It's Simply Robotics

Chapter 21: A Promise

Chapter 21: A Promise

(SmileMore2424 was the first to guess the foreshadowing part. A few others also got it... Am I that obvious? Blegh)

Things were good, well; as good as they could get in the Pits of Kaon.

Things between her and Megatronus were amazing now; inseparable best friends during the light cycle, inseparable lovers in the lunar ones. They had each other's back at all times, they even partnered up in the arena from time-to-time.

Megatronus was such a sweet spark when he wanted to be; already he had given her a series of small trinkets that she adored. A small transforming glass avian, which could hover for about a bream at a time, was one of her favorites.

One of the best things though, was how even though they were lovers now, they didn't act any different. They still roughhoused, kicked aft in the arena, and put their fellow gladiators through pit and back on a cycle's basis. They continued to 'rule the roost' as she said, dominating the arena.

And that was one of the reasons she was headed to one of the most despised places in the arena.

Clench's office...

Her hips swayed as she walked, her frame moving in ways it couldn't before she lost her seals. Her time spent with Megatronus in the berth had made her adjust to her frame in ways she hadn't noticed bothered her before. She had not been fully settled in her frame before, her mind still thinking she was what she had been before rebirth. Now, she was settled. She could move how she used to now, with such an old grace, she could almost float. There were rumors floating about that she was a noble femme before she became a gladiator, and that she was here only for kicks. MoonStrider would laugh at these accusations. Truly they were all idiots, even when they knew she had been here for vorns, they still spouted them out. She didn't blame them though, she was very, very old in mind and with that came such a grace.

She hummed as she came upon the door to Clench's office. Knocking upon the door thrice, she was let inside. Coming inside, MoonStrider spotted several things at once. There was trophies along the walls, but not the kind one would think of. There was an optic, a black talon from a large organic, a tooth, a set of seeker wings, and a golden rock of some sort. The sight of the seeker wings made her own twitch, Clench was a sick, twisted bastard.

"Ah, my favorite femme gladiator," she didn't look away from the 'trophies' on the wall as a voice purred from somewhere in front of her, causing a shiver of disgust to crawl up her spinal strut.

"I'm your only femme gladiator," now she looked to him. Clench sat at a large, black desk with minimal engravings carved into the sides. Only one holocube sat on the desk, what was on it, she couldn't tell. The one thing that seemed to be in abundance on his desk was data pads.

Clench was the same as ever, nasty red optics that seemed to crawl over her frame, a red and gold paintjob looked freshly waxed. Clench was a privileged mech, anyone could see it.

"Indeed you are, MoonStrider." He purred once more, his optics rolling slowly down her frame.

"Clench, I am in no mood for banter. You called me for a reason; I would like to know it." She demanded, her optics not leaving his. A smirk made its way onto the mech's lips.

"Watch your tongue femme," his digits came together at the tips. "But yes, I did call you here for a reason." He studied her face as he spoke, searching for any emotion he might use against her,. He found none. She looked at him with a blank- but defiant- stare. "You're moving up." She blinked."

"What?" She questioned. Moving up?

"Yes, you are moving up. You will be fighting an imported beast next orn." Her optics widened. Very few fought those matches, and if they did fight, it was mainly for the amusement in seeing them get torn apart. Why was he putting in there?