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Forgetting You

Chapter III


Art Galleries was a popular activity among the wealthy bots. The rich high grade provided, the smell of freshly made energon snacks and of course potential bond mates. She could see the clutter of femmes standing in their groups, all gossiping and staring certain mechs. The mechs certainly were no different, pretending to be studying the paintings, pretending like they understood it while thinking which femme they'd like to take home. How barbarous.

It was comedic how simple they act. How they believe they were subtle when they talk. They simply talk about business and how much credit they're making. Bragging while getting annoyed when one bot showed you up? Maybe it was why she attended the gallery. Well one of the reasons. She was a lover of art, collecting few herself. However she could come any other day when the gallery was quiet and lacked the tremendous audience. No, she came here for the entertainment the elites provided. Of course she knew she wasn't the only one.

She could see few mechs and femme who, like herself, prefer to remain quiet but hid a laughing smile behind the glasses of high grade. It's actually a relief to know there are at least other femmes and mech with a processor in those helm of theirs.

Art and laughter, what a beautiful combination. She had to give the artist props on such a beautiful location and of course the presentation was magnificent as well.

Of course all good things must come to an end...


She could see the outline of the artist. So far away, it made her want to run and reach for the mech. However she never dared to approach the mech for many different reasons. It was important that she didn't. But even so, it didn't make it any easier. Just seeing the outline of the mech's backstrut made her spark hurtle all over the place. Pleasant shocks skid random places on her frame. Sometimes he would turn and she could see the smirk upon his lips and it would send a intense wave of heat throughout her frame.

"Femme Myoshia?"

She looked away from the artist and shook her helm in incredulity. Of all places, the mech would come here? She would have never taken the glitch to be a fan of art. She could see the penetrating optics harden at the sight of her. Servos clenched tight in his own before he grabbed her own. She winced before glaring at the mech. What the frag! Schooling a composed front, Myoshia optics gleamed as she stared at the mech before her. Standing tall and proud with a sneer gracing his face plate. Using his height, the mech over shadowed her as if she was a small sparkling. He was trying to frighten her the only way a mech of his intelligent knew how. She wanted to laugh and maybe screw with processor a bit. Did he think she was just some petty femme who'd quickly submit when he stands at his tallest? Or cry when he grabs her servo, squeezing tightly as warning? Did he truly think she'd be scared?

Did he learned absolute nothing from their last encounter?

"Hello there sir." she purred tilting her helm up at him. Maybe to other bots, it looked like she was acting coy with the bot. However seeing the flare in the mech's optics, he knew her all too well. "How may I be of service?"

"We had a deal Femme Myoshia." he spoke. His voice was like a thunder one usually heard during ion storms: low and heavy. She hated Ion storms. "If you meet the-"

"You'll what?" she interrupted. Her optics daring him to finish his sentence. Maybe after a orn of working as head owner she was getting over confident. Most bots would believe she was pushing her luck. However what does she have to lose? She have never trusted the mech and never will. The day the autobots placed her in this position, she accumulate plans of her own. So that's why she couldn't help the small smile that graced her lip plates while her optics darken mercilessly. "Sentinel Prime...are you threatening me?"

The mech stared down at her but with no reply, Myoshia smirked. "Do you take me for a fool Sentinel Prime? We may had a deal on me building you your stupid toys in return for what I ask. So what I do, how I do it...I have no reason to explain to some bot of your...intelligent. And I didn't even make the deal with you. I didn't build anything for you. So don't tell me what I can or cannot do."

She could see the words slowly sinking in. She knew it was sinking in. His optics obscured by pure hatred for the femme, he tightened his servos on the joints. It took will power on her behalf to keep her optics on his while giving him a serene smile. The pain was absolute. She could hear the metal squeal, while small warnings kept obscuring her sight. However she will not step down. For every centimeter he damages, she will times it by 10. It was after all, common courtesy to return the favor.

"Unhand her!" The mech was quick enough to push her away, however the damage was done. Her servo was looked like those crushed organics. Wrinkled, damaged, and dead. She couldn't even feel anything in the mid section of her servos. It seem the brutish mech damaged the receptors. However she paid no mind to it. No. Her optics locked on to the the femme who interrupted their 'disagreement'. Painted in a pastel pink with pearly white trimmings, optics wide and bright like the Ckeva blue star. Delicately tall and happy, the femme stood across from them. Her shout garnered attention from other mechs and femme all whom optics zoomed in on them. Myoshia breathed in deeply before ex venting.

