#theyoungerwitwicky

Kaon sat on a tree root, resting as his sparkling played by his pedes. The forest shielded them somewhat from the sky, but enough sunlight got through to provide the little ones light to play in. There hadn’t seemed to be much around when they had arrived, and the teal mech had taken the opportunity to stop for a time. The air was pleasant and warm enough, and the blind mech felt able to relax...

While Farsight nestled into his chest, Firedance and Breeze were building things out of sticks and stones, and such, and appeared content enough. Even Breeze seemed settled, playing in the shadow of his adopted creator with his elder brother opposite him. Firedance, as always, had a carefree light in his optics as he played, occasionally giggling and chatting to himself as he made what appeared to be a little house.

All was calm and, gentle animal noises aside, quiet. 

Searching for the kid turns out to be a lot more difficult than Ironhide had expected.

Trying the mostly-legal way almost gets Ironhide, or rather Iaan Hyde, arrested - turns out the human authorities don’t like it when you snoop around for info on wanted fugitives, especially when you yourself closely resemble another supposedly dead wanted fugitive. And the endeavor ends up being a waste of time. The only information he gets just confirms the rumors he’s been hearing.

The Witwicky family is dead, only one survivor. And the kid’s running.

Ironhide still has no idea which one it is.

He doesn’t like either possibility.

@theyoungerwitwicky | (( Cont from here ))

Chloe briefly glanced at the Decepticon that was now clearly in pieces, but paid him little notice. “Okay, so, uh- what can I do? How bad is it?”

“hey, chloe!” mikaela exclaimed, raising a hand in greeting. “where have you been? i haven’t seen you in awhile.”

Bumblebee isn’t one to ask for help unless he truly needs it. And, truthfully, he had been putting off this call for a while now. But any attempt at rectifying the situation on his own had gone less than swimmingly. 

Chloe had mentioned the humans being a little hostile towards robots. Bumblebee had assumed that meant giving them a hard time with parking tickets. He had not anticipated open fire. 

Luckily, the humans had apparently not anticipated anything about Bumblebee. But who would have expected an extra-friendly Autobot knocking -- literally knocking -- on the door of a local government agency? Not the humans, that’s for sure.

The minibot was driving rather frantically through the city, looking incredibly suspicious but not particularly caring. This is probably a good time to call for help. Mostly because he’s pretty sure he’s still being followed.

“What? You’re being good, isn’t this what one does when a little squishy is being good?”

He sees the bumble bot do it quite often and---if Knock Out is being honest with himself, it isn’t the most repulsive thing he’s ever done.

Hey, at least he was making an effort.

“Or do they take you for a walk? I’ve never really made it my life’s work to study you humans and your past time pleasures.”

But he was giving her his time---so he must view her as something semi-worthy of his attention.