Jack sat on one of the human-sized crates near the back of the Autobot base, legs stretched out in front of him, lazily sipping from a can of soda. The echo of computer beeps and humming engines filled the otherwise quiet hangar. It was rare for things to be this calm.

Across the room, Raf hunched over a glowing datapad at Ratchet’s workstation, softly muttering to himself and Bumblebee, who chirped in response every now and then.

Jack let out a relaxed sigh, relishing the peace. Of course, it didn’t last.

“Jack!”

“Miko…” Jack said, not moving his drink from his lips.