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Rewire growled from the back of his vocalizer. “I don’t like it…”
Twilight sighed, tucking under her father’s right arm and hugging the edge of his chassis. “Dad, knock it off. Everyone else saw it comin’, dunno what’s wrong with your optics.”
He grumbled, letting his sparkling, no, his adult full-proto daughter settle her helm against the dip of his collar. His arm over her shoulder, around her back and he patted her flank. “You’re my little one. Want the best and don’t wanna see you hurt.”
“Mom always says you’re overprotective.” Wry humor in a quirked optic ridge. She wasn’t as elegant as her mother, but Twilight still had a beauty, it was just more… organic, like her home-planet, earthy. Strong and functional more than aesthetic. But it was her, was Twilight. “And your little one is bigger than mom.”
“But everyone thinks…”
“No,” she emphasized her word with a tap to his chest, “Worrying what everyone thinks is Uncle Red’s job. And I assure you, Fire’s gettin’ enough from his father as it is.”
“Trines are tough, Fire lives up to his name… and Wakejumper-“ he squeezed her waist, “he’s so much bigger than either of you…”
The femme huffed and rolled her optics, “You think I can’t handle myself?” she drifted one hand to the weapon at her father’s arm, fingers flew and she disabled it before the larger blue mech could even make a noise. While his attention was down at his wrist, she swept her hand up to the back of his neck, a few deft presses to relays and she overrode the neural info-packets, forcing muscle cables lax. Rewire made a startled yelp and slumped to the floor, guided by his daughter. “See dad?” she looked down with a smug Cheshire-cat grin. “You and mom taught me well. I don’t have to with them, but I could protect myself.”
Rewire’s processors flopped around between impressed, indignant, calmed, annoyed, reassured and just about anything else. First among the feelings, resignation; his daughter was nothing if not persuasive and he pretty much always caved to his little one. “You realize you’re a little scary sometimes.”
“Of course. Perks of being an engineer’s daughter.” Twilight chirped. Not many had the opportunity to help build their own adult protos. She learned just about everything there was to know about their mechanics as they’d worked, her father slipping in little tidbits like pressure points, relay overrides, hypersensitive and blind sensory spots, sheer junctures and motor offlines. “Trust me, I intimately know the capabilities of my frame, and most anyone else’s.” Tipping her father’s helm, she taped the sequence to lift the neural block, and helped Rewire sit up.
