Ultra Magnus x Firestar. I haven't seen anyone else do this pairing but it was inspired by the one I did for Optimus and Firestar called Coral.

Fall

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With a gentle curl of Sledgehammer, Ultra Magnus brings her a respectful distance from the signal. His spark is telling him it's not a trap, but his battle processor told him to always be on guard. Thus he does both, stepping out in a sign of a rescuer with a hand to his sidearm. Optimus has promised to stay on board to monitor transmissions. He said nothing more about the crew just incase Springer was wrong.
The moister rich fog thins as he steps closer and closer to the remains of another ship. The General's spark kicks his processor in a 'told you' so way when he sees the black ship with red trim and labeled, "4 M'lady."
"Ironhide? Chromia?" The royal blue mech calls.
Neither are the one to greet him though. No, it's his own field medic Topspin. "Sir? Ultra Magnus, is it really you?"
"Indeed it is. Who is with you?"
"Please, sir, you have no idea what a welcome sight you are!" With a respectful but urgent curl of his hand, he hurries them both back to the ship. Inside, the General is surprised to see who all is crammed into the transport smaller than his beloved Sledgehammer.
Ironhide is fiddling with something half stuck under the dashboard of his ship. Sitting on his thighs trading out tools from the case in the pilot's seat is the dusky blue battle femme, Commander Chromia. She taps her mate's thigh, "Say hello, 'Hide."
"Hello 'Hide," he half grunts still focused on his project.
Chromia rolls her optics wiggling her fingers in cheeky greeting, "Hello, Ultra Magnus."
"Magnus?!" Whack! "Dah SHIT!" The tough warrior curses still stuck under the dashboard, and slaps his mate's rump to let him up.
She curls to her pedes and sniggers, "The rest are in the back, General. Topspin, show him."
With a respectful nod, shorter blue and white one does so. There the taller mech ducks and sees a dusky rose femme he would know anywhere. His reserved composure plummets with a praise, "Primus you have been kind!" With a salute, he addresses the Prime's mate. "Ma'am, your mate is alive and awaiting for you. It would be my honor to return you to his side."
Elita leaps to her pedes and wraps her arms around him. After all these vorns of their teams merging and then retreating along with the final blow to Cybertron resulting in their subsequent evacuation, he is more than a sight for sore optics. Of course she has missed her mate more, but this mech has been just as important in her life. At times a father to her femmes, a confidante for herself as a mate and fellow commander, and a powerful leader in his own right. Yes, he knows he should be stiff and firm, but nothing warms him more than seeing reunited mates. His arm comes around her softly. "He's just fine. Please, follow me right now."
He did not see the last couple in the back corner, all he could see is getting Optimus and Elita back together. She steps back and he can see the spark inhibitor in the proper placement, on the outside of the armor. Everyone on the ship is wearing them this way, thank goodness.
Swiftly, Ultra Magnus leads her to the soft red lights glowing eerily in the fog. At the twin lights, he calls the elevator down and they step aboard. He smiles and reaches for the inhibitor. "You won't need this onboard Sledgehammer."
Once the elevator reaches the locked upright position, he twists the inhibitor off. Optimus whips around clutching his chest as if he had been punched. Elita wraps her hand around Magnus' wrist. "Is this real?"
He steps forward holding her hand to his wrist. "Optimus, Elita, if this is a dream, it is one I have been blessed to share with you both."
Optimus stumbles and falls at their knees. Elita arms wrap around his regal helm and slide through his reaching grasp to her own knees.
Ultra Magnus nearly falls to his own in praise to their god. Instead, he finds himself and goes to grab some tools. It does not surprise him to find his ship lit up by two open spark chambers as he steps to the elevator to make his way back to "M'lady."
He finds more than fog condensing on his cheeks as he reaches the black ship again. Placing a hand to the ship's side, he takes a few moments to gather himself back into the General-persona everyone knows.
A soft hand touches his chest bring his optics back online. There he finds himself looking down into another SIC, this one of the femme division. "Thank you."
"For what?"
"Taking care of both of them first. Come, Inferno and Firestar are here, too."
That makes his optics blink, "F-Firestar? Inferno?"
She nods, "But I have to warn you, it's not good. You haven't by any chance seen Ratchet, have you?"
"Yes, he's just a few planets over."
"Do me a favor, get them both out of here. We will be fine for a while but… not them."
"Wheeljack still has Jackhammer. I will send him back to help you with M'Lady."
