asked. Well, he hadn't been expecting that.
"Why?" he studied her curiously.
"Well," she shifted. "You guys never speak it. You guys are always speaking English. I just wanted to know what it sounds like."
"But why would you want to hear something you couldn't possibly understand?" he prodded. The medic didn't mind that she was asking about his culture, to hear his native language. Actually, he was quite pleased. None of the humans really asked about their planet Cybertron, and Jaime usually didn't ask about it because she'd seen it in her dreams. No, he didn't mind that she wanted to hear his native tongue. But he questioned her to determine why, of all times, she was asking him to speak Cybertronian now.
"Just curious," she shrugged. Ratchet turned away to place the last tool in its designated spot.
"Humans and their bizarre curiosity…" Ratchet muttered to himself. Jaime placed her fist on her hip.
"Hey, for your information, curiosity is what's helped humans evolve from cavemen thousands of years ago. So don't you start your human bashing mister," she glared at the medic. Ratchet froze and faced her.
"You…You understood what I said?" He cautiously inquired.
"Of course I understood what you said," Jaime rolled her eyes. "You weren't that quiet about it."
"Fascinating…" the medic muttered.
"Ratchet?" the girl scooted away. "What's the matter with you? What's so fascinating about me being able to understand you? And stop garbling your words. You sound like a garbage disposal."
"Garbage disposal?" the medic paused, searching online for the term. "Oh…" he leaned closer the Jaime till he was hovering over her. "Since when can you understand Cybertronian?"
"…What? I never said that," Jaime backed away again.
"You didn't need to. I've been speaking to you in Cybertronian for the last couple minutes." Ratchet watched her reaction with a critical optic. Jaime froze.
"…You…have?" she asked in a strangled voice. The CMO slowly nodded. "…Oh…" Her shoulders slumped a little and she looked to the ground. "I thought the side effects had all shown themselves already," she mumbled. Ratchet scratched his helm in thought. He'd thought that he had discovered all the changes the Allspark energy had caused. Apparently that was not the case. If her body was still changing, then perhaps he shouldn't tell her about his project that he had finished and planned to tell her about today. It probably wouldn't be wise to add such a component to her body when it was not quite stable.
Jaime plopped onto her behind with her legs hanging over the berth. She swung her legs back and forth, and the two remained silent for a few minutes.
"Ratchet." The medic twitched and was brought out of his thoughts.
"Yes." Jaime stared up at him with an indiscernible emotion in her eyes.
"Am…am I still human?" Ratchet's helm snapped in her direction.
"Of course you're human."
"Am I really?" The CMO paused when he noted the desperateness in her voice. It took him a few moments for him to realize why. She was scared of the unknown. Energy from the Allspark was changing her, and it was nearly impossible to predict what these changes would be. She'd lost her arm and was therefore already different form her peers. She realized that she was different and felt self-conscious. She put on a good front. To a stranger, she would seem loud and confident, but she was really quite insecure about herself. There were very few humans she felt completely comfortable with because—no matter how much they tried to hide it—many people would tread carefully when interacting with her, as if they were afraid that the littlest thing would break her.
"You are made of flesh and blood. Your body is covered with hair follicles. Your body functions are quite inefficiently primitive. Instead of an exoskeleton, you contain an endoskeleton which is surprisingly durable. And you have that same stubbornness that all humans share—which is quite exhausting to deal with—that must be the cause for your people's ability to accomplish remarkable feats." Jaime blinked in surprise at the medic. In rare instances such as these the CMO's rough exterior would disintegrate, and he would startle Jaime with such deep and profound words. It was times like these that the girl was reminded what a great comfort Ratchet had become to her, quite similar to an adopted grandfather.
"Thanks Ratchet," she grinned widely. "You seem to always know what to say."
"Of course I do," he snorted. "I'm a medic, and reassuring my patients' fears is part of my job." He said it so casually, but Jaime knew that he meant every word of it. Because although he may not usually show it, Ratchet was one of the most caring bots the girl had ever met.
