A/N: I have the undying urge to write about Skywarp... I don't know why, but I really do! It's annoying almost. Almost... Did I mention that already started writing the story? No? Well I have. It may never see the light of Fanfiction either.
I just had to take senior pictures, and the photographer, and I had an awkward moment. We took the photos in the auditorium, and she took me to the dressing rooms, and she looked at me, and showed me this drape thing that goes to right below my boobies (XD I love that word.) And she stares me in the eyes, and said. "The white clip is the back, I need you to take off your shirt."
I stared at her with wide eyes, and she started laughing. "I forgot to say the end of that sentence. I need you to take off the top part of your shirt. You can still wear the tank top under it. I just need for the straps not to show." I was about to leave that place, and never go back...
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Foresthunter: Thank you! Everybody so far has said something like that. I never relized how many Elita-One haters there were...
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Minimus Prime: I'm trying to update it as fast as I can, but I don't want to rush it since I'm writing it for Autobotschic. I'm glad you love it! It's actually pretty hard for me to write since I haven't really been in a situation like that. (I've had one boyfriend in my 18 year old life. We broke up this summer after a year. It was a mutual thing since we were pretty much just best friends.)
Autobotschic: I'm REALLY glad you like it! Psh! They don't need sleep anyways! By the way, I'm serious, if there is anything you want me to change, I will!
Shadow Stalker silently waited outside the ship that was supposed to take the group of Autobots to Praxus. Neither Elita-One or Optimus had showed up. They were probably busy doing Primus knows what in Optimus' quarters. Finally Elita-One stepped around the corner. Optimus follwed close behind carrying a stack of data pads.
Optimus nodded to the four Autobots. "I am sorry for the wait."
Shadow Stalker rolled her optics. "Are those the files we need to read?"
Optimus nodded. "Yes. These are the files on recent Decepticon activity in Praxus. It's important that you read them before you land. This is your commanding officer on this mission, Elita-One."
Elita-One stepped forward. "I am Elita-One, and as Optimus said, I will be leading you." Shadow Stalker barely held in a glare as Elita-One talked. "We will be entering into Praxus as civilians, and will eliminate the enemies."
Shadow Stalker watched Elita-One carefully. Elita-One was pretty confident, opposed to Optimus who sometimes couldn't find the confidence to follow through with his decision. She was definitely a leader. A take charge kind of femme. Shadow Stalker could see why the council chose her.
"We will not be taking prisoners. From our informants, these Decepticons have nothing to offer us. Is that clear?" Heads were bobbing up and down in nods as Autbots showed their understanding. "Then what are you waiting on? Get on the ship."
Shadow Stalker slowly climbed up into the ship along with the other four Autbots. Including Elita-One and Shadow Stalker, there were six Autobots. A small group, but Optimus didn't want to risk them getting caught.
Shadow Stalker sat down on a chair, and Elita-One sat next her. Elita-One offered her a smile. "Thanks for coming along. I told Optimus he didn't have to send anybody to watch after me, but he insisted."
Shadow Stalker kept her face straight. No smile was offered in return, but no frown either. "It's fine. Optimus worries a lot. He would have sent me in your place if he could have, but I'm not high enough in rank."
Elita-One paused. "I don't think Optimus sees you as an expendable resource."
Shadow Stalker laughed. "I didn't mean it like that. This mission is hardly a suicide mission. If you think that he would send me to my death just so you can live, you would be wrong."
Elita-One seemed taken aback. "I didn't think that."
"He isn't the kind of mech to send anybody to their death on purpose. He knows no matter what bot's lives will be lost. He can't prevent them all, but he will be willing to try."
Elita-One looked down. "I know. That's why I like him so much. He is a one of a kind mech. When he asked me to bond with him, I thought he was joking, I though there was no way a mech like that would want to bond with me. He was serious though. I love him, so I told him that I would bond with him. "
Shadow Stalker bit her lip. Now the femme was just rubbing it in her faceplates! "I suppose I should congratulate you two. I already told Optimus, but I haven't had a chance to tell you."
Elita-One smiled. "Thank you! I hope we can be as good of friends as you and Optimus are."
Shadow Stalker frowned. "I'm going to be honest with you. I highly doubt we'll be friends." Shadow Stalker stood up, and walked away to another part of ship. Leaving Elita-One sitting there dumb founded.
Shadow Stalker laughed as she threw down her data pad. The mech next to her, Fledge, and her had been playing a game. It was called Glyphs. The object of the game was to make a sentence with all the previously used glyphs plus one of your choice. The first glyph was chosen at random.
Fledge smiled as he watched Shadow Stalker write down her sentence. Shadow Stalker quickly wrote her sentence and passed the data pad over to Fledge. Fledge's optics brightened. "You dirty glitch!"
Shadow Stalker smiled. "Hey, you started the whole dirty thing."
