━ ❝ i want to be down with what you're going through, i want to be down, i want to be down with you, no matter the time of day or night, it's true, i want to be down ❞
ミ ★ or in which lisa clemente, a determined and ambitious active duty air forc...
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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ (I WANNA BE DOWN) CHAPTER━━ THREE ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 恋人┊͙✧˖*°࿐
THEY FINALLY arrived in Peru, and Stratosphere had safely landed them with minor turbulence. As they stepped out of the plane in a rural area, they took a moment to admire the surroundings. Suddenly, a minivan approached them, transforming into its Autobot form. Mirage introduced the Autobot as Wheeljack.
"Sorry I'm late. I was enjoying a harmonious moment between a serene butterfly and an unruffled caterpillar. Such tranquility," Wheeljack explained, his accent strong.
Noah, always curious, couldn't help but ask, "Yo-ho-ho, Oye, papo, where are you from?"
"Cybertron," Wheeljack replied.
Noah continued, "So, where did you get that accent?"
"Accent? What accent?" Wheeljack questioned innocently.
"You know what I'm saying, I'm just saying it's cool. I was about to be like, 'Yo, mira, papi, de dónde eres?' But I didn't want to assume that you speak Spanish too, because then... Right?" Noah explained, injecting humor into the conversation. Lisa couldn't help but chuckle and shake her head at the exchange.
"Mmm, a little racist, hermano," Wheeljack responded.
"I'm not trying to be, you know... Yo," Noah defended himself, realizing the potential misunderstanding.
"But anyway, the mission. Follow me," Wheeljack said, taking the lead and guiding the Autobots, Lisa, Elena, and Noah towards the town.
"But he's a robot, like, so, how's that racist?" Noah questioned to no one in particular, confused as they started following Wheeljack.
"I don't know. Realmente no deberías asumir que todas las personas hablan español." Lisa said to Noah with a wink before she went to walk with Elena. (You really shouldn't assume that all people speak Spanish)
Noah smirked, his lips curling with delight as he heard Lisa speak Spanish. He quickly joined her side, intrigued by the discovery. "Y de dónde eres, Lisa?" he asked, happy to find out that he wasn't the only one with a Spanish-speaking background. "I had a feeling from your last name, but I didn't want to make the same mistake I did with buddy over there," he admitted, lightening the mood.
"Mom and Pops are from Honduras," she smiled.
"¿Eres hondureña?" Noah repeated, and she nodded. "I'm Puerto Rican," he revealed.
"That's wassup," she grinned, appreciating the connection they shared.
The group followed a path of rocks across the grass, reaching the edge of a hill that overlooked the massive town below. Airazor was already flying over the city, awaiting mission orders. Wheeljack gathered everyone near the edge and began sharing information. "Okay, guys, check this out. The coordinates you gave me correspond to an old church. Take a look ."
