She carried him till her arms were sore, farther than that, in fact. She carried Terrorsaur's-

DeathTrap, his name is DeathTrap. And I'm Skyesaber....

-body, flying back to the Axalon, hoping to Primus that the rest of the Maximals would trust her, and her motives, treacherous as they seemed, even to herself.

Seas of forests passed by silently as she sped to save the Predacon she held close to her chest, hoping a bit of her spark and his would be joined through his injuries....

Tears streamed off her face, from her aquamarine eyes, tears of strain, fear, pain, hope and love. She didn't dare sob; she knew that if she did, they would be uncontrollable and merciless.

The cobalt blue of the Axalon's hull blinked in the twilight, a beacon home, to Airazor, and a hope of healing for Terrorsaur.

Primus, she thought. Please let them understand.

Long ago and far away, the crimson Predacon was swiftly typing at a computer, fingers so quick they seemed autonomous of their owner's heed. He wore a comm-headset, which hung around his neck loosely, its need having been served for now.

But he reached for the mike at its tip, licked his lips and spoke into it, quietly.

"DeathTrap to Locuthis, come in," he said.

"Locuthis here. Report, D.T." It squawked in answer.

"I've found the orders of the Axalon Mission. Downloading now."

"Good. When you've finished there, report to Outpost LF-167, and send them straight to Megatron. He'll send your pay and if any, further orders." Locuthis whispered into his own comm.

"Right. Agent D.T. out. Over."

The smoky interior was dark and smelly, even rank to DeathTrap's senses. The t'bacc and nic'i'tain smokers sat languidly on relaxation couches, a bevy of controlled substances at hand, or a pitcher of imported Earth-wine to sample, if any.

He sat again at a comm terminal, switched on the modem and connected the disk. He downloaded files onto it to the reader.

A list of computer code flashed on the screen for a second before disappearing, and becoming a message-compose screen. DeathTrap typed, FILES ACQUIRED. attachment:12_#$_34_AMOPCHRXRT+protoforms-innumerated. and pressed the scan/encrypt/send command on the screen.

Dusting his hands against one another, he scooted out of his chair quickly, colliding with someone behind him. A cup of drink spilled on him.

He raised his shoulders to look at the mess, and stood up to look at the fool who--

The female before him was starkly beautiful, and he was dumbstruck with awe. He wiped his forehead and his face, hoping to wipe the surprised look off it, to no avail.

"Oh, Primus," she apologized. "I'm ever so sorry, Mr. uh...."

"DeathTrap." He heard himself mutter "And pray don't mention it."

"Oh, that's nice of you, but I'm sorry anyway. I know, I'll pay for the next R-chamber visit you make, Mr. DeathTrap," She said, admonishing herself in front of him.

"No please, allow me to buy you a replacement drink for the one I spilled, miss...?" He said, suggesting she give her name as he had given his.

"Skyesaber, and I'm sorry again, but that was a 'to go' drink. I like their imported wine," she said. "But I never really liked the atmosphere of this place, I'm sorry to say."

"That's perfectly fine with me," he replied with a winning smile.

"Perhaps some other time, then?"

"That would be wonderful. I'm sorry again, sir." Skyesaber pleaded.

"Please, just DeathTrap will do, and none of this 'sir' business. I'm not important enough to warrant being called sir by such a fine lady as yourself." He corrected her. She blushed at his compliment, a fist to her chest.

"Oh, thank you..." She practically cooed, her voice was husky and sultry, but feminine nonetheless. DeathTrap just nodded and held the door for her when she got to the door, watched her as she left, and went his own way. This had been more than just a profitable day, but an interesting one, too....

Airazor set down, pressing the call button for the lift into the bay of the Axalon, and set Terrorsaur's body on it as it thumped to the soil. She knelt by him as it rose once more into the stomach of the Maximal base, where the R-camber's waited, as well as her comrades who would want a dire explanation....