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"Windblade, I feel as your advisor, I advise against going on this "blind date"!" Chromia yelled as she watched her princess Windblade putting on some "date-worthy" Camien makeup.
"Chromia, I'll be fine. You and I both know I can handle myself if anything happens," Windblade responded calmly.
"What if it's an assassin or a-a mercenary that ends up being your date? What then?" Chromia asked.
Windblade had to admit Chromia was correct. Even though Windblade is skilled with her sword and hand-to-hand combat, if it really was a Decepticon mercenary that would be her date, she would barely stand a chance.
"Alright, you have a point. I suppose I should have a guard to be safe. Who do you suggest?" Windblade replied.
"I do know someone, but I'll have her only get involved if our suspicions are correct," Chromia said.
"Where in the Pits is she? She specifically said, "Meet me in front of Coffeelock at 2:30 PM"," Shadow Striker said while rolling back her shoulders.
Shadow Striker looked in her comm messages to find the one from her date about the meeting spot and another about the details of her job.
[Your target is Princess Windblade, current heir to the Camien throne. Have her death be as discreet as possible but visible enough to have the Camiens dissolve their union with Cybertron.-Contractor]
Shadow Striker had been hired to kill Windblade but she didn't get the identity of her client. She had been a mercenary for the Decepticons for decades and had joined in order to get justice for what happened to her and her sisters' parental units Strika, Lugnut, and Blitzwing. Maybe it wasn't the same kind of justice she had wanted yet somehow, found herself content with the life she had made for herself.
"Shadow Striker?" a femme voice asked.
Shadow Striker came out of her comm messages to look up and saw a femme that was clearly of Camien origin given her beauty but she wasn't sure if she was the princess so she replied with, "Yeah. You Windblade?"
"Yes. It is nice to finally meet each other face-plate to face-plate," Windblade said with a laugh.
Shadow Striker simply nodded her helm in return as she thought, 'FRAG FRAG FRAG I DIDN'T THINK THE PRINCESS WOULD BE MY BLIND DATE THIS WAS NOT IN MY PLAN AT ALL!'
"So… Shall we?" Windblade asked as she gestured to the front door of Coffeelock.
"Oh, uh… Yeah, right. After you," Shadow Striker replied while holding the door open for the princess.
As Windblade entered the cafe, Shadow Striker quickly looked both ways behind her before entering as well.
Luckily, she didn't notice a similar black, white, and blue femme who was hiding on the side of the building itself and with a smile on her face-plate said, "You were right. We got a Code Purple."
"You didn't have to pay for me. I wouldn't have minded doing it myself," Windblade said with a smile.
She and Shadow Striker were sitting across from each other at a table with tall chairs, a small yet tall circular table, and a Neapolitan milkshake with two straws in it.
"It's alright, I'm used to it by now and it would have felt weird if I didn't," Shadow Striker responded while putting her right servo on her cheek while staring at the passerby's outside the cafe while thinking, 'I've never hesitated before so why now? Windblade doesn't seem like a dictator in the making and she's… Beautiful too.'
"So… What do you do for work?" Windblade suddenly asked, clearly trying to make small talk.
"Odd jobs. Gotta keep my sisters homed somehow," Shadow Striker replied.
"Oh, you have spark siblings? How many? What are their designations?" Windblade asked again, clearly hyper-fixated, even slightly getting off her chair to lean closer to her date.
"Uh, two, actually… But they're more like my half sisters since I only have their Sire's CNA. And their names are… Clobber and Alpha Strike," Shadow Striker replied again, beginning to become overwhelmed.
"Amazing! It's just I've never had spark siblings myself so…" Windblade said, possibly realizing how much she went overboard with her questioning and went back to how she was sitting before, now feeling quite embarrassed over her behavior.
"Single spark. I get it," Shadow Striker said with a chuckle as she looked back outside but became horrified at who she saw.
"Shadow? Are you alright?" Windblade asked, now concerned for the other femme.
Shadow Striker in response quickly chugged the rest of the Neapolitan milkshake the two were sharing.
"Shadow!" Windblade then yelled with surprise in her voice.
Shadow Striker let out a groan of pain as she held her stomach with both of her arms, with Windblade caressing her fore-helm with her left servo. The two of them were now sitting on a bench outside of Coffeelock.
"Do you feel better now?" Windblade asked.
"Yep. No longer feeling as though I just dove into a frost tornado anymore," Shadow Striker replied while giving a thumbs up to her date, which made her laugh.
"Despite that, I had fun," Windblade said while looking down at Shadow Striker with adoration in her optics.
"Really? Even though I almost threw up from the over-consumption of magnesium hydroxide?" Shadow Striker asked.
"Yes, even that as well," Windblade replied with a kind smile, which made Shadow Striker furiously blush.
'Primus, I can't do it! She doesn't deserve to be with the Allspark yet!' Shadow Striker thought, willing to now cancel her contract despite the shanix it would have given her as she asked, "Would you… Want to exchange comm codes with me?"
Windblade's optics widened for a moment then softened once again as she silently did what Shadow Striker asked, with the latter returning the favor.
"I… Gotta go," Shadow Striker then said with hesitation in her voice as she pushed herself upwards to a sitting position.
Before she could get off the bench, Windblade put her left servo on Shadow Striker's right cheek and leaned closer to her face-plate. This made the mercenary part her derma and she allowed the princess to kiss her, the tips of their glossas tapping against each other a couple of times before parting.
Shadow Striker fully got up from the bench and silently transformed into her alt-mode, speeding away once she caught the optics of Jazz a second time.