Fledge smiled. "Alright, you win. I can't do that. I'm too innocent."
Shadow Stalker laughed. "Innocent my aft."
Fledge shrugged. "Whatever, I don't care what you think."
Shadow Stalker smiled. "I like you."
Fledge smirked. "Thank you. You're not so bad yourself."
Shadow Stalker laughed. "Nice." The ship began to bump around. The small group of bots began looking around.
Elita-One walked into the room. "The ship is being attacked. They know Autobots are in here."
"Are you just going to let them attack a ship that has civilians in it also?" Shadow Stalker glared.
Elita-One looked over to her. "I'm not letting them do anything! We aren't much use against seekers!"
"You aren't much use then, are you?" Shadow Stalker shoved past Elita- One. "Will somebody get me the biggest fragging gun they can find?" She yelled.
"You can't just shoot them!" Elita- One yelled.
"Why not? They already know we're here." Shadow Stalker looked around. "I asked for a gun!"
"You aren't getting one!" Elita- One yelled glaring at the other femme.
Shadow Stalker glared back. "I don't need one." Shadow Stalker walked up to the door.
"You aren't leaving the ship, Shadow!"
Shadow Stalker quickly turned to Elita- One. "Who told you that you could call me that?"
"Optimus does."
"Do you look like Optimus? Do you talk like Optimus? Are you Optimus?" Shadow Stalker turned back tot the door, and began typing in a code. She pressed enter, and waited on the door to open, but it never did.
Elita- One stood there, arms crossed, and a smug look on her face. "I changed the code."
Shadow Stalker glared at the femme. "You are unbelievable. You're just going to let all the innocent people on this aircraft offline because you don't want to fight?"
"Shadow Stalker, that's-"
"No, I don't want to hear it!" Shadow Stalker walked up to Elita- One and glared. "I can't believe Optimus chose a murderer like you."
Elita-One stood silent for a moment. She stared down at the ground. Her fists were clinched. Shadow Stalker gave her one last glance before walking away, and throwing herself on the bench. Elita-One finally turned around. "Look who's talking! You're just going to sit down! You're not even going to try to open the door again! You're no better than me!"
"I've offlined many mechs before. They never even did anything to me. You're the one who sunk down to my level. Not the other way around." Shadow Stalker turned her helm away from Elita-One. "I guess we just wait until the ship goes down, huh?"
"The ship has automatic torrents. We will make it to the landing location before the ship fails us. The decepticons won't know who the Autobots are."
"So, they'll offline every bot on this ship."
Elita-One glared. "You can't think positive for one klik, can you?"
"I don't think positive. I think realistically." Explosions rocked the ship. Shadow Stalker cursed silently as she crossed her servos. "Fragging glitch."
"I heard that!"
"Did I sound like I was trying to hide it from you?"
Elita-One huffed as she rolled her optics.
As much as every sensor in Shadow Stalker's frame hated to admit it, Elita-One was right. The Decepticons didn't bother the ship after it landed. As all the bots got out of the ship the Decepticons were already gone. Elita-One shot a glance at Shadow Stalker who promptly ignored it.
::Elita-One to Autobots. We'll split up for now. I'll send coordinates later. We'll meet up at the coordinates as soon as the orn begins to end. Elita-One out::
Shadow Stalker sighed as she walked off into the city. She silently drifted through the city. The Decepticons hadn't taken over Praxus completely, but you could see where they have been. Shops were destroyed. Crystal trees that used to grace the corners of the roads were shattered and smashed. The enforcers that Praxus was known for, almost as much as their education center, and crystal garden, were nowhere to be seen. The place was close to ruins.
Shadow Stalker crossed the road as she received a ping from Elita-One. The femme wanted to meet at an energon bar located downtown, relatively unknown to the population, and most likely the Decepticons. At least Shadow Stalker would be able to get a cube of highgrade while she was there.
Shadow Stalker watched a grey and red youngling walk down the street, a huge smile was on his face as he sped up and began to run towards a smiling femme. Shadow Stalker smiled. A family. Her smile fell. It wouldn't last. The femme would grow tired of the younglings actings, and probably abandon it somewhere. The youngling would be forced to grow up all alone, and on the streets. Nobody would bother helping him. They would just walk past. He would be forced to do thing he never wanted to do. He be forced to offli- STOP!
Shadow Stalker shook her helm. That youngling was not her! Shadow looked away from where the youngling once was, and continued walking. She wanted to see the gardens. What did the dirty Decepticons feel the urge to do to famous gardens of Praxus? They probably destroyed it. They probably smashed it to pieces in one of their overenergized parties. They were almost as idiotic as Elita-One. Though, they were probably a bit smarter.
To Shadow Stalker's surprise, the gardens were untouched. The gorgeous crystal trees grew huge, and beautiful. They even brought a huge smile onto Shadow Stalker's faceplates. Well, at least until the alarm for meeting Elita-One went off in her central hub. She could always skip out. Tell Elita-One she got lost.