Blue Star certainly hasn't changed.

"Sentinel Prime I believe you over welcomed your stay." Blue Star scowled. Even angered, the femme was pretty. It was ridiculous how a dark feeling grew in her optics. Never had she thought she'd see this femme again. Banishing the thoughts to back of her processor, Myoshia looked up at mech and smiled. She could feel the anger rolling off him.

"You heard the femme." Leave.

The mech stared and walked away. He ignored the dirty looks several mechs sent him, and the way femmes backed away as he approached. Damage was her servo, but damaged was his reputation. He was going to lose a lot of sponsors, she just know it. She wanted the laugh, but that seem too despicable.

"You are my role model Femme Myoshia."

Myoshia looked at the femme confused."...What?"

Blue Sky turned to her, smiling freely and happily. Her optics were twinkling in awe and admiration. She even had her servos pressed against her chassis like some love sick femme. It creep her out.

"I-I mean it's just you are founder of the greatest company! An-And you're so enigmatic and smart! You're also changing lives! I have heard you donated to an orphanage and you even employed certain mechs to take care of it. And you look so...it's like the rumors are true...it's like Primus himself created you."

Mia tilt her help and watched as the femme stuttered while moving her servos frantically. She found the situation amusing. Blue Sky was taller than her, always taller than her, and she was nervous in front of a femme who only managed to reach her chassis. "Say no more, I am gratified you think so highly of me."

This only caused the femme to grin in delight. She frantically began talking about ideas of inventions and plans. Talking about work, business was boring. After work, she did not want to talk about work again. That's the whole reason why she came to the gallery. To relax and clean her processor of ideas and procedures. She enjoyed building her inventions but that was when she was alone. With others, they only speak what she already knew. It was like hearing the same thing over and over.

However Blue Sky had ideas. A bit weird, however Mia could see the potential in them. With more thinking and planning, the idea can be turned into a million credit idea. "Why don't you come to the office tomorrow and we shall talk more about it?"

Blue sky paused, shock transparent on her face. Nevertheless she quickly pulled herself together and nodded anxiously. "O-Of course! This is such an honor!" She glowed in delight seeming to still be in shock. "Oh Primus! I have always dreamed of meeting you b-but never have I thought it would really happen!" at this point the femme was talking to herself. Myoshia let her ramble on, sipping at her high grade.

"Blue Sky!"

Said femme looked over in surprise and thrilled. Her mouth open and closed before closing in embarrassed smile She looked at Mia laughing a little."Femme Myoshia, I want you to meet Sideswipe, he's brothers with the artist Sunstreaker. Sides this is The Femme Myoshia I was blabbering all the time."

Mia always wondered what it was like to be overcharged with electrical energy. She worked daily with voltage and got few zaps here and there, but never enough to dissuade her. Which was why she swore, she got hit. Warm electric currents washing through her frame as she stared at the mech. She could feel her spark sear in her chambers. He hasn't changed. He still looked...

"Well I am quite lucky to be in the presence of the famous femme Blue's been talking about," he smiled tilting his helm. His optics glowed as he studied her. "Although words do not do you justice when they described extent of your beauty."

She felt like she was choking.


"I refuse."

Silver kept her optics on the useless mech called Sentinel. Apparently he was also a prime which came off as a shock for her. This mech? A prime? Really? He was more of a fool, a buffoon to be precise. He practically ordered her to build weapons for him. What did he take her for? Some femme he can order around?

"You must and you will." He warned. She snorted in disbelief. Apparently he does think she is a wag. She crossed her servos in front of her chassis and cringed as pain disrupt in the joints of her frame. She was not used to this body. It was her body but when she woke up, nothing was the same. "

Changed.

She was whole new femme. No longer was she made up of scraps that found. She had a complete, newly made servo. It brought utter joy to her. She did not look like some Junkion but...a femme. She had not seen her faceplate and aticipated to see. Oh how she wanted to show the twins! Though she doubt they would just 'fall' for her, at least she would feel like she was good enough for them. No longer would anyone stare in utter disgust.

