Zirconia: I really wasn't going to finish this until I got a review earlier. I know my writing sucks, you don't have to point that out.
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Rattrap fell backwards on the bed, laughing hysterically, "Are you serious!?"
Silverbolt's eye twitched, "Yes."
Rattrap was gasping for air, "I don't know what to say about this slag!" He was crying from laughing so hard, "What are you going to do?!"
"He's going to go, of course!" Tigatron came in and forced him down into a chair.
"Hey! What-"
"You and I are about the same size so you can wear some of my clothes. Now..." Tigatron ran his fingers through Silverbolt's dark hair, "We need to fix you up so you won't look like the same person they saw yesterday." Silverbolt was to busy glaring at Rattrap and didn't notice the bottle in Tigatron's hand, "Rattrap, you know- AHHHHHH! Cold!"
This only made Rattrap laugh even more as he watched him put hair gel on Silverbolt's hair to slick it back, "So, you got..." He looked at the clothes Tigatron was going to force Silverbolt to wear, "...a long black trench coat, looks like something they'd wear...black boots, black pants, and a black dress shirt. You know to just play along with them right? Act like you're stuck up and stuff?"
"Yes, I know but as long as I'm with her I'll-"
"Sheesh! You're way to romantic for me right now!"
Cheetor had been sitting against the wall on the bed he shared with his father, reading a book. He was amused but tried not to let it show incase it made Silverbolt feel bad.
Blackarachnia stood and looked at herself in the mirror. She was finishing with her hair when she heard the men of the family talking outside. Her long black hair was up in braids that formed a sort of bun effect with loose strands of smaller braids held up by black roses and black jewels. Her dress had no sleeves so she could wear her long black gloves with it. The black cross attached to the black choker around her neck dangled against her throat as she left the room, her black boots making silent clicks on the floor. She said nothing as they made their way across the ship. Stepping back inside she saw Silverbolt at the door and ran to him.
"Silverbolt!"
"Blackarachnia..."
The dark haired girl whispered in his ear before anyone could see the two together, "Just...act like you're a rich man whore that is overly cocky and greedy and you'll fit right in."
Once in the room, Silverbolt looked around at everything from the fancy table cloths to the band playing in the corner of the room. He felt out of place but Blackarachnia le+aned her head on his upper arm as they made their way to the others. Silverbolt closed his eyes and concentrated for a minute as he threw himself into character before entering the room. Tarantulas shook his hand but Megatron, of course just glared at him with those neon orange orbs. He sat down beside Blackarachnia.
Outside, Tigatron was spying through the windows every now and then but cursed when they entered one of the private rooms, "This can't be good..oof!" When he turned around he ran into another person making them drop a book, "Do forgive me-!" A young girl around Blackarachnia's age stood before him, he picked her book up for her and they seemed to get into a sort of trance after that. His eyes gazed over her brownish blonde hair that was half up in a small hat that resembled an artists hat, her light brown dress hugged her body showing off her curvy figure.
"I'm sorry, sir." Her brown eyes stared into his.
"That's quite alright." Tigatron smiled at her. She was gorgeous! He held his hand out, "My name's Tigatron."
"I'm Airazor."
Cheetor kept quiet as he crawled above the Predicon family on one of the many thick beams. He glanced down at Silverbolt thinking quietly, 'Stay in character, Silverbolt! I know you dont like acting like these people but...!' He hid himself against the wall on top of the highest beam as they began to talk.
"So...Silverbolt, why are you on this ship?" Megatron asked as his red eyes stared at the man sitting beside his daughter. Silverbolt thought of the worst thing possible that would sound convincing that he was one of them. "Well...One of my family members had been attacked by a low ranking Maximal and I have been invited to watch the fool as he is hanged."
'Good one!' Cheetor thought. The lower classes below the royal family were called Maximals, which Cheetor snorted at the Predicon name, 'Maximal sounds better anyway! Jerks...' The Predicon family consisted of men except for one girl who was considered the 'princess' of the family. That one girl is forced to marry within the family and have at least three babies, one being female. Any other females were born they would be put out of their misery. Only one girl was allowed in the family at a time. Silverbolt, upon hearing this information before leaving went crazy. 'Thank Primus he went into character before they showed up!'
Blackarachnia smirked, 'Not bad, Jojo. Just keep up the snobby man-whore act and you'll be convincing as ever!' She could tell he hated these people and prayed that she could run away and be with him and the rest of the Maximal class. Silverbolt HATED acting like this, talking about women like they were nothing but mindless sluts, bad mouthing Maximals, killing the female babies born into the family after the first one is born?! But he stayed in character. When the Predicons began to leave one by one Silverbolt was to escort Blackarachnia back to her small section on the ship while the others discussed 'family business' and drank until they were shitfaced. Little did they know of the Maximal's plans...
After turning the corner and leaving everyone's sight, he grabbed her by her shoulders, "How bad do you want to escape this family of yours?"
"I would do anything to get away from those mindless, perverted, bastards, why?"
"Would you like to come with me?"
"Yes! But first-
"Silverbolt! I thought you were going to snap!" Cheetor jumped down beside the couple from above.
"Good job, little one. Your father was right, you are quite the little spy."
Blackarachnia took off and ran into her quaters and began scrambling around.
"What are you doing?"
"You'll thank me for it later." She had a big bag and was throwing some belongings into it as well as small bags and fancy boxes. She threw Cheetor a bag. He just shrugged and started grabbing random thigns in her room that he figured she'd need. He found a jewelry box and gently placed that in the bag as well. Silverbolt was somewhat confused, she was grabbing all these different things but didn't grab any clothing. He started to grab one of her black dresses but she stopped him, "I'd rather die than wear anymore of their clothes. I'll stick with this outfit until I get off this boat!"
"Hey! I think we should hurry!" Cheetor seemed to be paniced.
"Then we should leave."
