For the minific thing - Miko Nakadai, G?
G. A fistfight.
Verity keeps sayingthere’s ‘something seriously wrong’ with a woman who guts a mech and repurposeshis bodyshell as her own personal sports car. Mikaela, having overheard, saysthe other girl simply doesn’t understand the finer points of Cybertronianburial. Verity takes that well. Meaning, she punches Mikaela Banes right in thefucking mouth and stormed out the bunker, forcing Carly to chase her down. JuneDarby later explained, while examining Mikaela’s jaw for permanent damage, thatVerity knew Cybertronian burial rituals better than most.
“You probably shouldn’thave said that,” Miko says two hours later, arms folded, leaning against the doorframeto the garage.
“Why?” Mikaelastraightens from where she’s bent, elbow-deep in an assault rover, oil on herarms, grease on her cheek. “Because a couple of her pals got offed?” She makesa sound, ugly enough to make even her pretty face grotesque. “Welcome to theclub.”
“We’ve all killedCons in this crew. So maybe chill with the tough girl shit for like a second. Tryto play nice before you make an ass out of yourself out here.”
Mikaela snarls,throws the wrench in her hand. “Sorry! Jesus.I didn’t know signing onto your crew came with a comfort and cuddlesrequirement. Your rep wouldn’t suggest a background in Girl Scouts, Nakadai.”
Miko just standsthere for a moment. Expressionless. “You don’t know Verity.”
“No. I don’t. ShouldI?”
“She ran with theWreckers.” Miko lets that statement sink in. “She’s got more inner spark metalbuilt into her gear than you or I ever will. You killed Barricade. I snuffedHardshell. But she looked a mech named Overlord in the face while his fuckingproto-skeleton melted off. They she came back to talk about it. So… just… reignin your fucking loner mercenary bullshit and understand that you actually aren’tspecial. You’re just morbid. Got it?”
Mikaela leans againsther work bench, glaring at the girl in the door. “Why’d you even reach out tome then?”
“Because, if you killat Con this late in the war, then you killed one of the best. Barricade wasBuckethead’s best field lieutenant for six million fucking years and you killedhim. Okay? So I want that. I want you. But again, reign in the bullshit,because every girl in this bunker’s killed themselves a couple war machines. Ifwe want to live to keep doing it, then we need to collaborate. Does that ordoes that not make sense?”
“Yeah, I hear you,Nakadai.”
“Good, because if youmake another crack about burial rites in front of Verity, I’ll knock your perfectteeth out myself. Got it, Banes?”
Mikaela grins. “Gotit.”
