Post by Amura on Aug 4, 2020 3:33:41 GMT
Amura thrashed and cried out until the stasis cuff slapped around her wrists, her movements coming to a halt. Though her clawed digits twitched ever so slightly she was unable to move the rest of her form. The femme cringed at the smell of spilt energon. She didn’t need a working pair of optics to know she had done a number on him, and had she been willing to fight sooner she would’ve done worse. Though she couldn’t find much room in her spark for sympathy at the moment. This mech planned to take her Primus knows where, she was just lucky that he hadn’t harmed her, shockingly he had kept his word. Her HUD gave no indications of major injuries, only minor scrapes. Her face contorted to a look between anger and disgust, her expression hidden under her visor.
“I’m fine.” She answered. Her tone was low as she continued to try and move to no avail. “You say it’s not personal, but it is isn’t? You wanted to hurt me but couldn’t. I could feel that radiating off you. You wanted to give me something to cry about.” Her voice rose a bit as her claws twitched. “But I’m no weakling.”
Fear quickly set in as she slowly came to the realization that she was at this mech’s mercy. If he wanted to hurt her now, he could. And he would. Closing her optics she tried her best to remain calm. This mech said “friends” were looking for her, but not any that she knew. Curiosity creeped into her mind. Just who in Primus’ name would work this hard to acquire her?
“These bots that want me, who are they?” Amura asked. As curious as she was she still dreaded the answer. With her barely functioning claw she carved a small ‘x’ on the floor. When this was over a Wheeler would need all the leads he could get to find her again.
::Scatharin. Do you have my bounty?:: The voice of a mech would ask calmly over the hopeknaughts comm link. In an old abandoned lab a dark green mech waited impatiently for his prize, his creation, his Frankenstein. ::And she better not be harmed.::
“I’m fine.” She answered. Her tone was low as she continued to try and move to no avail. “You say it’s not personal, but it is isn’t? You wanted to hurt me but couldn’t. I could feel that radiating off you. You wanted to give me something to cry about.” Her voice rose a bit as her claws twitched. “But I’m no weakling.”
Fear quickly set in as she slowly came to the realization that she was at this mech’s mercy. If he wanted to hurt her now, he could. And he would. Closing her optics she tried her best to remain calm. This mech said “friends” were looking for her, but not any that she knew. Curiosity creeped into her mind. Just who in Primus’ name would work this hard to acquire her?
“These bots that want me, who are they?” Amura asked. As curious as she was she still dreaded the answer. With her barely functioning claw she carved a small ‘x’ on the floor. When this was over a Wheeler would need all the leads he could get to find her again.
::Scatharin. Do you have my bounty?:: The voice of a mech would ask calmly over the hopeknaughts comm link. In an old abandoned lab a dark green mech waited impatiently for his prize, his creation, his Frankenstein. ::And she better not be harmed.::