Lockout: A Transformers Story

Chapter 7: Target Practice

{This is definitely my favorite chapter, it's really good!}

Steady, sniper rifle focused, a loud bang echoed through the distance. Backing away, blaster now in hand. The barrel reloaded itself with power, another bang echoing through the arena. The last target fell, offlined. With optics full of determination, the computer sounded throughout the arena, "Level 102: Complete Next Level: Blade" 

Blade sheathed, a smirk formed on my lips. "Computer, Level difficulty, set: extreme." I had trained for so long, that this would be easier than kicking an Autobot's ass. A robot simulation of Optimus and a few other primes appeared before me. Swinging my blade, waiting for them to charge. And they did, I was ready for them.

Attack after attack, my optics flashed red. My exhaust pipes on my legs launching me towards and over a prime, slicing their head clean off. Energon spurting from the body as it fell. Blade met with blade; more attacks thrown at me. It was harsh, but it felt like freedom.

With the simulation primes defeated; standing in place, my optics flashed back to their gorgeous sun yellow. My sword now in its place on my back, not even breaking a sweat. 

Again, the computer echoed. "Level 110: Complete. Next Level-," "End training course." A huff escaped my lips. My breath was heavy and caused me to slip to my knees.

As I regained my strength, Megatron's optics landed on me. "Greetings brother," I set myself back to my feet, lowering my helm in respect. 

He didn't reply, only nodded back, motioning to follow. Without hesitation, my weapons in hand, I followed. "Lockout, I am sending you out on a patrol. Shockwave will be creating Predacons for my army. It shall be our way to win this war." I remained silent while listening. "You will guard his off-site laboratory." I felt honored, and prepared, as it was easy for me.

Hours after, I had been groundbridged to Shockwave's off-site laboratory. Messing with my Sniper rifle for a moment before observing my surroundings. It was dark out and the rain began to shatter over my finish. The trees in the distance reminded me of the large buildings near Shockwave's original lab back on Cybertron. I didn't miss Cybertron, as much as I would've loved it, Cybertron hated me. Being an assassin doesn't always bring out the good.

And that is why I never want to go back.

I didn't enter the lab, only stood outside, getting on one knee and resting my back against one of the Pines. I shot my rifle, taking out a whole Pine tree. I went to load it again, only to be stopped by a hand. 

"That is illogical. You should save your weapons for true danger." Glaring at a tree, annoyed with Shockwave's idea, an inaudible huff came from me. I stood, the forty-foot mech looming over me. I wasn't short for a femme, I was definitely above average. I was twenty-eight feet while Megatron was thirty-two. Average femmes were much shorter than me, most were an average of nine to eleven. I think Shockwave is a little too large to be a scientist, since you need careful hands, but it's whatever. 

Shockwave had his gaze fixed on me, and mine on him. "So, Predacons, huh?" I had no idea what I was doing. I could've brought up something else, but I didn't. He didn't reply. Turning, he left. Shockwave wasn't much for conversation. And it made sense. 

After hours and hours of being bored, I decided to transform, activating a human form that Shockwave had invented. My engine was modified to be loud, and I loved the sound, so I revved my engine. The rain glistened over my finish, like ice over gorgeous lakes and streams. Suddenly, I had blaster fire rain over me.

Autobots.