Return of the Primes (2)
The shocked expressions displayed on the face plates of the other Autobots was enough to tell me they weren’t expecting that. However, Optimus’s gaze was steady, as if he knew all along I was a Prime.
Of course, that would have been the only logical reason for the uncontrollable tension between us. Primes generally didn’t get along very well. That is why only one Prime was permitted for each group of soldiers.
But it wasn’t exactly like I had an option here. There was small noise, and I looked down to see the same human as before, speaking in the same language as before. I glanced at Ironhide, hoping for another translation, and he opened his intake, only to close it again as Optimus shot him a glare.
He turned back to me, “If you are to stay here on Earth, you must speak in its native language, and abide by human rules.” I sighed, before searching the local data files, downloading and updating my information system.
With an encouraging nod from Opti