Transformers-'verse. Near the mouth of the wormhole. Slapdown on a slimeball.

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The space near the mouth of the wormhole was silent and empty but for the jet that hovered a safe distance from its mouth. Occasionally a bit of drifting junk would get sucked into it, but nothing else moved.

Then four mechs appeared out of nowhere; two burly black ones, a yellow one with red markings, and a femme that shone blindingly white in the unfiltered light of the sun.

Instantly the jet shifted position, creeping near. //Autobots! What do you want?//

//You,// said the yellow one grimly, folding his arms over his chest. //You've killed your last Autobot, Starscream.//

//And who's going to take me?// The jet's voice was mocking. //You don't even have any who have aerial modes.//

//Oh don't we?// The yellow one gave a clear smirk despite the relative immobility of his face.

And then she decloaked....

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Ratchet ignores him as he sets the cube aside. "Alright, now we just need to get the engines back in place... and clean her up a little. She'll have a fit about this."

He stands and grabs a big soft cloth from a bin, then starts rubbing off grime.

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Jeimu looks up from where she's finished the alignments on the last engine. "She'll also need a paint-job."

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"Yes, but that will have to wait till she's awake." He continues his gentle cleaning.

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"True." She frowns slightly. "We'll have to change her back so I can reinstall these."

Inside, she's flailing about the fact that she's got no engine lifter.