Bandaid

@medikitontour

So here she was, letting herself fall from the ceiling vent and landing beside Whirl, latching onto his helm and starting her attack! He would submit!!! The Oven was hers!!!!!!

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Beachcomber sighed, sinking into the hot springs and flaring out his armor to let the geothermal heat seep into his protoform. It was nice to get away from it all, he mused as he counted the types of rock formations he could see and tapped out a steady beat with his thumb and middle finger. Eventually, he'd have to go back and report for duty, but not yet.

“Maybe... Maybe you can teach me a bit about the stones? and the different kinds of -mites? It sounds interesting... And maybe... Maybe i will need it when Mr Wheeljack blows himself, the lab and the stones around him up to kingdom come?” she peeks at him, hopefully poking some of his plating.

“Ehm.... its made... its made up off the things the volcano swallowed all those times?” she dares to speak up, feeling very stupid as she answers. But she wants to learn! “I was not outside yet.. Mr Ratchet and Mr Perceptor said not to just yet because there are evil flies out there that could snatch me away, because im so small. But I don’t understand that. I saw those organic flies and they are much smaller than me.” she shrugs her shoulders.

He sobered at the reminder of the war. "I think they may have meant to say evil fliers instead of evil flies. And they're not that bad when you consider why they started fighting in the first place. But we are at war, and they're right that it's probably not safe for you at the moment."

“Why? Why did the war start? And why is everyone mean to each other? So there was a time before the war? What was it like? Was it good? Were there more bots as small as me?” her words flow like a waterfall as she darts back to him. Unfortunatuly her pede slips and the small one tumbles.

Now you'll learn more about all this in time, Miss Bandaid, but the most important thing to remember is that people like Optimus weren't always in charge. And, well, the people that were in charge did a lot of terrible things to everyone. And the Decepticons may want to conquer the universe, but so much more than that, they just never want anybody to be able to do terrible things to them like that again. Does that make sense to you, lil one?"

“I... I do not understand to be honest. All I ever heard was to be careful and that the Decepticons were mean to small ones like me and the organics. Why..” she breaks the question off, falling silent.  If thinking about it made Beachcomber sad, then more questions would only make him sadder, right? “Can we talk about lava eating stones and speweing them back out again? You were happy then.” She nuzzles her helm right against his neck.

Beachcomber sighed, sinking into the hot springs and flaring out his armor to let the geothermal heat seep into his protoform. It was nice to get away from it all, he mused as he counted the types of rock formations he could see and tapped out a steady beat with his thumb and middle finger. Eventually, he'd have to go back and report for duty, but not yet.

“Maybe... Maybe you can teach me a bit about the stones? and the different kinds of -mites? It sounds interesting... And maybe... Maybe i will need it when Mr Wheeljack blows himself, the lab and the stones around him up to kingdom come?” she peeks at him, hopefully poking some of his plating.

“Ehm.... its made... its made up off the things the volcano swallowed all those times?” she dares to speak up, feeling very stupid as she answers. But she wants to learn! “I was not outside yet.. Mr Ratchet and Mr Perceptor said not to just yet because there are evil flies out there that could snatch me away, because im so small. But I don’t understand that. I saw those organic flies and they are much smaller than me.” she shrugs her shoulders.

He sobered at the reminder of the war. "I think they may have meant to say evil fliers instead of evil flies. And they're not that bad when you consider why they started fighting in the first place. But we are at war, and they're right that it's probably not safe for you at the moment."

“Why? Why did the war start? And why is everyone mean to each other? So there was a time before the war? What was it like? Was it good? Were there more bots as small as me?” her words flow like a waterfall as she darts back to him. Unfortunatuly her pede slips and the small one tumbles.

((Made possible because @polyhexianchicken is the best archfriend ever and helped me developing this and having fun in helping me. Thanks Archfriend for working through this with me and having the most fantastic ideas!))

Beachcomber sighed, sinking into the hot springs and flaring out his armor to let the geothermal heat seep into his protoform. It was nice to get away from it all, he mused as he counted the types of rock formations he could see and tapped out a steady beat with his thumb and middle finger. Eventually, he'd have to go back and report for duty, but not yet.

“Maybe... Maybe you can teach me a bit about the stones? and the different kinds of -mites? It sounds interesting... And maybe... Maybe i will need it when Mr Wheeljack blows himself, the lab and the stones around him up to kingdom come?” she peeks at him, hopefully poking some of his plating.

