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Beggars can't be choosers (13)

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Decepticons & Reader(GN)

You find an "automatic" tank busted in the middle of the night, and as the good millitar Mechanic that you are, you fix it

Or, the Decepticons don't have a trained doctor(yet), and you just volunteered as a substitute by their leaders' logic and standards

As Megatron took off with Ravage and Thundercracker, Soundwave was left as main supervisor of operations for the time being. The sun has yet to rise into the horizon, and Earth's skies shine with the multitudes of unfamiliar stars as the spy master watches for a little longer the desolated land where their imperfect base resides

He misses Cybertron, a fact it still daunts the caccette player, never one to be sentimental over such things, his cassettes where with him after all, but the hiding... perhaps his processors were taking too much of the twins for him to feel so melancholic of a set of unknown stars and uncharged wind

One step after another he marches silently inside the hangar, Reflector carefully hidden on the upper structure, as Skywarp has been given permission to rest for the day, the seeker is probably in the shared sleeping quarters enjoying energon or a recharge, hence the seemingly lack of protection in their entrance

The blue mech walks pass the mess of wires cascading from the selling, hearing Frenzys voice hums a energetic tune as his caccette works diligently inside the vents, Soundwave can't help but replay said melody over his internal COMS, it is ratter catchy and not at all unpleasant, not cybertronian however, which means it's alien... ah, his trips with their little human, those must be where the caccettecon learned the tune

Deeper into the base is a dome, where their communication tower is being build in, Rumble hammers in place the reinforcements around the structure gracelessly, this solo endeavor is really opening all their minds to how essential their construction crew is, the first thing he has to pitch to Megatron once a space bridge plan is being properly discussed

"He-ya boss!" The purple caccette stops his work and waves at him enthusiastically

Soundwave nods and continues his path to his office, inside the original mess of wires was now more organized, it was finally being spread out around the base, and he needed to take care in activating manually the main doors and alerts, carefully coding one by one, a tedious but easy enough job

He longs for the cycle where he can finally activate their distress signal, as it is being carefully crafted in his own processor since their awake, being broken down and restructured over and over to make sure it is taken solely by a similar Decepticon reception, once the tower is finished it will be only a matter of nano-seconds and then vargas for a connection to be established... if there is any to begin with

Deep down, a fear infests the commanders spark, it has been approximately four million years since their fall, four million years where Cybertron had fallen into an energon crisis while the empire was at its prime

What has become of their empire after all these years? What has become of Cybertron? A desolated land? Sure Shockwave was there but the scientist was never one to do well in politics, too clinical to appease the emotional parts of the masses and allies, but at least more social than himself

It was their luck that Optimus Prime has slept and continues stranded in this backwaters galaxy as well, from what he remember of his intel Prowl and Jazz where the Autobots high commanders that he could identify of the Ark crew that was stuck on Earth, so it was safe to assume that, out of the three commanders of the Matrix thief, it was a blessing by Primus himself that it was the "shadow commander" that was left behind

The pink mech, Elita One, was a nightmare to track, this he remembers well, preferring precise and small missions with her hit team than Primes loud and inspiring speeches of independence and revolution, cautious, too cautious, which meant patient, whatever plan she has he is sure it takes solar cycles to actually be set in motion

That was a perfect match to Shockwaves' way of running things, slow and precise, so perhaps his comrade has sustained their territory until their return... hopefully, the likelihood of Elita surpassing the Science Lieutenant was, however, extremely high as well

Stars he hates not knowing what is going on there...

Absently Soundwave reaches for the small nest of cut wires Lazerbeak has made in his desk, now that the caccettecon can't transform he sill prefers being close to his deck if anything, but the avian minicon was not there

Looking around and bellow the table the caccette players hums pondering where could his minicon be

"If you are looking for your little bird" the most annoying voice he could ever hear has graced his audio receptors, a shame, inside the communicators officer had hoped that perhaps Starscream had combusted and died while away from their leaders optics "I saw him hopping to med bay on my way here"

"Starscream" Soundwave says, going back to his improvised chair "Your presence: required for a mission vargas ago"

"yes, yes, what a shame, I was busy" the red seeker waves, taking the place in front of him, lazily putting his pads up high on the table... how... odd, wasn't one of his legs supposed to be cramped...

"Impressed by my handy work?" Starscream purrs, a self gratifying smirk gracing his face as he motions to his leg "Fixed all by myself"

"..." the blue mech tilts his head aside, but just as he was about to come closer for inspection the seeker takes his legs off the table just a bit too fast for a display of pride "Liar"

"Am not" The other states looking at one of the thousands of datapads scattered at his side of the room "What was the mission about anyways?"

