Code of Honour (G1)

Chapter 18 - Detection

Author notes: Hi everyone, chapter 18 is finally up at long last! Sorry this took so long, life got in the way with a huge Writer’s Block, starting work, a new martial art and other family stuff; that and I lost access to my account which I couldn't even comment on. But, I'm happy with how this now so without any further ado, here's the next chapter. Hope you enjoy ^^!

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"Text" spoken dialogue

'text' bond speech or unspoken thoughts

::Text:: Comm speech

:://Text//:: Private Comm speech

Time conversions:

Astrosecond = 0.498 seconds

Breem = 8.3 minutes

Joor = 1 hour

Cycle = 1 Day

Solar Cycle = 1 year

Vorn = 83 years

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers or its characters. Transformers is the property of Hasbro, and are not my intellectual property. There is no financial gain made from this nor will any be sought. This is for entertainment purposes only.

Original character, Shadeweaver, belongs to me

The Seeker Code of Honour

~Motto: Protect what is yours and respect what is ours~

1. Never offline trine member(s) without a valid reason

2. Never offline or harm kin, sparklings/younglings or bonded in our midst

3. Always respect our needs for open spaces and thirst for flight

4. Always be mindful of our winged frames; never knowingly harm them out of malice

5. Be ready to protect your peers and judge those who dare to disregard Seeker Code of Honour

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Chapter 18 - Detection

Writhing in pain, she gingerly worked her digits as she tried and failed to prise his iron grip from her sensitive neck cables. Crimson and horribly familiar optics boring into her own, she choked and gagged as she could feel her vocaliser beginning to strain under the pressure. Fear overcame her as she realised this was it; she was going to die and there was nothing she could do about it. 'Coward,' and a searing abdominal pain were the last things she registered before the scene dissolved into nothingness.

She cried out, sitting bolt upright as her vents cycled into overdrive. She put her faceplates in her servos, recalling the horrendous events clearly in her CPU. She thought they had stopped, but now they were back with a vengeance with the third night in a row that her recharge had been disturbed. Each instance also seemed to be steadily growing in intensity with the sensation on her neck cables still apparent. After dabbing the condensation from her faceplates with a cloth, she then quietly left the berthroom, allowing her Trinemates to sleep on.

Sinking into a seat once she reached the quiet rec-room, she let out a long defeated vent through her servos. She had thought the walk and the change in scenery would ease the awful images from her CPU, and overall feeling of exhaustion; it did anything but. In fact, in her own stupor, the Femme hadn't even noticed the lone Mech already leaning against the window sill, his optics following her from afar. Drawing out a tumbler of energon and datapad to preoccupy herself with, she blinked as a tumbler of rich-blue liquid appeared of her with a deliberate tock on the table.