“Ehm.... its made... its made up off the things the volcano swallowed all those times?” she dares to speak up, feeling very stupid as she answers. But she wants to learn! “I was not outside yet.. Mr Ratchet and Mr Perceptor said not to just yet because there are evil flies out there that could snatch me away, because im so small. But I don’t understand that. I saw those organic flies and they are much smaller than me.” she shrugs her shoulders.

Beachcomber sighed, sinking into the hot springs and flaring out his armor to let the geothermal heat seep into his protoform. It was nice to get away from it all, he mused as he counted the types of rock formations he could see and tapped out a steady beat with his thumb and middle finger. Eventually, he'd have to go back and report for duty, but not yet.

“Maybe... Maybe you can teach me a bit about the stones? and the different kinds of -mites? It sounds interesting... And maybe... Maybe i will need it when Mr Wheeljack blows himself, the lab and the stones around him up to kingdom come?” she peeks at him, hopefully poking some of his plating.

Beachcomber sighed, sinking into the hot springs and flaring out his armor to let the geothermal heat seep into his protoform. It was nice to get away from it all, he mused as he counted the types of rock formations he could see and tapped out a steady beat with his thumb and middle finger. Eventually, he'd have to go back and report for duty, but not yet.

"So now I do get to be a geologist like I always wanted, I just never went to school like some of the more learned types, so I'm still catching up a bit. Don't worry, now the only person who can decide you don't get to be what you want is you."

“And he made it better? But how can one mech make it all better? And when was this? You don’t look too old to me, definetly younger than old Greasefingers.” her laughter echoes through the underground cavern.

He chuckled. "Oh, this was about eight or nine million years ago, and yes, I was alive back then - though I wasn't an Autobot yet - but no, I'm not that old. Not like the ol Hatchet," he teased. "What you will learn, young Miss Bandaid, is that our race is extremely long-lived. Eons will go by, and we will still be here, long as there's energon."

“So oold??” she squeaks, rolling over and nearly landing in the water if it werent for some fast scrambling on her own part, clinging to Beachcombers plating like a fungus. “Isn’t that terrible boring? Haven’t you learned everything after such a long time?” She giggles. “Yeah, old Greasefingers is just ancient, right? But he can be a right... sweet... sweetsp-- Sweetling.”

“You are totally nice Mr Beachcomber. This is so good. And I even found the warm water because I followed your traces!” She had not been lost, what were you even thinking about?

Beachcomber sighed, sinking into the hot springs and flaring out his armor to let the geothermal heat seep into his protoform. It was nice to get away from it all, he mused as he counted the types of rock formations he could see and tapped out a steady beat with his thumb and middle finger. Eventually, he'd have to go back and report for duty, but not yet.

"So now I do get to be a geologist like I always wanted, I just never went to school like some of the more learned types, so I'm still catching up a bit. Don't worry, now the only person who can decide you don't get to be what you want is you."

“And he made it better? But how can one mech make it all better? And when was this? You don’t look too old to me, definetly younger than old Greasefingers.” her laughter echoes through the underground cavern.

He chuckled. "Oh, this was about eight or nine million years ago, and yes, I was alive back then - though I wasn't an Autobot yet - but no, I'm not that old. Not like the ol Hatchet," he teased. "What you will learn, young Miss Bandaid, is that our race is extremely long-lived. Eons will go by, and we will still be here, long as there's energon."

“So oold??” she squeaks, rolling over and nearly landing in the water if it werent for some fast scrambling on her own part, clinging to Beachcombers plating like a fungus. “Isn’t that terrible boring? Haven’t you learned everything after such a long time?” She giggles. “Yeah, old Greasefingers is just ancient, right? But he can be a right... sweet... sweetsp-- Sweetling.”

Beachcomber sighed, sinking into the hot springs and flaring out his armor to let the geothermal heat seep into his protoform. It was nice to get away from it all, he mused as he counted the types of rock formations he could see and tapped out a steady beat with his thumb and middle finger. Eventually, he'd have to go back and report for duty, but not yet.

"So now I do get to be a geologist like I always wanted, I just never went to school like some of the more learned types, so I'm still catching up a bit. Don't worry, now the only person who can decide you don't get to be what you want is you."

“And he made it better? But how can one mech make it all better? And when was this? You don’t look too old to me, definetly younger than old Greasefingers.” her laughter echoes through the underground cavern.

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Beachcomber sighed, sinking into the hot springs and flaring out his armor to let the geothermal heat seep into his protoform. It was nice to get away from it all, he mused as he counted the types of rock formations he could see and tapped out a steady beat with his thumb and middle finger. Eventually, he'd have to go back and report for duty, but not yet.