"Shhh…steady now…" Snickers were muffled as their owners concentrated on their task. "Ok, just need to go over it one more time so it'll stay on…bring the second one over here…watch the berth!" Clang! They immediately froze at the small noise. It wasn't too loud, but—to them—it sounded like a giant gong. They all waited in suspense, instead their target merely rolled over in recharge. Moments passed but nothing else happened. Their leader quickly completed their mission. "Okay, good. Now let's get out of here!" Light footsteps quickly shuffled out of the room.
Will's POV
Major Lennox sipped his cup of coffee in the cafeteria. Next to him sat his friend and brother-in-arms, Epps, and across the table were Ricky and Jaime. It was just another regular morning at NEST…until the giant roar reverberated all over base. Will instantly looked at Jaime, who was casually sipping her grape juice, to see her reaction. Her face hardly changed, but her eyes seemed to light up with silent laughter.
"What did you do?" he groaned.
"Me?" Jaime's eyes widened dramatically. "What could you possibly mean? I've been here this whole morning." Epps snorted into his coffee.
"Of course," Ricky rolled his eyes. "Because we all know just how innocent you are…"
"I'm so glad you agree with me," Jaime kept her tone light, grinning at Ricky before turning to Will. "At least someone still believes in me, and doesn't' jump to conclusions," she sniffed. Will's mouth twitched in amusement. She was so good at bantering, sometimes he had trouble discerning if she was joking or not. The Autobot-sized door to the cafeteria barely had enough time to slide back before an irate Ironhide stomped inside. Jaime glanced to the far side of the cafeteria, where the twins were talking animatedly to Jazz.
"YOU FRAGGING GLITCH HEAD SLAGGERS!" Everyone stopped what they were doing. The fuming weapons specialist made a beeline for the twins.
"Oh, 'sup Hide?" Skids grinned.
"Wha's de matta'?" Mudflap tried to look sincere. The black mech didn't answer them. Instead—in one quick motion—he grabbed the twins and slammed them together.
"Ow!"
"Dat hurts man!"
"It's supposed to hurt," Ironhide growled. Taking pity on the twins—seeing that her amused guardian wasn't going to step in and Optimus wasn't present to cool Ironhide's temper—Jaime stood from the table and strode over to the black mech.
"Hey, cool it Hide. What's got you so worked up?" The weapons specialist glared down at her.
"Don't you try that cute act on me," he pointed a digit at her. "I know you were in on it too."
"In on what?"
"You know very well what!" Jaime tilted her head at him. The mech frowned at her. He knew she was waiting for him to admit what he was so upset about. He glanced around the cafeteria, noticing for the first time that he had everyone's attention. He balled his servos into fists, before snarling and marched out of the room. Eyes widened when the mech turned and left the room. When the cafeteria doors closed, laughter filled the air.
"Oh my God!" Ricky gasped.
"Can't…Breathe!" Epps wheezed. Even Will was unable to contain his laughter. Jaime turned to the twins, who bumped their fists together like Jaime taught them, and grinned in delight.
"Great job boys, I think we can call 'Operation: Sharpie' a success." Meanwhile, Ironhide grumbled all the way back to his quarters, trying to think of a way to clean off the sharpie writing on his backside. The marker was infuriatingly resilient. The mech made sure to avoid high traffic areas so he wouldn't have humans guffawing as he passed. He didn't understand why such an inscription caused delight from the humans. Ironhide finally reached his room and stepped into his wash rack to try to wash the inscription off again. The black mech growled as he turned around to read the silver inscription once more.
~I like big guns and I cannot lie!
You other mechs can't deny,
That when I clean my gun with an itty bitty lace
With that round thing in my face,
I get sprung!~
What the frag did it even mean? And of all places, why was it written on his aft?
