A/N: Next morning after the meeting. I'm using Slingshot as my fall boy with the femmes, unless you guys can recommend another character I can use to bag on. NOTE! When I say Roulette shaped, go on 2 tfwiki and look up Roulette. See her helm shape, but for Capricornia, the colour is a dark, royal purple with twisted horns. Also important, I've changed Quickslinger's name to Quicksilver. It sounds better and more like her quiet, yet speedy personality. Anywho, let's get on with the show!
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Of Femmes and Sparklings chapter 10 – Aggression
It was early in the morning in the training room. The room was not too-brightly lit and was the place of a sole occupant. She had lost 2 large strips of armour on her back, vertically from her shoulders to her hips, and the use of her weapons: blasters, guns, missile launchers and many more, but not that of her great, golden sword, that was now casually held in her right hand as she waited for the simulator to start.
She was furious. She was as angry as the pit itself with the virus within her. She had gone crazy in her room trying to keep still, the urge to hunt down Starscream and personally assist his passage to the Pit at its peak within her. Knowing she wasn't any good like this, she had and asked Elita if she could use the training room to vent her frustration. Granted, she hadn't been thrilled to be pulled out of re-charge by her sub-ordinate, but had understood her need and had then supplied the code.
Capricornia had to admit, for there being a 7-bot army here on Earth, they had set up an impressive base with all the features any warrior, civilian or scientist could ever need.
The small, twisted twin sensor horns on her helm above her audios were pointed straight up in anticipation, instead of resting pointed at a 45 degree angle back like they usually were on her Roulette-shaped helm. The grip on the sword was no longer casual as noises of hologram machinery kicked into gear and the first of the drones appeared.
Gracefully thrusting forward, Capricornia stabbed her sword through the abdomen before whirling it around the head in a blur of gold. The next two she could sense behind her, so she span and slashed through their chests. One disappeared, and one didn't, leaving the purple weapons specialist to slam the sword through a leg while jumping to kick two feet into a drone that had just appeared behind her. Tugging her sword out of the drone, she cut off the pedes of the one that was on the ground from the force of her kick.
Hearing the faint whistle of wind of a bullet from the side, she ducked and rolled, before popping up behind another drone and beheading it from behind. The energon was now flowing through her lines at a rapid pace as her reflexes became sharper and systems warmer at her exertions. A small snarl was on her face as she was attacked by three sword bearing drones at once. She blocked, parried, ducked and weaved an intricate dance between her golden sword and that of the dull drones.
"C'mon, give me a challenge!'" she mocked, leaping to the side of the left one and slashing its sword arm off. In retaliation, the other two drones picked up the ferocity of their attack. Smirking, Capricornia merely sprang into the air to slam her sword through the bodies of the drones. As she looked up to face her next adversary, the system shut down.
In annoyance, the weapons specialist whipped around to the control panel, where a white mech with red decals stood impassively, watching her as she strode towards him.
"Would you mind explaining why you interrupted?' asked Capricornia tersely. The mech shrugged. "I thought you would like an actual adversary, instead of these insipid drones." Pulling out a long, black sword from his back holster, he gestured if she would agree. The purple femme tilted her head to the side, sizing him up.
"Yes. What is your designation?"
A small smirk graced his handsome features. "My name is Drift. And yours?"
"Capricornia."
"Ah, the second oldest sister of the Zodiac. It is my pleasure to fight you," Drift said with a bow. Also smirking, Capricornia raised her gold sword to his black one. As he straightened, they looked into each other's azure optics, trying to suss each other out and intimidate. Drift was the first to move, swiping his sword against hers, trying to batt it out of her hand using brute strength.
"Ha! An amateur move, Drift, surely you can do better," the femme laughed, rolling her wrist with the movement before raising it to swipe across his chestplates.
