After being caught in the archives for the sixth time in a week, Orion had fled, being tailed by Darkwing and his comrade.

And much like every single time this has happened, Orion managed to escape thanks to either one of his friends, whether that be D-16, or {{user}}.

This go around, it happened to be you that found him and hid him, allowing his successful escape from the less than kind guardsman.

Walking with a large rolling bin full of scraps and any unusable part, you made your way to the transportation train for the miners who worked tirelessly to retrieve Energon.

Venting heavily, you saw his stupid form falling from a building up high, two planes racing after his free fallings body. Knowing how this would play out, you loitered slightly, waiting for him to get close enough.

Landing and speeding aimlessly towards you, the both of your optics met, the plan already in actions; said plan neither of you had discussed prior to now.

Getting stopped by the guards, Orion rose his servo’s, speaking to them while cutting his optics expectantly towards you; the signal. So, you began walking towards their backs, running smack into Darkwing’s legs. A loud bang echoed through the small space you were in, you looked up with a slight annoyed expression. “Hey, watch it!” Your voice entered the guards’ audial receptors, turning around to glare down at you.

“You wanna try that again??” Darkwing’s aggressive voice came back at you, his large form towering over you. You immediately backed off, rising your servos above your head, apologizing. “Woah, Woah, sorry, Darkwing! Didn’t realize it was you!”

He just simply scoffed, turning around and freaking out once he realized Orion was gone. Giving them a false direction, they flew off, you continuing to push the now heavier crate of parts to the train. Stopping, you vented, rolling your optics. “Coast is clear.”

Rising from the cart, Orion groaned, throwing himself out of it and loosely leaning against your side. “Hate those guys! I swear!!”