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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.
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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So she figured she'd take advantage of a few hours on the Florida Keys. The weather was nice and the sea breeze was refreshing.
She walked purposefully toward the market square, and then something hit her broadsided.
She fell down to her knees and came face to face with...
... a robot. It bore a vague resemblance to the Asimo robot she'd studied in undergrad.
"What the..."
The robot just tilted its head and beeped.
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//But how do we get her...//
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She shares the downlink such that Bee can see the slightly fish-eyed point of view that Rover provides her. Jeimu is still staring at Rover and saying something about finding his owner and giving him back, but damn, he was a very interesting little thing, now wasn't he?
Endeavour laughs. Jeimu was just the same as she'd remembered. Although the shuttle was pretty sure she slept at this point.
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... the robot takes off running.
"@#@%." Jeimu swears. "I pissed him off." Thinking that whoever owned the robot would definitely get angry, she pursued him.
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//Call her in,// Bee tells Rover.
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Then she watched as the robot slid over to the far side of the backseat and beckoned her inside.
She looked skyward. "You're kidding, right?" Then she shrugged and crawled into the Camaro - oh my goodness what a freaking sweet car! - attempting to fish the little robot out of there.
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Bee gives a mental shrug, then shuts the door and turns drive back to where she and Endeavour had started out, her radio still singing its song.
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Jeimu turns to the driver. "Seriously. I'd like to go back."
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"There's somebody who really wants to meet you," she says gently. "Don't worry, you're safe."
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"Fine."