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Excitement surged through Wildstrike's wires as her space pod broke through the atmosphere. What would Earth be like? Would she know any of the Autobots there besides the leader, Optimus Prime? Her questions would soon be answered.
The pod slammed into the forest near a small town in California, with the orange and black Autobot inside. Wild crept out of the destroyed and flaming wreckage of the pod and scanned the area. No sign of life aside from small furry and feathered creatures. Where was Saberquake?
She clicked on her radio to send a signal to Prime. "Prime, this is Wildstrike requesting information and maps to the Earth base." She, Wildstrike, was speaking to the leader. She had only talked to him once. The silence from the radio confused her, until the realization slammed into her processor. Her radio had been broken from the impact of the pod and the earth.
A second pod slammed into the ground near Wildstrike and a red, white and black Autobot crawled out. She observed the flames of her pod a moment before turning to Wild and grinning. The spikes at the side of her head stood at attention and her bi-colored eyes sparkled in the firelight.
Abruptly, she glanced around and growled before settling down. "So what's busted on you?" she asked, in a mildly dry tone, as was usual. Her HUD (heads-up-display) was showing a broken radio, and several minor breaks elsewhere, as well as energy levels at about fifty percent. Their trip to earth hadn't been kind to them.
"My radio," Wild scowled, checking her own HUD, irritation showing in her blue optics, "How about yours?" She hoped at least one of their radios was working. If not, they were in deep trouble. Low energy, broken radios, and no idea where the Earth base was was a bad omen to Wild. At least she had her friend, Saberquake.
She jumped when she heard a car pass nearby, but she quickly scanned the Earth vehicle. It would be better stay incognito. She studied the design and grinned. That was a pretty sweet ride, even if it wasn't Cybertronian. Relaxing, she waited for Saber's answer.
Saber studied her HUD for a long time, checking this and that and cataloging the various injuries. Finally she turned to Wildstrike.
"How slagged are we if my radio is broken too?" she asked, grinning. Saber was always like that, grinning for no particular reason that anyone could see. She scanned a second car that passed by and relaxed as her armor took the shape of it. Being Cybertronian, she had the instinct to fit in, to hide in a common form among the locals. Assuming there were some around here. All she could see was vegetation and a road of some sort.
Wild groaned, "Pretty slagged. Primus, how are we going to get to the base?" They should have gotten the directions before crashing, but it was too late now. She took a scan of the area and searched for a link to the base, but she realized it was too secure to get a message to them. She sighed again.
"So do we start looking? Last I heard, the base was somewhere northeast of here," Wild asked and explained at the same time.
Saber grinned again, enjoying being somewhat off the grid in friendly territory for once. "Sure," she said, and tested out her transformation. She fell into her car mode, something sleek and pretty that she didn't have a name for yet. Maybe she could research later.
Wild also transformed, stretched a bit and relaxed. "Nice and roomy," she half purred as she led the way onto the road leading northeast. At least she didn't have to do any fighting here.
Saber sighed and stretched before rolling out onto the road. "Drives good," she called back to Wild. "I can't wait to get to base and go into recharge somewhere," she added. "I was sick of that stupid moon and sleeping in the dust."
"Anything is better than moon dust stuck in your gears," Wild agreed, and a thought suddenly occurred to her, "Wait, are there any other femmes back at base? I got the impression that we may be the first..."
Saber snorted. "Course we're the first. Femmes are a rare species," she replied.
"You're telling the femme with two other sisters," Wild retorted dryly, "But I believe we were the closest to Earth. They are farther out, possibly out of this solar system."
"Well, I'm just happy there are seekers around here somewhere. I can stalk them some more," Saber grinned. Saber didn't really stalk them of course, but she did enjoy watching them fly from a safe distance.
Wild chuckled, "Have fun with that. I may join you on a few occasions, but I'd rather not draw too much attention." Wild enjoyed watching them fly, but not when they were shooting at her at the same time.
Saber didn't care either way. She had been fascinated by the jets even as a sparkling and was happy to be anywhere they were at, even if she was ripping they're lovely wings off at the same time. Such messy, messy fun.
Wild began to get a signal from the direction they were heading, "Looks like we got the right area. We're almost there." Wild grinned. She couldn't wait to be around more Bots. It meant making new friends.
Saber didn't get the signal. Her radio was so broken she would be surprised if it picked up dust, so she was content to agree with Wild and blindly follow along. "Beds," she sighed. "I can be lazy again..." she muttered.
"Wonderful beds...I may recharge a week just for that..." Wild yawned, "Oh, look, over there. Big warehouse building, bet that's it!" She bounced with a tiny bit of excitement. An actual home.
Saber squinted at the building. "Considering that appears to Prime waiting for us, I would say yes. Slag it, there's Ratchet," Saber growled, and then started in on her mad rant against all doctors, especially Ratchet. Though she did mentally apologize for bad-mouthing Ratchet. The mech was practically her adopted father at this point.
Wild merely grinned and then spotted someone she didn't think she would see again. The DJ at one of the most popular stations in Iacon, Jazz? She faintly remembered helping out and singing with her sisters there when they were still sparklings.
Jazz was bouncing excitedly on his feet as the two femmes drove up, and he even waved a little. Saber grinned, and glanced at Wild. "I heard he's nice," she commented.
"Hush you," Wild muttered before transforming and stretching a bit. She definitely wasn't used to this alt-form, but it was mostly comfy. She grinned at Jazz and gave him a lazy salute before looking to Prime.
Prime smiled at her, then Saber as she drove up beside Wild and transformed as well. Jazz looked thoroughly excited, and Ironhide, who had been off waiting in the shadows somewhere didn't really look especially happy but he wasn't scowling either.
