♕☠— There’s a drop to her spark at his voice, blue gaze flickering at the femme before it snaps to focus on the mech in the doorway.
“Wh–” she starts out, confused at both the mech’s words and his arrival before her gaze snaps to her charge at his next set of words.
“What?” The guard releases again, honestly confused and tossed for a loop as her spark settled in her tanks. She could feel dread eating at it, sickening in it’s corrosion. “What are you talking about, Windblade, you–” her gaze flickers a bit, optics narrowing at their newest addition before that sentences continues, morphs in it’s directive.
“You,” she hisses, stalking towards the mech in that sleep deprived confusion– that hurt that weighed down her spark. “I’ll kill you,” she snarls, “what did you say to her. What filthy lies did you spout with that slick tongue.”
She was angry now, livid as her servo curled around that shaft of her weapon before it’s folding out. “I’ll cut it out.”
“Lies..?” Starscream stepped to the side, doing a token impression of ‘protecting’ Windblade. All an act, all carefully measured to get the best response.His guard was just outside but he held off on calling them for another moment. It wouldn’t do to leave the show on a cliffhanger.
“I’ve told her nothing but the truth. That she is Camien, and a Cityspeaker, and is helping Cybertron. That she is helping me.” He advanced a pace.
“I’ve also told her how a mech named Chromia attempted to take her life once before, also with a bomb. Of how this mech feels that Cybertron should look out for itself, and that Camiens have no business being here so far from home.”
The snarl became a smirk. ”I hadn’t yet told her how you attempted to activate a space bridge inside of a badly injured Metroplex, nearly killing him and everyone in Iacon, though. I thought it would be kinder if I didn’t.”
Windblade’s optics widened at Chromia’s threats, her anger, her absolute malice towards Starscream, the things that Starscream had told her about Chromia only reaffirmed in her mind. She was likely dangerous, likely going to do something terrible.
She’d made up her mind.
She shifted closer to Starscream, watching him as he spoke, her wings falling on her back as he continued explaining things that Chromia had done. She’d almost killed Windblade, she’d almost killed thousands of innocent others.
“Is that.. really all true?”
