. ˚✧ "No, you're staying close to me.
My job is to protect you."
"Yeah, well, I'll stay close to you while I kick aft. Now let's go!"
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 a free-spirited princess and a determined soldier embark on an adventure that spirals into...
Everyone when you see the final scene of Bumblebee in this chapter: :𝖮
LIKE IM FALLING OUT OF MY BED RN. IM ROLLINGGGG.
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 '𝖻𝖾𝖾, 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖿, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗒 𝗂𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗌'
✶ ✶ ✶
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 restless in their search for Eclipse. They had combed the city not once or twice, but five times only to turn up with nothing.
While Iaconians and any other bots staying in the city were left in the dark of her disappearance, Autobots who weren't on duty were scrambling to find her. Between Autobot responsibilities and trying to find her, a tense atmosphere fell over Iacon.
Their efforts were proving to be useless, so a meeting was called to figure out what their next move would be; however, instead of their usual formal setting, it was filled with chattering voices layered over one another. Question after question was thrown out, but no answers were given.
Tesla stood at the end of the table, on the outside appearing as though she was a concerned guardian with her servos fidgeting in front of herself. If she had disappeared, suspicion would arise and they'd connect the dots. She had to keep them off of her trail for as long as possible.
"Do we tell the citizens?" One of the bot's voices could be heard shouting over the rest.
"No."
"They could help search."
"No, it would cause unnecessary panic. Remember what happened when Skywing offlined?"
"That's presuming she's offline."
"She's not, it could very well be another one of her sneaking off situations without telling anyone."
Ironhide defended the femme immediately, "No, she wouldn't have left this long. She's a troublemaker, sure, but she knows what lines to push and when to push them." He knew something was wrong, just as well as everyone else did. He was tired of a few trying to be optimistic about a situation that had clearly gone to scrap. Debating about it wasn't going to get them anywhere closer to finding her.
"Did anyone speak with her last dark-cycle after I did?" Optimus interrupted the conversation before it could get too heated. He was worried about the femme even though he didn't show it very well.
Tesla nodded, "I spoke to her, but left when she said she was going to recharge." Her lie went unnoticed, flying right over their helms.
Ratchet, who had been staring at the table in thought as he listened to the conversations happening around him, looked up seriously, "B-127."
