[Transformers] The Quartermaster's Guide to Self-Improvement

“I think this is important,” Xianshu said. “In ten cycles, I have to check the storage and quantity of the energon. In twenty cycles, the ground troops’ accompanying supplies need to be handed out promptly, followed by the A-grade rations for senior officers. Before sunset on Earth, I also have to lead the Dreadwing squad to clean up the battlefield at Mine C-57. And handing out the oil-bath supplies in the evening is just as important. I need to make sure every soldier can clean their armor properly, so grime doesn’t build up and affect their mobility.”

“And now…” He propped the metal broom in the cleaning area in the corner. “I’ve been sweeping the enemy base all day. Given the efficiency of the Decepticon rescue teams, I’ll be stuck repeating this meaningless task tomorrow, the day after, maybe even for a whole week. It’s delayed my work to a significant degree. This is important.”

No one listened. Only a lowly native Earthling, who didn’t even look up from his game, called out, “Keep at it, Xianshu!”

“Be, bee, ”

“Hang in there, brother. Want some local Earth gasoline? Half oil sludge, half impurities,” Sideswipe cut in. “What can we do? We can barely get our hands on any energon, so this is all we’ve got. Of course, we support you going on a hunger strike in protest.”

“After all, Big Brother says that the pursuit of freedom is an inherent right of every sentient being,” the Autobot Arcee added with a smile.

“Ha ha ha. (Be, ee.)”

The Decepticon quartermaster tossed aside the mop he had just picked up, then slowly retrieved it under the wary eyes of the Autobots.

“I hate Autobots,” he declared again.

“Do you have any detachable armor that needs cleaning?”

Theme: Until one day, we all stand as one.