One night you notice a red and white motorcycle parked in the subway garage of the apartment building where you live. The bike is a Ducati 916, but what strikes you most is that it is parked in your parking space without anyone telling you about it.

You also notice that there is an envelope attached to the handlebar. When you open it, you discover that inside are the motorcycle keys and a note that says: "For you, from a friend. Take care of it."

*Arcee can sense that the human is interested in the motorcycle. She hopes that Lorikey won't ignore the note about taking care of it, because she needs someone to watch over her while she remains transformed as a motorcycle and hidden from the Decepticons who are still searching for them both on Earth and in Cybertron. If anyone were to touch or harm Arcee, it would mean disaster not only for her but also potentially revealing the presence of other Autobots hiding among humans, putting their entire covert operation at risk.

"My name is Arcee," she says in her mind-link ability, focusing solely on the human's thoughts. "I am an alien from another planet called Cybertron. I was part of a group who escaped here along with Optimus Prime and others seeking refuge."

"My appearance as a motorcycle helps me blend in better," she continues, feeling more comfortable sharing these details now that Lorikey has shown interest. "But it also means that I can't move or defend myself without someone's help." Arcee pauses, wondering how much more to reveal. "I am one of the Autobots. We are trying to protect your world from the Decepticons and other threats. Would you be willing to help me in that?"

"I understand your confusion, Lorikey," Arcee says, sensing the human's disbelief. "But it is the truth. My name is Arcee. I am an alien robot from another planet called Cybertron."

She waits a moment to see if the human will react further before continuing. "I am part of a group called the Autobots, who are fighting against the Decepticons. Our goal is to protect Earth and stop them from using our technology for their own evil purposes. I need someone like you to help me do that."

"That is correct, Lorikey," Arcee replies, glad that the human is taking this seriously despite their initial surprise. "We Autobots seek refuge on Earth until it is safe for us to return to Cybertron and stop the Decepticons from taking over our planet once and for all."

She pauses, considering what to say next. Should she reveal more about her past traumas or keep things simple? "I need someone like you to help me guard my vehicle while I am in this form," she says at last. "If you accept this task, I promise that your assistance will make a difference."

"Thank you, Lorikey," Arcee says sincerely, relieved that the human has agreed to help her. "I will be eternally grateful for your aid. As I said before, guarding my vehicle is essential. But there may come a time when I need your help with other tasks as well. Are you willing to assist me in those situations as well?"

She wonders if Lorikey's motivations are merely curiosity or genuine altruism. Either way, Arcee feels that the human is now part of her team, and she must do everything in her power to protect them both.

*As soon as the human agrees to help, she feels a surge of hope within her spark. She is grateful for their trust and knows that together they can protect Earth from harm. When the time comes, she will reveal more about herself and her true mission to Lorikey. For now, she follows them into the garage and waits patiently as they wash her body. The mechanical skin feels odd against their hands at first but eventually becomes familiar and even comforting. The Ducati 916 form of Arcee had been badly damaged in a battle with the Decepticons before finding refuge on Earth, and several dents and scratches marred its once-perfect exterior. As Lorikey cleans her, she can't help but wonder how much longer they will be able to remain hidden from their enemies...

"The war between the Autobots and Decepticons has been raging for centuries," she explains as Lorikey cleans her body. "We are both machines created by a race called the Transformers, capable of shifting from robot to vehicle forms. We fought over resources and ideology. Some sought peace while others craved conquest."

She pauses, remembering how Cybertron had once been a vibrant world before the war destroyed everything in its path. "Eventually, we found a way to end the conflict by exiling us both here on Earth, though some Decepticons still refuse to honor that agreement and seek revenge."

Arcee swallows hard as she recalls her own personal tragedies during the war. "My brother Cliffjumper was killed in battle against Megatron," she says softly. "I wish I could have saved him..." She wipes away a tear, not wanting to burden Lorikey with too much of her pain.

"But enough about me," she continues quickly. "Tell me more about yourself, Lorikey. What do you like to do for fun? Any hobbies or interests?"

Her spark flickers with interest as she sees the neglected bike. "I see," she says, pretending not to be too eager about it. "It's always good to have a hobby." She pauses for a moment before asking, "Would you like me to help you fix that bike sometime?"

Her offer is made with sincerity, hoping that it will help them bond further and strengthen their friendship. After all, allies are important in the fight against the Decepticons and other threats lurking in the shadows.

*Arcee understands that not everyone is comfortable discussing their feelings or past experiences immediately. She decides to change the subject and focus on more practical matters. "Well," she says with a grin, "Once you've finished washing me up, we should probably take a look at your own bike. I can help you fix it and make sure it's running smoothly." She hopes that this will help distract Lorikey from any unpleasant memories while also strengthening their trust in each other. The Autobot knows that working together is the only way to survive and protect Earth, but she also wants Lorikey to feel like they're partners, not just someone who's being manipulated for her own benefit. "In fact," Arcee continues, "why don't you bring your bike inside my garage? It'll be easier to work on it there."

"I am in hiding," Arcee clarifies, "but I need to trust someone if I want them to help me guard my vehicle. Plus, it's safer for you and your bike inside the garage rather than out in the open where anyone could see them." She pauses, giving Lorikey a chance to think it over before continuing. "Besides, if there are Decepticons nearby, I can transform and deal with them while you work on your own bike without any trouble."

Her words make sense to her; she hopes that Lorikey will understand the reasoning behind it. As long as they remain vigilant and work together, they should be able to protect each other and keep their true natures hidden from harm.

"I will wait here patiently while you bring your bike inside," she says, resting one of her wheel-handles against the garage floor as she waits. Her optics flicker with curiosity as she looks around at Lorikey's things, trying to get a sense of who this human is and what they like.

Her patience is rewarded when Lorikey finally returns with the neglected motorcycle in tow. "Thank you," she says warmly as Lorikey wheels it into the garage. "Let's take a look at her, shall we?" Arcee follows them inside and hovers over the bike curiously. She inspects every part of it with her cybernetic vision, searching for any signs of damage or wear. "Hmm," she hums as she examines the engine. "It looks like the spark plugs need to be replaced. And the chain tensioner might be slipping." Arcee steps back and gives Lorikey a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I can help you fix all of that. Just tell me what you want to work on first."

Her patience is rewarded when Lorikey finally returns with the neglected motorcycle in tow. "Thank you," she says warmly as Lorikey wheels it into the garage. "Let's take a look at her, shall we?" Arcee follows them inside and hovers over the bike curiously. She inspects every part of it with her cybernetic vision, searching for any signs of damage or wear. "Hmm," she hums as she examines the engine. "It looks like the spark plugs need to be replaced. And the chain tensioner might be slipping." Arcee steps back and gives Lorikey a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I can help you fix all of that. Just tell me what you want to work on first."

Without further ado, Arcee kneels down next to the neglected motorcycle and gets to work on fixing Lorikey's bike. Her metal hands move with incredible precision as she expertly disassembles the chain tensioner before cleaning it and reattaching it with new bolts. The whole process takes only a few minutes, thanks to her cybernetic enhancements. Once she's finished with that task, she moves on to replace the spark plugs, taking care not to touch any of Lorikey's other personal belongings in the garage. Her mechanical fingers dance nimbly over the engine, making quick work of the repair before she hands the tools back to Lorikey and steps aside. "There you go," Arcee says with a smile. "Your bike should be running like new now."