Transformers Galaxy Force: Thunder Storm
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Chapter 49
A hand was caressing his cheek lovingly, he grinned, bringing his optics on line as he inquired, "Lori, is that you?"
It wasn't
Chromia's cold optics gleamed with lust and glee as she smiled, "She won't have you, and you know it. She would never have you. All you ever do is gallivant off on adventures and leave her alone. Why would she even want someone like you?" Chromia cackled with laughter, "But don't worry, I'll have you."
"NO! I don't want you!" he yelled. He tried to move, but he couldn't. He couldn't even summon electricity.
"Sorry, but I had to paralyze you," Chromia grinned. "Can't have you shocking me or hurting me if you're clumsy. Then again, compared to Master Galvatron, everyone is clumsy. However, since you have his form and similar powers, you could prove to be just as good a lover as he is, Rodimus Convoy, or should I call you Coby Rumble?" She laughed at the shock on his face at her knowledge of him and straddled his waist with practiced ease. Chromia bent forward, pressing her lips to his.
He didn't want this. He didn't want Her! He wanted Lori! He tried to scream, but to no avail. Suddenly regaining his arms, he tried to push her away, except that Gasket and Armbullet had grabbed them and pinned them to the ground. Chromia tried to kiss him again and he turned his head away, only to wish that he hadn't.
There, standing a ways away, was Lori. Her face and eyes were filled with shock and betrayal, and tears were streaming down her face as she whispered one word that seemed to echo.
"Why?"
Then she turned and ran, crying as she yelled, "I thought you loved me, Traitor!"
"Told you she would never have you," Chromia laughed, grabbing his groin.
Pain shot through him.
He began to struggle harder than ever. Chromia continued to shout, "Keep him still! Keep him still!"
Rodimus Convoy's optics snapped online and he tried to sit up on the medical table as the pain intensified. Nitro Convoy and Galaxy Convoy were on either side of him, holding his arms down as Exiguiser kept his left leg pinned. His right leg was being held down by First Gunner, who was yelling, "Keep him still!" The medic gave one last tug. A long, large, crooked piece of shrapnel came out of the inside of his right hip joint and he roared in pain, his frame shaking. First Gunner tossed the shrapnel into a nearby bowl and welded shut the incisions he made to remove it, injecting several anti-infection programs. He finished and nodded to the others, turning away to clean and disinfect his equipment. Nitro Convoy, Galaxy Convoy, and Exiguiser released him. Groaning in pain, Rodimus doubled over in fetal position, muttering, "That Hurt!"
"I should say so," First Gunner said. "Consider yourself lucky. If that piece of shrapnel was a little more to the left, you wouldn't just be the first Terraformer, but the first neutered Terraformer." The medic turned and pushed Rodimus back onto the table. "I know curling up helps ease the pain, but you don't want to do that."
"It hurts," Rodimus whimpered.
"Try to endure it, or you could reopen the wound," First Gunner said calmly. Gritting his teeth against the pain, Rodimus complied and lay down flat.
"How did that piece of shrapnel get there anyway?" Exiguiser asked.
"While fighting Thundercracker, I accidentally tore of a part of his wing," Rodimus explained. "In his anger, he grabbed the broken piece and stabbed me with it. The pain was so bad that I passed out." He dimmed his optics, thinking, and then asked, "How long was I out?"
"Three days," Galaxy Convoy answered. Rodimus felt a sickening feeling come over him. Three Days? He had missed his race!
"Not good," he groaned. He suddenly wished he was still fighting Thundercracker.
"It gets worse," Nitro Convoy said. "Because you missed the race, you forfeit the entire series."
"But I was unconscious," Rodimus protested.
"I tried to call for a postponement of the race, or have me or Exiguiser race in your place, but my sister wouldn't hear of it," Nitro Convoy sighed. "I'm afraid you'll have to go with her as soon as you recover."
"We will go with you," Galaxy Convoy said.
Rodimus smiled, "Thanks, Soushireikan. Can I talk to Lori?"
"I'll bring her in," First Gunner said as he and the others left.
First Gunner brought Lori in and set her on the table next to Rodimus, and then left again, leaving the two of them alone. Lori hugged one of his shoulder spikes, and Rodimus smiled. "How are you feeling, Lori?" he asked.
"Much better, now that you're awake," she answered. She motioned to his chest plate and asked, "Do you mind?"
"Not at all," he answered.
Lori climbed up onto his chest, sitting cross-legged on his Cybertron emblem. "How are you feeling?" she asked.
"Like crap," he replied. "But considering what happened, that's no surprise." They laughed for a little bit, and then Rodimus turned serious and said, "Lori, I need to tell you something." He told her about the dream he had, and how badly it scared him.
"Don't worry," Lori consoled. "It was only a bad dream."
"A very bad one," he remarked. "I was just afraid that – "
"That I would even think you had the hots for Chromia?" Lori rolled her eyes. "Fat chance. And if she does force herself on you, I would still stay with you, and I would kick her sorry ass."
"And the 'gallivanting off on adventures'?" Rodimus asked.
Lori laughed, "Like you even plan half of them."
"Yea, I guess you're right," he chuckled. "Sorry for getting worried over nothing."
"It's okay," she replied, patting his armor affectionately and lying down, resting her head on his chest. "Thanks for telling me, though."
Rodimus nodded. For a while, he stayed silent, and then an idea came to him. He opened his mouth to tell Lori, only to realize she had fallen asleep, curled up on his emblem. He smiled, figuring she probably had the right idea. Shutting off his optics, he leaned back and let his rest cycle take him.
