A.... Pirate

Chapter 17

(2nd pov)

How in pits did you end up here?

You couldn't even answer that and you are a part of it!

Prowl was captured and both you and your carrier where hiding behind the scenes at a brothel that the pirates who want you offline were currently attending. Yeah. Not fun.

"We need a distraction. If one of us can get to Prowl and release him we can make a break for it.." Your carrier spoke in a hushed tone as a few show femmes passed to walk on stage

You hummed, "Ye know this galleon right?" You asked looking around

"Well yeah, it's one of the most popular illegal saloons around." Aspen chuckled, "Many pleasure bots get their first break here if ya know what I mean."

"I hate that I know wha' ye mean, but on a more important note.. can ye get a few strin's pulled fer me?" You asked looking behind you

"What strings?"

"I've got a plan. I needs t' get up on stage. Posin' as a stage Femme or somethin' while thar distracted by me, either shootin' or tryin' t' figure out who I be ye help Prowler. Sound like a plan?" You asked leaning towards her

"Ok. I can pull more than a few strings, and trust me with your vocal pipes I'm sure you can distract 'em long enough for me to grab Prowl." she chuckled grabbing your wrist, "And I know just bots that can help get you distraction worthy!"

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"Okatay huney your lookin' like a sugar covered energon pop!" The large femme spoke

The much leaner one pushed in, "Close your optics sweetie." You were skeptical but complied, "You look absolutely lovely, just like your carrier when she first arrived."

"Oh! She was such a doll! I just wanted to pick her up and squeeze the onlining out of her!"

"Hurry thar be a strong possibility me mate could offline mighty soon!" You spoke urgently

"(Y/n) it's intermission and everyone knows things get good after intermission." You hear your carrier speak after a door opened

"You can open your optics now dear." You blinked them open

"Makeups done!~" they sang making you stand and tugging you over to many cloths on hangers

Before you could react your shoulder plates were removed and your chassis plate lowered. You yelped as you felt an air brush grace long the seams of your armor. The two femmes began to bicker to which your carrier stole you away.

"Gal and her obsession with glitter." She chuckled brushing some from your shoulder, "I have just the outfit that's you." She chuckled, "And you can keep the hat."

She pulled you in front of three mirrors and while you marveled at the makeup  spread across your faceplate Aspen walked out to grab something.

~

You stared in awe at yourself taking in your temporarily golden seams and the cloth tied around your hips in a split skirt. Your gaze traced up to where your the center of your chassis then followed out around the silk cloth draped across your arms.

Aspen nodded, "Your ready."

She tugged you out passed the still arguing femmes and to behind the curtain your nervousness growing each click.

"W-Wha' if I can nah do this carrier? Wha' if I only get us caught 'n offlined!? Wha' if-!" Your ramble was cut off

"Your just getting some cold pedes." She took your servos in hers, "You have done so many things. So many very amazing things. This?" She laughed, "This is just like walking compared to the amazing things you've pulled off."

"I've heard you sing before. You sound incredible!" She smiled, "You are me and soo much more. Just be yourself on stage. Be that confident Femme who we see in the news almost every cycle." She laughed again, "That Femme that flips off the elite guard!"

"Yeah."

"Yeah!"

"YEAH!"

"YEAH!!"

"You can do this, the song you chose will give me plenty of time to free Prowl." She smiles, "Trust me, you'll be fine."

You chuckled nervously holding your own servos as she left you adjusted your hat slightly feeling it quiver slightly. You excented trying to calm yourself.

"Do re me fa so la te do." You sang softly, "Do te la so fa me re do. Ah frag..." you shifted your pedes

You hated to admit it but Aspen was right you were nervous. Whether it was from stage fright or that face that your mate may be as good as offline you weren't sure. You were soon handed a mic and lead behind the curtain as the stagehand left you struggled not to shake.

You took a deep vent and released it. You've faced far more frightening situations. But they never involve the onlining of your mate. Stop that! Your being ridiculous! If you can face down a whole hoard of scraplets you sure as pits can sing in front of your old captain.

If you can put run the elite guard in more than one occasion you can sway your hips to some music.

YEAH!! Your fragging awesome! Let's get this scrap done!