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Transformers Destiny's Divided
Chapter 1
In a desolate part of Cybertron a lone femme ran for her life. Not far she could hear her pursuers gaining on her. The area she found herself in was to uneven with high walls all around so she couldn't transform, instead she kept running.
She turned a corner and found herself in a dead end. "Over there!" A voice shouted behind her.
Fearful the femme ran to a wall and started climbing, before she got to high two pairs of servos grabbed her peds and pulled her down. She landed on the ground with a thud, snickering made her look fearfully up into several gleeful red optics. Six Decepticon's were grinning at the femme at their peds.
"You gave us quite a run but now the fun can really begin," one sneered reaching for her.
"NO! Please, I'm just a Neutral!" The femme begged as she was pulled to her peds and slammed against a wall.
"LET HER GO!" The gathered Decepticon's looked up to see a red and blue femme standing on the cliff edge above them. Her helm was blue with wing-like antenna on either side and a silver diamond-shaped crest on her brow. Her armor was mainly red with a little white on her arms and a blue band around her waist. Her waist, hands and upper legs were gray while her lower legs were red and blue. She had a silver battle mask over her lower face and a light blue visor, but unlike most visor's hers was see-through allowing the gathered mech's to see her angry cerulean optics.
The leader just snorted in amusement. "And who's going to stop us, eh, you?"
Another leered at her, "I doubt it. . . But if you want to take her place will be happy to trade."
The femme's glare intensified. "You asked for it!" Suddenly she leaped off the cliff and twisted in midair to gracefully land on her feet in a battle pose behind the group. They barely turned before she jumped into the air kicking her leg out catching one of them in the chin. His head snapped back painfully as he was sent crashing onto his back.
The other Decepticon's stood there stun before one turned to the Autobot femme and snarled, "Why you little. . ." He was cut off when she slammed her fist into his faceplate.
She turned to the Neutral, "RUN!" The femme Neutral jumped to her peds and took off.
"Your going to regret this Autobot!" The Decepticon she took as the leader of this group advance towards her.
"Try it, I'll be happy to bust your helm's in," she answered.
"HA! One lone femme against us? Hardly a fight."
"Who says I'm alone," the femme countered.
The Decepticon's looked at her confused when the sound of approaching engines caught their attention. Several bots in vehicle mode sped into view surrounding the gathered Decepticons. six ground vehicles and two Seekers transformed, five mech's and three additional femme's joined the first.
One was a stocky red and gray mech with a red rounded helm named Ironshield. He had a light blue face and darker blue optics. He had a red chest, lower arms and legs with gray upper arms, hands, pelvic plates and red and gray peds.
Another was a tall black armored mech named Offroad with red highlights on his arms and peds. He had a round black helm and a dark gray face and blue visor.
Next was a green and gray Praxian named Speedzone. He had a light gray face, sky blue optics, a yellow chevron and green door wings. His chest, upper arms and hands were green while his lower arms, waist, pelvic plates and upper legs were gray. His peds were green and gray.
Then there was a purple femme with a red face, dark blue optics and a silver gray helm named Spitfire. Her chest, hood, lower arms, pelvic plates and lower legs were orchid purple while her upper arms, waist and upper legs were a shade of lighter purple. She had violet highlights around her waist and on her lower peds. Her frame showed she had a ground vehicle mode but she also sported a pair of silver wings with violet and yellow stripes.
Next to her was a red and white femme mini-bot named Quickrun. She had large blue optics a red chest with a red stripe around her waist, servos, peds and down the middle of her helm. The rest of her armor was white expect for some gray armor on her upper waist. Her face, lower waist, hands and upper legs were light gray.
Then there was a light coffee brown mech named Tracker with dark blue optics and a light gray face. His helm, chest, lower arms, pelvic plates and lower legs were coffee brown while his waist and upper legs were a lighter brown. His upper arms were gray and he had yellow highlights around his wrist and pelvis plates. He was boxy but the least physical imposing compared to the other mech's in the group.
Next were the Seeker's. One was a mainly silver gray mech called Lightningstorm, he had dark gray lower arms, servos and peds. He had a light grayest white chest and pelvis plates and red and white stripes through his silver wings. The rest of his armor was silver.
The other was his younger sister Starflare. She was mainly sky blue and had a light silver chest and pelvic plates and dark purple lower arms, servos and peds. She had white and purple stripes through her blue wings. They both had black helms, yellow cockpits, light silver faces and blue optics.
They all bore the Autobot Insignia. But the Decepticons also saw how young they all were.
One Decepticon started laughing, "Shouldn't you be with your creators?"
Another snickered, "Yeah, what is this, play time?"
