Worlds Apart
Prologue 2: Armada
"Hot Shot! You can't just leave your duty around here!"
Hot Shot covered his audio receptors as he left the base. He was done with hearing Red Alert yelling at him. He was going to drive around and then, when his mind was clear, he'd return to the base. He glanced back at the base. With a scoff, he turned around with optics closed toward the open road before him. He accidently bumped into someone.
"Why ya-!" gasped Hot Shot, opening his optics.
"Hello, Hot Shot."
Hot Shot gulped, jumping back. The bot that stood before him was basically a shadow. His armor was completely black with bright, blood red along his joints. His golden visor glittered in the morning sun light. Hot shot growled, pulling out his gun hastily. The bot simply chuckled. Hot Shot grumbled to himself but kept his gun raised high.
"Who in all of Cybertron are you supposed to be!" gasped Hot Shot.
"I need your help with something," the bot explained.
"You and what army?" mumbled Hot Shot.
"I'll tell you what," the bot hummed. "Let's race."
"I win, you leave me alone," Hot Shot ordered.
"I win, you come with me," the bot nodded.
Hot Shot transformed, revving his engine. The bot stood up straight but eventually transformed as well. His vehicle was a slick, stainless, low to the ground car. The windows were black tinted and the windshield seemed to glimmer just as the visor had in robot mode. Hot Shot scoffed, unimpressed.
"Three," Hot Shot whispered.
"Two," the other hummed.
"One!" cheered Hot Shot, taking off.
Hot Shot took off, his engine purring like a kitten. He laughed with confidence. There was no way the other bot could catch up to him. He was eating the dust behind the fastest things on wheels. As he approached the finish line, something flashed. Hot Shot gasped as the slick black vehicle passed him in a flash of dust, winning the race.
"No way!" hissed Hot Shot, hitting his breaks.
"Beat you," hummed the other bot, transforming.
"Impossible!" growled Hot Shot, transforming as well.
"I need you and we had a deal!" grumbled the bot.
"Whatever!" sighed Hot Shot.
"Deal?"
The bot held out his hand. Hot Shot looked at it with not much care. He sighed, reaching out his hand to shake. The bot smiled. Something flashed and Hot Shot suddenly felt guilty. The world melted slowly around him and faded into black. Hot Shot tried to pull away but the handshake was solid. What have I gotten myself into, thought Hot Shot.