FUCK OFF

THE MECH glanced over to where she indicated before reaching over to weigh it carefully, tossing in the air playfully. “Of course, of course.” Like he had seen in the HUMAN movies, Hot Rod offered a grandiose bow, servo outstretched with the piece of scrap as an offering. “I can’t wait to see what you’ve done to this BLASTER. Although, it won’t be good as my Time Blaster.” He patted the weapon with assurance, faceplates shifting to show a smile.

            “You’re right.” She stood, dusting herself off, and lifted the blaster. It was a little too big for her, clearly built more for a MINIBOT than any human, but still she held it up. She shifted its weight, planted her feet, and fired off three shots. After a moment, she grinned. “It’s better.”

BUZZED LAUGHTER, the shifting plates indicative of his mirth, servos lowered && their path diverted to settle comfortably on cocked hips. “I was MERELY informing you of the… mess. No need to use crude vernacular for a good deed done on my part.”

“Mon ami, you appear to have a little– a little something over there.” A digit unfurled to gesture around the faceplates VAGUELY, optics brightening to reveal his amusement.

“I mean. Megatron kinda… was a genocidal warlord responsible for billions of deaths and the decimation of our entire planet and almost our entire species,” he pointed out quietly, fingers pressed together as he continued to scowl at the ceiling. “So, I mean. I get why he’s upset about the whole … thing. We kinda all are. But that doesn’t excuse the Tailgate and Cyclonus incident or for ditchin’ us to the DJD, no.”

He was still dealing with flashbacks about them, and the fight and everything else. And Skids. Skids. That was a blow, for sure. Swerve’s visor dimmed for a moment, processor spinning in circles about nothing in particular.

“Kinda wanna get back to Cybertron, though. Not to stay or anything but – there’s, uh. Some people who are probably worried as hell after that transmission we sent.”

          It was then Leah’s demeanor seemed to change. A smile curved her lips, though there was no LIGHT behind her eyes. She clasped her hands in front of her as something waged beneath the surface. A bit of anger, bit of sympathy, and a whole LOT of betrayal. And as much as she wanted to snap at Swerve and remind him of everyone’s guilt, instead she swallowed the bitterness clawing at her throat and replied with,

“Cool motive. Still murder, betrayal, and a whole lot of other BULLSHIT.”

Okay, not the best thing to say, but certainly better than describing in INTIMATE detail what she wanted to do to that traitor. Her eyes shifted to the window, glancing at the stars, the darkness, the galaxies that had become her home. Millions of miles of nothing, and still better than earth. The humor was not lost on her.

🐢  ❝             leah you didn’t ..              ❞ he mumbled, giving her a small look. ❝             ‘jus you bein alive at this point is a present, leah.               ❞  

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