The scout, who The Fallen had sent to spy on Megatron, is meddling up some system panel at his desk. Almost there… His tongue is somewhat stuck out as he is attempting to pick up a small flat material into a gear shape material. “We have a new Decepticon in our ranks.” This literletly makes Scout’s entire progress fall into nothing since it made him drop everything he was doing.
Scout looks over to see this new decepticon.
“This is Robustshell,” Megatron introduces the rather ‘new’ femme. “A femme.”
It makes Scout freeze. He had seen her a long time before.
“Where did she come from?” Canocopy asks, holding something in his arms.
“The Weeping Angel cave.” Robustshell blurst, then she waves her hand in front of her face as if she just passed gas. “Ewww.”
The Decepticons are not femilar to what she said.
“She came from a different planet, three planets away from Cybertron.” Megatron said, at least chuckling.
But…she was….with him on Earth. Scout recalls, as Megatron got some Decepticons to give Robustshell a tour. She’s not new. Robustshell had been there with Megatron…and I didn’t tell the fallen! Could this femme be?...I should question her, after I’m done with the tinkering..Scout looks down to his mess that he started just a little after arriving in to the ship.
Forty-eight hours passed fast for Scout.
“Which way is the berthrooms?” Robustshell’s voice startled Scout.
Berthrooms are bedrooms in the terminology for bedrooms. Berths are actually metal huge beds doubled the size of a human bed. It’s quite easy knowing Berthrooms are not entirely empty but they have their share of furniture, decorations, and messiness. This terminology can be seen through diferent varaitions of the Transformers francise.
Scout turns to Robustshell’s direction.
“It’s been…two solar cycles and you get lost?” They are standing in the middle of a wide hallway where there are numerous holes in where doorways should really have been made at. He couldn’t believe Robustshell.
RobustShell turns on her vehicle lights.
Her vehicle lights land on Scout’s faceplate after he had been cleaning it up. The light blinds his optics so the mech. “AHH!”—covers his eyes— “Turn your lights off!” When it wasn’t all that harmless to human when really it does mess up some optical machinery. Their optics is a bit like humans, they can’t stare at lights for too long.
“Ooops!” Robustshell looks down to her armored chestplating.Her optics skeptical how to operate lights using just a processor. It seems so much work for one communication. She frowns while making others blinded by accident. “I’m new at this…so bad.”
She scratches the back of her helmet.
“Heh,” She nervously laughs. “Just…..” Robustshell looks to the ceiling. Her optics softened remembering something in her past or saying. Robustshell turns her attention back to Scout. “Never been in a spaceship before.”
”Never been in a spaceship?” Scout repeats, he starts doing hand gestures. This femme has no clue how to operate her lights and doesn’t know directions! Scout processes the interaction. Megatron should have given her a complete map of this dhip. “How could you never been in a spaceship when you were on Earth and somehow got onboard—“
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