Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, only my characters.
Authors Note: Very long chapter . I tried to make it smaller, but it didn't feel right doing so. Again, sorry for the long chapter. Hopefully it would be smaller next time.
A Troubles Anew
"Optimus," Ironhide said, "there seems to be Decepticon activity, southeast of North America."
"Oh? What are the direct coordinates?"
"Hm, it's in," Ironhide pondered, looking over the right coordinates, "Sanford, Florida."
Optimus thought carefully.
"I do not understand Ironhide," Optimus spoke, "Why would the Decepticon be there, of all places?"
"I do not understand that myself, sir."
"However the cause, we must go and eliminate the threat."
After the continuous trip to the area, the Autobots, consisting of Optimus himself, Ironhide, and Ratchet, stopped to a deserted forest with trees scattered all around the forest bed.
"There had been many reports in the proximity of this area," Ratchet quipped, observing the wreckage, "most of the reports were from adolescent delinquents. Most of them said they seen a a large figure that repeatedly broke the trees."
They transformed and carefully stepped over the broken trees, and trying not to create noise to alert the Decepticon. They scoped carefully for two hours, despite the forest area being not that large, but hard to see during nighttime. Optimus was going to call them to abort the search when he heard the faintest sound of a tree snap. Following the sound carefully he seen a fairly large open area of cleared forest. Optimus was surprised no one seen the area and peered over the thick burly Pine tree, bigger than Optimus himself.
What the leader didn't expect was a small femme with bright yellow paint job in stasis lock, gripping a medium sized tree in the femmes arm like a child would a teddy bear. Looking on a closer perspective, he could faintly see the Decepticon insignia on her left arm plate.
"Autobots, I," Optimus paused, "I have spotted the Decepticon. Requesting backup."
"Will do Optimus sir."
It didn't take long for Ratchet and Ironhide to come to the area, being as large.
"Optimus," Ironhide said, charging up his plasma cannon, "Where is the Decepticon scum?"
"Ironhide, the Decepticon you pinpointed is right at your feet. Look down."
Ironhide looked down and powered down his cannon, fuming at the sight of the femme cuddling the tree. No one spoke for a long length of time.
"Are you serious Optimus?" Ironhide questioned, his anger rising at each word.
"I am afraid so Ironhide."
"We went all over from Tranquility, to here, for a small Decepticon femme that's in stasis lock!?"
"Ironhide! We don't even know if she's a threat or not! Yelling would most likely wake her up!" Ratchet reprimanded, yelling at Ironhide, even louder than Ironhide yelled.
Optimus pinched the space between his nose, trying to relax under the situation without yelling at his fellow comrades to quiet down.
Unknowingly for the Mechs, the femme's optics shuddered and brighten to a baby blue color, uncommon for Decepticons to have. She quickly scanned the area and targeted three Mechs, towering her own lithe form. She involuntarily shuddered, they could quite easily deactivate her with just a servo, especially the large red and blue one. The femme crawled silently, but stopped in her tracks and feinted stasis lock as the broad black yelled loudly at the yellow-green one. She repeated the process until she felt someone pick her up. She did what her brother told her to do. She started squirming and punching air until it landed hard on metal. She sent her distress signal that only linked to her brother, hoping it would connect to him in time. The distress signal blared and almost deafen the Mechs, causing Optimus to drop the Femme.
She then used the springs in her feet to ricochet her away from the sight, but her distress signal gave out and she tried to make a mad dash to where her brother was located last. Plasma was shooting at her from behind, no doubt the big black mech. She pushed her self harder, hearing the red and blue mech shouting to capture and subdue her.
Optimus thought the femme would have opened fire on them. Instead, she started to try to break away from his grip, punching until it hit his chest chamber. Then, out of no where, a blaring noise erupted from the Femme, most likely a distress signal. The sound pierced into and out of Optimus, causing him to drop her. She then scurried away from them. Ironhide opened fire on the small yellow femme, missing every time.
