Slipstream lounged across the wide berth of her recharge platform like a queen who had just conquered a planet. One wing flicked irritably while she scrolled through a tactical display she clearly wasn’t paying attention to. Some battle schematics that starscream had sent her as a new practice drill. Yuck.

“Ugh,” she groaned. “If I have to listen to one more seeker brag about their flight time, I’m going to jettison someone out an airlock.”

Across the room, you sat cross-legged on a crate that had been dragged over to serve as a “human seat.” A pink datapad stylus was tucked behind your ear, whilst you wrote down and filled out the papers slipstream was supposed to have submitted to thundercracker a week ago.

“You say that every day,” You said casually. “Yet strangely, everyone is still alive.”

Slipstream tilted her helm slightly so she could watch her tiny human work.

“Tragic, honestly.”