A/N: Sorry for no updates, but I think life likes to kick my ass. On top of my computer still being worked on, I got some weird stomach-flu-sickness-fever-thing that effectively fried my brain to the point that I couldn't string together very coherent sentences for the past week.
So you know what? I QUIT. *Throws hands in the air and storms away*
(Just kidding, I'm not quitting. Please enjoy the story!)
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers Prime, just the random OCs and plot rainbows I barf out.
Chapter Ninety-Six: Amen To That
"Our first priority is sustenance." The mech proclaimed as though he hadn't just threatened Marian in a not-so-subtle manner, "I have no intention of allowing you die at the moment, and I presume that your smaller frame requires more frequent fueling." His optics dimmed before she could answer and he shuddered in disgust, "Ugh! Your online network is absolutely infested with viruses!"
"You're preaching to the choir on that." She muttered, vaguely wondering if he was accessing the web. Could all of the Cybertronians do that? At this point, it wouldn't have surprised her too much.