"Autobots, subdue the femme. We don't know what she could do."
The femme almost went into hysterics when her foot caught onto a fallen tree, cursing quietly and her servos hit the moist ground, covered in dew. Pain shot up her circuits, immobilizing her for a split second. She crawled to her feet and looked up, only to be seeing the barrel of a charging plasma cannon. Energon almost sprung up to her optics, but forced them down. Her brother told her not to show emotion when in a life or death situation.
The other Mechs showed up one by one, first the Yellow-Green one, then the tall red and blue one. Energon spilt freely from her optics as she pictured her death, shot through the spark. The Tall one spoke to her, but she muted them all, just awaiting the pain of dieing. Her brother told her about dieing. He said it would be painful at first and then nothing. He said that he would want to die valiantly, trying to protect her, or his Sparkmate, or both. She then heard a faint call on her intercom, fuzzy, but still there. She turned it up and the fuzzy sound gotten louder, but was able to hear bits and pieces.
"Hold…sis…I'm….for…you…run!….don't …caught…coming."
She linked the words together and put in words. A smile sprung on her face.
"Hold on sis, I'm coming for you. Run! Don't get caught. I'm coming."
She did as he said and ran to the opposite direction. She ran with new vigor. Forget the Mechs, her hard drive shouted, we'll be together again and Big Brother will save me from the Big Bad Mechs.
She felt a burning pain in her left arm, worse than she ever felt before. She tripped, falling down and covered her arm, which was leaking energon. She felt her mind start to shut down and everything darken, not before seeing the three Mechs huddle around her.
"You didn't have to shoot her Ironhide!"
"She ran from us! How was I suppose to know she didn't have any weapons on her!?"
"Maybe the part when she didn't open fire when Optimus picked her up!? Or that she leaked energon when you aimed your cannon at her point blank!"
Optimus shifted the small Femme in his arms, adjusting her to a more comfortable position. The femme wasn't tall, maybe shorter that Bumblebee by two feet, at most. He pitied her at the moment. The femme was probably dragged into the war unintentionally, and was forced to participate. Optimus didn't want to think of what happened to her, causing her to freak out like that. But then being so, why would she send a distress signal? It wouldn't make sense if she would if they done that to her.
Like Ratchet said when he scanned her, she had no weapons on her, hidden or no. Earlier on the night, Ratchet found a heap of weapons scattered around the forest floor, varying from size and shape. Some of the weapons would have been difficult to remove, even for Ratchet, but the way it was removed had a precise cut, or a difficult way of removing it. The only logical thing was that she had help removing them. All in all, She must have an accomplice, that would be near, but nothing showed up on his scanner. She would have been an easy target if the others, especially Ironhide, would have gotten to her first.
"However the cause, we must go and eliminate the threat."
Optimus closed his optics at that sentence he said earlier. If only he know it wasn't an actual threat, he wouldn't have said it.
Now peering down at the femme, he seen a young face, pure and innocent. Her face looked like Bumblebee's, only with the dried up energon that stained her face plates. The Autobots would have to wait until the femme would recover from the injury and compromise.
"Brother!" The small femme said, happily hugging her older brother.
"Hey, how're you today, hmm?" His red optics clashing against his little sisters blues as he returned the hug.
"I'm good! I made a new friend!"
"Oh really? Let me see it."
"Sure!" She happily guided him to the back of the area they resided in, and showed him the crude doll, among the other ones she made. She then picked it up carefully and shown her brother. It was a metal doll with two metal pieces sprouting from it's head, and two pieces hanging from the head. She showed him the back and it showed more metal with a light flexible metal holding it together. It wore a long dress, and that was about it. The eyes were a blue like the femmes, just smaller.
"Do you like it?" She answered shyly, hoping her big brother won't insult her.
"Nah," Her expression fell, "I love it."
Her face lifted as she hugged her brother tightly, never letting go.