"Wanted to test the strength of your wrist. Very good." He blocked her shot, and their swords began exchanging blow for blow. The sound of clangs filled the room as their swords met again and again in their twisting, dodging, ferocious dance that was swordplay. As Capricornia jumped and blocked again from Drift's attack, her left pede came down the wrong way and she slipped to the floor. She hastily brought her sword up to defend what (if in real battle) would have been the killing blow. Their swords were crossed and the femme grunted, trying to push up as he leaned over her to look her in the optic.
"Yield," Drift ground out. Inwardedly, he was very impressed. He had never met a femme before who had that amount of skill and natural ability when wielding a blade. Even when he had been a Decepticon, no femmes ever really practised this art. And in truth, he didn't want her to yield. It had been so refreshing to fight like this – to dance – after the pressures of the past few days.
Capricornia's growl fulfilled his wish. "Never." And with that, she rolled her body up with her sword, intending to off-balance him. However, as their chestplates touched, a bolt of true energy shot between them, causing them both to drop their swords, clattering to the ground. Drift heaved himself to the side, breaking the energy.
"H-holy Primus that was intense," he murmured, finials on his head still vibrating with energy.
Capricornia was silent, staring at the pristine white ceiling – that was sure to eventually receive blast marks from training and dents – from where she had flopped onto the ground from her leaning crouch. She vented heavily, trying to get the shock out of her system. 'Compatibility with the first mech I meet after the meetings. What are the chances?'
"Hey, you ok?" came Drift's questioning, yet slightly worried voice.
"Yes. Thank you."
"So…would you like to go out on a date?"
Capricornia stared incredulously at him, seeing his little smirk, and thought he was joking. Her expression became icy and she spat, "How about no?" and turned to stalk away. Drift went after her and caught her hand in his.
"I'm sorry if it seemed I was a little cavalier in my attitude. I'm not joking," he said, willing her to agree.
"Hm…..why? I've only just met you."
Drift smiled again, "You interest me. I have never met a femme with that much sword ability. You are equal to me in ability. If you hadn't of fallen, I have no doubt we would have both been sparring until we could not go on. And…" the white and red mech paused here, meeting the purple femmes optics and went on, "I'd like to help you. If we get to know each other better and end up going beyond friendship, then it's one victory from the Decepticons. When you get all of your systems back, I'm sure you are just itching to get vengeance."
Capricornia scrutinised the mech in front of her as she had done before their sparring session. This time though, she decided to be a little more in-depth. He was slightly taller than she was, with triangular pointed finials. His helm was white, as was most of his body, save for a red decal on his sides. He had a strong chinplate and his nasal ridge was covered by a plate extending below his helm from a gold center point. Autobot emblems displayed proudly on his shoulders. His windshield covered most of his chest, and in his doors – acting like sword sheaths – lay two short swords. His waist was slim, black around with a white codpiece. His thighs were black also, and looked strong. His calves were white, and his pedes were black. Underneath his helm, his azure optics shone sincerely, indicating nothing but honesty. He was handsome and skilled. And, in truth, Capricornia had been thrilled with the fight.
"Ok."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes." Capricornia smirked back at him. "If you are sure. I don't even know if you can handle me."
Drift chuckled, "I'm sure we'll find out then. How about we meet for energon tonight? I've seen the draft roster and I have patrol for about three hours until Earth time 5pm."
"That sounds good. See you then…..Drift." Now alone after the mech's exit, Capricornia could only wonder if this could turn out to be good for her. After all, love on a deadline? Was it even possible? Setting up the drones again, she could feel the slightest bit of frustration and helplessness arising again. It was time to pummel some drones again.
Raising her Spark Blade once more, she struck.
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Another Conference room
"I'm glad that you were able to come to this meeting on such short notice Captian Lennox."
"No problem Optimus. You gotta admit though, this virus thing you told us about? Yeah, some of the head honcho's at NEST are not gonna be happy. They are tolerating your race here as is. If they find out about pro-creation – which scares me how similar it is to humans – they are gonna be even worse. I'll do my best to smooth it over though," said Lennox.
