...This adult looks familiar. Bee climbs halfway up the mech's leg, and chirps loudly, in a demanding tone.
Jazz sighs as he reads over the datapad again. He’d been one of the ones to assume everything would settle quickly with the senate gone, but with many of the mechs that were formerly in higher castes refusing to acknowledge mechs from the lowest castes as being sentient enough to have any say in how they are treated, some subgroups of the rebellion are getting frustrated. Tensions are rising, and that goal of setting up a fair society quickly is getting more distant by the orn.Jazz is too distracted to notice the sound of little peds coming closer until he feels the minute weight attach itself to his ped, pausing to watch the hatchling climb up and chirp at him.“Well hey there, lil bit. You get away from Optimus again?” He chuckles and offers a servo, letting the bitlet decide if he wanted to keep climbing or get a free ride up to his shoulder. He has a couple of the sparkling snacks Ratchet and Wheeljack designed in subspace, mineral treats filled with the metals and concentrated energon a bitlet would need in order to grow. Maybe he should offer one?