Still Blurr pov

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I paced about my habsuite gnawing on my digits.

How could they make my replacement!?

Preceptor obviously had the scamatics for another speedster, why!? How long were they planning to replace me!?

As long as they were planning to make flying autobot-sized bots!?

This caused me great stresses that they were planning to replace me so early in my career.

"Think-Think-ThINK! What-does-that-stupid-screen-saver-have-that-I-don't!?" I shouted quickly to myself

Well speed for one. That was obvious. Well that can't be true, we've never actually raced.

Yeah. Maybe it was just an off day for me! Yeah! That's it! I hadn't ran in so long my stabilizers were just getting warmed up!

Yeah!

Just warming up!

That's it!

Yeah.... that's all it is.

Yeah...

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And at last 2nd pov
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You hummed quietly skating backwards across the floor of the lab. You popped one of the treats you gathered into your intake and savored the sweet taste over your glossa.

There was few times you ate something like this, most likely due to the fact you never really leave the lab. You turned around gracefully and continue to skate about the lab. You brushed passed Preceptor trying to cast a glance over we shoulder to see what she was working on.

"You shouldn't be eating those." Preceptor stated in her monotone voice

You jumped as she suddenly spoke shoving the rest of the sweets into your intake not wanting them to be taken. Her helm turned to you as she adjusted her glasses.

"(Y/n), you know those don't have any proper nutrients to support your specific protoform." She said

"Iwhonwmn." You spoke muffled through the sweets in your intake

She rolled her optics, "You're bored I suppose, can't sit still for longer than 2 kliks."

You huffed slightly and glided to the other side of the table propping your chin up on top of the computer.

"I'm sorry ma'am." You pouted a little, "Being stuck in here for cycles on end is sooo boring!"

"You're acting like a sparkling." She stared in a bland voice

"That's cause she practically is Precy." Wheeljack abruptly said

"She was fully matured and had the mental capability of a common solider when she was forged." Preceptor stated matter-of-factly pulling off her glasses to wipe them and look at the mech

"Ease up a little, generally most "common soldiers" don't undergo thirty-eight modification surgeries in their first week of onlining and didn't see out beyond a single room for another month." Wheeljack stated crossing his arms over his chassis

"I understand why she wants to go out. I mean I would do the same if I didn't know who I'm serving." Wheeljack clicked his glossa behind his face mask

Preceptor lowered her brows unamused, "I don't see why she should feel the initiative to escape the lab unauthorized."

"It's settled then, Ill take her out around Iacon." Wheeljack laugh slapping Preceptor on the backstruts

She jerked, "I did NOT say that!"

"It was implied, plus it'll add to your precious research," he laughs pulling her close by the shoulderplate, "See how she reacts to the hustle and bustle of the big city."

The mech pressed a few digits against her helm in an affectionate knuckle run. He glanced up at you and his optics darted to the door. You couldn't help the grin that pulled on your derma.

You visor snapped into place and you sped out of there. You stopped at the end of the hall and turned around to see Wheeljack booking it out of the lab despite the shouting of the femme in the lab throwing things out after him.

You grinned broadly and skated away.

You were practically buzzing as you waited for Wheeljack. You skated about weaving between bots exiting the elite guard tower.

You got several glaring looks from bots trying to move to and fro but you could careless.... until you bumped into someone.

You stumbled slightly and fell back into your aft rubbing your helm. You looked up at the pale blue bot and you smiled seeing it was the other speedster that kept pace with you earlier this cycle. You jumped up and extended a servo to help him up.

He didn't seem so keen and instead glared at you and got up himself. he jabbed a digit at you.

"Now-you-listen-here-skater-bot! Just-because-you-think-you're-fast-does-not-mean-your-faster-than-an-actual-speedster-such-as-myself!" The bot spoke quickly, though you didn't have a hard time following, "And-I-Blurr-challenge-you-to-a-race-whoever's-the-fastest-wins. What'da say?"

He extended you a servo which you happily took and shook to an extreme amount.

"I would love to race you!" You chirped cheerily

He tugged his servo away, "Meet me at Iacon Arch in less than eighty-seven kliks or accept defeat."

He revved his engine a little and sped out of there causing more bots to angrily glare.

This was gonna be fun!~