She was at least good enough.

However the only thing standing in her way was this slagger! And so far they were going no where. He kept throwing his commands while she danced through it while slowly killing his ego with her words. The longer you keep me here, the more it hurts.

"Do you truly believe a femme of your class has a say in anything?" he drawled on. She tightened her servo letting the words wash over her. However the voice inside her processor echoed the words. Even though she gotten a upgrade in her frame, it didn't change who she was. She was still Silverstriker. A femme with two many bills to pay, femme who at times starved, fainted, got mechs sent after her when bills weren't pay on time. It made her tanks churn just thinking what the landlord would do if he found about her upgrade. The mech liked femmes. Especially if they're pretty. Though she could not see what she looked like, this was an improvement compared to before. However...

Shooting out of her seat abruptly Silver slammed her servos on the table snarling at the mech. "A femme of my class? What does my class or femininity have to do with me telling you no? You do not own me, you do not rule me, and if I want to do something, I. will. fragging. do. it.

The mech stewed in rage as he leaned closer to the femme. "Each and every scrap metal on your frame is property of the Autobots." he whispered maliciously. "So why don't you pipe your useless screaming and be a good femme before I-"

"Before you what? I'd like to see you try, you might be bigger however I met mechs like you...just because of the status and your build, you beat your chassis and believe I will submit? You think I'll just sit and take what you throw? Well guess what, this femme is not taking any of your slagging hissy fit, whatever you throw, be prepared to be knocked on to your aft pipe because I will force you to eat your words and destroy you from inside out."

Sentinel drew back furiously, drawing one servo back high above his shoulder. "You insufferable glitch!"

"Sentinel Prime."

Both bots froze looking at the stranger. Silver honestly met many types of mech. There was so many especially since most were incompetent in fixing their own Pad. However none had such a commanding atmosphere as this one. He was extremely tall, towering her, could hide her in his shadow. She could tell just by looking at his frame that he was built for power. He was strong, but how strong? Silver could bet the mech could win in a gladiator fight. His optics drew toward her, bringing cold electricity down her back strut. What does he want?

"Ultra Magnus, Sir, I apologize you have to witness s-"

He paused once Ultra Magnus rose a single servo up. Just with one look, Sentinel walked out leaving her with the mech. Now she was nervous. She could tell this mech was a high elite, meant to be a high elite. There was always a difference from what Silver learnt. Mechs who were meant to be elites and mechs unfortunately born into elites. This mech commanded attention with his appearance alone. He ordered others with just a look. This was truly a mech who deserved his status. Silver stared at him before taking her seat with a huff. Nevertheless she will not hesitate to punch the mech if was as much of an aft like Sentinel. However the mech sat, scrolling through the pad before looking at her. "Silverstriker, renowned for her ability to build weapons. So far you've been able to build anything requested to you. Even weapons that never existed."

"Well someone has to pay the bills." she bit back. The mech nodded thoughtfully before looking back at the pad. Now she felt a little bad, the mech wasn't even being a bully like the previous mech.

"Silver how about we make a deal, you build us weapons and we offer safety?"

Wait what?

"We can offer you a new identity in return to keep these mech safe. You will be safe as well your loved ones." he pushed the pad in front of her. There were two images. They were disoriented and terribly taken. However what caused her spark to drop, was the obvious paint. Red and golden could feel the lubricant spilling in her mouth as she stared in daze. Why did they need to be safe?

"Decepticons are after you to be specific," he began. "They will stop at nothing to get you, but since you refuse to side with them they have been ordered to offline you. Right now they are trying to find your location even at this very moment."

"Why?!"

"Why not? War slowly brewing and you are a femme capable of holding her own and building a electro gun with your own enemies servo." he remedied. "Will you accept this offer?"

"But.." she could feel her processor scanning through data, information, anything to understand the situation. She was a danger to the twins. If these Cons knew she had connection with the twins...

"Won't they find out? They will if you send protection!"

The mech nodded taking in her words. He looked at the pad, skimming through the data provided. "Your friend Sunstreaker is an artist? Highly known, we can change their location by letting Gallery offer place for his art, promotion, offers, and at the same time we'll ensure their protection."

