KatDrama: No! Code Red 73, don't go away! Come back! What have I done? Do you think I've lost a reviewer?
Kitty: Just relax. Code Red might be back. We're all just a little shocked at the surprising twist you sprung on us in the last chapter.
KatDrama: Oh, that. (smiles) It's about to get way more twisted. Just stick around for a few more chapters. Turns out that it's more of a love SQUARE (if there is such a thing) instead of a love triangle.
Kitty: WHAT? Who's the fourth?!
KatDrama: (smiles) I don't think I'll tell you yet, you can just discover it yourself.
Kitty: But that's so mean!
KatDrama: I know ; D well, onwards!
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Chapter 41
The Not-So-Peaceful Talks
Thoughts tumbling around the issue of Hot Shot swam through Emrial's head like some goldfish that refused to die. It wouldn't matter how hard she hit her head she couldn't get them out. They just kept swimming inside her brain, so she had to go on with them cornered in the back of her mind. Right now she really had to at least try to concentrate on the task set before her. After all, going with Optimus to a meeting with Megatron required one's full attention. Emrial nervously tugged at her gloves, in case they weren't on snug enough.
Optimus, towering tall above the fidgeting girl noticed her nervousness. "Relax. I'm sure everything will go just fine. Jet Fire's standing by with back up if we need it."
Emrial gulped until her throat was dry. "Explain to me again exactly why you need me along." She couldn't help the obvious quiver in her voice. After all, why would she want to be meeting up with the psycho bot who almost ended her life?
Prime sighed as he picked the organic up in his hand and held her out at about chest's height. "Because, Megatron fears you, and just your presence might be enough to keep him from doing anything rash."
"So, you want me to play referee?" Emrial shuffled her boots clunkily.
"If you want to call it that."
"Great." Emrial sighed as she hunkered down and sat cross-legged in the enormous hand.
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Inside the cockpit of his personal ship Hot Shot fiddled with the controls, adjusting this and that so that everything was just right. But he too had his load of goldfish swimming inside his head. He couldn't help but let his thoughts drift back to Emrial. What an idiot he was. Why did he say something like that? Surely she would hate him now. The soldier sighed heavily before a crackle on the com-link frightened his fish into hiding for the moment.
"Hot Shot, come in." Jet Fire's face came up on the screen inside the ship's cockpit.
Hot Shot's face became slightly flushed as he flipped on the com to reply. "Hot Shot here."
The normally chuckling face on the other end was surprisingly grim. "Orders from Optimus: remain on stand by and be prepared to move out at a moment's notice."
"Sure, any reason why?" Hot Shot questioned.
Jet Fire sighed. "Well, sonny, it could go one of two ways. If the peace talks are successful then we will move out immediately against Unicron. But if the talks aren't and things get bad we'll need you and your men to move in and cover Optimus and Emrial so they can make an escape."
"Wait, Emrial's out there with Optimus?!" Hot Shot sat upright in his seat.
"Yeah, it was my idea that she play referee. Seems that Megs has a sort of strange phobia of the gal." Jet Fire stated almost proudly of his suggestion.
"Are you nuts?!" Hot Shot nearly screamed. "She could get killed out there!"
"Hey, hey! Calm down. That girl has been through way to many near death experiences to be brought down now." Jet Fire held up his hands innocently.
"So?! That doesn't mean so be so lucky this time!" Hot Shot began to close the cockpit to his ship.
"Hot Shot! What do you think you're doing?!" Jet Fire roared into the com.
Hot Shot grabbed the controls as the engine began to warm up. "I'm going after Emrial." He stated through locked teeth as he closed the link.
Damn you Hot Shot! You're going to ruin our only chance fore peace!! Jet Fire wasted no time in preparing for his own manual launch to go after the soldier.
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"What's she doing here, Prime? I thought I said 'come alone'!" Megatron pointed shakily at the organic sitting in the Autobot's hand.
"I have, she's only here to play referee." Optimus set the girl on the ground. Emrial glared coldly up at Megatron. Inside she was laughing her head off at making the ruthless leader squirm.
"Fine, have it your way. Just make her keep her distance!" Megatron took a few steps backwards.
Optimus nodded to Emrial and she backed off a few feet and stood with arms crossed while observing the two transformers. "Now," Optimus spoke. "Let's talk."
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"Hot Shot get your tail back here!" Jet Fire yelled as he pulled up alongside the space ship.
"No! I won't let Megatron get Emrial. You should've known better than to send her out there!" Hot Shot growled.