Spitfire cracked her knuckles, "Okay, let's play!" She ran forward and slammed her fist into the nearest Decepticon's face.
As soon as he went down another tried to strike Spitfire. "Not so fas'!" Ironshield stopped him blocking the blow and twisting the Decepticon's arm.
As he cried out in pain the other Decepticon's pulled out their weapons but the young Autobots jumped into action. Lightningstorm charged one and delivered a uppercut then he grabbed the Decepticon's helm and pulled it down driving his knee into the con's faceplate. Offroad tackled another about to fire putting him in a headlock and punched him in the face knocking the Decepticon out. Before the other Deceptions could move Speedzone, Ouickrun, Starflare and Tracker started firing driving the remaining Decepticons back.
The leader growled as he ducked a shot, they were being beaten by children. He wouldn't stand for it, keeping out of their sight he snuck up on the silver Seeker who had joined his comrades But before he could fire the red and blue femme jumped between them armed with a katana-like sword, with one swipe she severed his blaster in too.
She smirked at him. "Ready for round to," she challenged.
He tossed what was left of his blaster and took off. The other remaining Decepticons followed him as the Autobots rejoiced at their victory.
Lightningstorm turned to the red and blue femme. "Geez, Oracle you couldn't wait for us could you?"
The red and blue femme's battle mask pulled into her helm revealing her silver face and she turned to him, "I can't stand by when someone needs help."
Lightningstorm threw an arm around her shoulders and grinned. "Who cares, that was great!"
Ironshield laughed and elbowed Offroad, "W' showed 'em." Offroad smiled and nodded.
Spitfire smirked, "They never stood a chance.
Quickrun jumped into the air with a whoop.
Starflare patted Speedzone on one of his door wings. "Not bad if you ask me."
"Yes," the green Paxian agreed. "We performed with greater efficiency then I had calculated."
"Enough with the science talk," Tracker groaned. "We beat them didn't we?"
Oracle smiled, she was excited to. Until she checked her chronometer and winched at the time. "Guys we should probably head back now."
The group transformed and started the trek back towards Iacon. When the city came in sight they made their way towards the Great Dome where a old tunnel would lead them inside.
As they approached the group spotted a sky blue femme pasting back and forth in front of the tunnel they had used to sneak out. Rescue a young medic in training had a dark silver chevron on the crown her helm with two gray antenna on either side, she had large blue optics and a silver face, waist and hands. She had a darker blue striped around her waist, on her peds and below her antenna.
The young Autobot's stooped a few feet from her and transformed from their vehicle modes, the worried look on her face turned to relief as she rusted to them. "Your back!"
"Was there ever any doubt?" Lightningstorm boasted.
"Well. . ." Rescue begin.
"Hey!"
"It's just you'll be in so much trouble if Ultra Magnus ever finds out."
"He won't," Lightningstorm waved off her concern.
"Oh really?" A well known gruff voice said behind them. Everyone froze then slowly turned to find Kup leaning against a wall with his arms crossed over his chest. And he wasn't happy. "Alright kids come with me."
"Where," though Oracle had a good idea where.
"Ultra Magnus wants a word with you." The group groaned in dismay.
"WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!"
Everyone within hearing distance turned in the direction of the shouting, the commanders office.
Not much got him this angry so they were sure Oracle was involved. Nothing could get Ultra Magnus more riled up then his adoptive daughter and her friends.
In his office Ultra Magnus glared at the gathered bots. "Or were you even thinking!" Some in the group flinched. Oracle just glared at the floor. "I swear to Primus you have to be the most reckless, insubordinate, undisciplined group I've ever known! And I've had to work with the Wreckers, so that's saying a lot! You do realize you could of been killed!"
"But we weren't!" Lightningstrom tried to argue but a glare from Magnus silenced him.
He then turned to Rescue, the small blue femme seemed to sink into herself at his look. "I know you didn't go with them but you were aware of their intentions weren't you?"
"I. . ." Rescue began still not meeting his optics.
"No she wasn't," Oracle cut in.
"Yeah she had no idea," Lightningstorm offered. The others quickly agreed.
"We didn't tell her," Speedzone offered.
"Sh' never knew," Ironshield tried.
"I appreciate the show of loyalty but I want her to answer," Ultra Magnus said. The tone of his voice offering no more interruptions and he turned his hard gaze toward the slightly trembling femme.
"I. . ." Rescue sighed, "Yes sir, I was aware they were leaving and what they were doing."
Everyone groaned. "You may leave now, I will decide your punishments later." As they turned to leave he called out, "Not you Oracle."
