Transformers Galaxy Force: Thunder Storm
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Chapter 147
Tsunami stared blankly at the ceiling. She felt restless, and uncomfortable. It wasn't because of the room she was in, as the room they gave her at the Sky Dome while her hands healed was one of the most comfortable she had known. It was simply because she had lived most of her life in water. She remembered being one of the Siren Sisters in the late 1600's, singing songs of warning to sailors in the Mediterranean with her sister and her friend, Wavelight. That was before Chromia killed Wavelight over an argument about Wavelight's fiancée, a mech Chromia had been eying for years. She had considered getting some of her newer friends together to restart the group, but the memories still haunted her.
Here on Seibertron though, there were no oceans. Most of the water was greedily snatched by the bio-mechanical plant life that covered the planet. Getting water was simple, but getting enough to swim in was a little harder. This made it hard to get around in her alternate form.
Then again, she couldn't transform if she wanted to. Sighing, she stared at the casts on her hands, her face heating up in slight humiliation. She had to have help eating, picking things up, and just about anything she really wanted to do. It frustrated her to no end. She wanted to do something on her own!
I can always dream, she thought to herself, sighing once more. She leaned back on her bunk, checking the clock on the wall. She was surprised to see that she had been awake for 22 hours. Suddenly feeling very tired, she dimmed her optics and began to recharge.
Her dreams were filled with strange images. Various Transformers ran everywhere, and yet they all seemed to know her. She only recognized one face, a face that appeared over and over again. Every time it did, the Transformer smiled at her, and she felt warm, like she was at home.
The face was Galaxy Convoy's.
She turned again, and there he was once more, but something was wrong. His face hovered over her, smiling, but it was a cold smile, holding none of his usual warmth. Slowly, the face changed, becoming black with blood red optics. Tsunami felt fear grip her as her dream became dark, and Nemesis Convoy reached out and caressed her face.
Then she realized she wasn't dreaming, and screamed. She lashed out instinctively, one cast catching her would-be-attacker right in the face. As he staggered back, she kicked him hard in the center of his chest, sending him into the far wall.
But she knew she couldn't stop him alone, so she continued to scream.
Pressing her advantage, she lashed out again, hitting him in the face, arms, chest, and anywhere else her strikes fell. Then she made her mistake, reaching back to try and grab one of her cannons. The cast prevented her from being able to get her fingers around it, and Nemesis Convoy caught his second wind.
Tsunami felt her faceplate crack under her optic when Nemesis Convoy first punched her. She clutched at the injured side of her face, but before she could make another move, he had grabbed her neck and held her up in the air, choking her.
No longer able to scream, she did the only thing that came to mind. She kicked him right in his groin, hearing him grunt in pain as her blow hit its mark. His grip loosened just enough for her to let out one more cry of help before he tightened it again.
"You fight back," he growled. "I like that."
The door to her room suddenly opened, and Dreadlock stood there, weapons at the ready. "One more move, and I erase your processor permanently," the Chairman warned.
Nemesis Convoy turned his head, looking at Dreadlock square in the optics. "You can't," he almost laughed, focusing.
Pain lanced through Dreadlock's head, forcing him down on all fours as images, voices, and feelings flashed through his mind. He blacked out quickly, slumping on the floor.
While his concentration was on Dreadlock, Tsunami carefully oriented her casts. Knowing she had only one shot, she quickly brought them together on Nemesis Convoy's wrist. Her aim was true, striking a pressure point that sent pain all the way up Nemesis Convoy's arm, forcing him to drop her. Yelling for help again, she tripped him and ran for the door.
She suddenly arched back in pain, collapsing as electricity thrown from Nemesis Convoy's hands engulfed her. All she could feel was pain, and then it stopped. She was finished.
Twin explosions detonated behind her. Looking up, she saw Galaxy Convoy and Backguild, weapons drawn and firing them at Nemesis Convoy. Out gunned once more, Nemesis Convoy retreated into Fire Space, yelling, "You can't stop me, Galaxy Convoy! Things are already in motion! Sky Shadow tells me everything I want! Soon, you will kneel before me!"
Galaxy Convoy bent over to check on Tsunami. Seeing that she wasn't in any immediate danger, he turned to Backguild, who was checking on Dreadlock. "Do you know who this 'Sky Shadow' is?" he asked.
The Deputy Commander shook his head, "No one in the Cybertron Army goes by that name. It must be a alias."
Nodding, Galaxy Convoy turned his attention back to Tsunami, who was shaking in fear. He picked her up. "Don't worry," he comforted her. "You'll be fine."
Tsunami threw her arms around his neck, buried her face in his shoulder, and cried in relief.