Optimus' POV
The Autobot leader couldn't help but marvel at the efficiency he was witnessing. After two years of fighting side by side, the Autobots and NEST soldiers had finally become a team that actually worked together. Soldiers grabbed their equipment and settled into their respective positions, while Autobots stepped over the humans to get to their destinations. The Autobots going on the mission were: Ironhide, Arcee's unit, the twins, Ratchet (merely to perform medic duties if necessary), and himself. Prowl, Jazz, Jolt, and Sideswipe were staying behind. They were almost ready for takeoff when Jaime ran up to the Prime.
"Optimus!" she gestured for him to bend down.
"Yes Jaime?" he knelt down on his knee and leaned down until his head loomed over hers.
"I just wanted to wish you luck," she grinned, only hesitating for a moment before reaching up and hugging his face. Optimus smiled and gently returned the embrace with one of his digits wrapped around her back.
"Thank you." They parted. Optimus expected the girl to leave, but she seemed to hesitate. "Is something wrong?"
"No…" she shook her head. "It's just…I have this…uh…feeling…"
"Yes?" the Prime tilted his head. He had learned from the past that Jaime would sometimes get these premonitions. She usually called it a gut feeling, but the Prime believed it was due to her connection to the Allspark.
"You need to bring along another bot. This mission is unlike any of the others, something big is coming." Optimus paused. She could just be worried for her friends. On the other hand, she seemed to have an uncanny sixth sense, especially to anything Cybertronian related.
"And whom do you suggest?" he asked, tilting his helm, expecting her to say Prowl or Jazz.
"Sideswipe," she immediately answered. She paused, as if she hadn't been planning on saying that.
"Sideswipe has only been cleared for light duty," Optimus frowned. Last week, there had been a Decepticon sighting in South Africa. Prowl, Jazz, Sideswipe, and Jolt (who went along as medical backup) had been sent to take down the Con. By the time they arrived, two more cons had arrived. Sideswipe and Prowl had been damaged the most, although Jolt hadn't been far behind. It was a wonder how few injuries Jazz had left the battle with, Sideswipe had rolled his optics stating how damn lucky the saboteur was. Jazz had answered that it wasn't luck but skill. They were all mostly recovered, but Ratchet had been adamant that they not strain themselves, lest they reopen their healed wounds.
"Then take him along for backup," Jaime countered. He studied her for a few moments. She stared back at him, and—for a moment—Optimus felt that it hadn't been Jaime that had told him to bring Sideswipe along. It was almost as if—no, the Allspark wasn't sentient…was it? But the moment quickly passed.
"Very well," he nodded slowly. He straightened, and spoke over the public Autobot comm. system.
:: Sideswipe, load up. You shall be joining us on this mission. ::
:: Like pit! He hasn't been cleared for battle Prime! :: Ratchet responded before the silver prankster could.
:: It is merely a precaution. Sideswipe shall only be on standby. ::
:: Gotcha Prime! :: Sideswipe sent back, and he quickly drove into one of their transport planes. Optimus knew the only reason Sideswipe wasn't complaining for only being sent as backup was because he was too excited about the possibility of fighting a Con.
:: Why the sudden change? :: Ironhide sent over a private link.
:: It is merely a precaution Ironhide. :: the Prime reassured his weapons specialist.
:: So it doesn't have anything to do with Jaime? :: he asked with a grunt. Optimus didn't reply. Within minutes, their transport planes had taken off, and the NEST force was on its way to Shanghai.
When Jaime had woken up that morning, she felt like something was off, like she was supposed to do something. She said goodbye to the soldiers and Autobots leaving. She'd hugged Will extra tight, making him promise to come back. There had been missions in the past when some of the soldiers didn't come back alive. She'd already lost one dad. She didn't want to lose another. She also didn't think Sarah would appreciate losing her husband. And she didn't want Annabelle to go through the pain of losing a father.
