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TFP: Shrouded... (Chapter XIX: Theory...)
Lauren opened her optics, with static interference coming and going as she looked around, and tried to focus. She felt a resonating spark of some sort continuously keeping her from thinking to hard, like a metal restraint of some sort. The harder she thought, the more it hurt her, and the more jumbled up everything was.
"Stop trying to think."
Lauren looked over, where her optics found Shockwave working on a terminal, "Wha-t?..."
"The harder you think, the more your mind will be damaged as I run my sub-cranial scans. Your abnormal brainwaves are interfering with my work," stated Shockwave, "But if I keep you unconscious, then your mind works with even more haste stop thinking before you damage yourself."
Lauren glared at him, "Try-and stop-me "
"Inducing another activity scrambler, we'll see how long you can hold on," muttered Shockwave.
Lauren grimaced, "Agh-what-is-tha?"
Shockwave looked at her, "In words you can understand-the emitter is scrambling your brain waves
TFP: Shrouded... (Chapter XVIII: Falling Apart...)
Optimus rushed into the bridge room, throwing the backpack down, "Rachet, I came as soon as I felt Lauren's pain, once I woke up, what? Arcee, are you alright?"
The femme was on the ground, with Rachet scanning over hers structure.
"Ah-yeah," Arcee sighed, "Except for being knocked out by Optimus."
Optimus blinked, "What? Rachet, what has happened?"
Rachet sighed, for once he wasn't angry, he looked concerned, "Sh-He was scared very scared. You are fine, Arcee. Optimus simply wanted you out of the way."
"What do you mean 'scared'?" Optimus asked.
"He was in his quarters before this happened, it would be best to start there, let's go!" Rachet took Optimus, before helping Arcee up, "Arcee, please find Perceptor, and ask him to report to Optimus's quarters."
"First tell me what just happened," Arcee demanded.
"No, Optimus could be in trouble," Rachet replied, before running towards Optimus's quarters.
"Rachet, what do you mean-she was scared?" Optimus asked.
"I mean, she looke
TFP: Shrouded... (Chapter XVII: Family Matters...)
Lauren had blown the shield generator, escaping Optimus's quarters, and sprinted to the bridge room, where Arcee was on guard duty, and did not see Lauren's fist coming. "Sorry, Arcee." She set the femme against the wall, and ran to the bridge controls, punching in the coordinates, and implanted a virus to erase the coordinates so no one could follow her, she was about to run through the bridge, when Rachet called to her.
She looked back.
"What have you done?!"
Lauren grimaced, "I'm so sorry, Rachet! I had to-I'm sorry!" She then jumped through, and drew a cannon and a blade in each had, prepared for anything. Behind her was her grandparent's house, and before her stood Knockout, "Took you long enough."
"Sorry-I had a few distractions," Lauren muttered.
"Well, I'm certain it proved to be a challenge," Knockout chuckled, "It's a shame humans are your weakness, Prime!"
"Uh-forgetting something, Knockout?" Lauren asked.
"No-nothing in fact," Knockout grinned, "Everything is goin
TFP: Shrouded... (Chapter XVI: Diaries...)
Lauren looked around the bridge room, then seeing that he coast was clear, she snuck in. Everyone was seeing the kids off, while Lauren was supposed to be confined to Optimus's quarters, but she was motivated, and kept escaping. She spun up the ground bridge, and giggled mischievously, "Optimus can't act like a human-so I'll get someone who can coach him." She reached through the event horizon without actually going through, then grabbed the unsuspecting victim, and pulled him through.
Ryler blinked, waking up, as Lauren carried him back into the groundbridge room, "Wh-Optimus?"
"Lauren, Ryler," she corrected, "I need your help."
"Do you have any idea what time it is?" asked Ryler.
