Luna glared at Gabrielle, her grip on her swords tightening again.
“You don’t tell me what to do!” She replied, her anger only becoming worse.
“No, she doesn’t, but I do.” The familiar voice made Luna stop short, and Bumblebee walked out of the trees. Anyone could tell he meant serious business, but his eyes were on Luna. He was the only one who had any experience in controlling Luna in her rage.
“Bumblebee, Skids and Mudflap--” The golden mech gave a low growl, and Luna stopped her words, looking very sheepish. Her eyes had turned to a dark purple, and she was finally beginning to calm herself. She went to stand at Bumblebee’s feet, and the aforementioned Autobot looked to Skids and Mudflap.
“It’s not your place to reprimand Luna,” Bumblebee said, his voice low and careful, “I’m her guardian, not you. Understand?” He didn’t wait for a reply from the Twins, glancing at Gabrielle. His optics spoke his thanks, though he didn’t say a word. Finally, he looked at Zoë. The femme was dangerous right now, with her weapon, though she wasn’t any larger than Bumblebee. He knew if it boiled down to a brawl, it would be a fair fight… unless Luna jumped in, which, if Zoë attacked Bumblebee, she would without a doubt.
“Zoë,” Bumblebee began, “You realize you are an enemy of the Autobots now because of your words. I don’t want a fight, but if you attack you condemn yourself. It’s your choice.”