TK-Productionz: HOO-ha! Another chappie!! Sorry for such a loooooooooooooooooooong wait, good thing nobody held their breath waiting for me to post this next chapter…..
At least…. I hope nobody held their breath… I don't think my insurance will cover those kind of damages….
Onto the story!!!!
He looked to her; words were useless for the onslaught of confusing emotions he brewed for her. Indescribable and limitless in the possible outcomes of meanings his thoughts held about her, he was better off not even attempting to speak. Looking at her his spark suffered onslaught after onslaught of strange thoughts and feelings, feelings outside the boundary of a simple friendship.
He welcomed the vortex of her eyes to suck out his life. The end of his existence would be of greater resolve from someone he desired rather than an enemy.
His hand crept through the space of the bars, she eyed it but did not instantaneously dispose of it. Instead she seemed to be processing several courses of action in response to it.
The wait was horrible but at the same time it acted as a serene asylum for his mind to rejuvenate in. In the end the directive she chose left a large hole in the high density plating of his chest armor near to his spark.
His sensors jolted and alerted in mixed chorus as the sensory detectors honed in on the strange coating her fingers wore. A hard, non-metallic substance felt smooth upon his pseudo-raptor flesh. He shut off his optics for a split second to fully experience the sensation of her hand settling on top of his. It was slow and wonderful, as her fingers reached his hand. He could not help but feel tranquility wash over him as they glided over the bumps and wrinkles of his skin starting from his flattened fingers, rising with the curve of his knuckles till finally they stopped their journey at the base of his wrist.
Her digits were less than half the length of his, dainty and short while his were the long gnarled roots of a tree.
Somewhat terrified with what her reaction would be his hand began to slowly turn palm up from the cold flooring.
The grey digits she possessed, levitated as his extension rotated and to either's astonishment her grey hand gently lowered. Resting in full dainty weight in his palm the hand allowed itself to embraced by his long, clawed fingers.
Somehow through the hard material of her hand warmth began to generate into his palm.
She couldn't classify it as anything, most certainly not any anomaly her mind could produce. Somehow a living warmth conjured from both of them, leaking in and out of her suit to spread into his and hand and back into hers.
She gawked up at him, her sense of perception was half-dead and barely hanging onto the brink of her mind as her eyes met ruby light.
No matter how imbecilic he felt at the moment, it felt right to do it anyway.
Not even sure if he understood the words in his processor he began blindly.
"You and I… You and I are much alike. Cunning, fearless…. Like me, you probably left your squadron in search of something better….. Perhaps you're here now because like me, you refused to be given orders by any dishonorable incompetent who dared to call himself a leader. You even refuse capture… Death is the only thing that could stop you and yet here you are now. Such an unworthy sentence… To be prisoner when you are of such great war-based nobility instead of being rewarded a death in battle. It is a tragedy as horrible as loosing one's honor. Things with such honor as you and I should exist free… Without our own personal freedom neither of us would exist at all…"
Cutting off his vocal projector, he felt a lug-nut or two loosen as he rose shakily from the floor. Though a great weight lifted from his shoulders he still could feel a quiver, not from strained servos but instead it was a natural shudder of relief. The after effects of a successful oration to a tough audience could easily do that to a bot of any caliber.
She watched him speak, regrettably still perplexed by the familiarities of words flung at her. The words existed far just beyond familiar but the meaning….
The meaning of the words existed behind encrypted walls in her mind but the sound that delivered them bore directly into her soul.
A deep emotion emanated behind the sound of his voice that could not be fallacious or pretended. A want for contact and an act of truth registered through her.
This creature, this… Robot… Was not communicating with her, he was contacting her soul. The second time her mind returned to him she gazed upon a kindred spirit behind the illuminated eyes. No longer simply chips and wires but an actual ghost in the shell staring back at her; a sense of passion glared as bright as the LED within his eyes.
Her face remained hardened but behind it a glow of her own began to ignite.
Unnatural to her metaphorical dead-bolts that were riveted into her mind, an emotion began to loosen these locks on her soul. Slowly the dead-bolts lost the pressure of such tight screwing and rust caulking. She felt it around her eyes as her black brows lessened in their intensity, that entire area was now slack.
Her eyes continued to have the vicious ability of a black hole but the feeling received as his spark was slowly pulled into them changed dramatically. No longer were her organic eyes the frozen, razor edged conduit that slowly consumed his spark. Warmth began to tunnel in from the walls to melt the tundra. The traces of his spark already consumed basked in a gentle heat.
