Hostile Territory
Written by: Okami
Chapter 23- Trust, Honor and Friendship
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You are missing in my heart
Tell me why I can't be there where you are
Show me the meaning of being lonely
Is this the feeling I need to walk with
Tell me why I can't be there where you are
There's something missing in my heart
Lyrics: Show Me The Meaning of Being Lonely_Backstreet Boys
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*I do NOT own Transformers: RID. {Drat!!}
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"Well done, Scourge. You have managed to prove me wrong, for once," Gigatron praised, looking over his Decepticon underlings. "By using the stolen energy wisely I should be able to defeat Optimus Prime with no problem."
"I am greatly honored that you approve, my lord," Scourge replied, lowering his head. Just a little bit longer, then I can get rid of this façade and do away with his pile of scrap! A smile crossed his lips as he thought of ways to purge himself of his power-hungry and idiotic master.
"There's just one problem," Gigatron continued. "I thought I ordered that femme you were monitoring to remain at base."
"Yes sir you did," the Decepticon replied, unsure where his leader was going with this conversation.
"Then why is it that she is off joyriding through the city?!"
Scourge's optics flew to his leaders face.
"I don't want to hear excuses! Just bring her back!"
"As you wish," Scourge replied, gritting his mouth component to refrain from losing his barely leashed temper.
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"Total Missile Shower!" Suzuki shouted, stretching her arms out to the side. Two hidden compartments on each arm and leg opened to reveal a warehouse of missiles all aimed at the enemy.
Prowl crouched low the ground and used his shield to protect his face as the ground around him exploded from the arsenal of fire. Countering with his own attack, the Autobot dislodged one of his opponents laser rifles before she could concentrate their power into one stream of energy.
"Combustion Missiles!" he yelled, targeting a non-vital part of Suzuki's framework. His aim was just slightly off and the missiles missed their target by a few millimeters.
"You should really work on that aim of yours," Suzuki cooed, charging him full speed. Landing a perfect uppercut to his jaw component, the femme smiled gleefully as she watched his body fly a few feet back. She strolled over to where her enemy lay, slowly extending her talons of steel from her delicate fingers. It was almost disappointing to see an adversary fall so easily, but then again, they weren't nearly as powerful as herself.
"Don't worry, Prowl. This won't hurt a bit," she purred, seating herself gently on his abdomen. "I won't feel a thing." With that said the female pointed her talons at the Autobot's beating spark and drove them forward.
"WAIT!" Prowl yelped, optics as wide as they could go.
Suzuki's purple optics turned to his, irritation and curiosity clearly shinning within. "Are you going to beg for your life?" she asked, amusement in her voice.
"No. You just forgot to ask if I had any last words," he replied, praying his plan would work. Because if not…then he would never see his dear brothers again, or patrol the streets of the Earth, or have that vacation everyone said he should take.
Suzuki paused for a moment as she contemplated his request. "Very well," she consented. "But make it quick. I don't have all day."
Prowl heaved a heavy mental sigh. He would have liked to have gotten to his feet right now but with the weight of the femme seated on his midsection that seemed highly unlikely.
Okay, okay. Stay calm and remember your training.
"10-56 is a person down."
Suzuki cocked her head to the side. "What?"
"10-56 in the police officers manual means a person is down. Am I right?" Prowl asked, knowing full well he was wrong. If his plan worked, she would have to answer correctly.
"No," she began a bit hesitantly. "10-53 means a person is down. 10-56 means a suicide." Suzuki observed her captive a bit more closely. Something didn't feel right to her. If Prowl is a cop then he should know all the police codes by heart and not screw up one so basic, right?
The Autobot turned his head and looked at her out of the corner of his optic. "Are you sure? I thought 10-57 was a suicide and a 10-53 meant a firearm was discharged."
"You must have a few bolts loose or something because you're getting these all screwed up. Look, 10-53 means a person is down, 10-56 means a suicide, and 10-57 means a firearm was discharged," the femme replied, getting more than a little annoyed with this moron of a policeman.
