Meeting (Chapter 1)

Armor

Half Moon

I saw another autobot with white, red, and green for a color scheme and red handled katanas crossed on his back.

  Wheeljack.

  Bulkhead was talking excitedly, the kids asking questions.

  I didnt want to bring anyone down about the news, so I stayed in the shadows, avoiding everyone.

  "Who's the other girl?" Wheeljack said.

  Didn't work.

  Nightshade snorted, walking in front of me.

  He didn't really like new people around me. He had to make sure they were safe for me first.

  I step out from behind him, calming him by stroking his flank.

  "Actually, not a girl." I say, folding my right wing outwards, arms crossed.

  Wheeljack looks slightly surprised.

  "Ratchet, can I talk to you, please?" I ask, his expression annoyed.

  Apparently he didn't care much for Wheeljack.

  He noticed my worry, and he nodded, his expression softening.

  Nightshade went down to investigate the new bot, while getting attention from the kids.

  "Is something wrong?"  Ratchet asks as we walk behind the main console.

  I nod.  "Galaxy is...  Still alive, but her voice box had to be taken out. I might have to watch Anti for a few weeks.  Or until she gets back on her feet."

  His face slackens, nodding solemly.

  He glances at Bee, but turns back to me.

  "Is that all?"

  "I found armor to fight with you guys.  Wearing it right now, actually."

He scans my body and scoffs.

  I love surprising people.

  I rip the chain off my neck, and the armor folds out on my body.

  He seems surprised.  I almost laughed.

  I flick my head back, the helmet compacting to the back of my neck like a hood.

  I snap my wrist to the side, a shield deploying.

  "Its not finished completely yet, but I could finish it in a few weeks.  That part I want you to help me with."

  "Moon, I know you want to help, but you need to learn protocol.  But I will help you finish it." He says, interested.

  I had a feeling he wouldn't object to building something.

  He helped me weld the missing piece on my shoulder blades, while giving me room to move my wings.

  "Ill learn with Smokescreen, then." I say, making my armor fold back into the chain.

  He agrees, sighing.  "Fine." He says, letting me convince Optimus.

  We walk out from behind the console, and I pull Optimus to the side, proving to him I could be a more useful part of the team.

It worked.

  I actually convinced Optimus.

  Well, didn't think that would have worked.