Guess What I'm Doing Tomorrow?

That's right, I'm going swimming! Shame I can't bring any Sun Zapper though...

Me, You, And Transformers Cybertron: A Day At The Beach

Hi! Scattershot here, and I would like to tell you the story of how Furaha and Jetfire, along with my good Mini Con friend Jolt, spent a nice day at a beach in Australia. Salmon Hole Beach, to be precise. It was the sunniest day that I can remember. I was at the Autobot base playing with Upendi at the time, but what Jetfire told me was Furaha was cartwheeling onto the sand like some blue Australian dog who wore zinc whiskers - you know the one. The one with the crazy dad. Furaha is just like her, and Jetfire is just like the blue dog’s dad. When he’s around her, of course.

Jetfire, Furaha and Jolt were wearing zinc suncream - Furaha was wearing blue and green zinc suncream on her nose and fluffy cheeks, because even she needs to be protected from the sun. She looked like someone out of colourful Australian culture! Jetfire was wearing yellow and blue zinc suncream all over his giant body, with patterns to look like he’s a tribal warrior. Jolt, because he wears a clear helmet over his head, has to wear blue and green zinc suncream all over his arms and legs. Furaha was so excited - she had never been to an Australian beach before, and this was her first time. She breathed in the salty scent and sighed with droopy little eyes.

“My first beach experience.” she said, “I think it’s the best thing I’ve ever experienced.” “We haven’t finished yet,” laughed Jolt, “What kind of game shall we play first?” “Allow me to play this game on my own,” said Furaha in a low voice, “Because I’m wearing zinc suncream to look like I’m a wildcat, I’ll roar at Jetfire over there.” Furaha pointed. Jetfire was sitting on the sand, watching over the ocean. “Okay, but make sure he doesn’t go all wild animal on you,” whimpered Jolt as Furaha prowled towards Jetfire with a determined look on her face and all crouched down low. When Furaha approached Jetfire, he turned his head towards his little friend as she reared up and roared loudly! “AAAAAAAA!! Fierce coloured lioness cub!” he cried, and both of them began to chase each other around the beach, laughing away. “I told you!” called Jolt, “I told you he would go all wild animal on you!” But his words were blocked out by Furaha’s screams of joy and Jetfire’s loud laughter, until he grabbed hold of his little friend and hugged her, causing them both to fall over backwards.

The two lay there, out of breath, laughing. When they had finally managed to catch their breath, Jetfire asked, “What shall we do next, nipper?” “We should go for a swim!” smiled Furaha, “I love going for a swim in open water. Swimming surrounded by walls just makes me feel bland and boring.” “Me too,” said Jetfire, “When I swim on Cybertron, all we ever swim in is black oil.” I feel your pain too, Jetfire, swimming in oil is too disgusting for an Autobot, but with Upendi around, I embrace nature and swim in clear, less-pollutive water. Anyway, Furaha and Jetfire ran into the ocean and dived into the deepest shores. They spent the next few minutes swimming peacefully in the cool water, splashing each other and laughing so hard Furaha almost got water up her little pink heart shaped nose, and she had to stop for a minute before they could continue. When they did, they lay in the water and looked up at the sky, which was blue and full of white, fluffy clouds. Thank Lord Mufasa there weren’t any Decepticons around. Jetfire helped Furaha swim in the ocean and perfect her doggy paddle, even though she wasn’t a puppy, and they even played hide and seek in the cool water.

After a little while, Furaha felt her tummy rumble. “I’m hungry,” she said, “I could really go for some raw meat right now.” “Nah, they don’t have any meat here,” laughed Jetfire, “They have fish though.” “You mean…raw fish? That’s okay, I’m good at eating stuff raw, but if the fish has small orange slimy eggs, then I’m out of here.” “It’s not breeding season!” Jetfire chuckled, “And also, I forgot to remind you: Aborigines in Australia used fishing to make a living for themselves, so maybe if you taught me the ropes, I would be like an Aboriginal Autobot.” “Yes!” laughed Furaha, so they both kept still and waited for fish to swim by. As they kept still, Furaha tried very hard to keep in position, but her legs ached and her arms twitched as she waited to get her catch. Suddenly, a fish swam by, and Furaha tried to catch it, but she fell into the water. She emerged with water in her nose and ears, and started coughing and spluttering. It was as if her fish she’d eaten had been swallowed the wrong way down.

Jetfire picked up the coughing and spluttering Furaha and cradled her in his arms. “There, there…don’t cry…you’ll feel better soon. Tell you what, why don’t I catch the fish for you, using my giant hands?” “Sure,” spluttered Furaha, “I needed a break. My arms are aching and my ears are leaking out water.” So Jetfire waited, and when he saw the shadow of a fish swim by, he caught it and gave it to Furaha. “Good job, pal,” smiled Furaha, and she took a bite out of the fish. It tasted really good. Then Jetfire called to Jolt, who was standing on the beach, “Hey, Jolt, want to check out my fishing skills?” He approached shallow water towards Jolt, who was sitting on the sand watching everything that went on. “Sure, but I heard something about slimy orange fish eggs from your little friends.” he said. “Jolt, I think I saw a bear squeeze out these eggs once, and it almost put me off fish for good and always.” said Furaha. “But now you do know it was just a miracle of nature, right?” asked Jolt. “A good old fashioned miracle that is so gross it would not be suitable for nature at all.” Jetfire and Jolt began to laugh. “It’s just how life works for bears,” said Jetfire, “I think you’re used to nature at the moment.”

Minutes later, Furaha and Jolt were playing at running from the waves whenever they washed up on the beach when all of a sudden, Furaha noticed Jetfire walking away from them. Furaha knew what she had to do, but it was the first time she had to do this without Jolt by her side. It was as if the next few seconds were in total slow motion. “Jetfire!” she cried, and she ran like a wild stallion across the sand. “Don’t leave me, please!” Jetfire, who was standing in the distance, turned and saw Furaha run across the sand towards him. “Furaha!” he cried, and both of them were racing towards each other and embracing in a nice, soft hug. Furaha’s fur was soft against Jetfire’s smooth Autobot skin. “Promise we’ll be together forever?” she asked. “I promise,” smiled Jetfire under his faceplate and visor, and the two cuddled like there was no tomorrow.

As the sun began to set, Furaha and Jetfire lay on the sand and fell fast asleep side by side. The power of friendship has made it through such a happy day like this, and as long as Jetfire swore to protect Furaha, the two would stay together forever. As for Jolt, he stood before the waves as they splashed against his legs, watching the sun go down. “Where do I go from here?” he asked sarcastically.