Chromia nods, "Good, good. Let's go." He hands the tools over to Ironhide and follows the femme.
Sure enough, just as Chromia said, there is Inferno in a coma laying in Firestar's lap. She looks like one who has been hanging on to a hope she knows is futile. He knows that look all too well. It used to stare him in the mirror. Firestar has always been a reasonable femme. She's not hysterical (Elita won't have those on her team) but she is mated, so a healthy amount of angst and concern goes with the role.
Crouching down, he reaches for his limp Wrecker. "Come on, I will take you to see Ratchet."
"The others?" Firestar knows there is no need to move quickly just for Inferno's hopeless state.
"Wheeljack is on the way. Go. I need someone to keep her from wearing the Prime out. You know how Elita can be when Optimus would come visiting," Chromia teases her order.
Firestar sniggers and nods, "Yes Ma'am."
Ultra Magnus is used to this loose banter between the femme ranks. It's much like the way Springer leads the Wreckers when he is not in charge. Elita and the General lead in a more structured style. In a way, it's very comforting to hear this banter as he lifts the dying mech from his mate's arms. More comforting is that Firestar's sense of humor is still intact.
At the door, Ironhide joins them in escort to the ship. Chromia holds Firestar back a bit so Ironhide can tell Magnus, "Here is Topspin's medical report. I don't know how or why Inferno is hanging on. He should be dead at least four times over."
"Is there anything in particular Wheeljack should bring for your ship?"
"Fuel is primary. Secondary is a cosmotron." With a deep sigh he rubs a grubby hand to his hood, "If all else fails, a battery so I can fire up the self destruct. I know it might draw attention, but I would rather that than her to be scrapped by those 'Cons."
Magnus nods, "Understood. I will let him know."
By now they have reached the dropped elevator. Ironhide slaps the external com link, "Alright Optimus, tuck it way, the commander's back!" With that, he gives a wiry smirk to the General, "It's good to see you again, Mags."
He would salute or clamp a hand to the shoulder, but with his hands full of red mech, he just gives his nod. Firestar steps to his side aboard the elevator and they rise. Chromia gives her medic a sad smile as Ironhide wraps an arm around his mate's shoulder. He does not envy the duty his sweet mate will have soon in caring for a grieving teammate.
Magnus says nothing but lays the dying mech to his berth and motions to his med kit, "Help yourself. It won't take us very long to be on Earth." He gives a respectful nod and then heads towards his pilot's seat. Yes there's a lot he could say, but this is not the time or place. Right now, he needs to get them to Ratchet. Elita grabs him by and aerial planting a kiss on his cheek as she heads back to help Firestar and he heads to the cockpit. It warms both his spark and his cheeks.
Optimus chuckles seeing the tinged white cheeks as he slumps into his seat. Ultra Magus raises an optic brow and gives a crooked smirk as he activates the engines, "You are fooling no one, Optimus, so you might want to work on wiping that smug look off your face."
Innocently he raises his hands, "I did NOTHING!"
Magnus now gives him both raised brows and pulls into outer space, "Optimus… please. You are worse than a first year cadet."
With his own sheepish look, the Prime asks, "Can you blame me?"
"No, I can't." It came out more sad than he planned it. Before Optimus can say anything, Magnus flips to a secured line. "Wheeljack, I have a situation….."

******
Not long after Ultra Magnus had turned Inferno over to Ratchet's care, he is called back to the medbay. Firestar is leaning over Inferno tears streaming down her face, "He's asking for you."
The mech is blind and beyond weak. Ratchet lays Ultra Magnus' hand into Inferno's. Inferno uses the last of his strength to bring it over Firestar's, "Sir… take…c-…her…." They all know what he meant. He's asking Ultra Magnus to look after his mate for him. "…pl-se…"
Ultra Magnus has heard enough mechs as they die away. Some scream out cursing. Some say nothing and just weep. Some cry out in praise to joining someone. And then there are the few that beg someone to look after a possession or pet for them. The scarce beg for a mate or sparkling to be cared for.
"Pro-m-ise… me!"
"I will, soldier," The honorable mech accepts the death-berth-plea.
Inferno turns his head to Firestar, "You-too. Will love you for-ev-er."
"Darling, it's alright. You can go in peace now. Elita has Optimus again."
