Sitting in his chair, arms folded and tapping his foot repetitively, Hitch listened with udder boredom to another one of Kups war stories. The Dinobots gathered around him like earth children being told a ghost story at a campfire. “...Now the Dust was really thick!”, Kup rammered on, “You needed windshield wipers for your optic sensors.”
Grimlock leaned over to Slag and bellowed, “Me Grimlock loves this part.” The rest of the dinobots shushed him loudly. Hitch tapped his foot hard on the floor.
Kup continued, “Well any way, the dust was really thick. And then this Gigantic Yek Yak, came tromping and stomping down the mountain...
“Isn’t there ANYTHING else we could be doing right now, Like checking the system for bugs or something”, said Hitch interrupting.
Kup pointed his finger at Hitch, “Everything’s fine, besides you could learn somethin’ from my experiences in life kid.
Hitch stood up and went to the door. The door slid open and as Hitch was leaving he said, “I’d rather face a whole armada of Decepticons than listen to another one of your stories Kup.”
Before Kup could say anything to Hitch, the door closed. Grimlock through his hand in to the air and yelled, “Me Grimlock say finish story”
Hitch walked down the corridor, his footsteps echoing through the empty halls. The only ones assigned to this scout ship were Kup, the Dinobots, Four-wheel, and himself, and all he really wanted to do was work one his latest invention. They had been up here around sector 33 for over twelve cycles and there hasn’t even been a blip on the radar. Hitch thought to himself as he walked past Four-wheel’s room, Four-wheel polishing and cleaning his guns, ‘Well at least he’s keeping busy.’ Hitch walked up to his bunk door and with a whoosh, the door opened. He sat down at his desk and grabbed a thin data pad. Hitch pushed a button and the pad lit up and schematics of a device. Hitch sighed loudly and tossed the pad on to the bunk. He leaned back in the massive chair and stared out through the port hole, out into space. “Computer, activate verbal journal”, said Hitch, still looking out the window.
The computer beep and a male voice announced, “Verbal journal activated.”
Hitch began to rock back and forth in the chair, “Begin recording.” The computed beep again as a confirmation. Hitch continued, “Personal log. Another cycle has gone by and we haven’t experienced any threat what so ever. Sometimes I wonder what Rodimus is thinking. I know that we all need to do what we have to, in order to bring Cybertron to it’s old glory, but i could be more help back on Cybertron, or even Earth for all that's worth. After being assigned under Kup, i just feel that i haven't been able to help to my fullest. Why do we have to fight, or go on patrol. Ever since we shipped all those Decepticons to the planet Charr, things have been really quiet.” Hitch paused for a moment to think about the next thing he was going to say. “I don’t want to say it, or even think it for that matter, but what the Decepticons came back and this whole thing started over again. I mean, we barely beat Unicron, and the only reason we got the upper hand on the Decepticons was for the fact that Unicron destroyed almost half of there population. What if we had controlled Cybertron at the time? I don’t know but...”
The door beep, signaling that someone was at the door. “Hey Hitch. It’s Four-wheel... can i come in?”
Hitch sat up quickly and walked over to the door, “computer pause recording.” The computer beeped in recognition. “Come on in.”
The door whooshed open and Four-wheel, with his guns always on him and the human style ammo belt decoratively strapped about his shoulder, swaggered in to the room. “Hey what’s up buddy? I saw you walk by a little while ago and was curious about why?” Four-wheel was the master of bluntness.
“Nothin’ really. Just wish we didn’t have to be here. I have so many projects to work on.” Hitch sat back down in his chair and motioned Four-wheel to sit on the bunk against the far wall.
Four-wheel sat down and picked up the data pad. “I think it might be more than that.” Four-wheel started to click through the schematics on the pad, when he came across a picture file of ___________. Four-wheel tossed the pad at Hitch. Hitch caught it and looked into it deeply with his optics. “I think it’s her, isn’t it?”, Four-wheel getting a sly look on his face.
Hitch began to cycle through the rest of the pictures of the femmebot on the pad. “I haven’t seen her in over nine megacycles, not since before Optimus died,” Hitch placed the pad on the desk next to him, “and everyday i’ve missed her more, and more. I regret leaving Earth and going to help on Moon Base 2.
