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War? What need was there for war? Everything seemed to be going well. It made no sense to interrupt the daily lives of bots over a couple of things that could be easily fixed by just talking it out. Still, it was a good opportunity to do something different, have some excitement.
Spur showed interest in joining, choosing to head down to where Autobot recruitments were going on. The bots in line were far bigger than himself, but it didn’t bother him all too much to begin with.
No one seemed to bother him as the line progressed, but he did notice that some of the flight frames were being harassed by those looking to join. It gave him something to think about as he didn’t believe it was right, but speaking up on it could end up with him facing the same thing.
He wasn’t sure what to do up until the point where it started to appear to be getting violent. That was something he wasn’t going to let slide.
“Leave ‘em alone!” he shouted at the larger bot harassing the rotary just before the entrance to the building. “They di’nt do anythin’. An’ they ain’t botherin’ you none. They’re jus’ tryin’ to do what the two of us are doin’ too: joinin’ this team. It’s a war. Meanin’ the side you choose ta join needs as many soldiers as it can get!”
“This isn’t any of your business, farm bot. Why don’t you go back to the countryside and mind your damn business like you all have been doing for millenia,” the larger bot growled at him, their focus on him now.
Spur hoped the rotary would take the chance to go inside the building while the larger bot was distracted, and thankfully they did. “It is my business when yer threatening my potential allies. They’re on your side an’ you’re treatin’ ‘em like their mere existence threatens you. Why don’t you start mindin’ yer own business and leave others alone?”
He had been expecting the talk to get the bot to back off, but it only got them riled up enough to grab Spur and hold him up against the wall. The force had hurt initially, causing him to lose his breath for a moment.
“This the kinda behavior you want those inside ta see? Because they’re gonna be watchin’ all of us to make sure none of us are outta line or causin’ problems for ‘em. So I suggest puttin’ me back down on tha ground unless you wanna make sure they toss yer aft to the curb,” Spur spoke, optics narrowed.
Thankfully the mech listened to that, setting him back onto the ground, though they did still shove past him and into the building. Spur could only roll his optics at the interaction. Just how many bots were going to behave like newborn sparklings while he was just trying to help around?
The interview to join the Autobot team had gone fairly well, although, he couldn’t understand why those asking questions had such a hard time understanding him except for one of them. It was a bit frustrating, especially when the bots seemed to have an epiphany as soon as he mentioned growing up on an energon farm. He truly couldn’t believe it.
They had been given a room number along with a schedule that they planned to follow to a T. It seemed like the first week was settling in, the next meeting fellow soldiers, and then the rest training. Since he was new to the team, they weren’t sending him out onto the battlefield just yet.
Entering into his room, he looked around to get a feel for his surroundings. It was clear that Spur had a roommate. He just hoped whoever it was wasn’t as aggressive or inconsiderate at the bots he’d met previously. Someone around this place had to have a moral compass that didn’t involve poking those who were attempting to help.
He sighed, moving to set up his space so that he felt like he was at home. He put up pictures of him and his family, setting up the comm system that would allow him to call home and see them again, and placing down the comfort items he brought on the berth.
He stepped back to look at the space, nodding a bit with satisfaction to how his side of the room was set up before perking up and looking over as the door to the room opened.
“Oh…Hello,” Spur smiled at the mech that had walked in. “I’m Spur. I reckon yer my roomie, right?” He was expecting a similar reaction to the bots from earlier, but felt better the moment the mech smiled back and started speaking.
“Mhmm. You best believe we’re roomies,” he chuckled, coming over to sit on his own berth. “I’m Bull-Rider. I’ve been here for quite a while, so I’m glad ta finally have someone else around. What brings ya around here lookin’ to be a soldier?”
It felt nice to know Spur would be staying with someone who understood him and how he was. While the pick was probably made simply because the two spoke similarly, he honestly didn’t mind this time.
“I was lookin’ for a little bit more excitement in my life. ‘Course I know that war ain’t somethin’ to be excited for, but it’ll definitely be addin’ more adrenaline into my life,” Spur smiled happily, shoulder wheels shifting as he straightened up with a bounce.
“Ain’t that right,” the other laughed heartily. “I’m sure yer one of those bots who’ve already been taught how to fire a blaster, eh? Can’t wait to see yer skills, sharp shooter.”
Sharp shooter? Spur couldn’t believe he’d already earned a nickname, and before he’d even shown off his skills. “I dunno if I’m as good a shooter as you are. I’ve trained, sure, but actually shootin’ a movin’ target? Never trained for that. Maybe you’d be willin’ ta teach me?”
“Teach a cute thing like yerself?” Bull-Rider questioned, tilting his helm as he spoke. “How could I possibly say no? ‘Course I’ll teach ya. Might need somethin’ in return…I like ta make deals after all.”
“Then share yer conditions,” Spur chuckled, coming over and placing his servos on either side of the mech, leaning in close.
“Fer ev’ry lesson, I want yer cute aft layin’ next to me in my berth. But I’m willin’ to negotiate.”
“An’ why would I want to negotiate that? I’d gladly lay next ta ya. As long as we ain’t just sleepin’. I’m expectin’ cuddles.”
“Then it sounds like we got a deal secured, sweet stuff,” Bull-Rider smiled, pulling Spur close. “You ain’t leavin’ me easily any time soon.”