"Access denied"

"Oh, come on now, it's not like I wouldn't discover what it's all about the second that thin can comes back"

"Then wait"

He pouts "are you seriously denying me perhaps crucial information for our cause?!"

"..." he could tell the seeker to check his own COMS for information. However, it is more amusing to see the egotistical second in command grovel in his own stupidity "Yes"

................

When the sky turned dark, the patrols were shifted and the base gone quiet, is when Megatron walks down the deadly silent corridors of their base, inspecting it's crevices, and trying to calm down from the long day of management

He hadn't felt this tired in eons, when was the last time he had to manually manage his closest combatants like this? Was it when he was just starting on politics or his firsts few weeks as warlord? While establishing his council members? Regardless it has been a really long time ago

With the addition of the insecticons to their ranks the most boring tasks were almost pilled over to them, however the trio of modified decepticons refused to be separated any time soon, so they were given a supervisor while they stayed close to the base, tonight Skywarp flies around the perimeter with their new addition

Hopefully, they would come with more to report than an all-clear, after all, Megatron has not made an offer for their alliance for nothing, no, back at the field when they hadn't even tracked the strange trio, the warlord noted how it was not only metal these creatures had consumed, but also the plantation, it bore trails of a feast, which could imply, that somehow, during these four million years, these three had naturally adapted as converting organic matter into energon, that could be the only explanation to how they were alive without a synthesizer

It is only a hunch, a hypotheses, but if proven right, oh they would have struck gold, if only Shockwave was there, he could cut the chase and have the trio thrown at the lab at once without wasting time at playing nice. But nothing is perfect, and he only has Starscream... and the little human

Who... now thinking of it where were they? He hadn't seen them for a whole cycle, the twins were fast at work, nor Soundwave or Reflector have reported an escape, so they were inside the base, still, how odd, usually he would have seen them around by now

Curiosity piqued the warlord slowly walks towards the med bay, it would be a good opportunity to also have a check-in, it had been what? Two weeks now since his wound had been healing? Perhaps less

Once he pushes the cloth put of the way he notice the place is different since the last time, spacious, cleaner, but no sight of the little human. His eyes narrows as he scans the room, until bellow the metal table he sees a tail, flat metal twitching every now and then

Craunching down Megatron finally sees the small refuge his doctor has created, and besides them, Lazerbeak lies, resting, his optics go online and slowly the avian minicon looks up, the surprise in the silver mech must have been clear for the small bot tilts his head to the side and rise his shoulders, the little thing is bashful who would have though

"There you are" he murmurs as his hand extends to Lazerbeak, who jumps in at the opportunity "so this is why the twins were so grumpy today, you were hogging the human-sitting duty weren't you? Sly bird..."

With one digit the warlord caress the head of his best spy, chuckling to himself at the minicons eagerness to receive praise, if he didn't knew any better he would say this even makes him want to form a bond with a minicon of his own, but he does know better, and the cons outshine the pros to himself

A mental connection? That you would only be whole when together? splitting his own energon? Being double tired if his other half was too? Absolutely not. He is still amazed how Soundwave could handle having not just one, but four minicons attached to himself

"Go along now, I need to speak with them" for a moment he waits the avian to take flight, but with his small peck at his arm the tyrant notices how his wings are still bandaged and puts the minicon down to the floor, not meeting his eyes, he cofs

As Lazerbeak exits Megatron could swear he heard a rumble in the avian engines trying to suppress itself, the little aft was laughing... he would deal with the small act of insubordination later, as for now

In a whim, the silver mech considers sitting on the ground to gently nudge you to wake up... but that seems a bit too humiliating, so he gives a firm kick to the little room, which in seconds he hears the little human scream into full attention, see, this is more effective and less humiliating for himself, and more amusing too

With the anger of a thousand sun's he sees you marching out if the table, pointing a finger above and shouting "WHAT WAS THAT FOR YOU PIECE OF S-"

Only for the anger to drain immediately upon realizing who you were talking to, Megatron smirks at the terror in the humans little face "lord Megatron... you know what? Fuck it, couldn't you have just CALLED ME OUT HERE BOSS-MAN COME ON I WAS SLEEPING?!"

His optics widen with your words, it seems someone is not in a good mood, a really dangerous thing to try it on him today "is this how you greet your superior?"