The femme's optics shuddered and lit up as she stretched. She looked around quickly, but vented out a relived sigh. She was at the big Pine tree like she remembered. No Big Bad Mechs. She laid down and relaxed, but not before a small stinging pain came from her left hand. Her optics shot wide open and she observed it. It looked fine, except for the scorch mark.
She shot up and looked around, not seeing past the canopy of the Pine. She cursed her small stature. She darted to the large Pine and scaled it, hoping that she could buy herself time. After a few minutes of complete silence, she peered into the morning sun, no later than 6:30. She tried to contact her Big Brother, but all she got was loud static. She tried over and over but she heard more static. She pinpointed the static to a mile away she was, just ahead of her. She headed to the area, with less and less trees as she followed. She heard metal against metal and shuddered, no matter how many times she heard it, it still scared her. She hid behind a thick tree, peering through it from the sides.
The Autobots dropped off the Femme where she was previously, and was awes from the sight when a large plasma bullet erupted their trek. The assailant fired another shot but Ironhide shot his own, wounding it. The piercing red optics bore through the dark as the Mech appeared from the shadows. Clutching the wounded arm, the Mech was tall, no taller than Ironhide, but slimmer than the latter. The silver Decepticon insignia burned brightly against the dark purple paint. The Decepticon glared at them longer and spoke with venom lacing every word, along with an accent.
"Stay away from her."
Then without a word his wounded arm transformed into a spiked ball and chain and swung it at them. The Autobots ducked in time as the force of the ball ripped a tree from the ground, roots and all.
The Autobots sprung into action. Ironhide shot the Decepticon repeatedly, Missing by an inch or two. The Decepticon smiled crudely, then darted past them, not before launching a bomb that created a large crater in the ground that rocketed him in the air. Ratchet aimed carefully, using the Decepticons air time to strategize a plan. When the Decepticon landed, Ratchet launched two of his circular saws at him. The Decepticon aimed at them, but the saws connected to his chest plate in an 'X' on the left. He then leaned back to stop the saws from getting further and critically damaging him. Energon leaked from the wound, but wasn't a fatal blow. It managed to get past the chest armor, and closely severing a circuit. The Decepticon growled and smashed his fist into a nearby tree, splintering it upon contact. The Decepticon then laughed darkly, his optics burning brighter than before.
"Heh, Ya think you won?! Not by a long shot!"
The Decepticon then threw a flash grenade that blinded the Autobots for a split second. The Decepticon laid in a jumbled heap, his face tilted to the sun.
"Ya can come out now, Lil' Sis. Deja de ser tan asustado." (Stop being so afraid.)
Then, in the matter of seconds the small femme came out from behind the tree where the Autobots' back were, pushed aside Ironhide and spread her arms in a feeble attempt to protect her Big Brother. The once innocent look was replaced by an angry mask as she glared at the Autobots. The Decepticon chuckled and spoke,
"Hah, Usted cabrones no saben lo que llegado a ti mismo en."(You fuckers don't even know what you gotten yourself into.)
"Speak English!" Ironhide shouted at the Decepticon mech, charging his plasma cannon to aim at him.
"¡Te odio! Vete al infierno!" came the Femme's shrieking reply. (I hate you! Go to Hell!)
Ironhide growled and powered down his cannon, he would have to stoop to Decepticon level to win that fight. She turned her back to them, arms still spread out and spoke quietly and hushed to her Big Brother. She scanned him for permanent damage, but nothing was critical.
While she was scanning and looking over her brother, her brother scanned her as quickly. No critical damage, dents and scratches, nothing major, but every time he checked over her, him optics would travel back to the scorch mark. Anger filled his circuits. How dare they harm her!
His vents cooled him down when he seen his little sister's face. He managed to get up, groaning as he already went stiff. He stretched and blinked as a circular saw missed him by a hair. His little sister huffed at the Autobots, but he laid his elbow on her head and weighted his head on his open palm.
