Dragon Megatron sank back in his chair, massaging his forehead. Finally,
he thinks to himself, they are all gone. The morons, how much time will it
take before someone bumbles a simple patrol and come screaming for me? He
lets out a sigh, something he never dares let anyone see. From a
compartment on the side of his chair, he pulls out a little rubber duck.
Dragon Megatron gives the small toy a short squeeze. The duck protests with
a meek "Sqeek." Grinning he looks at the duck and says, " Come duckie, time
for a soak in the cr hot tub. Yeess." He activates his chair, putting it
into motion, guiding it to the corridor to the cr room. At the entrance of
the corridor he stops the chair and steps down onto the walkway. He was
looking forward to this, privacy, a rarity in command.
He walks on, his optics scanning the area in front of him. Odd, he thinks.
A small piece of armor could be seen, laying just beyond the entrance of the
archway. DM steps closer, bends, picking it up, and turned it over,
examining it closer. Those lazy fools! How many times have I told them
to......, he sighs and leaves the thought hanging. He was about to throw
the armor to the side when looking again, he saw more and more armor. His
optics followed the line of armor, leading into the room. Soft light bathed
the entranceway of the cr room, and if his audios weren't mistaken, the
sounds of splashing could be heard. Odd, indeed. Cautiously he moves to
the doorway, and enters quietly.
Dragon Megatron, even in all his years of battle, he was not quite prepared
for the site that was before him. His optics seemed to take a life of their
own as they traveled along the length of the tub, but more importantly the
occupant in the tub. Her fiery red hair was pulled up off her neck, her
optics dim and her mouth smiling in pleasure. She had one leg propped up on
the edge of the tub, while she gently let droplets of lubricant from a
sponge drizzle along her chest and arms. He could do nothing but gape, and
in his astonishment he drops his rubber duck.
He quickly regains his composure and decides to handle this situation most
promptly. As he steps forward, his presence is made quite loudly by the
protesting sound of a squashed rubber duckie. "Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!" He
looks down at the squashed rubber duck beneath his foot, then at the
surprised beauty in the tub. She had quickly grabbed the nearest towel and
had covered most of her top half, while the tub hid the rest from view.
She looks at him, her optics reflecting her amusement at seeing the great
Megatron caught off guard. In a sultry voice, hinting a bit of sarcasm, she
says "Oooh. You must be happy to see me." He raises his left hand, he
powers up his ice beam, pointing at her. "And is this how you greet your
leader?" he says, "Stand at attention!"
"As you wish O great one!" In one fluid motion she drops her towel as she
rises to her feet. DM can only stand and gape at this ravishing beauty.
She watches his expression carefully, realizing that she has caught her
leader off guard. This could be fun. She lets a smile tug at the corners
of her mouth. Stepping lithely out of the cr tub, she crosses the short
distance between her and DM. Darefully she reaches out and pushes his
dragonhead down and away. Her optics sparkle as she looks him in the
optics, then lets her optics travel the length of his long body. She then
sees the duckie still pinned underneath DM's foot. Bending at the waist,
she slowly runs a finger across the length of his foot. "My, what a long
foot you have!" she exclaims as she begins to tug at the trapped duckie.
And I wonder if the that old saying is true, big feet
equals...............hmmm.
DM weapons hand powers down and he tilts his head slightly to one side,
watching this troop member of his. He meets her look and then watches as
she bends at the waist. He studies her lines, the way her breasts dangle,
the fold of her wings, to her smooth rear. He shifts slightly to reach out
to stroke the smoothness of her back when a loud SQUEEK interrupt his
thoughts. Looking down, he sees her tugging at the duckie beneath his foot.
He picks his foot up as she is giving a big tug, and watches as she rocks
backwards, duckie in hand, landing on her rear. He gives a short deep bass
laugh.
At first her face begins to cloud over with angry embarrassment. She
clenches her hands tightly, and a protesting squeek emits from one of her
fists. Looking first at DM, then the duckie, her expression changes to a
wicked grin. She stands back on her feet, and begins to toss the little
rubber duckie up in the air, catching it, then tossing it up in the air
again. "You know I have all ways wanted to play with this little toy of
yours. I just can't understand why you want to be soo selfish in sharing
it."
DM watches the duckie being tossed in the air for a moment, then lets his
optics rest on her. Without a word he begins to power up the weapons hand,
but she is quicker. From a sub-space compartment a short little dagger
appears in her hand. She smiles wickedly while shaking her head.
