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Chapter 2

"Caution: The Ride Isn't Safe"

Forte leaned back against the wall as she waited for someone to escort her to where she would recharge. Thundering metallic steps could be faintly heard through her audio receptors as she stared to the steel floor. They were cleaning out a storage room, Hotshot and Iron Hide, respectively. Inferno would later install the recharge berth after the Omnicons brought it to the room. Optimus didn't want Forte to help clean up, no matter how much she offered it. Forte sighed as his voice repeated his denials in her mind.

"It's probably because I'm so short," forte bent a leg and roughly kicked th wall she leaned on, making a large dent that was the shape of her foot. "It always is. But no one let's me try. They always think I'm so weak," she mumbled and kicked the wall again, causing the dent to become deeper, and lowered her leg.

Someone's footsteps began to grow louder as they made their way toward the lavender femme. Forte looked up and noticed Iron Hide walking toward her. He stopped at the entrance to the large room and stood in the hall.

"Optimus is in a meeting right now. Your room is cleaned out and the recharge berth is on its way," Iron Hide turned to his side, ready to walk back down the hall, "You can come see it if you want."

Forte stood up straight and walked toward the red and blue rookie. A stern look on her face gave her a POed attitude as she passed him.

Iron Hide turned to face her back as she walked down the long hall. "Hey! Wait up!" he jogged after Forte in confusion, leaving the dent in the wall unnoticed.

"So how'd the cleaning go?" Forte questioned, randomly bringing up some kind of subject to talk about.

"It was no problem. Are you all right? You look like something's frustrating you," Iron Hide gazed down tot he femme.

Forte scowled and her spark burned furiously with anger, "So what if I'm short! I can still do every single thing you can! Just because I have a height difference doesn't mean I'm totally disabled!" She glared up to the rookie as if it were all his fault.

"Hey! It wasn't me who made the calls! You need to watch who you're talkin' to before you start throwing a fit!" Iron Hide stopped his walking and faced the femme, who was now glaring daggers to him.

Forte stopped and faced him, then shot her arm toward Iron Hide's neck, her hand flexed open and ready to grip and kill. She froze only inches from him, standing on her toes. Forte's eyes widened in horror. How could she attack a fellow Autobot? She scowled slightly, lowering her arm, and kicked Iron Hide in his knee.

"Ow!" Iron Hide grabbed his leg as the short femme ran back up the hall and transformed into her vehicle mode.

Forte was a Viper model! How slender. She screeched off down her path, making her way out of the city.

"Optimus!" Iron Hide spoke through his com-link, "Optimus, we have an emergency!"

"Optimus, can you hear me?" Iron Hide's distressed voice came through the static in the commander's com-link.

"What is it, Iron Hide?" Optimus answered.

"Forte kicked me!"

Optimus sighed, "Then don't make her angry."

"And she ran off, sir! Forte's driven toward the city entrance." Iron Hide paused for a bit, waiting for his leader's command. "Optimus?"

"Get Jet Fire and Hotshot. Tell them to find out where Forte is." Optimus stood from his desk, "I'm sorry, Alexis, Dr. Jones. We'll have to continue this another time." He walked out of the room, leaving Alexis and Kicker's father in slight confusion.

Forte sped down the halls. An Omnicon here and there walked in her path and fussed as she refused to stop and watch where she was going. The young femme made it to the entrance gate and skidded to a stop.

"Transform!" She changed to robot mode and walked up to the huge door.

Hotshot and Jet fire hid behind an extension on the walls as they spied on the femme.

"Optimus, Forte's at the gate," Hotshot whispered over his com-link.

"I'll go keep her from running away," Jet Fire stood and slowly crept up on Forte.

The short femme stomped the floor and glared up to the gate, "Why won't you open?" She kicked the door and slammed her fist on it as the space shuttle quietly snuck up behind her, arms stanced and ready to snatch their victim.

"I'll be there shortly, Hotshot," Optimus announced over the yellow Autobot's com-link.

Jet fire grabbed Forte by her shoulder's and lifted the femme off of her feet. He then placed an arm under her chin to squeeze her neck a bit. Forte screamed and kicked her legs in the air. She tossed her head from side to side, struggling to get free.

"Let go of me! You don't understand!"

"Just calm down, kid!" Jet fire squeezed one arm around the femme's waist with her arms stuck behind her back and his other arm over her neck.

Forte made her car door, her shoulder, wham up and slap Jet Fire in his face.

"Ow!" The space shuttle let loose the viper's neck to cover his dented cheek.

Forte then slammed her head back into the red and white mech's chest and kicked his shins with her heels. Jet fire dropped his captive and repeated his word of pain as he bent over some. Forte jogged backward as she looked to the male transformer then turned around to sprint off. She slammed right into a large mech's leg. Mumbling complaints to herself, she looked up and stumbled backward.

"Forte, hold on," Optimus said comfortingly.

The femme turned to run, but ran into her male-somewhat-look-alike. She fell to her aft and rubbed her shoulder length hair-like helmet. Optimus grabbed her shoulders and stood the lavender viper up.

"Leave me alone," she screeched out.

Forte turned to the Autobot leader and swung a fist to him. Optimus caught her hand and gazed down to the femme. Forte glared up to him, breathing heavily, "You think I"m weak just because I'm so short! I'm ranked as a veteran for a reason, Optimus! It's not just a new paint job!"

"Is that what all of this is about?" Optimus let go of the femme's hand.

Forte growled and shot her hand to his chest. Her fingers dug into the commander's wind shield, causing it to shatter, as she stood on her toes. Sparks crawled around her hand and Optimus' chest as her hand broke through and grabbed the circuitry inside.

Optimus growled out in pain and rested a hand on the femme's shoulder, lowering his head.

"Optimus!" Jet Fire and Hotshot yelled out in unison. They ran to their leader. Jet Fire grabbed Forte.

The viper suddenly froze in time as her senses were regained. Her optics widened and studied her victim. "It's happening... all over again..." she whispered to herself. Forte released the commander's insides and fell to her knees.

The Autobot leader fell to his own knees as he wearily moaned in pain.

"Hold on, Optimus," Hotshot knelt by his leader's side and held him up. "Iron Hide! Inferno!" he called through his com-link, "We need help! Now! Optimus is down!"

Forte's optics began to fade as her body grew limp. It was growing hard to hear the answer's that the rookie and recruit send back to Hotshot. She was so tired. Everything was getting dark.

"Bring the Omnicons!" Jet Fire's voice sounded in the darkness.

The female mech's red optics shut down to gray, and everything seemed to have just suddenly...disappeared...

Just like last time...

Ooooooooooo. O.o I'm such a mean author. I left you guys in a cliffy. Mwhahahahaaa! Review, and you shall get more! I already have most of chapter three written anyway. Lol 'Til next chapter! See ya! PLEASE REVIEW! I'm really proud of this fic's plot.