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TFP: Shrouded... (Chapter XXVI: Lesson One...)
The first thing Lauren saw when her Optics had flickered back to life was the sight of Blaster scooping her up, and spinning about with her, shouting unfathomable words of joy, but making Lauren feel very-very-very sick. He stopped as her face had begun turning green, and waited, asking questions. However, Lauren had yet to regain full consciousness, and had not heard a word of Blaster's greeting.
"Blaster! You will make her vomit, and this time you, will clean it up!" Perceptor took the girl from Blaster, and scanned her, as she laid in his hand, and closed her optics, "Lauren, what are you feeling?"
"Tired," she croaked, groggily, "I'm just so tired…"
Perceptor nodded, glancing back as Optimus had begun coming to as well. The scientist carefully handed the girl to Blaster, "Be silent, and take her to her quarters… her body and mind have been severely exhausted. Have Ms. Darby put her to bed."
"You got it, science-guy," Blaster nodded, and walked away.
After helping Lauren to b
TFP:Shrouded...(ChapterXXV:Primes Best Friend)
Chapter Twenty-Five: A Prime's Best Friend…
And so you finally come, my little human counterpart… The shadow drew closer, then stopped when the girl's optics looked to the place where the shadow loomed. She glared with such intensity, as if know of the shadow's presence… but she then looked away, and proceeded to her companions. The shadow grinned, you, child, know I am here…
Knockout jumped back up, "You-will-pay for that!"
Lauren jumped in between them, "Enough of your pointless argumentation, we have a mission to complete that I guarantee will end with a combat scenario between autobots and decepticons. Save it for the on coming fight."
"Oh-ho-ho, I will," Knockout hissed.
"Like I said, KO, there is no 'we'," Ryler added.
Lauren was well-aware of the growing tension between them as they proceeded to the second level, which had proven to be some sort of a maze. Lauren stepped forward, when Knockout walked over to her, "How do you even know what you are doing, chi
TFP: Shrouded... (Chapter XXIV: Prisoners...)
Lauren stared at the prison orb, observing the altering hues, and pondering the number of ways she could try to free Optimus and Blaster… but each solution was leading to the same action, and action Rachet continued to stand against. Ryler had remained on-base since Optimus had needed him in the academic institution, and checked on Lauren too many times to count. As she was weighing the repercussions of her next action, he came in, and waited for her to acknowledge him. "Do you need something?"
"Just checkin' on ya, sis," Ryler replied. "Watcha doin'?"
"Weighing the outcome of my next action in all respect," she replied.
"Oh, like Rachet getting angry?" Ryler chuckled.
"No… that would not bother me as much as the risk of being trapped within the prison as well," Lauren sighed, she turned to her friend, "I'm entering the prison, be prepared to pull me away if you see that anything is wrong." She place both hands on the sphere, and ordered it to accept her mind. Next she found sight in a
TFP: Shrouded... (Chapter XXIII: Wear and Tear...)
The mech waited a good while before approaching Lauren as she was constructing a number of possible simulations for project Titan. She was entrenched in her work, as he approached her from behind, and he had been forewarned that she had somehow changed, but he wanted to see just what this 'change' was. "Firefly?"
"Stasrcream?" she replied, plainly, without turning from her work.
"Uhm… may I speak to you?" he asked.
Lauren finished typing in the last of the code for the scenario she was on, then turned in the chair where she sat, waiting for him to speak.
Starscream was taken aback… her optics were the color of darkened rubies, and she had no emotion in her expression. He had always seen his Firefly smiling, he was distraught to realize this was no longer the Firefly he knew… and had begun to care about-somewhat, "I-uhm…"
"Speak, Starscream," she ordered, coldly.
Starscream blinked, "Uh… how are you?"
"Status report? It is not due for an hour, and I was under the impression that I was t
TFP: Shrouded... (Chapter XXII: Happy Birthday...)With red optics, combined with a keen mind, Lauren sat with her legs folded, and her hands together, she meditated as Optimus had taught her. She was successful this time in touching the matrix with her mind. The small glass container she had been placed in was under some sort of scanner sending out a most annoying sound, similar to the noise of an electronic alarm clock.
Shockwave observed the human's strange control, noting the pulsing glow from the stone on her neck, then questioned, "Child, what is that on your neck?"
"A shard of the matrix of leadership," Lauren answered, maintaining her concentration.
"What is its function for you?" asked Shockwave.
"Maintaining the functionality of my optics," answered Lauren, "It somehow serves to control the energon fused within my blood."
Shockwave noted her cooperation, and her statement, before adjusting the scanner's frequency.
"Okay, Princess, that thing is starting to annoy even me-and I think it's gonna find me," whispered Blaster.
TFP: Shrouded... (Chapter XXI: The Change...)Optimus sat in the decepticon holding cell, holding Lauren in his right hand, and keeping himself sitting up with his left hand. Things had not gone as planned, but he had not completely expected Megatron to release Lauren, so he had made a plan anyway. They hadn't confiscated Lauren's bag either, which meant there was still a chance. Perhaps since Megatron intended to keep her, he believed she would need sustenance that the decepticons could not provide Optimus smiled, Megatron would be in for a surprise.
Lauren finally opened her optics, they flickered to life, and she sat up, "Optimus " she looked at him, then touched his hand, "We are as we were. I am human you should not have come, Optimus "
Optimus looked at her, for some reason her optics were red, "What I did was far from wise, but I did it knowing this: you are my responsibility, Lauren." He lifted her chin with his index servo, "And I was not going to allow you to suffer alone-for doing what you knew was
TFP: Shrouded... (Chapter XX: Shrouded...)
"M-Miss Courage?" Blaster asked, remaining on the counter in alt-mode. "May I talk to you-about Princess-about Lauren?"
Melissa turned from the boiling pasta on the stove, and stirred the meat sauce for the spaghetti, "Of course, Blaster, what is it?"
"Um I really-really care about Lauren," Blaster stated, "That's part of the reason that I wanted to stay here and make sure her family stayed safe."
"It's good to know she has some big 'bro-bots' like you five she cares about the five of you so much," Melissa replied. "And I'm grateful you stayed."
"Yeah-me too, but this is really weird," muttered Christopher, "So does Lauren walk around with a talking boom box?" he asked from the table.
"Uh-not exactly I kinda keep quiet," muttered Blaster, "But I'm ready to transform the second trouble finds us "
Melissa smiled, "Lauren mentioned how you saved her from Woods."
"Yeh-that guy is a total jerk," Blaster muttered, "but anyway I need to ask you, Miss C
PetalsThe grass tickled between her toes as her father toiled away with the roses by the letterbox. She watched his fingers weave between the thorns to pat the soil around each bush, humming to some John Lennon song she couldn't put a name to. Despite the sun just tipping the horizon, she saw sweat prickling his brow and his eyes squinting against the light. The fine lines on his face were suddenly accentuated by shadow, and for a moment, she swelled with wonder.
'Maria, come here,' he said, waving her over. 'You're not going to learn anything sitting all the way over there.'
Excitement sparked her limbs into motion, and she crawled over to sit next to him, careful to tuck her skirt beneath her thighs to avoid the dirt.
He picked up a pair of clippers from beside him. 'Now, you need to snipe back these diseased parts here and there from the base of the plant. It helps it grow better.'
Snipping off two pieces of wood with ease, he deposited them in Maria's outstretched hand. Their rough textu
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