Everytime I draw flug i always forget he doesn't have antenna, but thats okay. I like to imagine hes the secret cousin that doesn't get revealed untill season 4
@beachsideufo
Btw this was my first time using ms paint and its like amazing and so fun to draw on
“Why you little pest! Get out now!” grumbling under her breath, Elita tried to reach n for small thing, slamming her other hand on the gorund. She just left for a moment and now had to fish the little thing out of the crack she did not even known she had, letting steam out of her body. Her hand was to big, but maybe B-127 can reach for it “B-127, give it a try” letting a heavy grumble, she stood up, letting yellow bot get closer and try his luck. His hand fit in, but it still came out empty.
“NO, sorry” visible worried, bot took a step back, looking like a kiked pup “I did not mean for it to go like this. I just wanted to see what it was that you brought.”
“I can see this B,” Elita sighed, ribbing her eyes with one servo while resting other on her hips. “there is a reason I put it in a dome. Now it’s hiding in the hole and I don’t even know if they are a threat!” she through her hands in to the air, a black smoke slowly escaping her vents, showing clear frustration.
“It did not seamed dangerous, more like scared,” B shrugged, kneeling down and poking in to the hole, able to see strange creature pushing it self deeper, the head bopping for a moment like a ball inbetween walls, then reaching for it as if it hurt t self in rush attempt to get away, making bot snort “and funny! Come here!” he started whistling, wiggling his fingers, calling the little thing out to him, hopping it will see that there was no danger coming from him. The little one only shook their head widely, pushing them even deeper, now rammed in far corner, out of reach completely. Letting a disapproving sigh and puffing his lips, Bee got up and Stood still, watching Elita phase back and forth, thinking to her self. “What if we pretend to leave? Maybe it will come out on it’s own? I mean it is scared of us and if thinks we gone it will get out, right?” pink bot stopped, opticks darting before looking at Bee as if he said something very smart right now and her face light up.
“It’s not to bad of an idea,” she rubbed her chin “then you leave, make sure to make it loud and clear, okay? I’ll be by the hole to catch little pest when it gets out. Got it” be nodded widely.
You crammed your self in to the furthest corner, sides of your head hurting from how violent you managed to bonk it inside the fucking helmet all while the huge metal fingers dug around to get you out of the safety of the hole. It was not the best that pink one was swapped by yellow one, the same bot that shook you like a snow globe before dropping you to your doom. You shivered, chill running up and down, trying to think of the way out or what to do after that. You can try to survive by hiding around, but how will you get home. Your train of though was broken when you heard loud footstep and able to see some bot leave, you did not get to see who it was, just that they were leaving, your stomach dropping once more. Did they leave to get something to fish you out? You really did not wanted to find out and slowly crawled out, making sure you were quite, looking around for some other place to hide, hands wrapping around the edge and leaning a bit forwards, scaning the area to make sure it was safe. Only far to late you noticed pink huge feet. You barely had second to let a yelp out as your body was crashed in between two huge metal hands, pain shooting though as you can hear and feel your bones scream under pressure. You did not had a chance to process anything when you were quickly shoved in to a new cell, this time it was a glass box with open top. You gasped for air like crazy, chest paining and hurting, grunting, crawling away from the glass wall that was closest to the face that stared at you with anger. It tapped, gargling at you before standing up quickly and turning to face another huge bot. You swore under breath, pushing in to the wall and just waititng to see the outcome, praying for swift death.
“Elita, what is going on?” Prime watched as Elita-one jumped up and stared at him with wide opticks, caught of guard by his sudden appearance, B-1327 was more happy to see him, his little antennas moving with excitement “What is that?”
