These Paths We Tread (Autobot x OC)

LV. Iron

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On the sandy beaches of Diego Garcia, a spherical orb of energy suddenly sparked to life. It was white, almost-blue in color, and was large enough to fit a giant. Sure enough, when the ball appeared to explode and release a short wave of energy which quickly dissipated, four metal beings emerged. Thankfully, the three who waited for them near the porch of the base knew the four very well: Optimus Prime, Blaster, Sideswipe, and Air Raid. However, the four weren’t entirely alone. From the green-armored Seeker’s cockpit emerged a familiar red-headed, young woman—Catherine. She was lowered to the ground and hopped off without so much as a stagger, being that she was well accustomed to the practice. Their waiting audience approached with grins and smiles, and the Asian-looking one of them clapped her on the shoulder. Behind them, the others save for Air Raid and Sideswipe took off to start their own duties.

“Anthony, Fig, and Jackson. My favorite multi-cultural team. Did you miss me?” she chuckled, and the Asian man ruffed up her hair.

“’Course we did, kiddo, although every time you visit we have to shake down another operation,” Anthony mused, and the redhead shrugged.

“Hey, it’s not in Russia this time, so you won’t be freezing your asses off!” she grinned, and then turned to the Seeker. “Go ahead and go refuel, Air Raid. We might need your space bridge later tonight.”

The mech whined, “But I wanted to take you back inside!”

“I promise I’ll spend time with you later, now go on,” she replied, using her hands to shoo him away. The Seeker huffed in return, looking ready to argue. Catherine sighed and looked to Sideswipe, whom chuckled and wrapped an arm across Air Raid’s shoulder, tugging him along. The Seeker aimed to resist, but the silver mech tightened his grip enough to make the younger one stagger and become forced to walk with him else lose his balance. He cursed the silver mech, whom laughed aloud this time, and continued on.

“Oh, those boys of mine,” she snickered, and turned back to her three teammates, who still watched the two mechs walk off.

“Lo siento, chica, but I still find the fact that those flying ones are your kids kinda weird,” Fig mused, and she shrugged again.

Catherine shrugged, “I’m used to it.”

Anthony looked back to her, “At least you got some sweet benefits. That teleporting thing really saves some time.”

“Sweet Jesus, yes it does. It also makes it easier on the Autobots, too.”

“Wish we got people to use it. Then we wouldn’t have to worry about planes or ships to get us everywhere,” Jackson added as they finally started to walk towards the base.

“Well, it is possible—Sam proved that—but people just aren’t accustomed to it... and, I admit, it does feel weird. That’s why I stay in Air Raid’s cockpit—I can’t feel it in there. Also, he can only transport so many people and mechs at once, and only so many times. It drains a lot of power. He has another type that’s more like a portal, but it only last for a few seconds, so you have to be moving while he makes it to pass through in time.”

“Man, I’m just glad we finally got some legit Autobot air support. Now the ‘Cons can’t get that advantage,” Fig replied.

“If the ‘Cons would show up, that is,” Anthony added with a grunt. “If it weren’t for the Cybertech crap going on, I’d say they were long gone.”

“We might just find somebody tonight,” Catherine spoke, and all three looked at her with alarm as they turned into the human side hallways. “Blaster thinks the shipment we're going after will have a Decepticon helping out. He’s been catching word of an ‘overseer’ or something along those lines, and who better than a ‘Con?”