Oil Slick
We finally got back up and running after a nights recharge. The raven was still there, patiently waiting for us. It wanted us to go to earth, which was our destination anyway. We needed to follow it. That raven was the only thing other than my senses that was keeping us out of harm's way. If master Lockdown knew if I had done something to hurt his daughter, oh yeah, he'd kill me.
"Get up, we gotta get going" I woke Aquila.
"Five more minutes!" she moaned.
"No, get up now! That bird's getting antsy".
"Alright fine, I'm up".
"Good, let's go".
I gazed at the reliquary around her neck. I had asked master Lockdown about it several times, when it was a mere decoration on his ship.
(Flashback)
"What are you doing, master?" I asked.
Master was performing a version of his own tribal religion. Around his neck was the reliquary; in his good hand was an amber piece on a chain. I watched the amber as it just swung in his hand on its own. Below it were what I thought was some of his first weapons, a silver bow and sliver arrows. Only problem, they weren't his.
"Praising the Queen of the Hunt. It's a practice performed by most bounty hunters".
"Who is she? The Queen of the Hunt, I mean?".
"Ever heard of Artemis?".
"Who?".
"Obviously not, so I'll fill you in. Artemis, to the organics a long time ago, was a goddess. She was a lover of all things hunting. She told her father, the king of the gods, that she was never to marry, wanted a silver bow and arrows, always wanted to stay hunting out in the wild, and wanted the best hunting nymphs and hounds. Some of our kind got wind of the myth, and created a religion out of it".
"I thought Idunne was the only goddess".
"No…that's the traditional way of doing things. This is much more daring. I could be killed if caught doing this. We call her the Queen of the Hunt. She protects us, accompanies us, and makes sure we always achieve our hunting goals. Oil Slick, I need you to promise me something".
"What master?".
"Don't tell anyone I follow this unless it's a fellow bounty hunter. We all practice it".
"Will I?" I asked.
"Perhaps…that'll largely depend on you. Just don't tell anyone about this".
"I promise".
"Good, now get some recharge. You're gonna need it".
(End of Flashback)
I hadn't told anyone since. Did I follow his religion? No, I preferred the traditional way of doing things. I was sure that Aquila kinda deserved to know that the reliquary she had around her neck was actually illegal in Cybertronian territory, but a promise is a promise.
A/N: Just a quick note, Oil Slick is not my character. He's an actual character in the series who will appear in season 3. He's played by the same guy who does Jazz's voice in the same series. I really don't know if he is associated with Lockdown. I know he's a Decepticon that becomes a kick aft futuristic motorcycle and loves to take things apart.