Title: Missed Out
Author: Darkfireblade aka Hellsfirescythe
For:
28 Perceptors 'Jealous'
Fandom: Transformers G1
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Perceptor, Spike, Bumblebee
Summary: Being a technologically advanced, trasforming robot from a mechanical planet has its perks. But Perceptor finds himself a bit lacking.
Notes/Warnings: N/A
Unlike Cybertronians, humans and most other organics were covered in tactile sensory organs. Their sense of touch was amazingly sharp, something both useful and detrimental.
One such example of human's tactile performance came just a few days ago as the Autobot warriors were returning to the Ark.
"You guys sure beat some Decepticon keister today!" chuckled Spike. His ever constant companion and at the moment, driver, Bumblebee made a sound in agreement. Perceptor sat quietly in the passenger seat, swiveling his lens barrel to regard the human.
"Feel that spring air, Bee. Man, you all sure picked a perfect day for a victory. What do you say to a nice lounge in the sun after we get back home?"
"Euh...sure thing, Spike." replied Bumblebee, confusion evident in the minibot's voice.
"Hey, what's with the hesitation? You got some other things to do when we get back?"
"No, no. I was just wondering. Your planet's sun is great and all, but...what's so special about laying around outside? We can do the same thing inside the Ark."
Spike shifted in the driver's seat, a curious frown appearing on his visage. "What do you mean? Don't you ever get this warm refreshing feeling outside? The sun casting warm rays on your skin and the wind coasting over your body?"
Bumblebee chuckled nervously. "Well...it warms up my plating."
Later that day, in the repair bay, Perceptor remembered watching curiously as Sparkplug was performing repairs on a stalled Ironhide. The mechanic was nearly half-way within the security officer's chassis when a sharp explicative pierced through the air. Sparkplug tumbled out, nursing his hand tenderly.
Ironhide's concerned drawl echoed through the repair bay and Sparkplug wearily waved it away before crawling back into the old warrior.
Thinking back on this now, Perceptor couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. What different possibilities would be open for him to discover if he had such sensitive somatic abilities? If sight had given him so much information, how much more would touch? Lightly he ran his fingers over the walls of the Ark. It was...hard and smooth. He could feel a bit of a cool sensation if he thought about it.
Spike had once commented how the cold smoothness of the Ark's interior sent shivers running up and down his spine.
Perceptor wasn't quite sure of what the human meant. He sure wished that he could find out.
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