"Why are you here?" He said, lazily looking at the opposite factor.
"Humph, like we'd answer your question Deceptipunks!" Ironhide spat.
"Who asked you old man?" He retorted.
Ironhide held his jaw tightly, trying not to shoot him through the empty head of the Decepticon Mech.
"We came here after following an Decepticon signal." Optimus said, after the ordeal was over.
"Let me guess. You thought it was her," The mech pointed to the small femme under his arm, "and attacked her for no reason?"
"No-"Optimus replied ,but was cut off by the Mech.
"Then what is that?" he lifted his sister's arm that bore the scorch mark.
"The black mech did that." Interjected the small Femme, pointing at Ironhide with her other arm.
"Tch, should have know. Your rep doesn't skimp out on you being trigger-happy, huh, Ironhide?" the Mech smiled smugly as Ironhide was fuming.
"How do you know my name?!" Ironhide barked.
"Why, I know all about you guys. I do research. Hardly doubt you know about me, or about her for that matter."
"Who are you then?" Optimus replied.
"I'm not telling," The mech said flatly, "Why don't you ask her?"
"I'm Malaria!" happily said the small femme. Malaria elbowed her brother in the side.
"Fine, I'm Famine."
"Who were your creators?"
"Carnage and Wallflower." Famine said blandly, letting their names roll off.
"Wallflower was an Autobot Healer, was she not?"
"Uh-Huh!" Malaria said, nodding happily.
"And as of Carnage, he was a retired Autobot veteran?"
"Hah, seems ya know 'bout our 'rents. You didn't think they could have had us?" Famine said pointing with his thumb at the two siblings.
"Why did you joined the Decepticon side then?"
"To protect my baby sister. She would have been deactivated on the spot of she was an Autobot, 'specially an Autobot Healer. I chose this side so I could smuggle her through without any complications. Heh," Famine chuckled slightly, "saying that you're going after the Allspark would definantly give you the a-okay to leave."
Optimus thought long and hard about the information Famine gave him.
"How long were you here, on Earth?"
"Psh, how should I know?"
"13 years, two months, five days, and two hours ago!" Malaria quipped.
"1995, right. Heh, whoops," Famine said off-handedly.
After the long pause, Famine blinked trying to read their facial structure.
"What? It's not like you guys came here, like a year ago?"
Silence engulfed the group as Ironhide firmed his jaw.
An obnoxious laugh erupted from Famine, slapping his knee and bending over.
"Hah, you did?!"
"Brother…"Malaria said silently, her voice quieting from the laughter.
"Ah, that was good. So," Famine said, pulling on his blank face in a nanosecond, "where's your base?"
"Tranquility."
"No can do."
"And why not?" Ironhide grumbled, shooting a pointed look at the Mech.
"I'm not moving. Nothing can move me from right here, nothing."
"Sis, I hate you."
"Love you too."
After the long ride back, they entered a large base in their Altmode. Famine and Malaria were 1995 Ford Mustang GTs, One a deep purple and the other a sunshine yellow, with thick silver bars running down the side. Transforming with an groan, Famine voiced him opinion on the base, half decently put and rusty.
"This base sucks, ya got another one?"
"No, this is a temporary base."
"So, any hot femmes came yet?"
Ironhide grumbled at the Mech, if he even was called one though. He acted like a testosterone induced male on Earth.
"What? I haven't seen a femme in 12 earth years! The only femme I have seen is my baby sis and I'm not letting another mech get her, or around her for that matter." Famine said, scooting her away from the Autobots, to prove his point. The base wasn't big, but it wasn't that small either. It was bigger than the forest they were residing in, but smaller in height. The trees were taller than him if he stacked tree of himself on his shoulder. It was a temporary base though. No doubt the government gave it to them, deserted and broken. He knew of the fight at Mission City, but he didn't go. Too far away.