Prowl noticed her defenses steadily weakening with every correction. Good! She's loosing focus. Just a little bit more and…now! Once Suzuki lowered her hand away from his chestplate, the Autobot lifted his legs over her head and locked them around her torso, pushing her away from his front and towards the ground.
"Why you!" she shouted, digging her claws into the sides of his thighs. Struggle and claw as she might, the Autobot was not relenting for he kept her pinned to the grassy earth.
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Skybyte watched with keen interest as the two robots battled it out right in front of him. Well, he was safely hidden behind the surrounding trees and brush so they weren't able to see him, but he could see them and every move they made perfectly. His jaw nearly unhinged when Suzuki let loose her total missile shower, turning a large boulder into mere peddles right before his very optics.
"Eek!" he yelped, protecting his cranium from falling rocks. What proceeded was a dramatic light show of missiles, lasers and bullets firing from both sides, neither willing to give in. The ground itself seemed to shake from their heavy feet, disturbing the once peaceful forest and sending it into a panic. But that didn't bother ol' Skybyte, not a bit, for his attention was plastered to the Decepticon, who had just uppercutted her Autobot opponent.
"This should be interesting," he said aloud, leaning forward. It was like watching the climax of a movie where the bad guy might just actually win. Everything seemed to still as Suzuki's razor sharp talons drove towards the Autobot's chestplate, aiming to crush his beating spark. Skybyte himself ceased to breath, so totally caught up in the moment that when Prowl yelped he fell back, startled by the sudden sound.
The hidden Predacon listened intently to their resulting conversation, confused at what the Autobot was up to until he swung his legs over his head. Suzuki, being trapped beneath her enemy's legs, was left with only one choice: use her claws. Skybyte winced when the sound of metal upon metal echoed in his audio receptors, also sending a chill through his frame.
For at least fifteen minutes or so the two struggled to gain the upper hand, but it seemed they were in a stalemate.
"Shall we call it a draw?" Suzuki asked, letting her arms fall to the ground in exhaustion.
Skybyte's optics widened. He couldn't have just heard that, could he?
"On one condition," Prowl panted, pushing the pain in his legs to the back of his mind. "You don't try anything sneaky."
"I give you my word."
Prowl released his hold on the femme and rolled onto his back, trying to regain his breath.
CLICK.
His golden optics soon found themselves staring down the shaft of Suzuki's laser rifle.
"Now she's got him," the Predacon grinned, leaning forward to observe the fun.
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The middle Autobot brother gazed at the two double barrel laser rifles pointed straight between his optics. He could feel his spark pounding against his chestplate, fearing it might just burst with fright.
Never trust a Decepticon! his inner voice screamed at him. What took place next surprised even him.
Suzuki lowered her weapon of choice and locked optics with him, before extending her hand. It took a moment for his dulled mind to register the fact that she was offering to help him up before he grasped her hand.
"But…I thought," he stuttered, struggling to remain on his feet. The lacerations and puncture holes made by Suzuki's claws were now dripping energon fluid as well as sending sharp pain signals up his body.
"I gave you my word. Nothing sneaky or underhanded," she replied, pointing her gun towards the grass but kept her finger near the trigger.
The Autobot cast her an unsure glance. His instincts told him to be weary of the enemy but his heart told him she could be trusted, even though she was the one who had almost taken his little brother from him. Just remembering the incident made the energon flowing through him boil with anger. Sideburn's pained face and anguished cries, the fluid pouring out of his weakening frame, and the sound of his body being torn apart piece by piece was almost more than the police car could stand.
"Barrage Attack!" a harsh voice erupted from the trees, followed soon after by the whistling of missiles.
The ground around the two exploded violently from the assault, throwing them both back and off their feet. A tall black shadow appeared within the thick forest surrounding the meadow, his ruby optics glowing brightly. Scourge exited the trees faster than anyone would have thought possible with his bulky build, crimson sword pulsing with energy.
"Sword of Fury!" the black Decepticon bellowed, charging the already injured Autobot.
Prowl tried to jump out of the way of the swinging blade but thanks to the damage inflicted on his legs, the Autobot soon found himself on the ground and vulnerable to the attack. A pained scream escaped his clamped mouth component as the searing weapon bit down on his exposed side and back. Even with his hands clamped across the large wound, energon continued to pour forth, dripping down towards his injured legs and the already stained earth.
