Hello there, this is Windy and Lyrica speaking, welcome to our fanfiction. First we must warn you that this is edited from our long rpgs, there is a LOT to edit still, but we've got a ton written to last us ffquite a while.
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This is an AV (alternate version) story mostly guided by OCs (original characters) although we do give a lot of highlight to the original TF characters as we go.
I'll start with the warnings:
Torture, violence, rape mentions, slash, sex scenes are included.
Pairings:
OCX? (at least 4 of them), HoundxMirage, JazzxProwlxOC, OptimusxElita, Ratchetx?, IronhidexChromia.
STORY TIME COMPARISONS:
Breem - 10 cybertronion minutes
Groon- 1 cybertronion hour
Klik- 1 cybertronion minute
Nanoklik- 1 cybertronion second
Joor- 1 cybertronion day
Orn- 1 cybertronion month
Quartex – 1 cybertronian week
Vorn- 1 cybertronion year
1 Vorn = 80 human years =29200 human days.
25 Orns = 1 vorn = 1168 human days = 1 orn
1 Orn = 16Quartex =73 days =1 quartex
Quartex=12 Joor = 6 human days = 1 joor
Joor =12 Groon = half human day = 1Groon
Groon = 50 klik = 10 human minutes = 1 klik
Klik = 20 nanoklik = 50 human seconds = 1nanoklik
"SPEAK"
'BOND SPEAK'
- COMM LINK-
Date: ERROR From: 'P' To: C Been too busy and haven't had access to a decent terminal as of late. I'll be going silent again for a little while after this. Thought I might as well drop off these pics though. Don't be surprised if they aren't exactly the best in the world, I haven't exactly been in a good mood as of late. Friend's been accused of being a traitor and was recently forced to hightail it. What tick's me off is that he's been nothing but loyal to the cause. It's his fragging superior. He never liked him to begin with, claiming that he only attained his position by being a kiss-aft. If that were true, he'd have long been dead.(not to mention I'd want nothing to do with him)
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Date: ERROR From: C To: 'P' I'm sorry to hear about that, I hope your friend makes it back safely somehow. I'm sure that if he is as loyal as you say things can be cleared out. Sadly our faction lives of groveling and much waxing, and at times fails to see true potential in us. Hopefully your friend will not befall to these faults. As for the pictures, thank you so much! Even if they were the most smudged thing in the universe I still enjoy them! :3 I do hope things go well on your new mission, and that you finish it quickly so that we can have more of our interesting chats. Mindgriever himself has been very antsy lately and closing himself to his troops, I hear even his daughter is having a hard time finding out what is wrong with him. I can only guess this means we will be moving into some plan of his soon enough.
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... Date: ERROR From: 'P' To: C Mindgriever, huh? I know you're loyal to him and all that, but honestly, I really hate that guy.I don't trust him. Though admittedly, part of it might be his association with another mech. Offer still stands if you wanna dump him and his crew and be transferred somewhere less confining. No offense, but from what I've been able to pick out, he basically keeps you as a prisoner despite what he says. Someone that protective obviously has something to hide that they don't want the other finding out. Then again, I suppose I'm not free to do as I like either. At least, not completely. Still, I certainly have a lot more then the regular Con. Something I'm going to take advantage of. Lord Megatron's been dancing around the issue concerning my friend and has yet to take effective measures to return him safely to us. I realize that he's got his own stuff to do, but he hasn't even moved to punish the one responsible for my friend's retreat! (His excuse being that he still requires the fat mech to complete some task and doesn't want anything ruining that) I'm gonna be stomping my pede down after I'm done with my mission and demand he takes charge of the issue. In other news, it seems that the crew here has spotted an escape pod. Looks like it's one of ours. They're on their way to retrieving it now. ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
Date: ERROR From: C To: 'P' Ah...^.^' it really isn't that bad here...sometimes it is better not to know things. And should you really speak of Lord Megatron that way? Or even react the way you say you do. I understand you have high standards but showing concern is many times seen as a weakness...particularly by him. Besides, the higher you are in command, the more trouble you get. And an escape pod? Well that certainly isn't one of ours, we're still fixing them from last battle.
