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This story is loosely connected to "Wailing in the Night". Hopefully if you liked that story, you'll like this one.
I am a horrible updater, which is why I write mostly one shots. I will never abandon a story though, so this will be finished.
The report sat on his desk, tossed down in somewhat disbelieve. The transport they had been on had been destroyed and all signs pointed toward a Decepticon attack. No spark signatures had been detected in the general area surrounding the crash.
Optimus rubbed his servo on his faceplates. As time kept moving forward, the likely hood that they would find anyone alive became less and less. The loss of mechs under his command was always hard on Optimus, but the loss of the two younglings on the transport was even harder. They had only begun to experience life, even if it was a life of war and chaos.
Optimus sighed and grabbed a blank data pad. He was unsure of how to break the news to the primary guardians of the two little bots. He was sure that Prowl had already calculated the odds and suspected the worst when the search team commed with their report. Prowl would be upset, but at least he was more likely to be mentally prepared for the devastating news. Optimus was more concerned by how Ironhide and Chromia were going to react. Neither was known for reacting without causing some sort of destruction if they were upset or angry. Optimus was positive that this news would both upset and anger the pair.
There was a knock on Optimus' office door. "Come in," he said.
Ratchet entered with Jazz and Red Alert on his heels. "Optimus," said Ratchet "is there any word?"
"Blaster has been keepin his lipplates sealed, man," said Jazz "And Prowl has been pacin a whole in his office." Jazz's visor briefly flashed, the only hint that he was worried.
"I'm afraid the outlook isn't very good," said Optimus "There have been no spark signatures detected."
"They clearly haven't checked everywhere. Why, there must be dozens of places those two could have hidden in. I'm sure one of their temporary guardians has them in an old mine shaft or something," said Red Alert. The normally paranoid mech seemed to be using his knowledge of the hiding spots of the young twins to think of a place the two younglings were.
"Both Softwind and Lightfoot were found deactivated in the transport," said Optimus. He closed his optics for a moment. "No trace of them has been found."
"You don't think the Cons took 'em, do ya?" asked Jazz "They'd suspect they were important to us."
"Blaster has not picked up any communication to indicate it, nor has anyone tried to make contact with us," said Optimus.
"Ah can arrange a team to infiltrate the closest 'Con base to their last location. Find out if they have them or any of our other mechs," said Jazz with a nod.
"How many are still missing?" asked Ratchet.
"The teams are not sure, but so far fifteen out of the twenty on the transport have been identified as deactivated. However it is unclear what happened to the remaining five. At least three are suspected as also being deactivated," said Optimus handing copies of the report from the rescue and recovery team to the three mechs in front of him.
"That just leaves two bots," said Red Alert.
"The two remaining bots are the younglings," said Optimus.
"Primus," said Ratchet.
Jazz quickly downloaded the report. "I will talk to Prowl. The team should be ready to depart in a joor. I will keep you informed." With that he walked out of Optimus' office.
"At least Prowl will be doing something productive to find them," said Ratchet.
"How are the twins handling it?" asked Optimus.
Ratchet snorted "As well as two younglings can. They're scared and not sure what to do. I don't think it ever occurred to them that younglings could get hurt with the big tough Autobots there to keep them safe."
"They haven't even so much as tried to pull a prank," said Red Alert "I would be sure they were replaced by Decepticon spies if they hadn't left Ratchet's quarters since the attack was reported."
Optimus sighed again "I just worry how this will affect them. The loss of Bumblebee and Bluestreak would be hard on everyone."
"So," said Ratchet "Who wants to face Ironhide and Chromia? At least Jazz is speaking with Prowl."
"I don't envy Jazz for that," said Red Alert "But I would prefer to be on another planet when Ironhide and Chromia hear this."
"I will speak with them," said Optimus "Bumblebee is their only creation in their optics. Ever since the destruction the Youth Center near Kalis, Ironhide and Chromia has known where he is at all times."
"I hope you can keep their rampage to only the holo decks," said Ratchet.
Praxis. "I shall comm them now. No need to keep them on edge any longer."
"I will have a response team ready if they get out of hand," said Red Alert.
"I don't think that will be necessary," said Optimus.
"It's only to prevent them from actually running off looking for trouble," said Red Alert.
"He has a point," said Ratchet.
"And I see it," said Optimus "Alright, I will comm you if they get truly out of hand."
Red Alert nodded as he and Ratchet turned and left their leader's office.
Optimus sat back in his chair and sent a prayer to Primus to watch over and protect the two missing younglings. He refused to think that they were deactivated. Bumblebee and Bluestreak were too young and innocent to have left this world yet.
-Ironhide, Chromia, please come to my office-
Faraway, further from the comfort they were used to, were two younglings. Bumblebee lay curled in a tiny ball on the ground. He had a nasty gash on his leg and was completely covered in dirt. In front of him sat Bluestreak, glaring at the mech that stood a few feet away.
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