Chapter 6: A New Friend

Not far from Crystal City there was a small town called Kaon. Most people would say that Kaon was for the normal bots while Crystal City was was for the rich and elite bots. And then, there were the slums of Crystal City. The slums were the forgotten and polluted part of the city, and a lot of poor bots lived there, mostly because of the very low cost of living, and for the gladiator games. The slums, is another part of the story, but right now, it's best to focus on the good part of the story.

A young femme lived in Kaon, her Cybertronian name, Fasima. She was a happy femme, and sometimes a bit of troublemaker. "Hey there Fasima!" A sea green femme waved to her. "Moonracer!" Fasima shouted out of the top of her lungs. Fasima ran to the green femme and gave her a hug. "Moonracer! It's been such a long time!" Moonracer giggled, "Very long, you haven't hugged me this tight since I bought you that thing you always wanted. Wait, what was it again?" Fasima took out a necklace, and when she pushed a button on it a holographic solar system appeared.

"Oh yeah, that." Moonracer said with a smirk. Fasima giggled, "I'm so happy for you Moony! You finally made it to the wreckers!" Moonracer shrugged, "They're my kind of people. All mechs, no drama!" Fasima winked, "So has any one of them catch your eye?" Moonracer blushed, "Um, this one guy. His name is, is, Topspin." Fasima got ready to tease her. "Oh, Topspin. I wonder if his name lives up to his potential on the berth. Get it Top!" Moonracer blushed more and got even hotter in the face, "Stop it! He might be around here!"

Fasima laughed enjoying her friend's paranoia at the moment. "Hey so did you hear of that Megatronus guy? I heard he lives in the slums of Crystal City and one of the best gladiators in the rink!" Moonracer exclaimed. Fasima frowned, "I didn't know you took a light to gladiatorial games. I hate those things, the way they kill each other off just for some money." Moonracer shrugged, "All those gladiators are poor you know. They need that money to live. That's how some bot's life goes."

Fasima heard all about those games, about how brutal and chaotic they are. Even the most valued politicians go there, just to bet who would win and get some bucks. Moonracer got a call over her comm link from a gruff sounding mech, "Moonracer! Topspin here! My brother and I are at Velocitron helping people! There's just been an explosion! We need you to come here, ASAP!" The comm link then ended. "Oh my Primus! Moonracer, be careful, okay." Fasima looked at her friend with saddened optics. Moonracer nodded, "Don't worry, I'm a wrecker, I can take this!"

Moonracer then transformed and sped off. Fasima sighed and pondered, it was weird, there had been a lot of explosions lately. It had to be in the servos of somebody. Fasima began to walk towards her housing quarters when a dangerous speedster sped up and hit her. She fell into some Cybertronian plants and growled. "What the frag!" The speedster transformed into robot mode. He light blue optics, he was dark red in his chassis area and sitting there was a fire tatto. His helm was red with yellow on the front of it. "I'm, I'm, sorry lady! I'm sorry I hit ya!" He stammered. Fasima weakly got up, "It's okay. I should've moved to the curb fast enough." It was a coincidence that Fasima had a fire tatto almost like the mechs, but hers stuck out of her shoulder area and the flames were yellow and red.

"Well, the least I can do is offer you some energon." He said gentlemechly. She nodded, "That would be nice. Why not?" The femme and mech walked to Maccadam's oil house not to far away from Kaon. The mech ordered Fasima some high super grade nova and ordered the same thing for himself. Fasima giggled, "What are you trying to do, get me overenergized?" Hot Rod smirked, "Well, it's one of the best energon here. Hey you should be thanking me!"

Fasima smiled, this was a mech she would be great friends with. The bartender brought the two their drinks. "Can I have a swirly straw, please?" Fasima asked. Hot Rod chuckled, "A swirly straw. Are you serious?" Fasima laughed, "Yes they are one of the best inventions since like, holographic necklaces." Hot Rod smiled, "Hey bartender, let me get a swirly straw over here!" Fasima and the mech laughed and talked when finally Fasima forgot to ask one obvious question, "What's your name?"

