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SteelStorm sat in the passenger's seat, servos clasped together in her lap, right leg crossed over the left, the leg fidgeted up and down to try and ease the nervousness going through her system. She felt her spark pounding in her chassis and her denta biting her lower derma. Wheeljack sat leisurely in the driver's seat, one arm on the arm-rest while the other loosely steered the ship through the organic planet's atmosphere.
The former Wrecker ex-vented, slowly shaking his helm before turning to face the ruby-opticed femme, "Calm down, you're as jittery as a cybercat. Knowing Bulkhead he'll probably vouch for you since I trust ya."
Her dermas pressed into a thin line, "That's... Not exactly what I'm worried about." The ex-Decepticon heir still had no clue on what words to use in order to ease the information to the pyrokinetic.
"Well, whatever you're worried about better ease off your gears in about five kliks. We're almost at the coordinates Doc Bot supplied," Wheeljack quipped. He pointed at a small holographic screen that sat between the two seats. It showed the ship as a red dot following a light blue dotted path. Up ahead was a green dot, indicating the end of the road trip.
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