Nano-klik = 1 second

Klik = 1 minute

Cycle = 1 hour

Solar-cycle = 1 day

Lunar-cycle = 1 month

Deca-cycle = 3 weeks

Stellar-cycle = 7.5 months

Vorn = 1 year

Meta-cycle = 13 months

…

Turbo sat on her berth – in her personal quarters – sipping slowly at the cube she held in her servo. After receiving a tour of Lockdowns' ship, she had decided to retire to her quarters for some recharge. Though now she found it difficult to rest.

She had to admit that she was nervous about being in such close proximity to the bounty hunter. She was starting to question whether or not she'd made the right decision. Her thoughts were brought to a stand-still by a knock at her door.

"Turbo, we got a job" Lockdowns' voice announced from the other side of the door. "We gotta go" he finished, waiting patiently for the femme to answer.

Turbo quickly downed the rest of her energon, throwing the empty cube in the trash, before moving towards the door. She took a deep intake as she opened the door to find Lockdown waiting patiently. "Alright, I'm ready" she announced, as she stepped out into the hall – remembering to grab her custom rifle as she did.

Lockdown smirked as he turned leading them down the hall towards the (surprisingly large) control room. "We got a call from a Lynk, leader of Uraya" he started, digits running over the keyboard. "Apparently one of the soldiers under her control was an Autobot sympathiser and has helped one of their prisoners escape" he started, bringing up the info of their bounty. "Her and her command staff have dealt with the traitor. But the Autobot got away... It's our job to find him and bring him back" he announced, as he brought up the bots info.

Turbo began to read his file.

Designation: Nightstrike

Race: Iaconian – Autobot

Age: 3800 (Adult)

Charges: Grievous bodily harm, assault, attempted murder, murder.

"Sounds like a real charmer" Turbo announced quietly.

"This 'bot should never see the light solar cycle again. He attended one of Megatrons speeches in Kaon" Lockdown started, as he set the ship on autopilot. "He attempted to offline Megatron, but ended up taking the life of his personal body guard, Shadow-Wing" Lockdown finished.

Turbo lowered her helm to stare at the floor. She remembered that day clearly. Megatron had organised one of his rallies. He wanted to get the word out about the Autobot tyranny… When he was attacked. It had been all over the holovids for at least a Deca-cycle.

"Shadow-Wing was not just Megatrons' body guard, but also his best friend" Lockdown announced, crossing his arms over his chest. "Megatron was a wreck for nearly a Lunar-cycle" he finished.

Turbo took a deep intake before speaking. "Then let's bring this fragger in. For Megatron" she declared determination clearly in her voice.

…

Turbo darted from one hiding spot to another. She and Lockdown had been stalking their prey for some time now. Lockdown had decided to go around to cut off Nightstrikes' path.

:I'm nearly in position. Where are ya kid?: ~ Lockdown

Turbo looked around the edge of her hiding spot, waiting until Nightstrike wasn't looking, before quickly darting to the next spot.

:I'm right behind him: ~Turbo

Turbo glanced around the edge again, only to find that Nightstrike was nowhere to be seen. Slag. She thought. She looked around the edge again, trying desperately to locate her target.

:Lockdown, we have a problem. I lost sight of the target: ~Turbo

:Slag it. We can't lose him now: ~Lockdown

Turbo felt a pang of guilt shoot through her frame. She knew how much Lockdown wanted to bring this bastard in.

:We'll get him: ~Turbo

:I know femme. I know: ~ Lockdown

She could tell he was annoyed at losing sight of the Autobot, but then again she couldn't blame him. She was about to reply when suddenly…

"Well, well. What have we here?" she heard a harsh, cruel voice behind her. She turned around to find a large, bulky dark blue and red mech standing before her. She looked up at him, and found his blue optics glowing eerily. "Oh what fun. I found a bounty hunter" he said, as he circled Turbo like a cyber-lion circling its' prey. "Even better. I found a femme" a menacing smirk graced his faceplates. "Oh what fun I could have with you fem" he finished, as he stroked his servo over her shoulder, causing Turbo to shudder in disgust as she jerked her shoulder from his grasp.

:Lockdown… Help: ~ Turbo

:What's wrong?: ~ Lockdown

Turbo took a step back as Nightstrike advanced on her.

:Nightstrike. He's here: ~ Turbo

Turbo felt spark stopping fear course through her as the large mech reached out for her.