“Prime! I, uh, I was about to call you” standing up straight, pink bot nodded at Prime, who was walking over to the table, his blue opticks focused on small emptied glass container that held small being, cowering in the furthest corner, round helm looking up and he can see a face staring at him, small, scared and clearly hurt. “I found this little thing on the surface. It was not alone – it came on ship that I presume left them behind as one of mountains started closing up on the ship.” She explained letting Prime examine little creature, lening down, the matrix glowing bright. “it is quite wriggly”
“And squishy” added B-127 with a note of pride. Letting out a sigh, Prime stood up, back straight, processing just what he was seeing and all the information Elita shared with him, a bit shocked that there was another form of life besides Quintessons and that they were able to reach their planet. He just did not expected it to be this small and having such resemblance to them – two peds, two servos, five digits and little face, two opticks, mouth and a nose. Maybe it is also sentient, kneeling down and choosing not to reach for it, he gently tapped on the side of makeshift terrarium, startling poor thing even more, it’s jumping and pushing it self so far in to corner he feared they will break them self. Softening his look, Prim pointed at him self and then at the thing, speaking slowly “My name is Optimus Prime, what is you name, little one?” he can only read confusion through dirty visor of strange helm, maybe it did not hear from it. Reaching in, he made sure to move slowly, yet the little thing let a strange loud chirp, grabing head, taking it off in second and tossing it in to his servo, shocking him for a moment that it did it, but now he was able to see their face and helm clearly. Their little helm was covered in strange long fuzzy thing, thin and gathered in to something, it kept yelling at him in strange chirping way, clearly having their own language and different vocals. Letting a heavy sigh after seeing how scared the thing is of him and the hand, Prime pulled back “I can guess you were not to soft with this little one,”
“It is not my fault B-127 decided to play with it and then drop it, scaring it in to hiding, and I might say I was not... to easy when I grabbed it.”
“I guessed so,” Prime sighed, remembering how heavy she went on Arachnid “Please be carful with this one. I will go check archives about –”
“NO you don’t!” and there it goes. Chest faling, Prime prepared him self. “You have a meeting to attend and I am not letting you miss it, again!”
You regret tossing the helmet at the blue once hand, but you were scared and acted out of instinct to keep your self from any more metal hands, having enough of strange aliens already, letting them chat in their robotic language, clearly arguing about something and you, along with yellow bot, felt very uncomfortable. They are clearly a family – papa robobt, mama robot and a kid, who was more then hands happy to touch things, sneaking past them and staring at you through glass, tapping on it with his fingers like a toddler tapping om fish tank. Harmless so far. Calming down a bit, you climbed on to your feet, even if they were shaking a bit, started moving slowly toward the yellow bot, ready to jump back if it reaches over the edge to grab you. The pink one barked at him as soon as he strated lifting his hand, quickly putting it down. Okay mamma-bot is not wanting him to touch you either, so it just laid it’s head on the huge table, observing each other with curiosity. His blue opticks shifting while he smiled.
“What are you?” you sked, its eyes growing wide just for a split second, before going back to normal “Are you... are you their kid” you pointed at two bots behind than at the yellow one, lulling invisible baby. The bot reacted, standing up and mimicked motion you just made, smiling and pointing at you. Yeah, now you are not a baby, so maybe he misunderstood or understood at all what you were trying to convey “yeah, now, I am not baby” you shook your head, sighing heavily an dropping your shoulders down and bot tapped again, you tapping back just for fun. It then reached in again, of course after checking the horizon for safety, quickly grabbing your helm, while you jumped back, ready to bite. Yet it seamed young bot was interested in helmet, twisting it in his fingers, rolling it and peaking inside of it, being gentle. It was not long before your cage was grabbed and carried away along with pink and blue bot, with yellow bot waving behind, you panicking about where you are being taken, stumbling on your ass and sliding aorund while being carried with two bots still bickered. You were carried in to a room, with even more bot’s who were shocked by your arrival, staring at two bots with wide eyes as they walked to the front of the table, placing your cage on table and started talking, ignoring you and your existence for a while, letting you spectate. The other bots focused on the two, only time to time looking at you in between words. Okay, so you were brought along to the meeting so that there will be no more accidents, just forced to seat through, so you did, taking seat in the corner and just watching. It was clear that it was important, with hologram popping up showing a circular graph, pink one speaking the most and blue only popping in time to time, somehow sounding very powerful, even if you did not understood anything he said. Then photos showed up and your eyes grew wide – those pictures were of cities, tall and glowing, some even hanging upside down from the sealing, bots walking around and piles of trash, something that was very familiar to you. Waste management problames. You your self lived for years surround by trash, pilled up around on the streets, only getting collected once a blue moon, air pungent with rot and it seamed like those creature had the same trouble, gathered around to deal with this. So it means you were captured by some one high in rank, like president or a ruler as big bot was literally towering over every one and the only one who had glowing chest. Was it some kind of “crown”? You had no idea, just kept observing the whole thing, seeing meeting change from trash to other things that you did not quite understood, but it steel looked familiar.
