CHAPTER FOUR:
Enter Galloway
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AUTOBOTS
Her laughter was very clearly disturbing them and the Autobots exchanged uneasy looks before Optimus opened the comm-link to all those in the room.
*She is clearly disturbed. Ratchet, I believe you should sedate her for now until we can discover what is wrong.*
*Of course, Prime.* Ratchet conceded, very slowly and carefully moving towards the hysterical femme, a thick needle primed with a strong sedative rising up from a panel on his wrist.
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The femme seemed to notice him at the last second and jerked under the table—"Hey! What are you doing!?"-but the medic was quick with honed reflexes from years of battle and caring for stubborn mechs and humans alike, and slid the needle into one of her neck cables, injecting the sedative.
She went lax immediately, optics glazing over and Ratchet very carefully began to pull her out from under the medical berth.
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The Autobot medic just couldn't understand it. There was nothing—NOTHING—that could explain the femmes seeming insanity; no crossed wires, no corrosive fluids or damaged sensors. No, she should be fine.
But still the femme was, as the humans would say, batshit crazy.
"What in the name of Primus is WRONG with her, Ratchet?" Sideswipe asked, looking confused and apprehensive.
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Ratchet shrugged, a very human gesture he had picked up from his time on Earth. "I don't know."
"Find out." Was Optimus immediate order.
Carefully laying the unconscious femme on the medical berth, Ratchet began his scans anew.
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HUMANS
Having finished his shift on guard duty, Sargent Robert Epps headed towards the cafeteria to grab some grub.
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The food area at NEST had been designed with fraternization between both humans and autobots in mind so, needless to say, the place was HUGE. Long cafeteria tables were placed with extremely large aisles so their alien robotic tem-mates could maneuver with ease.
A long, human-sized buffet was placed right beside a positively behemoth vending machine that gave out energon cubes and there were also gargantuan metal chairs made for the Autobots to sit in, though they generally preferred to stand.
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It was here that Epps joined his fellow team-mate William Lennox at the end of the buffet line, picking up a metal plate.
"So, whaddya think of that new Autobot that Optimus brought in?" Epps asked as Lennox selected a chicken leg.
"Hey, you're the one that saw it, not me." Lennox commented quietly, discreetly looking to the side to make sure no-one was listening in on their conversation, but the guy infront of him seemed more absorbed in whether or not he wanted peach or apple cobbler than to listen to what the people behind him were saying.
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"It was…..skinner than most of the Autobots, ya know?" Epps continued, adding some coleslaw to his plate. "And curved…..kinda like a woman."
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Now Lennox looked at his friend and arched a sandy eyebrow. "You mean a female Autobot?"
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"Well, think about it," Epps said, waggling his eyebrows. "They gotta make little Autobot babies somehow."
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Lennox hissed, screwing his eyes shut. "Bad mental image, man, bad mental image." He picked up a piece of apple cobbler and added it to his plate. "I always just kinda figured they…..built their kids, ya know? Like in a mechanics shop."
"Will, my man, you've got no imagination." Epps teased, lightly punching his friend in the arm.
"If all imaginations are like yours, then I don't WANT one." Lennox countered. He looked a little behind him to where the yellow Autobot Bumblebee was squirming in his huge chair like an overactive toddler who had been told to . "Poor Bee's been going crazy since the others wouldn't let him in the med-bay to see the new Autobot."
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Epps looked over his shoulder at the yellow bot. "Yeah, well, he IS kinda like a kid, ya know? Or an over-excitable puppy."
It was right at that moment that Bumblebee decided to move in another decidedly large squirm.
Epps snorted in laughter.
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"Just remember, that puppy can shoot a gun bigger than your car." Lennox reminded his friend. "Come on, let's go see if we can cheer the guy up." Lennox took his tray and left the line.
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BUMBLEBEE
Bumblebee sat in one of the Autobot-sized chairs in the cafeteria, a cube of energon undrunk in his hands.
It just wasn't FAIR!
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It made no sense why he wouldn't be allowed in the med-bay with the femme. Hadn't he proved himself a warrior already? He had found and protected Sam Witwicky after all (okay, so what if he had gotten himself caught by Sector Seven in the process, it had all worked out in the end, hadn't it?) and he had helped in the Battle at Mission City. He was a WARRIOR not some SPARKLING! He should be in there with the femme!
Suddenly, something tickled his leg and Bee looked down to see his two friends Epps and Lennox.
"Hey, why so glum, chum?" Epps asked.
Bumblebee merely shrugged, unwilling to articulate what had gotten him in such a bad mood.
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"Aw, cheer up, Bee." Lennox said jovially. "It's not like you to be like this."
The yellow and black Autobot tried to glare at the two military men but it was like watching a kitten trying to act like a lion.
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"This have something to do with that new Autobot Optimus brought in?" Epps guessed smoothly.
But before Bumblebee could answer, that was when they all heard a voice they knew and hated;
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"What's this I hear about a new Autobot being brought to Nest and why wasn't I alerted!?"
…..Galloway.
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VOCABULARY:
BEHEMOTH: another word for huge
GARGANTUAN: also another word for huge
ARTICULATE: able to tell ones thoughts clearly so that they are understood
(from last chapter)
LILTING: light, graceful rhythm