"Uh, uhhhh. One more move and the duckie gets it." She puts the point of
the dagger against the neck of the duckie and gives the duck a meaning full
squeeze. "Squeek!" She looks at the duck and back at the DM. "You see,
the duckie agrees, power down oh great leader!"
DM gives another short laugh. Very well, I will play her little game. He
powers down the weapon and lowers the hand to his side. The femme watches
him and lets a little smile play on the corners of her mouth. "Well now,"
she says, giving the duckie another squeeze, "that's more like it."
She glances towards the cr tub and back at DM. Her optics twinkle again as
she begins to lightly sidesteps towards the tub. DM begins to take a step
towards her, but she shakes her head and presses the dagger against the
little duckie again. Treacherous, little......... he thinks to himself, and
quite imaginative at that. This should prove to be quite interesting,
indeed. He stops in his tracks and waits for her to initiate the next move.
Not sure if he will continue in this little game of hers, she moves a
little bit quicker to the tub. Never turning her back, she steps up into
the tub. The warm lubricant swirls around her the highest portion of her
calves. "Now," she says, pressing the dagger against the duck "Let's talk
ransom."
His optics narrow thoughtfully as a smile forms at his mouth. He is
enjoying this game of cat and mouse, and for now he is willing to let her
think she has won her catch. DM opens his mouth to let out a laugh, until
he sees the dagger pressed dangerously close to the duckie. One hard move
and the little toy would be punctured, ruined for any sort of bathing fun.
He frowns slightly as he begins to run the various scenarios through his
mind. It wasn't a secret that the duckie was his, and that it was
irreplaceable on this hell bound planet. Yet, here was the great Megatron,
held at bay, all because of a toy. I suppose every leader must have a
weakness. "Very well, and what do you propose the exchange would be? Hmm?
A new weapons perhaps, or maybe an advancement in ranks? Or would you
prefer a troop all to yourself, Inferno would follow your every command."
The femme looks at him, and scoffs. " A new weapon, well we can talk about
that later, and as far as Inferno, I'd no sooner want that babbling idiot as
you would. What I want, " she says as she points the tip of the dagger at
him, " what I want, is your armor. Piece by piece." She smiles
triumphantly as she watches the expression on DM's face move from masked
intentions to being completely surprised. It was the only way she knew, she
had to keep throwing him off guard. Her disobedience for not going out on
patrol would earn her a sizeable punishment, and right now she didn't need
to let him get an upper hand at all.
From a subspace compartment she pulls an energon bond, and in one motion
she tosses the bond towards DM. The bond lands around DM's left hand, the
dragon hand. The bond tightens as DM stands looking down at it in shocked
surprise. "What is the meaning of this!" DM roars in an angry voice. She
looks at him, her expression carefully schooled to reflect a calmness she
did not feel. In a soft voice, "Surely, I couldn't let you shoot me now,
before my plan is completed. Drop your armor. All of it. All but your cod
piece." Then she says in a seductive purr, "Then, you may join me here in
the tub." She sits down on the rim of the long edge of the tub, her optics
watching him. "Well," she says "are you or are you not going to strip?"
He watches her sit, and a slow grin spreads across his face. He had
underestimated this femme. He wordlessly reaches up and slips off the arm
plates, never taking his optics off her. With deliberate slowness, he
reaches down and flicks off the protective leg coverings. Standing back up,
reaches up across to the left shoulder, fingers searching for the clip
holding the chest plate. With an audible click, the chest plate swings
downward, hanging loosely off his right shoulder. He grins back at her as
he notices her smugly watching how he handles taking off his armor one
handed. He could also see how incredibly turned on she was getting. Her
smooth breasts, appeared perky, and she seemed to shift just a bit, as if
suddenly trying to find a comfortable position. His optics drinks in every
inch of her body. It had been some time since he had any tension relief,
and this femme wasn't making matters any better at the moment. Already he
could feel his member begin to respond to this bot's teasing manner. DM
begins to step towards the tub with slow deliberate steps. "I have done
what you asked," he says taking another step towards the tub. "Why don't
you just put that sweet little dagger of yours away, I am sure we can
negotiate without much violence." He continues to move forward watching her
optics and her hands.