She seemed to jump an entire new level of comprehension each time they met. Meeting only twice before and yet the fact that she understood his respect for her existed as quite the phenomenon.
The pain of having to leave after such a spiritual connection held voice as his patellar joints grinded against the hinges when he stood up to finally leave. His pointy teeth curved around the brim of his metallic lower lip and began to swiftly remove the blue paint.
Rat-Trap, in all of his wise-aftery, began to summon for him by use of a red button that controlled the room's intercom panel. An annoying guttural buzz thrashed through the air like the gnarled path of a rusty dagger.
He growled loudly, the female gave him a hostile look but at least softness remained to coat the strange hypnotic shards in her eyes.
He exited through the door swiftly, regretful of passing up a last chance to have his spark sucked out.
It was strange to watch him go but not as strange as the pucker her face contorted in.
What was it that caused the stone indifference of her face to suddenly grow warm and melt…?
Surely hunger did not exist as such a powerful debilitation that it could change the entirety of a person's persona. The excuse of hunger as the means in which her guard was lowered acted to soothe the discomfort she felt in examining her current state.
Her lip twitched with agitation as her mind suddenly lowered from shallow thoughts to delve into deeper judgments theorizing why she lowered her glare. Her train of thought nearly crashed and sent her into mental disarray when a certain subject matter was pursued.
The thought was hazy, it had something to do with the striped biceps…?
Quickly throwing away the destructive thought she took command back into her face. Almost painfully her eyes snapped back into the cold hardened glare she always wore. She directed it to the ceiling, to threaten it to stop wailing such an annoying guttural buzzing.
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His optics flared as the sensitive lens inside adjusted to the abundant light. Instinctually, a clawed hand rose to block the illumination in prevention of visual overload from the lights.
"Primus!! You spent so much time in there…"
Dinobot slowly lowered his hand, a glare fastened to his face.
The copper, slag-head smirked, knowing his words were getting to the ex-pred. "Well I'm glad ta see you've met a creature just as stupid as you, seems ya finally found someone you can keep up with…"
Dinobot let it go. Right now he had a bigger, spark-pounding motive he would have to execute to prove that he was in fact an honorable warrior.
Rat-Trap continued with the insults, though his focus was already drawn back to the screen. His digits pounded on the keyboard in fast random rhythm.
The energon within Dinbot's router systems began to shoot throughout the entire length of his mechanical arteries. His energon pump thrashed so violently he worried that the palpitations would sound in loud clangs and give away his position.
It felt cowardly at first, the action he executed, but it would be set right once a frontal address to the target was made.
His movements were slow, fluid; possibly even rivaling the deadly stalking Tigatron's beast mode was capable of. His metal plantars connected to the floor with such silent ease it appeared that his feet molecularly fused to the floor. His digits curled menacingly as his arms jutted out. Only a foot away from his target he let a mute rattle out of his cyber larynx.
Like a blunt disruption to a beautiful symphony, Rat-Trap turned around in his chair to face him. This stopped the warrior dead in his tracks, brutally mutilating the stagger in which he tried to sneak up on him.
Dinobot's pump squeezed all the energon from its valves as he contorted his body in mid step. The abrupt disturbance to his stalking made him cease up and contort in what only seemed a metal version of post mortem rigamortis.
The pump remained inactive and placed him on the edge of stasis lock as his optics burned out as they peered upon Rat-Trap.
The quirking of his copper brow was the worst, especially since his face appeared so comical.
Just as Dinobot thought he would not suffer anything worse all pits and slag-beholden inferno broke loose as the robot without an assembly line opened his mouth.
"Eyh!!…… What the frag are you doin' Lizard Lips…?"
An insult….and profanity.
The perfect catalyst to begin assault and hopefully battery upon the copper mech.
He smiled, the simple curve of the mouth did wonder's for his pump's malfunction.
"I'm sorry…"
It wafted through the air on sonic waves as weak as a whisper.
The apology was greeted with another fish hook through the optic ridge, the statement failed before it could reach Rat-Trap's audio-receptors.
If not for the action swift to follow; Dinobot would have shot himself in result of such perversion of placing a hand on the vermin's shoulder. He smiled even more at the sound emitted when his free left hand shot back and then blasted forward, striking Rat-Trap's head with such force, it spun in 360 degree rotation.
The copper bot's body slammed into the panel of the control desk causing a few harmless sparks to shoot out from the monitor. Right as the vermin's legs gave out his optics shut down and he limply crumpled to the floor.
