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“Yeah, and if you think I’m givin’ you ANY CLUE to my identity, birdbrain, you got a whole ‘nother thing comin’ to you. ‘Cause, ha, neither of y’all fucks are gettin’ outta here with that beauty.”
Still, she tossed the energon bomb to Pharma, her eyes now focused on the scared shitless Seeker that had decided to go for the relic. Dark eyes rolled as, once again, Leah dipped into her bag. She had a number of weapons, and her stockpile had only grown since joining with Starscream. An energon bomb here, a few energon weapons there. But her favorite was the cute little My First Blaster™ that Starscream had given her.
Of course, it had only become her favorite AFTER she had stabbed those damned speakers a few times. She knew how to shoot, dammit; she didn’t need some peppy little gun mock-praising a half-decent shot. She just needed it to shoot.
When the Seeker hit the rocks and sent them scattering, Leah knew she had her choice. She fired off one, two, three different shots at Moonwing, all the while keeping her eyes on the prize. That little armor was going to be hers. She was going to take it home, show it off, and then use it to kick some giant robot ass. Hell, she might as well throw a few shots in at the Autobot as well, just to remind him who was boss.
After a moment or two of debating, the human did just that. She tilted the gun back towards DocBot, and sent two shots aimed straight at him as well. Might as well. She was either going to die her, or escape with that armor. Might as well have some FUN with it.
He transformed one of the chainsaws back to a hand long enough to catch it and plant it in the rock to blow that thing like an entire fireworks factory. That rock was going to be split like a split energon roll, without the delicious energon butter to go with it. Damn it, thinking about pre-war food made him long for even a little energon in some way. Curse his infatuation with the days of ancient Vos...
When he saw her whip out the blaster, he felt a sick chill and gave a cold look, revving his chainsaw. That was his way of warning her not to commit treachery while he was trusting her. And that took a lot--for him to dare trust her enough. He didn't dare open his trust easily after the incidents in Delphi. That wasn't something you did after all the torture, all the death, all the horror...
No, he told himself he wasn't going to dwell on it.
His optics seemed to pin when she fired off shots at him, one seeming to catch him right in the place that would blind him. Well, at least she hadn't shot him from behind but a face-shot was not exactly being polite. He seemed to clutch his face and curse at her vehemently before he finally spoke something that at least would seem coherent to a human. "YOU CURSED WRETCH! IF I FIND YOU WITHOUT ARMOR, YOU WILL BE SCRAPED OFF THE BOTTOM OF MY FOOT NEXT TIME I SEE YOU!"
Poor Moonwing was about to learn the hard way never to turn her back to an enemy, and to never underestimate a human. The moment her heavy frame plowed through the rocks and send the Apex Armour skidding was the moment Leah’s shots landed -- one to her shoulder, another to one of her legs, and the final across her wing. Having never taken an injury directly to her sensitive wings before, the young seeker’s shriek of agony was nothing short of ear-and-audio-sensor-splitting. She went down for the second time in ten minutes, and this time she stayed down.
She knew that the fight (if it could even be termed as such) was over for her then, for with the pain racing across her wings and down her spinal strut was enough to incapacitate her and keep her from claiming the relic. She was reluctant to move for fear of making herself a bigger target and for jostling the now-smoking wounds the human had given her. She trembled and whimpered, her optics swimming with coolant tears, and kept her head low in hopes that neither of them would come back to snuff her spark for good.
The human! Where had the human gotten a blaster?! It should have pleased her to see it be turned on the Autobot doctor as the temporary alliance dissolved, but it didn’t. All Moonwing really wanted to do then was go home, where there was no pain or humans or Autobots to harm her, and where there was no impending threat of punishment for her resounding failure. It was a pity that no such place existed for her.
As soon as the shots were fired, they landed, and Leah felt a smile curve her lips. That was that, then. Her patience had paid off. Her waiting and planning and everything else had finally come into fruition, and now the Apex Armor was hers.
Huh. Maybe there was something to this whole “waiting” thing. Or maybe this was just luck. Either way, she wasn’t going to admit to Starscream that she had taken his advice. That would be admitting that he was right, and admitting that she was wrong. And Leah Rhemer was not wrong; she was never wrong. Sometimes, she just… needed a different way of doing thing.
Keeping the blaster at ready, she started towards the Armor that was hers to claim. All the while, her mind was on what she would do with it. She would claim energon for herself, and for the bots Starscream thought were worthy. She would FIGHT for those that were hers. And above all else, she would keep herself safe. This had not made her any friends; she knew that. Both the Autobots and the Decepticons were going to hate her.
Well, probably a good idea she had aligned herself with Starscream, then.
“Oh, stop your bitchin’,” the human snorted, stopping before the armor. Well, it didn’t look like much now, but all she had to do was touch the center, and it would be hers. “I won, fair and square. Just because you and li’l bitch couldn’t get your hands on this don’t mean you gotta be sore losers.”
A dark hand tapped the center, and a rush of energy passed through the little human. Energy, and something else—something more. Power, maybe? Strength? Oh, it didn’t matter. She just needed to get this and her car home, before Starscream noticed she had taken off. Turning back to her vehicle, Leah made her way over, lifting the car with relative ease. A grin on her face, she glanced back at the others and nodded her head before starting home.
“Been fun, dudes. We’ll have to do this again sometime!”