Black Cat
2 of 13 -- follows "Crescent Moon"
"I don't think either of you quite understands what this entails."
Jazz regarded their current guest with a slight grin. "What's t' understand?" He asked. "We go out there, kick 'con aft, save the earth, an' go back t' base. All seems pretty straight-forward t' me."
"Well, yes, but…" She huffed, features screwing up in a grimace. Prowl, in a distant part of his processor, mused that that human-like gesture made the whole situation just that much more surreal. "You're so blasé about it! Why aren't you complaining? Kicking up a fuss? Throwing a…a pity party!" She shook her head in frustration.
"We're soldiers." Prowl said sharply, his optics focusing once more on their guest's diminutive form. "And officers, as well. We're well versed in both combat and protecting innocents. Moaning and bewailing our fates would hardly help the situation, and is unprofessional."
"'xactly." Jazz grinned, nudging his partner gently with his free arm. Prowl bore it with a long-suffering expression. "Ain't nothin' confusing about it."
"Conversing with a feline about the entire situation, however, is somewhat bizarre." Prowl admitted, regarding the black cat sitting daintily in Jazz's outstretched hand.
"Well," the cat said, offended dignity somewhat mollified, "at least that's normal."
A/N: You know how in every Magical Girl series, the main character starts whining about how she doesn't have time to go save the world, or how she doesn't want to fight, etc etc?
It may be the acceptable way for Magical Girls to act, but it doesn't mean our mechs have to act like that. Even if it does throw their mascot off. Er. Advisor.
And conversing with an earth cat is totally different than talking to Ravage or Steeljaw. Since earth cats aren't supposed to be sentient.