The mech raised an optic ridge, "Are you going to be stalking me if I tell? I don't know about femmes like you, the nice friendly type. Could be bi polar or something." Fasima giggled and grabbed his servos and shook him, "Come on! Pleeeease tell me!" The mech laughed, "Okay, the name's Rod." Fasima crossed her arms against her chest plate, "Is that supposed to mean something?"

"No. It's what my sires named me, so yeah. What's your name?"

"Fasima."

Rod nodded, "Fasima, a beautiful Cybertronian name." Fasima blushed, "Thanks. You know Rod, this is the beginning of a great friendship." Rod chuckled, "Friend zoning me, huh?" Fasima blushed blue and looked embarrassed. "No, well, I'm not exactly ready for a relationship. At least, nothing serious." Hot Rod nodded and sipped on his drink. "I get what you're saying. To many mechs break a femme's heart." Fasima got a bad feeling in her spark, sad to see such a handsome mech who is single.

There was holographic tv in the bar that was switched to Kaon breaking news. It was about the explosion that happened earlier today. "Excuse me, bartender, can you turn up this up?" Fasima asked. The bartender nodded and turned up the device. She saw bots coughing from smoke and sparklings holding on to their mothers and fathers. She even happened to catch some bot's laying on the ground, lifeless. Suddenly the reporter moved to interview a sea green femme. "Moonracer!" Fasima gasped. "Hello ma'm and what is your name?"

"Hello, my name is Moonracer."

"So you're a fellow wrecker I presume?"

"Yes, I am a wrecker."

"So an explosion just happened, and we see that there are a lot of bots heading out of the race's entrance and back. There are also some medics I see helping the injured."

"Yes, the elite guard is even here talking to officials. The wreckers are just scanning the area for any suspicious activity."

"Do you have any idea who could have did this? There were reports all over Cybertron of bombings. Suspiciously, this hasn't happened in the slums of Crystal City."

"Right now, the elite guard, wreckers, and police force team, are working to keep our planet safe. Their about four cities, including Kaon, that has not been attacked yet. And to everybody who is watching this, if you see any suspicious activity, then please call the police force."

"Thank you for letting us know. Now back to gossip with…"

Fasima saddened. Seeing this, Rod tried to cheer her up about the situation. "Hey, it's okay, these bombings are just from some dum terrorist group just trying to scare us. They'll be arrested in no time." Rod put a servo around Fasima's shoulders. "But isn't that weird, this terrorist group seems to be attacking the rich cities, not the poor or middle caste cities. I mean, not that it's good or bad, but this terrorist group most love poor people." Fasima exclaimed.

Rod shrugged his shoulders, "You know, I came up with a theory about the whole situation. What if these terrorists are the gladiators and poor people from the slums. They're probably outraged about how the system is treating them." Fasima raised an optic ridge, "Wow. Another good theory." For a nano click they stared at their energon and swirly straws, just pondering. "So, why don't we just celebrate now? You know, we aren't offline yet anyway." Rod suggested. Fasima chuckled, "Well, why don't we just toast to that partner?"

Rod walked Fasima to her housing quarters and gave his goodbyes at the door. "Well, Fasima, I had a pretty interesting day today. I mean, I bumped into a pretty cool femme, we immediately became good friends, we had long conversations about a lot of things and that's about it." Rod smiled at her and Fasima gave a warm smile back. "Well, I could say the same thing about you, Rod. Don't tell anybody, but I love to race. You seem like the type, I mean we literally met by you bumping into me while speeding."

Rod put a digit to her mouth plates and smiled, "I know a place where we could race tomorrow. Didn't know you were psychic, but I definitely love to race time to time." Fasima smiled and nodded, "I'm definitely up for it. Goodnight Rod." Rod gave a warm smile back to her, "Goodnight Fasima, see you tomorrow."

As Fasima entered her housing quarters she couldn't help but grin widely knowing that she made a very good friend. Probably even a best friend, probably even more than that.

I know some of you guys are confused about the ending. I know you're probably thinking does Fasima like Rod as a friend or as you know *wink *wink. Don't worry I'm working on a plot twist!