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M8-TE perked up, looking shiny new.
“Sir!” he greeted the other mech, nearly vibrating with excitement. “Sir, somethin’ happened, I’m- look, I’m younger! Well, I, I mean, ya probably can’t spot the difference, but I am!”
And he truly was; while M8-TE found it a bit odd to be suddenly turned back into a younger self and still retaining all of his memories, he couldn’t say he disliked it. His processor felt right again, fully functional. His frame was new, not a scratch on him, no replaced arms or faulty processor. Just. New. He knew that he was likely clumsier than he used to be, as he was when he first was activated, but...
He took in the sight of Soundwave, and felt a bit of a guilty glee at how his talent for tactics had already picked out effective ways to disarm or otherwise make Soundwave harmless within seconds.