Apparently for alien civilization made out of metal, clearly with advance technology as to have holograms, they are not so different from humans – the same troubles, gathered in huge room around table to discuss them. Hell, you are even willing to bet that some of the bots were not interested at all and even able to pit point them as they slouched over and hardly listened to those who were higher in rank, instead focused on you completely, making your skin prickled with goosebumps form their intense stare, making you wish you did not let yellow kid-bot take your helmet, that you are sure is broken by now, just choosing to focus on photos or pink or blue-red bot, trying to get more out of their talk and just how much trouble they had to deal with. Then came a moment for other to speak and it all dragged on, with time slithering by like a snail and when they were done - it was clear by the lights outside the windows of huge room it was late. Sighing, Pink bot rubbed her forehead, bubbling something and letting every one go with a wave, of her hand, bots getting up with sliding chairs, that you did not hear a sound. A bit intrigued, you got up, feleing needles bite at your shines and tip toed a bit to see. The chairs were floating above ground, somehow able to hold big creatures easily, but you tried not to think to hard. Every bot passed by, holding tablets and a few glanced at you, some even stopped to try and reach in, their fingers hovering above you, baiting for reaction. They were shooed of though as soon as you let a few swear words out, pink one chasing them of with a glare, and soon enough he room was empty besides two bots that were yet to decide your fate. You looked up at blue one, who stared at you with sad eyes, worry and kindness, leaning on table and letting a huff of air out, coking head to side and speaking to the other one, lifting one hand and reaching in to poke you. You did not move away and let him do what ever as your life depended on him not being angry with you.
The meeting seemed to drag one and eventually it finally ended by late evening, with sun shining though the opening of the Iacon city and Prime let a heavy sigh of release, patting Elita on her back, knowing well that it was very hard on her as well. It did not help that LongClaw was more interested in the little alien they brought then the meeting, constantly asking about it and even attempted to “take it of their servos”, making him shiver from a though alone. You are something new, a new life that seems very fragile and small, yet showered in attention of every bot. Letting a heavy sigh, he looked at small thing in empty glass, looking up at him, with little opticks focused on him with confusion and worry. Reaching over, he nudged them gently with two digits, waititng for same defensive reaction of chirping and swatting, opticks growing wide and helm moving quickly and slightly back from shock at a new reaction – docile – little one just accepted his actions, head leaning in a bit and eyes blinking a few times, shifting from his servo to his faceplate, expecting something. Letting a quick huff of amusement out, Prime scratch their little head, a motion that seemed to be pleasant to small one as they closed their eyes and sway with motion.
“So, you wanted to look them up, right?” Elita spoke, opticks focused on another report, buried in paperwork as always “Any idea what is it you will be looking for?”
“Something that is organic and small,” Prime spoke calmly, moving another servo behind and scooping small thing up, scaring it for a second as it clamped on to his digits, opticks wide with shock and surprise, able to feel little spark beating fast in their chest plate “I am sure thirteen Primes ran across something like this before Quintessons, or at least I hope so.”
“You’d thingk with you constantly sneaking in to archives back then you would know about things like this,” Fem-bot smirked, watching Prime play with little creature, moving his digits up and down the spine, it arching a bit from sensation “never ran across something like this in your previous adventures?”