"0700 hours, but in your time zone it's still 0100, sorry, but Optimus has to go to school, and act like a human-I just need you to help him. While Rachet wasn't looking I managed to cook up a scheme. I got you a fake ID as Optimus's guide because he's supposed to be blind, and you're supposed to be from Sco
TFP: Shrouded... (Chapter XV: Confrontations...)
Lauren was in the middle of shutdown regeneration, when Optimus checked on her. He then walked on to Rachet's lab, and over to the cranial lynk Rachet had built for his current form. Lauren was fine physically, but he needed to assess her mental and psychological condition.
Rachet walked in moments later, "Taking another trip, Optimus?"
"I am," Optimus replied, "Do you have time to monitor my own activity?"
"Always for something of this gravity," Rachet replied.
Optimus nodded, then sat down, and closed his optics.
He was in his natural form. Within their mind, linked by the matrix, Optimus was quick to assess Lauren's status. At first glance, she seemed fine, better than usual in fact. Some of her bookcases had been placed back up, and the books had been restored to their book cases, but Optimus felt inside how wrong everything was. Some of the lights had turned purple, and as he looked closer, some of the books had turned black.
"The autobots have abandoned you, and now you are
TFP: Shrouded... (Chapter XIV: MECH Wrecks...)"Poverty is an unfortunate disease that much of this world is stricken with. I understand why you sold our friend," Lauren said, "But we must get him back."
The road led them to a very dark part off town that seemed quite deserted.
"That building," Rad directed.
Lauren drove past it, and a few blocks away, she let the humans out for safety reasons, then turned back, and transformed at the building entrance. Blaster did the same, and they entered, ready except for what they found. Blaster and Lauren gaped at Tracks's hands cuffed above his head, and various burn over his chassis.
Blaster ran to his friend, "Tracks!" He tapped Tracks' face, "Wake up, bud! Who did this to you?!"
Tracks grumbled, "My paint "
Lauren looked around, blasters drawn, "I don't like this Blaster, we need to get Tracks, and get out of here. Now!"
She was about to step back out, when a blast-door slammed shut, the brick walls proved to be made of a dense metal alloy, and when the lights came
TFP: Shrouded... (Chapter XIII: Autobop...)Lauren gladly preformed the diagnostic on the groundbridge, for some reason Rachet had suddenly loosened up, leaving Lauren much less stressful. It had only taken Cliffjumper a few days to get patched up, but Rachet was keeping him off duty for the next couple of days. Ryler had gone home after spending some time on base, and Optimus was preparing some sort of ritual to help her get more in touch with her Prime essence. Everything felt better already. After completing the diagnostic, Lauren proceeded to Optimus's quarters, where she found him sitting indian-style holding his hands before him, with the matrix glowing brighter.
"Come, Lauren, I have been testing the matrix with your form, to see if you might be able to do this in the future, even when we regain our forms." Optimus stopped, and stood up, looking at her. "Sit as I was sitting."
Lauren walked forward, then sat like Optimus was.
"Assume a comfortable position, and tell me when you are prepared."
Lauren shifted a bit then nod
TFP: Shrouded... (Chapter XII: Human Aspects...)Optimus tilted his head, as the film came to a conclusion, and the credits began, "That-was a magnificent story," he praised, then turned to the children.
Miko looked at him sideways, "No-duh-you said it was your favorite. Seriously, Lauren, its like you're suddenly a whole different person or something."
"Oh-right, well-I am always taken aback when Muphasa is killed by Scar." Optimus stopped, thinking of Megatron was Scar, and himself as Muphasa "I need to speak to Rachet."
Rafael jumped up, "I'll get Lion King II qued up!"
Optimus stood, then paused, "There is a second movie?"
All three of the children nodded with a 'duh' look.
"Simba has a daughter in it," Jack added.
Optimus nodded, "Interesting," then he proceeded down the steps, out of the bridge room, and all the way to Rachet's lab. The medic seemed to be working on the most recent cranial scans her performed on Lauren. "Rachet-anything?"
"If you are referring to your headache, it is simply Lauren's sinuses acting up," Ra
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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