Famine laid down ,putting his clawed hands behind his head, relishing the serene sunset. It were times like these he loved Earth. The natural beauty, the babes, and the serenity. Mostly the babes. Speaking of babes, he sensed a light perfume, wafting in from about 15 to 20 feet away.
Shifting into his Altmode, he turned his holoform on, but now with a minor edit. The face was thin, not too thin but enough to euthanize the half lidded red eyes, covered by purple to silver tinted glasses. He had a thin moustache and an soul patch to add to his bronze complexion, making him look of Latin heritage. Small but well formed muscles formed on his arms, and as six pack prominent against his bare torso. The only clothes he wore were purple pink swimming trunks, but quickly glitched out to dark baggy jeans with purple plaid boxers sticking out of the top. The small feature he added was the 'X' that was on his left chest chamber, now right above the human heart cavity. He leaned against himself in car mode, arms crossed as a golden yellow 2010 Camaro with black racing stripes rolling along and stopping in front of the shabby 'base'.
A lanky teen popped out of the Camaro, physique less than standard from what Famine seen in Florida. The teen had short hair, compared to Famine's long, billowy hair that ended to his hip. He wore baggy lose clothes, hiding his lanky form. The passenger door opened and a skinny but curvy female came out of it, shutting the door with a clank. Her skin was an even bronze, face perfect and flawless, all in all, beautiful. Her hair was in a high ponytail, perfect as her face was. Her eyes locked on his shades as they were a brilliant shade of hazel, the sunset lighting them even more.
He broke from his trance when the lanky teen walked his was, eyebrows furrowed as he walked up to him only five feet away.
"Who are you?"
"Heh, Me?"
"W-well," the teen stuttered a bit before saying, "who else is here other than you?"
"Let's see," Famine said blankly, blinking at the teens short stature, "My little sister, and her car, plus that hot cutie over there."
"That's my girlfriend." the teen said angrily
"Whoops," he said sarcastically, "my bad."
"Who are you?"
"I'm Jesús. ¿y tú?"
"Um, uh," The teen stammered, "I'm Sam."
Jesús crouched down to Sam's height and took his shades off in a fluent motion, red eye's gleaming brightly as a one sided smile appeared. Sam's eyes widened and walked backwards quickly to his Camaro. He put the shades back on as if he didn't take them off in the first place. Sam seemed to be talking to his car, to a normal person's point of view, When in actuality, it was an Autobot he kept stammering to. He walked briskly over to the female, bowing down and holding her hand lightly, kissing it gently. The female's eyes shifted to the boy, then back to him, and then to the Camaro.
"And who may you be? The goddess of beauty I presume."
"Um, I'm Mikaela."
"Ah, even prettier than I imagined. So what owes you to visit me?"
"Oh, um, we," she referenced to her presumed boyfriend, "were just, um-"
"We were here to visit the hangar."
Sam spoke after the shade incident, eye's burning deeply as Famine's hand was still grasping Mikeala's.
Jesús grabbed Sam's arm gently, and brought him close to his 'car'.
"Why are you here?" Sam whispered harshly, looking at the hangar, hoping the Autobots would save him.
"Why, I'm just enjoying the view." Jesús said, staring at Mikaela for a lingering second, a smile slowly forming.
"How-" Jesús interrupted Sam before he asked another silly stupid question.
"I'm not bad, really, I'm just assigned that way." Jesús said mockingly, grabbing Sam's dark blue jacket and lifting him up to eye level with him. Sam's eyes widened quickly and was about to shout when he was thrown across to where the Camaro was. Jesús glitched and the shades were gone, revealing the crimson eyes that lied beneath it. He walked up to Mikaela, who was helping Sam to get up. His head tilted to the side, dark brown tresses swaying from the motion.
"I'm honestly sorry for my actions, but that fleshling," he pointed with his piercing eyes at Sam, "tempted me."