Inferno shakes his head, that wasn't why he hung on. But the helm shake gets weaker and weaker until it stops. The rattling sound in the fire truck's chest stops. The vibrant red begins to fade away. Firestar's chest begins to hitch. Ultra Magnus knows he just made a vow, but he also knows, she needs to be alone. In fact, he needs to be alone himself. Softly he steps out of the med bay without a word to anyone. Elita pulls away from Optimus to see to her soldier. As Optimus tries to step closer to a fellow officer over the death of his soldier, a white raised hand keeps him at bay.
He walks outside the base and takes off for a secluded spot where he can pound his fist into the ground repeatedly swearing at Primus for taking Inferno from Firestar.

*****
Composed, he makes his way back to the base the next evening. There he can see Jackhammer and M'Lady's crew have returned. Everyone has been trying to console Firestar to the point where she is ready to punch them all. Including the children.
"Firestar, please walk with me," carefully her dead mate's superior gives a soft order.
It surprises her. Her own Commanding Officer is busy with her own mate, thus there is really no one else to override his call. She swallows and tries to find an excuse. She has none left when his soft hand gesture pleads reaching out for her. Its there that she can see its not just she that need consolation. He needs it too. Silently she walks with him.

The cold sunset feels just like her spark. Going cold. Going dark. Going to sleep. "I knew he wouldn't make it. I don't know what he stuck around for so long."
"Its what rescue heroes and Wreckers do," Ultra Magnus nudges. "To the very end."
"And what was the end?" She looks to him for help in understanding.
"You are back among friends."
"I was there on Neptune too, so how is this different?"
For that he is stuck and just shrugs shaking his head. "I gave up a long time ago trying to figure you two out."
Firestar stalls in her walk and plants her fists to her hips, "What is that supposed to mean?!"
Ultra Magnus stalls in his walk too, but doesn't face her. She's just lost her terminally ill mate and this might not be the best time to do this. He wants to shove his pede in his mouth, but it's too late, the conversation has been started. With a strength he forgot she has, the fire-orange hand grabs his forearm and jerks. He turns only his helm in surprise.
Ah yes, there it is. Sweet Firestar's flames in her optics. She looks all peaceful most of the time, but she can be quite the firecracker with her temper. Right now, her temper is aimed at him and she's not letting up by the way she jerks his arm again.
"Do you realize that of all the personal relationships I've had to mediate, yours is the one I saw the most often?"
Her shoulders slump in shame, but he gives her a crooked smile. "I will agree many a time I wanted to finish you both off an save my sanity. Yet, you two never gave up on each other. Even if the same arguments came round and round, you two were always asking and wanting help." He steps forward pulling his forearm and her hand closer to his chest to lay his other hand on her cheek. "Some days, you two didn't deserve each other, other days you two were perfect halves to a whole."
He thumbs over her cheek, "I wish half the damaged relationships could have seen you today, Firestar."
His throat closes up again hearing Inferno's last words to her and Firestar's release to him as well. "You two make me so proud."
The vibrant femme's chin waivers and takes a step forward. It's not the first time he's wrapped an arm around her while she cried, but this time, she has no one she will go back to. All she has is him who knew about some of the core troubles she had with Inferno.
Her arms won't go all the way around his thick muscular waist like she would with Inferno, so she dips one hand into his 'belt' to hang on and the other hangs on to a piece of his chest grill. The tears are silent and practically dry. She's cried too long and too many times over the dying fire truck. No, this time her tears are for the comfort a gentle mech is giving her.
Magnus leans and curls in cupping one hand around her helm the other covering her hand on his chest. "Do you know the honest core to your troubles that you two always danced around?"
Her chin rubs against his chest in a positive nod. "I always knew and so did he. We promised to never burden you or Elita about it."
"Will you tell me now?"
She tips her helm back to look up to his curious optics from a slightly canted helm. She can't help but smile a little. The way his brow furrows in a pent up frustration, he looks so adorable. Like a sparkling that can't figure out a math problem.
"What? You have no idea for how long I have watched a tenacious spit fire crumble at my desk while a normally reserved and respectful mech swears and rants about his beloved mate and all this while I'm wishing I was negotiating for the unification of Cybertron in my very office instead! Please, just a hint?"
She giggles and then sniggers. "I'm so sorry, Magnus. We had no idea we put you through all that. I know we drove you nuts and you had better things to do than listen to us, but we didn't want to burden you further, so we made a promise."
Once more his expression changes and his hand drops from her cheek. "I would never ask you to break a promise."
