Angel Chapter One:
Surprises

Optimus rubbed his audials irritably whenever he heard the sound of Blaster's music. He didn't know how many times he had told him not to play any music while in his prescence, or anyone elses for that matter. Well, other than Jazz. Somehow he could stand to listen to the strange sound patterns. Optimus didn't understand how so, he nodded the idea off and shut off Teletraan 1 and walked rather irritably to his private quarters. He could at least get a little peace and quiet there. When he reached his quarters, he punched in the code and the door slid open. He dragged himself in and plopped onto his berth. 'Primus, I'm exhausted.' he thought. He sat up and looked at his surroundings whenever a small box caught his attention. He stretched and walked over to it and opened it with care. They were data pads with pictures on them. He took them back to his berth with him and quickly sat down and he flipped through pictures. The first one was of himself and Prowl whenever he first recruited Prowl to second in command. 'Good times.' he thought. The second picture caught his attention as he studied it closely. Suddenly a wave of sadness approached him as he eyed the picture. It was him with Elita One.

"Oh, Elita, how I miss you," he said aloud. He hadn't seen her in so very long. Still he remembered that promise he promised her so long ago. 'I will return for you,' he once said to her. Those words echoed through his processor only succeeding in making him even more sad. He wanted to see her again, he really did. But he had no idea if she was still alive or not. The Decepticons could have crushed her to scrap. At this point, he had to know. Suddenly, there was a loud banging on his quarters door. "Prime, PRIME!" the voice boomed from behind the doors. It was Ironhide.

"Yes, Ironhide? What's the matter?"

"There's an unknown frequency trying to gain contact on Teletraan 1. It don't look like no autobot frequency either..."

"I'll be there right away, Ironhide." he replied as he stood up, brushed himself off and made his way to the control room.

Whenever he was at teletraan 1 he pressed the button. Megatron's image flickered to life. Luckily, his mask hid the surprise written all over his face.

"How did you get this frequency?" Optimus demanded. "Ohh, I have my ways of getting things and knowing them. I contacted you just to let you know a few things..." he replied with a sort of sarcasm in his voice.

Optimus responded, "I'm listening,"

"Well, it seems as though there are still femmes on Cybertron...such as the one who calls herself Elita One..."

Optimus's optics widened in shock. "That's impossible." he responded.

"Ohhhh, is it? Perhaps you would like proof?" Megatron's image flickered off the screen and in it's place was Starscream and Astrotrain holding Elita One down.

This image struck terror in his spark. But a hope renewed in his spark as well as he gazed at the frightening screenplay infront of his very optics. "LET HER GO!" he boomed.

"Why don't you come here and rescue her, Prime?" Starscream replied with a sneer.

Optimus shut off Teletraan 1 and turned around and said. "Autobots, we're going to rescue Elita One. Transform and Roll Out!"

"Aww, but I just got polished!" Sunstreaker responded protestingly.

"Come on, Sunstreaker!" Optimus said as he transformed.

"Ohhh, fine. Well, she is your girlfriend after all..." Sunstreaker said sarcastically.

Ironhide snickered at his comment.

He was worried. As a matter of fact, terrifed of losing her. 'Elita, hang in there!' Optimus thought worriedly as he sped towards the Decepticon spacebridge.

He could only hope him and his team didn't arrive too late.