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From: 'P' To: C I am well aware of the fact that Lord Megatron highly disapproves of such...concerns and anything that would reflect the characteristics of one of those filthy Autobots. Any Decepticon would. And while essentially every member of our faction is only out for themselves, there have been those that have at least some small level of kinship among each other. Not even my Lord Soundwave is exempt from this. His casseticons are proof of that. Besides, I've good reason to support my comrade. I would not be who I am today were it not for him. My drive for the cause would hardly be as strong, if I remained alive up to this point. At first my drive was from my Lord Soundwave and Lord Shockwave, but their presence in my life dwindled after only spending so little time with them after our first meeting. While they're reasons and purposes were the same as my comrade, it wasn't them that were around to teach me what it means to be a Decepticon. Megatron is aware of this.
Aside from that, Megatron tends to be rather...tolerant when dealing with me. You'd probably find it rather disturbing but sometimes he will even take on an almost fatherly tone with me. Sometimes, he will even counsel me on some matters if for some reason I feel uncertain about something. And unlike with others, he doesn't go screaming or taking out his frustration on me. (although part of that might be because I make a point to converse in a respectful manner and refrain from talking back) Don't get me wrong, I take none of these things for granted, nor do I intend to abuse these privileges.
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Date: ERROR
From: C
To: 'P'
Do be careful my friend, you tread dangerous waters.
Once again, thank you for taking your time to actually get me some visuals of the outside world, I would have eventually gone insane were it not for you.
Now, I believe you need some rest before your mission, and I myself have an appointment with our medic. I'm afraid I've been taken a little bit ill as of late, but nothing to fret about I'm sure.
All the best wishes, C.
... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... Date: ERROR From: 'P' To: C Kay, just make sure your boss gives you some elbow room. Hope you feel better. As usual, make sure to delete these messages. (or ensure they aren't opened or found) Damn Autobots are making it hard to breath nowadays and I certainly don't intend to give them any leads. Not that they'd be able to find out who I really am by asking you. 'P'
Space.
It was an infinite abyss of many things; species, planets, wars, stars, but most of all, what it held, was silence... peaceful yet unsettling silence. Even if there were sound, it would still seem like it was actually quiet. This was one of the few things Prowl liked about space, and it was what many times calmed him down when he needed a short break from his work.
It had been nearly 10 Vorns since the war had officially started, although of course, as many from his time knew, it began much, much sooner than that.
The destruction of their planet was a heavy toll on all of them, Autobot and Decepticon alike. All that was left for them, was hope. Hope that some survived Megatron's insane attempts to stop them from leaving the planet. Hope that someday all this conflict and torture would end...Hope that the future generations would maybe, someday, have a safe place to grow up in, far from cruelty and destruction.
His processor wandered for a while in memories, trying for the millionth time to see where they went wrong, what could be done to correct it, what measures to take...how far would they go? His thoughts continued flowing like an unending river as he watched through the window the stars that passed by. The river came to a pause at the sound of light rhythmic footsteps. Prowl continued to stare through the glass outside, however.
"We're gainin' on them, Prowler. Just a couple more cycles an' they'll be within sight. I've already got everyone preparin'." Jazz said, folding his arms and standing beside the tactician."This con ship...you said it might have that spy onboard, right? How exactly are we gonna handle that one if it is? According to previous encounters, he or she is able to infect someone with a virus just by touchin' em."
Prowl's unemotional gaze remained fixed on the stars outside.
"Good...make sure they're ready...I believe our battle might start sooner than we expect "he said, his optics glinting slightly, giving Jazz a look only he could read.
"Of course...but ya still haven't answered my question...what do we do if we run into that spy? We don't have anything that can effectively counter those viruses." The saboteur said with his visor dimming.
"Avoid direct contact at all costs logically...depending on our situation we'll have to try and trap it. A spy this powerful is too great a risk to let wander at will..."