The honor and dignity he gives them both melts her. Ultra Magnus is amazing and wonderful. Diligent. Focused. Sweet in his reserved way. He loves his troops by discipline and prayers. Why isn't he of all mechs bonded? "The promise has been dissolved. I need you to answer something for me first, though."
With his commander's tone of reservations, he answers, "If I can."
"Is the rumor fact or fiction that you had a spark mate?"
"I did. She died just short of our first anniversary of a terminal illness."
Firestar's face falls and she grips to his lower back and chest, "I-I'm so sorry, Ultra Magnus."
He gives her a dawing smile. It moves him so that she would give such compassion to him on the dawn of her own widowhood. His hand returns to her cheek, "It's alright, my dear. It was many lifetimes ago. At least I have loved even if I have lost."
Her hand leaves his chest and touches his cheek in return, "That explains how you can understand us so well."
The white face tinges red under her hand and the optic twinkles, "So, I gave, now your turn."
"I wanted a sparkling. He said after the war, I didn't want to wait." With the change in his expression, she says nothing more.
If anything, Magnus looks furious. "That dead damned fool!"
Firestar blinks hard. She had totally expected the older superior mech to take Inferno's side of the argument.
The seasoned blue optics look deep into hers, "You are a fool too. You should have told me!"
"Me?! What would you have done?"
Magnus' chest begins to hitch and pant in frustration. Firestar tries to stroke his face to calm him but it only seems to heat him more. The arm around her waist is holding her tighter and tighter to his frame. It's there she sees something change in his optics. It's not scary though, it's something else, a different kind of depth to the color and gaze.
His tone drops deep with reverence, "The greatest gift a mech can ever give his femme is a new life. Firestar, you of all femmes deserved to have that gift after all you have done to try saving lives for Cybertron!"
Firestar swallows hard. Oh Primus! How warm and compassionate Ultra Magnus is! What a gentlemech he is to see warrior femmes as equals if not better than the mechs. More than that, he's talking directly to her of all femmes.

"Mags…." She whispers the illegal nickname.
That's when the scale tipped and in a flash his open mouth is upon hers. His lips surround and pull at hers before releasing to regrasp. Firestar's hand opened and released his cheek, but with the reclaps of his lips, she clamps to the nape encouraging him on.
With both of his arms wrapped tightly around her body, his hands grip when her tongue tip peeks out to encourage him once again. It may have been a long time since he kissed a femme so passionately, but he is far from rusty. Her neck bends back into the cup of his hand as he plunges gently but deeper and harder.
Her hand slips into the crease of his back plate and down. There one finger finds the crease of his bare aft. He growls. She moans and presses the finger deeper.
That's when he finds his head and yanks back panting. Part of him is very apologetic to his forwardness. Another piece is far from sorry.
"An honorable mech such as you deserved better than you had, too," She keeps him from apologizing. "Primus can be so cruel sometimes."
Ultra Magnus' chest is still rising and falling at a deep pace even if it's a bit more controlled and slower now. The optics are asking questions that the mouths refuse to ask and audios are afraid could translate wrong.
He told her what he thought, what he wanted for her. She heard what he wanted for himself but was not given the chance (so she thinks at the moment). On top of all that, they have great respect and honor for each other that goes beyond professional. Personal yes, but not on this level before.
One is recently widowed. One has been widowed for eons. Both have been aching for over a millennia. The hand on his nape drops, but the hand on his back does not release, so he can't step back. He watches her hand slide down his throat and chest. There, as a field medic, she finds the catches to the commander's asbargo and loosens it a little bit. From there she slides a hand under the armor plating to the softer skin beneath.
A deep inhale to the large mech's chest hesitates her hand as it makes it's way to the tell tale crease and dip in the center of his chest. With his optics halving, she continues her search and stops once the hand lays flat over the closed area where his spark chamber resides.
He can't move. She just lost her mate. Would it be wrong of him to do this? Inferno's been in a coma for so long. Tonight's words were the first she heard in so long and will never hear again. Then again, Firestar is no floozy. She is not one who gives her spark away easily. How many times did she just come into his office and just sit so he wouldn't be alone? How many times did she offer her bunk on those stop overs just so he could have a quiet place to crash for a few moments?
How many times in her arguments with Inferno did she have a crazy thought of wishing Magnus would be more then an audio? How many times after his kind words consoled her did she have a dream of him instead of her mate?
Primus gypped them both. Or wait…. Did he set them up?