Jet Fire sighed. "Look, Hot Shot. I know that you've got these 'feelings' for Emrial, but you can't let them jeopardize this mission. I'm just as scared about them being out there with that creep, but we have to let them do what they need to do."
Hot Shot didn't answer. Grumbling he punched his fist through the communicator panel on the ship's dashboard. "Sure, whatever you say, Jet Fire." He smirked to himself.
"Hot Shot, you !#%&$)&!(#!!!! Pull over already!" Jet Fire brushed up against the youngster's ship.
No way, man. This is more than some harebrained heroistic deed. This is the race for Emrial's heart. Hot Shot thought determinedly. And there's no way I'm going to let you steal the prize.
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"Well, then how about a temporary joint of forces until Unicron is destroyed?" Prime suggested to Megatron.
"Are you kidding? And let you get to know all of our top military secrets? No way!" Megatron pushed his nose in the air and crossed his arms.
Emrial couldn't help but laugh out loud. "What military secrets? Like you wear femme's under armor?" She pointed recklessly at the accused.
Megatron took on the air of being quite offended, which he probably was. "I do not! See? THIS is why I didn't want the little bug around!" Megatron pouted to Optimus.
"Emrial!" Optimus tried to shush her by speaking through the corner of his mouth. But sadly the organic did not hear his desperate pleas for silence.
"No, you don't want me around because you know that I could beat you!" She announced.
"Why you!!" Megatron prepared to jump upon the organic.
Optimus jumped into action and held the furious mech back. "Emrial, what on earth are you doing?" He shouted over his shoulder.
Emrial cocked her head. "I can't help it. It's the truth serum that Red Alert inconspicuously put in my Energon dosage this morning." Gasping, Emrial put a hand over her mouth.
"What?! Why on Cybertron would he do that?"
Emrial shrugged. "Maybe it's because Hot Shot and Jet Fire cornered him and forced him to do it so that they could find out who I really love." Emrial clasped her hands firmly over her mouth. "Wow, this is overly truthful." She couldn't help but blurt.
"RED ALERT!!!!" Optimus shouted in anger.
Far away in his lab Red Alert's head snapped up. "Did someone just call my name?" He shrugged before continuing back to his work.
Upon arriving at the scene Hot Shot immediately set his ship down and jumped out.
"Hot Shot? What are you doing here?" Optimus groaned. This was more than he could handle right at the moment!
Noticing that his leader was trying to hold Megatron back Hot Shot devised a plan. "I'm here to take Emrial, seeing as she is causing so much trouble." He tried to look like he was conducting official business.
Optimus released a relieved sigh. "Yes, please, go ahead. But, we'll need to have a little talk later."
Hot Shot hurriedly rushed over and picked up the teenager just as Jet Fire was landing. "Hey buddy! Just in time. Optimus needs you to stand by as referee!" He smiled as he ran past the confused bot.
Looking from Megatron to Optimus, Jet Fire groaned. It was going to be a l- o-n-g day.
"My favorite color is blue! I secretly actually like some dogs, though I claim cats are better. It was I who put the shaving cream in Optimus's oil can!" The girl kept spewing secrets. Hot Shot smiled, the serum had worked! Now, to get her back to Red Alert...before she drove him crazy!
"Blurr likes to takes baths with a little yellow rubber ducky. Hoist plays with Barbie dolls! You really enjoy Sideswipes antics! By the way, did you know that he's afraid of spiders? He picked that up from Fred, who's scared of everything and sometimes still wets the bed. Red Alert attends kickboxing classes at night. Cyclonus wants to be a rapper. Demolisher is taking a college course in English...." The babbles went on and on.
Hot Shot groaned.
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KatDrama: sry guys, I know, this was a lame chapter but I have writer's block...again.
Kitty: If that's true how come you started that new Gundam Seed story?
KatDrama: (pounces on Kitty) shushie! Don't you know how to keep secrets?
Kitty: Not since I mistook Red Alert's truth serum for a carbonated beverage.
KatDrama: (groans) wonderful.
Kitty: Besides, you wanted to update this story so the evil plot bunnies wouldn't get you!
KatDrama: True...
Kitty: And maybe some of your readers also watch Gundam Seed, then they could check out your new brainchild 'The Two La Flagas', since no one else has reviewed it as of yet.
KatDrama: That would be nice...
Kitty: Hey, cheer up! You only have 8 more hours of drivers ed at BTW (behind-the-wheel) and then you're done.
KatDrama: Yays! Freedom! So I can update my stories and veg out ALL day long.
Kitty: But then again, school starts in a month.
KatDrama: Drat!!!