Jazz let out a sigh.
"Right. Well, you take care then. I'll go give Prime the status report, as well as make sure our mechs are doin' what they're supposed to. And when I mean take care, I'm serious Prowl. This one might actually try gunnin' for ya." He said unfolding his arms, his lips pursing into a thin line.
"While your concern is appreciated, it is not necessary. I am well aware of every potential target within the Ark, including myself." He said turning back to his office, his door wings held high in a discrete and subtle display of his confidence and pride.
"For the millionth time, I'M SORRY. Need me to spell it out for you? S-O-R-R-Y. Saar-ee. Sorry. How long are you going to be like this?" Sideswipe said from his spot in the dark and disgusting cell while Sunstreaker glared at him from the opposite side.
Despite all his apologies, Sunstreaker did not relent. This was embarrassing for Primus sake! Him! Stuck in a filthy, disgusting, Decepticon cell! All because his own twin couldn't watch his own back! He mentally grumbled to himself, only stopping when his sensitive fins caught the sounds of voices from the other end of the brig. Sideswipe, sensing his attentiveness, went quiet. They were dragging something in, it sounded heavy, and they made that clear through their complaining.
"I'm telling you, if we use the torture scalpels it will open much easier!" a small bot said to his partner.
"Where's the fun in that? I say we go for the explosive gel to open it. We can use those after we get the prize inside." Said the other. Both the twins narrowed their optics.
The other looked at his partner oddly.
"You're either demented or ignorant, there're things much more interesting we can do with an Autobot femme other than the regular routine of torture" he said smugly.
"I, for one, like do to a little damage before going for a midnight dance lesson." The other said chuckling deeply.
"Oh? I was thinking more like showing these bunch of losers what we do to their so called hopes" he said giving the twins a cocky grin as they passed their cell. Through the glass of the pod they could spot the female body inside, though badly torn up and wounded, the autobot symbol was displayed proudly on its almost bare chassis.
Sideswipe growled. "Say that to me up close and personal you ugly sodding piece of slag." He said darkly as he approached the lasers bars of the cell. The two Decepticons snickered, pulling the escape pod the rest of the way, Sunstreaker watched them quietly with a dark look, his feelings matching his brother's.
"Maybe we can do both things at the same time right in front of them" they carried on. "You beat her, I frag her. Right in the middle of the hall. I'm sure Bastillion wouldn't mind" they laughed at the idea, entertained with themselves.
"Just keep talking, thin stick! Once we're out of here, you can bet that ripping you both apart is the first thing I'll do!" Sideswipe yelled after them.
The two mechs simply brushed him off, their smiles not disappearing. They had to leave the escape pod in the hall because it wouldn't fit through the door, but they were soon covering a section of it with the explosive gel and set to open the darn thing.
'Frag it, Sunny, what do we do? We can't just sit here!' Sideswipe said looking warily to his brother.
'I'm thinking...tch...what is taking Prime so long? They should have met up with us by now...' the golden warrior said getting to his pedes as well as his optics re-evaluated their cell carefully.
A small explosion and a few streams of smoke were enough indications that the mechs had opened the pod. The twins could hear their eager chuckles as they moved to inspect its interior.
"Oooo! Its pretty beaten up, but it's a good one!"
"Yeah...looks like we'll have to skip right to the dance lesson. Oh well."
Suddenly there were sounds of the other prisoners getting up and getting to the edge of their cells. They started protesting and yelling out at the two cons angrily as they started to touch the femme in places they shouldn't. Some even dared to go thrashing into the laser bars of their cells.
"Keep your disgusting servos off her!"
"Frag me instead! I swing both ways!"
"You won't get away with this!"
"I'm gonna mount your afts on the wall of my room when I get out of here!"
They dragged the semi-conscious body to the middle of the hall, one of them kicking her on the side to turn her around.
