Woo, ok, so Easter break happened, and I spam wrote two chapters in just shy of two weeks, and clean forgot to edit and post this one when I finished the first one... oh well. Hope you all enjoy this latest chapter!
California
"Ahhh~ The wayward scout finally shows himself." Starscream snarled as Barricade rolled into the destitute hangar the Seeker was propped up in, Devastator and Bonecrusher were already there, their frames completely undamaged unlike their current leader.
Said Seeker was sporting a gruesome wound down the full length of his side, half of his wing seemed to be missing but in the dark of the hangar it was difficult to tell.
Transforming up into his bipedal mode Barricade scowled. "Considering your order to break off and chase down the Autobot scout, I'd have thought you'd of realised by now that the separation was not fully of my own doing." Though already he was wishing he could just get back out to scouting, Primus knew he had quite the list of reasons to detest Starscream.
"Hmm… and seeing you don't return with at least one severed frame part… he got away. How disappointing for you."
Barricade huffed. "Says the mech who got his aft handed to him by a femme with kinetic flight."
Starscream scowled. "And how prey tell would you know what attacked me and slew Blackout was a femme?"
Barricade shrugged. "Besides our obvious team up. You screaming over the com-links and I quote 'DAMN YOU YOU BLASTED FEMME! STOP FLAPPING AROUND AND DIE!' Was a pretty good giveaway you were getting your aft handed to you. Really Starscream? For the great Wing Lord of Vos, you sure lost that aerial fight."
He knew that in any other state Starscream would of tried to slag him for saying that, but with, what he now recognised as Scalpel fiddling around still pulling parts of the seeker back together, the seeker couldn't even get up let alone try and offline him.
He was just glad that Frenzy's own hatred for Starscream had gotten the minicon to agree to not bring up the whole double agent deal he now had going, it wasn't with an Autobot, but he doubted that that fact would appease any of the mechs around him now.
All three of them.
He made a bit of a show of looking around. "So… where's the avian freak?"
Starscream growled. "'Eating' The fragger had the gaul to come back here and accuse me of not being able to fend off the 'Irish whore', as he so eloquently put it, the pile of slag took right back off and he hasn't been spotted by either Bonecrusher or Devastator since, grounders… the whole lot of you aren't worth the good one of my seekers could do."
He wasn't deaf, that was Devastators weapons systems coming online.
Starscream apparently wasn't deaf either, the threat causing him to almost instantly try and take back his previous statement.
He for one, had no care for listening to the mech grovel, ever since Megatron had gone chasing after the Allspark Starscream had rarely done anything but try and glorify himself.
And to be perfectly honest, even watching the cons he managed to tick off enough knock some dents into the seeker was getting boring.
All the more reason to take that offer from the Avian femmes.
He wondered what Soundwave would think of Starscreams grand standing… after the TIC vanished off the battlefields of Helex the Decepticons certainly lost some of their tactical edge.
Megatron was more often than not blinded by rage and lust for spilled energon to really care much for coherent strategy.
And Starscream was no Soundwave.
Speaking of the missing TIC, Frenzy had been, for lack of a better word, quiet, which for Frenzy, was rather unusual. He'd been looking after the minicon long enough to realise the minicon had become lost in something.
The last leg of their journey to meet up with Starscream had been notably silent, only broken with his odd attempts to strike up conversation, that was promptly abandoned once he realised the minicon wasn't even aware he was speaking.
It wasn't the first time this had happened, the minicon was so small his processor sometimes struggled to keep up with certain things, causing him to redirect power to better process the data, leaving the minicon to be externally inert.
Just like his sire Soundwave in a way.
All of that suggested that the minicon was running something demanding, what that was exactly he had no clue, and he wouldn't until Frenzy came back to the present, and even then the minicon might just not answer.
That was fine with him, as long as the minicon was back to his senses by the time he needed him to do something, he had no qualms.
Said Minicon was currently standing just by his left pede, staring off into nothing.
Unlike Frenzy he wasn't blind to the growing tension in the hangar, so, without any complaint from Frenzy, picked the minicon back up and transformed back into his vehicle mode.
If Fernando wasn't there to keep an optic on, and hadn't been seen for some time, he had little chance of finding the Avian mech.
He was just a ground pounder after all wasn't he?
So, he opted to scout out the area, Primus knew Devastator and Bonecrusher hadn't bothered to case the area, either they had been smart enough to know a tank and military people mover would draw attention to the area, or they were too lazy to even consider doing something so beneath them as scouting.