Oracle sighed as her friends offered her sympatric looks before they left. She turned back to Ultra Magnus. He shook his head and sighed, "Oracle what am I going to do with you? You've shown great leadership skills, bravery and intelligence. You excel at hand-to-hand combat and are the top of your class in weapons trainings. Yet your also reckless, impulsive and have a complete disregard for orders!" Oracle didn't say anything, she just glared at the ground angrily. "Well, what do you have to say for yourself?"
"Have you heard anything?"
Ultra Magnus was surprised at the question. "What?"
"Have you heard anything. . . from Earth?"
He sighed, he shouldn't have been surprised. "Oracle we've been over this. . ."
"I don't need this speech again!"
"Apparently you do," Magnus countered.
Oracle growled and slammed her hands on the table. "What do I have to do to prove myself?!"
"This isn't about proving yourself, you know very well why. Your still a rookie who obviously needs more training." He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his brow in frustration, he could feel a headache coming on. "Return to your quarters where you'll remain. I'll let you and the other's know of your punishment, is that understood?"
"I. . ."
"IS that understood!"
"Yes sir," she said curtly turning away and stomping out the door. Ultra Magnus rubbed his temples and sighed in frustration. What was he going to do with that femme.
Everyone watched Oracle marched down the corridor but no one made a move to stop her. The anger flashing in her optics was enough to deter most. She soon arrived at the rooms reserved for rookies.
Hot Rod glanced up as Oracle stormed into the main room and kicked a wall. "Trouble again?"
Oracle looked away, "Yeah."
He smirked at her, "Let me guess. . . you snuck out again but were caught this time."She nodded. "Well that's what happen, you do something wrong and get caught."
She glanced at him and arched an optic ridge. "You're in trouble to aren't you?"
He offered her a cheeky grin, "Why do you think I didn't join you this time."
"Oh Hot Rod," she shook her head as she headed into the room she shared with Starflare, Rescue, Spitfire and Quickrun. Hot Rod followed her in, neither was surprised to find everyone there waiting for her.
Lightningstorm spotted her first, "So, what's the damage?"
"He said he'd come by later."
Everyone groaned in dismay. It was never good when Ultra Magnus came in person to deliver punishments.
"Great, another Orn of scrubbing the base floors," Lightningstorm exclaimed.
"Well," Speedzone offered. "It might not be too bad."
"Yeah," Tracker said sarcastically. "It could be a lot worst."
"Especially if Kup helps," Ironshield groaned.
Oracle leaned against the wall and closed her optics, "Were never going to be taken seriously."
"Guys it's not that bad," Rescue said softly. "And we did break rules so. . ."
"Please!" Spitfire exclaimed cutting the blue femme off. "Stay in base, run patrols, do whatever your told. Were training to be warriors and they won't let us show them what we can do!"
"If only we could go to Earth," Oracle muttered.
"To bad we can't go," Lightningstorm shrugged.
"Then let's do it!" Oracle suddenly cried. Everyone looked at her confused.
"What?" Speedzone asked.
"Let's go to Earth!"
"WHAT!" Rescue exclaimed in horror.
"Are you serious?" Tracker asked horrified.
"There never going to give us the chance so let's make our own choices!" Oracle declared.
Some still didn't look convince. Hot Rod, Spitfire, Quickrun, Ironshield and Lightningstorm looked excited.
"Yeah! Let's do it!" Quickrun exclaimed.
"But. . . but. . . but. . . W-Will get in so much trouble," Rescue stuttered.
"That's never stopped us before has it?" Lightningstorm said with a grin.
"Sad but true," Spitfire agreed.
"I. . . I don't know," the blue femme said. "S-Sneaking out of Iacon is one thing, but this. . ."
Spitfire threw an arm around her shoulders, "Come on Rescue don't be a wimp your whole life."
Oracle shot the purple femme an annoyed look then turned back to the blue femme. "Look Rescue this could be our only chance. You can't tell me you don't want to go."
"I. . . I. . ."
"Don't you want to see Ratchet?" Oracle felt a little under handed using that but this could be their only chance. And she knew Recue did want to see to see Ratchet again?" After a long moment Rescue nodded.
"Then it's settled," Hot Rod said. "Were going to Earth."
"See anyone?" Oracle whispered.
Hot Rod glanced around the corner, "Nope, it's clear."
The group made its way down a corridor trying to avoid anyone that might be out and being as quiet as possible.
"Lightningstorm, Speedzone," Oracle whispered glancing at them over her shoulder, "Are you two sure you can fly the ship?"
Lightningstorm waved off her concern, "Don't worry, we can handle it."
"Shut up moron!" Spitfire hissed. "I heard something."