"I say we can still beat her up a bit...she's still kicking after all," the small on said grabbing one of the femme's arms and twisting it in an unnatural direction, making her instinctively try to scream even though all that came out was static. The joint in her elbow popped unpleasantly. The other mech joined him, grabbing the other arm. Although instead of twisting it, he forced her hand to touch his chassis in ways that seemed to please him.
"You like that don't you?" he teased the femme. Her optics narrowed in pain as she couldn't bare to look at the various prisoners just watching that. The other proceeded to do the same with her achingly broken arm.
"You sick fraggers! You're dead! You hear me!" shouted one of the prisoners who's cell was getting a front row seat to the terrible show.
"Fight them! You have to fight them!"
"Yeah! Come on! Whack 'em! Do something!"
"You're gonna be iron shavings once we're outta here, decepticons!"
"Unicron nor Primus hath no fury as scary as a femme! Now beat those slaggers! Tear them apart!"
The whole brig was starting to go into an all out rage.
Their shouts only seemed to entice the two Decepticons, one moving down, digging his face into her neck, earning himself a gasp-like sob. The other kept up with her broken arm, forcing it to roam his metal. The bots became more and more riled up, but nothing they said seemed to do anything, until with a flicker and strange sound, all lights went out.
"Hey! What the slag?" one of the torturers shouted in alarm. The silence that met him was deafening as the realization hit every single spark in that brig...the laser cells were off...but more importantly, there was a hum of a cannon. The last thing the first Con would see was the fire erupting his head into bits, flying everywhere with violence.
The femme's other captor stared on in horror at her cannon, his red optics bright and pale in the darkness even when the hum of her weapon went silent. Angry blue optics flashed brightly as they stared on at their prey. They immediately started rushing out of their cells to the Decepticon who dropped the femme and tried to run. It was a futile attempt. They immediately preyed upon him in a furious assault.
"Get his key codes!"
"I call dibs on his weapons!"
"Forget that! I call dibs on being the first to give him a knuckle sandwich!"
"Too late for that!"
Before others could join in on the Decepticon guard's punishment, the doors to the brig hissed open to reveal security drones as well as more shocked guards.
"Whoo! It's party time now!" One of the prisoners yelled.
Those whose cells were near the entrance immediately rushed them before they could act and rid them of their weapons. Meanwhile in the other end of the hall the twins had taken to being among a whole lot of others to crowd the injured femme. Only instead, they had ushered them to move away and give her space.
The grey female sat up shakily, staring at the floor with her face shadowed. Faltering and flinching with every move she slowly got back on her feet and managed to go still, her feet completely stable and immobile, she kept glaring at the floor. Before anyone could realize it, her body started smoking, a few mechs tried to approach her gently, thinking she was probably malfunctioning until her entire body burst into flame, though she seemed unaffected and it was continuous.
"Hey, what's she doin'? We're on her side!" One mech said backing away.
"Considering the circumstances I wouldn't be surprised if she wasn't aware of it. She's probably a bit loony" another said grimly.
"Just shut up, guys, and give her space." Sideswipe said.
The femme turned on her feet half-balanced, swinging a bit. Her actions did not go unnoticed by the other prisoners but they certainly didn't pause in their fighting the cell guards and drones that kept coming in.
"Cavalry is here boys! Ark's invading the ship now as we speak! Saw the boarding dock jammed into the ship!" someone said from the exit.
A mech carefully approached the femme whose flames were finally dying down as her form sagged and began to fail at standing. Cautious not to be attacked himself he picked her up with ease considering he was one of the tallest around.
"Come on! The ways been cleared up! Grab what you can off the cons! The one's that managed to get weapons, make sure to cover those that didn't! " Sunstreaker called over them, noticing the lack of enemies coming through. As the mech holding the femme carried her on their back, her body went limp. Her form was incredibly light not forcing him to do any strenuous movements.
Others made a circle formation around the two, the twins taking up guarding the front of the circle. The prisoners didn't have to go very far until they found where the rest of the Autobots breaking into the ship and taking down any Cons in their way.
