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Chapter 4: Skydive
Rating: PG
“Oomph!” The autodog turned the
corner in the library, slamming dead center into a large weight on
the other side. His books dropping from his servos at the unexpected
collision, the blue mech blushed lightly in embarrassment; stooping
quickly to gather his fallen items. “I....I am so sorry, sir,”
Skydive stuttered.
He saw a green servo reach down within
his line of sight, picking up one of his books. “'The Command of
the Air?',” rumbled a deep voice questioningly. Skydive
straightened up quickly, his blush deepening across his cheekplates.
A yellow visor flashed as the kittycon stared down at the shih tzu.
“Aren't you a little.... young... to be reading something like
this? Or those for that matter?”
Skydive glanced quickly down at the
books he had gathered in his arms once again; thick heavy tomes,
dusty from being unopened for so long, rich with military history and
strategies. Though a very unusual and difficult read at times, the
autodog found each of his choices enjoyable and couldn't help but to
feel almost defensive as this stranger quietly studied him. “Yes,
well,” the blue mech replied, pursing his lip components slightly
as he politely held out his servo to get the book back from the
serval. “I find the material quite fascinating and a beneficial
learning platform, no matter the age of the reader.”
The older mech had the audacity to
smirk at the autodog, handing over the other book. “Is that so?,”
he said, his tone almost taunting. “How old are you anyhow?”
“I, umm....” Skydive almost dropped
the book he received from the serval, caught off-guard by the
inquiry. Getting shy again, the shih tzu lowered his optics, trying
to avoid looking up at the mysterious 'bot. “I am seventeen stellar
cycles, sir. I graduate shortly and will be attending Iacon Academy
this fall.”
“Really now?” The kittycon's smirk
grew an inch. “I don't believe I asked you about your school.”
“No... but I had presumed that might
be your next question,” the younger mech returned smartly. Rumbling
in understanding, the stranger held out his servo for Skydive, his
entire demeanor growing a tad warmer.
“Onslaught,” he introduced himself,
as the autodog shyly grasped his larger fingers.
“Sky....Skydive, sir,” the shih tzu
mumbled back. His gaze dropped again, his servo flashing back to
cradle his stack of books once the kittycon had released it. This
time he could not help the burning he felt on his face, or the fact
that he was suddenly a lot more self-conscious. The urge to fidget
with his glasses was a hard one to ignore.
“Well, Skydive,” Onslaught said,
crossing his thick arms behind his back struts. “I hope you have a
good time reading up on some important history, and best of luck with
your enrollment into Iacon Academy. Have a good day.”
With a slight inclination of his helm,
the serval turned about face and walked off silently, leaving a young
autodog to fret confusedly over the sudden pulsing of his spark.
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