Galix POV: (Reminder. Season 2-3 are no longer on Netflix.) Dgibbo
Smokescreen was stupid from transforming in front of a civilian. No eve I did that when I first landed and I was a stubborn one. I'm not afraid to admit that. Rookies. They don't understand why the rules are there. But-- Now that I think about it, did we even inform him of the rules and conditions...? I guess I should talk to him about that... Soon as the scouts return, Smokescreen is instantly surrounded by everyone, Bee walking away from them. They began yelling the new bot. Optimus keeping his distance beside me as I sit in the medical berth. We watch for a bit before I push myself up with my arm to sit up and stand.
"Galix, please... Stay down.." Optimus whispers, setting a servo on my shoulder.
"Optimus... We never spoke with him over the civilians... How would he know that we need to stay hidden..?" I whisper back, setting my own servo on his forearm.
"...I'll speak with them..." He finally spoke.
"No.. Let me help you... Please...?" I beg him softly.
He sighs and nods his helm, helping my stand with his right arm.
"Smokescreen," I call out to him. "I'm disappointed, but not in you. In the team."
"What?!" Arcee complains.
"What do you mean our fault?! We weren't even there! Well, Bee was."
"Hey!" Bee exclaims.
"We cannot blame this mistake on our new comrade. It pains me to say, but we never had the time to properly introduce Smokescreen to this new terrane. One of us must show him around. Preferably, a human." Optimus states.
"But, we all have our human." Arcee points out.
"Another? Isn't having three here enough?" Rachet grumbles.
Everyone in the room goes silent. I, need to keep myself from laughing, but end up snorting. I don't even have a nose how is that possible?
"I mean... I could show him around." Jack offers has he scratches the back of his neck.
"Let's go then, teach." Smokescreen grins and transforms into his flashy new alt mode, racing out like a maniac. So much for subtle.
I sigh with a shake of my head. This might not end well. But he's young, new to the war. He doesn't understand how many lives have been taken... Whatever trouble he gets in, we can't exactly erase someone's memory like in Jack-Jack Attack.
(Find out what the babysitters' name is and I'll give the first person a shout out and follow.)
":Galix please... Get some rest.:" Bee whirls quietly as if trying not to offend me.
"Bee I'm okay..." I reassure, trying to push away from Optimus, but he gently squeezes my servo, letting me know that wasn't going to happen. I'm a little surprised by this. He isn't usually this, publicly emotional.
"Go sit. If both Optimus and Ratchet are on edge about you then something is up." Bulkhead points out.
"Bulk, really?" I groan.
"Let the femme walk around, Prime. She can handle herself." Arcee sets her servos on her hips. Finally, someone who understands me.
Optimus let's out a quiet sigh and let's go. I smile up at him, thankful he wasn't so stubborn about this.
"Want to go out for a short drive?" Arcee offers.
"Please." I nod and change forms, both of us driving out in a matter of seconds.
YOU ARE READING
TFP: Sister of a Con
FanfictionPartners. Allies. Friends. Family. Galaxy Comet, is her name. Though, she would rather be called Galix for a very special reason. Abused by her own brother for most of her life. Her other half. Her twin. No-one knew. A war started and she is left...
