Chapter 7
"I don't care if I have a broken rib Hotshot. I want to train." Kora said firmly. She'd been arguing with Hotshot just outside the simulation room since he'd stopped her from going in ten minutes previous. Sure, in her mind his points were valid, but she really needed to vent. And, she'd gotten rid of Wheeljack's hologram in the computer, so he wouldn't be one of the people 'shooting' at her in the simulation.
"As much as I'd like to see that," a voice said from the doorway. Kora looked over. Wheeljack. "I agree with Hotshot. It would be in the best interest of you healing properly that you not do any strenuous activity. Besides," he said, walking into the room. "I think a certain seeker was more worried about your wellbeing than he let on." he continued with a knowing glint in his optics.
(Kora POV)
'Go talk to him.' Wheeljack mentally added. I sighed, but at the mention of Starscream -AKA my favourite character in this place- I gave in and ran out of the room.
I didn't find Starscream, even after an almost-hour of searching. Plus it didn't help that I didn't know where his quarters were. Where did I find myself? Lost in an unfamiliar part of the base.
"Well crap! I'm lost!" I whined. I heard a familiar bone-chilling chuckle ooze from utterly nowhere and everywhere at the same time.
"So you're the little femme that almost blew my subordinate's cover."
Sidesways. Oh man, I hate that guy! But at the same time I knew that he was just Unicron in disguise.
"Thrust deserves it, and so do you, you aftshaft!" I hissed. Sideways chuckled again, materializing in front of me. I clenched my hands into fists and gritted my teeth. "Let's get something straight here Sideways," I practically sneered the name. "I hate you, and I hate your master, and I hate your subordinate." then I put on a fake-cheery face. "Now, did you want something, or can you let me go to where I was planning on going?" I asked mock-sweetly. Sideways just chuckled and disappeared. I scowled.
"Damn traitorous cryptic mechs." I growled under my breath before walking away. Then a song came into my head.
'I know there's something in the wake of your smile...
I get a notion from the look in your eyes, yeah..
You've built a love, but that love falls apart
Your little piece of heaven, turns too dark...''Listen to your heart, when he's calling for you..
Listen to your heart, there's nothing else you can do...
I don't know where you're going, and I don't know why..
But listen to your heart, before...
You tell him goodbye...'
Little did I know as I sang that it was carrying across the entire base, and everybody was listening. But that was probably also in part to their sensitive audio receptors.
'Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worthwhile...
The precious moments are a-lost in the tide, yeah...
They're swept away, and nothing is what it seems...
The feeling of belonging, to your dreams...'
'Listen to your heart, when he's calling for you..
Listen to your heart, there's nothing else you can do..
I don't know where you're going, and I don't know why..
But listen to your heart, before...
You tell him goodbye...'
'And there are voices, that want to be heard...
So much to mention, but you can't the words..
The scent of magic, the beauty that's been...
When love was wilder, than the wind..'
'Listen to your heart, when he's calling for you...
Listen to your heart, there's nothing else you can do..
I don't know where your going, and I don't know why...
But listen to your heart, before...
You tell him goodbye...'
I jolted in surprise when I heard metal hands clapping behind me. I whirled to see the very same mech I had been looking for for almost an hour. I put my hands on my hips.
"Where have you been? I got lost looking for you mister!" I said in a playfully angry tone. Starscream chuckled.
"I was in my quarters, and I heard you singing." he replied. I sighed.
"I got lost." I repeated, pouting a bit. He chuckled again, gently picking me up in his hand. My heart raced, and I hoped he didn't hear it. Those hopes were dashed when he set me on his shoulder. There was no way he didn't hear. My mind went to my tiff with Hotshot not letting me train and I felt Starscream's amusement. I raised an eyebrow at his smirk, but gave a sad smile when his thoughts went to my singing.
"I love that song. I sang it when I found out my mom was going to leave dad." I said quietly. Starscream knew to drop the subject apparently, because then his thoughts went to the quality of my singing. I blushed.
"I wasn't that good..." I murmured. "I'm a better dancer than I am a singer."
"Really.." Starscream said, rolling his optics. "Your too modest about your talents." he added, a bit more seriously. Then I rolled my eyes.
"You mind taking me outside for awhile?" I asked, giving him the puppy-dog eyes for a moment.
"Not so fast Kora, I've got something for you!" a familiar voice yelled. Alexis. I looked down, jumped down, and stared at her. She had a large shopping-bag in her hand.
"What's that?" I asked.
"I convinced my parents to buy you some clothes. I got the measurements while you were asleep." Alexis answered, handing me the bag. There were jeans, shorts, bras, shirts, belts, scarfs, the whole deal.
"And how did you manage to do THAT?" I asked suspiciously. She smiled, and there was a devious glint in her eyes that I didn't know she even had. In the show, Alexis was portrayed as innocent, caring, and a bit temperamental. Oh well, they also said Starscream would betray the autobots. I managed to stop that from happening. I was also - in the process - preventing Optimus from dying, and Starscream later on. Or at least, I hoped I was.
"I told them you were an exchange student from Canada, and that you lost your suitcase, which had all your clothes in it." she answered with a smirk on her face that looked very out of place. I shrugged.
"Okay, rain-check on going outside. I'm gonna go change out of these week-worn clothes and into clean new ones. I'll be in the rec-room afterwards." I said before walking away.
I scowled as I looked at the clothes that were laid out on my bed. Of course, there wasn't anything wrong with them. They were perfect, and that was the problem. In front of me were two outfits; one was a pair of black jeans, a black belt, black spaghetti-strap, and a dark purple off-both-shoulders shirt. The other outfit was a black spaghetti-strap tank-top, a light blue T-shirt, navy-blue jeans, and a white belt. Alexis had also gotten me a pair of black knee-high boots. They were a perfect fit, the outfits I picked both matched them, but I couldn't decide which one I wanted to wear! So, I closed my eyes, pointed my finger, and spun in three circles. When I stopped and opened my eyes, my finger was pointing to the purple and black outfit. So I quickly undressed from the grinmy jean-shorts and tank top, though I was slightly hesitant about my underwear. I looked around (no security cameras. Good) before removing those as well. I also removed my one-bead necklace and slightly bloodstained bandanna on my wrist, but kept my Uncle Clark's dog-tags.
I dressed quickly, surprisingly eager to show off my new clothes, but stopped when I passed by the mirror. My hair seemed out of place. It didn't match my clothes. I look off the hair-tie and re-styled it into three parts. The bottom (longest) was in a long braid. The middle (a little more than chin-length) was left down, and the top (almost to shoulders) was put into a small bun of sorts on the back of my head, leaving my bangs down.
'Now, to go see my friends.' I thought gleefully as I walked out of the door.
A/N: I'm done for now. I don't own Armada. If I did, Thrust would have never come at all.