"If they kick my bed to wake me up? Yes it is" you stay defiant, little dark moons under your eyes, for a moment Megatron wonders what they signify, you usually don't have, not that he remembers anyways

Then, as if you weren't just recharged, your shoulders drop, a hand fixing your optics as he registers the faint murmur of your words "what do you need?"

"My, and I thought it was you who recommended frequent check-ins" he walks toward the transformation area "don't tell me you made a mistake and was just wasting my time now, doctor."

He hears a long intake as he seamlessly change into tank mode, vision now registering you closer as you adjust your arm and pick the tool box saying "no, no, you are right, let's see hows that pipe holding on"

The now familiar sensation of your hands hooking themselves at his sides and opening him are sluggish but firm, strange since you were far more capable of climbing his alt-mode now than a week ago, it made the warlord... suspicious, only suspicious, of course, that's what the nagging feeling in his spark that tells him something is amiss is, yet he stays still, waiting

Inside he feels you taking your normal path, side steeping wires and cogs until reaching his reserves, and there you tap into him, and feels it, far more firm and sensitive than before, the fatal would that would have taken his life

Your voice echoes inside of him, confirming his hopes "The duct tape is fully metalized. Can you feel me touching it?"

Another tap, strangely enough he can feel more than usual, perhaps for it still being new, for he feels the slow circles you make in that specific spot "I do feel it, even your circling"

"Amazing..." he hears you murmur in awe "I still don't recommend combat or constant transformation, it feels thinner than the rest of your pipes, but maybe it will thicker as times goes, so probably two more weeks"

"So your one month of recuperation was accurate would you look at that" he chuckles, proud of yet again being justified in his choice to take you with him that night as he knew it would be

You scattered out of his insides, light on your feet and hurried, maybe you are afraid he would transform with you inside... then again, he did gave you that treat so who can blame you "let's not chant victory before time, I might still be wrong"

"And yet you are yet to disappoint me" once you are out he transforms back in root mode, now keenly aware of how his inside doesn't hurt as it used to, merely cramping lightly, but not painful

He sees your eyes wide in surprise, their good hand going to their neck, they refuse to meet his optics "ah... thanks"

He chuckles, would you look at that they are being modest "because of that, I have another job for you"

And there it is, the dead panned expression he expected, truly a wonder to behold "of course..."

"Have you met our new team members?"

"We have new members?"

"Why of course, you were the one who tipped us on their existence after all"

"...what?"

The tyrant smiles sharpens "cybertronians that can consume earth metal... who would have thought"

"... the news broadcast..." and from annoyed to intrigued, your hand flies to your lips, thinking, pondering, considering, exactly what he needs you to be "wait... they can generate energy without consuming energon?"

"That's exactly what I need you to figure out"

"But that's- how-" and yet in your despair you smile, ferociously so, he would be worried of you losing your little mind if he hasn't seem the ghost of that same expression many times before

When you begged him for reconsider your position, when you saw him transform, when you pulled his trigger at Optimus cargo. You were denying yourself of a deep seethed want, a want unsatisfiable, a want questionable, but most of all a want that would solidify your alliance to him

"I'm not a scientist" you say, looking down on your shaky hand

Not yet, no, but your potential... more than a human servant, for more that it sounds ridiculous to himself, Megatron has grown to respect this one puny organic, their servitude a mere glimmer of what other humans could provide, now he wants to know how far you will go under his command

"True, but you are our medic" he walks towards the door "besides you won't work alone on this, but your it is up to you to discover how they work, not if its replicable... next week, would you be open for new repairs, doctor?"

"..." he wonders if you know how passionate you look when confronted with new possibilities, not at all different from another scientist he knows "of course Lord Megatron"

"Good" that would be plenty of time for your arm to recover to... oh you must be joking he is also considering their health now too?

........................

For the last days of your mandatory recuperation you had managed to convince Megatron to let you have trips to the city, also know as your home, to much needed rest, as always supervised, this time by Reflector most days than the twins, the tension at the base build each remaining day with the new recruits and with the communication tower almost completed

All decepticons were on high alert, who knew if the autobots would capture their signal or find the base before they could even attempt a call, it would be foolish of them, as they are straddle on earth as well, but they are know for stupidity if it means protecting this planet from an inevitable invasion

Noble... or they just don't miss home... or the apparent Civil War that was going on between them, you wonder if they have as much discord inside their base as the decepticons... probably not

The insecticons were... curious, the first time you had seen them they scrambled to hide in mere instinct, then only after Skywarp had laughed to hard he started to hic-up around the room was when they decided to come out of hiding and introduce themselves

They weren't scared of you per see, but they apparently had a good habit of hiding from humans, "too chummy to eat", "too loud to talk to"... usually, you were the first that didn't scream when seeing them, apparently...