"Well, well, looks like the prison break started without us!" Ironhide said smiling as he let off a burst of rounds from his rifle.
"Course they did, 'Hide! We did cut the power after all!" Jazz said alongside him. "Everybody, give the prisoners cover!" The mechs without weapons hurried ahead under the cover fire, hoping to get back on the Ark as soon as possible.
The mech that carried the mangled femme stopped briefly by the weapons specialist and TIC "Did you bring any medibots with you?" he said looking back to keep an optic out for any incoming glanced at them before abruptly shooting another Con. He had questions but now wasn't the time.
"CMO should be 'round back near the dock hatch! Now get yourselves outta here!" Jazz answered. He stopped the twins however. "You two are with me, we're headed for the main bridge!" He said kicking up some weapons from the dead soldiers and tossing them to the two mechs. The two nodded in unison, dead set expressions on their faceplates as they followed after the quick footed saboteur.
As they headed around the corner, a group of drones and soldiers blocked the path. While the twins took cover against the corner wall, Jazz went dashing ahead, dodging the heat of their guns with stunning grace and acrobatics. As he came near he suddenly jumped and started running along the wall past their group to the rear and started taking down the stunned foes.
"Time to shine, Sunshine!" Sideswipe said as he went back round the corner again and started firing his shots while rushing the Cons. Sunstreaker growled
"How many times do I have to tell you? Its SUNSTREAKER! S-U-N-S-T-R-E-A-K-E-R!" he said as they ran forwards into the crossfire, ramming against enemies with enough force to knock them out. "HOW HARD CAN IT BE TO MEMORIZE THAT?"
He proceeded to show how much it irked him by ripping off the head of a drone and throwing it at his brother's own helm. Sideswipe however, ducked just in time, letting the drone's head hit a bull's-eye into the last Cons face, knocking him out.
"Nice one, Sunny."
"I missed" he said dryly, glaring at his brother with promise of a never ending punishment. Sideswipe smiled looking at the smashed face of the soldier on the floor.
"Nah, I'd say you got him pretty good."
"On your pedes, mechs. We potentially got a major threat onboard this ship." Jazz said waving the two to follow him.
Sunstreaker gave his brother another glare.
'Don't screw this up again' he scolded him, it didn't help they were there in the first place because of him.
'Hey, I said I was sorry, didn't I?' Sideswipe going into an annoyed look as they started following the third in command.
Sunstreaker would have argued further had they not just gotten a warning of a threat. He was annoyed yes, but his concern for himself and his brother was higher than that. Sideswipe snorted at him as they drew near the door. They braced themselves as they opened the door and hugged against the wall to avoid the sudden shots of gunfire that came at them. Jazz immediately threw out a flash grenade, blinding their foes. He then went rushing in with a jump and landing his foot on one of their faces before getting his pedes on the floor again.
The two mechs followed suit, smashing their way through, not even bothering to waste any of their gunfire since the enemy was temporarily blind from the flash grenade.
Twisting the neck of his enemy until he was offline, Jazz hurried over to the main computer of the ship and immediately set to hack it.
"Cover me while I tap into this thing. No doubt that more will be coming through here."
"Right." the two said getting in position.
Off to their right another door opened where they immediately open fired at the security drones that came in. It was like an all out brawl that came afterwards as more kept flooding in. Eventually they had to resort to using their guns as clubs to take out the sparkless security.
"Just take your time, why don't you?" Sideswipe growled to Jazz.
"Believe me, I'm TRYING. This thing's code is whacked up like you wouldn't believe!" Jazz said as he kicked away a drone that crawled his way. A beep then sounded as suddenly all the drones that had been crowding them offlined, falling limp. "That better?"
"About time" Sunstreaker huffed kicking one of the offline drones out of annoyance.
"Right..."Jazz said going back to his work. His optics widened underneath his visor as he jerked himself away from the console, ripping out the cables he connected himself to before the screen starting going on the fritz and shorting out.
"What? You got shocked or something?" Sideswipe asked trying to put in some humour. Jazz gritted his dental plates before answering only to be interrupted.
