"Slag." Rattrap thought out loud. "Why, am I always da one sucker ta get left for sentry duty? And with a femme, too!"

"Shut up, would you? I'm trying to debug the autoguns destabilization fields so there would be more of a successful shot once in a while!" Airazor exclaimed.

"Yeesh. No need to cross a wire, toots. I was just---"

"Demeaning my stature as a reliable mechanic!" Airazor finished for Rattrap.

He said nothing after.

Outside of the Axalon, the red skinned Predacon sighed in the shadows. Will she remember me? He thought. He had stolen Tarrantulas' spy listening gear for this such occasion. He heard her alto voice as if he was next to her. Which he wished he was.

He stared into the black steel of the ship.

The aqua-marine eyed bot dragged the comatose Predacon to her home. "This is dangerous," she said to him as she walked. "But who am I to say what is right or wrong?" For his own good, the femme disarmed the Pred. He mumbled in his sleep. Things of battles, and skirmishes, friends, and old enemies. and at one point said: "The sea green eyes saved my life. Primus rest them with the Matrix."

Terrorsaur shook himself in a shudder.

I must see her. He thought. I must see her tonight.

And he flew off to make preparations.