Transformers Prime: Beast Hunters - Give Me A Reason

Prisoner

My recharge was anything but restful. I saw Megatron again, and he hit me again; hard. My jaw still hurt when the slamming of one of my car doors jerked me out of my so-called-recharge. I’d faintly heard Red squeal Miko’s name, and when I checked my mirrors, there sat the large green truck.

Blade: "Miko? Red? Bulk? What's going on now?"

I called, trying to shake off the effects of a failed recharge. Red laughed.

Red: "Mah bad! Miko it's so good tah see ya 'gain! Man, ya've grown! Now ahm almost shorter than ya 't!"

Miko: "Dude, you were born shorter than me. It just happened.”

I saw my old friend peer over at me slightly.

Miko: "Speak up, would ya?"

Blade: "Just . . . go on with your conversation, Miko. I'm fine."

Miko: "Pfft, whatever. Anyways, where have you been Red?"

Red: "Bin busy, but 'th good news is Soundwave 'an ah are in town fer 'th next week or so."

She brushed a lock of her fiery red hair out of her face.

Red: " 'Ow 'ave ya bin do'n? Ah've dropped by 'th base once or twice in 'th past four months and ya 'aven't bin there with 'th othahs ahm sorry 't say."

Miko: "You know me; Slash Monkey concerts, dune bashing. I stay busy."

I saw her grin broadly, only slightly distracted by my presence. I wished she wasn’t at all, and tried to stay silent.

Miko: “By the way, nice watermelon trick."

She gestured to Red's belly.

Miko: "What is this, some kind of psychological experiment?"

Red: "Eh heh . . . well, ahm actually expect'n a baby, a sparkl'n, soon."

She sheepishly admitted.

Bulkhead: "Congrats! Sorry I didn't say it earlier. Curb-side duty."

Red: "Sa'right Bulkhead! No 'arm done!"

Miko just stared, stunned.

Miko: "You . . . what? DUDE!"

I saw her look over at me again, slightly offended.

Miko: "AND YOU DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING?!"

Blade: "Sorry, kiddo, little distracted."

I admitted. It wasn’t a lie.

Red: "It 'appened a few months back!"

She held up her hands in defense.

Red: "Calm down a 'lil Miko! Ah am ovah twenty years old . . . ah ain't fifteen anymore ahm sorry 't say."

Miko: "But that's only because of your 'upgrade' or whatever. If not, we'd still be the same age."

    Miko sighed and Red bit her lip.

Red: "Ah was nevah normal 't begin with, 'member? Ya always were say'n 'ow cool it was 't beh techno-organic. Some thangs came with it. One thang was upgrade'n, transform'n, and give'n meh mah age-boost."

Red smiled.

Red: "Ah may beh twenty 'ere,"

She pointed to herself.

Red:"But ah'll always beh fifteen, wild, crazay, and everythang in 'ere."

She pointed to her spark.