Escaping Reality

Chapter Thirteen: Plot Points

Being lead away in such a fashion had been humiliating in Starjinx's opinion, and honestly, it was worse when she ended up getting confined to the prisons for her strange behavior. Granted the femme had consented to the idea, but that didn't mean she didn't feel bad about it, even when she gained a visit from a good friend.

         "Hey Jinx!"

         "Star?! Yo!" Quickly, Starjinx ran up to the cell's door, happy to speak to her friend. It was strange not seeing her with her twin, but it didn't bother her all that much; she figured they'd have to separate sometime after all. "What's been happening? Also how many days has it been? Apparently bots need to recharge much less than we'd thought."

         "Um, it's been a couple days, and I think everything's going good. Everyone's been practicing fighting and their alt modes," Starblade informed.

         "Oh yeah! Alts! Ratchet came by and told me I should practice too. Heck- Titaniumwrench even came with him and drew me Shia LaBeouf for motivation!" exclaimed the femme, only to snicker at the last bit. "Hehe. Just do it!"

         "Don't let your dreams be dreams!" replied the blue Autobot with a chuckle, only to glance off to the side for a moment before then looking back towards her friend. "Hey, Jinx."

         "Yeah?"

         "We found out what part of the plot we're in."

         "You did?!" Starjinx didn't hesitate in reacting to the other femme's words, the Decepticon fan nearly yelling out her excitement in the process. Thankfully she'd been able to control herself, but even so, Starblade wasn't impressed.

         "Shhh! We can't tell them they know! Though I think they already know anyway. If they're a TV show then it's obvious we'll know more about they than they'd expect," said Starblade, a prominent frown on her face as she let out a sigh. "Anyway, Optimus took out the forge and began upgrading the space bridge about ten or so minutes ago, which means we're going to Cybertron to try and get the Omega Keys and use them on the Omega Lock."

         "Oh boy. Well I hope you guys have fun at least. They're letting you come with, right?"

         "I don't think so. We've been training, but some of us are definitely worse at fighting than others. Night and I are pretty decent, and Katrina can shoot well once she gets her bow to work. Titaniumwrench though is lost half the time, but she's getting there," Starblade informed.

         "I mean that doesn't really surprise me. Titanium's OC's a field medic last I checked, plus she's gotta learn how to speak, ya know? Speaking of which, how's Titaniumwrench?"

         "Doing much better! She's been quickly picking up things! It's really great!" The femme seemed happy to derail the conversation to something good happening for the moment, but then that all eventually fell back into one serious yet worried expression. "Anyway, I'm just telling you this because, well, you know what happened in the finale. We all do, and I have a plan to keep you from getting blasted."

         Once again, Starjinx's interest was piqued. "Oh? Helping me? A war criminal?"

         "You're not a war criminal- You're my friend. Now listen closely. Because I don't know if I'll get a better chance to tell you this..."

"Has she stopped crying yet?"

         Just like a few days had passed at the Autobot base, the same few days had passed on the Decepticon warship, and needless to say, they were lucky to be in the shape they were in. There sat Darkfin, the shark-ta-con looking pretty scratched up, but well enough to stand; and nearby was Sasori, the femme's head resting on her lap as Darkfin gently patted her back. They had been the only two in the room when Midnight had entered, and once she'd asked that question, Darkfin quickly shushed her.