#bumblebeethescout

Time had passed since that whole ordeal with Mrs. Smith and the secret agents that accused the autobots of kidnapping Kari. The child had been looked over by medical professionals and was examined just incase before being given the choice of where she wanted to stay.

Kari obviously chose to stay with her new family, the autobots. She had a lot to learn about herself and much more to discover. She still had no idea of her origins but was getting better at honing her abilities. Today the child was training under the watchful eye of her older brother figure Bumblebee and whoever else wanted to watch.

Kari skid to a stop after destroying a few training turrets, having cleaved through them using her insane speed and a set of blades made from what she thought was metal and minerals from her inner body, but the bots knew better though avoided telling her the truth for many reasons.

Kari, now wheezing and panting, stood up straight and stretched up then moving to wipe the sweat off her forehead. She was wearing a loose navy blue tanktop and some baggy black sweat pants with a gray drawstring tied in a bow to make sure they didn’t fall during training. Her body was still frail and weak from how she was treated in the past but she was definitely doing better, having a bit of muscle and fat building up, not much but it was noticeable.

Also noticeable were the numerous scars that adorned the child’s body, usually they were covered, and most were still hidden, but the ones on her upper body that were usually hidden by her shirt sleeves were on full display. She was always self-conscious about them and still was but hid her feelings about them as best as she could until she was alone.

Aside from her simple training outfit she wore her scarf as always and a sort of metallic arm band on her left upper arm that helped keep an eye on her abilities during training. Her feet had simple bandages wrapped around the middle section of her feet in a messy manner.

All in all, Kari was starting to blossom and grow a lot in her new environment. The child looked up at Bumblebee and the others watching, giving a smile and chirping out a weak; “h-ho-ow... da-t?” Between breaths, moving to grab a tablet of sorts that had been sitting safely away from the training area and typing up more of her message, having it shown via hologram.

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◍ working too hard/stressing themselves out too much

Bee? I think you should take a break. get some rest and fuel...please. I’m worried for you

The people are fine. Humans don’t cause much trouble for him, other than being general aftheads on the road. And there are humans still out there looking for Cybertronians, of course, but dodging them has become part of Ironhide’s livelihood. He can handle the humans.

The people are fine, but he’s come to learn that cities mean confined spaces and blind spots - things that make him an easy target for other mecha. But sometimes needs must, and this is one of those times.

That doesn’t stop Ironhide from feeling far too tense on his shocks as he rolls down the crowded streets. His energy signature is heavily cloaked and all of his sensors are active, scanning every few seconds for other Cybertronian life, but so far he hasn’t come up with anything. So far, he’s safe.

Ironhide snorts. He’s become paranoid, in his self-imposed isolation, but rightfully so.

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