What an honor, lucky not one of them could read minds or else they would know how a part of your brain was screaming to get away, since not only were they big, but also bugs, carnivorous bugs that Starscream apparently feared being cannibalize by too

Shrapnel was the closest to a leader of the trio, purple energy pulsing by the sliver of intense emotions between his "horns", his alt mode was a damn mechanical bug, a thing you added to you list of things cybertronians could do, vehicles, objects, mammals and now bugs too, what was next? Piranhas?

He was a beetle, which one is a mystery to you, his voice usually repeats the last word he has said, you wonder if it's a tic or an actual voice box problem. He was also a bit of a sadistic menace, after finally gaining the courage to poke you the insecticon has decided that the best prank ever is to snatch you from the ground and immediately thrown you up then down, leaving almost zero time for you to do anything but scream, much to his daylight

Bombshell was the quieter one of them, also the most suspicious, usually at the corners piercing his comrades backs as they interact with the others, he did however get along swimmingly with Thundercracker, both just quietly sharing a corner when things got too rowdy... and fun to watch, usually this also meant you joined them, and up until now the mechanical rhinoceros beetle hasn't yet kicked or squashed you, so you took it as a victory

Kickback was the first of the trio you had actually talked with, the social grasshopper was almost as prone to dramas as Skywarp and Rumble, immediately clocking their friend-nemesis thing on day one and throwing even more fire into the circus of their fights. He was curious and at least hasn't copied Shrapnel habit of tossing you up, just... making many questions about human biology. Honestly, you suspect he and Reflector take turns watching your every move like hawks to their prey

Sufficient to say, the insecticons were adapting well enough, they were far more casual than everyone at the base, perhaps a by product of only being the three of them for so long, as well as their... less than socially accepted skills...

"YOU GET AWAY FROM THAT TRUCK IMMEDIATELY OR I SWEAR TO MEGATRONS ARM CANON I WILL SPLIT YOU IN HALF" your voice echoed at the main hangar as you sprinted from the entrance to the back were Kickback was about to munch on one of the doors you had carefully picked for the renovation

"Truck?" The insecticon mocks "more like scrap... food shaped..."

"That's because I am working on it!" You put yourself between him and the truck "have been choosing that door for days, and it is brand new, so don't you dare nibble on it"

"Why do you need this thing anyway?" He slides to the ground, resting his head in his hands as his shoulder blades twitch curiously "isn't that small thing over there also yours? Why so many moving machines"

"Vehicles, and I can carry more stuff with this" you smack it's side, putting down the last buckets of paint and primes you had bough at the city as you hear the light scratches of Skywarps pads coming closer "and it's fun working on something so abused as this guy, just look at him"

As if on cue, the broken dry bumper falls out. You point at it while looking at the mutant-cybertronian who looks more amused by the second at your indignation "SEE?! it desperately needs help, and I like helping"

"Don't you get tired of working on machines now? I heard you fix us around here"

You shrugged "it's not the same thing"

"How?"

"Well..."

"Not to interrupt the beautiful bonding " the purple seeker puts down the brand new motor he helped you carry back to the base with a bit more force than necessary "but some of us is dreaming of retouching his paint for the past two months so get to it squishy"

"Be more careful with that!" You start looking around the heavy contraption, it looked alright which was a relief, after all since the day of your... incident, you swore you would buy the fastest and strongest motor money could buy on this earth, if only to make sure you could be faster than a pursuers bullet, so this thing was practically painted in gold for all it's worth

This and bullet proofed windows were your top five priorities, together with a damn good pair of breaks and a bumper dignified for a semifinalist of a demolition derby. The next time you see that stupid yellow beetle you will not have any mercy, if it isn't sent flying to the next building it will be just a splatter on the ground and you will laugh at it too

"It's fine, I didn't even dropped it" the purple seeker comments sitting near and pulling out a datapad from his forearm, already distracted from the conversation

You take a deep breath, Skywarp was of great help after all, he and Tc took turns to travel you to the city, and the purple mech is the only one that agreed in taking a risk so you didn't need to carry that heavy thing for three hours into the middle of nowhere, of course he had his price, and this time it was paint, apparently your flier friend is a bit more vain than you expected

