Lockout: A Transformers Story

Chapter 6: Old friends

I slowly woke, stretching and grumbling a few muttered words. The blanket on my body fell to my waist, a long stretch caused my back to pop and other limbs to crack. Golden orbs landed on a mech, he was of a violet color, bulky, and had one crimson optic. 

"Commander," I greeted, hair ruffled as I messed with it. 

The mech gazed over to me, then back to his work. I heard a few clicks and beeps from whatever item he experimented with, then his deep voice rumbling in acknowledgement. 

"Lockout."

I tilted my helm as I moved to his workspace, ducking under his arm and standing in front of him so he couldn't see. 

"Whatcha working on?"

He huffed, gently placing a hand on my forearm and moving me to the side, continuing his work. "Something important, so if you don't mind-"

I gasped, "I can help!"

"-Lord Megatron requests your presence."

The mech sounded cold with his words, and sunny orbs fell with disappointment. "Right." I let a very upset breath slip through my vents. "I guess I should... get going then."

I lowered my helm to the mech with respect, then took my leave from the laboratory.  

Upon entering the brig, Lord Megatron stood with a very specific femme at his side. I dropped the datapad I was holding, taking a step back in disbelief. 

Tears formed at the corners of sun orbs, the femme's ruby ones as well. 

"Is it really you?"

"I think so."

"You're alive?"

"Well, I never decided I wasn't."

I ran into the very... short femme's arms, tears slipping down my cheeks as I hugged her close. Darkbolt, the Queen of the Decepticons, my sister-in-law, had returned. She was shorter than I remembered. 

"Sis, you got shorter."

"Oh, you did not just say that..."

The two of us laughed for a good bit before finally letting each other go. I had someone I cared so much about, return. I wasn't alone anymore. 

There were other femmes and mechs behind my dear sister. Rollerwave, a very silent femme with red-violet orbs, a plum purple and black frame, worked usually in communications with Soundwave. Starkiller, one of our more... sassy air force deputies, has rose pink optics, and an orchid pink with mint green finish. There was also Deathwind, a bounty hunter/assassin with fuchsia orbs and a dark blue and pale lilac finish. 

The mechs that were aboard the ship as well, the constructicons, also known as the combiners that make up Devastator.   

 The Cybertronians nodded to me, placing a hand over their spark to show respect. 

Starkiller fist bumped Darkbolt. "Lockout," Darkbolt spoke, her voice sounded demanding. "We will be sharing quarters."

Hearing this reminded me of the mess I had made, the musty scent remained to that room.

Dismissing myself, I made my way to my quarters. The second bed in the room finally meeting with my optics when the door slid open. I had never taken notice of it til now. 

My Predacon cat, CyberKookie, woke. Startled of his loud meowing, I scolded him, "not now Cyber!" I began to organize the room, my weapons on the shelf and any of my other small belongings in the small desk next to my bed.

Once completed, I heard the door slide open. I assumed it to be Darkbolt. "I swear, you are like- the last person I would've expected to appear, you're a huge dumbass for not letting me know sooner." Yes, I had picked up human slang. 

As I turned around after no reply from Darkbolt, the sword I held slipped from my hand, making a very loud clang as it collided to the floor. 

"C-commander!" I felt like a goddamn dumbass for not guessing sooner that maybe someone else could've entered the room, in fact, 'Bolt's handprint wasn't even assigned in our systems. 

Shockwave loomed over me, a nervous feeling in my gut. I felt something for him, yes. If he had a face, I probably would've leaned up and stolen a passionate kiss from him, but I tried to shove it away, as I had never had the desire for anyone. 

I had no desire to get hurt, again, is what I wish to get across.

I flushed a deep hue of cyan blue, the color of my energon, embarrassed with my actions. He didn't say a thing, just stood there, emotionless for a moment before speaking up. "I acquired help, but I assume you're busy." 

Shit. I did want to help him. "Oh yeah, I'm totally busy." I laughed nervously, then noticed what I said, stumbling over my words. "But not too busy that I can't help you, that is." Oh, there you go, you just ruined that entire thing. It's obvious, Lockout, he knows you like him.

The mech began to walk out of the room, and I followed.

I need to regain my original ways, and return to my darker paths, that way, I can shut out all this "nice" stuff.