Nodding, Optimus replied, "Yes, I understand. But Lennox, I must ask that the humans, save for you, Epps, Sam and Mikaela see us or work with us until everything is sorted. This will take months. We will not call you to fight with us often, but if you ever need us, do not hesitate. That is our treaty after all."
"Yeah. Let's just hope the SecDef will sway their opinions."
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Ironhide and Chromia's quarters.
The sparkmates were in their berth, just laying together peacefully, what they hadn't been for a long time. It had felt like eternity for the both of them. After being apart for many years, with no physical contact, the night before, after the meetings, they had spent their time re-discovering each other physically through a bout of extensive, sweet interface before dropping into blissful recharge. However, they had not sparkmerged.
"I don't know if I told you this last night, but I like the black on you. I thought you looked good red, but this is…..sexier," said Chromia, gently stroking his cheek. Ironhide chuckled back. It felt so right just to be with her again, and longed to fight by her side. She would always have his back. Always.
"You are the only thing in this universe that I can perceive to be beautiful. Scenery may be pretty and stars awe-inspiring, but it's nothing to you," he murmured back. Giggling, Chromia teased, "Aw Hide, you went to the effort of researching a quote!" Growling slightly, Ironhide released Chromia from his arms.
"Aw baby, don't be like that. You know I'm teasing," the blue femme said.
"I know. It's something else I'm frustrated about."
Chromia's gaze shifted to concerned. "Talk to me baby…..c'mon, I want to practise making a sparkling," she said with a sly wink.
Turning his head sharply away from her he mumbled something the Hummer couldn't hear. "What was that?" Seeing him sigh she waited for his response. "That's just it," the black mech said.
"What do you mean that's just it?" demanded Chromia sharply. "What, you don't want one? Tough luck honey! When we merge, I'm probably gonna have to pop one out anyway!" Sensing her ire aflame in the bond, Ironhide turned back to her placated her with his hands, rubbing her shoulders. The normally content trigger-happy bot looked utterly morose.
"That's not it Mia."
"Then what is? Spit it out before….." she spat, before realising her favourite blaster was inaccessible because of the virus.
"Shh, I'll explain, just…..don't get too upset." Nodding and drawing closer to the warm from of her mech, she looked trustingly up into his optics.
"I don't think I'll be a good creator," Ironhide blurted. Before Chromia could interrupt, he went on. "Listen, Mia. I'm a cannon-toting trigger happy mech who would probably accidentally hurt his own sparkling with his weapons. I'm too dangerous. Not to mention I have no idea how to care for a sparkling, to play with one, to comfort one. Might as well tell someone to design the worst creator of the year award for me," he snorted.
"How dare you," Chromia hissed. She smacked his arm and said, "How dare you do this to yourself. You think I don't have doubts about my parenting skills, Hide, if I have any at all! We going to learn. We are going to learn how gentle to be, how to play, how to comfort….and most of all be a family." Ironhide was touched by the passion behind her words and she went on, a few stubborn tears welling up in her optics. "Hide, this fraggin war has been going on for too long and with too much pain. I want some more happiness in our lives. I've wanted a family, you know that. Now we have the chance to have one, let's take it and frag the Cons all the way to Vector Sigma!"
"Aw, Mia, you have the ability to make me inspired and aroused at the same time," he smiled. Chromia laughed before pressing him onto his back and straddling his hips.
"So, what do you say we practise to make a sparkling?" the blue femme asked slyly, walking her fingers up the black, strong chest to trace his lips.
A gleam of heat was in his eyes as he replied, "I say, we get started right now."
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A/n; yeah, I know the meeting scene between Lennox and OP is lame, but I needed to explain about the large lack of humans in this fic. They will be there, just not much. There will be a scene following Ironhides last comment in the deleted scenes story (side story to this fic. Has all the naughty bits ect). It should be up a few days after this. Next 2 chapters are going to be on the same day as now. And finally, to all my faithful reviewers, MERRY XMAS!