Did it meant you had to buy more black and purple paint than you expected? Yes, to be fair you were only meant to buy black, neutral enough for your tastes, but since the seeker had volunteered and did agree of just touching his coating rather than fully changing it, you decided to pamper him a bit and play with patterns in the truck as well, a win win

So you start by separating the materials, portable massive battery just in case, electric sander, different types of sandpaper, primers, black and purple paint, clear clotting, polish, buffer, tape and plastic, and finally to wrap it up a spray gun

"Any of you two sensitive to noise?" You turn around, facing the seeker and insecticon who... were tangled together, Kickback trying to take Skywarps datapad, receiving a smack in turn only for them to end up on top of the other, they immediately stop their fight once hearing your voice

"Nah" the seeker answers "I'm trained in Thundercrackers snores"

You immediately stop "...you guys can snore?"

"Yeah,wanna hear? I recorded him once, it's in the processor somewhere-"

"How loud?" Kickback asks, kicking Skywarp off him and adjusting his sitting position

"Hm" you pick the sander and lightly press it with the trucks' exterior, once on it stars to vibrate and spin, small sparks coming out of the contact with the metal "this loud"

You stop the sanding, your flying companion remains uncovered and concentrated in his recovered datapad while the mechanical grasshopper jumps slightly in place "... yeah that's annoying..."

"Too bad" putting the tool down you gater the tapes and plastic, starting to cover the places where the paint isn't supposed to touch with surgical precision, the inner space, the inside borders of the windows, the windshields "it's a necessary evil for a full new coat of paint"

"Don't even bother trying to explain it to him" Skywarp snickers "bet this dumb aft never got a coat of paint since his fabrication date"

Curiously you watch what seems to be embarrassment from the insecticon as he looks at himself, full of scratches and dirty, paint lacking in many places and no shine at all, in contrast to Skywarp he really seemed unkempt, and the seeker was far from his glory days too

"... unfair, we didn't even know plating could be shiny like that" he grumbles

Taking a bit of pity on the new arrival you mentally kick yourself of today for the you of tomorrow sakes who will have to make another trip to the city and probably buy gallons of black and purple again this time enough to bigger retouched than mere corners "I can retouch your paint if you would like?"

"Really?" The hope in the insecticons voice made you smile, you wonder if cybertronians consider this a spa day

"Hey! I asked first! Get in line!" The purple mech huffs and shoves the grasshopper aside, looking angrily at you

"I bought enough for your retouch today calm down, his is tomorrow" you chuckle "I will respect the first comes first served rule don't worry"

"You better" he pouts, but is quickly distracted again by Kickback scrolling his discarded datapad "give me that!"

Ignoring the ruckus on the background you go back to your task. Once properly securing the covers you start by sanding all the truck, asking Skywarp for a lift once the higher places came into challenge

Then came applying the primer, a step witch you then took a break for it to dry off, finally eating something, by that time your two companions have been send into obligatory patrol, and soon enough you see Thundercraker approach, quietly sitting down and closing his optics, taking a nap, you can hear the faint rumble of his engines, sometimes it sounds higher then lower, perhaps this is the snores Skywarp was talking about

He looks good, new scratches here and there, nothing too major, his wings undented looked smoother, perhaps they naturally took back their shape, the hammering you did just accelerated the process... like a broken nose

Suddenly you hear, like the roaring of a storm before it's fall, whelping you look around just to be sure it wasn't something else, the outside was perfectly bright from the glimpse you had caught when your two ex companions walked out, so it could only mean... again the sound repeats and you see Tcs' lips part slightly... so that's his snores... it answers the midnight scares you have some nights around here

Once the primer dried off, you noticed glaring dented spots, which made you remove the primer off and hammer them into a better shape, then re-applying the primer. By then, in this second break, you tune your cellphone with the local radio. The only thing it could pick up properly in this wasteland of a location

"Santiego has the lead for the second lap of the day ladies and gentlemen!" From news to generic famous gossip, you land in the less boring option of the formula one transmission "followed by Muller at his yellow Tyrrell P34, closing in we got Senna with a Toleman TG184- oh! Looks like he is closing in on Muller! The two are neck to neck!"

"Oh, so you do got races" you yelp as Rumble leans in behind you

"Don't scare me like that!" He snickers and you give him a friendly shove as your hands set down your phone gently near the tools

"Who's winning?" The purple minicon asks curious, sitting down with you, an energon cube in his hands

"It's between Santiego, Muller, and Senna, but this is only the second lap. Don't count victory yet"

"You guys do how many laps?"

