Survivor

Thundercracker’s domain was neat and tidy and, compared to his brother’s, a five star suite. Walking up to the main computer, Slipstream typed in a few passwords and opened the search engine. “What shall we look for?”

Miller flitted his gaze over the area. Neat but then again, he didn't expect anything less of Thundercracker's place. Focusing his attention forward, he followed after Slipstream. "Umm...I don't know. What did you want to know first?" He asked coming to stand beside her. She gave a light shrug; “What do humans call their interface equipment?”

"Aheh...well...females call theirs a...they have a vagina and ovaries....and males have testicles and penis."

Such weird terms, she thought.
“Alright. Here we go.” She typed in ‘penis’ and clicked search, and the results were horrifying. Miller averted his gaze from the monitor. This was so...awkward. A moment of silence whipped through the room as Slipstream tried to wrap her mind around the fuglyness of the appendage. “How does it work? Wait. Don’t tell me.” She went into a fit of giggles and typed in ‘human mating rituals’. The results this time had the femme’s face contort into a look of ‘oh my god they’re gonna kill themselves.’

Miller looked back briefly. If it wasn't for Slipstream's face he would have been mortified. Instead, he choked back laughter. He then explained how coitus was performed…

She glared at him; “That is so disgusting!” She huffed and was about to type in ‘birthing process’ when footsteps sounded down the hall. Miller held up his hands with his eyes semi wide. "You're the one that wanted to know." He said in his defense. "I'm sure your...interfacing isn't much prettier."

“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t know, my—”

“Her uncle wouldn’t tell her about such things by the decree of her father.”

Slipstream’s optics grew wide and she quickly searched through the keyboard, trying to exit out of what the humans called ‘porn.’ But it was too late. Thundercracker had already spotted the evidence.

Miller shrugged lightly. He kept his eyes away from the screen all too aware of how quickly this 'lesson' was going to turn downhill. Just how much, he had no idea of...until Thundercracker walked in. "Ffffuck." The human turned transformer cursed placing a hand over his eyes.

“So… This is Miller’s new body, hm?” the blue jet inquired, walking up to the other mech. “Interesting. If you don’t mind… I’d like to speak with you privately.” He then glanced to Slipstream, who was now cowering behind the computer console; “I will have a talk with you later.”

Miller had a bad feeling forming in his gut....area. He lowered his hand reluctantly. He looked between Slipstream and Thundercracker. "Right." Was about all he could say to the older mech's words.

Thundercracker nodded and motioned to a small room. Miller followed behind him, sparing Slipstream a glance as he walked into the room.
Once inside, he closed the door and made sure it was locked before proceeding; “How are you, Miller Jacobs? Getting used to your new life?”

"Uh...I'm doing surprisingly well. Yes I am." He nodded at the other's questions.

“Excellent. I understand you and Slipstream are close?”

"Hm? Yes...we are. Why?" He paused. "If its about out there...it wasn't...she was curious about human...I think she calls it interfacing...I was supposed to get her some books but I can't now and...." He trailed off sure that Thundercracker didn't care to hear it.

“She is coming of age, yes; such things are to be expected. This may seem forward, but… how close are you?”

He shrugged his shoulders. "We're...friends."

Thundercracker’s expression softened; “Good… I am not ready to be a great-uncle.” He sat in a nearby chair and glanced to the one across the table. “You are free to sit, if you wish.”

His eyes widened slightly. "Great...y-you mean...ooooh..uh...wow." He felt his face heat up. Miller hadn't so much as saw Slipstream in that light. Making his way to the chair he took a seat so as not to be rude.

The seeker eyed the other male from afar. “You’re a lucky one, Miller Jacobs. If Slipstream wasn’t such a ‘daddy’s girl’—as the humans say—you would’ve been dismembered a long time ago.” Miller chuckled softly. Whether it was from discomfort of his own amusement, he wasn't sure. "I’m well aware of that." He said with a soft smile. "I think I've let her know how grateful I am most days."

Thundercracker finally smiled.
“I’m not entirely sure of what all she has told you… Enlighten me?”

"She's taught me how to scan a vehicle...I can transform and fly. And the blue stuff, she's shown me that too."

“…you still have much to learn, but you seem to have the basics. What about recharging? Weapons?”

His brows raised. "I need to recharge?" He looked own at himself then up again. "Do I already have weapons on me? or...do they come later?”

The blue jet stood from the table and walked over to Miller, patting the null rays on his arms. “These… and these.” He then motioned to the missile launchers mounted on his shoulders. Miller looked to each location. "OOoh...so that's what those are." He murmured. "I'll be taught how to fire these I take it?"

“Eventually…I’m not so sure of a novice using such advance weaponry.”

Miller couldn't argue there. Though they didn't look like much, he wasn't going to doubt the dangers his built in weaponry posed. "I'll have to learn eventually though..." He said lightly. "Do...hatchlings come out already knowing how to work these?" He asked as he looked to Thundercracker once more.

The blue jet shook his head and walked to the table’s edge.
“They don’t know… Instinct. If they feel threatened, they will attack using any means possible. You seem interested in our species’ young…”

"Well...yeah I am. I'm kind of like a big....hatchling once it all boils down aren't I?"

Thundercracker eyed the other mech warily; “I suppose… Tell me, why did you become a government agent?”

Miller nodded. He was ready to allow silence settle between them but found himself being questioned about his choice in occupation. "My dad was a government agent. He'd come home with all sorts of stories...I wanted to be just like him so...I worked my ass off to get there."

“And look where it got you… You never expected this, hm?”

He gave a short chuckle and shook his head. "No I didn't. Nor did I expect to make it this far."

The seeker nodded; “And what sort of stories did your sire come home with?”

Miller shrugged. "He talked about talking cars and trucks. I can't remember all of the stories exactly."

“Did he bring home pictures? Files? Anything?”

"Mmmm I'm not sure....why?"

Thundercracker averted his gaze for a moment before walking to the door.
“Curious…” he murmured. “Well, you best go find Slipstream. I’m sure she’s worried.” He opened the door and stepped out.

His curiosity peaked slightly watching the older mech averted his gaze. Miller tilted his head slightly but didn't press. He nodded and stood at the mention of Slipstream. "Alright." He stepped out of the room after Thundercracker. Once outside, he sought out Slipstream.