The doors swished shut behind our small procession, and the light spilling into the room was far brighter than what I'd grown used to. I squinted, struggling to adjust, a soft whine escaping me. Noticing my discomfort, Jazz gently pulled the blanket over my head, shielding me from the harsh brightness.

I snuggled into his chest, hearing the thrumming of an engine or machine. Was this supposed to be the sound of their heartbeats?

The gentle sway of Jazz's movements as he carries me is almost hypnotic. Wrapped tightly in the warmth of the blanket, I can feel my eyes growing heavier with every step. The soft rhythm of Jazz's spark thrumming against my tiny body is hard to ignore. It's comforting, almost like a lullaby.

Each time I blink, the world around me blurs a little more. I catch glimpses of the towering walls and the faint hum of the base's machinery, but my focus keeps drifting back to the warmth surrounding me. The blanket feels like a protective cocoon, and even though I want to stay alert and take in everything, my body has other plans.

I struggle to keep my eyes open and eventually fall into a light daze, half awake half asleep. I hope these new bots will accept me. Technically, I'm a fake, not someone who was born like this.

I felt my heart instinctively reach out to Jazz, an odd sensation flooding me—a mixture of warmth and unfamiliar emotions that weren't entirely my own. It was like a comforting, invisible blanket wrapping around me. Then, something inside me clicked. Jazz froze mid-step, the others halting with him. We stood still, locked in that moment for what felt like only a heartbeat before continuing forward again, as if nothing had changed, yet everything had.

A wave of warmth-love-surprise enveloped me, and I sighed, relaxing in the bot's arms. Cautiously, I reached out, feeling something like a strong cord or thread, tethered to Jazz on the other end. I could sense it clearly, though faint, and noticed other threads drifting nearby, not fully connected to me, but present nonetheless.

In the distance, I could hear the low murmurs of voices from up ahead inside a room with a plaque on top, it had some text I didn't recognise. It almost looked like a different version of Chinese. We eventually made our way inside, the doors sliding open with a sharp whoosh that echoed through the room, loud enough to draw the attention of everyone present.

Curious, I peeked out from under the blanket just enough to catch glimpses of unfamiliar faces—tall figures, all watching with soft, glowing eyes. The attention made me tense, but Jazz's steady heartbeat thrumming against me reminded me I wasn't alone. It was time to meet the rest of the Autobots.

In the crowd, I recognised 3 colour schemes. They were there when I was rescued from that dark place underground, bright red, yellow and white bodies. I chirped curiously at them, it was supposed to be a 'Hi' but I couldn't quite talk yet. A black box appeared, stating 'Voice Module Underdeveloped' whatever that is.

The tension in the room dissolved as nearly everyone rushed forward, their excitement overwhelming. I barely noticed the red and yellow bots stepping in front, shielding us from the eager crowd. The yellow one let out a deep growl, a mix between a revving engine and a feral snarl, causing the others to hesitate and back off slightly.

My ears perked up in interest and I lifted my arms up towards him, he paused for a moment before reaching forward and grabbing me, tucking me close to his heart. We both stared at each other, judging the other and seeing who would break the stare off first.

The yellow robot seemed to notice something, giving a nod of approval just as another wave of emotions flooded me. It felt like fire—hot, but in a comforting way, not painful. Once again, I felt that sensation of something clicking into place, though it felt unfinished. Then, the red bot, who oddly resembled the yellow one, appeared and pulled me close to his chest. In that moment, the missing piece fell into place, and a sense of completeness washed over me.

Everything finally felt whole. My big brothers. I've always wanted to be loved by a sibling. Someone to play with, to grow with. I just hope that they don't turn out like my brother did in my human life.

Murmurs surrounded us, protection-love-loyalty crashing over me, leaving me feeling drained. But the day wasn't over yet. There were still other Autobots to meet. The twins remained close, keeping a watchful eye on me as I was carefully passed from one bot to another. It was my heart's job to imprint, so to say, my signature on their hearts, as a way to connect me to them all.

I got to meet Ironhide who was holding a young Bumblebee, Arcee, Elita-one, Moonracer, Chromia, Flareup, Warpath, Bulkhead, Jolt, First Aid, Cliffjumper, Ultra Magnus, Smokescreen, Bluestreak, Perceptor, Kup, Mirage (who was another familiar face), Red Alert, Springer, Blurr, Hound, Trailbreaker, Tracks, Grapple, Hoist, Inferno, Brawn, Huffer, Gears, Tailgate, Blaster and Beachcomber.

Apparently, there were also groups called the Aerialbots and the Wreckers, currently away on their own missions. When they return, I will imprint on them as well. A few other Autobots were stationed elsewhere, either scattered across the planet or working in small teams, gathering intel on the Decepticons' next move or rescuing civilians caught in the war.

At this moment, though, I was nestled comfortably between the twins, drowsiness tugging at me, ready to drift off to sleep at any moment.

"Prime! Has the femmeling got a designation?" Asked Ironhide. Most of the bots in the vicinity went quiet, a few having left earlier to attend to their jobs.

"I'm afraid not, Ironhide. She has yet to form either a creator or guardian bond with anyone. She has however taken to the twins as siblings and Jazz as an uncle." Stated Prime, he seemed amused that the little Sparkling was 'adopting' a lot of the crew into her family.

Soft chuckles echoed around the room as I peeked at them through half-closed eyes, exhaustion weighing on me after the long day. Surprisingly, I didn't feel scared or anxious. Everyone had been so welcoming, and it felt like I now had my very own army of robots watching over me.

Jazz walked over and smiled softly at my drowsiness, raising a hand and cupping my cheek, stroking it with his clawed thumb. "Hey little femme, you look like you're about to fall into recharge."

I nodded softly and sighed, one hand gripping tightly onto Sunstreaker's chest armour, the other clutching my blanket. It was getting harder to keep my eyes open, waiting for the other twin to return before I was taken back to the incubator. When he appeared, he held a stuffed toy—something shaped like a four-legged creature, much like a dog. It instantly caught my attention.

"Hey, Sweetspark! I got you a gift. It's a petro dog! Thought you might like to have your first toy." Sideswipe said gently, offering the toy to me. I hesitated for a moment, then grabbed it with both hands, the plush material comforting in my grip. A small smile tugged at the corners of my mouth as I hugged the petro-dog close, feeling its warmth against my chest.

Sideswipe chuckled. "There you go, little one. He's all yours."

I cuddled the petro-dog closer, feeling its soft fur brush against my cheek.. My tiny hands explored the fabric, gripping its legs and patting its head with fascination. It felt like I was a child all over again.

Sideswipe watched me with a grin, his optics twinkling with amusement. "Looks like you've made a new friend already," he teased, gently tapping my blanket-covered shoulder. I giggled quietly, the sound of his voice and the comfort of the toy pulling me deeper into a sense of belonging.

"Do you have a name for him?" Sideswipe asked, I thought for a moment and shook my head. I will think of something in the morning. I snuggled the petro-dog closer and closed my eyes. Today was fun, I met many new faces, started creating a new family and I even got my first toy! Who knew they had animals similar to back on Earth?

With the warmth of the room, the soft murmurs of the Autobots, and the security of being surrounded by my newfound protectors, I started being lulled into a peaceful daze. Before long, I felt the weight of sleep pull me under, the stuffed petro-dog still firmly held in my arms.