It's Simply Robotics

Chapter 21: A Promise

She voiced this to him, and received a laugh as he stood.

"Why, to bring in more credits of course! With you fighting these beasts with bring many bots rolling in here, eager to see you move around, dripping in the organic's blood. A few might wish to pay a good amount for your... personal services." He sneered at her, his red optics staring holes into her armor, as if with one command she'd bare valve for him. Frag that.

She hissed.

"If you think I'm going to let you sell me for your own gain, well you have another think coming." Her golden optics stared eerily into red ones, making the owner of said red ones to shiver before his resolve was reaffirmed.

"You will if I tell you to, femme." He spat," You forget I own you." Anger filled her, filling her frame at the thought of being 'owned'. Her servos slapped the desk, denting it. She leaned over it and over the much smaller mech.

"And you forget that I could kill you right now, and no one would care." She hissed as she loomed over him. Clench moved back a bit, fear trickling through his frame and field before he glared up at her.

"You would care when Megatronus takes your place." His voice was low and dangerous; it was no threat, but a promise. The anger didn't leave her, but she backed off at his words. She could not put Megatronus' helm on the block just so she could get out of this ordeal. But it didn't stop her from glaring hatefully at the mech before her.

Seeing her weakness, Clench grasped at her adoration of the other gladiator like a lifeline, using it against her. Using it to control her.

"Now, femme," he sat back down," You will be fighting next orn against the beast." He hummed out his words, pleased with himself.

"Terms?"

"You will get 10 percent of all profits will go to you." MoonStrider's optics widened as her optical brows rose. From what she heard, these matches against the organic beasts are one of the main attractions of the arena, coupled with her femme attraction, 10 percent would be quite the sum of credits. "You will get your match dates from Turboshift. That is all." The dismissal was clear and with an abrupt about-face, she left his office.

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The rest of the cycle was dull; she had not matches and didn't feel like beating up a training dummy. Megatronus was occupied with One knows what, so that ruled out any help from him. MoonStrider sighed as she lied on her and Megatronus' joined berth. She was utterly bored.

What to do, what to do...

Music

MoonStrider stood from where she had ungracefully draped herself and walked to her shelf, grabbing her electric piano and one of her data pads she sat back down. With a click of a button on the side, the data pad sprung to life. Notes scrawled over the screen, each written on four lines with strange symbols at the end of each. Some had strange markings above them, others had them below. Curving lines connected some. Of course MoonStrider know what each and every one of these strange symbols was named and what they meant.

Her digits moved over the keys, playing what was written in the data pad. Every once and awhile she would stop and write something down. She would hum out specific parts or sing it out with 'ba's or 'do's.

"Bo-do Bow Bow! Nope, that's not it," She used to end of her stylus to erase the part she had just written down. Slapping a beat on her legs, she nodded before jotting it down. She stared intently at the screen as she played the tune she just wrote.

'CLAND CLANG CLANG!'

"MoonStrider!" Her helm snapped up and she went quickly to the door. The bot continued banging on her door loudly. Pinging the door, it opened with a 'whoosh'. There stood Turboshift, looking quite frazzled. His optics were wide, looking at her in panic and worry. And all he had to say was one word.

"Megatronus..."

(AN: WHAT IF I STOPPED RIGHT HERE!? HOW MUCH WHOULD YOU HATE ME?!?!)

She took off; tearing down the halls at a speed raced could only hope to match. Her thrusters ignited, pushing her forward even faster. Bots were forewarned to stay out of the halls or be plowed over.

Panic was in her spark. What had happened to her Megatronus? Was he injured? What if he was hurt!? Nothing but the worse would have Turboshift looking like that, he's seen too much. What could have made him look like that? Made him come to her... Megatronus had wounds before, he never came. Wait...

How would he get that wound? He didn't have a match...

She ran to the arena. Bots were leaving the area, a sigh that a match just ended. She slowed, ducking through bots on her way to the doors leading into the arena; getting through them only made her spark spin fast in panic. There was chatter of a defeat...

She threw the doors open, running into the arena. Growls were heard in the distance, the smell of energon was heavy in the air. There had been an organic beast fight

Clench, you son of a bitch

There he was, Megatronus. He was on the ground, covered in energon, a large gash in his chassis. One of his legs was crushed, half his face was nothing but scratch marks, she couldn't even see where his optic was supposed to go. A mangled stump was where his right forearm should be.

She moved forward, her peds splashing in the puddles of energon, of his energon. She kneeled down beside him, servos coming up to cup his face plates, somewhere he had lost his helm, his transmission panels showing.

"Megatronus," she whispered sorrowfully. He was unconscious, energon loss and pain sending him into stasis. She commed Turmoil, telling him to come to the arena.

He wouldn't be able to fix him entirely.

Her spark whined in sorrow for her Megatronus.

Her fore-helm brushed against his, she kissed his cheek and clenched her denta. Her Megatronus was hurt, because he was put in a fight he was nowhere near ready for... and it was her fault. She vented sharply. She should have kept her mouth shut around Clench no matter what he had said, but she hadn't, and her lover paid for it.

Turmoil had come, and did what he could. He could fix the leaks, but not much more. He was no longer dying so quickly, but he didn't have long. Turmoil predicted that he had an orn, two at best. She thanked him and he left them.

He would not wake up...

"I'm so sorry."

(AN: MwahaHAHAHAA!! Early update~ and a good little almost cliffhanger, an evil cliffhanger *Evil cackle*

Damn y'all take your foreshadowing seriously. Maybe I should put such hints in there, just to keep you all on your toes... yessss I have things planned now. And I assure you, you'll wish you never found this story *thunder clap*

But that's not until much later :)

Till all are one!~