Transformers Galaxy Force: Thunder Storm
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Part 17.5: United Festival
Chapter 155
Coby tapped his foot impatiently, fixing his tux coat for the 25th time. "What's taking so long?" he called.
Amy poked her head out from behind the door to Lori's Sky Dome quarters, "You can't rush progress."
"It's been two hours and we already missed Galaxy Convoy's speech," Coby complained. "If we don't leave in the next two minutes, we'll be late for the dance!"
"I know!" Lori called from in the room. "I'm sorry, Coby, but I'm trying! I've never worn a dress like this before!"
Coby sighed, "Isn't it custom made by your mom for you?"
He could almost hear her pout as she answered, "Yes, but if I don't put it on just right, the whole thing falls down."
"Okay," Coby apologized. "Sorry, I understand." He had yet to even see the dress.
"Got it!" Amy suddenly yelled. "You're ready to go!"
"Are you sure you won't come with?" Lori asked.
"No," Amy answered. "I have a family party to go to instead, but we'll have the TV on so we can watch." She then turned and opened the door for Lori, and Coby finally got to look.
His jaw dropped. She was gorgeous! Her dress was Cybertron Red with yellow-gold lining along the edges. She smiled and twirled so he could see. The top covered her breasts completely, but left her shoulders and neck completely bare. It was secured by two sash-sized, yellow-gold straps that tied behind her back, the excess trailing down the open back to where the u-cut stopped at her waist. Another yellow-gold sash secured the waist of the dress, the excess running down to the bottom of the skirt just above her ankles, and was lined up so it ran along the single side-slit that went halfway up her thigh. Red dress shoes were on her feet, which were otherwise bare. She then pulled on a matching cloak that bore a large Cybertron emblem on the back, securing it with matching red satin gloves that went up to her elbows. She wore her hair in a bun, just like at their wedding, as well as the same earrings. The only makeup she wore was a little blush and lipstick to match the dress. She gave him a small smile, "Was it worth the wait?"
He hugged her, kissing her gently on the lips and whispering, "Does that answer your question?"
"Yes," she purred, melting into his hug.
"I've got to go. See you, 'newlyweds'!" Amy teased, running off. Chuckling at the irony of her joke, they turned and headed to the ballroom. By the time they got there, the celebration had already begun. Transformers took the main floor, while Humans were given the balcony so no one would get stepped on by accident. Coby and Lori met several of the people they worked with when they joined the festivities.
For a while, they sat at one of the tables and watched others dance while enjoying the refreshments. Then, one of Lori's favorite songs came on, and Coby turned toward her, "May I have this dance?" She nodded and put her cloak on her chair, and he took her hand and led her to the dance floor.
At the same time, Tsunami, who had grown tired of sitting, turned to Galaxy Convoy, "Do you want to dance?" Looking slightly embarrassed, Galaxy Convoy shook his head. "Why not?" she asked him, puzzled.
Galaxy Convoy's head dropped slightly in shame as he muttered, "I don't know how to dance."
Tsunami smiled and grabbed his arm, "Come on. I'll show you."
Eventually, both pairs found themselves in the center of both dance floors, but for entirely different reasons. Galaxy Convoy and Tsunami's reason was because everyone was trying to avoid Galaxy Convoy. It was becoming painfully obvious that the Soushireikan had two left feet. Tsunami was barely able to avoid having her own feet being stepped on by accident, but she didn't care. She was glad that she could at least try to help him.
Coby and Lori, on the other hand, held the attention of every Human watching. They moved in perfect sequence to the music, performing moves to match professional dancers. As the music slowed to its gentle finish, so also did they slow, coming closer together. On the final note their lips bridged the gap. Cat calls were thrown their direction as others applauded them, but the two of them ignored it all. Not even the crash of Galaxy Convoy tripping over his own boots brought them out.
Had they paid more attention, they would have heard someone stumble behind them. Instead, Coby got a slice of pie on his scalp. They broke off just in time to see the person carrying it pick himself up off the floor, hastily apologize, and then bolt. Lori turned to Coby, "Go get cleaned up. I'll go catch him." Coby nodded and headed for the restrooms, the pie already starting to stick in his hair. Lori turned and rushed after the person who had plastered Coby, catching him just outside the door.
She gasped, "Daniel?"
Her brother looked at her, "Come with me. You don't belong here."
Lori's eyes narrowed, "What are you talking about?"
"You don't belong here," he repeated. "You belong on Earth, among Humans, and without your boyfriend breathing down your neck every minute."
"Stay out of my love life, Daniel," she growled at him. "You don't know anything about Coby, or the Transformers."
"Coby only wants you for one thing," Daniel insisted. "Once he's had enough, he'll just leave you behind. He's not worth it, Lori. He doesn't love you."
WHACK!
Lori's slap sent Daniel to the floor, clutching the red side of his face. Lori towered above him, livid. "You should have stayed in prison, brother," she hissed through clenched teeth before turning and leaving Daniel where he was. She returned to the ballroom, and nearly froze in shock at what she saw.
An entire wall had been blown away, revealing the Sky Dome Theater behind it. Through that hole stood Nemesis Convoy, holding a familiar figure tightly in his hand.
