sparklings
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Kup rocks the sparkling in his arms back and forth while he stands in front of the com. The little bot has calmed down a bit, but is still clinging to him tightly. Highbrow Prime is looking at him with far more than just a hint of confusion, optics glancing back from him to the sparkling. “So you said he was just in front of your door?”
Primus this is frustrating. He's been explaining for half a megacycle, but that doesn't seem to help in the least. “Yes. He has red optics, and a Decepticon brand. When I tried ta have one of my neighbors look after him, he screeched loud enough ta rattle the audio sensors. I don't know what is goin' on.”
The bot leans back, staring at him, “Well, you seem to be the only one he likes.”
He wonders where this is going. “I suppose.” He rocks the little thing back and forth, making the sparkling cling tighter, “Haven't had many bots near me ta test it, ya know?”
The bot looks at him, and then sighs, “Well, we found two identical sparklings that could easily be related to the one in your arms. They also seem to be incredibly reluctant to let anyone touch them. They cling together, and speak at the same time as they call for you.” The mech leans forward, servos firm on the com console, “Is there something you wanted to tell us, Sergeant Kup?”
Oh Primus, this explains why he got dropped on the come to Highbrow after talking to Cliffjumper. They seem to think he's a either had a dalliance with a Decepticon or is some sort of Decepticon sympathizer. “I told ya all that I know.” He can't say anything else without making slag up, and he's not doing that.
Highbrow stares at him for a long moment, before finally saying, “We need you to come to the Allspark Temple. The sparklings are there, and we don't want them distressed. At least you had enough sense to contact us first, or we would be doing a very intense scan on you at this very moment. For now, that will wait until we arrange things.”
He watches the com turn off, and feels in no way reassured.
Words: 387
Kup rocks the sparkling in his arms back and forth while he stands in front of the com. The little bot has calmed down a bit, but is still clinging to him tightly. Highbrow Prime is looking at him with far more than just a hint of confusion, optics glancing back from him to the sparkling. “So you said he was just in front of your door?”
Primus this is frustrating. He's been explaining for half a megacycle, but that doesn't seem to help in the least. “Yes. He has red optics, and a Decepticon brand. When I tried ta have one of my neighbors look after him, he screeched loud enough ta rattle the audio sensors. I don't know what is goin' on.”
The bot leans back, staring at him, “Well, you seem to be the only one he likes.”
He wonders where this is going. “I suppose.” He rocks the little thing back and forth, making the sparkling cling tighter, “Haven't had many bots near me ta test it, ya know?”
The bot looks at him, and then sighs, “Well, we found two identical sparklings that could easily be related to the one in your arms. They also seem to be incredibly reluctant to let anyone touch them. They cling together, and speak at the same time as they call for you.” The mech leans forward, servos firm on the com console, “Is there something you wanted to tell us, Sergeant Kup?”
Oh Primus, this explains why he got dropped on the come to Highbrow after talking to Cliffjumper. They seem to think he's a either had a dalliance with a Decepticon or is some sort of Decepticon sympathizer. “I told ya all that I know.” He can't say anything else without making slag up, and he's not doing that.
Highbrow stares at him for a long moment, before finally saying, “We need you to come to the Allspark Temple. The sparklings are there, and we don't want them distressed. At least you had enough sense to contact us first, or we would be doing a very intense scan on you at this very moment. For now, that will wait until we arrange things.”
He watches the com turn off, and feels in no way reassured.