Starscream had certainly been in no condition to do a fly around to check the area.
Scalpel was still a long way off putting all of the Seekers internals back into the right places.
It would seem that he had made the right call in allying himself with the Avian femmes.
He certainly prefered to have his internal systems remain internal.
He looked forwards to when Starscream discovered he'd lost to the smallest of the Avian femmes.
That expression would be worth it's pixels in energon.
He was back in California now, it felt like a strange round trip.
Something told him he had better familiarise himself with the area.
He was doing just that for a good three hours before Frenzy suddenly lurched forwards in his back seat with a static laden shout.
Barricade, having not expected such a sudden noise or motion, jolted on his trajectory, and ended up veering down a road he hadn't planned to go down.
After a few moments to get his spark to calm down he growled over the internal radio. "What the slag was that about?!"
Frenzy was shaking, not the virus laden rattle as before, but a Primus below happy shake.
"Sire… I feel sire… He's online."
Well… that was a development. "How far off is he?"
Frenzy's expression darkened and he seemed to pout. "ETA, six orns… he's on his way from the Omega 49 quadrant."
That was, way out in the middle of nowhere.
What the slag had the mech been doing to wind up in a dying galaxy?
He knew for a fact he'd have a good few questions to force answers out of the TIC when the mech finally showed himself, mechs don't just vanish off the battlefield and then reappear deca-vorns later in a dying Galaxy so far away his bond with his symbiotes can't even feel him.
Now it was just a matter of waiting for the mech to show himself.
He knew Soundwave would come for Frenzy now.
Hopefully he hadn't gotten himself slagged by then.
The Gilded Falcon somewhere in the Atlantic
Optimus found himself wandering the halls of the ship, seeking out the passing company of any he came across.
The morning sun was just breaking, and he had been up since long before.
Rest had been elusive the night before, his processor active in that middle ground that frustrated him so.
Too alert slip away, but just tired enough to desire the elusive rest.
Now, with the night wasted by churning thoughts, he wandered, hoping to stumble upon another early riser.
The Harpies were all still strewn across the main deck, though it was impossible to tell if they were still in recharge, or just had all their focus on their holoforms.
He did not wish to earn their ire by waking them prematurely.
Even now small arcs of electricity jumped across the pile they'd formed after they had landed.
An odd uncomfortable looking pile, but a pile nonetheless.
That was when he caught the scent of something wafting on the air.
Curious he followed the scent trail.
He found himself looking into what seemed to be the ships kitchen.
The massive room was filled with cooking appliances he had little understanding of the function of.
But standing before one of the ovens was Aria's holoform, her attention solely on the pan before her as she gave it another flip.
A circular piece of food flipped into the air and landed back in the pan.
Hoping not to startle the holoform, he knocked his holoforms hand against the door.
A knife was embedded in the door frame not a few inches from his shoulder a moment later.
They locked gazes then, Aria seemed to of reacted faster than even she had realised, having thrown the knife that had previously been sitting innocently next to her on the counter top.
Hoping to break the sudden tension caused by Aria nearly sending a knife through his holoform, Optimus cleared his throat and reached up to pull the knife from the wall, feeling a bite of concern in his spark when he realised just how deep the blade had embedded itself.
More than enough to end a humans life.
Turning back to face the white themed twin he offered the knife out. "You… threw this."
Aria nodded, taking a few moments to calm herself, before turning off the flames of the cooker she was standing next to and walking over to him and accepting the knife back. "Right, sorry, didn't hear you coming." She admitted.
Going on a hunch, he reached forwards, and before the twin could flinch away, pulled her hair away from her damaged ear.
The cartilage had been torn to ribbons, the shell of the ear a tattered mess.
He could understand why she would wish to hide such a-
A slap across the face had his head jerking to the side.
Aria stepped back from him, a low hiss coming from her in warning before she seemed to realise herself and straightened, hand clasped over her shot ear. "Evidently, personal space is not something you Cybertronians are well versed in." She snapped.
The bite in her voice made him step back as he tried to apologise. "I am sorry Mrs Orichi-"
"Aria, you refer to me as Aria, my lady doesn't suit you, and Mrs Orichino was our mother, and may that woman continue to rot where we buried her." She snapped, cutting his attempted apology off before turning back to the oven and pushing maybe a bit too hard whilst twisting a dial to re-ignite the hob.
He held his silence for a few more moments before trying to speak again. "I am sorry for my action, I was concerned that you had suffered hearing damage and had not yet been to Ratchet about it."
