Author's Note: Hello everyone, sorry I haven't been writing for the past couple of, what is it? Months? Weeks? I apologize, college and life had bogged me down and I didn't have the motivation or the time to put anything down except read a few fics online. But now I've been graced a week before Spring semester starts and that might enough time for me to do some writing. I hope you guys enjoy this one, yes its Blitzwing again.
Summary: An incident with an AllSpark fragment sends Blitzwing through a void to end up... back on Earth?! Confused, the Decepticon attempts to find his way back to Detroit but finds himself in a perplexing situation. Stuck in an alien world that holds some unnerving resemblances and difference, will the triple-changer survive? Actually, no, will the new world survive now that Blitzwing has stepped foot? What madness will one (or three) dysfunctional mech(s) unleash?
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers!
The universe had an unexplainable nature of doing reasonless things, often at the price of the smaller inhabitants that share its space. The same could be said for Blitzwing. The triple-changer roared a battle cry as he threw the squirming body, clutched in his servos, over his head and towards his assaulters. His enemies scattered as their smaller comrade thudded on the earth and rolled down the grassy forest floor, they retaliated with a barrage of plasma laser. Blitzwing dashed to the nearest shelter, an outcrop of boulders, and rolled to cover the distance. Though it wasn't needed as his more superior armor absorbed their fire, he didn't want to test the limit of his frame. The searing energies struck and missed the boulder that sheltered Blitzwing, incinerating nearby trees and the rock itself till it was nothing but a pile of charred, smoking rubble.
Blitzwing's face spun from the crimson colored Hothead to the slim, blue face Icy as he lowered his shoulder cannons and fired a stream of frigid blue energy. Again, they dispersed like rodents as the Decepticon's beams petrified the earth, the sound of grinding ice was heard as the frozen liquid expanded. One of Blitzwing's opponents jumped a moment too late as the crystals crawled over its body, frost laced around the edges of its face. With one opponent preoccupied, Blitzwing turned his attention to the others and hoped to be done with them swiftly before the other one had a chance to free itself. The triple-changer fired another freezing beam as he grumbled in his processor. He wouldn't be in this slagging mess in the first place if it wasn't for those accursed Autobots.
"And ze same goes for you," he snapped bitterly, referring to the softly glowing shard of the AllSpark he kept in his sub-space container.
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The mission should have finished quickly and smoothly. Fly to the origin of the AllSpark energy signature, find the shard and take it back to base. Three simple steps even an inexperienced youngling could do. Of course there was that group of Autobots (amateurs) who, no doubt, detected the signal as well and were headed to retrieve the shard. They were meddlesome to say the least but Blitzwing welcomed a challenge, as did any average Decepticon. Hothead, specifically, wanted to pound the Autobots into scrap metal, Random just enjoyed toying with them and Icy preferred to just simply distract them and nab the fragment. Icy's plan would have been the more logical choice, but sharing a processor with two other personas had its burden. With a taunt too many from the annoying yellow one (he never bothered to remember his name), Icy lost control and soon Hothead dominated their actions with Random encouraging him.
A slave to his own processor, Icy watched as Hothead (his judgment clouded with anger) attempted to incinerate the Autobots. Rather, with poorly aimed shots, the projectiles merely scorched the concrete ground of the parking lot they battled on. The yellow one shot bolt, after bolt of electricity at the Decepticon. Most of them struck his frame, but left hardly any marks as they dispersed into dying sparks. A wrecking ball, from the olive green mech, to Blitzwing's chassis flung him across the parking lot, his frame digging into the concrete as it dragged from the impact. Hothead growled as he let loose an avalanche of missiles, jumping back as the red and blue one attempt to cleave him with his axe. The Decepticon smirked as his projectiles exploded, decimating half the parking lot into a flaming crater.
As the Cybertronians brawled, the AllSpark fragment that lay idly on the ground began to quiver. It was a small twitch; its crystalline body clinked softly on the concrete, but soon grew into an erratic tremor. As if possessed, the shard bounced and hopped like a firecracker. The Cybertronians paused, watching the strange behavior with bafflement. The fragment began making its away straight towards Blitzwing. The Decepticon took a step away from the approaching shard, the Autobots watched in stunned silence. With a great leap, the sharp rocketed towards the triple-changer and tapped on his frame. A blast of light came from the AllSpark fragment, enveloping both Autobots and Decepticons in its brilliance. With an airy boom and blast of wind, the light died instantly. The Autobots blinked their optics, dumbfounded from the sudden light show.
Bumblebee, youngest of the Autobots team, shook his head to rid him of his daze.
"Where's three face?!" he piped.
