26.Aug.06
White Fang
By: Blackbolt52003
Part Two
She woke, and she got out of the pod she was in, her
green eyes scanning the world around here.
She was a she-wolf, with red and white fur, but she was quite different
from other wolves. She could sense
it. Deep inside.
“What do you know, a wolf.” A
voice smiled behind her. She
whirled around and was face-to-face with a gun.
“Oh Primus,” she whispered.
“Please get back in the stasis pod,” a bot who looked sort of like a
dragon asked. “Or I shall be
forced to let Inferno burn you into stasis lock.
You seem to redeem some Maximal in you, based on your signature, so we
need to reprogram that out.”
“And this…is coming from a guy wearing a wig,” she smirked.
He stiffened.
“Inferno.” The ant-like
bot grinned viciously and barred his teeth at her.
“BUUUUUURRRRRN!” he shouted, pressing the trigger.
But he burned nothing. The
she-wolf wasn’t there. She struck
him down and pushed a paw against his back.
He fell into stasis lock. She
smiled. Pressure points were most
useful for her.
“Dinobot, get Rampage to cooperate.” she heard behind her.
She slowly turned around, to be face-to-face with a humongous king crab.
She couldn’t help it. She
backed off, eyeing the crab wearily.
Right before her eyes, he transformed and she recognized him.
“X.” she said, horrified. Before
she knew what happened, she fell into stasis lock.
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She came out of the stasis pod a new Predacon; with the same personality
she had had before being reprogrammed. She
transformed. “Welcome to the
Predacons…Kiche... I am the
almighty Megatron.” the dragon-like bot smiled.
She blinked. “How do you
know my-”
“Your name? It’s quite
easy… You really shouldn’t leave personal information in your
memory chips that are in your sub-space pockets un-protected.” He smirked.
She was unfazed, and looked around.
“Where the slagging pit is X?”
“Right here.” A creepy voice that brought chills to her spine said.
She whirled around angrily.
KLUNK! Rampage howled
in pain. Not only had the femme
kicked him in the shin hard enough to inflict pain, she had also had a concealed
energon knife and had stuck his shoulder, while disappearing at breakneck speed.
He looked around wildly, still grasping his leg and shoulder in pain. “WHERE ARE YOU?!” he roared.
“Right
here.” He heard behind him. He
felt fingers prod his back; pushing and he fell into stasis lock.
“What…did
you do?” Megatron asked in wonder.
“It’s
called pressure points. You press
the proper ones and your opponent can go to the pit or go crazy or go into
stasis lock or whatever. It’s
quite hilarious when you use pressure points on someone who’s never
experienced it. Their face is like,
‘Eeee!’” She laughed.
When
Megatron’s face stayed emotionless, she started scowling.
“This is no time for fun and games, Ms. Kiche.” He said.
“It’s
Kiche. Not Ms. Kiche.” She
growled. “I am not some fussy
schoolteacher.” When he turned
away, she muttered, “Megatron, if you don’t have a sense of
humour…you’re better off going off-line.”
“What
was that? Did you just insult my
queen?!” Inferno demanded. Kiche
turned her head and her emotionless gaze bore into his optics.
She reached out with her right hand and Inferno quickly got out his
flamethrower. But she just flicked
his forehead and he toppled over, like a wooden doll with no base.
“Weak.”
She said simply, her eyes glaring into him.
Inferno offered no response or movement in reply.
He was…offline?! “Even
your followers are weak.” Megatron
knew she was addressing him.
“That
is enough. Now, how skilled are
you, say, in fighting? And, what is
your record?”
“If
I remember correctly, I have quite the file…in both Maximal and Predacon
Databases.” She said, bored, leaning against the wall, arms folded.
Megatron
growled at her cheekiness, but called on his computer to search for her file.
It came up fast, but took more than a few cycles to download the info,
than the normal nanos. As the Predacon leader scrolled through the information, his
optics narrowed and his mouth was in a twisted smile.
“Well,
well…an accomplished technician, an experienced medic…a fearsome fighter…a
hacker…a spy…an assassin…” he read off a few of the noteworthy of her
file. “My, my…” His optics
fell on a few words. “So you’re
one of THEM, are you?”
“Only
half.” She shrugged. “Doesn’t
really matter. Not like I care. It doesn’t change my record at all, does it?”
“No,
but…you will prove very useful, Ms. Kiche.”
Before
he knew it, he was flat on his back, arms and legs pinned down by various heavy
objects and a growling Kiche kneeling on his stomach.
She held an energon blade near where his spark was encased.
“I TOLD you…it’s KICHE….now, repeat it to me…before I plunge
this into what you call a spark.”
“Kiche…”
His voice was hoarse, and satisfied, she retracted the energon blade and got off
him, removing the temporary restraints. As
he stood up, he continued. “…that
wasn’t the wisest of moves to do. Alright,
Rampage, do it now.”
“What?”
she whirled around and was instantly knocked out by a huge first to her stomach.
Rampage had awoken just a few cycles and stayed out of the femme’s
viewpoint before waiting for the chance to strike back.
And, Megatron had given him the perfect timing.