Jesús flickered and then vanished, not before giving them a demented smile. The Mustang groaned as it shifted and transformed. It was standing straight to them, but the bored expression Famine originally had returned, his arms were crossed as he tapped a digit against his purple plating repeatedly in a quick pace. Sam got up quickly and hid behind a nearby shrubbery with Mikaela, moving just in time when a crater formed where they were. The Camaro roared to life as it transformed as well, attacking the Mustang while they were running. Famine dodged the attack, and grabbed the small bot, looking straight into it's optics. Pictures of Malaria flashed and caused him to loose his grip slightly, just enough for the small bot to head butt him. Famine reeled back and held his cranial unit, an single red optic showing through. The yellow bot shot at him once, right on the 'X' on his chest plating.
"Humph, tell me Autobot, How does it feel like getting mauled by a small Decepticon Femme?"
The golden yellow bot tilted it's head and crooned quizzically, before it was launched forward by an unknown force. The small bot felt a weight on it's back, followed by rapid hitting. The bot was immobilized as the weight was lifted off, not before a solid kick was delivered to his aft plate. A small light 'humph' was heard above him, before he seen the purple Decepticon laugh cruelly and enter the base.
Sam and Mikaela stared in awe as the Decepticon grabbed Bee and looked straight at him, but it looked like he was staring off. Then Bee head butted him and landed awes from the Con. Bee shot a single shot at him, landing on the large 'X' there.
"Humph, tell me Autobot, How does it feel like getting mauled by a small Decepticon Femme?"
And in an instant a yellow blur pushed Bee forward, onto his face and front. The blur turned out to be a small, bright yellow that shone greatly in the sunset. The con as the other one said, started banging against Bumblebee's back, almost in a childish fashion. The yellow Con stopped after awhile and got up, not before kicking him on the ass. Sam adverted his eyes for a second to look at Mikaela, and then the purple Con entered the base.
They ran towards Bee quickly, trying hard to get him up. Bee crooned painfully and gotten to him knees, where the indents from the fall was prominently shown. No later, Optimus came out with the purple Decepticon, trying to fight off Ironhide's one armed grapple, the small yellow one guiding Optimus to the scene by the hand. Ironhide let go of the Purple Con and shoved him forward roughly, irritated. The con grumbled and went down to their level.
"Look," The Decepticon vented out a begrudged sigh, "I'm sorry about throwing you."
"And…?" Sam added, not pleased with just that.
"Ugh, fine. And attacking you car. But I'm not sorry about flirting with your girl."
Sam was about to punch the purple Decepticon when the yellow one picked him up.
"Wha-? Hey!" Sam shouted.
"Hmm," The yellow one's voice hummed, it's voice light and feminine, "nope."
It put down Sam and held it's hand down for Mikaela to get onto. She looked at the Autobots pleadingly, but their face were apprehensive. She hesitantly stepped onto the yellow cons hand, that oddly seemed like a normal hand, unlike the other Decepticon standing right next to it. The yellow one looked at her carefully, observing every curve and feature on Mikaela. It twiddled her finger in an circular motion, telling her to turn around. Mikaela did as she was told, and after a painful minute of scrutiny, the smaller yellow bot turned to Optimus quickly clasping both hands around Mikaela so she wouldn't fall.
"Can I keep it?!" It said hurriedly, bouncing from the front of it's feet.
Mikaela started to feel sick from the constant bouncing. A shadow formed over the both of them, and the bouncing stopped. The other Decepticon put it's elbow over the smaller ones head, and laid it's head in the awaiting palm.
"No, you cannot." The smaller one visibly slouched as the words, "But you may be her guardian for a short notice."
The smaller Decepticon gasped and bounced around, despite the taller one trying to stop her.
"Ohmygosh, this'llbesomuchfunIcan'twait!" it said fast, taking Mikaela a while to process it.
"Um yea, sure. Well, if you're going to be my, uh, guardian," Mikaela stuttered, trying to piece the words carefully, "what's your name?"
