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“Alright, we need to carry these energon cubes to the docking bay” A police officer-looking bot, whose name, funnily enough, was Barricade, commanded the group of bots Ezra landed himself into.
Some mechs around groaned about how they were still expected to work even while being injured. ‘Damn, these guys really need a union’, Ezra absent-mindedly thought.
“You! Seeker!” Barricade growled, “Just because you're a flight frame, doesn't mean you get to skip out on work! Get moving!”
Ezra stood dumbfounded for a second in the corner he was trying to blend into (curse you white frame) until he noticed all the optics on him. ‘Oh shit, I'm the seeker’, Ezra grimaced. He sighed and went towards Barricade at the centre of the room.
God, Ezra wanted the ground to swallow him whole right now. Are people normally this embarrassed in their dreams (or nightmares in this case)?
“Which ones do you want me to pick up?” Ezra asked; he didn't feel like getting yelled at in his dream. Barricade glared up at Ezra (HA! He was taller!), his door-wings were straight with the occasional tic as their staring match continued.
Finally, Barricade relented, pointing a finger towards a stack of those ‘energon’ cubes, “Pick those up”, and Ezra went on his merry way.
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Barricade watched as the white seeker walked past him and towards the stack of energon cubes, and couldn't help but let out a shiver as his presence finally got weaker.
It was weird; he had never really considered flyers as something to be feared. Their ability to fly was something to marvel at, yet that's all they really had going for them in Barricade's opinion. But this seeker? Barricade thought he was going to suffocate in his presence.
When that white seeker walked up to him, Barricade felt the air around him get heavier with every passing step he took. He stood with the same prideful posture as the rest of his flock. His voice was deep with the voice modulator lacing it with static, making it hard to understand his tone.
Barricade also noted the fact that he had never even seen this particular mech before. With a presence like his, it's a wonder why he hasn't seen the white seeker with the others.
“I'll ask Starscream later”, Barricade went back to going through the datapad in his servos. Soundwave wants all the energon cubes counted before and after loading.
Before Barricade could continue his work, he heard a few gasps and looked up to see that damn white seeker walking towards the docking bay with five cubes! How he was managing to even hold FIVE LARGE CUBES was beyond him.
His processor lagged for two seconds before he angrily stomped towards the white seeker (who seemed unaware of the attention his display was causing). “Put some down for Primus's sake! You're going to drop one!” he roared. Barricade’s engine began to growl as he approached the mech.
“Huh?” the white seeker glanced at Barricade before looking at his tower of energon. “You told me to take it to the Bay, and that's exactly what I'm doing,” he stated as if that was an obvious fact.
Barricade glared incredulously at the idiot before him! All the respect he gained for the seeker disappeared in a spark-impulse. His processor was full of questions, but the main one was:
“How are you picking all of that up?”
“Well, I grabbed one, realised it was sealed at the top and decided to stack them—”
“I'm not a sparkling you aft! I'm asking how you can hold all that weight, these cubes weigh like 300kg each!”
The seeker glanced down at his stack, then back to Barricade. He could tell the seeker didn’t believe.
“You know what! Forget it,” Barricade growled, pinching his olfactory as his processor kept on trying to understand the mech before him, “Just go.” With the wave of his servo, he dismissed the seeker before his processor fried itself.
The seeker stared at him for a few seconds before a glare from Barricade sent him on his way.
“Just who is that mech?” Barricade grumbled before a thought dawned on him, ‘I didn't feel that intense pressure from before.. It felt light around him this time?’
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Ezra made his way towards the docking bay, the police robot's words replaying in his head.
“300kg? That can't be right,” he muttered to himself. These cubes were light as hell!
Granted, they were pretty heavy when he first tried to pick one up, but they got lighter the longer he held them. Probably just dream logic, considering he is dreaming right now.
“Now, where's the Bay?” Ezra wondered, turning his helm to glance around, he finally noticed other mechs walking towards his right. “Follow the majority”, he solemnly said and began following the crowd.
His optics cycled wider as he came across a big ass sci-fi spaceship. “...Holy shit”, he whispered to himself, what type of dream is he having!
“Whatcha standing around for, seeker? Get moving!” A gruff voice barked from behind him. Ezra turned around with a scowl (which the robot wouldn't see, considering he has a fully covering blast-mask) and the robot immediately shut his intake up— surprisingly.
“Or what? You trying to make me drop these cubes?” Ezra didn't know what got over him, but his pride suddenly felt very hurt. He wasn't ever this prideful? Guess alcohol really does make you a different person.
“I– it's nothing” the mech stammered over his words, producing a static-y sound. Ezra's systems hummed with glee as he watched the yellow robot bite back his words.
“Good.” he said with a huff. Turning on his heel, he walked towards the Bay, leaving the stammering mech and a small group of bewildered onlookers behind.
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“Was it me, or when that seeker spoke, the air suddenly felt heavier?” Wildrider cautiously asked his gestalt members. Dragstrip was the idiot who pissed off the white seeker and was just stunned by the sudden increase in weight on his frame.
“No, no, Wildrider, we all definitely felt it” Breakdown watched the seeker head towards the Nemesis's bay, “and is he carrying FIVE energon cubes?”
“This is all just a mass hallucination, everyone”, Dead End helpfully provided.
“Frag me, that was... intense”, Dragstrip hesitantly said. It was all so sudden, one second he was being snarky with the seeker, next second he felt as if he was trying to hold the weight of Menasor in root mode.
“I swear no seeker can do that!” Wildrider exclaimed, “Who was that!”
His gestalt glanced at him before looking back to the white seeker— who was now placing all his cubes in the bay— and all wondered the same thing: just who is that bot?