Unfortunately
for the femme, Kiche had misjudged on how Protoform X would react to pressure
points for the first time. She had
gone on just a little nudge, when she should have given him a one on the
pressure points of his back if she had wanted him to stay in a vulnerable
position for the rest of the time she had been talking to Megatron.
“Excellent,
Rampage…now put her in the cell.”
His
order was answered by a frosty glare from Rampage.
“And, what makes you so sure that I will obey?”
Megatron smirked, holding up Rampage’s spark case, containing the other
half of the bot’s spark.
“Oh,
I’m sure you’ll obey quite readily after I squeeze this.”
And squeeze it he did, making X go to his knees, dropping the femme.
“Now…do as I ordered.” As
the Predacon leader left, Rampage’s green opticed gaze glaring hatefully at
his back, both failed to notice the femme’s arm falling unconsciously into the
lava pit, which had its hand brush against the lava.
The lava was sucked into the unconscious femme’s fingers and whirled
around her body. As Rampage picked
Kiche up…he felt his hands burning.
“What
the slag?!” he hissed, dropping her immediately to the floor.
He nudged her with his foot before deciding, after a while; it was safe
to pick her up again. The femme
coughed out some mech-fluid and the silvery liquid dripped down her lip, down
her chin. He used one of his hands
to brush the mech-fluid and tasted it, suddenly, dropping her again.
“She’s one of THEM, is she now?” He hissed angrily, spitting out
the mech-fluid. NEVER, had he
tasted anything so tainted…
He
shivered inside. Tainted…
This one had killed without mercy or contempt…and yet…she had the
mech-fluid of an innocent…and a guilty…all rolled into one.
He glared into that hateful body of hers, before grabbing her and
throwing her into the cell, activating the laser bars and striding away.
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“White
Fang,” Optimus Primal looked up grimly.
“I need you to go to Grid Beta.
I can’t get Silverbolt’s signature and I can’t contact him.” The
wolf jumped up from his seat.
“Not my brother!” At the
speed of light, the wolf was gone. Optimus
sighed, struggling to keep a straight face but failing.
“He really does think of Silverbolt as his brother…” Rhinox
murmured.
“Yes,” Optimus nodded in agreement as he watched White Fang’s
Maximal signature quickly head into Grid Beta before the screen faltered and the
Maximal’s signature was nowhere to be seen.
“He does.”
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“Remind me again why I agreed to this?” Kiche asked hatefully as she
finished installing the jamming station. She
installed a safeguard system into it before she turned to Inferno angrily. “WELL?!”
“Because the Royalty ordered you to!”
Kiche rolled her eyes. “Riiiiiight…and
HOW did the Royalty get me to do this again?”
“Stop!” A high and mighty voice said, interrupting the ant. Kiche
sighed, rolling her eyes at the majestic knightly appearance that Silverbolt
had. “You should not do bad…you have good inside you.”
“And you should just shut up.” In a blur, she disappeared, leaving
Silverbolt looking confused as he landed. She
appeared behind him and prodded his back. He
fell off-line within a manner of nanos. “Weak…are
ALL Maximals this weak?”
“WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY BROTHER?!” A voice yelled, interrupting
Inferno and stopping the ant from replying, yet again.
“…another one?” She looked sideways and saw a wolf, transforming.
“…I really don’t have time for this…”
“You WILL have time to defend the Royalty!”
“But the ‘Royalty’ is nowhere in sight.”
“Then, protect our Queen’s tower!” She twitched.
“It’s…a JAMMING STATION, NOT A TOWER, YOU IDIOT ANT!”
And she bonked him over the head angrily and Inferno went into stasis
lock. “And you…”
Her green optics pierced through White Fang’s robot mode.
He just stared, wide opticed. Her
optics…were just like Fuoco’s! The
same colour…same shape…but…different emotions inside them…
“…will die just like your ‘brother’ will in a matter of
cycles…”
His optics strayed to the body of his brother.
Hands clenched he spat out, “I don’t care if you’re a female or
not, or whether my brother would approve of me striking a female, Predacon or
not.” Her hand blurred and he
felt his cheek being cut. “How…?”
“I’m not a Predacon…I haven’t joined of my own free will…”
She scowled at him. “Now fight
me!” From her sub-space pockets, she drew out two twin swords and
held them at ready, expertly. He
growled, and drew out his long sword and two began to engage in combat.
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White
Fang was definitely not having a good day.
This female was parrying his every attack easily, acting like it wasn’t
even a challenge to block every thrust, every attack….
“This is boring…and here I thought you actually had it in
you…huh…no doubt about it, you’re one of THEM, just like I am, but
you’re completely one of them…not half…”
“W-
What are you talking about?!” He asked, as she stopped his blade from moving.
He couldn’t budge it between her two twin swords, even WITH his
strength…
“Well,”
she transferred her twin sword in her right hand to her left, still managing to
stop White Fang’s long sword from moving and reached over and brushed off the
mech-fluid which was still dripping from his left cheek and licked it off her
finger. “Your mech-fluid
definitely shows proof…you are completely Akrilysis…”
“What?
Akri- Akrilysis?” He growled, using his anger to push her blades
towards her. “I am not one of
them! They’re not-”
“Good?
