A Curious Thing Happened on the Ark Today...
I must admit, there are times when I regard my fellow Autobots with a deep feeling of disconnect. Today was one of those times. It was a calm day, with lovely weather, and a great many of the crew were outside to take advantage of the bright sunlight. As I watched them, it occurred to me how casual they all were with each other. Bumblebee punched Jazz on the shoulder, and Optimus had an arm around Bluestreak’s shoulders as he explained the finer points of basketball. Ironhide had managed to drag Ratchet out of the medbay, and the two of them were leaning against one of the rock outcroppings as they talked. The twins were off to one side; Sideswipe had a cloth in his hand, gently polishing his brother’s plating. Everywhere I looked, there were Autobots laughing, smiling, casually touching and being touched in return. The Decepticons, I thought to myself, would never trust each other enough to interact like this.