Spluttering to expel the liquid in her mouth, she playfully glares at Beachcomber, looking like a bedraggled wet kitten.

Hoping to redirect her attention, he points around the cave. "Say, do you see those pointy bits all around? Those are called stalagmites and stalactites. The humans are pretty clever, I think, cause they called the ones that come out the ground stalagmites, and the ones that come out the ceiling stalactites. Isn't that nice of them, making it easy for us like that?"

“And how do you know all that Mr. Beachcomber?”

His smile turned sad. "I knew all this from the moment I first came online. I was supposed to be a geologist, you see. But the folks in charge decided scanners and machines and all could do the job better than me and other similar mechs, so... I had to get a different job."

She is nearly afraid to ask. “What... What are you doing now, then?” If they would deem her obsolete, would she just land on a scrappile then? Too small to work for anything else? She shivers.

Beachcomber sighed, sinking into the hot springs and flaring out his armor to let the geothermal heat seep into his protoform. It was nice to get away from it all, he mused as he counted the types of rock formations he could see and tapped out a steady beat with his thumb and middle finger. Eventually, he'd have to go back and report for duty, but not yet.

Spluttering to expel the liquid in her mouth, she playfully glares at Beachcomber, looking like a bedraggled wet kitten.

Hoping to redirect her attention, he points around the cave. "Say, do you see those pointy bits all around? Those are called stalagmites and stalactites. The humans are pretty clever, I think, cause they called the ones that come out the ground stalagmites, and the ones that come out the ceiling stalactites. Isn't that nice of them, making it easy for us like that?"

“And how do you know all that Mr. Beachcomber?”

Beachcomber sighed, sinking into the hot springs and flaring out his armor to let the geothermal heat seep into his protoform. It was nice to get away from it all, he mused as he counted the types of rock formations he could see and tapped out a steady beat with his thumb and middle finger. Eventually, he'd have to go back and report for duty, but not yet.

Spluttering to expel the liquid in her mouth, she playfully glares at Beachcomber, looking like a bedraggled wet kitten.

Beachcomber sighed, sinking into the hot springs and flaring out his armor to let the geothermal heat seep into his protoform. It was nice to get away from it all, he mused as he counted the types of rock formations he could see and tapped out a steady beat with his thumb and middle finger. Eventually, he'd have to go back and report for duty, but not yet.

She must have wandered around for at least an hour before her audials flicked upwards, her purple optics widening. There was a sound coming from around the bend!  She scuttles closer, trying to be mostly silent, but failing miserably. She peeks over an edge, seeing steam first and clicking in astonishement.  This was... warm and beautiful!

So she creeps forward, right to the edge of the ground, where it changes into the steaming water. “Im.. My Designaton is Bandaid. Im a new helper in the medbay.” she chirps carefully but happily at the other mech. “I got built not long ago.”

She darts around the stone pool, clickling excitedly as she sinks to her knees not far from Beachcomber, reaching out with a dainty servo to playfully pat at the water. It felt so strange! But warm! Shriek-clicking laughter escapes her as she pats it again, splashing droplets everywhere. She seems to remember Beachcomber then, reigning herself in as she looks over. “Sorry.”

He shook his head at her apology, grinning playfully as he gently splashed her. "Oh, I'll get you now, lil one!"

She never Stops laughing.

Beachcomber sighed, sinking into the hot springs and flaring out his armor to let the geothermal heat seep into his protoform. It was nice to get away from it all, he mused as he counted the types of rock formations he could see and tapped out a steady beat with his thumb and middle finger. Eventually, he'd have to go back and report for duty, but not yet.

She must have wandered around for at least an hour before her audials flicked upwards, her purple optics widening. There was a sound coming from around the bend!  She scuttles closer, trying to be mostly silent, but failing miserably. She peeks over an edge, seeing steam first and clicking in astonishement.  This was... warm and beautiful!

So she creeps forward, right to the edge of the ground, where it changes into the steaming water. “Im.. My Designaton is Bandaid. Im a new helper in the medbay.” she chirps carefully but happily at the other mech. “I got built not long ago.”

She darts around the stone pool, clickling excitedly as she sinks to her knees not far from Beachcomber, reaching out with a dainty servo to playfully pat at the water. It felt so strange! But warm! Shriek-clicking laughter escapes her as she pats it again, splashing droplets everywhere. She seems to remember Beachcomber then, reigning herself in as she looks over. “Sorry.”