Chapter 1.
It was peaceful, serene almost.
Arcee took a deep vent in, glancing over at the humans, who were watching the wreckers play their silly war games. As long as they kept a fair distance away to avoid being hurt, she was happy. She then turned to Ultra Magnus who looked peaceful also, for once. Arcee leaned back on her elbows, the warm sunlight bouncing off of her plating. She would admit it, earth had its perks. She stretched and sat up, the sunlight warming her back plating and winglets. This was nice.
"Magnus! 'Cee! Move!"
The panicked shout from Wheeljack sprung her mind back into action. A lob was hurtling towards both her and her commander. Arcee had always been quick on her pedes, but usually she could see her targets before they hit her.
Ultra Magnus sprung an arm out upon instinct, effectively stopping the lob from hitting the femme. The metal ball collided with his arm, leaving a dent of considerable size. But there was no major injuries. Arcee glanced up at Ultra Magnus, who had his normal sour expression painted on his faceplates.
"Whoo! Sorry about that. Guess my aims a little bit iffy." Wheeljack laughed, jogging over and picking up the metal ball.
Magnus wasn't happy to say the least.
"I think that's enough." He grunted, it was evident the mech was annoyed, angry even.
"What? Aw c'mon Magnus. It was just an accident. I promise we'll be careful." Bulkhead chipped in, most likely trying to lull the conversation down before an argument started.
"I don't care, this 'accident' is all the more reason to stop playing. You do realise your friend here could have sustained major injuries? Did you forget she is not as big as yourself? And it will not just give her a dent?" Ultra Magnus scolded, Bulkhead instantly shrunk down.
"Well, she ain't hurt thanks to you. So what's the problem?" Wheeljack cut in.
"The problem is, what if I wasn't here? If I was over there? What would have happened?" He replied, turning to Wheeljack.
Wheeljack opened his mouth to speak again, but closes it as he had nothing else to say, the commander had him stumped.
When the wreckers retreated, the blue and red mech turned to the azure femme.
"Are you alright?" He sighed.
"Fine, thanks to you Sir." She nodded back.
"We must head back soon, I believe it is almost sundown as the humans call it." He said, turning to look at the sun, which was indeed, setting.
Arcee nodded. She turned a small bit to see Wheeljack and Bulkhead speaking, she caught sight of Wheeljack jutting a digit over his shoulder at Magnus, most likely in a disrespectful way.
This mech chose to rope the wreckers under control, yet they give him so much scrap for it. I get they're all a bit of loose cannons but can't they just give him an ounce of respect? He certainly deserves it. After all he's done.
Arcee dwelled in the thought, she'd have to ask Bulkhead one time, seeing as he's the only wrecker she knows that can keep himself under control.
She noted Magnus was sat rigid with pursed lips, staring at the sunset, it was getting darker.
"Sir, What's bothering you?" She murmured, it was a risky question.
She heard him sigh.
"He chose to disrespect his leader even if it puts his teammate in danger, little or not." He spoke, his optics not leaving the sun, which was slowly fading down, the moon was taking its place, soon.
Arcee quickly noted that the wreckers and humans had left, Wheeljack probably to base and Bulkhead probably driving the kids home.
"Wheeljack's insubordinace paints a clear picture for me. He is too nonchalant about how he could have injured you. Without supervision, he is reckless. Bulkhead is almost the opposite, how they came to be friends bewilders me." The commander said, shaking his helm as he finished his sentence.
"So you're trying to say...Wheeljack's getting under your paint? But in a more fancy way?" Arcee grinned.
"Technically, Yes." Ultra Magnus chuckled. Something he didn't do enough, it was a pleasant sound, he had a fairly deep voice but it sounded light hearted.
"Wheeljack's always been a reckless, insubordinate greaseball. Nothing is going to change that. But I think your personalities clash. Wheeljack thinks you're a tight aft and you think he's a loose cannon. If I'm not wrong, both of you hate each other. So why don't you try letting him see his own mistakes?" Arcee reasoned, she had always been pretty good at pep talks.
"That sounds reasonable. But what if it won't work?" The commander said back, raising an optic ridge.
"If anything gets out if hand, then you put a stop to it." She explained.
They were both silent for a short while, the stars were out so they admired them. Personally, Arcee always liked how they twinkled so innocently.
The azure femme glanced at the large mech. Catching sight of the big dent on his arm.
"You should let Ratchet look at that. I'm no medic but I have basic training and that dent could back up your fuel lines." Arcee mumbled.
"Thank you for your concern, but I believe I will survive." He side smiled at her.
She smiled back.
"Ayo. 'Cee. Sorry about the lob, now why don't you come back 'ere and I can make it up to ya?" Wheeljack's voice rang out through her comm link.
Arcee groaned in disgust and cut off her comm link. Mechs.
"Wheeljack, please refrain from any advances on Arcee, sexual or not. Or else I will personally give her permission to kick your aft." Ultra Magnus said, putting a digit to his comm link.
"Tch, I'd gladly let her kick my aft any day." Wheeljack replied before being cut off by Ultra Magnus this time.
"Anyway, we'd better head back." Arcee said, jutting a digit at the sky, which was now pitch black.
"Agreed." Her commander said, transforming.
Wow. Just Wow.
Was all Arcee could think. Do you know how hard it is to fight with earths scrappy weather conditions?
Wheeljack, herself and Ultra Magnus had taken up the evening patrol. Oh but guess who happened to stumble upon them? Knockout, Breakdown and Soundwave.
Not the most common three to be seen together. But that really wasn't the Autobots current dilemma right now.
Soundwave was an extremely skilled fighter, he chose his opponent to be Ultra Magnus. Wheeljack originally went for Breakdown but earths weather conditions thought otherwise.
It was raining heavily, like really heavily. It didn't help that they were in humid conditions. So it was also muddy. A newly formed mud trail caused Arcee to slip down into a mud pit, and Breakdown being the big goon that he is, slipped right after her.
Soundwave blocked every single one of Magnus' moves. Waiting for the mech to tire himself out before he finally struck, but Ultra Magnus wasnt stupid, so that would take a while.
Knockout had his energon prod out, it kept clashing with Wheeljack's swords. Both mechs weren't actually damaging each other, just their weapons.
Breakdown and Arcee were slipping while they tried to clash with each other. Arcee trying to swing at him with her blades while he just stumbled whilst swinging his hammer about wildly.
Arcee misjudged one of her steps and down she went, into the mud. Breakdown saw his chance. Leaning down as far as he could without slipping, he plucked up the femme like a pretty rock that he had just found.
Arcee thrashed in his grip.
"Get off of me, scrapheap." She hissed. Sawing her blades at his servos, she cut fuel lines, making him drop her.
"Ah scrap." Breakdown hissed, that fragging hurt!
Arcee kicked and punched while he was distracted, by the time she was done, Knockout was running with his tailpipe in between his legs and Soundwave was nowhere to be seen. With Breakdown an unconscious mess on the floor, she retreated with her team.
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