Transformers Galaxy Force: Thunder Storm

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Chapter 143

Storm Gunner walked carefully through the hallways, making sure to not let too many people see her. Even though Coby was still helping First Gunner in the Operation Room, she didn't want too many people to know she was here.

Reaching the door of First Gunner's office, she quickly entered a bypass code that wouldn't set off his alarm while deactivating his cameras and unlocking his door. She stepped in, locking the door behind her, and moving toward his terminal. It took her several dummy codes to hack his system, but she soon found what she needed, using another code to upload it to her PDA. Then she left, making sure to reverse everything she had done so First Gunner would have no record of her hacking. Hurrying away, she headed for the hanger, intending to do a few flying tricks to maintain the illusion that her Transformer and Human identities were separate beings. But on the way there, she ran into the one Transformer she didn't want to see, literally.

Rubbing the sore spot where her head had collided with Sonic Bomber's she gave him a deadly glare, "Watch where you're going!" While it was just as much her fault as it was his, she didn't care right now.

"Wow, someone needs to relax," Sonic Bomber chuckled, shrugging off her anger. "I can help you with that if you want."

The fact that he was... ahem, 'propositioning' her made her seethe even more, but her glare was slowly replaced by a smile, a smile that would have made anyone who knew her run for their lives. "Follow me," she said, standing. Like a puppy on a leash, he did just that, following her right into a training arena. Thirty seconds later, she walked out, and he didn't follow.

Eventually, Lori managed to make it to the rooms she and Coby shared. Stepping into one of the two bathrooms, she pulled out her PDA and activated the program she had taken from First Gunner's computer. Two selections came up, labeled: Transformer and Human. She selected Human, and a scanning light ran over her. She put the PDA down, noticing that she was sweating. Since she hadn't had a bath in the past 24 hours (she had been asleep most of the time), she stripped off her clothes and stepped into the shower. As the water began to rush over her, she began to wonder how things could end up being different for her and Coby now. The chances of them actually getting their ship to work was less likely now, especially if her hunch was right.

Halfway through shampooing her hair, Lori heard her PDA beep, reaching out of the shower with one hand, she managed to grab it and angle the screen her way, reading the results.

Data obtained through scan is inadequate. Rescan?

Raising an eyebrow, she set it to rescan and waited as it did so. As it began to compute the new data, she turned back to cleaning her hair. The second she turned the water off, her PDA beeped again, and displayed the same results.

Lori sighed in frustration, trying to thing as she stood there, shivering slightly as drops of water trailed down her skin. Then an idea struck her. If she was a Terraformer, maybe the program needed to run both scans simultaneously. Opening up the program script, she began dismantling and reassembling the program to do so. It was slow progress, but she finally managed it, and activated the scan again. Several confirmation questions appeared at first, but then fewer and fewer as she answered them and the program began to learn. Finally, she saw the words: Compiling. Please Wait.

Sighing in relief, Lori put the PDA down and grabbed a towel. Drying furiously, she was struck suddenly by fear.

What will Coby say?she wondered. What would he think? After all, this was supposed to be nearly impossible. What should I say to him? It didn't take long for her to decide.

I'll tell him the truth, she thought firmly. I shouldn't lie to him about something like this. Besides, he knows more about what I'll end up going through than I do. He invented Terraformer Theory after all.

After she had finished drying herself and put on a clean change of clothes, the PDA beeped at her one last time. She retrieved it and looked at the results. Her eyes widened and she froze, her heart suddenly skipping several beats. The PDA fell from her hand, landing on the floor. The screen stared up at her as her arms subconsciously wrapped around her stomach as she stared at the results, accompanied by a small, green check mark.