The larger hand slides over hers on top of his spark and pulls them both away. She looks so disappointed until he brings it to his lips and kisses them like a lady should be treated. Holding those tips to his sweet lips, he pulls her devious hand from his aft to bring the wrist to his neck. From there, she finds herself lifted bridal style and carried off to Sledgehammer and the door locked securely. Even Wheeljack won't figure out this new code.
Firestar finds herself laid out on his standard bunk (for a mech of his size). She smiles seeing the pillow and blanket perfectly folded and tucked back into the net above the bulkhead where it won't shift in transit.
He shakes his head and pucks them both out tossing them at her. She tucks them under her helm along with one hand under her nape. Her other hand hooks a finger into his grill pulling him down for another hot kiss. He braces himself over her by one hand, hip to the berth-top beside hers while he flicks his grieves and sabatons off with the remaining hand.
"Magnus-" she beams against his lips.
"Mags," he corrects her giving her a rarely seen charming smile. "I will be your Mags."
Now its her turn to have her spark hitch. He's really going to go through with this. He's not play around. He's not going to distract her, he's going to give his life to her.
When she says nothing more and his leggings are gone, he moves himself on palms and knees over her. Enough room for her to get away if need be, but hovering enough to keep going if she would like. "Firestar…."
"'Star…"
He shakes his head slowly and lowers down to his forearms, and crouches down until his thighs and calves touch. A finger touches her lips. He will not call her by the name Inferno called her. He traces those lips he made swollen, "Sparky."
"Sparky?" She blinks. It's not like Ultra Magnus to make jokes. Crouched over her on the verge of interfacing plus bonding and he's going to give her a child's nickname?
"Yes, my Sparky," he pulls at her lips again until the kiss breaks with a plucking sound. Then he nuzzles his own swollen lips into her neck hallow and plucks and nips his kisses up to her audio while tugging bits of orange and red armor aside.
"Yes, Sparky. For when I get done fusing our sparks together, I'm going to spark-you-up." She mewls a cry into his sweet and seductive promise that Inferno wouldn't give her. He nips and tugs at the bit of her audio adornments adding a sultriness to his tone.
"And then once you birth that one, I will spark you again." He kisses down into the base of her throat yanking the last of her armor away, "And then again."
His lips nuzzle lower and his tongue tip dips into her spark chamber rim. "I will spark you repeatedly until you beg me to stop." He loves how her breath hitches but her chest rises wanting more of his touches.
"Fuck," slips out. It's driving her insane to feel the highly dignified and seasoned Commander (who is feared and revered on both sides of this war) turn into such a seductive and virile beast with the removal of his armor. She knows she is stripped bare as well, but doesn't remember him doing it, for her hand is still tucked under her nape. His hurr into licking her spark chamber has the poor broken thing weeping. Firestar reaches under his helm with a shaky hand and lifts his chin until the adoring older optics look into her worried younger ones.
"You have to make me a promise, My Mags. If you are going to do this for me, you have to help me raise them. They will need a good mech role model." She tried to sound confident but her voice is warbling.
With a swell to his chest, the widower plants his chest directly over the widow's and gives her a hard gaze with a warm but solid promise. "If those Damned Decepticons thought General Ultra Magnus was a pain in their aft and a beast to kill, they have seen NOTHING compared to sparkmate and sire Magnus." His chest plates pull back bathing her in his life's glow. "I have so much more I am fighting for now."
"Fight? I don't want you to fight for it."
He smiles and strokes her scared face, "Let me restate that. I have a reason to come home at night." His finger slips from her cheek, down her throat to her spark-rim, "May I show you?" He's giving her one last chance to refuse his offer to bond her spark to his. It doesn't make her want to back down, it only solidifies her desire to want him.
"Yes," her own chest plates pull back and her spark reaches up for him.
Magnus is afraid he will crush her if he keens during this, so he slumps a hip and shoulder to the berth hauling her to her side as well. As the sparks learn how to talk to each other, Magnus pulls one of her thighs between both of his and presses his arm to the length of her spine. "That's it, Sparky, feel me…."
Her spark giggles against his to the name. He hadn't even thought of it that way, but now he too can find it amusing. As Sparky soothes her way into Mag's emotions, she finds a surprise.
"Y-you… you love me?" She gapes. He tries to shy away, but she chases down that feeling not letting it hide. If anything, she needs to see more.
He knew it was wrong to love a spark mate of another, let alone one of his own soldiers, but he did. He knew if he couldn't love her for himself, the least he could do, was make sure she was happy with Inferno. That's just what he did. This also explains why he was so angry that Inferno denied her their sparkling.
