Transformers Galaxy Force: Thunder Storm
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Chapter 116
Chomia slipped through the hallways, unseen by anything. She had summoned as much energy as possible and wrapped it around her, making her invisible to anything but the naked eye. It was not a power she used often, as it was draining on her.
But she had an order from Master Galvatron, and she would see to it.
While Nemesis Convoy and the others focused on obtaining a hostage, she would seek the heart of the matter, something Master Galvatron had shared only with her. The identity of the creator of the Red Rust Plague, something her lover had hid even from Nemesis Convoy.
She scowled at the thought of the black monstrosity they had created. He was not like Master Galvatron in any way. Master Galvatron was, by far, the only lover she desired. Nemesis Convoy sought only his own satisfaction, not caring whether or not she was satisfied. Her true lover was different. While Master Galvatron was just as dominant, surrendering to him was beyond words. Master Galvatron demanded his satisfaction, but at the same time, he made her feel satisfied and beg for more.
I will free you, Master Galvatron, she promised. I will free you, no matter what it takes. If she had to endure being Nemesis Convoy's sex slave, she would do it.
That was why she was deep inside the Sky Dome, searching the prison underneath for a single occupant. Eventually, she found the door she was looking for, and slipped inside. There were rarely any guards here, as the occupant was not considered a criminal by the Cybertrons.
She slowly approached the bunk that held her target. She was so fixated on her goal that she didn't notice the other figure next to her objective. Then, her target turned, optics coming online.
First Gunner was brought out of his rest cycle by the scream of his sparkmate. He instinctively pulled her in close, already attempting to assess the threat when it slammed right into him. He fell off the bunk and hit the floor hard. Turning on his lights, he saw Chromia holding his sparkmate in a deadly headlock.
"Let her go," he growled. "She's suffered enough from the likes of you."
"Ah yes," Chromia laughed. "Uranium, the creator of the Red Rust Plague. Did she like seeing the destruction her work caused?"
His sparkmate's optics instantly filled with the guilt she had been feeling for years. Her body trembled in sorrow at the horror she had caused. "Your kind tricked her," First Gunner said firmly. "She had no idea what was going on until it was too late. She is not responsible for the consequences of the actions of those who used her." He stepped forward.
Chromia tightened her grip, "One more step, and I'll snap her neck." There were too many important lines in that area. Without immediate medical attention, any wounds there could be fatal.
Uranium looked at him for but a moment, and then twisted her head sharply. There was a sickening crack as her sparkcanal broke. First Gunner screamed her name as Chromia let her fall to the ground. The female Destron let loose with a blast of energy, knocking the medical officer back as she stepped through a Warp Gate to Fire Space and vanished. Shaking off the attack, First Gunner hurried forward, tapping his communicator and sounding the alarm. Quickly, he began the necessary procedures that were required to save his sparkmate as he heard guards hurrying to the room.
"Don't die on me, Uranium. Please don't die," he begged as he worked.
Had she been able to respond, she would have said, "I won't."