Aria didn't show any sign of listening to him, but he could tell she was tense now, her actions more aggressive as she flipped the thing in the pan again.
Finally the food item was slipped onto a plate folded a few times, a few sliced strawberries from a bowl placed on top, and she was walking back out of the kitchen.
He of course, followed.
He found she led him all the way to the back of the ship, where there was a small balcony, already set up with a table and four chairs.
Aria sat at the one furthest from the door, and after an expectant look, he sat at the one opposite.
For a while they sat in silence, the knife and fork that Aria had brought with her cutting up the food a piece at a time.
Outside of the quiet clinks of the metal against crockery, the churning of waves, and the odd distant cry of sea birds, there was silence.
With a final clatter the cutlery was laid aside and Aria leaned back.
The silence persisted, her gaze focused on the disappearing horizon.
"... I don't know what to talk about with you."
After a few moments of thought he spoke. "Mrs Oxton mentioned that your home reality is… unlike this one… could you elaborate further how?"
There was another long moment where Aria seemed to ponder over his request before letting off a sigh and turning to face him fully. "A better question would be what's the same? We still breathe Oxygen… our hearts pump blood, brain does what it does… geography is mostly the same, sans… Hawaii, Australia… and chunk of the Amazons missing here… this world's gonna get pretty hot over the next few decades… serves them right for sticking with coal and oil after renewables became efficient…" She trailed off at his perplexed expression. "Comparing the similarities and differences of parallel realities is more Wren's thing…"
There was a dejection in her tone that he couldn't miss.
Frowning for a moment he tried to think of a way to recover the quickly dying conversation. "What was that you were… eating?"
"Crepe… one of the few things that's fully programmed for this holoform… but even then there's only so many flavours that have been programed with this dish… honey… strawberries… sugar…" Her expression only seemed to worsen as she finished the short list. "... I miss cooking… the smells… the taste tests… feeling Wren try and understand how I pulled off certain dishes… she can't cook to save our life… once nearly killed a man by accident!" She was rambling now, twiddling the fork in her left hand with her attention so focused on it it was as if it would reveal the secrets of the universe if she spun it fast enough.
He had a feeling that Aria wasn't actually up for talking, so let her attention drift.
Perhaps just enjoying a moment of silence in somewhat pleasant company would be preferable to trying to make small talk.
Yes, he could manage that.
Back on the main deck, Ira was finally rousing, half buried under the twins larger frame she let off a noise of complaint realising she was effectively pinned.
Apparently a certain medic was also aware of this considering his holoform was standing directly in front of her visor, so close he probably could of crouched and peaked at her optics.
Her visor was already cracked, it just needed on more good knock to break the thing.
"Wha' yah wan'?" She growled out, she was never in a good mood after waking up, sleep was a blessed escape from a reality she'd rather not give a flying fuck about, but she did, because Kia, the twins and Keeley were in it.
Ratchet seemed to notice her foul mood and sighed. "I was hoping to obtain a better grasp of you frames anatomy today… if I am to be your medic from now on I need to know how you function, unless you want me to accidentally cause you even more damage by performing on you whilst un-informed?"
Loathe was she to admit it but he had a point.
Rolling her optics she sighed. "Fine, but wait fah Kia tah wake up, she'll sit still for yah."
Like hell she was letting anyone turn her into a lab rat again.
She didn't need any more reminders of that time before she was a Harpy in the Triage.
Ratchet pursed his lips but nodded and moved to step back away from the pile. "Hey, where d'yah thin' yah goin'? Ah'm pinned here and yah loo' like yah heads abou' tah burs'... humour ah Harpy an le' meh hear i'." She knew for a fact she'd go just a bit more mad if she was left to her own thoughts whilst Arien had their ass pinning her to the deck.
Ratchet rolled his eyes and sat down cross legged on the deck.
Arien rumbled on top of her, helm shifting the bang against the side of her own helm.
Apparently at least one was up enough to want her to keep it down.
Probably Aria, they alternated between who slept like a log, she was fairly certain it was Wren's turn to sleep like the dead.
This time her optic roll was in good humour, the twins were always warm, like a giant somewhat too heavy blanket, so she was fine with being quiet if it meant at least one of the twins kept sleeping.
Ratchet seemed to be pondering something before he apparently decided on something. "Jazz has become 'sexually' intimate with Mrs Madsen."
A very pig like snort came from the twins, Aria was definitely up, probably got her holoform somewhere on the ship, Wren would also never allow them to make such a noise, to much dignity in her to even consider it, Aria had no such withholdings.
