The Web of Love

One ordinary day, unremarkable, quiet, Ciara was sitting in her charging compartment. With her hands behind her head, lying on the platform, Femka stared thoughtfully at the ceiling while her battery was charging. A strong warrior needs to keep herself in shape. Although, the thoughts of the Cybertronian beauty were not at all about training or missions, but about the stately and stern Decepticon. - * Ciara, please come into my compartment* - the slightly hoarse and rude voice of the lord of the des was heard on the comlink at Cixi. - * okay, my Lord* - the transformer girl replied, hurriedly getting up from a comfortable place, disconnecting the cable. Well... As people say, remember the devil... Metal heels clattered loudly on the floor, echoing between the walls of the empty corridor. The slender body shone with highlights from bright but rare lamps. Do evil guys really like dark colors so corny? Or have they not heard of the cliche "kind - white, evil - black"? Megatron's sister did not like to read too much, but she had to study Earth culture on the instructions of her brother. Music and movies were much easier for her. Science and history flew away immediately, passing by the disgruntled femochka's facebook page. And yet the darkness attracted the heroine, in it the dark soul was calm, as if she was in her element. And so, the doors leading to the central hall screeched apart. A tall girl stepped into the light, indifferently looking with eyepieces at the one who was sitting on the throne. - Did you call?- coldly, but with cunning notes, the warrior asked, examining her brother's native face. - Yes, you saw the red fur, didn't you? Lord Megatron spoke softly, measured, without taking his red eyes off the newcomer. - Well, yes, but what is it? - well, first of all, his name is Knockout, he's a medic, and secondly, you could use a little patching up. - of course, whatever you say. - so, go to the infirmary and ask him about... - Okay, is there anything else? - Don't interrupt! Ahem...You can go now. That's it? Is that why he called her? Huh, expectations were not met, however, Fema did not show it outwardly, slowly, walking away from the hip. Megatron looked after her curiously and with some kind of incomprehensible light. But he just wanted to see her again. Beauty. * in the infirmary* - A Knockout? The leader's sister asked proudly with arrogance, lifting her head, going to the doctor. - Yes, what is it... Hello, madam. He made a slight bow towards Fem. He smelled of hypocrisy, and also the fact that he was ready to wallow in order to save his skin. This flattered the girl. - Ugh, let's not have any foreplay, we can just Cixi. - Okay, well, I think you know my name, so why did you come? - can you patch it up and polish it? - of course, lie down on the platform. Yes, the bot was slightly taken aback at the sight of a high-ranking fem, which occupied the second step in their hierarchy. But I was pleased with the fact that the beauty turned out to be much simpler than her brother. At first sight. Ciara lay down on the platform, and Knockout got down to business. I must say that the medic did his job perfectly, polishing and sealing wounds and unbearable scratches with jeweler's painstaking care. - so you're really Lord Megatron's sister? - the scarlet fur gave a small voice again, without distracting himself from his lesson. - Agas, - the interlocutor answered indifferently, looking at the ceiling with emptiness in the eyepieces. - and why did you arrive only now? - Megatron sent me to a safer place than Nemesis. - yes. Our lord is very prudent towards those dear to him... things. What happened since you're here? - The Autobots shot down my ship, but I escaped in an escape pod. - and you - are not a blunder. Listen, what kind of transport do you have? - fighter jet and.. - And? Do you have two of them?! The Knockout was shocked to say the least, because this is almost impossible. He looked at fem dumbfounded, as if he didn't believe that he was looking at a live transformer. - well, yes, I can transform into both a car and a fighter jet, - the Decepticon proudly continued the dialogue, not feeling much interest in the mech and its questions. - I've never seen or heard of such a thing... You are a real miracle of nature, my dear. - Thank you, I know that. - so, have you already chosen a car? - no, but I want something like a Lamborghini or whatever it is?.. - not a bad choice. But if you can't make up your mind, call me. I know a lot about Earth cars~ *a little later* - Ciara, have you already chosen your transport? - Megatron asked with some interest, sitting on his majestic throne. - I choose, my Lord, - Ciara replied, flipping through the datapad for the hundredth time, pedantically examining the brands of human transport.. - you look great... Come closer. I want to get a better look at you... The Decepticon clearly liked the polishing and a little painting, since the seasoned color had already faded and was not bright, but paler. - thank you, you look great too. A joke) Huh, I know I'm a goddess. To match my brother~ Megatron's faceplate was beaming with a grin, he squinted his eyepieces, catching himself thinking that his sister was very suitable for the faction. - my lord, the maiden continued, finally turning off the tired mechanism, - if you don't mind, then Knockout and I will go for a walk, investigate the area, and also choose a car for me. - Okay, go ahead.