"You know don't actually have to do everything," Sunstreaker said as he easily twirled the artificial stinger and glanced over at the Praxian mech watching them. "We're all eager to prep the crystal cave for the next generation."
"If I do this I'll prove I'm in for the long road. It's how a new suitor courts to join a nest, right?" Jazz replied grimly adjusting his grip on his new weapon.
"It is the way Praxian mechs court a new nest," Tracks corrected with a gleam of newfound respect in his optic. "We will expect something worthy of our breeder."