Everyone went quiet and listened. "No good turbo charged punks."
"It's Kup!" Lightningstorm hissed.
The group quickly ducked into another corridor as the older warrior walked by, he stopped and looked around a moment before moving on. Everyone kept as quiet as possible till he was out of sight.
"That was to close," Speedzone sighed.
"No kiddin'," Ironshield sighed.
"Guys, this is a really bad idea," Rescue was so nervous she was almost shacking. "We should forget this."
"No!" Oracle snapped, "We've come to close to give up now. We can do this."
"WHO'S BACK THERE?!" Kup's voice echoed down the corridor.
Everyone froze. "Or not," Tracker grumbled.
"No, we were so close." Oracle couldn't believe this was happening.
Hot Rod placed a servo on her shoulder causing her to look at him. He gave her a smile. "Don't worry I'll keep him busy." Everyone looked at him surprised.
"But you want to go to Earth to?" Oracle said shocked.
"I know how much you want to go." Was all he said.
She was still stunned but a smile came to her face. "Thanks Hot Rod." He grinned and gave a nod before running towards Kup.
"HEY OLD-TIMER SEE IF YOU CAN KEEP UP!" The younger mech shouted as he ran by the startled older warrior.
"HOT ROD GET BACK HERE!" Kup took off after the flame colored mech.
Oracle watched them disappear. "Let's go."
They continued towards their designation keeping alert for anyone else they might run into. A couple of times they had to duck into a room when they heard something but soon their path seemed clear.
"The ship's just ahead," Oracle whispered.
"What are we waiting for," Lightningstorm exclaimed suddenly running ahead.
"Storm wait," Speedzone called. But the Seeker continued running. He shot around a corner only to collide with something.
"HEY!" A startled voice cried.
Lightningstorm saw what he had ran into, or rather who."AH! Dazzler, w-what are you doing here?" The young Seeker asked nervously.
The purple armored femme place her hands on her hips and crocked her helm to the side. Dazzler shared a similar built as Blaster and Soundwave, though she was slimmer. She had a round purple helm with a upside-down five pointed crest on her helm. Her chest, hands, waist and lower arms were purple while her face, upper arms and legs and waist were silver and buttons on her lower chest. Dazzler gazed at them though her blue visor. "And where are you kids going?"
The group glanced at each other. All optics then turned to Lightningstorm.
The young Seeker fidget for a moment. "Um, well you see. . . It's like this. . . GRAB HER!"
"What. . ." was all Dazzler could say before Lightningstorm and Ironshield grabbed her arms and started carrying her down the hall with the others following. "HEY! WHAT'S GOING ON?"
"Not part of the plan," Oracle snapped as they reached the ship docking yard.
Speedzone pointed to a shuttle that wasn't to big. "That one."
The group with a struggling Dazzler ran into the ship and Speedzone went to a Console and entered the codes for the ship to leave. He then joined the others inside as Lightningstorm went to the controls and powered up the ship.
"Here we go," Oracle whispered.
"Let's do this!" Lightningstorm cried as the ship powered up.
Alarms were off and several Autobot's ran into the hanger to witness the ship taking off.
Ultra Magnus looked up as Kup walked into his office. "What happened?"
"Hot Rod causing trouble. But when's that new."
Suddenly the base shook. Ultra Magnus punched the comm., :What's going on?:
:Sir: Pipes answered, :Someone's taking a shuttle:
"What?! But who. . . ORACLE!" Ultra Magnus jumped up and was out the door with Kup not far behind.
Inside the ship some of the group were relaxing.
"I can't believe we did this," Rescue muttered.
Spitfire leaned back in her chair and propped her peds onto the dashboard, "Well that was easy."
"Don't relax just yet," Oracle warned her.
"Aww, come on," Lightningstorm grinned waving off her concern, "It couldn't have been easier."
Suddenly the comm. went off and Ultra Magnus voice filled the ship causing everyone to flinch, they had never heard him this mad. ":ORACLE! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING?!:
Oracle flinched but pushed a button and answered in a calm voice, :Were going to Earth:
:I did not give a go on this mission! Turn around immediately!:
Before Oracle could respond Lightningstorm answered, :Psssssss. . . Sorry Sir, your Pssssss. . . breaking up. Can't Pssssss. . . respond: He then cut the comm. "Okay, now were out of here."
Back in Iacon Ultra Magnus and Kup listen to the transmissions. :Can't Pssssss. . . respond: Then it went dead.
Kup turned to Ultra Magnus, "Between you and me I always found Hot Rod's fake static to be more convincing."
Ultra Magnus suppress the urge to groan, "Contact Optimus."