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Chapter 14: Colour The Shape
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At Amamark 6, Red Convoy looked at the leveled command center. He recalled a time he had spent as a young bot on Earth, and his father had taken him to here. Convoy turned around to face to Baja, "Where is the other survivor?"
"Right here, big red." A soft voice came from behind him. He turned his big red body in time to see a small feminine shaped transformer strut past him. She shaking her robohips at him. Red Convoy admired her for a minute, checking out the predacon female. The female must've understood what was going through this circuits when she said, "Done let it run through your circuits all at once, you haven't seen nothing yet."
"Indeed," Said Red.
"Oh, save it. You Convoy's are all the same." The she-bot said, "Now let's get down to business, Baja, since you decided to drag bolts-for-brains here."
Baja seemed unimpressed with the females attitude, "We don't have a choice, Megatron has leveled the base and something has called the other transformers off planet."
"Called off planet? Could that be about the Iva conflict near the Alpha Destron sector?" Sandstrike asked, walking into the shattered room, crunching ceiling plates beneath him.
"Oh, I do like it when they know they're politics, " said the she-bot.
"I don't think we've been properly introduced," Sandstrike said, "I am Sandstrike."
"I am CDP Colour ," she said, "formerly runner of this base. Until Megajerk decided to crash the party."
Red Convoy looked at the conversation from a distance and thought. Then said to Colour, "CDP? Command Defense Professional?"
"Yeah, I didn't want the title Prime, okay? It's time us females got a little recognition instead of living under the testosterone rule of you warmongers." Colour stammered.
"Okay, enough, we need to get to the Alpha Destron sector." Sandstrike said. "Is there any way there?"
"You could fly there on, fire boy's ego." Colour said, making another wise crack on Red Convoy. Primor laughed hysterically, his CPU not even fully processing the pun. "I've got a functional shuttle in a hidden base under the ocean."
What do you do now?
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