She grins at him, and shakes her head. "Very well then!" DM replies
forcefully. In lightening movement he rushes at her, using his bound hand
to knock the dagger from her hand. Their bodies collide together with such
force that he sends them both landing heavily in the cr tub. She is knocked
beneath the surface of the lubricant and feels the first twinges of panic.
She is pinned beneath him, the duckie crushed between their bodies. DM
wraps his arms around her and sits back, pulling her up out of the liquid.
She coughs and sputters for a moment as her mind races, realizing that he
has just gained control of the situation. The femme quickly regains her
composure and looks up into his dark optics. She smiles coyly at him, as
he looks down at her.
DM holds her lightly in his arms as he looks down on this brave femme.
True, she had been his creation, but for some reason he never really paid
that much attention to her. His optics rest on her face. Yes, he had truly
underestimated this one. Clever, this one, using seduction to avoid the
obvious punishment she should receive for not obeying my orders. Not to
worry, he thought as a slow grin begins to spread across his face, there are
other forms of punishment. Yess! He begins to pull her close to him, when
a watery squeek sounds between their bodies. The squeek was all she needed
and she slipped out of his embrace, moving back a little bit. There wasn't
much room in the cr tub, so every inch she got, the better.
She leans back against the tub, drawing her wings in tight to her body for
a moment. She pulls one leg up close to her body and lets her armrest
across its bent knee. Looking down at her hand she notices the duckie still
within her grasp. His voice draws her optics to his face. "So what now hmm
femme?" he says coolly. "It seems you have what you want, or is there
more?" The last sentence coming out more as a statement than a question.
She gives the poor bath toy a squeeze, watching liquid drip out of its
squeaker valve. With a shrug, she tosses the toy lightly at DM, watching it
bounce off his forehead. The duckie plops back into the liquid, a bit off
centered, floating sideways. His optics flicker his amusement as he looks
at her face. He sits up and leans forward on his knees, closing the slight
space between them. He places his arms on either side of her shoulders,
bracing himself up, his hands resting on the edge of the tub. He looks
down at her, admiring her fiery red mane, the rise and fall of her chest and
the smoothness of her shoulders. He leans close to her audios, "It seems
that I have you now my dear."
She looks up at him, studying the firm features of his face. Her mouth
grins wickedly as she snakes one arm up around the back of his neck. Her
face takes on a lock of mock fear as she says in a voice dripping with
sarcasm, "Oh... please... stop... I can't believe ... I.. could have been
sooooooo careless. Whatever will I do now!"
A deep chuckle sounds through his chest as he looks down on this beauty.
He presses closer, and snakes his tongue out, licking lightly up her neck.
With his fingered hand he takes a handful of mane and pulls her head back,
exposing her throat. DM grins at the sharp intake of air by the femme, and
feels a jolt of electric sensuality course through him. He leans close to
her exposed throat nipping lightly on her neck. "Yes, my dear, you have
been careless" he says softly. "In fact, I should punish you. What better
punishment would be fitting than to assign you to a patrol with Inferno and
Waspinator."
For a moment the femme continued to lay back enjoying the touch of his
tongue and lips upon her neck. She could feel shivers running down her
spine. His voice is her weakness, as she lies there listening to his deep
bass voice. Then it hits her, what those words were meaning. She jerks her
head free from his grip, as her optics flare, "You'll do what! Oh, well, I
see, punishment isn't enough! Oh no! Its torture, and an insult!" She
shoves him back, and struggles to rise from the tub, her feet entangled
between his knees. Her voice is low and deadly, "Placing me with those
idiots! They can't even carry on an intelligent conversation." She
manages to turn slightly and grasp the edge of the tub.
DM's optics widen in surprise for a moment and then narrow. He most
defiantly had underestimated her. He reaches and grasps her by the arm and
pulls him back to him, wrapping his still bound dragon head hand around her
chest. Her reaction is lightening quick, her hands gripping at his arms,
energon tipped claws digging deep into his metal skin. He keeps his voice
cool and tight, beads of coolant beginning to surface on his brow. "My
dear, I would let go. You do forget that I am your commander, and you did
disobey a direct order."
"And you," she says coldly "and you, you made me what I am. Then you
forgot about me, using me for nothing more than a lackey! And you expect me
to be obedient! Ha!" She clenches her fingers slightly, feeling them
deepen their grip, "Let me go! You don't even know what you got!"
