Night's The Time For
A Flight
Part Four
By: Flyby
A
silent black shape crept into the Ark. She was on a mission and no one was going to stop her.
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Blackarachnia
set a sleeping Lightning down on the crib-like bed. Since the Maximal base didn't have any cribs, she and Silverbolt
had to do their best to create one. She
turned on the com that ran between this room and her's/Silverbolt's so she
would hear it if her daughter started crying. Then the she-spider left the room.
After
Niteflite was certain that Blackarachnia was gone, she crept into the room from
the air vents and picked up the sleeping child. Then, as quietly as she could, she flew/jumped back into the air
vents.
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Niteflite
walked into the Predacon base. When she
reached the control room, she said, "Megatron, I have what you wanted me
to get," in an ice-cold, emotionless voice. If any of the Maximals who had know her had seen her now, they
wouldn't recognize her. Her robot
optics were a bloody red and her robot form had silvery-blue highlights that
looked like mech-fluid dripping
down. Her beast mode eyes were a
icy-blue, just like her voice. The rest
of her beast mode coloring was the same, except for she practically glowed red
with evil.
"Good. I want you to call the Maximal base in one
mega-cycle and order them to surrender or the child dies."
"Yes,
Megatron," replied Niteflite, bowing at the waist. Then she left the room to put Lightning in
her new quarters and to wait out the next mega-cycle.
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At
the Maximal base, everyone was in the main room (except for Niteflite, of
course) discussing what to do.
"We
should go after her!" cried Air Razor. Tigatron put an arm around her, futilely trying to calm her down.
"That
would be unwise," said Flyby, "If the Preds did take her, she's
either gone or re-programmed. I don't
like it at all, but our only option is to wait and find out where she is."
Suddenly,
a console beeps from an incoming transmission. Flyby turns on the com and gaps.
"Greetings
Maximals," said Niteflite, "I am calling with a trade off."
"Niteflite,
what are you doing at the Predacon base, and what happened to you?" Air Razor asked in as stern a voice as she
could.
"I'm
a Pred now, ain't it obvious?"
"No,"
Air Razor managed to whisper. Her eyes
were wide and her mouth was hanging in shock.
"Anyway,
back to my proposition. You have until
dusk tomorrow to unconditionally surrender, or else."
"Or
else what?" asked Blackarachnia.
"Or
else she dies," said Niteflite, moving so that the Maximals could see
Lightning.
Blackarachnia's eyes went wide, then she fainted.