Feeling much better now that some damage was dealt to counter the previous act he looked at his soiled and appeased hands. Kicking the collapsed mech to the side he directed his hands to the control desk's keyboard.
His mastery over hacking lacked severely in every detail, lucky for him the system used to monitor and detain his new comrade was a simple bit format program. Through such a severity he finally hit enough random buttons that the control panel registered his typing to be exact to the code for the active controls Rat-Trap had inserted during his shift. A diagram of the room's functions and controls displayed on the screen. Continuing with digits hitting keys blindly it took several unregistered tries before the controls took his command to disable itself. The drawback of his success was that the disabling was in a layer format and included the shutdown of every thing in the brig.
He looked to find the screen holding the recorded surveillance of the room went black. To his ability he managed to shut everything down, except of course the one thing that truly acted to detain such a warrior as her, the holo-restraining beams.
In the black box of the video, white beams glowed, the security camera lacked the ability to produce color. The remaining energy beams glowed strongly in darkness of the holding cell the gentle illumination formed the lines of a three dimensional cylinder. The only trace of the female was the area of white beams obstructed by a dark blot. Most likely she crouched defensively in the absence of light, not by cowardice but the motivation to guard herself against hidden foes. Though her presence did not display any movement, he smiled still, aware that she remained in the cell.
His eyes painfully moved back to the task at hand. The page displayed required a 5 digit access code. He glared down at the crumpled body of Rat-Trap, the little slag-eater was compulsive enough to install a security filter during the short duration in his shift of guard duty.
Code translation was not in his caliber of talent but destruction was. His rotary sword shot through the remote mother board, the force in his arm alone far superior to the flimsy metal and wiring of the mother board. Snapping on the switch that activated the weapon's unique ability he quickly let go of the hilt to prevent an system over load. Electrical surges shot through the weapon as it mercilessly drilled through the mother board, with the surges came sparks and wiring in a geyser from the widening hole as the drill buried.
He smiled to find the glow of the white bars disappear just before the monitor abruptly deactivated.
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She felt her reflexes and natural instincts click into place as the foreboding beams dissipated. Her eyes welcomed the blinding state of the dark, her hearing and perception splayed out in the same probing fashion her arms did as her body set itself on all fours. Still in a crouch, she moved from the space once enclosed in. Her face, low to the ground felt the heat and saw the residue ember of the light projection ports.
Though completely blind she was not disabled. Her acute memory triangulated the distance of the door.
Only five feet away…
She became stationary as a sudden force acted to stop her travel.
She glared into the vivid white light and recognized the black figure outlined in the blinding white.
She flexed her powerful muscles as she strategized several different motives for the situation before her. Feeling a familiar quiver from the bloodthirsty muscles of her left arm she decided what was to be done. Though a connection had been set between them, like any other relationship behind enemy lines, she would have to break such bonds and kill her companion.
He stood in front of her, a gun clutched in his hand…. her gun. As it drew out to point at her she remained motionless in her crouch, not the least bit surprised. The motive behind pointing her firearm at her was to keep her from attempting any sudden lunges to his form.
Watching him silently her eyes settled completely on his arm as he confidently lowered it to his side. Once at his side the gun flipped between his spidery fingers. The two outer fingers of the three moved until the handle of her gun moved from being utilized in shooting her to a neutral pose. The way the fingers supported her gun made it impossible for any of the fingers to reach the trigger.
Either he was foolish or sensed something in her she was yet to accept.
Instead of jumping to her feet in an almost unseen speed to disarm and then neutralize that which stood in her way of freedom she did nothing. Not shocked or in such mystified behavior that her body was paralyzed, she simply did not remove him from her point of escape because she simply decided that she wanted to do something different for a change. The whole pounce from her subservient position to take the enemy by surprise was so predictable of her. While she slowly died of starvation she didn't want to further her torture by boring herself into slow death as well.
It was after he backed two feet out of the threshold of the door that she decided to get to her feet.
She stepped confidently through the frame, her nervous system in a perfect nook between gentility and perception of aggressive attack.
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Ooo!!! A cliff hanger!! How much of a bitch am I? First I keep you all waiting for what was considered half of an eternity for this chapter and now I leave you in suspense…. I'm just as sadistic as Noose!! Yippie!!! I didn't know I had it in me to be like her!!! I'll try to get the next chapter posted this week but if I can't… Well I'm very thankful my home address isn't posted on this site so no one can break in and force me to finish the next chapter at knife-point…