"Please tell me this is on your mind." Rollie begged Senti as they watched the Wrecker's tear the door apart. Ultra Magnus insisted the Wrecker's go first into the control room; Senti and Rollie were to do cover fire.
"Saving Kclayna's tailpipe, getting our chassis' off this Primas forsaken ship, if Sentinel's weapon of choice would work for me; which one do you wanna talk about?!" Senti shouted, furious that Rollie was asking unimportant questions like she always did on missions. Rollie was the Bulkhead of the Autofemme's; clumsy, destructive and overly friendly. Unlike Bulkhead, Rollie was easily distracted by anything shiny.
"You heard Predaking in the background when Kclayna contacted us, right?" Rollie asked, not waiting for Senti to answer, she continued her theory. "But he wasn't attacking her; he was attacking the Vehicon's. Trust me; I've heard their screams every time I crush them. Wow, I made myself sound so fat. Anyway, what I can't get, why was he attacking them and not her?"
"How should I know? Maybe she tamed the beast." Senti shrugged uncaringly, fighting off the processor ache from Rollie's non-stop chatter.
"A Predacon-no Predaking- tamed by one of the most sensitive, emotional femme's on our team?" Rollie threw her head back, laughing at Senti's answer which ceased quickly seeing Senti's irritated glance. "Get real Senti, no chance in Kaon can anybot tame Predaking. But we know she did something to him, she somehow changed his thinking process."
"Predaking thinks?" Senti asked sarcastically, gaping in pretend shock. "Well that is amazing news. Tell me, someone put a processor in your head right?"
"Hey, that's not very nice." Rollie pouted, crossing her arms and turned to look away from Senti.
"If the two of you are done gossiping, we're gonna need our cover fire." Wheeljack exaggerated on the last two words, smiling a tauntingly. He knew Senti would rather be shooting Decepticon's like Captain American shooting Nazi's than stand in the back ground.
"Why are we covering your hides?" Senti asked, pulling out her blaster gun and held Sentinel's shield in the other servo, feeling unsure. "For Primas sake, your mech's, it should be the other way around."
"Because you're the lovely ladies, you'll end up denting a digit and run off screaming." Wheeljack answered, grunting when Senti punched him in the arm.
"Tell me again why am I married to you?"
"Where do I begin?" Wheeljack looked at her, noticing the uncertainty in her optics. Rolling his optics, he wrapped an arm around her hip pads and pulled her close to him. "Hey, tell you what babe, I'll let you blast the first Con in sight, alright?"
Senti scoffed, forcing herself away from Wheeljack. "As if I was going to give you a choice."
"I've always loved the dominant femmes."
"Stop." Senti snapped, glaring at WheelJack. Normally, Senti adored it when her mate joked around with her. It made both of them feel like young lovers who couldn't get enough of each other. This time, she wasn't in the mood.
"Hey, cool it." WheelJack's voice hardened, regretting it. He knew she was scared, but he also knew she didn't need to act like an adolescent bot. "I get your nervous; you want your brother's shield to work for you like it did for him. So what if it doesn't?"
"So what?" Senti repeated as lubricants formed in her optics, staring flabbergasted that WheelJack said 'so what'. The shield was more than a memorial to her Sentinel, it had belonged to their family for generations before Sentinel. Senti was jealous that the shield was passed down from their creator to Sentinel as a reward for becoming Prime. Now that the shield was in her servo, it didn't feel right.
"Sorry, didn't mean it like that." WheelJack corrected himself, realizing his words had hurt her. "I get he was your brother, and I get that it means a lot to you to even hold it. I ain't saying it's not an honor for you, scrap, I'm proud of you to even have it. I'm just saying just let it do its thing, all you gotta do is hold on to it."
Senti turned away from him, wiping the lubricant's from her optics. Feeling more lubricant's fill up her optics, Senti shut her optics and focused on relaxing her wires. A trick she learned in the academy whenever she was stressed or upset. Since then, she had become stronger mentally and emotionally.
"You promise me you won't do anything stupid." Senti demanded, grasping the shield tighter.
"I give you my word."
"You said the same thing when you tried to attack that tree." Senti giggled, turning to watch his faceplate turn slightly red with embarrassment.
"He what?" Rollie asked, scratching the top of her helmet.
"You know that movie we watched with the kids? The one where the cub pounced on the hornbill?" Senti snickered, remembering how embarrassed Wheeljack felt when he found out what he did. "He thought he saw a Con, he crouched down and jumped like he was gonna attack it. It wasn't until after he hit his faceplate that he found that the Con was a tree."
"You pounced on a tree!?" Rollie laughed so obnoxiously that she nearly transformed into her ball form.
"You should see how I pounce on her." Wheeljack joked, winking seductively at Senti. Blushing, Senti turned her focus to the dented and charred door.
"Oh gross, get a room you two." Rollie managed to say between laugh's, she couldn't understand how those two managed to stay in love. Actually, she couldn't understand how anyone could fall in love, it was just too complexed. Rollie was the only femme, besides Arcee, who enjoyed being single. It wasn't because she saw herself as too clumsy to be anyone's choice of mate, but the thought of being in a relationship was like an anxiety attack.
"Ahem." Ultra Magnus's optics scanned the three bots like a principal catching three students skipping class.
"Sorry, sir." Senti managed to say between her giggles.