The heist had gone perfectly. Then she met her maker.
Whiplash the Maximal bandit believed she had a pretty impressive score card. She wasn't the best thief in the universe, but she only took from those that deserved it or had too much. And she had never been caught. All those decivorns she had spent chasing criminals with her creator had taught her a trick or two. And so she was celebrating back in her den on Cybertron, slightly overcharged and cradling her latest score; the singularity core off a smuggler's ship. There was no way the captain would get off the planet in time to deliver his radion sticks now, and by now they would have emitted enough radiation for the authorities to detect and arrest him. Plus, she could fence the core for a tiny profit. Yep, things were lookin' up.
“You're slagging drunk?”
Whiplash sat bolt upright. She new that tone of disgust. At first, she thought she was experiencing a hallucination or going crazy, because no one should h