Ira nodded and pursed her lipplates. "An' yah poin'?"
Ratchet seemed to note her lack of surprise."She's concerned about if Jazz will be able to get her carrying."
She stared at him for a moment, just letting that all sink in before smiling. "Yeahhhh noooo. Ah'm good, bu' no' tha' fuckin' good. Tell her she ain' go' nothin' tah worry abou', unless she's related tah tha Virgin Mary tha' is… look i' up ah ain' go' tah fucks tah give abou' Christianity."
For his suddenly vacant expression he was doing just that.
After a few moments he began to mutter about 'impossibilities' and 'mass hallucination'
Aria snorted again.
They were both having a bit of fun now. "Human religion is fuckin' weird, don' bus' yah head ova it."
Ratchet seemed to just accept that as fact and move on.
"Another question then, what do you plan to do with Megatrons helm?"
She drew blank for a few moments before scowling. "Ah'm sorry… his what?"
Ratchet gestured to her living blanket. "They decapitated his frozen frame and then melted the rest of him down."
It dawned on her then. "So that's why you two wanted meh tah whip up three tones of mah Chlorine Trifluoride recipe!"
Aria hummed under her breath, talking didn't work too well when only half of the face was awake.
She laughed at that. "But le' meh guess… Kia called dibs on his helm as a trophy?"
Another hum of confirmation.
Ira turned back to Ratchet then. "Probably gonna have i' mounte' on tha wall a' Kia's place in Barcelona."
Ratchet seemed to be somewhat put off at that idea.
Oh well, that was on him, Kia had taken far more grisly trophies before.
Some of which had even raised her eyebrows.
But that was something for another time, like hell were they gonna wake Kia up earlier than she wanted to, her sleep schedule was so whack it wasn't unusual for her to stay up three days and nights straight.
Dealing with Nibbler was bad enough, two cranky Bateleurs was not something any of them enjoyed having to deal with.
Ratchet frowned. "So you have no ill intentions with his helm?"
Ira snorted herself. "Does turnin' his face inta ah dartboard coun'?"
Apparently he had to look up what a dartboard was.
The medic seemed to sigh in resignation before moving to his next question. "When you are all awake, am I permitted to perform an internal scan so that I can better understand your anatomy? Understand the scan is rather… invasive, but it's necessary if I'm to know if there's anything distinctly different that I need to be aware of."
That didn't sound fun. "Yah mean yah have tah examine all ah us?"
Ratchet nodded.
She was going to refuse when a low noise came from the twins and Aria knocked their helm against her own.
Right, this was Ratchet, he was worried for his ability to perform if they ended up hurt.
It was a scan… not a scalpel he was going to use.
She could somewhat live with that, somewhat.
Hopefully the twins would be alright, she could feel how tense Aria's side had become.
She didn't have the whole story, but she'd once caught a rumour saying they once killed a whole team of doctors with their bare hands at age ten, and rumours like that weren't something that came out of nowhere, though it was probably also highly exaggerated by years of whispered word of mouth.
Though they'd certainly been very hostile towards anyone wearing a red cross for all the time she'd known the twins.
Ratchet had so far been an exception to that rule, but that could easily change.
Wren wasn't up, maybe she was the one with the vendetta.
Discussing anything medical had never really been an issue.
Sans when the twins got their pede mangled that is.
But that was a whole different issue.
Sighing she nodded her helm. "Eitha we say yes, or we risk endin' up dea'... so… yes… bu' if somethin' don' feel righ' we're callin' it off, go' it?"
Ratchet nodded, agreeing to the terms she laid out.
He was actually a pretty agreeable mech when he wasn't mad.
Good to know.
Maybe she shouldn't of thrown that tire at him when they first met?
Nah, that had been too much fun, she wasn't going to regret that.
Now they just had to wait for Kia and Wren to wake up.
Considering the dead weight that was the right side of her blanket, and the truly impressive snore that Kia just let off, that wasn't going to happen any time soon.
Sure enough it was another four hours before Wren finally roused.
Ira had long since activated her own holoform, opting to prop it against herself and use the tablet she had stored away in her subspace to keep working on a few of the holoforms programs still incomplete sections.
Holoforms, she'd long since realised, where a pain in the ass to program when you were having to take into accomodation they needed to run in an alien software language for their frames to actually generate them.
She thanked her luck that Wren had spent the three months after her injury decoding the Cybertronian dialect that ran in their own systems.
Without that she'd still be staring at the symbols with no clue in hell what each one meant.
