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Monday, 18:30, Autobot Base
Wheeljack walked through the Groundbridge Ratchet opened without question, only to be greeted by a flying wrench to the helm. It bounced off and landed on Aqua's torso, although it left a dent. The Texan femme picked it up and blindly chucked it in the direction it had come from. A loud 'clang' was heard throughout the base.
"Aqua! I needed that!" Ratchet exclaimed angrily.
"Sorry, Doc." The red, green and white wrecker replied airily, waving a servo.
"What's wrong with her?" Miko piped up.
"Miko! You were supposed to go home!" Ratched chided the girl.
"Eh, too much work." Miko replied.
"Miko..." Bulkhead groaned.
"What I want to know is how she managed to hide for so long." Queenie said. All the femmes had quickly become aware of Miko's tendency to get into trouble...and, unfortunately, how loud she was.
"That's not really important right now. What happened, Aqua?" Jade asked.
Aqua shrugged as much as she could with a slightly guilty, slightly embarrassed look. Wheeljack set her down in the medbay and she perched on the edge of the berth.
"No really, what happened?" Phoenix pressed curiously.
"Screamer happened." Wheeljack said grimly. "Along with his new best friends, ThunderBlaster and NightWarp. Aqua explained to me, because she can't talk right now for whatever reason."
"Huh." Shelbi, or Slipstream, or whatever her name was, said. "Why, though?"
"Cause Aqua kicked their afts with a bomb of tear gas and pepper spray." Wheeljack replied matter-of-factly.
"Sweet!" Phoenix laughed. "Of course, setting them on fire would be better."
"You should set Knockout on fire. He'd be so busy worrying about his paint, he'd leave everything undefended." Bulkhead laughed.
"Good idea..." Phoenix mused.
"Bulkhead! Don't give her ideas!" Arcee stage-whispered. The Wrecker shrugged.
Ratchet was fussing over Aqua in the medbay, Wheeljack hovering nearby.
"Go away." Ratchet said. Wheeljack didn't answer, just stayed where he was.
He was rewarded with another wrench to the helm.
"Okay, okay, I'm going!" Wheeljack surrendered, holding up his servos in defeat.
"You'd better be." Ratchet muttered darkly, retrieving his wrench from where it laid on the floor.
Monday, 18:45, Nemesis
Despite not having been shown the way there, Brittnianne had found her way back to the throne room and perched herself daintily on the edge of the walkway. She had done it every day since the Decepticons had brought the femmes onto the Nemesis. Megatron was annoyed by it, but allowed it, having realized that this femme wouldn't take well to getting orders. So he left her alone. After all, she wasn't hurting anything. She was just sitting there.
This didn't annoy Megatron as much as he thought it should have. Even when the drones asked if he wanted her removed, he just shook his helm and told them it was okay.
They all thought something had snapped in his circuits.
Sometimes it was just Brittnianne, sometimes she had Breonna or Moesha or Dana with her. But never Rylee. That was something Megatron had noticed. Brittnianne never had Rylee with her when she sat in the throne room.
Although recently, the Alpha leader had taken to bossing around the drones. Megatron's drones.
And they obeyed her like she'd been their leader for a long time. As much as he hated to admit it, Megtron knew the femme had good leadership potential. Maybe, despite being a femme, she would make a better leader than Starscream...
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