Upcoming Scene:

By: Joshin Yasha

Note: A clip of what's to come during BW.  Taken from Epoch: Lineage, Chapter 2: Abscission. Hope you enjoy this little interaction between DC and Blackarachnia.  Slight innuendo warning.  PG, probably?

            Depth Charge rolled his head back and stared at the ceiling of the CR Chamber and thought to himself for a space of moments.  Omicron sat before him in his dreams, as perfect and as magnificent as the day before X had ruined his life.  His spark fluttered for a space of moments, reading out to the computer as erratic, but to him it just meant that he was feeling his old memories.

            “Hey, Depth Charge, you down there?” his old comrade smiled down at him, revealing the rows of predatory teeth.

            “Yeah,” he said, rising up from the platform next to the starship he had been working on.  “Whatcha need, Cyber?”

            His factory cousin laughed, drawing in a sharp breath.  “You should see what Jazz did with his free time.”  Cybershark held up a transparency and his wrist opened.  Three cables slithered forward, grabbing the transparency, and twisting as they made their way down to the chief of security.

            Depth Charge reached out with a non-oiled hand and grasped the transparency.  He read a small bit and then looked up without finishing.  “This is the report I sent out this morning.”

            A small bit of laughter escaped the other’s gullet, “See the drawing on the top corner?”

            The security chief checked it again and squinted, reading the header.  “Omicron official seal.  Would you look at that, it’s underlined, too, complete with an arrow pointing to it along with a smiley face.”

            “Jazz is insisting that that be our new report letter head.” _

            “If it includes his little doodle of Shock Therapy as a pinup in the other corner I might consider it.”

            Cybershark blinked, “Must’ve missed that one!  Pass it back up!”

            “In a moment, I want to savour the idea of the Pred wench as a pinup.”

            “I heard that, mind you.”

            Depthcharge fluttered his eyes open and closed; then, he realized that he had been dreaming out loud and the most likely of evil femme bots had been listening in on her way past the CR Chamber (which was at the moment wide open).  “Don’t cry over it, she-spider.”

            The leviathan of a bot stalked out of the repair chamber and passed the smaller gold and black femme.  She scowled after him when she thought he said ‘sorry’ in passing.  “What’s the matter, flounder?   I’m the only female on this planet and you don’t wanna play ‘Ride ‘round the base with the Predacon?’ ”

            The manta ray stopped, turned towards the black widow, and let the smirk enter his red eyes.  It was that look that men had when they knew they would not be turned down.  Heat, passion, and the sultriness were there, but the drive that all men have was lacking.  It was amazing how much of that he put into his eyes, and yet none at all.  “I’m too much metal for you, ‘Arachnia.  I'd break you.”  With that said, he turned and left.

            “Well . . .” she hesitated, “that did not go my way.”