29.April.06
By:
Sinead
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Part Ten >~
Airazor
looked at Awn’néad, then at the sky, which was beginning to turn pink. “I
never knew,” she whispered.
“Steele,
or Dinobot, didn’t want anyone to know. It was chance that I heard
Megatron’s voice when I was looking for Steele, and found them,” Awn’néad
said, looking at the last star to disappear.
“What
happened after that?” Airazor asked.
“Steele
disappeared two weeks after he agreed to join Megsie’s band. Optimus and the
rest of my Guardians went on the Axalon, to explore on the other side of the
Milky Way three days before he disappeared. And the three new Guardians were
also sent on exploration trips. When my StarCruiser was finished, I followed the
exact course of the Axalon, although Nightbreeze originally forbade it. That
probably brings you up to date,” Awn’néad replied.
“One
more question: Why didn’t Dinobot try to kill Electra up on the roof? I mean,
whose kid was there?”
Awn’néad
sighed, and replied, “Because she was . . . ah . . . slaggit, Airazor.
We’re thinking that was her child. Dinobot didn’t want to unintentionally
harm the child in any way. He’s like that.”
“You’re
kidding me.”
“Don’t
I wish I was.”
The
faint sound of feet pattering on dirt came to Awn’néad and Airazor’s ears.
“Three
guesses who that is,” Awn’néad said, and accidentally picked a
premature apple out of a tree. She spat out the sour fruit, and looked at
Airazor, who was grinning widely.
“Oops.”
Awn’néad picked a red one, and bit into that one. “Yup. Dis ’uns ’ipe.”
Dinobot
appeared out of the underbrush, and glared at Awn’néad.
“Gee,
a good morning to you, too,” Awn’néad said, and spat out a seed.
“You
are fortunate that Altaire told Primal that you needed time to get to know
another, as–”
“Aw,
c’mon, Dinobot. Knock it off. I was up all night, and I really don’t think
that I need someone yelling at me.”
“Doing
what all night?” Dinobot snarled menacingly.
“Talking,
what else? We’re girls, remember?”
Airazor
chuckled, and said, “I’ll see you two at the base.”
As
soon as Airazor was out of sight, Dinobot looked at Awn’néad, and she said,
“Chill. Knowing you, both you and Altaire were around last night. You
don’t give up that easy.”
Dinobot
looked at the ground, seemingly studying Awn’néad’s footprints from the
night before, and Altaire walked out of the surrounding foliage, chuckling as
she did so. “Yeah, you’re right. We were.”
Awn’néad
laughed, and Dinobot crouched down so that Awn’néad could get up easier.
Together, the three friends traveled back to the Axalon. When they were within
eyesight, Awn’néad squinted, then broke out in a wide grin.
“Uh
oh,” Altaire said jokingly. “You see something, don’t you?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Do
you mind telling us? I’m too lazy to activate my long-distance vision.”
Awn’néad
hopped off Dinobot’s back, and walked next to the two warriors. “Okay, but
you’d better be prepared to see it for yourselves.”
The
human told Dinobot and Altaire, whose jaws both dropped, and then they ran the
rest of the way to the Axalon. They stopped in front of the scene. Awn’néad
arrived a second later, panting, but smiling.
“Get
me down from ’ere!” Rattrap yelled.
The
rodent was hanging by his tail from a thirty-foot tall pole.
Cheetor
ran out of the base, and said, “Alright, where’d that garbage-sucking– Oh,
hi Awn. Have you seen Rattrap?”
“Well,
yes, in a manner of speaking.”
“Where
is he?!”
“To
put this easily, viewing the clouds from a higher perspective.”
“Rats
can’t fly.”
“No
duh, but look up.”
Cheetor
did as he was told, and smirked evilly. Rather, as evilly as his innocent face
would allow him to. “Let’s leave him there. I’m sure that Big Bot will see
him sooner or later.”
Over
Rattrap’s screeching protests, Awn’néad asked what happened.
It
turned out that Rattrap had redecorated part of the Axalon, with holograms.
Of
Cheetor, Rhinox, and Optimus.
Doing
the hula, the Macarina, and the electric slide, respectively.
However,
that’s another story, to be told at another time. Well, that is, only if the
ending is appropriate.
(Which I highly doubt.)