Wild glanced at Jazz again, an amused expression turning up the corners of her mouth. What was so exciting about two femmes? Well, I suppose the greater number of people coming helps.
Jazz simply smiled and waved. "Nice to see ya!" he grinned.
Just as Prime was about to start some sort of speech, Ratchet narrowed his eyes at Saber.
"Exactly how long have you had that knife wound on your arm?" he growled. Saber grinned at him and took two steps back. She had picked that up awhile ago and simply left it after Wild had stopped the bleeding. It didn't bother her, and she didn't feel like having it messed with.
"How about we talk about my eyes instead? They're still two different colors," she pathetically attempted to change the subject to her one blue and one red eye, the latter of which had come with some nasty 'Con programming that had been messing with her mind since the start of the war. Ratchet wasn't having any of it though, and yanked Saber away to look at her.
"Carry on, Prime," he called, "Saber can hear you."
Said Autobot had her antenna lying flat against her head and was growling a bit as Ratchet studied her.
Prime sighed and looked back at Wild. "Well then... welcome to our little base."
Ever the doctor, Wild mused to herself at Ratchet's interruption. She hoped she had done alright on the knife wound. Her parents had been doctors back on Cybertron, so she had picked up very basic treatments. Then when the war had started, she learned a few more things by watching the medics, but I wasn't enough to do major surgery by any means.
"It's good to be here," Wild smiled up at Prime, "Sorry I couldn't exactly radio you, mine is down."
"That will be taken care of," Ratchet muttered as he cleaned up Sabers wound. Saber had resigned herself to standing quietly, and gave Wild a 'help me' look before turning to Prime.
"Mine was too," she said. "But it's good to be here," she smiled. Prime nodded and smiled at them both.
"It's good to have you both here. When Ratchet's done with you both, I can send you both maps of the base and give you your tablets," he informed them.
"Sure thing," Saber replied before giving a sharp growl to Ratchet and yanking her arm away. "Stop," she snarled.
"No. You stop," Ratchet snarled back.
Wild sighed and rubbed the back of her neck, "Alright, thank you Prime." She couldn't wait to get through that and just relax. It had been a long time since she had seen something somewhat resembling home.
Saber didn't make any move to thank Prime. She was too busy snarling at Ratchet. Ironhide glared at her from his place in the shadows, and Jazz looked a bit confused.
"It's not so bad, Saberquake, just let him finish up," he grinned, trying to be friendly. For his effort, he received a vicious snarl.
"Saber," Prime called firmly to her. Saber glanced at him and was instantly calm.
"Sir," she muttered, and let Ratchet continue.
"How'd ya do that?" Jazz asked, curious. Prime shrugged.
"That's how Ratchet said to handle her," he replied.
"I'm right here," Saber snipped.
A faint grin flickered on Wild's face, "Don't worry about it Jazz. Saber is Saber. Not everyone is a big fan of medics." She shrugged. She knew of plenty of people who didn't like doctors, being the daughter of a pair herself.
"There, finished, now go away and meet me in medbay with your friend there," Ratchet huffed, and released a very grateful Saber, who hurried over to Wild's side, and more or less hid behind her. Considering she was taller then her friend, it didn't work very well.
Jazz grinned good-naturedly at them as Ratchet walked off to medbay. Prime excused himself as well and followed Ratchet, trusting his soldiers to take care of themselves.
"So I guess you guys know each other pretty well?" Jazz asked.
"Half-con," muttered Ironhide, following after Ratchet. Saber growled after him.
Wild rolled her optics at Ironhide's comment and turned to Jazz, "We've known each other for a long time." But because of Saber's Con eye, she doesn't remember, she added to herself with a sigh. At least she had found her friend again.
Jazz rolled his optics at 'Hide before turning back to the femmes and grinning again. "Well that's good; at least you got to stick together. I'm still waiting on Prowl, wherever he went off to," Jazz replied cheerfully. Saber was starting to get the impression of an ever cheerful turbo-hound, and she messaged Wild as much.
Wild snickered and added on her message back that even 'ever cheerful turbo-hounds' could pack a nasty bite.
"I'm sure everyone is working on heading here, after that beacon Prime sent out. We were the closest though," Wild grinned, "My sisters are much further out, last I heard of them."
"Seems everyone's much further out," Jazz sighed, "I hope they all make it." Saber nodded, and managed a smile for Jazz.
"I'm pretty sure they will," Wild replied reassuringly, "I'm not the toughest Bot out there, so if I made it here, I'm sure they will."
Jazz nodded, "Well, better let you go see Ratch. See you around!" Saber nodded back, and perked up her antenna a bit.
"See you," she replied.
Wild gave him a lazy salute again with a smile, "See ya later DJ." She quickly headed toward med bay with a grin. She couldn't resist. She had called him that back in Iacon too.
Saber followed after Wild, grinning. "Did you catch the surprised look on his face?" she whispered.
"No I didn't," Wild snickered, "But I can imagine." She glanced back to see if he still had the expression on his face. Jazz wasn't even there anymore. He had apparently moved on to whatever he had to do and taken his surprise with him.
"What kind of surprise did it look like?" Wild grinned as she walked into med bay. She would see him around anyway, and she would be able to see if she called him that again.
Saber thought for a moment. "Pleasantly," she finally decided. "I'm assuming the big room full of torture devices is medbay?" she asked, studying a room that looked like part laboratory, part hospital.
"Indeed," Ratchet said from behind them. "I suggest getting inside and doing as I say until I say not to."
Saber sighed and walked inside, then sat at one of the large examination tables. She supposed they could be surgery beds too, depending. "Yes, Pops," she muttered.
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Vivi- I will continue to update this if there is any interest, since this is basically a back story to the OCs that appear throughout Dodge. Saberquake belongs to Athena. Thank you! (: