The Forgotten Femme

“I-I had a nightmare…” Beta stuttered as she kept clinging onto him once again even if he took her off. She just clung onto his torso anyways. Her arms were wrapped around him. Her frame was shaking it seemed. She must’ve been really spooked or something.

Trion petted her back and made a soothing noise. “Ah, I see.” He murmured softly. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and snuggled her a moment. “It must have been frightening to upset you so much, I haven’t met a tougher fem than you since Elita, and Chromia. Here lets head into the lounge, you can recharge on the couch in there where it is well lit.” He reasoned.

“I-It felt real…I-it was about when we were battling the Quintessons together. Th-they took you and I-I was responsible for a-all of it. They even blamed me on your death and had me guilty….” Beta mumbled while she continued to cling onto him like a child. She was really terrified of those damn Quintessons. Slimy little glitches! Her frame was visibly seen shaking at this point.

“Hey now, you’re safe. The war is long over. Besides, you know how often they tried, and failed to snuff me.” Trion shushed her again. “It’s alright.”

Beta sighed shakily and nodded as she tried to calm down. Eventually she did as she yawned while wiping her optics. She kept clinging onto him in fear of losing him. “I apologize…I-I just keep getting these odd Quintesson dreams lately. I’m not sure why.” She frowned at him. “Could it mean something?”

“It’s fine, Beta.” He hugged her back again. He reached into his subspace and pulled out a polishing cloth for her to dab her optics with. “No need to apologize, nightmares happen.” He eased them to sit on the double wide couch. “It could be, but I highly doubt it. Those were traumatic times. I admit you haven’t had the night terrors in a while, but that does not mean you can’t ever relapse into them.”

“I thought I had gotten over it but it seems I am not.” Beta frowned more as she took the cloth and wiped her optics. She sniffled softly and put it down on her lap the she proceeded to lay back against the sofa. “What if this is a sign they are coming back? Or worse when they come back what if they start another war?!” She shivered at the thought. “What if they grab you when I’m asleep?! I must keep my vow up to protect you.” She declared with a huff but continued to look scared.

“I-I had a nightmare…” Beta stuttered as she kept clinging onto him once again even if he took her off. She just clung onto his torso anyways. Her arms were wrapped around him. Her frame was shaking it seemed. She must’ve been really spooked or something.

Trion petted her back and made a soothing noise. “Ah, I see.” He murmured softly. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and snuggled her a moment. “It must have been frightening to upset you so much, I haven’t met a tougher fem than you since Elita, and Chromia. Here lets head into the lounge, you can recharge on the couch in there where it is well lit.” He reasoned.

“I-It felt real…I-it was about when we were battling the Quintessons together. Th-they took you and I-I was responsible for a-all of it. They even blamed me on your death and had me guilty….” Beta mumbled while she continued to cling onto him like a child. She was really terrified of those damn Quintessons. Slimy little glitches! Her frame was visibly seen shaking at this point.

“Hey now, you’re safe. The war is long over. Besides, you know how often they tried, and failed to snuff me.” Trion shushed her again. “It’s alright.”

Beta sighed shakily and nodded as she tried to calm down. Eventually she did as she yawned while wiping her optics. She kept clinging onto him in fear of losing him. “I apologize...I-I just keep getting these odd Quintesson dreams lately. I’m not sure why.” She frowned at him. “Could it mean something?”

“I-I had a nightmare…” Beta stuttered as she kept clinging onto him once again even if he took her off. She just clung onto his torso anyways. Her arms were wrapped around him. Her frame was shaking it seemed. She must’ve been really spooked or something.

Trion petted her back and made a soothing noise. “Ah, I see.” He murmured softly. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders and snuggled her a moment. “It must have been frightening to upset you so much, I haven’t met a tougher fem than you since Elita, and Chromia. Here lets head into the lounge, you can recharge on the couch in there where it is well lit.” He reasoned.

“I-It felt real...I-it was about when we were battling the Quintessons together. Th-they took you and I-I was responsible for a-all of it. They even blamed me on your death and had me guilty....” Beta mumbled while she continued to cling onto him like a child. She was really terrified of those damn Quintessons. Slimy little glitches! Her frame was visibly seen shaking at this point.

“I-I had a nightmare...” Beta stuttered as she kept clinging onto him once again even if he took her off. She just clung onto his torso anyways. Her arms were wrapped around him. Her frame was shaking it seemed. She must’ve been really spooked or something.

“My my, Beta, no need to shout. Everything echoes in this place.” Trion chuckled from down one of the aisles. He appeared with an empty container. “Oh they did come in, I just finished putting away the returns.” Trion chortled like an old dragon over a new addition to his hoard. “You needn’t hang around here with a dusty old sod like me, you know.” He greedily pawed through the new additions. “I know you feel like you need to hang around, but why choose to stay here and not take up that Prowl feller on work spec techs? You are a bit over qualified to be a book pusher like me.”

“Well if you did not disappear on me almost five times today without telling me I would not have to.” Beta scoffed lightly at the mech as shehad taken a seat at the table where she had placed the books on and faced Alpha. “Prowl? Did you just—“ She giggled softly then watched him go through the books. “I am surprised you even brought him up. I would go but Prowl’s a bit of a slagger plus I accidentally shot him in the foot with an arrow one time… I doubt he’ll let me in after that….” the femme muttered in shame and shifted awkwardly while eyeing the crossbow gun on her back. “Besides, right here is where I belong. With you in the Hall of Records. Perhaps it is where I am meant to stay since no other job has taken me.” She sighed heavily with a frown on her face. “The Hall of Records is like my home.” She then smiled at the thought.

“Aye, lass. But Prowl wouldn’t have asked if he cared about the arrow to the foot incident.” Trion hefted up the container of book files. “And no other place of employment has taken you, cause you haven’t applied.” Trion set the container down on his desk next to the massive pile of clutter. “I know how you feel, lass. And this place will always be open to you. I’ll always be here. But you can’t spend the rest of yer life attached to me. I know we worked real hard and did a lot together when we were younger, but even then I was an old mech when you were a new bitty. Are you really content to live out your days here?”

“But someone has gotta keep you in line!” Beta protested with a knowing smirk on her lips. “And I did too apply! …to one.” She muttered while taking out an app she actually applied to and threw the paper on the table for him to look at. It seemed like she had crumbled it up before. “See there! Denied!” There was a big red stamp on it that said denied. She huffed and crossed her arms, pouting as she turned away from him. “I am certain!” She gave an affirmative nod of the helm. “Maybe I’ll even become an archivist like you one day.” She smirked wider at him all of the sudden. “Maybe even better.” She spoke a bit cocky, snickering while sticking out her glossa at him playfully.

Trion lifted a optic ridge and wandered over to see the denied application. He looked at the data sheet then back at Beta with the most unimpressed look. “You applied, for a confection artisan. Beta! You don’t even know how to make rust sticks without burning them! This application requires you to have a degree!” He face palmed. “Oh no, you are much too much a pain in the aft to be dealing with books! You get bored after filing the late returns!” Trion huffed. He stuck his glossa back out at her. “Why not crystal carving in Praxus or something, you love working with crystals.” He bemoaned in exasperation.

“Because I thought I could’ve learnt how to do it properly!” Beta reasoned. “I’ve burnt down the house only once while making them! …..okay maybe twice but I could’ve learned better!” She argued and rolled her optics, scoffing. “Well I—“ She tried to come up with an excuse for the books but ended up just nodding and agreeing. “Okay, okay, there I’m not going to lie fliling is boring as frag.” She giggled to herself as she looked at him. “I think I have the attention span of a scraplet….” she mumbled while rubbing her helm in thoughts. Though the second he mentioned crystals her optics shot open and beamed in wonder and sparkled. “Crystals?!” She then cleared her throat and looked all serious again. “But that’s too far away from you.” She frowned deeply, not wanting to leave him.

Trion lifted a brow. “Beta. It wouldn’t hurt you to act your age.” He rolled his optics. “You are not youngling anymore. You are getting up there in the years, but you have so much more you could do with your life. And sticking around here I fear is stunting your growth.” He gestured to the archives. “I understand wanting to stick close to your friends, but I can’t continue to look after you and keep you out of trouble.” He shook his head. “You rely on me far too much, and I fear I have been an enabler in that fact. That’s on me.” He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nasal ridge. “You’re a very dear friend to me Beta, but you spend far too much time around here. I was going to wait to tell you, but I have been asked to organize and set up a new hall of records in Tetrahex. I will be leaving in a decaorn.”

“My my, Beta, no need to shout. Everything echoes in this place.” Trion chuckled from down one of the aisles. He appeared with an empty container. “Oh they did come in, I just finished putting away the returns.” Trion chortled like an old dragon over a new addition to his hoard. “You needn’t hang around here with a dusty old sod like me, you know.” He greedily pawed through the new additions. “I know you feel like you need to hang around, but why choose to stay here and not take up that Prowl feller on work spec techs? You are a bit over qualified to be a book pusher like me.”

“Well if you did not disappear on me almost five times today without telling me I would not have to.” Beta scoffed lightly at the mech as shehad taken a seat at the table where she had placed the books on and faced Alpha. “Prowl? Did you just—“ She giggled softly then watched him go through the books. “I am surprised you even brought him up. I would go but Prowl’s a bit of a slagger plus I accidentally shot him in the foot with an arrow one time… I doubt he’ll let me in after that….” the femme muttered in shame and shifted awkwardly while eyeing the crossbow gun on her back. “Besides, right here is where I belong. With you in the Hall of Records. Perhaps it is where I am meant to stay since no other job has taken me.” She sighed heavily with a frown on her face. “The Hall of Records is like my home.” She then smiled at the thought.

“Aye, lass. But Prowl wouldn’t have asked if he cared about the arrow to the foot incident.” Trion hefted up the container of book files. “And no other place of employment has taken you, cause you haven’t applied.” Trion set the container down on his desk next to the massive pile of clutter. “I know how you feel, lass. And this place will always be open to you. I’ll always be here. But you can’t spend the rest of yer life attached to me. I know we worked real hard and did a lot together when we were younger, but even then I was an old mech when you were a new bitty. Are you really content to live out your days here?”

“But someone has gotta keep you in line!” Beta protested with a knowing smirk on her lips. “And I did too apply! …to one.” She muttered while taking out an app she actually applied to and threw the paper on the table for him to look at. It seemed like she had crumbled it up before. “See there! Denied!” There was a big red stamp on it that said denied. She huffed and crossed her arms, pouting as she turned away from him. “I am certain!” She gave an affirmative nod of the helm. “Maybe I’ll even become an archivist like you one day.” She smirked wider at him all of the sudden. “Maybe even better.” She spoke a bit cocky, snickering while sticking out her glossa at him playfully.

Trion lifted a optic ridge and wandered over to see the denied application. He looked at the data sheet then back at Beta with the most unimpressed look. “You applied, for a confection artisan. Beta! You don’t even know how to make rust sticks without burning them! This application requires you to have a degree!” He face palmed. “Oh no, you are much too much a pain in the aft to be dealing with books! You get bored after filing the late returns!” Trion huffed. He stuck his glossa back out at her. “Why not crystal carving in Praxus or something, you love working with crystals.” He bemoaned in exasperation.

“Because I thought I could’ve learnt how to do it properly!” Beta reasoned. “I’ve burnt down the house only once while making them! …..okay maybe twice but I could’ve learned better!” She argued and rolled her optics, scoffing. “Well I—“ She tried to come up with an excuse for the books but ended up just nodding and agreeing. “Okay, okay, there I’m not going to lie fliling is boring as frag.” She giggled to herself as she looked at him. “I think I have the attention span of a scraplet….” she mumbled while rubbing her helm in thoughts. Though the second he mentioned crystals her optics shot open and beamed in wonder and sparkled. “Crystals?!” She then cleared her throat and looked all serious again. “But that’s too far away from you.” She frowned deeply, not wanting to leave him.

Trion lifted a brow. “Beta. It wouldn’t hurt you to act your age.” He rolled his optics. “You are not youngling anymore. You are getting up there in the years, but you have so much more you could do with your life. And sticking around here I fear is stunting your growth.” He gestured to the archives. “I understand wanting to stick close to your friends, but I can’t continue to look after you and keep you out of trouble.” He shook his head. “You rely on me far too much, and I fear I have been an enabler in that fact. That’s on me.” He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nasal ridge. “You’re a very dear friend to me Beta, but you spend far too much time around here. I was going to wait to tell you, but I have been asked to organize and set up a new hall of records in Tetrahex. I will be leaving in a decaorn.”

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“My my, Beta, no need to shout. Everything echoes in this place.” Trion chuckled from down one of the aisles. He appeared with an empty container. “Oh they did come in, I just finished putting away the returns.” Trion chortled like an old dragon over a new addition to his hoard. “You needn’t hang around here with a dusty old sod like me, you know.” He greedily pawed through the new additions. “I know you feel like you need to hang around, but why choose to stay here and not take up that Prowl feller on work spec techs? You are a bit over qualified to be a book pusher like me.”

“Well if you did not disappear on me almost five times today without telling me I would not have to.” Beta scoffed lightly at the mech as shehad taken a seat at the table where she had placed the books on and faced Alpha. “Prowl? Did you just—“ She giggled softly then watched him go through the books. “I am surprised you even brought him up. I would go but Prowl’s a bit of a slagger plus I accidentally shot him in the foot with an arrow one time… I doubt he’ll let me in after that….” the femme muttered in shame and shifted awkwardly while eyeing the crossbow gun on her back. “Besides, right here is where I belong. With you in the Hall of Records. Perhaps it is where I am meant to stay since no other job has taken me.” She sighed heavily with a frown on her face. “The Hall of Records is like my home.” She then smiled at the thought.

“Aye, lass. But Prowl wouldn’t have asked if he cared about the arrow to the foot incident.” Trion hefted up the container of book files. “And no other place of employment has taken you, cause you haven’t applied.” Trion set the container down on his desk next to the massive pile of clutter. “I know how you feel, lass. And this place will always be open to you. I’ll always be here. But you can’t spend the rest of yer life attached to me. I know we worked real hard and did a lot together when we were younger, but even then I was an old mech when you were a new bitty. Are you really content to live out your days here?”

“But someone has gotta keep you in line!” Beta protested with a knowing smirk on her lips. “And I did too apply! …to one.” She muttered while taking out an app she actually applied to and threw the paper on the table for him to look at. It seemed like she had crumbled it up before. “See there! Denied!” There was a big red stamp on it that said denied. She huffed and crossed her arms, pouting as she turned away from him. “I am certain!” She gave an affirmative nod of the helm. “Maybe I’ll even become an archivist like you one day.” She smirked wider at him all of the sudden. “Maybe even better.” She spoke a bit cocky, snickering while sticking out her glossa at him playfully.

Trion lifted a optic ridge and wandered over to see the denied application. He looked at the data sheet then back at Beta with the most unimpressed look. “You applied, for a confection artisan. Beta! You don’t even know how to make rust sticks without burning them! This application requires you to have a degree!” He face palmed. “Oh no, you are much too much a pain in the aft to be dealing with books! You get bored after filing the late returns!” Trion huffed. He stuck his glossa back out at her. “Why not crystal carving in Praxus or something, you love working with crystals.” He bemoaned in exasperation.

“Because I thought I could’ve learnt how to do it properly!” Beta reasoned. “I’ve burnt down the house only once while making them! .....okay maybe twice but I could’ve learned better!” She argued and rolled her optics, scoffing. “Well I—“ She tried to come up with an excuse for the books but ended up just nodding and agreeing. “Okay, okay, there I’m not going to lie fliling is boring as frag.” She giggled to herself as she looked at him. “I think I have the attention span of a scraplet....” she mumbled while rubbing her helm in thoughts. Though the second he mentioned crystals her optics shot open and beamed in wonder and sparkled. “Crystals?!” She then cleared her throat and looked all serious again. “But that’s too far away from you.” She frowned deeply, not wanting to leave him.

“My my, Beta, no need to shout. Everything echoes in this place.” Trion chuckled from down one of the aisles. He appeared with an empty container. “Oh they did come in, I just finished putting away the returns.” Trion chortled like an old dragon over a new addition to his hoard. “You needn’t hang around here with a dusty old sod like me, you know.” He greedily pawed through the new additions. “I know you feel like you need to hang around, but why choose to stay here and not take up that Prowl feller on work spec techs? You are a bit over qualified to be a book pusher like me.”

“Well if you did not disappear on me almost five times today without telling me I would not have to.” Beta scoffed lightly at the mech as shehad taken a seat at the table where she had placed the books on and faced Alpha. “Prowl? Did you just—“ She giggled softly then watched him go through the books. “I am surprised you even brought him up. I would go but Prowl’s a bit of a slagger plus I accidentally shot him in the foot with an arrow one time… I doubt he’ll let me in after that….” the femme muttered in shame and shifted awkwardly while eyeing the crossbow gun on her back. “Besides, right here is where I belong. With you in the Hall of Records. Perhaps it is where I am meant to stay since no other job has taken me.” She sighed heavily with a frown on her face. “The Hall of Records is like my home.” She then smiled at the thought.

“Aye, lass. But Prowl wouldn’t have asked if he cared about the arrow to the foot incident.” Trion hefted up the container of book files. “And no other place of employment has taken you, cause you haven’t applied.” Trion set the container down on his desk next to the massive pile of clutter. “I know how you feel, lass. And this place will always be open to you. I’ll always be here. But you can’t spend the rest of yer life attached to me. I know we worked real hard and did a lot together when we were younger, but even then I was an old mech when you were a new bitty. Are you really content to live out your days here?”

“But someone has gotta keep you in line!” Beta protested with a knowing smirk on her lips. “And I did too apply! ...to one.” She muttered while taking out an app she actually applied to and threw the paper on the table for him to look at. It seemed like she had crumbled it up before. “See there! Denied!” There was a big red stamp on it that said denied. She huffed and crossed her arms, pouting as she turned away from him. “I am certain!” She gave an affirmative nod of the helm. “Maybe I’ll even become an archivist like you one day.” She smirked wider at him all of the sudden. “Maybe even better.” She spoke a bit cocky, snickering while sticking out her glossa at him playfully.

“My my, Beta, no need to shout. Everything echoes in this place.” Trion chuckled from down one of the aisles. He appeared with an empty container. “Oh they did come in, I just finished putting away the returns.” Trion chortled like an old dragon over a new addition to his hoard. “You needn’t hang around here with a dusty old sod like me, you know.” He greedily pawed through the new additions. “I know you feel like you need to hang around, but why choose to stay here and not take up that Prowl feller on work spec techs? You are a bit over qualified to be a book pusher like me.”

“Well if you did not disappear on me almost five times today without telling me I would not have to.” Beta scoffed lightly at the mech as shehad taken a seat at the table where she had placed the books on and faced Alpha. “Prowl? Did you just—“ She giggled softly then watched him go through the books. “I am surprised you even brought him up. I would go but Prowl’s a bit of a slagger plus I accidentally shot him in the foot with an arrow one time... I doubt he’ll let me in after that....” the femme muttered in shame and shifted awkwardly while eyeing the crossbow gun on her back. “Besides, right here is where I belong. With you in the Hall of Records. Perhaps it is where I am meant to stay since no other job has taken me.” She sighed heavily with a frown on her face. “The Hall of Records is like my home.” She then smiled at the thought.