She passed by Sideswipe who was whining about not going on the mission. She patted his pede and headed towards Optimus. She was a few yards away when she stopped. This strange feeling washed over her, and for a brief moment, Jaime had a feeling like she wasn't alone. It was unlike any feeling she'd received from her bonds. It was like she was sharing her body with another presence. It was…chilling…to say the least. She then felt this sudden urge to stop Optimus before he boarded one of the planes.
"Optimus!" the girl jogged over to the massive Autobot leader and gestured for him to bend down so she could speak to him.
"Yes Jaime?" he obliged and knelt down on his knee.
"I just wanted to wish you luck," she grinned, and hugged his face. Like always, Optimus returned the hug.
"Thank you," he said, ever the gracious Prime, and they parted. Jaime was going to turn around so Optimus could join his troops, but she stopped. It was like something was holding her there. Why couldn't she move? Optimus looked down at her, and she knew he was wondering why she hadn't left yet. "Is something wrong?"
"No…" she shook her head. What could she tell him? My feet refuse to do as they're told? That would result in a confused Optimus. And then he would comm. his fellow Autobots what she was referring to. Then Prowl would claim that feet cannot have minds of their own. Ratchet would insist on scanning the girl, believing something was wrong. And Jaime would have delayed their departure and the Decepticon would have more time to cause mayhem. "It's just…" Before she could continue, Jaime felt a large and somewhat overbearing presence seize her. "I have this…" Jaime fought off the foreign presence. "uh…feeling…" What was going on? What was happening to her?
"Yes?" the Prime tilted his head. And suddenly, Jaime was no longer controlling her body. It was as if a switch had been flipped. The girl felt like a spectator as she watched the following interaction.
"You need to bring along another bot. This mission is unlike any of the others, something big is coming." The Autobot leader peered down at her. Did he suspect that there was something wrong? Jaime hoped so. She felt cut off from the others. She faintly felt the ebb and flow of emotions from the bonds, but it was so muted that she hardly felt any of it.
"And whom do you suggest?" he asked, tilting his helm.
"Sideswipe," she found herself answering. Sideswipe? Why the heck was she telling Optimus to bring along Sideswipe? She should have suggested Prowl. He was great in battle and he had his superior processor which could churn out brilliant plans in seconds.
"Sideswipe has only been cleared for light duty," Optimus responded. I know that! Jaime screamed in here head. But that blasted presence came back again, and Jaime got the sense that it was important that Sideswipe go on the mission. The girl spoke before her body decided to ignore her again.
"Then take him along for back-up," she suggested. The presence paused, as if it hadn't expected Jaime to join in its endeavor. She looked up to Optimus, trying to mentally convince him to agree. Whatever he saw must have been compelling.
"Very well," he nodded slowly. Jaime breathed a sigh of relief when she felt the unsettling presence leave. Sideswipe quickly transformed and drove into one of the waiting planes. The doors raised—sealing in their occupants—and took off. Jaime suddenly found herself wishing that Ratchet was staying behind so she could talk to him about what had just happened. But he wasn't. She glanced at Jolt who was leaving the hangar.
As far as she knew, Ratchet hadn't really shared any of the information he had gathered from his scans with his apprentice. And although the Autobot seemed nice enough, she didn't really know him that well. She would smile and wave whenever she passed him in the halls, and he'd nod to her in reply. But that was about it. She didn't know if he did it on purpose, but Jolt was very standoffish. She didn't know if he acted like that with the other bots or not. Jaime sighed and decided to find a quiet place to meditate. Minutes later, she found herself outside of Prowl's office. She knocked on the doorframe and peeked inside.
The Autobot SIC was at his desk review a data pad. He glanced up at her when she stepped inside.
"Do you need something Jaime?" he asked neutrally, most likely analyzing why she was there in the first place. The girl quickly responded so he didn't begin to suspect her for a prank.
"Is it okay if I stay in here for a while? It's nice and quiet in here, and I need to practice meditating."
