Beeps and Buzzes

⚔️ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 3

　　　
　　　
You didn't think it would be a huge deal to walk around, metal scars exposed to the world, relieving yourself of those suffocating jackets and doing away with your holomatter to conserve energy. Cade hadn't so much as flinched when you crept by, snatching an unopened bottle of coke, instead he blindly tried to snatch it back whilst engrossed modifying the voice box Daytrader brought in.

Same couldn't be said for Jimmy, who'd been unaware of your condition beyond the obvious. Going as far as screaming bloody murder (causing you to stumble over your own feet!) he exclaimed “what is it with people and freaky robot stuff, huh! Gave me a damn heart attack or some shit!”

Suffice to say, you stuck it to him. Not even granting the distressed man the courtesy of an explanation, ducking behind some dismantled cars and thus dodging his wary gaze.

Just to wander (deliberately) into the periphery of Izzy. You may hold your reservations about having a kid hanging around the equivalent of a Rebel Base, though Bumblebee reliably informed you she was attempting some last minute upgrades on Squeak's. Whilst your Scout hadn't sounded too concerned overall, you just wanted to double check for yourself that she wasn't accidentally complicating Squeak's condition.

“Huh. Didn't know we carried dismembered enemy limbs here,” wasn't so much a question as it was a statement, knowing fully that nobody permitted Decepticon parts here after the whole Transformium affair in Hong Kong. Didn't know what kind of virus could be housed within for starters.

Content with leaning against a rusted old Ford, without batting an eye towards Wheelie getting flicked away like a mere insect by Squeak's new upgrade. Something undoubtedly out of place upon the pitiful looking thing.

Izzy, goggles no longer obscuring her eyes, leant back on one hand. Her welding torch (liberated from Cade's workshop no doubt), resting by her side “didn't know it was a problem, or any of your business” her tone as defensive as any teenagers caught doing something they shouldn't.

Raising your hand, calling a truce, cracking off the metal cap and offering it to the girl “never said it was a problem,” you paused, fingers curling after she liberated the bottle from your hand “actually. Backtrack. It might be a problem - shift”

Perhaps it was your direct tone, or maybe the glint of your [f/c] hand, but rather than double down on her defensiveness she gave you enough space to comfortably reach Squeak's without having to walk all the way round the car.

“Wait, wait - are you actually, y'know, one of them? A Transfor-”

Izzy silenced herself as you broke off the tip of your pinkie finger. Open mouthed at your self-sacrificial act, you needn't look to know the trouble she was having processing this. Triangular particles  coiled above palm, reforming into a tiny piece of sheet metal with glowing blue circuitry.

You were barred from putting the patch upon the bot's newly acquired arm by the girl's vice-grip (almost spilling her drink as she all but lunged at you). By looks alone, an explanation was demanded. You caved easily, having nothing to lose from sharing this ‘trade secret’ of yours;

“Relax. Anti-Virus. Can't trust the Deceptions, even in death,” tugging your hand free, watching as the Transformium melded into Squeak's new limb and did little more cosmetically than adjust the sigil from Decepticon to Autobot. You hadn't planned for that, but guessed it was what the little Autobot desired and thought nothing more of it.

Hand starting to pull away, damage already mended by using up internal components, Izzy latched onto your hand to yank it close. Holding steady (if just a little annoyed by impromptu examination), holding your tongue as she accessed your cybernetic limb with great interest.