She couldn’t believe it. You, someone she thought was her rival, helping her in the midst of being plotted against. Her purple and cyan frame was scratched up, and she could barely feel her metal jet wings anymore.

She would’ve laughed at the absurdity of she weren’t in so much shock.

Her red optics flickered softly as you hovered over her injured mechanical frame. “What are…you doing here?” Her normal threatening voice had been laced with bewilderment.