"Of course," he answered, although Jaime could see the unspoken question in his optics. Why did she need to meditate? She needed to find out more about this strange presence, but she doubted telling Prowl about it—at least while she had no evidence—would be a wise idea. Jaime climbed the small spiral staircase that was attached to the Autobot-sized desk. Once she was on his desk, she chose a small out-of-the-way spot and sat down with her legs crossed. She closed her eyes and concentrated, feeling Prowl's intense gaze. After a few seconds, she knew that he had focused on his data pad once more.
She would have found a quiet place where she could be alone, but she was afraid of being trapped in her body again, where no one would find her. Trying to think positively, she focused on the idea that if anything happened, Prowl was right next to her and could tell the others. She breathed deeply and was immediately greeted by the cluster of thread-like lights that connected her to the bots. Instead of focusing on the colorful strands of thread, she sank deeper, trying to find any trace feeling of the strange presence. She found herself being drawn to the immense pool of Allspark energy.
As she neared it, Jaime found herself hesitating. Although she knew that she shared a connection to the Allspark, she had never really explored it. She remembered hearing a voice come from it once, but that had happened so long ago that she had forgotten about it. The Allspark was supposed to be good right? She didn't have anything to fear from it.
~ I am sorry child for my earlier actions. ~ Jaime jolted, and her eyes flew open. Prowl jerked at her sudden movement.
"What is it?" he asked. Jaime forced herself to calm down. Yes, what was that? she found herself wondering.
"Nothing," she answered. "Just…spooked myself." Prowl raised a disbelieving optic ridge. "It was nothing," she repeated, more forcefully this time as if she was trying to convince herself that she hadn't heard the voice. She bit her lip. Should she try it again? Or should she just ignore it as a fluke. The girl sighed, knowing that she wouldn't be able to forget the occurrence so easy. She closed her eyes and concentrated once more. Again, she felt herself drawing near the Allspark energy. She waited for the voice to speak again, but nothing happened. Maybe she imagined it?
~ Hello? ~ Jaime carefully probed at the Allspark energy.
~ Yes child? ~ Jaime gasped in surprise, but she didn't pull away like before.
~ You—You talk!~
~ Yes, I can talk. ~ Jaime felt amusement wash over her, and realized that it was coming from the presence.
~ Are you…the Allspark? ~
~ Yes. ~ Jaime began to lose her patience.
~ What was that before huh? I don't know what it was like back on Cybertron, but taking control of people's body…very rude. ~
~ I apologize for my actions, but it was necessary. ~
~ Why? ~ Jaime didn't understand why Sideswipe would be needed, especially since it was only one Decepticon.
~ There will be more than one ~ the voice answered. Jaime tensed.
~ Why didn't you mention that before? Their plan of attack only takes into consideration one Con!~
~ A series of events have been set in motion. To meddle in such things would only bring more chaos and death. ~ Jaime felt a sudden chill at the Allspark's words.
~ Death? Someone's going to die? Who? ~ The voice did not respond. ~ What's going to happen! ~ She demanded, but she received no answer. I have to warn them about the second Con, she thought.
~ No. ~
~ You can't tell me what to do! ~ Jaime argued. ~ I'm going to tell Prowl, and he can warn them before they land. ~
~ If you try to change things, I'm afraid I will have to stop you. ~ Jaime gulped at the intensity of the statement. Although the Allspark was merely a voice right now, she needed to remember just how powerful it was. She was essentially playing with fire. It was at that moment that the girl realized that she was at the mercy of the Allspark. It could take control of her right now, and the bots wouldn't even know it.
~ I would not take away your will. It pained me to do so earlier, but there was no time to explain my intentions ~ said the voice, apparently reading her mind.
~ S-stay away from me! ~ Jaime pushed the Allspark with such a strong will, it was forced to leave.
