Ghosts

Ghosts II

Stupid Kup.

That old coot had to comm. her beloved nerd.
Moonracer paced around her quarters, mulling over the moment she and the scientist had shared just hours before. Apparently she wasn’t special enough for him to ignore his commander. That has to change, she thought; the pale femme may have selected her mate, but the mech was more logic than instinct, therefore would need more convincing; she needed to unlock the hidden beast that lied within - the very beast that was present in all mechs. And if she wasn’t careful, she would come to understand just how dangerous it was to play with fire.

“Blurr! Where’ve you been, you sneaky glitch? I called you three times!” The speedster cringed as the veteran got all up in his personal space, waving a finger in such a threatening manner. Behind them, Hot Rod leaned in to whisper a little gossip into Drift’s audios: “I think Blurr suffers from attention deficit disorder; it’s like the circus comes to town whenever someone tries to tell him something - most of the time, it’s usually something important - and it just goes in one audio and out the other.” The larger mech frowned and looked to the object of their discussion; “Surly not…”

“Then his role as a messenger would be pointless.” Both Wreckers stiffened at the voice and sudden presence of the sniper. “Initiating rumors about your fellow soldiers is not permitted,” he added, narrowing his one optic, “Especially when it can endanger his rank - a rank he has worked hard for.” Drift felt a little smirk tug at the corner of his mouth as Perceptor pushed himself past the flamboyant scout, doing well to brush his shoulder against the other as if to challenge him. Hot Rod stared after the microscope, his lips parting as he tried to comprehend the meaning behind the gesture. “Nice,” scoffed the swordsman.

Kup stuck the Cy-Gar between his teeth, scrutinizing the blue mech before him, when Perceptor approached with a casual incline of his helm. “What did I miss?” he inquired. Kup’s features softened; “Eh, nothing that can’t be overlooked,” he said, patting the messenger to signify that all was forgiven. “Now, if you two will follow me… We have something to discuss.”

The trio walked in silence, their path ending near the edge of a demolished building. “Springer reports that the Swarm is getting closer to our location,” Kup started, staring out in the direction given in said report. “It would be wise to get our group moving, but it has come to my attention that with the females beginning their breeding cycle, hiding from those monsters will be difficult.”

“What are you suggesting, sir?”

Kup lowered his gaze and turned to face the other two. “Their cycle must end, or else the scent will carry, creating an irresistible path for the Swarm to follow. I understand the pickings are slim and some of the females are… involved, but we can’t leave them.” Perceptor gave a short nod; “In such a condition, the females would care little of who and what advances on them, as long as the mech shows qualities she desires in offspring.” The veteran stepped closer and clasped his hands behind his back as he worded his command carefully, “Yes, and with that said, I want you two - along with Drift and Blaster - to… deal with them.”

Blurr jumped and shook his head vigorously. “I can’t do that! That’s suicide! Mechs fight over females, it is possible that we could do more damage to each other than the Swarm could ever dream of!”

“Sir, if I may,” the scientist cut in, “If we were to go through with this, Elita-One and Chromia must not be touched.” Kup emitted a sigh. “By the time they reach their peak, it won’t matter! I understand many of you have morals, but this is a matter of life or death… Just - Just keep Hot Rod away from them. The boy has ADD; we don’t want another one running around.”

“Yes, sir,” they said in union.

Baha, yes, I do not like Hot Rod (sorry Hot Rod followers D:).