Kitty: Well, that's all for now, Reviews please!
Kitty: Just relax. Code Red might be back. We're all just a little shocked at the surprising twist you sprung on us in the last chapter.
KatDrama: Oh, that. (smiles) It's about to get way more twisted. Just stick around for a few more chapters. Turns out that it's more of a love SQUARE (if there is such a thing) instead of a love triangle.
Kitty: WHAT? Who's the fourth?!
KatDrama: (smiles) I don't think I'll tell you yet, you can just discover it yourself.
Kitty: But that's so mean!
KatDrama: I know ; D well, onwards!
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Chapter 41
The Not-So-Peaceful Talks
Thoughts tumbling around the issue of Hot Shot swam through Emrial's head like some goldfish that refused to die. It wouldn't matter how hard she hit her head she couldn't get them out. They just kept swimming inside her brain, so she had to go on with them cornered in the back of her mind. Right now she really had to at least try to concentrate on the task set before her. After all, going with Optimus to a meeting with Megatron required one's full attention. Emrial nervously tugged at her gloves, in case they weren't on snug enough.
Optimus, towering tall above the fidgeting girl noticed her nervousness. "Relax. I'm sure everything will go just fine. Jet Fire's standing by with back up if we need it."
Emrial gulped until her throat was dry. "Explain to me again exactly why you need me along." She couldn't help the obvious quiver in her voice. After all, why would she want to be meeting up with the psycho bot who almost ended her life?
Prime sighed as he picked the organic up in his hand and held her out at about chest's height. "Because, Megatron fears you, and just your presence might be enough to keep him from doing anything rash."
"So, you want me to play referee?" Emrial shuffled her boots clunkily.
"If you want to call it that."
"Great." Emrial sighed as she hunkered down and sat cross-legged in the enormous hand.
--
Inside the cockpit of his personal ship Hot Shot fiddled with the controls, adjusting this and that so that everything was just right. But he too had his load of goldfish swimming inside his head. He couldn't help but let his thoughts drift back to Emrial. What an idiot he was. Why did he say something like that? Surely she would hate him now. The soldier sighed heavily before a crackle on the com-link frightened his fish into hiding for the moment.
"Hot Shot, come in." Jet Fire's face came up on the screen inside the ship's cockpit.
Hot Shot's face became slightly flushed as he flipped on the com to reply. "Hot Shot here."
The normally chuckling face on the other end was surprisingly grim. "Orders from Optimus: remain on stand by and be prepared to move out at a moment's notice."
"Sure, any reason why?" Hot Shot questioned.
Jet Fire sighed. "Well, sonny, it could go one of two ways. If the peace talks are successful then we will move out immediately against Unicron. But if the talks aren't and things get bad we'll need you and your men to move in and cover Optimus and Emrial so they can make an escape."
"Wait, Emrial's out there with Optimus?!" Hot Shot sat upright in his seat.
"Yeah, it was my idea that she play referee. Seems that Megs has a sort of strange phobia of the gal." Jet Fire stated almost proudly of his suggestion.
"Are you nuts?!" Hot Shot nearly screamed. "She could get killed out there!"
"Hey, hey! Calm down. That girl has been through way to many near death experiences to be brought down now." Jet Fire held up his hands innocently.
"So?! That doesn't mean so be so lucky this time!" Hot Shot began to close the cockpit to his ship.
"Hot Shot! What do you think you're doing?!" Jet Fire roared into the com.
Hot Shot grabbed the controls as the engine began to warm up. "I'm going after Emrial." He stated through locked teeth as he closed the link.
Damn you Hot Shot! You're going to ruin our only chance fore peace!! Jet Fire wasted no time in preparing for his own manual launch to go after the soldier.
--
"What's she doing here, Prime? I thought I said 'come alone'!" Megatron pointed shakily at the organic sitting in the Autobot's hand.
"I have, she's only here to play referee." Optimus set the girl on the ground. Emrial glared coldly up at Megatron. Inside she was laughing her head off at making the ruthless leader squirm.
"Fine, have it your way. Just make her keep her distance!" Megatron took a few steps backwards.
Optimus nodded to Emrial and she backed off a few feet and stood with arms crossed while observing the two transformers. "Now," Optimus spoke. "Let's talk."
--
"Hot Shot get your tail back here!" Jet Fire yelled as he pulled up alongside the space ship.
"No! I won't let Megatron get Emrial. You should've known better than to send her out there!" Hot Shot growled.