Prowl's POV
He glanced at Jaime for the sixth time in the last twenty seconds. Although he could track her location and vitals without looking at her, seeing her with his very optics seemed to set him more at ease. He knew why she had come to his office. It was apparent she had wanted a witness while she did…whatever she did. It was frustrating that she wouldn't tell him what exactly that was. A grunt from Jaime caught his attention. He glanced at her for the seventh time and noticed her creased brow, a sign that she was becoming increasingly upset. Her fists clenched and her lip jutted out in concentration. Before he could ask about her well-being, Jaime's eyes snapped open. She stood up and brushed herself off.
"Well?" the SIC probed.
"I found what I was looking for," Jaime sighed. Prowl's scans showed that Jaime was stressed, which coincided with the troubled look on her face.
"And?" the mech prodded.
"I…think I may have bit off more than I can chew…" the girl mumbled as she walked down the staircase and out the door. Prowl cocked his helm at the strange phrase before realizing it was one of those human phrases.
"Humans," Prowl shook his helm, "such a curious race." He returned to his data pad, but not before making a mental note to keep an optic on her until the others returned from their mission.
Hawkie-chan: You know how I do :) I am not leaving this story hanging. I am finishing the sucker for sure! Really? Yes! *Pumps arms* I'm so glad I got her right. And I'm so relieved I got the twins right too. I don't think I would have been able to do their accents if I wasn't used to Jazz's. Thanks you so much!
Guest: Aw! Another Charlie fan! He's probably not going to be present that much, at least for the time being. But fear not! He's not gone for good, just a little busy halfway around the world. Well he is her guardian, and I feel like their personalities really mesh together great.
*Jumps up and down* Oh I just love it when my readers spot the little details! It's not going to be prevalent at the moment and it may not be a major focus in the story, but yes, your observation is correct :) There is some fishy business going on that neither Jaime nor the bots have picked up on yet…
Haha! I think that was everyone's favorite part. Poor Prowl, he can never catch a break…but it's just so much fun! Well you get a little taste in this chapter :D Thank you!
Author's Note: There you have it! Chapter 4 is up! Let me know what you thought. I'd love to hear your comments about this chapter and what you're looking forward to. We're about to enter Revenge of the Fallen so get ready for the ride! I actually planned to go into the Revenge of the Fallen movie in this chapter but, well, it when I sat down to type this chapter it kind of took a different path then I expected. Plus someone left a review about the twins and Jaime pranking Ironhide, so I added that in :) And yes, I brought in the Allspark, hope I did it justice. I kinda feel like I made it such a creeper but…meh…I've been redoing the dialogue multiple times and I think I need to just stick with one of them. So yea! Hope you liked it! Can anyone guess the inspiration for the inscription on ol' Hide? :D
Hubero: Whoo baby yea! *Does a double backflip*
Ratchet: *Enters and sees Hubero*
Hubero: *Dancing now* Oh yea, oh yea, oh yea yea yea!
Ratchet: *Optic twitch* What the frag are you dancing about?
Hubero: *Completely unfazed* Hey Hatchet!
Ratchet: *Fingers wrench* What did you say?
Hubero: Ha! You can't scare me! I'm in much too good a mood. *Continues victory dance*
Ratchet:…What's the matter with you? *Runs a quick medical scan*
Jazz: *Chuckles* She's jus' 'appy 'cause she's done wit' 'er speech class.
Hubero: *Temporarily stops dancing* Yup. We had to present as our final and I was third. It kinda sucked but I got it out of the way. And now I'm done with that class!
Sideswipe: *Enters* Um…did I miss something?
Hubero: *Waves* Hey Sides! Wanna go make Prowl glitch?
Sideswipe: Sure!
Ratchet: Oh no you don't! *Raises wrench*
Hubero: Quick Sides! *Dives into Sideswipe's alt-form*
Sideswipe: *Peels out of the room*
Ratchet: *Transforms and pursues them, spewing profanities along the way*
Jazz: So, uh, thanks fo' readin' an' be sure t' leave a review. *Looks in the distance and mumbles* Ah should probably make sure the 'atchet doesn't incapacitate the author…