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Chapter 4: Yes, We Have No Commisions!
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"Ignatz, you dolt!", yelled the Predacon scientist as she and the engineer walked down the corridor. "Stop stepping on my heels!!"
"Heels??" The large dimwitted engineer, asked.
"Tendrils, heels, whatever!! It's annoying!!" the slender scientist replied.
"Sorry." apologized Ignatz as he sped up and began walking at the scientist's side. "I was just fooling around."
"Gah, don't go crying now. Let's make a deal.", proposed the scientist as she extended a tendril toward the engineer, "Let's just stick to picking on other cons and laughing at them. Teamwork, Ok?"
"O K!", agreed Ignatz as he grabbed the female Predacon's extended tendril with both hands. He shook it over and over as hard as he could.
The femme jumbled about and became dizzy, "Alright alright, enough!! I feel like we're on one of the Arcotrons!! How did you get to be an engineer anyway?"
Ignatz released the scientist and replied, "When I got on the ship that big purple guy asked for someone to volunteer as an engineer."
"Purple guy?", asked the femme, "You mean Megatron?"
"Yeah!", replied the engineer.
"And he just gave it to you?? Like that???"
"Yeah! See this nifty symbol He gave me??", Ignatz pointed to the Chief Engineer symbol on his chest.
"Wasn't there anyone else around at the time?", inquired the Predacon scientist.
"Just these three short Preds. But they were too busy smacking each other around and poking each others eyes out.", replied Ignatz.
The scientist looked shocked, "And they said nothing about being engineers?"
Ignatz thought hard for a second then replied, "Well yeah! One of them did! But all he said was, 'Nyuk nyuk nyuk' and 'Woo woo woo' I think they were speaking another language. Thats why Megatron assigned them as linguists."
"Oh by the pit! Decades I trianed myself with the arts of science! Years after I'm constantly overlooked, and have many of my applications thrown away with out a second glance, then finally I'm asked to join this crew for the Predacon's greater cause! All of this just to find out that the elite got their commisions on a first-come-first-serve basis??", the multi-appendaged scientist complained. She looked up at Ignatz and the blank stare on his face. "Our fates are surely sealed."
Suddenly a power conduit exploded and collpased the corridor on top of them. fallen glass, metal and hydrolic fluids covered the hallway. The Predacon scientist got up and brushed herself off. She looked around for Ignatz and found him buried under several support beams.
"Ignatz?", the femme called out, "Ignatz!!"
She waited for a reply, but got nothing, "Well thats just great! He's out cold!"
All of a sudden the walls on one side of the hall began to expand outward, from the corridor like bubbles.
"Alert!! Alert!!", called a voice over the com system. "All Predacons on deck 15 section 11, evacuate area to safety doors! Hull breech is...*" The speakers crackled and blew out.
"Hull breech?? It must be the sun!!", the Predacon female thought. "Megatron said we'd be travling right next to a sun to hide ourselves from scanning sensors and recons. I told that grape Pred the shields wouldn't hold! If that wall rips open, the sun will vaporize everthing on this deck! I've got to dig Ignatz out! But if I do there may not be enough time to make it to safety!
What do you do now?
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