He runs her accusations through his mind, wondering how in hell did she
manage to make it sound like it was his fault for her disobedience. He
holds her, his face close to her mane of fiery red hair. Her scent is
intoxicating. His hand runs down, the length of her arm to rest on top of
her hand. With extreme gentleness he begins to slowly loosen her claws from
his arm. He could feel the rise and fall of her chest. Slowly he begins to
loosen his hold on her body. His mind races quickly trying to find a way to
abate the savage storm brewing within her.
She breathes deeply, bringing her fiery temper back into check. She digs
her claws into his metal skin with an unspoken warning. She retracts her
claws slowly, letting the tips scrape across the length of his arm. She
then gives her shoulders a quick jerk, breaking what hold he had left on
her. As she begins to step out, she feels his hand grab hers. She stops,
looking back over her shoulder. Amusement flickers through her optics, as
her mouth twitches into a smile. "Now, this is much more my style," she
says down to the kneeling form of DM.
A low growl rumbles through his massive frame. His optics flare, her
statement igniting his anger. He gives her arm a jerk, causing her to lose
her balance and fall into his arms. Moving before she can react, he pins
her to the side of the tub. He secures her arms to her sides by the sheer
force of his body. "Be still!" he commands to the struggling femme. His
optics meet hers before bending close to her neck. He bites at her, feeling
the tension in his body tighten. He lips hover on her skin, her scent
driving his need for relief. "I grow weary of this game of yours," his says
in a deep voice. His breath quickens as he leans in to kiss her neck. He
can feel shivers running through her. Pulling back, he carefully smoothes
the smile from his lips before leaning in to nibble more.
Her fists clench and unclench sporadically. "Let me go," she growls
through clenched teeth. She jerks her body this way and that, trying to
free of herself. Her senses in a whirl as his voice vibrates on her metal
skin. She ceases her struggling, not because of his command, but to buy
time until she regain control. Letting her head tilt to one side and down
she is able to look between their bodies. Focusing on the top of his waist,
she follows his line of muscles downward.
"Ahhh.."She gasps as he continues to kiss along her neck music to his
audios. She looks up and sees him smiling. She pushes her left shoulder
into him slightly as she extends her claws. Then in one delicate motion she
flicks one finger upwards. An audible click is heard.
He feels her press into him and nearly cries out in triumph, until he
hears a click come from between their forms. DM lifts his head to look her
in the face. His optics widen in surprise to see the expression on her
face. He looks to her and then down to the now loosely hanging codpiece.
To cover his shock, he gives a challenging look. "Well, its halfway off.
What now, my dear?" DM then steps back and lifts his hands from her.
She looks at him, smiling as she sees the tip of his erect rod twitching at
the corner of his codpiece. Wordlessly she leans up against him. One hand
runs up his well-sculpted chest as the other hand strokes his cheek to chin.
She leans closer, pushing him back against his edge of the tub. She touches
his lips with a forefinger, before drawing her hand back. With a sadistic
grin she extends her claws, never taking her optics off his face. She
reaches down and severs the remaining latch to his codpiece. A small splash
is heard as the codpiece lands in the fluids of the tub. Slowly she runs
her hand back up the length of his thigh edging inwards, claws barely
brushing his very erect rod. Her hands glide across his shoulders,
massaging him, taking in his well-defined lines. She watches his face as
his optics power down. She leans closer, her breasts brushing up against
his chest. She begins placing soft feathery kisses along his shoulders.
Working her way up she alternates between kisses and light licks, as her
hands continue to travel southward down his body. Her hands work the areas
of his thighs, traveling inward, coming near the pole, brushing but never
fully touching.
A low moan escapes his lips as he entwines his fingers in her fiery red
mane. Her hands are sensual torture on his metal skin. He clenches his
teeth together as she begins to place kisses along his chest. He groans
again, giving her head push, indicating the need for more than just feathery
kisses. He hears her give a chuckle, resisting his push. He feels her lips
move close to his rod and lets out a moan of anticipation. The tightening
in his interface is nearly unbearable. He lets his head fall back, his
breath in jagged rasps. He feels her kisses move closer, even as her hands
continue to massage along his thighs. Without warning he feels her take his
swollen rod into the depths of her mouth. He gives a hard cry as he feels
her tongue work along the length of his shaft. Her hands working in unison
to the motion of her mouth. He bucks his hips up, wanting to bury his rod
deep into her mouth. His fingers clench and unclench spasmodically as he
feels the pressure building from deep within. He feels her mouth pull off
his swollen member as her hands continue their ministrations. It is more
than he can bear and with animalistic cry he explodes, cum splattering on
her face and chest.
