Escaping Reality

Chapter Twenty: The Reunion

Titaniumwrench was relieved to finally be able to stretch her peds again. For whatever reason, walking around in her holoform had not helped much, but now that she and Ratchet were at the Harbinger with Bumblebee and Raf, the femme could now properly walk around again, which she appreciated.

"Bumblebee, hand me that power cord," Ratchet called out, the newly painted Autobot beeping in response as he did as asked. "Titaniumwrench, can you read what's on the screen in front of you?"

That was a good question. Could she read it? Surprisingly enough, "...Yes."

"Oh! Nice one!" Raf was quick to congratulate her on her speaking, thus making the Quotevian feel a bit embarrassed over it. She could speak in the past after all, or at least she could a little bit... if she put in enough effort. It was just weird now, having functional vocal cords, thus giving her the ability to easily speak when she couldn't once before. Truly, it was now just difficult to figure out how certain syllables sounded, but that had become easier and easier. A bit too easy in her opinion... but she wasn't going to complain.

"...It's... not that big a deal," Titaniumwrench replied, making sure to carefully morph her mouth to say the words she wanted.

"Oh! Okay! Have you been practicing more with Ratchet then?" Raf asked, though all he received was a nod from the femme. Unfortunately, Ratchet interrupted, asking for the readings on the screen so that they could continue to progress in restoring the Harbinger, and so, she had to return to focusing on that, at least for a moment of course.

"There. This make take a few minutes, but we should have the Harbinger restored just enough to properly operate here for the time being." Ratchet then proceeded to get back on his peds, the mech looking over their handiwork, as choppy as it probably was. "Hmm... Not bad. All we need is... the rest of the team."

The group then fell solemn for a moment, Titaniumwrench also growing saddened by the mention of the others. But that sadness didn't last long, for soon enough, Titaniumwrench had bounced back and began making an attempt at reassuring the group. "...Ratchet. Remem... Remember what I said."

"What she said?" Bumblebee echoed, the scout beeping curiously at the medic.

"When Titaniumwrench and I left the base, I... grilled her about what happened with the humans and the Decepticons. She didn't say much, for multiple reasons, but, after you two, well, came to visit, she mentioned something about the future being... bright for us." The mech still seemed uncertain with his answer, but he continued nonetheless. "That, and your own determination is what convinced me to follow."

And now all optics were on her again. Great.

"Thanks for the encouragement." Raf then finally broke the silence, the kid flashing her a smile before looking back towards Ratchet. "So what's the plan? Are we contacting Agent Fowler?"

"As risky as that may be, yes," Ratchet confirmed, only to then make his way back to the monitor Titaniumwrench was at. "We have to let him know that we are alive and, well, as optimal as we can be at the moment. Any other Autobots will most likely do the same, and we can count on Fowler to spread the news."

"But what about security?" Bumblebee asked, watching the medic get to work.

"That is the issue, but, the Harbinger has its own frequency tied into the Decepticon network. The Decepticons are most likely too busy monitoring the human's frequencies compared to their own, meaning we should be able to relay this information to Agent Fowler without any problems. At least, so long as I can reconfigure these frequencies, but it shouldn't take too long." As Ratchet worked, Titaniumwrench couldn't help but smile just a tad. They were on the right track. The plot was going smoothly. Everything would be okay.