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*Tarn POV*
It's been about a week since the unfortunate death of Skyquake Dropkick and Shatter have been staying here for a little bit but Arcee left afterwards to guard Jack. I am here trying to get another protoform online. I was thinking of going with Waspinator and hopefully, his life will be a whole lot better than in Beast Wars. He is a bit more difficult than Slipstream so far but I am almost done.
Dropkick: Hey, Tar—what in the name of Primus?
I hear Dropkick behind me.
Me: Hello Dropkick.
I don't turn around still focusing on my task.
Dropkick: Is...is this how you "found" Slipstream?
Me: Yes, this is how. If I am to help Optimus, then I need more than just me, so please don't say anything about this. (Presses a button and electricity starts flowing through the protoform and starts turning into Waspinator .)
Dropkick: OK, I'll trust you on this.
Me: Thank you.
I walk near the protoform as it unhooks and before it falls I catch him and his eyes start to open.
Waspinator: Where'zz izz Wazzpinator?
Me: Do not worry my friend. You are safe.
Waspinator: Friend?
I nod and help him with walking before he gets it. I introduce him to Slipstream and Shatter after explaining to her about the protoforms.
Shatter: Are you sure it's a good idea to keep this a secret from the other Autobots?
Me: For now, I will tell them later.
She nods and I thank her as she turns around with what seems like a blush on her face. Maybe but probably not. I look over and see Waspinator talking to Dropkick and Slipstream nowhere to be found in the room. I leave to go find her and see her walking in the hallway.
Me: Slipstream.
She turns around and looks at me.
Slipstream: What?
I walk up to her and put my hand on her shoulder.
Me: Are you okay? You seem distant this past week.
Slipstream: I guess I have been distant. It's just a lot to take in. I have been alive for about a week.
She has a small smile on her face trying to lighten the mood and I chuckle.
