. ˚✧ "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...
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐘 '𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌'
✶ ✶ ✶
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 to a canvas painted with oranges and pinks when they arrived back at the junkyard, and with Cade pulling to the side before entering to talk to the chief of the reservation nearby, the other Autobots drove right passed him.
Eclipse followed the four ahead of her through an aisle of junkie cars; however, she stopped midway to let the girl inside her alt climb out to hide for a few until things cooled down. The irritation she felt with the sparkling-sitters along with the impending conversation Bumblebee was going to have with Nova was not long forgotten.
Eclipse transformed only to duck just in time for a grenade to fly over her helm, a brief explosion going off behind her kicking up a cloud of dust
When she straightened back up, she shot a look at the culprit who cringed from a distance as they were met with her scolding glare.
Arcee merely pointed her digit nonchalantly at Drift who raised his servos in surrender with the pin dangling between one of his digits, "Sorry, I was trying to take it back... It slipped."
She vented but waved a dismissive servo. She had other things to deal with that didn't involve Drift's butter-digits.
Cade pulled in then, parking his jeep amongst the junkie cars before striding back into camp. He looked over toward Drift and threw his arms into the air, "Hey! We're guests here!" He was not happy with the accidental explosion, but it wasn't the first thing to bug him in the past few hours.
Arcee noticed, "You got into some scrap?"
"Yeah, neck deep." The male huffed as he stomped by.
Eclipse stood beside her sparkmate and Nova, glaring at the bots doing their own things around the area, "Hey, did no one take notice that Nova was gone?"
Elita snapped her helm up from what she was doing, used to tuning out the shenanigans going on around her, "What?!"
Her helm then whipped around to Bluestreak and Sunstreaker, "Weren't you two watching her?"
Bumblebee deadpanned, "You put those two... in charge of that?"
"No," She corrected, glaring harder at two mechs, "Bluestreak insisted on taking her to race away from the cars a little way off, and I wasn't aware Sunstreaker even left the camp."
All optics turned to the sheepish mechs, looking anywhere but the ones upset with them. Bluestreak was a tad more obvious with his guilt, as though it weren't clear enough who was at fault for a situation that almost got her killed.
Bluestreak, of course, was first to sputter out a rambled confession, "I swear I didn't mean for anything to happen. We really were just racing, but then Sunstreaker came over and was being..." He side-eyed him but dodged the colorful words he'd use to describe the mech, "And we weren't paying attention—"