No. She couldn't do that. She promised Optimus she would watch after the annoying femme. A small smile grew across Shadow Stalkers face. A promise to Optimus was much more important to her than the dislike she felt for Elita-One.
Shadow Stalker walked into the bar, and saw the Autobots sitting in a little group. Fledge waved her over, but She ignored him, opting for the cube of highgrade before having to deal with Elita-One. By the time Elita-One got on her nerves, the highgrade would kick in.
Shadow Stalker walked up to the bar, and smiled at the bar tender. "A cube of your strongest. I'm going to need it."
The mech laughed. "Had a bad orn?"
"No, but I have to deal with somebody I don't like, and I would enjoy having something before to calm my nerves. Usually when I get overcharged I stay in the mood I began in. So since I'm happy now, I'll be happy later."
"Just don't offline anybody, femme." The mech gave her smile before passing her a cube.
"No promises." Shadow Stalker took the cube, and walked over to the table. She barely had a chance to take a sip before Elita-One took the cube.
"You're on duty! You can't have any highgrade!"
Shadow Stalker stared at her servo where the cube of highgrade was before. "We are in a bar! I can drink if I pay for it!"
"Did you pay for it?"
"Not yet!"
"Then you can't drink it!"
"Femme! I hope you offline in a horrible way!"
Elita-One gave an insulted huff. "Do you treat all officers that way?"
"Only when they take my highgrade!"
"What would Optimus say?"
Oh pit no. She was not bringing Optimus into this. "He'd say give me the fragging highgrade!"
"No!"
Fledge stood up and got between the femmes. He quickly grabbed the cube from Elita-One and drank it in one gulp. "Okay! How about we get on with this meeting now!" He shot the two a smile before sitting back down.
Shadow Stalker stared at the mech with a wide optics. "You're paying for that, right?"
"Yeah, sure."
Elita-One sighed as shadow Stalker slowly sat down. "What are we going to do?"
"Find the Decepticons, and take them out." Shadow Stalker shrugged.
"We can't do that! We don't know where, or who, the Decepticons are."
"We have to save Praxus some how! Besides, you're the one who said we are taking no prisoners. The only other option is to either evacuate Praxus, or offline the creations of glitches! " Shadow Stalker shot back.
Fledge groaned. "I think that highgrade is getting to me!"
Aquaburner, a blue mech started rubbing Fledge's back. "Listen, we can't just evacuate the whole city of Praxus. The Decepticons would know we're here, and launch there own attack. You saw what they did when they thought we were on the plane."
Elita-One sighed. "Then what are we going to do. We don't know how many Decepticons are actually here. We don't know which Deceptions are here, and we don't know where they are."
The six Autobots sighed at once. The mission was beginning to sound impossible. Shadow Stalker sat up. "What about the informants?"
"What about them?" Elita-One moaned.
"We can use them to locate the Decepticons."
"Sure we could, if the informants knew where they were." Elita-One spat. "They barely found out about this."
Shadow Stalker leaned back again. "Let's talk scenarios. What do we do if the Decepticons find us here?"
"Fight them." Elita-One answered.
Metal Racer, a silver mech chuckled. "Who says they don't know that we're here already? They knew we were on the ship. They have to know we're here. They could have Soundwave or somebody watching all the bots who came out of that ship."
Elita-One nodded. "That's true. I didn't think about that." She admitted. "How long do you guys think we have before they start planning an attack?"
"Who said they haven't already began planning?" Shadow Stalker cut in. "They could have began planning as soon as that ship hit the ground. We can't put anything past them. If you think it, they probably have too."
A Green and Red mech, Wheelrider, sat still for a minute. "Don't they have to know where we are before they start to plan their attack?"
The group was silent. Shadow Stalker stared down at the table. "Who says they don't?"
Elita-One stood up. "We have be careful. Ask residents about the Decepticons. Get descriptions of what they look like, and we'll run them against the know Decepticons. We'll meet here tomorrow." She slowly walked away, and out of the bar.
Shadow Stalker looked at the remaining four mechs. "So, you guys want some highgrade?"
Fledge gave her a surprised look. "Do I look like I want anymore?"
"Yes."
Fledge groaned and let his helm fall against the table. "No."
Shadow Stalker laughed. "How about we just go, and get you some pain killers?"
"Yes!"
"After I get some highgrade."
"No!"
"Oh, come on! You drank mine!" Shadow Stalker smiled at the bot.
Aquaburner smiled. "You know what. I'll drink some with you."
"Yeah!" Shadow Stalker smiled. "Anyone else?" The others shook their helms. Shadow Stalker smiled. "Alright. You guys can take that mech somewhere to get some recharge, right?"
Metal Racer nodded. "Leave it to us."