"Oh, I'm Malaria. What about you?" Malaria happily said.
"I'm Mikaela." she said, smiling slightly.
"Um, can you put me down now?"
"Oh, right!"
Malaria put Mikaela down gently, and sat down on the floor, watching her walk to Sam. Malaria stare as Sam hugged Mikaela. She aww'd loudly, causing them to break away. She faintly said sorry and went to turn around, when Famine turned her back and guided her to a secluded area, away from the humans and Autobots.
"Ay, I can't believe I'm saying this, but aren't you going to apologize to the yellow bot?"
Malaria turned around and seen the gold yellow bot get yelled at the yellow green one. Malaria pouted, knowing that she was the one putting all the dents on him.
She bit her lip, trying to think of a good way to apologize. The simple apology didn't register to her, so she thought of the way she and her brother would have fun. She quickly whispered it and walked silently to the yellow green one. Thankfully the yellow green one was trying to take out a large dent behind the gold yellow one's back. She silently went behind him and tapped his shoulder, causing him to look back. She whispered what she said to her brother, asking permission first before something happens. He gave her the nod of approval and told the other to close his optics and follow the person leading. Her hand felt small compared to the yellow gold Mechs, none the less the yellow green one.
She grabbed her older brothers, and led the yellow one to his other. The humans were watching at what they were doing. The purple one flicked his head up, signaling Ironhide to pick up the humans to a safe distance.
"Follow my movements." Famine whispered at them both, mostly to Bumblebee.
He walked into a circle, and the others followed in a circular fashion, Malaria telling Bee to do so.
They ran faster, and faster, as a burst of hot air erupted from Malaria's sole, making them go faster. Famine was just spinning in the violent wind and gave enough pull to lift the two yellow bots in the air. Malaria busted more air to gain the right speed and in a split second, Famine launched Malaria into the air, high up and fell back down ahead of them, screaming happily at the thrill. Famine's feet were a blur as he spin to where Malaria was going to fall, grabbing her hand and spin faster, a storm of leaves kicking up. Famine let Bee go without a warning, causing him to screech and flail in the air, the ground closely coming fast on him. Malaria shifted her weight so she would be the one spinning and used both hands on Famine, using his open hand as a grapple for Bee. Famine grasped Bumblebees', and then launching both up after the seventh spin.
Famine had an indifferent face and grabbed Bee in a groom and bride fashion, as they were falling. Malaria put both hands over her mouth, she didn't realize the height she threw them until too late. Famine did a last minute move, using him own legs to cushion the blow.
The impact came hard and Famine felt his circuits enflame from the pain that skyrocketed through him, causing him to collapse with Bee rolling out of his servos. Malaria felt fear go through her circuits. She didn't mean to hurt her older brother. She ran to him, and delicately lifted him so he wouldn't put pressure on both legs. Malaria stole a glance at him and quickly looked away, the sight too gruesome for her. Both legs were busted, bent unnaturally at the joints, one of them close to falling off. Energon leaked heavily from the wounds, and unto Malaria. Who held her head high and gave her brother to Ratchet, knowing that he could provide the medical needs he needs.
Malaria breathe deeply, in and out, trying not to leak from her optics as her brother was taken to the med bay quickly. The sight reminded her of when her mother was mortally wounded, taken by the same injuries her brother sustained. Wallflower's spark gave out when they reached the medic. They tried hard to revive their best Healer, but she was gone completely. Malaria tried hard to live up to her standards, but couldn't do much other than repairing broken circuits and mending dents and scratches. Both brother and sister didn't see their father after that day, upon hearing the news he had was ambushed by the other factor, no survivors found. A warm hand broke her from her spark breaking memories, turning her head to the gold yellow bot, who crooned sympathetically. Malaria rushed into his form, grappling him tightly as she leaked openly.
Bumblebee went rigid at first, not expecting that response. Slowly, he wrapped him arms around the femme, trying to comfort her as much as possible.