'kay, so...no reviews, dis makes meh sad, but oh well. Um, I really want feedback on this chapter simply because this is only like the second fight scene I've ever written and I need some guidance if my future fights are to be any good. Thanks go out to those that favorited/alerted. I hope you enjoy this chapter. ^_^ The type-os will be fix in a few days when I go back home, at the moment I'm at my dad's house where you're lucky I even have internet and Notepad, I hate Notepad by the way, it sucks, a lot. ^_^
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Project Mockingbird
Chapter 9: Becoming Other And Facing The Leviathan.
That one moment to react was everything, she knew it was. Because, in that instant, she was standing on the border between her world and that of the Autobots, she was on the cusp of becoming something other than human. In fighting for their cause she would be giving herself over wholly to it, and there would be no going back. She knew that. She knew that once she gave herself over to the Autobot cause that she would never, should the situation ever require it, be able to put humans before Autobots. For she would be fighting not as a human for an ally's cause, but as an Autobot for the Autobot cause, it would in that moment become her own. And there truly would be no going back from that.
She knew it.
It was not a hard decision to make, though perhaps it should have been.
*Back at an undisclosed location in the States*
"It has become apparent that we will be unable to get our hands on one of the Brains. We need to try a different approach if we want that information."
A snort, the voice was scornful. "If we want that information? Do you know how much that info would be worth on the Black Market? That's assuming we even wanted to sell it."
"We don't." Sharp, commanding, this was the voice that belonged to he whose word was law, he was to be obeyed or there would be hell to pay. "That information is invaluable to us, with it... well, we all know what we could do with information like that." There were chuckles, some malicious, some almost wistful. "Get in touch with The Baron, we will be using his skills for this job."
"Capo, are you sure that's a good idea? If he's involved then that means-"
"Do as you're told." Anger, annoyance. "Or shall I have someone else head this operation? You have already failed me once when you were unable to grab the girl."
There was a low curse in Italian before the Brainless Behemoth nodded sharply. "Sì Capo, I will do as you say."
*And back to our Leading Lady*
She crouched slightly, feet spread to carry her weight, short Energon blades appearing in her hands as if from nowhere at all. She smiled, held tilted to one side almost invitingly, at the mech in front of her but it was a dangerous smile, different than the one's she had used before, for this fight would be more violent than any she had ever faced, different because she would try with all that she had within herself to kill the being standing before her. "Will you come at me then?"
The mech laughed with ferocious delight, carnal and primitive as was befitting a battle. It was, in its own way, as terrible as a war cry. Her smile widened and she felt an answering laugh coming from her Energon-blood and echoing up out of her body for the whole world to hear, optics lightening to a blue so fiercely pale they were like shards of the bright harsh desert sky, pitiless and brutal.
He came then, his own blade ready for hers. She was not there to meet him when he arrived, though he did not have the time to wonder where she had gone. The bite of her blades into his back armor was enough an answer to that.
He spun, blade out in a sweeping motion, hungry for her metallic flesh. Again she was not there when he ought to have reached her. And again he had no time to wonder where she'd gone, he gave an angry cry when her blades cut a deep score down his side and this time leapt away from her, careful to keep her in his sights. He stood with a slight hunch, his injured side facing carefully away from her and eyed her with contemplation; it was obvious he had jumped into this fight without much thought, underestimating her, and was now regretting it.
She flashed him a cattish smile and gave a languid stretch, mocking him with her unscathed form, before settling down into her careful crouch, ready to move at any moment. She would not charge him, to do so would be foolish of her as his was the longer reach, but she would not allow herself to be unprepared for his next attack.
Although she was slightly unprepared for his sudden retreat.
She hesitated for only an instant before cautiously following him, her senses spread wide to detect any other Cybertronians nearby. She would not allow something as valuable as an Allspark fragment to fall into Decepticon hands, all the same, if he wished to move their battle away from the shard she would not object. The knowledge that she was far enough away that the energy of that shard would not be able to bring her robotic body to life caused her to let go of at least one stressor.
She began moving more gracefully with that small bit of freedom, giving sudden sharp lurches in the mech's direction as if in attack, always just barely out of reach, that had him feeling as though he was being herded despite the relocation being his idea in the first place.
When they came upon the next large chamber she was forced to duck as he took a quick swipe at her head, cursing and only just nicking his arm in retaliation. She was forced to give up her attempts at unnerving him, she lost too much focus for it to be of any benefit for her, and instead keep a careful eye on that blade of his. Not letting her attention wavier for even a second.
Just as he planned.
Her intent focus on his sword was why she missed the small transformation occurring in his other hand, the appearance of a short-range Energon pistol. She did not notice it, that is, until he shot her with it.
It was luck, mostly, that she had in that moment made a sudden movement to the left in a bid to attack his injured side, it meant that she was shot in the shoulder instead of the chest.
The instant she registered the new weapon she adapted to meet it, bringing forth her own gun, it was not exceptionally powerful as her expertise lay in the use of blades and close-quarters combat not anything long-range, but in the cave where their movements were confined it would easily be a match for his.
He, whose expertise was more balanced, realized this as well and immediately moved to draw her out of the cave system altogether and out into the open.
He succeeded, for she was now very angry and was consequentially thinking with less clarity, but was slightly less triumphant than he had expected. The mech stared in shock at the hole in his abdomen and glanced up at the femme he had been fighting, her hands were at her sides, still wisely armed but clearly not the source of his new injury, and she was smiling viciously. He stumbled slightly and turned to flee. The sound of burning, sizzling, warping metal was drowned out by the roar of the mighty falls as he collapsed to the ground, another hole joining the first in his chest.
Windfury watched with a morbid festination as the blue glow from the mech's Spark slowly faded to darkness, she turned back to the cave with a sound of satisfaction low in her throat. {Thanks Coder.}
And the always cool voice in reply. {You're welcome Fury.}
Their choice was made.
The title is a reference to a phrase I've read before "facing the leviathan" used when facing the character's first battle/death in war.
Capo, if you were wondering, is Italian, supposed to be anyways, for boss. So, I hope you enjoyed this chapter, shoot me a reveiw, yeah? ^_^ See you next time!