"Eh... I dunno, I don't really follow race news that much... the duration of the segment is two hours... at most, I think? So that makes what? 40 laps? 50?"

"Oh... pretty standard, cool"

"Standard? Really?" It now downs on you that perhaps races are a very integral part of Cybertron, with them being able to change into literal vehicles and all, or maybe it is just as integral as foot race is, a healthy free exercise if anything... then again, it probably depends on the region. You heard that in Brasil, soccer is quite popular among the people even outside of formal competitions

"Yeah, usually we go for like 100 medium, if the mechs are well fit with a damn good stop team, so like, most official tracks are that, but smaller cities are only permitted around 70, for safety reasons"

"Would you look at that, the more you know... you like races?"

He shrugs "hey I might work for a warlord, but not all of us have hobbies that are summarized in killing people for sports"

"Muller has taken the lead!"

"Off bad choice" you comment, remembering a fun fact one of your colleagues shared last month with you about that guy

"Why's that?"

"Heard there's a investigation around his car, apparently six wheels might give him unjust advantage of everybody else's four"

"They let him use a six wheeled vehicle?!" Rumble laughs "That's hilarious, I'm gonna bet on him while he can still race with that monster then"

"Bet, that's why this investigation started. He is winning too much and throwing off the gambling ring off"

"Looks like sponsors will be alike everywhere in the universe then"

With a final nod you and Rumble pay more attention to the race, as expected Muller did win, as unexpected Santiegos car took off the road and crashed, the driver apparently mildly harmed, Senna in second, Prost in third

By the time the last lap took place you went back to your work, with the primer dried off you sand it again for a smooth surface, and finally got to the last preparations, the truck once all beaten up and dirty now was looking more and more elegant, as if reborn

"HA! SEE! I told you he would win! Six wheel in a four-wheel race unbelievable they let it slide here"

"Oi Scrap head back to work!" From the distance you hear Skywarp enter the base "I'm on human sitting duty today off you go!"

"Oh puh-lease, I though the seeker of the day was Thundercraker" Ruble points at the sleeping blue mech "he makes a better sentinel than you anyways"

"Not anymore" with a clean of his voice box Skywarp screams right by Tcs audio reception "GET OFF MY POST!"

As in reflex, the sleeping seeker joints awake and punches the purple one right on the chin "I'M AWAKE!"

"OUCH! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!" On the background, Rumble laughs hysterically at the scene

"Don't wake me up like that idiot!" Thundercracker grumbles

"Come on it was just a joke"

"A joke my aft! Jerk"

As another bickering broke out, you sighed fondly, they never changed, and you were... scarily becoming attached to all this ruckus... it must be the Stockholm syndrome kicking in... you hope, the alternative is far scarier than this for your, already questionable, mental health

First you apply the colors, the black cans quickly getting used up the more time passes, once applied you wait for it to dry off by some ten minutes, enough time for you to notice how the broadcast of the formula one has changed to a baseball game, looking at the time you wonder if there is any radio-drama still available to hear... so you search and wouldn't you know it, there is, just in time to catch the better part of it too

Rumble has long since left the scene, and once you finally look around you notice neither Skywarp nor Thundercracker are present, however a new bot is in their place

"Gonna use that black?" Starscream asks now that your eyes bulge out in surprise, he chuckles

"Since when were you there?"

"Since Thundercracker and Skywarp decided to brawl it out and perturbed Frenzys work" he points at pile of wires right in the middle of the hangar, now Soundwave and Frenzy angrily untangle the apparent mess

"... how did I miss that..." You mumble

"Aw little squishy was too engrossed in their work to notice me" he taps the top of the untouched body of your truck"I could have squashed you and you wouldn't even have notice"

"Sure you could" rolling your eyes you continue to work "and don't even think about it, get in the line Skywarp and Kickback are already holding me at gun point for this paint"

"You are going to waste this thing in a insecticon?! And not on me?!"

"He asked first"

"Humph" turning his nose up, the seeker feigns indifference right after his indignation "your paint job is sloppy anyways"

"If you continue like that" you are feeling really generous today... no it isn't because Megatron had praised you this morning, absolutely not "I will reconsider my secret plan of buying red paint with my next paycheck"

"..." that shut him up so fast you swear he dislocated his jaw, big red eyes shine down on you "... I guess it's not that bad... my base coat is pearlescent, by the way"

You chuckle at his 180 "of course it is, now give me a hand. I need to reach up there to apply the metallic coat"

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