The middle Autobot brother lifted his golden optics from the gash and stared in shock at Scourge and Suzuki. He quickly noticed the two standing rather close to be simply battle comrades. Prowl's spark sank in his chestplate as his CPU recognized the silent exchange between the two. In spite of the loss of fluids, he still tried to stand and face the two Decepticons.
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Suzuki couldn't help but watch as Prowl, as damaged as he was, tried to stand and face them. After much struggling and a few failed attempts, the Autobot somehow managed to stand on his shaky and severely injured legs. Although he now stood before her, she knew he wouldn't last another assault.
An emotion she thought void of her being welled up in her spark as she watched this transpire: compassion. Suzuki could not help but feel sorry for Prowl and wish to help him.
She shook her head. A Decepticon does not feel pity or compassion for any one much less the enemy! And yet….
Scourge gripped the handle of his sword tightly, optics blazing and pinned on Prowl.
"Prepare to die Autobot!" he roared, charging forth.
"Stop!" Suzuki cried, dashing in front of her companion, arms outstretched.
The black transformer skidded to a halt and glared at the femme, wondering why she had stopped him.
"I'd like the pleasure of finishing him," she said smoothly, a mischievous smile across her lips. Taking the few more steps toward Scourge she walked her slender fingers up his chest plate, her eyes following until they locked with his.
"He's all yours," the Decepticon replied, smiling down in what could only be affection.
Suzuki turned from her comrade and walked slowly towards Prowl, extending her steel talons further with every step. Her smile changed from mischievous to seductive as she stopped a mere foot from her enemy. The Autobot didn't seem to notice for his optics were dimmer than normal and his heavy frame seemed to shift from side to side unsteadily.
Without a second thought, the femme rammed her fist into Prowl's gut, retracting her claws just before impact, making it appear to Scourge that she'd skewered the Autobot.
"This is for your own good," she whispered into his audio receptors as his sensors shut down and he slipped into stasis lock. "I'm sorry."
Turning her back to the fallen transformer, she waited for Scourge to transform and head back to base before….
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The hologram of a young girl once again analyzed Sideburn in the reconstructed med bay, his tattered body still in need of repair. Her drones worked day and night to complete the repairs, and they were doing a terrific job, if it just weren't so darn tedious! Several main circuits had been fried, too many wires to count had been severed if not shredded, and his chest plate was now a pile of scrap. But, even through all of these trials, the young Autobot brother should be up and running by mid-afternoon the next day, leaving him plenty time to carouse around searching for that little red sports car, thanks to the technical genius named Tai.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
Tai materialized before the main console of Teletran 1. Her brow furrowed in confusion as an unidentified source tried to contact Autobot Headquarters.
"What's that beeping noise?" RapidRun asked, entering the large chamber, flanked by the other two members of the bullet train team.
"I'm picking up a strange broadcast," Tai answered, activating a view screen. The process allowed for an open channel but the monitor displayed nothing but static, unable to reveal the callers identification.
"Code 10-53 {static}. I repeat,{static} 10-53," a feminine voice spoke.
"Must be a police frequency," RailSpike concluded. He recognized the code as one Prowl would recite along with all the others in the police manual.
"Police man down. {static} Sector Delta-Alpha, sub-sector C," the voice continued.
"Then again. Maybe not," RapidRun added, noting that only Autobots and Decepticons graphed sectors like that.
Tai ran a quick scan of that area but found no responding Autobot. Thinking it must be a trick, she lifted her finger to disconnect the channel when the message suddenly became quite convincing.
"10-53. Need immediate medical {static) and repairs. {static} Damage critical."
RailSpike, RapidRun and Midnight Express cast one another quick glances.
"That's enough for me," RapidRun said, heading for the spacebridge.
"Right behind ya," RailSpike replied, transforming and beginning his entrance into the warp tunnel.
"Hey guys! Wait for me!" Midnight Express cried, quickly transforming and racing to catch up to his teammates.