Ratchet, who had stuck around but remained mostly quiet, had moved over some time earlier to sit next to her holoform.
At first she'd gone to hide her work, only to find her surprised when he asked how she'd learned 'Iaconian Standard' She just pointed at the twins and said honestly that Wren loved cracking codes in her free time and had taken the Cybertronian they had running in their own systems as a good challenge.
Ratchet seemed to regard the twins with a new sense of cautious respect.
Good, cautious respect was the right thing to have when it came to the twins.
Wren's rousing was a subtle thing, something that those who hadn't ended up sharing a bed more than a few times wouldn't know how to pick up on.
But with the twins plastered over her back, she definitely felt it when Wren's side of the body started coming fully online, the thrumming dual beats against her back fully synchronised and their venting evened out as they started to twitch and shift minutely.
Wren had become very careful when it came to waking up, the damage to her pede keeping her from doing any full stretches when she first woke up as the twins were want to do.
Rolling her head back she watched as the twins Helm finally lifted up on their long neck, jaws opening wide to let off a yawn, revealing the serrated beak inside before rolling said jaw from side to side to try and loosen the joints there. "Mornin' Wren."
The twins just hummed, Wren was always slow to rise, and clearly by the way she pressed down into her back and dropped their helm down against her spiked shoulder plating, said twin was not quite ready to get up.
Not that they really could on their own from this position, when Kia woke up she'd have to help the twins get up so that the twins were no longer pinning her.
She noticed that Ratchet was about to get up, probably to scold the twins for taking that flight in the storm with her and Kia.
Thinking fast she reached up and grabbed his sleeve, yanking him back down onto the decking. "Leave 'um, yah can tell 'um off later when they're both awa'e enough tah actually undastand wha' yah sayin'."
He seemed to ponder her suggestion for a moment before nodding.
Eventually Wren was awake enough to actually generate a holoform, and Aria re-appeared from somewhere in the ship then.
Followed by Ironhide's holoform.
She was expecting tension, the weapons specialist hadn't hid his distrust.
There was no such tension, only a begrudging respect in the weapons specialists gaze as he followed behind the twin.
All became clear when she realised what both were wearing.
Boxing gear, a set of gloves were tied and thrown over the white twins shoulder.
And Ironhide was rubbing at his holoforms jaw…
She almost laughed, almost, the look of victory in the white twins gaze was tell enough.
Ironhide had challenged Aria to a spar, and she'd gotten him in the jaw at least once.
Wren's holoform was, compared to her twin, the definition of a paradox, both well rested and stricken with post waking exhaustion.
Aria raised an eyebrow at Wren before turning to go shoulder to shoulder with her twin and letting Wren drop head onto the others shoulder. "About time you finally woke up."
"Mmhmhm… you were really… energised… wanted to know why…"
"Ironhide wanted to test out the boxing ring, got the idea in his head that he'd be able to box better than me."
Ironhide walked over to her and Ratchet, muttering under his breath. "Damn femme has one fierce left hook."
Ira snorted, lady like be damned. "Duh, yah thin' it's easy gettin' tah a cruisin' altitude of 15,000 feet with jazz hands alone?" Ironhide gave her a confused look.
She just rolled her eyes and looked back to the twins, seeing that they'd merged their holoform back into one, Wren's side was drooping a bit, still flickering in and out, but Aria seemed to be set on keeping her up now, their combined gaze already on the horizon.
She would never say it aloud, but she envied them, their ability to just… talk, without anyone ever being able to eavesdrop.
They never told her and Kia what it was like, to be able to have a conversation within their shared skull, she had a feeling those cartoon personifications didn't match.
Her and Kia would never have what the twins had, it was an impossible thing to aspire for, and not something she was sure she even wanted.
The twins had suffered for what they were, they never really talked about it… but she'd seen the incision scars when she was first programming the holoforms 'accurate frame representation' feature, which she'd done before she'd programmed the hair.
Speaking of hair, now she wasn't one to diss anyone's style, but the checkerboard thing was always gonna be a bit jarring for her.
But that had been the Twins style since before she had met them, so who was she to judge, it was a passive aggressive rebellion that was also a visual show of their dual identity.
She didn't actually know what their original hair colour even was come to think of it, never once, even when human, had she seen their roots as anything but black and white.
Her musings where cut off when a certain Weapons specialist dropped down on the other side of Ratchet, apparently joining the 'lean against the Red Kite' party she and Ratchet were having.
He was still rubbing his jaw.
"Yah can turn off tha pain receptors yah know?"