She pumps his rod a few more times and watches as he begins to go limp in
her hands. An amused smirk crosses her face. She looks from the now limp
rod to his face and leans in close to his audios, "Oh, you're done," she
leers at him "Ain't that a bitch!" She then reaches out and traces a slow
line with her finger down his chest, before leaning back leisurely on her
edge of the tub.
He sits there panting, optics powered down to save himself from the
threatening vertigo if he should visually focus on anything. The
overpowering orgasm left him momentarily spent, his mind fighting its way
through the haze to find control for his body. A low moan escapes his lips.
His mind slowly begins to register her taunting words. DM's optics power
back up, looking at her with a rekindled flame. He lets his hands slip
beneath the surface of the rolling liquid. He tilts his head back feigning
relaxation, all the while working the bond free from the bound dragonhead.
She drapes both arms about the edge of tub, letting her fingers drape into
the liquid. She rolls her head back, smiling at her victory. Typical male,
tease here, touch there. Boom, their done. A small laugh escapes her lips.
The bond drops off and drifts down to the bottom of the tub. Her smug
attitude, the way she laid back against the tub, and even the small laugh
that gave her breasts a small bounce, DM missed none of it. A low growl
rumbles through his chest as he half rises from the liquid. The space
between was easily closed in the space of a breath. He quickly pins her
arms and hands against the edge of the tub. His knee, pushes her legs
slightly apart and he leans heavily upon her body. Ignoring the gasp from
her, he begins to bite, nip, and lick along her neck. He works his way
down her neck nibbling into the crook of her shoulder. He feels her push
her shoulder up against him in an effort to move him off, but he just pushes
his body even more firmly against her. DM works further down, pausing for a
moment to look in her optics, before grasping a now taunt nipple between his
teeth. He gives her nipple a gentle tug, and then suckles it. He lets his
tongue flick the nipple about, watching her reaction. He drags his tongue
from on mound to the other, relishing in the taste of her metal skin.
He feels her push up against him again, not to dislodge him, but arching
with pleasure. DM suppresses a momentary surge of anger at how she has
deliberately worked him into this sexual frenzy. This feeling passes
quickly as lust takes hold of its willing victim. His limp rod, beginning
to spring to life once more. He moans softly and presses even closer to her
body.
Her head lolls back and she lets out the barest of sighs. Her bare metal
skin quivering at his touch, she arches wanting more. She clenches and
unclenches her hands, wanting to wrap them around his head. She writhe in
his grip, her body screaming for the need to be touched all over.
He bit at her again, this time gaining a more audible moan from her. He
smiles, then deftly lifts her in his arms and steps out from the tub. DM
sets the femme down on her feet, and takes her hands into his one fingered
hand. He lifts her hands above her head, gives a small jerk indicating for
her to hold them there. His hands trace along her arms, as does his kisses.
He moves lower, pausing to kiss her fully on her mouth, his tongue
thrusting deep and possivelly . He then continues downward nipping, biting
at each of her nipples. DM glances back up the femme, her optics powered
down, her mouth open slightly, her breathing a bit quicker. He grins and
feels his member respond to her provocative stance. Onward he plunges
heading southward along her body. His hand skimming over her skin,
massaging here and there, kneading in others. He gives her inner thighs a
slight push and she responds by spreading her legs for him. DM begins
placing kisses along one thigh working his way up, alternating kisses so
that they seem to be all over and at once. He feels her shiver and moan
once again, as he nears the top of her port. Watching her face, he raises
his dragonhead hand to her exposed port. The head seems to take a life of
its own as its eyes blink the nostrils inhale her scent. A forked tongue
snakes out from the head and tentatively touches her outer folds. He uses
his fingers to reach up and spread the lips of her opening, exposing her
clit. DM moves the dragonhead closer, letting it taste her, testing every
fold. The tongue brushes her clit ever so slightly. He smiles as he sees
her fight to remain standing. His dragonhead hand then encircles about her
waist, as he stands from his knelt position. He tilts her head back
slightly with his other hand and kisses her once more with an uncontrolled
hunger. His optics narrow and in quick motion turns her around. He takes
her hands and places them on the edge of the tub and gives her back push.
