Transformers Galaxy Force: Thunder Storm
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Chapter 130
Tsunami rose her hand, hesitating for a moment, before knocking. Galaxy Convoy's, "Enter," came through the door to his office. Tentative, she entered, taking a seat. "What is it?" he asked her.
"I came to thank you, and tell you that I will have to decline," Tsunami said. "I don't want to be a member of the Cybertron Army. The war you are in… I never liked fighting. All out war, is just too much."
"It's perfectly all right," Galaxy Convoy said. "I won't force you to join."
She smiled at him, "Thanks. I'll still be around from now on. If there's any hope or new news about my sister, will you tell me?"
Galaxy Convoy nodded, "Of course." He watched her as she left. He suddenly felt something once again. He had felt it a few times before, but it always eluded his understanding. Concerned, he left his office and moved to the medical wing, where First Gunner was talking to Coby and Lori.
"Do everything you can to get some rest," the medic was saying. "The two of you haven't strained anything yet, but battle fatigue could become something worse if you don't follow my instructions. Get it?"
"Got it," they both nodded.
"Good. By the way, Lori, your parents need to speak to you about something important." It was then that they realized that Galaxy Convoy was there. "Hello, Soushireikan," First Gunner said. "Are you all right?"
"I'm here to find out," Galaxy Convoy answered. First Gunner motioned to an examination table, and Galaxy Convoy sat down. Lori left to talk to her parents, but Coby stayed behind.
"Now, what seems to be the trouble?" First Gunner asked.
"I seem to be having processing troubles," Galaxy Convoy answered. "At seemingly random times, my Spark seems to stop functioning. At the same time, my digestive unit seems to fill with air, and move about. I wonder if there might be damage to my Sparkcanal."
"Any other symptoms?" the medic asked. When Galaxy Convoy shook his head, First Gunner said, "It's not Sparkcanal damage. It may be a 'hiccup' in your system. Give me a moment." He walked over to a counter and began filling a beaker with some silver liquid.
"Soushireikan, are you sure these symptoms happen at random times?" Coby asked. "Isn't there anything similar about the various times?"
"Like what?" Galaxy Convoy asked.
"Are you around someone, a Transformer perhaps, of the opposite gender?" Coby elaborated.
Galaxy Convoy thought for a moment, and then nodded. He was surprised when Coby burst out laughing, and narrowed his optics, "I fail to see the humor in this."
"Me too," First Gunner said.
"Sor-r-y!" Coby chuckled, trying to calm down so he could talk clearly. "It just that, there's nothing wrong with you, Soushireikan. There's something right with you."
That was interesting. "What do you mean, Coby?" Galaxy Convoy asked. "If you know why I am experiencing these symptoms, I would like to know."
Coby grinned broadly, "You're in love."
The awkward silence was broken by the sound of shattering glass as First Gunner dropped his beaker in surprise. The medic was shocked, and then thoughtful, finally saying, "That could be it. At times, I feel the same way around Uranium. There's nothing wrong."
"Who's Uranium?" Coby asked. When First Gunner's face fell, he tried to take it back, "Never mind. I shouldn't have asked."
"It's okay," First Gunner said. "Uranium is my sparkmate. She was a brilliant scientist, ten times better than I could ever hope to be. Before the war, she worked for Master Megatron, who was seen as a reformer at the time. Just before the war started, she found out that her research was being used to create a plague. By then it was too late. It was the plague that Master Megatron tricked her into creating, and unleashed, that devastated Seibertron. She never forgave herself for that. After the Black Hole Incident, I found out she was still alive. But she demanded to be locked up, for fear that someone else would use her to create another weapon, one far more destructive."
Coby hung his head, "I'm sorry."
"It's all right," First Gunner reassured him. "I go and visit her from time to time. One day, I hope she'll be ready to taste freedom again. In the mean time, Galaxy Convoy, I would prescribe caution and using your heart and head in pursuing this type of relationship."
"Who says I'm going to pursue it?" Galaxy Convoy asked.
"You're blushing," Coby said.
"Coby!" Galaxy Convoy scolded, his face becoming more purple, but it was too late. Both Coby and First Gunner were laughing to loud to care. Sighing, he left the room. He really needed a rest cycle.
