Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers. I just like writing about them.
Rumble
had never seen so much energon before. The battle was over, and he
and his brothers were covered in energon. Their father lay dying in
the hands of
the Autobots. However, this time, the Autobots were
their last hope. Shot multiple times by one of their fellow
Decepticons, Starscream, the Autobots were helping heal
their
father. Rumble didn't know why the Autobots wanted to help him, his
siblings, and his father after what they had done to them. All he
knew was they were
Soundwave's only hope.
Frenzy
was weak. He had lost quite a lot of energon himself, but he didn't
say anything about it. The last thing he wanted to do was ask the
Autobots for help. It
was bad enough that his dying father was
being taken care of by them; he didn't need their charity, too. He
could see the energon dripping from his leg, but he just
tried to
ignore it. There was no need for the Autobot's charity or sympathy.
He could manage just fine on his own.
Ravage
was terrified to say the least. He didn't like the room him and his
brothers were in. It reminded him of some sort of doctor's waiting
room. He had a bad
feeling sitting in that room. Something wasn't
right about this place. The Autobots were being kind by helping his
father and brothers, but that didn't shake that awful
feeling;
the feeling that many people had died and lots of blood had been lost
in the med bay.
Lazerbeak
was thankful that the Autobots put aside their differences to help
his family. He was starting to feel bad for the 'bot that he had
injured in the battle, but
that was the way the cookie crumbled.
He could tell that his siblings were uncomfortable being here, but
they were going to have to deal with it until their father was
fully
functional again.
Elita
peered into the room that the children were sitting in. "Those
poor kids," She thought to herself. Optimus walked up behind her
and wrapped his arm
around her shoulders.
They stood there silently for a minute, watching the four children comfort each other, until the medic, Ratchet tapped the two on the shoulder.
"I
need to talk to you two. Come into my office, please." Ratchet
led them down the hallway, into his small but cozy office. "Sit
down," he commanded, pointing
at the two chairs in front of
the desk.
"What's this about, Ratchet?" Optimus asked the medic.
"Soundwave and his children. Optimus, their father isn't going to make it."
"I'm sorry to hear that. It will be an awful thing to tell his kids."
"That is what I wanted to discuss with you. What should we do about his sons?"
"Do they have a mother?" Elita asked.
"I asked Soundwave about the same thing. He told me that she was killed many years ago."
"By who?" Optimus asked.
"Megatron."
Optimus shook his head in disgust.
"We can't just send them back to the Decepticons," Elita said, "They deserve a better life than that."
"Perhaps we should discuss this with the children," Optimus suggested.
"You're probably right," Ratchet said.
"Come on," Elita said, "Let's go break the news to them."
The
trio walked down the hall to the room Rumble, Ravage, Frenzy, and
Lazerbeak were waiting for word on how their father was doing. Elita
softly knocked
on the now closed door. One of the twins, Rumble
cautiously opened the door without a word. He left the door open for
them and walked back over to where
Frenzy was sitting.
Optimus, Elita, and Ratchet walked in and sat down on the ground, across from Frenzy and Rumble.
"Where are your other brothers?" Ratchet asked.
Frenzy pointed to the two synthoids, one older teenager with a small child in his lap, sitting on the other side of the room.
"I didn't realize that you guys could do that," Optimus said.
"We don't do this very often," Lazerbeak said, "But it's much easier for me and Ravage to talk when we're synthoids. We figured you would want to talk to us."
"Yes, we did. Would you rather us be synthoids, also?" Optimus asked.
"Whatever's easiest for you guys," Lazerbeak said.
"Optimus, I wouldn't if I were you," Ratchet said, "You know as well as I do that all the glitches haven't been worked out of the programming."
"You're right," Optimus sighed.
"So what did you want to talk to us about?" Frenzy asked.
"Is dad gonna be okay?" Ravage asked.
"Kids,"
Elita said, trying to be a gentle as she could about the news she was
about to break to them, "Your father... he isn't going to make
it." Elita looked at the
four shocked children and prepared
for their reactions.