A/N: After about two months of procrastination, I have finally written chapter 8 :D. Sorry, I just finished school and finals. So hopefully there is less procrastination than my school days. But anyways! SUMMER BREAK! Yes! I was going to go see the One Direction concert in Vegas with my friend Ari, but instead, I bailed and went to see the Pacquiao fight because for one thing I am a Filipino and I have so much Filipino Pride!I AM IN SO MUCH SHOCK, PACQUIAO LOST TO BRADLEY BY DECISION. HE WON DEFINATLY, I FUCKIN CRIED, BOXING IS DEAD. But anyways, Im hopefully going to write more, im going to be working in a theatre production Bye Bye Birdie! And I just moved houses! Oh im busy! Well not really, this is only like 1/6th of my summer. The rest is all laziness and procrastination…xP lol Well I hope you guys enjoy your Summer vacation! And Enjoy Chapter 8! Hopefully I will have a lot more chapters I will get to work on during the summer so you will hopefully see more of my writing!
Chapter 8
Strika rubbed her optics groggily, twisting her neck cables and slowly uncurling herself from her little ball in the corner. She thought to herself Maybe I should have had slept on my berth instead of tht corner. She nodded to herself and stretched her limbs; she walked towards her desk and grabbed a datapad. STRATEGY AND PLANS MEETING AT 10:30 It flashed on the screen. Scrap! I'm late for the meeting and its 11:10! Strika threw her datapad on her berth, but it bounced off and landed on the floor. The rushed femme groaned and rushed though the door towards the meeting room. She pushed emvery Decepticon drone out of the way running thought the narrow halls of the Nemesis towards the conference room.
Pushing open the doors, she screamed
"I'm here!" Every pair of optics were on her, she could feel Megatron's blood red eyes staring at her. She brought her head down and quickly sat her seat next to Megatron's.
" Your late," the warlord exclaimed. " Have a good excuse?"
"Well-I-ummm," Strika stuttered still keeping her head down low so she didn't have to see the tyrants optics staring her down. "Over recharged?" She quickly raised her arms above her head to shield herself from the tyrants wrath. Quaking in fear she dared to look up, he looked angered, but not as angered when he found Starscream talking back at him.
" I will let it pass this time. Battle strategy is a very important matter if we wish to destroy the Autobots. So don't test me," Megatron rumbled. Strika nodded and quickly and tried to avoid Megatron's eyes for the next 30 minutes.
30 MINUTES LATER
As soon as the meeting was over Strika dashed out of there, she didn't want to deal with all of this scrap with what she experienced last night.
FLASHBACK
"Young femme, who are you and what are you doing here?" To be honest Optimus saw to intention to hurt her. He felt a presence that told him not to hurt her. She seemed like Arcee, but he didn't know it was Arcee.
"I-I-I don't know, I just appeared here after I fell into stasis. I don't know what I am doing here really, please don't hurt me," For the first time Strika felt fear, but she was in the territory of a Prime. But Optimus was thrown back. She even SOUNDED like Arcee! But a tad bit, she had the same strong voice that always calmed his nerves after a fight. He immediately took her arm and jerked her towards a wall. Pinning her there, but in a chasse action. His spark belonged to Arcee, no one else. Even is this random femme resembled her he didn't care. But there was something that told him this was Arcee, he gave the decepticon a kiss. Strika didn't know what was happening, but she leaned in. She liked it, but was startled when the Prime broke it. "I had to check, I don't know but it maybe," he murmured. And his figure slowly disappeared. She then saw the prime sit straight up in his berth and touch his mouthplates, murmur something incomprehensible and walked out of the room. Strika then strived to know what the last thing he said was, she didn't know what it means but she knew it was for her.
END OF FLASHBACK
She couldn't brush it off, it was driving her insane. She was a decepticon she shouldn't have been having "feelings" or "emotion" like Soundwave impressively displayed day after day. She certainly shouldn't have emotions like this towards a PRIME! For sparks sakes it was infuriating! She couldn't ask Megatron what was happening to her, who knows what he would do to her! Really she couldn't ask anyone for help of this giant warship. She didn't know what to do Oh Primus help me… she thought before there were blasting sirens filling the halls of the Nemesis. INTRUDER ALERT INTRUDER ALERT, ALL DECEPTICONS TO THEIR POSTS IMMEDIATELY. The voice repeated, Strika groaned and ran towards the Command Room.
A/N: Sorry for the short chapter, I am in a loop and Im having a lot of ideas and then I keep forgetting them. Authors block is a bitch sometimes, so is ADD and short term memory…Oh yeah and Im also starting another TF fic, so Im multitasking by the minute. Please read it when you have the chance my lovelys!