Elite Guard engineer Inferna has been in the Guard for nearly all of her life, following the footsteps of her father Ultra Magnus. Though instead of fighting, she decides to build: weapons, ships, equipment, and anything the Elite Guard would need...
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The Elite Guardsbots set up camp in the area, setting out supplies. Ultra Magnus gave directions to them, and Inferna seized the opportunity to talk to Dai Atlas.
She went up to him, extending her servo. "Hel-"
"There is no need for formalities," Dai Atlas said, gripping her servo. "I am aware of who you are. I want you to know that I greatly respect you and your father. But do not interfere with Elite Guard affairs, and follow the Commander's orders."
Inferna blinked. "Wasn't planning to, but ok."
Dai Atlas curtly nodded and walked away, leaving the Wrecker there with her servo extended for a few seconds before she dropped it.
Inferna turned to Ultra Magnus. "What a nice guy," she drawled out, lacing sarcasm through her voice.
"He is a competent soldier," came his response. "Dai Atlas was the perfect choice for my replacement for the time being."
"You don't need a replacement. You could just go back to them and leave us alone. We're fine."
"As I mentioned when I arrived, you Wreckers need discipline and control. You can't just charge into every battle like wild banshees."
"It works, doesn't it?"
Ultra Magnus scoffed. "Yes, but it gets most of your members killed. Including your most recent causality, Springer."
Inferna's features darken, and Ultra Magnus instantly knew he has crossed a line. Her lips curled into a prominent scowl. "Whatever."
Out of the corner of her optics, she saw the cocky Guardsbot from before, chatting with another. "Who's the hotshot over there?" She asked, changing the subject before she lost her temper. "Never seen him before."
Ultra Magnus looked warily in his direction. "That would be Crosshairs. He joined stellar cycles ago. A bit... hard-helmed and arrogant but loyal and follows orders."
He gestured at Crosshairs to come to them. He looked her up and down, before glancing over at Ultra Magnus. "I would like to introduce you to Inferna," the Commander told him. "She was an engineer for the Elite Guard long ago, but is now part of the Wreckers."
Crosshairs took her servo, his clasp tightening. "A pleasure."
"I'll leave you two to it," Ultra Magnus said, turning his attention to making sure everything goes in order.
Crosshairs dropped her servo immediately when Ultra Magnus couldn't see or hear them. "So, you and the Commander..." he looked between them again.
"What do you think," Inferna snapped back, unsure of why she was lashing out at him. "A half-assembled bot could figure it out faster."
Crosshairs held up his servos in a mock surrender gesture. "Whoa! No need to get so feisty. I was just saying."
"Your input is useless and contributes nothing."
He faked looking hurt and Inferna scoffed. "How did you even get in the Guard anyways?"
"Hard work and dedication," Crosshairs said, reciting it as if it was a memorized speech. Inferna quirked an optic brow ridge.
"Yeah, sure."
He laughed. "But seriously, now that there's a war, the 'training' isn't that difficult. It's more like a boot camp if that. They are focusing most of their resources on fighting the war."
"Explains a lot," Inferna muttered.
Crosshairs smirked. "Better than being in a strike group that gets half its members slaughtered on every mission."
Inferna's lips press into a tight line, feeling the walls that were holding back her anger slowly shattering as if they were made of glass. But she managed to push them back into the deep, dark hole from which they came and turn away from the smug Guardsbot. "I have duties to attend to," she said, making up an excuse. "Please excuse me."
"What duties?" Crosshairs called after her as she walked away, but Inferna didn't respond.
She went over to Wheeljack, who was sharpening his swords- something he only did when he was angry or nervous. "I'm sorry about all of this."
He snorted. "You're not the one to blame."
"No," Inferna said, looking at the ground. "I know why Ultra Magnus asked for control of the Wreckers from Optimus Prime- and it wasn't just because he wanted to teach us some discipline."
"You're still not the one at fault here," Wheeljack replied as he placed the blades back on his back. "And I ain't planning to stick around to see how the dictator implies his new policies."
Inferna's optics widen. "But, you can't leave!"
"Why not?"
"Because-" her voice faltered. "Because you're the one holding us together! You practically lead us!"
"That's Seaspray's job," Wheeljack said, using his chin to point at said Wrecker. "And besides, you know me. Rules and I don't clash well. Trust me, I'm going to cause more chaos than needed here."
Inferna stared at him, a sparkbroken expression clouding her features. "But..."
Her face suddenly changed. "Fine then! Abandon the bots that you have fought beside for endless stellar cycles! That's all you're good for anyways!"
Clear yellow liquid pooled at the brim of her glow blue optics, but she turned her face anyway so that Wheeljack couldn't see.
"Inferna..."
She wiped her optics, and walked away, not sparing him another glance. Why does everyone always have to leave?!
The ground beneath her peds suddenly shook, throwing her off balance. Shouts from the Wreckers and Elite Guard arose, confused about what was going on.
Inferna picked herself up and climbed on top of some stacked metal storage box, using her blaster scope to see in the distance. "Over there!" She yelled, pointing to the source of the ground quake.
In the distance, a massive combiner stood- at least triple the size of the ones she had seen before.
She scowled and slid a new battery into her blaster.
Can this day get any worse?!
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Losing some motivation to keep this up :( Sorry, y'all.