Sparky swells and finds this respect, friendship and admiration for the older mech growing more and more. Was it too soon to love again? Is this love she feels? She's quite certain that if it isn't it will be very quickly. For everything she just learned (and feels) just proves he is more than safe to love. Not just as an over all gentlemech, but as HER mech.
It surprises him to feel her physically kiss him while still exploring this bonding process. She's not ashamed of his hidden love for her, she's enamored by it. "Oh Mags…." With that, he releases another piece of his life to her.
His dear dead mate had been terminally ill and they both knew it. She tried to give him an heir, a piece of her to live on, but in the end, he lost them both. The incubation process actually hastened the progression of the illness. His guilt is that he was pretty sure it would, but she had pleaded and begged him to spark her. She had hoped that Primus would be kind and bless them with this even if their life together would not be forever. It brought her great pleasure to know she was incubating for him and it seemed to bring her a new hope and a radiant smile he didn't think he would ever see again. Even pale and coughing, she would tell him all her great plans for their sparkling and made him promise to carry them all out. He nodded and had actually begun to hope with her.
Until the fever struck. Primus had been kind enough to send her into a coma so that she would never know the sparkling was failing and would never survive. Magnus held her in his arms as she died in the night. In the morning, he wrapped her up with the little blanket she had handmade for their heir, and walked her to the plot of land he had already purchased instead of a cradle.

Sparky and femme sob into him. "Shhh, shh, it's alright, Firestar. Heyyyyy, shhhh…" he tries to soothe her as she tries to soothe him as if it was a fresh moment of time.
Seeing that he can't soothe her through the spark bond, he folds up that memory, much to her whimper, so that he can pulse out his present desires. Sparks refocused, both sets of wet optics look at each other. "Now it's time I give your our future. It's been awhile for me, so forgive me," he tries to tease.
He needn't have worried though. His hands still know how to touch a lady so gently and amorously. His lips are just as sensuous to their touch. Firestar wraps her hands around his antenna spires and guides him along her coral skin. Down and within he pleasures her until her back is arching so high and she is mewling out his name. She doesn't cry loudly, no, she is mewling and praising.
Inferno had been so sick that that it had been even longer than his last words that they had interfaced. She's so tender that every touch is heightened and wanted. "Mags, please!" The anxious femme is writhing on the owner's berth.
"Yes, my love…." he softly croons and she keens. His spark jumps feeling her overload against his. Just his touches and his words send her spark keening?! Swiftly he captures her lips and body for himself. Firestar clings to him with arms, legs, spark, lips… everything she has she gives to him and he takes them all.
His greatest pleasure is watching her. Ricocheting back, is her pleasure in seeing he has given her pleasure and so the cycle spins out of control. "Darling…."
Neither has any idea who has crested first this time, nor do they care. All they care is that they are here together now.
Sparks must return to their chambers as bodies begin to cool and calm and the mech falls to his back. Sparky, lifts her mate's helm to slide the pillow under. Mags, flicks the thick blanket over his mate splayed across his perspired form. "Mm, Mags."
He kneads into her nape and kisses her forehelm, "Yes?"
"I know Optimus and Elita are in this position, is there anyone else who can take your post for a day or two?"
"Oh, I didn't think of that. Hold on." With an arch to his neck touches his helm com, "Ironhide?"
"General! Thank goodness you checked in! We've been worried. We can't find Firestar. Elita and Chromia are beside themselves!
Mags smiles and rubs his mate's back lovingly even though giving off a serious and professional tone of voice. "She is quite safe. I'm keeping a optic on her." He winks.
Firestar is a bit spent and with her cheek pressed to his broad chest, she can only give him a half lid smirk.
"What is she doing?!" Chromia bursts through the communiqué.
"Resting. She needs some sleep." With a slight cough, the General tries again. "Uh, Ironhide, could you take command until tomorrow evening."
Ironhide stalls in answering but then draws out his answer, "Ooookay. Seriously, is everything alright? Nothing crazy is going on, right?"
Mags turns soft seeing Firestar's mouth has gone slack falling asleep. "Everything is just as it should be. Ultra Magnus out." And he snicks the line to only be interrupted by an emergency alarm. He tucks that arm under his own helm and pillow so he can get a better look at his sleeping mate. More than that; the other half of his sparkling's genetics.
"Sleep well both of you," and gives her a light peck so not to awaken her.