"I can assure you, he would've gotten more then just a shock if he hadn't pulled out in time." Said a distorted voice from the shadows in the room. Jazz's optics brightened.
"Sideswipe move!"
Before Sideswipe could react Sunstreaker tackled him away from his spot where a black and hazy form suddenly moved to attack. It proceeded to rush at Jazz who was suddenly engaged in a dance of dodging the foe's attacks. Jazz grunted as the dark phantom's optics narrowed at him. He began launching attacks of his own, dropping down to sweep his feet.
The disguised Decepticon did a flip, evaded the move and landed behind the saboteur. He wrapped his arms around his torso then lifted him up and bent backwards, slamming his head on the floor before letting go.
Before Jazz's assaulter could do anything else he was forced to dodge Sunstreaker who suddenly leapt into the fray, throwing hard punches of his own. Sideswipe followed shortly after him and decided hitting low with a kick. With precise timing and movement the spy jumped and angled his body horizontally, narrowly missing the attacks before landing on his feet and doing a harsh spinning kick on the two, sending them on their backs.
Their distraction was enough though, as Jazz was able to get back on his feet, albeit with a cracked visor. He didn't give time for his enemy to go for the twins as he engaged the mass of black fog again.
While fighting he did his best to take in whatever information he could, noting the skill, the strength...the spy's small and lithe size...how he must have been using a vocal-processor-distorter...he couldn't quite make his exact form however due to the ominous disguise...He had to keep focus on the fight though.
The twins got themselves up ready to move in only to be told to keep their distance by the saboteur, much to their displeasure. As Jazz made to strike, the viral spy back-flipped a short distance then charged at him with an outreached fist. Jazz instantly raised his arms to block, but through the short moments his visor caught on to the red glow that came from his opponent's forearm, his fist turning into an open hand. He barely moved in time. There was a quiet snort from the dark assassin that only Jazz heard as he swiftly exited through the door.
"Follow that spy! Don't let him get away!" Jazz said running after him.
The trio transformed and raced after the running spy, their engines roaring. Turning the corner however they came to an abrupt stop as they found the black ghost to be already gone.
"What the frag? We were practically right up to him before he turned the corner!" Sideswipe snarled. Jazz transformed pointing at the vent and jumping in to find the ventilation cut open. He quickly followed the vent a ways to find that it led to the outside of the unmoving ship...The spy running across it's top and leaping onto the Arks roof.
-Prime, Prowl, spy's on the roof of the Ark!- He called through his comm. link as the spy's red glowing hands glided on the ships surface, causing havoc to the ship's systems. Jazz went racing across over to the Ark himself as he saw the spy forcing the a top hatch open and jumping through. He cursed. -Nevermind! He's going through hatch 3!-
-Acknowledged Jazz, we'll take care of it from here, make sure every one of our bots gets back to safety first.- Prime's voice told him.
-I got the evacuation covered, Prime! Go ahead and keep going on yer end, Jazz! Get that fragger!- Ironhide said through the comm. link.
-Thanks 'Hide, I will!- He said sprinting on and delving into the hatch to follow the Con's trail. He cursed as he found mechs knocked out in the hallway. Turning the corner he finally spotted the target again, going through the door to the bridge's security like nothing with that accursed touch of his hand.
Jazz launched himself at the spy, the two crashing and rolling past the doorway into the bridge where Teletraan was and went about pinning down the spy's wrists to the floor.
"I don't think so, buddy!" He said as those within surround the two. With a grunt the spy narrowed his optics angrily at the Saboteur.
However he had one more trick up his sleeve, much to the Autobot's ire as lavender whips shot from his palms into the mechs face, causing him to falter and be kicked off. With fast speed, the spy flipped onto his feet, the ribbons on his hands gaining length. He spun around in a fashion and before they all knew it, he had gotten everyone except Jazz trapped in a glowing web, unable to move.