It made sense and it seemed like the best choice. But her spark still felt heavy. Change alias? "If I change my identity...what happens to Silver?"

"Right now all bots believe Silver is in a high end hospital, being watched over due to the wreckage. If is up to you if you wish to walk here or if you agreed, Silverstriker will be announced offlined."

She stared at the mech feebly before looking at the table. Dead? It made her wonder what the twins will think. It's not like she can get in contact with them. That would place their lives in danger. She was dangerous to be around with. They were after her. They wanted to offline her. How far will they go to get her? Images of the twins hurt made her tank churned. How far?

"Silverstriker?"

She looked back up and nodded "I'll do it." for them, she thought. Clenching her servos, she looked at the mech straight in the optic. "However I am not your soldier nor am I your slave!"

The mech stared at her and nodded slowly. "I apologize for the way you were treated, do not think all Autobots are poorly mannered as Sentinel Prime. You are not a slave nor are you my soldier. You are just a femme."

Silver optics darkened at his words. She opened her mouth, ready to give the mech a screaming. Were all mechs in the high society such bigots? However before she could, the mech continued on. He didn't even notice her rage.

"A strong willed femme who's spark came close to being extinguished. Every time the medics had given up hope, your spark ablaze once more. No matter close to being offline you kept whispering, you need to save him. You need to be there for them. You need to protect them." he looked at her and gave the smallest smile Silver ever seen.

"Silverstriker you are a strong femme who deserves my respect."

Speechless was probably her first reaction. All this time, these mechs only looked down on her. And finally after all these orns of ignoring their harsh words, their mocking stares, she couldn't even stop the coolant from pouring down. All the resentment and hurt she carried, faded slowly as she let the words warm her frame. This was probably the most nicest thing anyone ever said. She couldn't help the sob, the sharp breathing as she tried to calm herself down. "T-Thank you."

Ultra Magnus nodded with small smile. He waited till her breathing normalize and the coolant stop leaking before speaking again. This time, his tone low with remorse. She could see that he knew how she felt. Knew what it was like to leave everything. "However you can never go back to being Silverstriker. You must leave everything behind. You must forget them."

She knew that. She knew she had to leave everything. Leave her job (she was happy about that one), leave her home, leave them...She had to forget about them. She had to forget about everything. "I understand however I would do so gladly if it meant..."

"I see..." he trailed off nodding before sitting up. Stoic expression back and calm voice as low like a calming thunder storm. He read everything she needed to know. She was not the first bot who need to switch identity. She would be given a new home, allowance, an identity of a bot who existed for orns but no one seen. It was amazing how many profiles the Autobots created. They were rather detail on the background of these 'bots'. And it was by Primus luck that Ultra Magnus gave her the alias of middle class femme. Sparked by two famous elites whom died when she was only few orns. Taken care of by the hire, she lived in isolation from then. No one heard from the femme since then which wasn't a surprise since she was non-existence. However she can't live like that. All alone and doing nothing. It sounded so depressing.

"Oh and of course, your new designation is Myoshia."


"...It's a pleasure to meet you as well Sideswipe." she responded politely. The mech gave a flirty grin and nodded. She studied him, her optic greedily taking in everything. She felt her frame warm up in delight. Being here with the bot. It was like returning home. But she also felt something was wrong. Something was not right with the mech.

"Well it was nice meeting you but I just came by to give Blue this." he handed the Blue Sky the pad. He waved them good bye before leaving to Primus knows where. Staring at his back strut while he walked away, it made her spark burn mournfully. But she couldn't help but wonder about the change. There was something dark about the mech...

"You know...he and I used to go out," Blue Sky smiled. "We were going to bond and everything...I even thought Sunny was opening up to me...but.."

Myoshia looked at her thoughtfully. Used to? Although she had someone watch the twins, she never asked for anything beside their safety. If there's any bot who's suspicious inform me, she would tell them. She didn't ask if they had any femmes over, if they bond, who they went out with, if they went to the bar. Just for them to be safe. She didn't need to know those. So hearing this...

"But?"

Blue Sky nodded absentmindedly. "An orn ago, a femme they really cared about offlined."


To be Continued

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