Transformers Rescue Bots - The Present

82: Tackle Chat - S

Quickshadow realized she made a mistake, and now she is stuck but also has to answer some questions.
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"That was very impressive." She comments. "Although, isn't that moving something from Ratchet's inventory?"

"The first part, yes, but not what I do next." She was not prepared for what the firebot planned to do at the moment it happened.

Heatwave had said he wanted a rematch, proving that he actually was not as weak as he appeared to be but rather a little too strong for his apparently short self. The Femme was quick to agree, and even added a little bet to be involved because she guessed that this would end quickly and easily for her.

The bet was simple, in fact, they both seemed to love it. To whichever bot won, the loser would have to reveal three things about themselves based on the winner's three questions. Quickshadow no doubt thought the victory was hers since it had been 24 hours since she last went up against Heatwave and there was no way he improved, but yet, she was actually proven wrong.

She was winning at first, until Heatwave found her blind spot, pulled off a Ratchet moment, and then did something of his own works. This plan led her to be physically punned to the ground, with no way of getting out of it. It was a physical fisting and kicking fight, anything else used will call for an automatic loss.

"Admit it, you just lost." Heatwave says, clearly not backing down at all from the pin he has her in.

"Alright, now do you mind?" Quickshadow really just wanted to be unpinned, but Heatwave wasn't going to do that fast. "You're not going to let me go, are you?"

"I will once you've answered the three questions, just so you don't go running off." She was not impressed with that response, but she let it be. The quicker she answered, the quicker she was free. "First one, what is your real name, not code name, but the one you were first given."

She had to think for a moment, her mind physically trying to remember the name she had before taking on all of this. It took her a bit, until she finally had it.

"My real name was Blossom." She knew Heatwave was certainly shocked how such a pure name was technically her real one. She never liked it, and was always told that, so she eventually changed it. "Not a name I would've chosen for myself."

"Second question, how old are you?"

"I thought you would be asking more personal questions, but I won't bother asking about that." She says, then logically thinks about how old she is and converts to human years. "If I did it right, I am technically thirty human years old. I assume you wouldn't be far behind."

Did she do the math right? Yes, yes she did actually. In fact, although she was thirty, there were other bots much older than her. Rumor has it that Ratchet isn't actually older than Optimus himself, but no one really knows how old the Prime is in human years because he never tells anyone.

"I'm still a minor." Heatwave responds, which Quickshadow is quite stunned by. She definitely did not expect any of what he just said, but yet again, he didn't expect her to say she was thirty. "Last question, why are you such a snob?"

"Excuse me?!"

"You heard me." Heatwave wasn't letting it go. "You're very abrasive as to being lonely and such that you also supposedly don't criticize other bots. You seemed to have a problem with us from the start, as if you just don't like anyone, so really, how about you explain yourself?"

She was thinking how to word this properly, to not let her entire life be spilled out. She hated answering this question, it just gave too much, yet, she put herself into this mess and now has to finish this up to get out of it.

"I was always judged by pretty much everyone in my younger years , I didn't realize I did it too until it was too late." She replies, not daring to look at anything but the floor. "Besides, no apology can fix what is done because it will always be remembered."

"At least you remember it though, to still have the chance to not repeat the same mistake." Heatwave slowly got up and stopped pinning her, he turned to leave but said one last thing: "it doesn't mean anything when you forget it, right?"

She stayed there on the floor even after he left the room, thinking about what had just been said to her. She didn't understand why such a bad time could be so important when she kept repeating it, but at this rate, she would never know.