Transformers Galaxy Force: Thunder Storm
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Chapter 35
Rodimus Convoy transformed into his Super Mode and focused, trying once again. Blood red electrical energy crackled between his hands. His optics narrowed as he tried to compact more energy into the small space. His hands began to shake as the compressed energy protested, heating up and turning blue-white. Calling up an image in his mind, he seized the focused energy with his right hand.
He looked down and made a noise of disgust from behind his protective faceplate. A sword handle, he thought bitterly. I'm in my most powerful form, and I'm compressing as much energy as I can without blowing my hand off, and all I can forge is a handle. Lori had asked him earlier about forging a sword of energy, and he decided to try, if only to amuse her. So he had come back to the arena where Blacklight City's underground track began. What frustrated him was that he couldn't manage it.
Letting the useless handle of energy dissipate, he tried again. He tried to focus, but his thoughts were still wandering toward his wife. How could he tell her what he had decided? How could he explain to her how he felt?
His optics fogged up as he thought to himself, The only way I can protect her is by being Rodimus Convoy. But I can't be both Rodimus Convoy and Coby Rumble. How will she react, when I tell her we can never be together? How will she react when I tell her that I have to leave my identity as Coby Rumble behind?
Anger suddenly flooded through him at his situation and he grabbed the energy he was focusing yet again. There was a slight flash of light, and Rodimus looked, expecting to see a handle again. His optics widened as he lifted up a large, blue-white, double edged broadsword, just like he was trying to make, and throbbing gently with power. He started to swing it around, softly at first, and then picking up speed as he got the feel for the humming weapon in his hands.
"I thought you could do it," came a voice. Rodimus whirled around; sword at the ready, when he noticed that it was only Galaxy Convoy who had spoken. He relaxed, spotting Lori standing next to the Commander, admiration and love shining in her eyes.
Galaxy Convoy stepped forward, "I'm very proud of you, Rodimus. You've shown yourself to be a true Cybertron again and again, and you can only get stronger."
Lori grinned mischievously and commented, "I can't wait until we're 18. Then I can find out just how brave you are." Rodimus fervently thanked the fact that there was no one else there, and that his faceplate covered his rapidly blushing face.
"However, one cannot deny that they still need practice," Galaxy Convoy continued. "How about a match between you and me, and find out just how good you are with a sword?"
Rodimus shot a concerned look towards Lori and she smiled, "Don't worry; I won't be in the way." She ran towards the stands and Rodimus sighed, nodding his consent.
"GALAXY CONVOY! SUPER MODE!"
A shaft of golden light appeared by Galaxy Convoy's hand as he summoned the sword he inherited from Vector Prime. He held it in a ready position and warned, "I won't go easy on you, Rodimus Convoy."
"Understood, Soushireikan," Rodimus replied. He lunged forward, only to have to leap aside as Galaxy Convoy casually smacked his blade away and struck out. The Commander was immediately on the offence, forcing Rodimus backward. Rodimus Convoy barely had time to defend himself. He tried to take an offensive stance, but Galaxy Convoy simply batted his blade aside. The Soushireikan found an opening and used the flat of his blade to smack Rodimus on the side of his head. Rodimus Convoy fell on his back, and Galaxy Convoy stepped back.
I hate to do this to Rodimus Convoy, Galaxy Convoy thought to himself, But it's the only way for him to learn why he should fight. "Is that the way you fight, Rodimus? Your fighting style is that of a coward."
His words struck a nerve. "I'm not a Coward!" Rodimus Convoy roared, leaping to his feat and going on the offence. Galaxy Convoy gave ground, but not because he had to. That fact was not lost on Rodimus, who felt his anger surge. The Commander was simply playing with him!
Fueled by his self loathing, Rodimus struck out harder. With a flick of his wrist, Galaxy Convoy sent Rodimus Convoy's blade flying out of the blue and silver Transformer's grip. Then the Commander spun around and delivered a powerful kick that sent Rodimus to land on his back 100 meters away. Rodimus scrambled to his feet and ran to his blade, picking it up and turning to face Galaxy Convoy.
The Commander shook his head, "You loathe yourself. That is not the mark of a warrior. Is there something so wrong about you, something you have done, that you regret?"
Rodimus Convoy hung his head, "Look at me, Galaxy Convoy Soushireikan. I am a mere Human boy in the form of a monster. I hoped that this form would solve problems, but it has only created more. Every day, I put the ones I love in danger. Because I am Rodimus Convoy, and because the Destrons wish for my death, Lori is in danger."
"Does Lori feel this way?" Galaxy Convoy asked. When Rodimus didn't answer, he continued, "I know she doesn't. When she looks at you, she sees a man who would give up his life to make her happy, and who has given his life to her selflessly. You may think you look like a monster, but you are not. You are a warrior. Your only problem is that you don't trust yourself. Thundercracker may have mistaken you for Master Galvatron, but you are not him. You are very different, because you want to use your power to serve."
Galaxy Convoy's words were like a light at the end of the tunnel. He's right, Rodimus Convoy thought. He looked up at the Commander, the light that shone in his spirit when he became Rodimus Convoy shining in his optics once more. He let that light flow, engulfing him and his blade in a blue aura of energy, his Cybertron emblem glowing with a vivid red.
Nodding, Galaxy Convoy let his own power flow from the Matrix, engulfing him in golden light. As if by some unspoken, predefined signal, the two Convoy's charged at each other, and struck out, their blades clashing in one brilliant display of power.