A/N So I've given myself a schedule to finish the parts. Part two will be finished by January, early February at the latest, and then part three by at least June. I've gotten them mostly planned out. This is also taking into consideration NaNoWriMo, so I'm hoping to have 3-4 chapters finished by the end of October for November.
Decadence felt the energy, and knew that her sisters and brothers felt it too.
They had been waiting for this moment, something they had been training for their whole lives. All their contracts would now be ending, and although the nobles they worked for would not be happy they had known it would be a possibility.
The three spheres were taken from their mantles and settled gently into their nooks in the ship, and the femmes and mechs who have waited their whole functions for this moment made their way to earth, followed not far by the Elite Guard.
Janelle was laughing with her friends, thanking the waiter with a charming smile and a very generous tip. The phone on the table buzzed, and she answered it fairly quickly. Her smile was gone as the closest to a father figure explained the whole situation.
Her friends quickly gathered their things as she pushed away from the table, muttering to the person on the phone they had only met once.
Razorwing gently rubbed the thumb of his digit against Frigid's helm, his other servo clutching Devious's. The wide expanse of space scared him. It always had, and he had been fortunate to have been in a large enough ship that it felt like a city, or he had been assigned to the cities of Cyberton in the days of war. But now, in a ship made for one warframe but had instead three, he could feel the anxiety kicking in. How he'd ever gotten his trinemates with his fear still amazed him, even millennium later.
But they had no objectives, no orders now that Megatron was gone and the rest of the crew Primus knows where.
And so, he entertained the idea of flying off to a neutral colony, or a planet where there were no Autobots or Decepticons. But Frigid wouldn't leave the Decepticons, and Devious hated the Autobots too much to stop fighting.
So, he merely entertained it as his mates continued to recharge.
Rix hummed to herself, sitting up in her hammock with a datapad. It was full of 'childrens' novels, along with a few more older audience ones she had downloaded later. Prowl was deep in recharge, and she knew she would be in trouble if he found out she was reading so late. But the premonition of the femmes and mech had occurred in the early hours of the morning, yet was late enough that she felt it would just be better to continue with her novel and deal with her guardians ire later.
(His ire left when she explained it was due to her premonition.)