TFA Underground City Au
The cold thin air carried the echo of tinkering axes, the rattling of pulley chains and a low whistle. The melody carries on with the rhythm of their movement, matching each strike on the icy surface. He vents a breath of frost, blue optics wanders the area hazily.
“ ’Rion, c'mere!” His finials flicked at the direction of the gruff voice, helm turning just in time as big hands wrapped around him and soon he found himself face to face with a very big war frame. “ Yer still too little to even hold an ‘axe, little Pax.” He stares back at the yellow optics of the war frame and smiled. He vents a sigh and lifts the little mech over his shoulder kibble. “ Let’s get you back to yer creators, kid.”
Optimus wakes up from his recharge wearily. He sits up from his berth and stretches his limbs lightly before moving to leave the room. He pauses as he briefly glances over the wing piece, he should probably put that away at some point, and picks up his axe. Twirling the weapon in his hand, he smiles at the familiar weight of it and subspaces it before leaving the room.
The cool morning air greeted him as he stepped out of the base for his early morning patrol at 5 a.m. local time. Snow covered the ground around him, filling his vision with the familiar pure white view. He took a moment to really let it all in, closing his optics as snow slowly piled over the tip of his helm cap. The sensation filled his frame with a sense of longing and a certain calmness took over as he relaxed. Adding winter to the list of things he enjoyed about the planet.
The drive was relatively peaceful, watching the lights of the buildings light up one by one as the sun has barely risen, humans doing their morning chores and getting ready for the day. Soon, more vehicles fill the roads as they all rush to their destinations. It was like watching the world 'wake up’. By the time he reached back to base, Prowl was already awake and refueling with Ratchet.
“ Morning, Prime.” Ratchet greeted him as Prowl muttered his own “ Good morning,”
“ Good morning.” He replies with a smile beneath his mask.
“ How was patrol?” Prowl asked him.
“ Uneventful, thankfully. Snow’s a bit thicker today so you might wanna be careful while driving for your patrol later.” He informed the ninjabot, receiving an acknowledged nod in return. “ Where’s Bumblebee and Bulkhead?”
“ Bulkhead’s helping Fanzone out to get around for the day. Bumblebee’s sleeping in.” Ratchet sipped his warm fuel.
“ Video games.” Prowl deadpanned and the medic snorted. It was a typical habit of the young bot these days, Sari wasn’t exactly helping him curb that habit either. The ninjabot later leaves for his patrol while Bumblebee finally wakes up after sleeping in for several hours, just in time for Bulkhead to return after picking up Sari from Sumdac Tower.
“ Alright, here we are, kid.” Fanzone stepped out of the green truck, Sari already heading to the couch with a new video game to play with Bumblebee.
“ Woah, Speed Rush 3?” The yellow minibot whistled. “ I tried getting this game two days ago but they sold out! How?” He asked the girl with a click of his glossa, a habit he’s always had when he’s curious.
“ I have my ways.” The red haired girl shrugs before plugging it into the console. “ I get first player!”
“ Aw, come on!” Captain Fanzone sighed with exasperation, kids these days are all the same. Bot or not.
“ Do you need a ride back, Captain Fanzone?” Bulkhead offered politely.
“ Later, thanks. I need to talk to your boss first.” He looked around the Autobot base, they did what they could to clean up the place he’ll give them that. Bulkhead takes him to some sort of computer space next to the living space, giant monitors and all.
“ Is something wrong, Captain Fanzone?” Low and behold, the Prime himself crouches in front of him to hear him out. The captain couldn’t help feel a little intimidated by the Prime’s height, the Decepticons were worse, sure but he was still a giant compared to an average human like himself. The fact he never takes off that battle mask just adds to the intimidation. Does he ever take it off?
“ The mayor called, needs your help supervising this company from Norway coming over to Lake Erie for the ice this year.” He ignores the way the Prime seemed to add more focus on him, as if he said some sort of trigger word.
“ The ice?” Bulkhead tilts his head lightly as Optimus’ optics seem to gleam at the mention of it without the green bot noticing.
“ Ice mining, it’s an old trade but an active one. It’s mostly for commercial purposes these days. For like, ice sculptures and stuff like that” He informs them and the Prime gave him a thoughtful, amused hum. “I heard there’s this camping ground in New Hampshire still uses natural ice to keep cabins cool.”
“ Oh?” He could feel the Prime smile, looks like the big bot likes ice. “ Then Bulkhead should be able to head out first. I’ll join you later after I sort out a few things, alright?”