Starlight (Transformers: Prime)

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

With respect for respect

How to: earn respect from Big Bad Robot? Talk back to him. As arrogantly as you can.

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Natalie should do something. Anything. Perhaps.

There's only one important question left; what exactly? Well, except for thoughtlessly gazing at the car that is. She never really cared for this type of cars. Actually, she never cared for vehicles at all, her interests consumed by different things, but now... This wasn't such an ordinary car now, was it? Theoretically, it wasn't even car to begin with, especially keeping in mind that it could instantly transform into a oversized robot. But even as a car he was a pleasant view for eye and aesthetics. Sure, a bit too shiny; but he visibly took good care of himself. Of his appearance at least. He was a muscle car of streamline shape, of a Brand Natalie, obviously, couldn't name. It shouldn't be surprising, though, since she could say cars only to be passenger cars, transport cars and carrier cars. She could say a bus from a truck, but her knowledge ended where fancy car marks started. KnockOut was streamline, much alike all those fancy new racing cars, although with no exquisite additions. His paint was red, almost scarlet, a bit too shiny, with a flame motif on sides. Wheels and handle were yellow, and there was little-to-no to be seen through his darkened windows. Natalie, still, was willing to bet that his seats were upholstered with leather.

Cars like him always had seats upholstered with leather.

"You like me?" KnockOut asked. He was to be admired, sure, for a long time even. However he doubted that there would be much to admire if his lateness angers Megatron; that con was absolutely unpredictable, and terrifying.

"Not you. Your appearance, though, I do" Natalie corrected.

"Oh. Okay. Can we go now?"

"Go wherever you please, whoever you are."

"Hey...!"

Natalie glared at the car, putting her hands into pockets of her pants before looking up into the sky. Half-full moon shone very dimly, sun hasn't properly set yet, and there were tens of lights in the garden, ineptly pretending to be fireflies. All in all, the world was currently not really pretty mixture of yellow, red, blue and green. She sighed, looking at the car again. It looked completely turned off, but she knew exactly that it wasn't. She nodded, muttering something about too-great curiosity and walked over to it.

"Can't promise I won't cause chaos there, you know."

"And what could you possibly..."

"Ekhm, Earth to raspberry. I was able to hijack your top-secret communication line knowing practically nothing of you or your security systems, and it took me shorter than my first time break into top-secret government database. Although the latter can be explained with utter lack of experience, I was nine and bored when I did that. So, what can I do, you ask? I could, for example, took control over your base, wherever you live in, and if I was lucky, you wouldn't even notice. You get it now?"

"Uh, I'm no intel-master, but to sum it up: you can be dangerous, yes?"

"Not as dangerous as fucking curious."

"So, you coming?"

"Do I even have a choice to begin with?

"Um... Not exactly, actually."

"Exactly. You can always pick me up and Carry away, you know."

"Oh. I... Didn't think of that."