Just a little teaser, I blames wicked3659 and eerian_sadow
"You just had to honor that human expression about a drifting satellite, didn't you?" The words were not understood by the medical staff that tended to a body laid on the table, working their hardest to keep it warm and stable. The chirps and whirs were beyond their capacity to understand and beyond their care to find out what was said. Their one concern was the patient barely clinging to life laying on the flat surface. "What would have become of ya, if I hadn't found you?" the alien whispers went unnoticed by the intended subject. The silvery form watched the medics work, murmuring ancient prayers long forgotten by most, willing the frail body to fight and cling to life.
"It's time, Blaster."
Ironhide's gruff voice pulled Blaster out of his vigil, looking back to the tall black mech. "Will you let me know what happens?"
Ironhide rested his hands on his hips, smiling sympathetically. "She's stable and will make it. Now come over, you can't go around without proper camouflage."
Blaster grinned "Got anything in bright orange?"
"Yeah. Mudflap's aft."
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"She's quiet." Red Alert noted as she chewed on a fry inside the common rooms of the special project's headquarters. She side-glanced often towards the table at the far end of the room where a woman, supposed to be another member of the human-Autobot alliance project, was eating her meal. "What did you say was her name?"
"She is." Jazz followed Red Alert's sight, taking a sip of her coffee before speaking. "Code name's Soundwave. She's a transfer from another facility, jus' completed specialty trainin' accordin' t'Prowl."
"Training in what?"
Jazz shrugged. "Beats me."
"It's time, Blaster."
Ironhide's gruff voice pulled Blaster out of his vigil, looking back to the tall black mech. "Will you let me know what happens?"
Ironhide rested his hands on his hips, smiling sympathetically. "She's stable and will make it. Now come over, you can't go around without proper camouflage."
Blaster grinned "Got anything in bright orange?"
"Yeah. Mudflap's aft."
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"She's quiet." Red Alert noted as she chewed on a fry inside the common rooms of the special project's headquarters. She side-glanced often towards the table at the far end of the room where a woman, supposed to be another member of the human-Autobot alliance project, was eating her meal. "What did you say was her name?"
"She is." Jazz followed Red Alert's sight, taking a sip of her coffee before speaking. "Code name's Soundwave. She's a transfer from another facility, jus' completed specialty trainin' accordin' t'Prowl."
"Training in what?"
Jazz shrugged. "Beats me."