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Blitzwing watched in a mix of horror and fascination as he careened through a black abyss. Too numb with shock, the Decepticon allowed his motion to be his guide. Blinking, he watched as the shining AllSpark fragment glided over his face. He grabbed the shard, contemplating it for a moment before placing it in his sub-space container. Bending his head upwards, Blitzwing looked ahead to spot a point of light growing larger as he neared it. The triple-changer grunted in pain as he felt a spasm ripple through his frame. Another came, stronger, as the Decepticon cried, briefly. His dental plates grinded against each other as he tried to cope with the unnatural sensation, it was like his frame was being pulled and pushed in various areas; the same way those humans molded those soft materials in their hands. The pain intensified as warning messages appeared on HUD, static flitted across his vision as his system prepared for a forced shutdown. The next second, everything blanked into darkness.
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Blitzwing's vision flickered back online to show him the deep blue, Earth sky. Around the top of his vision, the triple-changer could see the leafy canopy of trees. Nearby he could hear the sound of splashing, possibly a pond being fed by a small waterfall. Blitzwing sat up, groaning wearily as his joints strained and popped from the lack of use. How long had he been out? The Decepticon placed a servo on the ground to get back on his pedes, doing a double take as he noticed something out of the ordinary. Bringing his right servo closer to his optics, he noticed a slight change. There where hinges, kept together with bolts, where his joints were. Uncurling his servo, Blitzwing noted the exposed wires and cables beneath the metal platings.
"Curious…" Blitzwing muttered to himself.
Exposed joints and cabling was almost unheard of for Cybertronians as they were well protected within their frame, like the skeletal structures and muscles of organics. Despite the slight morbidity of the sight, the Decepticon's interest was piqued. Getting up, Blitzwing walked to the pond to take a glimpse of himself. Despite the ripples distorting the reflection of the water, there was no doubt that miniscule details of Blitzwing's appearance had changed. Inside his knees, elbows, and shoulder joints, there were lengths of exposed black cables. His neck was made of large, thicker cables that connected his head and frame together. Blitzwing poked at them with a digit, nudging them slightly and watching them move slightly from the force.
Peering closer, he noticed that his right optic had also transformed. His left optic scope was the same circular, red glass. His right optic seemed to have adopted the same look as it was made of an angular cut, crimson glass. Inside was a lit orb that was his inner optic ball. What used to be black material that separated his optics from his face plate was, once again, exposed cables and wiring. Other than the exposed circuits and his optics, Blitzwing looked like his usual self.
The triple-changer stood up to walk away from his reflection, the amount of gaps in his new appearance gave him the unnerving feeling of being… naked. The Decepticon had lived most of his life-cycle in the armor and metal plates he donned, war had required him to take good care of it and even recharge in them at times. Seeing exposed vital parts of his frame made him nervous, and sometimes many Cybertronians didn't survive from wounds like that (that is, if they were wounds). Given that they weren't smoking, sparking, or leaking energon, this may have been the result of those spasms he felt before going into stasis. But why? Judging from the blue sky, he was still on Earth but not near Detroit. His built-in GPS system indicated that he was at the western side of North America. How in Primus he got there was a mystery. His current situation was one big question, but for now he might as well contact Megatron to let him know he was still functioning.
"Blitzving to Megatron," the fizz of static was the only thing that answered his audio receptors.
"Blitzving to Megatron, come in," the triple-changer tried again, but was met with the same lack of response.
"Lugnut, are you zere? Answer," a third time, nothing.
Slightly perturbed, the Decepticon tried a few times before finally accepting that either his comm-link was damaged or he was in stasis longer than he thought and Megatron and Lugnut had left Earth without him. The latter was impossible, given that they were stranded on this planet without any means of transportation, but it eased his processor (somewhat) that there was a reason to their silence. Next plan of action, return to Detroit as soon as possible. The Decepticon positioned himself, knees bent, as he prepared to transform and take off into the sky. A growing whirr sounded from his thruster as they warmed up for the flight, but the shrill cry of an alarm sounded and caused Blitzwing to stop.
"Now vat?" the triple-changer growled as he did a quick scan of himself while the hum died off.
The results came, his energy reserves were low. Not dangerously low, but the amount of energon in his tanks weren't enough for the trip back to Detroit.
"Looks like ve're stuck here for now," Random chuckled in their processor.
"I told you ve should have refueled before leaving base!!!" Hothead bellowed.
"You two aren't helping," Icy groaned at his others. "It's nothing to vorry about, all ve need is some barrels of oils and ve're done. Besides, the Autobots are no vhere near us."
How wrong Blitzwing was as he walked away in blissful ignorance. For Decepticons; the Autobots were never far behind.
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