"Sooo... Are you up for a surprise attack by the Cons?"
Wheeljack groaned as his optics glared at the former Elite Guard. "Will you quit running your intake, kid? I'm sure the new femme doesn't want you to constantly nag down her audio receptors."
Smokescreen blushed a bright blue as he looked down in embarrassment. The slightly bigger femme patted his helm and gave him a soft smile. "I don't mind you asking me questions, Smokescreen. I find it... adorable, really." The former Elite Guard squeaked, making the Predacon femme giggle and the Wrecker roll his optics but smirk softly at the interaction.
Galaxy was, to answer Smokescreen's question, honestly excited and more than ready to have her first fight with the Decepticons. After the loss of her sister Arcana, Galaxy vowed to avenge her by taking the sparks of the one who separated them when they were Sparklings.
The one she could picture in her processor clearly and wanted to end the most, was Shockwave. The mad scientist himself continued to make various experiments on her and forced her to go to battle at such a young age.
Her carrier, the Predacon Queen, died in the cell where Shockwave trapped her, starvation claiming her. A growl vibrated through her voicebox as her optics started to flicker to a hungry ember. Her rings started to give off hyper flashes, meaning she was angry.
It would be nice to slash my claws against his armor. It's what he deserves.
"Hey, rookie. You okay?"
Galaxy shook her helm and blinked, her optics now back to blue. She glanced behind her and noticed she was a few feet ahead of the Autobots. She had the habit of moving forward even when deep in thought, which was actually more normal than she previously assumed. A part of her wanted to say no, but knew not to cause any more worry to the other members.
"D-don't worry. Just thinking about stuff. Heheh..." She smiled at them, but not without letting some nervousness show on her faceplates.
Smokescreen frowned in concern at her, but Wheeljack broke the silence. "All right, kids. I found an Energon signature, but it's all the way up... there."
Pointing the scanner to a rocky wall, the icy blue crystals of Energon glowed - right in the crease between the wall and the ceiling. Smokescreen groaned inwardly.
"Of all the places for it to grow... Now how are we supposed to ge-"
The sounds of claws extracting interrupted the mech's complaining as Galaxy silently flew up to the crystal bunch and started to slash at the rocky surface, quickly digging the Energon out.
Both mechs stared at her, then at each other. "Well, ain't she a helper?" The Wrecker chuckled.
If there was one thing Starscream felt at that moment, it would be... pissed.
It was like the Decepticons wouldn't function properly even if Unicron himself crushed every single one of their stupid frames and forced them to use their helms for once.
Unfortunately, when you want something done right... You had to do it yourself...
So, with some Vehicons in tow, the Decepticon leader headed down to where the Energon was supposedly growing deep in the disgusting, dirty cave.
While walking through the cave, Starscream growled at the lack of information from Shockwave. The scientist said he would give him more intel on who was inside that escape pod, and yet... Starscream received nothing.
The seeker started to question if he was actually hiding anything from the new Decepticon leader. If he was...
Well... He will be spoken to, with force if needed.
Back with the bots, Galaxy floated down on the ground with the Energon bunch in her arms. Smokescreen pumped his fist in the air and cheered, Wheeljack patting Galaxy on the back, gently because of her wings.
The faint vibrations from the far Cons' pedsteps made Galaxy perk up, and look in the direction of a misty opening in the cave. She narrowed her optics and growled, the two mechs looking confused in the same direction.
"What is it? Is someone coming?" Smokescreen asked, squinting his optics to try to see through the thick mist.
Raising one of her servos, Galaxy fired one laser blast and they all watched as it flew through the mist...
...and it hit its shrieking target.
"Gyahh! Intruders! Get them!" Starscream's voice echoed loudly in the cave as the sounds of transformation signified that the Decepticons were coming.
"Well, rookie! It's time for your first battle! Good luck!" Wheeljack grinned at Galaxy before whipping out his katanas and dashing toward the group of Vehicons and the seeker maniac.
... Huh?
Galaxy stood still as a statue, blinking. Wait... we're actually fighting now?
"Galaxy, snap out of it! Fight!" Smokescreen yelled, flipping over a Vehicon and slashing his arms off before firing at his helm with his blaster.
Forcing her protoform to move, the Predacon femme then transformed into her Predacon form; black and pink armor and a black/purple mane that framed her helm. Her blue horns and aqua and fuschia rings shone as she stretched her wings, picking up the Energon crystals inside her mouth and making her wings create a gust of wind that crashed some of the Decepticons into the rocky walls.
"A femme Predacon?! I thought all of those monsters left Cybertron...! How did this one survive?!" Starscream shrieked/questioned aloud, yelping as he missed a strike from Galaxy's spiked gray and purple tail.
Wheeljack smirked behind his battle mask and sliced a Con soldier in half as he twirled his katanas and put them back into their holders. "Expect the unexpected, 'Scream!"
Still having the crystals in her mouth, Galaxy charged toward the seeker with an attempt to give a lasting blow. But as she was about to claw at him, Starscream managed to dodge and claw at the left side of her face, breaking the two rings and damaging her left horns, but thankfully not her audio receptors. She roared in muffled pain as she bit down on the crystals, but not enough to break them.
"Galaxy!" Smokescreen shouted, the seeker lord cackling. "Let that be a warning to you, pet. No one gets a lasting hit but me, Lord Starscream!"
Enraged, Smokescreen fired blasts at the seeker, two of them managing to hit him. Seething, 'Scream yelled, "You won't be seeing the last of me!"
He ran off and transformed, rocketing out of the cave. The Wrecker and ex-Guard watched him go before rushing back to Galaxy.
She was back in her femme form, hunched over on her knees and slightly shaking, with a servo on her left side of her helm. Since the rings holding up her hair broke, she now had one bun on the right side, while her entire left side was covered by shimmery black "hair".
Smokescreen knelt down beside her and tried to see the damage, while Wheeljack did his best to contact the base.
They all had a feeling Arcee would be more than furious that Screamy managed to hurt Galaxy.
Hello, guys! HAPPY (LATE) NEW YEAR!!
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