Jet Fire sighed. "Look, Hot Shot. I know that you've got these 'feelings' for Emrial, but you can't let them jeopardize this mission. I'm just as scared about them being out there with that creep, but we have to let them do what they need to do."
Hot Shot didn't answer. Grumbling he punched his fist through the communicator panel on the ship's dashboard. "Sure, whatever you say, Jet Fire." He smirked to himself.
"Hot Shot, you !#%&$)&!(#!!!! Pull over already!" Jet Fire brushed up against the youngster's ship.
No way, man. This is more than some harebrained heroistic deed. This is the race for Emrial's heart. Hot Shot thought determinedly. And there's no way I'm going to let you steal the prize.
--
"Well, then how about a temporary joint of forces until Unicron is destroyed?" Prime suggested to Megatron.
"Are you kidding? And let you get to know all of our top military secrets? No way!" Megatron pushed his nose in the air and crossed his arms.
Emrial couldn't help but laugh out loud. "What military secrets? Like you wear femme's under armor?" She pointed recklessly at the accused.
Megatron took on the air of being quite offended, which he probably was. "I do not! See? THIS is why I didn't want the little bug around!" Megatron pouted to Optimus.
"Emrial!" Optimus tried to shush her by speaking through the corner of his mouth. But sadly the organic did not hear his desperate pleas for silence.
"No, you don't want me around because you know that I could beat you!" She announced.
"Why you!!" Megatron prepared to jump upon the organic.
Optimus jumped into action and held the furious mech back. "Emrial, what on earth are you doing?" He shouted over his shoulder.
Emrial cocked her head. "I can't help it. It's the truth serum that Red Alert inconspicuously put in my Energon dosage this morning." Gasping, Emrial put a hand over her mouth.
"What?! Why on Cybertron would he do that?"
Emrial shrugged. "Maybe it's because Hot Shot and Jet Fire cornered him and forced him to do it so that they could find out who I really love." Emrial clasped her hands firmly over her mouth. "Wow, this is overly truthful." She couldn't help but blurt.
"RED ALERT!!!!" Optimus shouted in anger.
Far away in his lab Red Alert's head snapped up. "Did someone just call my name?" He shrugged before continuing back to his work.
Upon arriving at the scene Hot Shot immediately set his ship down and jumped out.
"Hot Shot? What are you doing here?" Optimus groaned. This was more than he could handle right at the moment!
Noticing that his leader was trying to hold Megatron back Hot Shot devised a plan. "I'm here to take Emrial, seeing as she is causing so much trouble." He tried to look like he was conducting official business.
Optimus released a relieved sigh. "Yes, please, go ahead. But, we'll need to have a little talk later."
Hot Shot hurriedly rushed over and picked up the teenager just as Jet Fire was landing. "Hey buddy! Just in time. Optimus needs you to stand by as referee!" He smiled as he ran past the confused bot.
Looking from Megatron to Optimus, Jet Fire groaned. It was going to be a l- o-n-g day.
"My favorite color is blue! I secretly actually like some dogs, though I claim cats are better. It was I who put the shaving cream in Optimus's oil can!" The girl kept spewing secrets. Hot Shot smiled, the serum had worked! Now, to get her back to Red Alert...before she drove him crazy!
"Blurr likes to takes baths with a little yellow rubber ducky. Hoist plays with Barbie dolls! You really enjoy Sideswipes antics! By the way, did you know that he's afraid of spiders? He picked that up from Fred, who's scared of everything and sometimes still wets the bed. Red Alert attends kickboxing classes at night. Cyclonus wants to be a rapper. Demolisher is taking a college course in English...." The babbles went on and on.
Hot Shot groaned.
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KatDrama: sry guys, I know, this was a lame chapter but I have writer's block...again.
Kitty: If that's true how come you started that new Gundam Seed story?
KatDrama: (pounces on Kitty) shushie! Don't you know how to keep secrets?
Kitty: Not since I mistook Red Alert's truth serum for a carbonated beverage.
KatDrama: (groans) wonderful.
Kitty: Besides, you wanted to update this story so the evil plot bunnies wouldn't get you!
KatDrama: True...
Kitty: And maybe some of your readers also watch Gundam Seed, then they could check out your new brainchild 'The Two La Flagas', since no one else has reviewed it as of yet.
KatDrama: That would be nice...
Kitty: Hey, cheer up! You only have 8 more hours of drivers ed at BTW (behind-the-wheel) and then you're done.
KatDrama: Yays! Freedom! So I can update my stories and veg out ALL day long.
Kitty: But then again, school starts in a month.
KatDrama: Drat!!!
Kitty: Well, that's all for now, Reviews please!