randomplaces | Transformers' 'verse. Transformers' base. Finding Jeimu

In the period of time that Endeavour had been spending at what she came to call the Base of the Bots, there'd been many changes to the place.

They'd acquired a giant pile of CRT monitors. She wasn't exactly sure how they'd acquired 'bot sized couches, but then again, here she was, sentient and chipless and a 'bot herself, so anything was really possible.

She walked past where Bee and Jazz were hanging out on the floor, shelling monitors like they were peas, and continued on her way to the workshop at the back of the hangar.

Halfway there, she heard a dull clang and felt a weight on her back. She turned her head slightly and looked. Honey was clinging to her back, shifting slightly with every move Endeavour made. It was a little hard for the sparkling to stick; the vestiges of Endeavour's thermal tiles were mostly on her back and they were definitely not ferromagnetic.

Still, Honey was determined and Endeavour didn't mind, so she carried the sparkling all the way to the workshop, before sitting down in her chair made from SRB components and gently extricating Honey from her back.

"Now, what are you going to do in here?" Endeavour asked the little one, who just stared up at her attentively. A sigh left the older 'bot, and she flipped open a panel on her upper chest. Out scrambled a little six-wheeled machine, who wheeled in circles around Honey, chattering away in mock Cybertronian. Rover liked to think he could speak, but he couldn't.

Hoping that Rover would provide a decent distraction for Honey, Endeavour focused on her latest tinkering project: dismantling a whole load of older, more complex monitors the group had somehow acquired. Pretty soon she was into her work, and had her TDRS receiver sticking out of the back of her neck, picking up some old 1980's music station. She hummed along while she worked.

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"Just taking the CRT tubes out of these things." She held one up in her hand. "Probably be a good thing to have around. I remember when I had five in my cockpit... Roaches? How'd he manage that?"

She watched Rover continue circling nearby.

"They came in the monitors. We had so many in the main room the other day while you were out that Bumblebee wound up stepping on Sam's foot." He absently gave the back of her neck around the TDRS receiver base a gentle rub. "But I meant the music. I haven't heard this kind before."

"Oh." She smiled and continued working. "I have no idea. It was the first channel I could patch into that didn't have that screamy, noisy music."

~~it's totally playing "Footloose" by Kenny Loggins~~

She shuddered at the mention of lots of roaches. "Tell me you got rid of them." That's all she needed. Roaches crawling up her OMS engines while she slept.

If it was possible for a robot to gag, Endeavour did just then.

"Most of them." He took his hand away from her neck and peered into one of the monitors on the work table, which had all been torn open. "But we keep finding more. They can't hurt us, though."

Honey ran across one at that moment and very enthusiastically stomped on it.

Endeavour saw Honey go for the roach and shuddered again before extracting another CRT from another monitor.

"I guess I'm still used to the mindset that one of them will crawl up my engine bell and start hacking away at my wiring."

He rubbed her back again, then looked up as a laughing 'Uncle' Jazz came in with an armload of opened monitors.

"Don't even start," he warned his smaller teammate, being very tired of the silver mech's outrageous teasing of the two of them and flirting with Endeavour.

Jazz just wriggled his eyebrows at the femme as he set down his load, then turned and went back out.

Endeavour dealt Jazz a sideways look and chuckled softly once he left. "He's insane, that one."

"I wonder, sometimes." Ratchet pressed his thumb on a roach that scurried away from the new pile of monitors, then settled down in his own chair to pursue his own metallurgy experiments. Honey came to chase Rover around his feet, and he smiled at the little femme's antics. "Hello."

She gave him a cheery trill of beeps, then flopped down on her belly and studied the world from that angle.

"Are all sparklings as happy-go-lucky as she is?" Endeavour asked, turning down the volume on the radio.

She hadn't had much experience with children of any kind. Every human she'd come in contact with was an adult. There was the occasional open-mouthed child who'd come to the OPF from time to time with a parent, but they'd mostly been scared at the sheer size of she and her sisters.

Her pleasant thoughts were interrupted when a roach walked across the floor from the new pile of monitors, right over her foot.

And the twenty-something foot 'bot was suddenly perched atop her chair, shrieking and pointing.

"It touched me!"

Jazz peeks in from his own bug squashing duties. "What's up?"

Ratchet had nearly fallen over backward at the shriek, but quickly got to his feet and handed the frightened Honey to her mother, who had pushed past everyone else at the door and come in ready for battle.

Then he turned to Endeavour and spoke soothingly as he reached for her, "They can't hurt you. Come on down before you fall."

Bee hugged her daughter, then turned and batted Uncle Jazz upside the head for snickering.

Jazz clicks at both Bee and Honey and holds his arms out to hugs them as they pass by. "Bugs is bugs."

She took Ratchet's hand and stepped down. "Sorry," she said, her optics dilating a little bit. "I guess it comes from being taken care of in sterile environments..."

Then she looked at Bee, Honey and the two Jazzes. "Sorry guys."

Rover came over and shifted into his bot form, admonishing her in his babble-language. She couldn't help but smile.

Transformers' 'verse. Transformers' base. Finding Jeimu

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