Maximal? What are you trying
to say?” She said angrily, transferring her blade back into her right hand and
pushing forward. “They are only
being treated as such because normal transformers are afraid of things and bots
they cannot possibly comprehend…they treat Akrilysis like dirt…like
garbage…when we have done nothing wrong!”
“You…you’re
Akrilysis…?”
“Yes…”
her gaze met his and he saw the sadness in them before they were replaced with
anger and vengeance. “But I am
only half…so in my childhood…I was treated unfairly by both normal and
Akrilysis… Both excluded me from
fair treatment…both offered no comfort…so that is why I became an assassin
and killed whom I pleased…I killed bots from both…and in doing so, sealed a
pact for eternal suffering…”
“You…you
don’t have to do this…” He felt himself saying.
“Heh…I
don’t have to…but every time I think of my childhood…I know I have
to…so…if you and your brother to live…you must use your Akrilysis
strength. You must use what you
have been born with…because I’m gonna kill you, even if you don’t try to
kill me!”
She
broke the hold she had on his blade and it swung down.
She sidestepped left quickly and slashed him, hitting his vital spots.
He fell to the ground, trembling…
“I…” He began, making her stop from advancing.
“I had no idea…but…just because you’re seeking your revenge…”
He looked up, glaring intensely at her. “Doesn’t
mean I’m going to back down just yet!”
With
a yell, he pounced at her, bringing his long sword down.
She moved her twin blades to block it, but her eyes widened as the long
sword went right through. ‘He’s…using ghost techniques already?
But…he’s just TAPPED into his power…
Impossible! This
means…that he has a HUGE amount of power!’ She
smirked as the blade came nearer to her spark.
‘No doubt about it…
He is truly and fully Akrilysis…’
She
dodged his attack as the long sword swung down and struck at the ground, making
a huge crater. She leapt into the
air, dodging his thrown attacks. He
had put down his long sword, summoned up his power in his hands and threw them
at her. Icicles and ice swords
attacked her from all directions as he began to self-learn how to control them.
‘Amazing!’ She thought, as she barely managed to dodge one.
But, she was soon struck with a barricade of ice stars to the back.
‘Slag it~!
I wasn’t guarding my back!’ Summoning up her inner power, she
created a fire shield around her and melted all the ice attacks as she landed.
Brushing
off some mech-fluid which had dripped down her lower lip she smirked. “You have what it takes…don’t waste your
talent…and…” She went into beast mode and plopped Inferno onto her back. “…looks like you’ll have to explain everything to your
brother…”
She
disappeared in a blur, leaving a heavily breathing White Fang behind. “What?” He looked to his brother, who had awoken
and seen his brother fight. “Brother…you
have awoken?”
But
Silverbolt did not share his brother’s enthusiasm.
“White Fang…you’re an Akrilysis?
Why-”
“Because
I didn’t know it myself, brother…” White Fang willed for his power to go
back where it belonged and he was left with his long sword, which he put back in
his sub-space pocket. He walked
towards his brother offering a hand. “Besides,
if you really are my comrade, you will care nothing about my heritage, right
brother?”
“…Right…”
Silverbolt didn’t look up as he got up on his own, ignoring White Fang’s
offered hand. “Let’s get back
to base…”
“Wha--?”
White Fang cocked his head to the right as Silverbolt went into Beast Mode and
flew away. “What’s wrong with
my brother?”
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“…and turns out I’m an Akrilysis…pretty awkward, isn’t it
seeming?” He grinned as he finished recounting his tale to his comrades.
Rattrap edged away and Cheetor looked away from the wolf’s gaze.
Silverbolt busied himself with repairing something with Blackarachnia and
Rhinox was fumbling about with his invention.
Optimus looked at his datapad interestedly, as if the report on a flower
that smells awful was actually interesting to him…well…maybe it was…?
Tree-Climber and Kameko looked away from his gaze as well, the
hyperactive squirrel, not even offering an insane reply.
Kameko muttered, “I…I just remembered, I have Scout Duty with
Tree-Climber.”
“Scout Duty?” Tree-Climber blinked.
“I don’t remember-”
“Of course you don’t, you were sleeping!” Kameko made up an excuse,
clamping a hand over her friend’s mouth and dragging the she-squirrel away
with her. “Err, better get going!”
“I just remembered!” Cheetor jumped out from his seat.
“I promised Big bo- Optimus that Rattrap and I would be taking the
shift to protect the Ark!”
“What? Err, oh yeah!”
Rattrap leapt up and they hurried out to the Ark.
“Optimus, I need to you, Blackarachnia and Silverbolt to come with me
and check something out…I think we have…err…a signal from Cybertron…”
Rhinox said. The three bots nodded
and all four quickly left the room, leaving White Fang all alone.
A few megacycles later, White Fang was still staring blankly at the door,
where his comrades had all left before realizing with a heavy spark that they
had abandoned him. ‘No
wonder…no wonder Akrilysis don’t really feel like they’re welcome when
normal bots are around…’ He thought, his optics showing sadness and
disappointment with his comrades as he trudged off to his quarters, presumably,
to try to think of a way to deal with all this…shunning…