Ironhide jerked a moment before grumbling something before going blank for a a few moments.
Apparently he'd found what she had meant in the programs menu function and had finally disabled the feeling of pain.
Be funny when he found out it automatically turned back on once the program was booted up again.
Something told her he'd try to hide the pain in his jaw next time though, she wasn't the best at reading passive features.
No actually that was a lie she was telling herself… she used to be very, very good at reading passive features.
It's how she was even still alive right now.
But that was something she didn't want to think about right now she decided, and put her attention back down to working on the holoforms.
Maybe she should focus on the taste receptors…
She glanced over to the twins again, it would definitely make Aria happy…
Yes it was tedious and repetitive, but sometimes you had to do that for the people you cared for.
It was three more hours before Kia woke.
By then most of the non-crew had migrated to the main deck, though kept close to the doors leading inside, both out of weariness and the fact that the combined pile up that was the Harpies took up most of said deck.
Mikaela kept close to her father and Bumblebee, Maggie and Jazz stood together, Maggie seemed to be stuck with a small blush and kept glancing down at where Jazz's hand was wrapped around hers, probably marveling at the pulse she could feel run through it.
Ira normally wasn't one to try and sprain herself patting herself on the back, but these holoforms… they felt like a crowning achievement, something that truly challenged her.
She hadn't felt this thrill since…
Her good mood died almost instantly, biting into her upper lip to stop the noise of distress she knew at the least the twins would pick up on.
It was scary how attune they were to her smallest gestures.
It was because they cared.
Though if asked they'd phrase it differently. They'd invested too much in her, both physically and emotionally, to not care and worry for her tenuous well being.
Kia was more blunt, she said what she said, damn the consequences.
Which was fine in it's own situations, but it didn't give the Bateleur much room to be tender and understanding like the twins could be when no one was watching.
Her musings were cut off by a truly impressive string of spanish curses from the Bateleur as she shook her helm from side to side, protrusions bouncing as she tried to stretch out.
She let her holoform lock so that she could lift her helm up and smirk at Kia. "A couple kinks in tha works?"
"Oh shut up."
"Shuttin' up." She chirped back before focusing her attention back to her holoform and returning to work.
Soon after Kia managed to push herself up, releasing the parts of the the twins they'd been pinning.
The twins let off a satisfied noise as their left pede and wing were finally freed.
The twins getting up was more of a roll off of her so that they could sit on the decking, even with the repairs, they were hesitant to walk under their own power alone again.
She let off her own very satisfied noise that may or may not of bordered on orgasmic when she felt the twins weight pull off her.
She deactivated her holoform and after a bit of stretching of her own, nearly jumped completely up, though she would take the fact to the grave that the sway of the ship nearly had her falling backwards into the Atlantic.
There was a pause, a tension in the air as those that stood looking up at them waited for what they planned to do.
The answer funnily enough, came from Kia, a low, unmistakable rumble cutting over the sounds of rolling ocean waves and the distant calls of sea birds.
The twins huffed and Wren made the decision. "You go get something to eat… I think we've all gone a bit too long without some meat."
Their protrusions easily picked up on the shudders of some of the humans and holoforms below.
Ira doubted she'd ever get used to the amount of sensory data they provided, but they were certainly more useful than they were a hindrance.
With the declaration made she stretched her wings out, wincing as the pulleys, gears and cabling protested the motion.
Apparently she overdid herself again.
Certainly wouldn't be the last time.
After a moment she leaned into the wind, and with two quick beats she kicked off the deck, a few of the humans and holoforms were nearly knocked off balance by the process, but no one was sent for a swim.
Kia followed soon behind her, and the two of them set out to scout for something, anything really, they could eat.
Back on the decking, the twins let off a contended noise, glancing at those gathered. "So, lovely weather we're having?"
And that's this chapter done, Soundwave's on the radar, barely, the Harpies need a proper sleep schedule for once in their lives, and Ironhide learned off screen never to call Aria a 'light weight' .
Welp, chapter 25 is already written as well, but I'm going to hold off on posting chapter 22 right away, still need to do a final read through/edit on it before I even consider giving it the green light.
Until next time! Ta-
Wren: Forgetting something?
... No?
Wren: 'scowls'
Oh! Right! Little heads up I probably should of been doing from the beginning, gore, there's gonna be gore, it's a transformers fic, it kind of comes with the territory I know, Wren just thought I should give you all the heads up... you good? Yeah she's good, ok, ta ta everyone!
Moon.vely weather we're having?"