Immediately the spy started towards Teletraan only to pause and jump into the air, doing a spinning kick towards what seemed like nothing. The sound of metal hitting metal filled the air followed by something crashing to the floor, the familiar form of Mirage flickering into view trying to recover from the harsh kick.
Jazz got up from the floor and placed himself between the spy and the computer. He would have been using his gun if he didn't risk hitting another as well as harming the Ark's systems.
The spy growled at him, his red optics flickering dangerously. Immediately they went back to fists and kicks, spins, flips and jumps. What Jazz had over the spy in reach, the foe made up for in extreme flexibility. Again they soon found themselves crashing on the ground and rolling on the floor, coming dangerously near the computer. That was when the spy had had enough. With strong legs, he pushed Jazz off and whipped his hand at the computer, the ribbons materializing from his hand and latching on the computer's screen, making it immediately light up and start going on the fritz.
"NO!" Jazz body slammed the spy but he only kept going. That is until an axe came flying through the doorway, cutting the lines from the spy's hands and shattering the screen, the computer going into emergency shutdown from the attack before it lost it's data. The spy froze in his place, his optics going dark...slowly. He looked towards the doorway, an imposing red and blue form. Jazz noted the emotion that filled the spy's optics even as his leader pointed his plasma rifle at him. His form going stiff and trembling at the same time but not in fear...no...It was in anger. Before he even knew it, he was shoved back away with a strength he didn't think was possible for the spy to possess, and sent crashing to the side...his form stuck in the wall.
"Don't move. There's no where for you to run." Optimus said with his finger dangerously close to pressing the trigger. The anger in the spy's optics only seemed to grow.
"Bastard...Don't go acting like you're some messiah of peace and justice! You're no better then me or any other Decepticon!" His distorted voice seethed in anger.
"Stand down Decepticon," Optimus's calm yet war hardened voice demanded, his grip on his weapon steady. "If you don't abide, I'll give permission to all my soldiers to kill you, by now everybot knows you're here, all exits are sealed and halls heavily guarded."
The spy's anger grew into bitter amusement. He started chuckling lightly, the volume of his voice steadily growing louder until it broke into an all out bitter laugh. It stopped abruptly however as his optics went back to showing anger.
"Don't be so sure of yourself. Did you really think I'd go infiltrating the Ark like this without thinking ahead? That I would go breaking in all loudly with such a large show with nothing to back me up?" Optimus stood quiet, his mask making it impossible to tell his emotions. The dark phantom grunted. "Yeah...that's what I thought. I've already done what I had to. Would've done more, but turns out you got lucky. Now unless you want the fallen mechs you came past on your way here to die, I suggest you let me out of here without a fuss. Or would you really like to see your own soldiers pull the trigger on themselves...?" He said folding his arms. Inside the hallway behind the leader the humming and clicks of guns at the ready could be heard.
Optimus barely looked behind himself, giving them only a glance from the corner of the optics, not wanting to lose the spy from sight. His optics flickered when he saw his soldiers pointing their guns to their own heads, his friends, his children practically. his grip on his weapon tightened, that being the only small sign of anger from him.
"How do I know you won't kill them anyway if I let you loose?
"To be honest, I'd rather kill YOU..." he started as one of the mechs pointed a gun at the Prime's head. Optimus didn't make any move to defend himself or to take down his soldier.
"Then why don't you?"Red optics narrowed.
"...For what you've done to me and my brethren..." The mechs weapon lowered. "...That would be too easy...too soft. A mercy. Even now, if I were to take you as my own hostage...it would be too easy..." The spy growled with his optics darkening.
"I have done many wrongs, all of them I wish I could go back on, but every single one of them I did to protect those who were being mercilessly killed by the Decepticons," he said resolutely. This only seemed to anger the spy further.
"Yeah right...You've done far worse than whatever we've done..." He said with fists clenching. "And I'll never forgive you for it..." He said darkly as he started walking towards the Prime.
"If your grudge is against me, then focus on me, not on my soldiers. They have little to do with my choices." The Prime said just as he passed him.
