Dirge cowered against the wall, faceplates clenched in a rictus of panic.
Luckily, his trinemates were still deeply immersed in the blessedly dreamless (becausestrongdecepticonsdon’tdream,nightmaresareforweaklings) arms of recharge, and their only reaction to his undignified scramble off the berth was Ramjet’s drowsy grunt. Thrust, as secure in
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And so sweet at the end, that he got to sleep peacefully :)
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