It's Simply Robotics

Chapter 17: First Cycle Out

The mighty gladiator looked around the store with keen blue optics, searching for something. What would the Megatronus want from his store? His answer was given to him not a nanoclick later when the silver mech's optics landed on the femme in his shop. She waved at him with a smile... and he returned it...

Did he know her? How would he know a femme like that? A seeker femme with a sword as long as HyperDrive was tall!?

He must have bought her from one of those brothels, which was a plausible occurrence. HyperDrive could understand a gladiators need to "relieve some stress" after some matches. Oh, how he wanted to relieve some stress with her. Femmes were good that way, very pleasing to the optics and great berth warmers, and they didn't fight when they were put in their place.

Lewd fantasies swam before his optics. The femme on her back, screaming under him as he entered her roughly, or her mouth wrapped around his spike as he thrust upwards. HyperDrive's engine rumbled at the thought. That femme must be fun to play with, too bad she was taken by a mech over twice his size.

"Look Megatronus! A Grand Piano!" HyperDrive was snapped out of his thoughts at the femme's outburst. He watched from behind the counter as the femme pranced over to the store's prized electric Grand Piano. She sat softly on the seat before lifting the cover off of the keys. She was going to play around on the piano, play the cutesy act that she was paid for. The giant silver gladiator moved over and down the center aisle, coming over and standing beside the edge of the piano. The femme's digits spread over the keys, tapping a few of them in random order. HyperDrive turned down his audios in preparation of the horrible stumpy playing that was destined to come.

But it never came...

A soft trill of notes came out, all weaving together in a way HyperDrive was sure to be false. Was she playing a recording?? There is no way that this femme could do... that.

The femme's digits danced and flashed over the keys as she played her piece, the melody becoming more difficult with each measure. Her optics were locked onto the keys and a grin was slowly crawling its way onto her face. HyperDrive's jaw dropped as she went into the melody, playing a part he swore was supposed to be a duet. How was she doing this? He couldn't do that and he ran this fragging store! The femme's playing became to crescendo, each note coming out almost violently as emotion poured into the playing. Her digits hit the piano hard, drawing out a loud, dark note.

"FERMATA!" The femme yelled as she threw her helm back with a mockingly evil laugh. Megatronus laughed too.

"You are two types of crazy, Strider." Megatronus laughed. Strider? Who's Strider? The name sounded familiar, but also not. HyperDrive tried to think on where he had heard the name 'Strider' before. Nothing really came into him.

"Let's get out of here, MoonStrider." Then it hit him. He'd been fantasizing about MoonStrider, the Gladiatorial femme with a killer touch and wicked fighting style. HyperDrive choked slightly, he was extremely glad he had not done anything or said anything towards them, and he would have had his aft handed to him. HyperDrive went to a few of her matches, he hadn't been there for her, he had been routing for the other bot in the ring that she had been up against. Every time she won, there might have been some close calls or good hits in, but she always won. HyperDrive shivered, he had been thinking of fragging a femme that could fry him with one touch!

"But Megatronus! This place has so many beautiful instruments!" The femme pleaded with her golden optics wide. HyperDrive raised an optical brow, the One Touch Killer and the Mighty Slag Maker? Those two looked mighty cozy in one another's presence, could they be something? HyperDrive shook his helm. No, no way. The gladiatorial pits were no place for any sort of relationship to happen, to many chances for you to get stabbed in the back.