Transformers Galaxy Force: Thunder Storm

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Chapter 176

Tsunami growled as she read the readout on the monitor. Another failed coupling. If any more of them occurred, her backup plan was not going to work. Sighing in exasperation, she grabbed her repair kit and began heading towards the engine room.

Halfway there, she almost ran into Galactus. Both of them paused, feeling the tension between them, but unsure how to break it. Neither one of them was ignorant as to the reason behind the tension between them. Galactus was a warrior. It was not a path he chose willingly either, as it was thrust upon him out of necessity. Though he was certainly worthy of the leadership positions that he had held in the past, his hands were far from clean. The fact that he had chosen to become a fugitive to stand up for what he knew was morally right was evidence of that fact.

On the other hand, Tsunami was both similar and opposite of him. While she could fight, she was not a warrior and hated to become involved in a battle. Though she was always willing to help out her friends in their time of need, harboring fugitives in what used to be her own personal sanctuary put her right in the middle of a galactic tinderbox.

She knew it was not Galactus' plan, nor was it his idea, but a part of her still resented him for it.

The resentment itself was only half the problem between them. Tsunami knew Galactus had feelings for her, even though he didn't know how to express them. However, it wasn't until she realized she resented him that she also realized that she had started to return his feelings. She knew the old saying that stated: "Those closest to us hurt us the most", but she had never realized what it meant until now. Logically, her resentment should be towards Emission, who actually had the idea of hiding both Galactus and the Rumble family in her ship. But her heart disagreed with her head, because Emission, Uranium, and the Rumbles were strangers to her.

Somehow, somewhere, the boat of friendship that she and Galactus had built had begun sailing in romantic waters, and both of them were afraid of where they might end up.

Galactus gestured to kit in her hand, "Would you like some help?"

Relieved that he had broken the ice, Tsunami nodded, "Yes, please. I need the power couplings to be operating at full capacity when we make a run for it." She continued down the corridor, with him following after her.

"What do you mean by 'when'?" he asked. "Dreadl... Sky Shadow doesn't know about this place. I certainly didn't know about it until you brought me here on Emission's request. The only other one who knows about this place is Live Convoy, and I doubt at this point he would tell, even though he doesn't know about Sky Shadow."

Tsunami paused in her step, "You forgot about Cannonball."

"He knows?"

"No, but he had the Dutchman, the sister-ship," she explained. "Cannonball-tachi intercepted Coby-tachi in orbit. It won't take long for them to figure out where we're hiding, and Cannonball knows exactly what to look for."

Nodding in understanding, Galactus continued to follow her to the Engine Room and help her fix the broken ship, learning some history in the process, such as the fact that the ancients were very bad at tabulating time correctly. While he knew that much of Seibertronian history had been lost or corrupted during the Great War, and that it was even harder to transcribe and synchronize what had survived due to the fact that the ancients utilized a cycling calender, he had not known just how bad it was. He knew that the Midnight Pearl was commissioned as an escort to the Atlantis for the ancients' Space Bridge Project, but believed like most other historians that it happened sometime between 10 B.C. and 70 A.D. The logs Tsunami had recovered from the main computer indicated it was more likely to have occurred several thousand years earlier. He also didn't know that the ship had made some legends of its own that revolved around ghost ships, including the Octavius and the Caleuche.

The ship, however, had not been operational for a long time, and that meant Tsunami was making several repairs to get it ready to fly again. The computer systems, cafeteria, and medical wing operated fine, but that was because Tsunami had been using the Midnight as a living space for the past century. She had repaired everything she needed to survive down here, but not anything else, not while the ship remained buried under the seabed. The turrets remained nonoperational and unneeded for the time being, as she was focusing on the Thrusters and Warp Drive.

"This is the fourth time I've repaired this coupling," Tsunami muttered, opening another access panel. She frowned at the damage. "Usually, it's just been fried from age, but this..."

Galactus paused with the burned out wires he was working with to turn her direction. "What is it?" he asked.

She stepped aside to show him, "This looks like it's been chewed through."

He stood there and stared for a moment, and then sighed in annoyance, "I think I need to have a talk with Rumble One-tachi."