:Slag. I'm on my way kid: ~ Lockdown

Turbo backed away again, before bringing here rifle up, aiming straight for his spark chamber. "Don't move ' bot" she snapped.

Nightstrike stopped for a moment, before throwing his helm back and roared with laughter. "What are you gonna do fem, shoot me?" he asked.

"It's a tempting thought" Turbo replied.

The large mech smirked, before launching himself at the small femme, catching said femme off guard. Nightstrike pushed the rifle off target just as it went off. He then grabbed it and twisted it out the Turbos' grasp. "Pity. I would have thought you'd put up a better fight" he said, tossing the weapon to the ground. "Oh well" he said, as he threw himself over the small femme, causing them both to fall to the ground – Turbo stuck under his body.

"Get off me you creep" Turbo snarled, as she threw a punch at the blue and red mech.

Nightstrike grabbed her servos and held them above her helm. "Nice try bounty hunter" he said, as he transferred both her servos into one of his own. His other servo stroked up Turbos' side, causing the femme to shudder in both disgust and humiliation. "Now, what to do with you?" he asked softly, as he leant down so that their faceplates were nearly touching.

Turbo turned her helm as she tugged her servos, trying desperately to escape. "Let me go" she said, less confident then she had hoped. Nightstrike simply chuckled, bringing his servo up to touch her helm (almost tenderly). Turbo couldn't take it anymore, she jerked her helm upward into his faceplates. Her forehelm hitting him square on the bridge of the olfactory sensor, causing him to jolt up, hissing in pain.

"You glitch!" he snapped, as he smacked her across the faceplates hard enough to split the metal just above her optic ridge. "You'll pay for that" he announced, as he brought his servos around her throat, squeezing hard- cutting off air supply to her intakes.

Turbo gasped as she brought her servos up to grasp desperately at his wrists. She clawed at his servos as he pressed down harder. She tried to fight off the darkness threatening her vision, as she gasped for air. She closed her optics, not wanting this monster to be the last thing she saw.

Turbo was both shocked and gladly surprised when she heard a familiar click of a rifle loading. "I suggest you remove yourself from the fem" Lockdown sneered as he held Turbos rifle against the Autobots helm.

Nightstrikes' grip loosened (just) as he turned to look at the (more experienced) bounty hunter. "I should have known you'd have back up" he said, as he smirked back down at the femme below him.

Lockdown snarled as he powered up the rifle to half power. "Get off her. NOW!" he snapped, pure fury evident on his faceplates.

"Now why would do that?" Nightstrike asked, moving one servo to fondle the femmes' hip.

This caused Lockdown to lose it. He snarled dangerously as he turned the weapon around to thrust the butt of it into the Autobots' faceplates, effectively knocking him from the femme.

Turbo rolled over to her servos and knees, gasping as sweet heavenly air rushed her intakes at once. "You ok fem?" Lockdown asked, as he knelt down next to her. "Turbo?"

Turbo pushed herself up to her knees before sitting back on her pedes. "I'm… Ok" she gasped, as she caught her breath. Though she didn't get a chance to rest, as the Autobot snarled alarmingly sending chills down the femmes' back-struts.

Nightstrike roared as he launched forward, tackling the older bounty hunter – causing said bounty hunter to drop the rifle from his servo. Turbo darted over and snatched her rifle from the ground. She set it to stun (though she set the output power to high, not wanting to take any chances) and aimed at the bot. She waited until Nightstrike sat up – intending to deliver yet another punch to the large bounty hunter – before firing at him, catching him right in the middle of the back.

Both bounty hunters watched as Nightstrike went rigid, before collapsing in a heap next to the black and green bounty hunter. Lockdown slowly sat up as he carefully examined the mech next to him. He turned as Turbo offered him her servo, which he grasped willingly, allowing her to help him to his pedes. "Good work fem" he said, as he knelt down next to the downed mech. He reached forward, grasping the (slightly) smaller mech, before standing up – throwing the other mech over his shoulder. He turned to look at his partner at which time he noticed the crack near her optics ridge. He extended his free servo and stroked his thumb over the wound – wiping the energon from her brow. "I'll have to weld that when we get back" he announced gently, before turning to lead them back to the ship – bounty in tow.

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Sorry it's taken so long to get this chapter up. Been going through some problems… But Hope everyone likes it so far. R & R and let me know what you think.