Star Wars x Transformers crossover: A crash to good

Chapter 16: CLOAK OF DARKNESS

Chromia didn't like this that much initially, but there were a few reasons this could it be better.

This mission she is on has been described as a large importance that they wanted her here as her expertise in being a guard before would greatly make sure this transfer to justice would roll smoothly and to sweeten the deal the Chancellor himself proposed to them personally that if she can deal with this one then the Rescue Bots-in-training can get the training they needed.

She absolutely despised how this man would take advantage of them and use it against them. She wishes how she can smack clean that smile of his face always plastered there 24/7. It's only just a clear facade in order to hide his goals. To what it is, she doesn't know. But she's watching him every time he is nearby. She just doesn't trust him. That man could've already helped them off this galaxy and have them set for an alliance already. Even though she's no expert in politics, she is in the military and sees and hears and learns about all these operations and the daily life of these beaurcrats. More stingy about this galaxy, she is getting. There's absolutely no way a government that's lasted this long to Chromia is already losing to a weakly propped one out where they somehow have financial support and military backing. No, she thinks they are hiding stuff from them that they need to know, and if push comes to shove, then she'll be sure that she'll figure it out and call them out. No one here other than her might have this suspicion. She can share it with her comrades, and they know that her suspicions might be correct they just have to wait and see.

Ironhide then walks into the room to pick her up to take out for the brief but sees clearly she is bothered by something.

"A newly-cast washer for your thoughts." Asks Ironhide, she stands and follows him out the huge room.

One of the reasons she came here, other than the Rescue Bots-in-training finally being able to be on track to graduate, is Ironhide. As he is volunteering to support her in this mission, lobbying for more success on this mission. With their time together, they know how each are and if anything goes wrong, then they'll know how to deal with it, even though Chromia denies it to anyone outside her circle, that her very, very close friend with benefits will always be someone to fall back to, and frankly she needs someone to be comfortable with, she can't be strong all the time.

"Well, where did that come from. Bot of iron." Says Chromia a little seductivly tracing a finger on the chestplate of her, again, very, very close friend with benefits.

"Well~" He says a bit closer. "Probably because he saw you in a bad mood from kilometers away, and seeing me is probably the only thing that heals that 100-yard stare creeping through our hollowed out areas."

"Oh, yes, Ironhide. I'm your healer." Now closer than before, faces and platting even less inches apart, then inches turning to centimeters then millimeters, finally into nanometers, and those nanometers meaning there's no more space between then no longer, their faces touching and lips mewling on each others with hidden passion. Hidden because they still want a reputation to uphold, besides the Autobots and Decepticons already knowing of their uncommon relationship. They just don't do it as often as the average sparkmates or friends with benefits. They want to be their own unique and powerful sparkmates, on their own terms, and their own desires. In such a place and universe of where they can do it, all relaxed and not bothered at all by evil forces, or unexpected long-term situations, new enemies, injured parts, transplanted parts, and more. No, it's only Ironhide, the grizzled old veteran who has years of roughness but a big heart to hear, see, and show all. Chromia, the guardian, both physically and mentally, always tries to seal her emotions away from all, not wanting to show traces of weakness she's afraid of. A reclusive spark, but one that can be penetrated by the ones who try to truly know her, revealing its overflowing contents of care, love, kindness, and all other gushy stuff that make her not an inanimate object. Optimus... Windblade... Elita-1... and Ironhide. How she yearns for someone who understands her and is so much like her. A friend, onto friends, onto sparks. She wants a happy life.