“I was more focused on looking for Matrix of Leadership, so I did not really payed any attention to what other books had in them, though I did saw something about organic life momenteraly. I will go see if I can find it” letting you down back in to makeshift cage, Prime left the room, patting Elita on back as he left, leaving pink bot and strange small alien alone. Letting a heavy sight, Elita dropped her helm on the table with loud grumble. All this is t much, but also what she strived to. High status she chased as a miner now was nothing but a fading whisper of the past, now being right hand of Last Prime, with more responsibilities landing on her shoulders. There were enforces who are not too happy that the laws were now a bit more “calmer”, letting bot’s to actually enjoy life instead of being scared that any wrong movement will ended up with them in jail. Then there is housing crises with all miners are no longer forced to live in barracks and more bots coming in to activity then under Sentinels cruel ruling, and all the mess he left behind after his death. It also was getting worse with bots praising Megatron for what he did and choosing to follow him, refusing to listen to reason. Her processor hurt and an annoying migraine made her worry that this whole thing might end in a civil war. Letting a heavy sight, able to feel her inner cooling system kick in, she rolled her head on it’s side, opticks focused on glass with little being inside, looking at her with innocent eyes, blinking a few times and coking it’s head. Right, another problames to add on her shoulders.
“Why did you come here?” grumbling out, she reached out, wrapping her digits around the rims of the glass, pulling it closer like a glass of high grade, staring in to little opticks that were glowing with life, that it was smart and could think “Why did you come now? Could you not come like later when thigns would calm down?” twisting the glass from one side to another, she rotated it, to study creature more. It is clear now form what they did before that strange white body was nothing but outer layer of suite, real deal hiding beneath, acting as an armour. Stopping the motion, she chuckled how little one fell back on their aft from stop and trying to get up. Alright, Optimus seamed to enjoy petting little thing, so why not give it a try, she heard that such activities help with headaches, which she was desperate to get rid off. Giving little one some time to adjust and react, she reached in, hanging her servo over the edge, letting it come closer in it’s own accord and let her touch them. Alright, they are no longer scraed, so she wrapped her hands around the small body, unable to lock all her digits completely, lifting almost weightless body out of cage and seating up, leaning on the back of the chair. Thing chirped for a second, little servos wrapping around her digits for safety and looking up at her with fear, going stiff.
Coking the head, Elita lifted another servo, moving slowly, seeing it jolt from seeing another hand closing up, shutting opticks tightly in fear, expecting something bad to happen to them. Yeah, no, despite how fragile you are, she is being very carful, for real this time. Unlike Arachnid, she needed to be carful with such soft creature, gently putting pointer digit on to small head and running it up and down the small long fur patch. The sensation is surely something interesting, and she did it again, running the same digit up and down, able to feel the errors slowly going away, leaving her processor to finally take a break. Slightly loosening grip and unwrapping digits around the body, she let it seat on it’s own and kept petting the small thing, using all her digits, just to make all the headache and worry leave her alone for even a bit.
You were ready to scream and fight when your head was suddenly gently patted, just like the big blue bot glided his fingers up and down your back, seemingly trying to calm you down from suddenly being picked up. Was it all the bots wanted – just pet you? You can problbay agree with them as you your self would every time pet a cat any time you saw it, be it domesticated or stray, only you would let them come to you and not grab them, letting cute cats sniff you and decide if you were worthy. In this situation you were not given a chance to approve of the person petting you, just letting them do the thing, able to feel grasp loosen up and just let you seat in the palm of the thing without trouble, letting it do what ever it want. Mama-bot seemed to enjoy it, leaning back in the floating chair even more, moving you lcoser to the chest, now using the whole hand to not only pet your head, bot back, a noce motion that you kind of felt ashamed to admit felt good, closing your eyes and letting a long pleased sigh, listening to the internal machinery of the huge being. You can hear the humming of something that sounded to close to an engine, propably like a human heart, making you wonder just how those creatures were build. Maybe you can find out if you stay just abit longer.
Confession time, when I first saw the Year Zero album cover I genuinely thought the hand reaching down was an alien. And that stupid assumption lasted for about a few weeks? I think? Until I found out/realised it was infact a hand.
