Angel From A Dream

Chapter 1

The moon shone on Cybertron as all Cybertronians drove through the streets going about their nightly business. A couple of Cyber-Wolves stepped inside a bar to get some High-Grade Energon to take off the edge after working hard at planning, they had been making plans for a rebellion against the Cybertronian police that's been hounding them for the past months.

They sit at an empty table and call a waitress to order their High-Grade Energon. After the waitress leaves, Razorclaw leans towards Steeljaw across the table, "Think our plans will work, Steeljaw?"

Steeljaw lets out a hardy laugh as he looks at the other Cyber-Wolf across from him, "Of course, Razorclaw. It's my plan, they always work."

"Yeah, haven't made a plan that failed yet," Razorclaw says feeling confident in his older comrade. 

Steeljaw noticed Razorclaw starting to get a bit fidgety as if he was nervous about something, but he knew it couldn't be the plan. After a moment, Steeljaw notices that Razorclaw is looking at a young femme behind the counter, the same young femme he's been looking at every time they come here. Steeljaw smirks as he leans in a bit, "When are you gonna stop fantasizing about being with her and actually make a move?"

Razorclaw looks at him, "What? I-I don't know what you're talking about," he says trying to play it cool.

"Who do you think you're fooling? Any 'Bot or 'Con can see you have something for her, I've seen you staring at her every time we come here."

Razoclaw blushed as he looked at the femme again, she had a light turquoise color armor plating with some streaks of light blue. Her optics were a shade of purple, a mixture of red and blue. It's known that her carrier was an Autobot and her Sire was a Decepticon, but not much else was known. Razorclaw considered her the most beautiful femme he had ever seen, he was smitten the moment he first saw her. "Never most likely, she wouldn't go for a mech like me."

"How would you know unless you try?" Steeljaw asked him. He was the type that never saw himself settling down with a femme, not mating or anything. He only fools around with the femmes and gets the reputation as a spark breaker for breaking so many sparks of femmes. He never cared for any of them. 

All he wanted was some fun, but a lot of times he would charm a femme to get what he might want. Whether it was to get weapons or a way out of prison, he would use his charms and sweet talk to get the femmes to do whatever then he leaves them with broken sparks. He doesn't even care that he's hurt them. 

He doesn't believe in getting into a real relationship but he wants to see his friend get into one with the femme he's into. Razorclaw lets out an air cycle, "I can't," he says feeling nervous at just the thought of talking to the femme. "What about you? Will you ever settle down with a femme instead of always fooling around?"

"Not a chance." He pauses for a moment as a beautiful face flashes through his processor, "Not unless it's my dream femme."

"You have a dream femme?" Razorclaw asks in complete shock.

"Yes. I know it's shocking that I would have one but for the past two years my dreams have been plagued by this mysterious femme with these beautiful blue optics and luscious lips I've been finding myself wanting to kiss." He rests his helm on his servo as he props his elbow on the table. 

The High-Grade drinks had arrived and the two started drinking. Steeljaw places his down on the table as the femme's face goes through his processor again, "I don't even know who she is, and yet she plagues my thoughts and dreams. I've been finding myself becoming smitten with her a bit more each time I see her."

"She must be an Autobot if she has blue optics."

"You think?" Steeljaw asked sarcastically.

"How can you have dreams about a femme you never even met before?"