He then runs his hand down her back. Using his knee he gives her inner
thigh a gentle push to spread her legs apart. He leans against her, his
erection pressing against her rear. He leans close to her audios,
whispering her name over and over again, and is rewarded with cry for him to
fill her. He reaches down and gives his erect rod a quick stroke and then
teases it along her opening. His optics brightly burning with lust as he
feels the tip of his head slide across her moist opening. Deftly he slides
himself into her folds until he is sure she can hold no more.
She grips the edge of tub fiercely, her senses in a whirlwind. A moan is
heard, and it takes a moment to realize it is hers. She tosses her head
back, fiery mane falling across her bare shoulders. A tendril of thought
passes through her mind like a breeze through willow tree leaves. She
grasps at it, clutching it she shelters it deep near her spark. For him you
are made, for him you will serve, for him you are his match. With the
passing of the thought she gives into the primal desires and rears back
against him. She begins to urge him with whisperings of desire, and with
the motions of her body.
He reaches out and takes firm hold of her hips and begins to drive himself
deep within her folds. Varying his pace, teasing her by pulling out to just
the tip remained in and then pulling her back onto him fully. He rotates
his hips so his raging member touches as many places as it can. Her
whisperings and moans fill his audios, driving his passion to heights he had
never known. He holds to her hips, at times thrusting so hard that he must
grab a hold her mane to keep her from falling into the tub. His optics
power down and he lets his fall back, groaning deeply. He reaches around
taking a hold of her breast, and pulling her close to him. His begin to
pick up the pace as he feels the orgasm well from deep within his shaft,
pushing upwards. His thrusts are hard and quick, his voice calling out her
name again and again. His fingers dig at her skin as he feels the orgasm
swell and surge forth. With a cry that shakes the room, he thrusts deeply,
releasing himself fully into her quivering body.
She rides back against him, matching his pace stroke for stroke. She pants
as the intensity of his thrusts surprise her, but challenges her to meet his
every thrust. Her name whispered in her audios sends her into frenzy.
Just his voice alone enough set off shivers through out her entire body.
Sounds of bodies meeting together, mingled with heavy breathing fill the
room. Within her folds she can feel his rod swell with need for release, so
she rocks to meet him, drive him to go over the edge. Coolant begins to
form across her brow and back, her release not to far off either. She feels
his shaft pulse and swell, she moves back against him, as he slams hard up
into her deep well. As he releases hot liquid into her, it triggers her own
orgasm causing her quiver hard. She grips the edge of the tub to keep from
falling as she feels the weight of his body suddenly press against her.
Slowly she begins to lower to the floor, DM sinking down with her.
They rest for a few moments, his arms about her waist, her head resting on
his shoulder. Their breathing begins to regulate and slow down. Without
looking behind her, she knows his optics are watching her body.
Quietly he picks up his armor and begins to dress, keeping visual contact
with the femme. There was no denying the actions of the afternoon but one
thing was quite clear to him. This sneaky, conniving femme seduced him.
The femme had control from the beginning, and even in the end when he
climaxed before she did. He said nothing as he dressed; his optics flared a
bit as he realized the power of this silent femme, and that he
underestimated her.
She forced herself to dress calmly and coolly, though she could feel his
displeasure burn within his optics. It had been so good, yet she realized
the price she would soon pay for her disobedience and purposeful
manipulation of her leader. Yes, she would receive punishment, not that it
would matter. A sly grin crosses her face, she knew she had achieved
something no one could never do, she had conquered the mighty Megatron, on
her grounds.
The last of his armor clicks into place. He stands to his full height and
in a space of mouse's breath the decision is made. With a mighty roar he
transforms to dragon mode. The metallic ring of his wings echoes in the
small room he rises up and rushes at the femme. He grasps her shoulders in
his talons, hovers in front of a wall before blowing it away with a fire
spray. DM flies both himself and her through the wall, scans the area
briefly then rises off towards the setting of the sun.
Back in the chamber the liquid in the tub slowly begins to settle and
still. Sounds of troops filing in for the evening report prattle through
the base. A figure appears at the doorway of the chamber, and then steps
through peering about for what occupant may be within. Inferno glances
about, "My Queen?" he calls. He moves into room and scans it, his optics
fall to the huge hole in the wall. Inferno turns to exit the room when a
loud squeek emits from under foot. Looking down, Inferno sees what had made
that sound and picks it up. He turns the little duck in his hand, then
clutches it tight to his chest, all but running from the room.