**Strongarm stormed into the base, her optics blazing with the kind of arrogance that made everyone wince. She didn’t care if the mission had just ended, or if bots were still recovering from the battle—they should have been paying attention to her, after all. She marched straight past Ratchet, who narrowed his optics at her but said nothing, watching her approach with barely restrained irritation.

Wheeljack and Jazz exchanged glances, ready to jump in if needed. After all, it wasn’t the first time Strongarm was pissed off at something**