PRISON SHIP : ALPHA

Chapter 4: Obsession.

"Only about 30 more minutes until we turn off the road and scower the woods for the Prison Ship." Tarn sighed.

"Can't pin point the exact location?" Asteria huffed, it was currently her turn to pull the trailer. Small it was, but heavy was the bigger factor.

"No. All these trees are making the signal bounce around. But it is most definitely here somewhere." Tarn spoke tiredly.

Asteria kept behind him, his loud altmode almost annoying. She growled, "Is there anyway to shut your vehicle mode up? That diesel drinking, squated truck is on my nerves."

"No. And what's wrong with it? I love it." He snickered.

"I sure don't." Asteria slowed abit, trying to make the noise and black exhaust less annoying.

"You intimidated?" He laughed.

"No. I'm not intimidated at all. If anything, you should know I could fly by the next curve and I'd be gone." The Stunticon exhaled.

"Right. On this wet road? You'd be in the ditch." He laughed competitively.

"Oh please. A road like this is easy. I could do a 360 around the curves." Her engine revved.

"Mh. Last story you told me, Steeljaw beat your aft¹ back on Cybertron." The mech snickered.

"Nuh uh." She chuckled.

"Yuh huh." He laughed along.

"Whatever... he just got lucky. I spun out." She huffed.

"Excuses, excuses." He pressed the gas, the front raising and a sputter of black, sticky exhaust flushed from his pipe. Asteria braked abit, coughing.

"Can you not?!" Asteria coughed, an animalistic growl escaping her.

"Nah. I have self control. Not very much though." Tarn snickered.

"Very funny." She sighed.

Asteria suddenly braked, her tires squealing, "that doesn't look natural, does it?" She transformed, her stabilizers² carrying her to the side of the road. Her long, black tail flicked.

"Huh?" Tarn transformed after her, walking up next to her. He noticed what she was looking at. There was a busted up clearing in the wooded area, the dirt looked like it had been violently stirred years ago, the trail clear of trees. Small ones at the most.

Tarn chuckled, "good optic³, cadet." He stepped off the road, walking through the woods to the cleared, large trail.

Asteria growled lowly to herself, "cadet.. that's alot of nerve."

She then followed him, somehow managing to pull the trailer behind her. To keep the load from falling off, she used her tail to drag it through the rough dirt.

They walked the long trail, Tarn then laughed in success, "Yes! Finally! Oh my Primus!"

She watched as he threw his servos up. She looked beyond him, seeing the Prison Ship. It was indeed PRISON SHIP : ALPHA. Though it was smaller in size, having less than 100 fugitives registered, the Mercenaries and Decepticon criminal records weren't.

"Let's get inside to see what it looks like after all this while." Asteria chuckled. Though, her few memories on the ship weren't good or fun, she still felt nostalgic about it. There was no telling how long she had been in that cramped stasis pod⁴, but she knew it had been a minute.

Tarn pressed a button, the loading door opening with surprising ease. They walked inside, seeing the dark corridors. The halls lined with intact and broken pods, the weapons vaults raided of the more powerful weapons.