𝕬𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜 |TFP| [REWRITE]

VII: Protection Is Vital

'Odimus' moans in annoyance from the stack of datapads he receives from Prowl, who recently got to Iacon. 'Odimus' knows that he has to do them, but he sadly doesn't understand the Autobot language too well. He sighed as he almost slammed his helm on the desk and made an inaudible weeping.

"Need help?" 'Odimus' heard a voice ask.

Looking up, he finds a light blue and white mech in front of his desk. The mech was mostly light blue than the white patterns around his body as a missile launcher sits on his shoulder blade.

"I'm Mirage," Mirage introduced as 'Odimus' nodded.

"Odimus," He greeted in return as Mirage nodded in appreciation.

"So what do you need help with?" Mirage asked as 'Odimus' gave him a nervous look with a nervous smile.

"I, uhhh, don't know the Autobot language they use," 'Odimus' spoke, feeling embarrassed as Mirage hums lightly.

Mirage began teaching 'Odimus' the alphabet of the Autobot language, Odimus listened closely as he learned rather quickly. Within a matter of time, another Autobot pushed Mirage away from 'Odimus'.

"What's this about?" 'Odimus' spoke as he got up to get in front of Mirage, keeping the mech behind him.

"Haven't you heard that Mirage may be a double spy?" 'Odimus' sighed from hearing this.

It wasn't the first or the last time he had heard of those types of rumors. Mostly used to them going around audio receptors to another, it never gets old as it reminds him of something before everything that happened to now. Time was never going to be his side as Vector Prime was incharge of it. Nothing can go against it except old deities.

It didn't surprise 'Odimus' nor made him feel wry, he was used to the feelings. He sighed as he ignored them. Getting help from Mirage, he typed down the reports that Prowl needed. He dreaded these reports, but upon finishing, he felt released from a cage.

He gets up from his desk and leaves the place as he sighs in relief being out of the building. Taking in the half polluted air, he would prefer less dense air to breathe in like other planets. He sighed as he remembered space bridges were permanently in shutdown after the rust plague invaded other planets. With a sigh, he leaves the city. Upon leaving the city, he made sure he was far enough away to switch his paintjob as he slid his mask on.

He looked around as he went on his way. Before bumping into someone. Deathblade sighed and almost let out a curse. He would've thought he would leave him alone, but apparently not.

"Ouch, dear," Reaperkill spoke as Deathblade rolled his optics. "Could've said it out loud."

"What do you need me to do? Insult more?" Deathblade mocked as Reaperkill chuckled.

"Not really, but you may," Reaperkill chuckled lightly as Deathblade walked away. "Rude much."

"Whatever you say, you're not my business," Deathblade scoffed as Reaperkill followed him. "Stop following me already."

Continuing on for a few more nano klicks, Deathblade noticed Reaperkill still following, but barely solid in form as he was transparent. Deathblade shrugged it off as he knew Reaperkill was getting his attention.

"Are you still going to follow or are you going to report to Megatron?," Deathblade asked, trying to get the insane mech off his back.

"Well, I should go to have my personal fun, but I rather mess with you first," Reaperkill says with a wolfish grin plastered on his faceplate. "It's been a few klicks since I last saw you."