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Hound waited patiently in his shared room, audials peeled for the slightest brush of movement. Trailbreaker's snores echoed around, dominating the soundscape and potentially covering any light steps. How the bot even slept with himself was a mystery in itself, but Hound truly didn't mind most nights. The low rumble of his engine with his heavy vents was actually a comforting sound, keeping him company until he fell into recharge.
Now, he had to focus on everything except that snoring. His chronometer ticked on internally, reminding him of how little time he had. Venting softly, he tuned his audials to better focus on the outside.
Despite how patient he could be, this wait was beginning to echo in his joints. He adjusted his frame to release some of the tension and let out a little sigh as another Earth-minute passed by. Across the room, Trailbreaker's vents hitched loudly before his engine rumbled and an equally loud snore slipped out.
Hound decided enough was enough, he didn't want to waste any more time. He only had so much time before the event finished. He sat up slowly and stood even slower, audials finely tuned to outside of their room and optics trained on Trailbreaker's sleeping frame.
Sneaking through the base was painfully easy. He took the shortest route, glancing around corners and stopping at every potential sound. If a pin dropped he would've heard it, creeping through the halls just like Jazz or Mirage, unseen and unheard.
He transformed as soon as he stepped onto the dirt, kicking up dust trails behind himself as he raced off into the night. His chronometer ticked on by and he picked up speed, any semblance of stealth out the window. He had a mountain peak in mind and he wouldn't give up this chance for the world.
Their human companions had told them of this event, a once in a lifetime event for most humans. Halley's Comet, the only comet easily visible to the human eye visited the solar system once every seventy-five years. Some humans had the chance to see it twice in their short lives, hopefully Spike wouldn't miss that chance.
As he pushed himself up to the cliff, his engine roared at the steep path. Regardless of how often he took this path, or joined others in this private little haven, the slope still gave him trouble. When it rained, it was actually impossible for his tires to get any worthwhile traction.
Tonight, though, was as clear as could be. He transformed onto his pedes and sat down, looking up at the twinkling skies. Pulling out a camera Spike had gifted him, he carefully held it between his fingertips and snapped several pictures of the sky. The flash firmly stayed off, letting the camera only take in the light from the sky.
As he relaxed in the cool night air, leaning back on his hands with his camera resting on his thigh. He sighed softly, opening up his vents and letting the cool air slide through his frame. Lounging like this, looking up at the bright sky, there was no war. There was no threat of decepticons attacking, no threat of Seekers flying in, no threat of Megatron demanding their surrender, no risk of humans or the Earth itself being destroyed or damaged.
He smiled widely, his optics brightening as the comet finally appeared. Readying his camera, he held it up to see the bright ball of blue streaking through the sky. It soared across the sky, leaving a trail of dust particles and scattered lights behind. He snapped endless pictures with the camera, knowing he would fill the film before the night was over.