Disclaimer: Never own any of them. Just borrowing for fun. And not for profit too. Only an idea that appeared out of nowhere. Might just be too much Black Lagoon, then seeing some similarities in Revy and Chromia.
Perfect Match
As a young inexperienced warrior, he'd had his fair share of staring down gun barrels held point blank at his faceplates. However, once he'd became a full-fledged warrior, with years of experience, no one had dared to point a gun at his face, ever. For the enemy, they simply never got the chance to do so. He'd blown them to the Pit before they could even lock on their target. Thus, it was more or less some sort of sick joke by Primus, he thought, when he found himself staring down a gun barrel again, as the Prime's Protector. A plasma rifle, humming as it powered up.
"I don't give a frag who you are. I am in charge, you do as I say. Got it?"
A slight nod.
"Good. Now I want you and the Prime to stay put. Don't move your afts unless I say so. Clear?"
"Crystal."
With that, the femme just disappeared above the ruins that currently sheltered the two injured mechs. Even from a distance, he could hear the skirmish just beyond their hiding place. If only his cannons weren't damaged, and his leg wasn't blown off clean. Well, slag; and it hurt like the Pit. At least his right arm and part of his senses are still functional, plus he still have his hand-held rifle- enough to deter any sneak attacks; if they ever got through that femme and her vicious team of fighters, which was highly unlikely.
"Her designation is Chromia, if I have not mistaken. A warrior, like you."
"Just what're you implying at?"
His glare didn't stop the Prime from chuckling, at his expenses.
"Ironhide my friend, I think you've just met your match."
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"It annoyed the Pit outta' me, but once things calmed, I understood that she'd saved all our afts. So the next time, I asked her out to the shooting range for some relaxing time just to say my thanks..."
On one hand, Optimus was definitely amused by his old friend's recounting, on the other hand, he was a bit horrified. The shooting range as a choice venue for a first date? How the frag did it even make sense? Next time, the young Prime reminded himself, he should never ask his Guardian/ long-time-friend for any dating advice. Ever.