"While the offer is tempting...I'm afraid my loyalty and orders override that. I'll do what I need to so that I can fulfill that. And right now, I can't let myself get caught. Trust me, all I want is to tear you apart and subject you to what you've done." He said with venom in his voice as he kept walking. "And as for your question; you have my word that they will receive no harm...Being a Decepticon, this may not mean much considering...but unlike my brethren, I keep to my word. That being said, I don't make promises all that often. "
Optimus said nothing as the spy reluctantly went past him, keeping a stern optic on him. Once out of his sight, the Prime immediately alerted all to the hostage situation, making them stand down. The phantom gave those he past a taunting look, unaffected by the glares and insults that were given out. It wasn't until he was out of sight and hearing range that the spy let out a scream of frustration transforming and going on it's way through space.
Optimus entered the medbay, most of his soldiers jumping at attention automatically. He made a gesture with his hand to calm them down
"At ease, I'm merely here to see how things are going..." his optics quickly searched for the red and white CMO.
The Autobot leader was quickly able to sift through all the medics in the room and find the Chief Medical Officer due to his loud cursing and griping.
"Next time you go getting you're leg blown off, Dabble, I'm gonna have you rebuild your leg all on your own! Not even the twins have gone through as many body parts as you have legs!"
"Hey! We don't get blown apart that often!" Sideswipe said from the other side of the medbay.
Optimus had to chuckle as he made his way over to him, the blue minibot embarrassed at his own fault.
"Ratchet, go easy on the mech. What's the situation on our wounded?" he said giving another glance around. Ratchet gave a huff, giving one last glare at the mech before facing the leader.
"No one's been critically injured and only a few lost a limb or two. Well, everyone except for a certain femme. But she should be alright...the real problem is cleaning out the systems of those that somehow got controlled by that spy..." He said looking off to a certain section of the room. The mechs there shifted uncomfortably, more specifically the ones who had been under control.
"We have a femme on board?" The Prime asked mildly surprised. Ratchet shook his helm.
"Figured that's all you'd hear...Yes, a femme. According to the twins as well as many others the 'Cons grabbed her up in a Decepticon ships escape pod. She hasn't woken up quite yet." He said folding his arms.
"In a Decepticon escape pod? But she wasn't a Decepticon?" He asked, upon the medic's nod the Prime only seemed more intrigued. "Anyway, you were saying about the infected mechs...? Is there anything we can do to help them?"
"Well, yes...but it's going to take a long time. The style of coding that the spy uses makes it difficult for me and my senior staff members. All junior staff doesn't even have a chance at trying to formulate an anti-virus against this. Thankfully, the purpose of this virus was only to control and not to harm them...but we can't just leave it lying around or it could reactivate upon command..."
"I see... do what you can for them." Optimus said glancing at the mechs worriedly "We were lucky this time that our foe did not intend to harm them."
"Of course...but I recommend that we find some way to counter this spy before he manages to do some serious damage...not that he hasn't already..." Ratchet said as his expression grew dark.
"I'll have bots working on it as soon as possible... Wheeljack will undoubtedly need the coding samples of what exactly hit them though."
"Sure thing, but I'm warning you, some of the medics ended up getting themselves infected. Make sure they're careful. And if you want to talk to Jazz, I have him set up in a private room next to the femme's. He's not in critical condition but being engraved into the wall sure put him out of it. That and having his head smashed with some wrestler move I can't remember the name of."
Optimus nodded "Thank you Ratchet, I'll go see if he's awake." he said turning away to the private rooms.
"Might wanna check up on the femme too..." Ratchet said as he went back to working.
Optimus merely nodded. He went to Jazz's room first, intent on getting a more accurate report, but to his disappointment the mech was unconscious at that time, so instead he went to check on the femme.
Quietly he allowed the door to hiss open and stepped in, trying to not make any loud sounds as he made his way to the side of the femme's berth. He looked her over, noting the loss of colour and injuries. Something in his spark told him of something was familiar about this femme though he didn't know what it was. He wondered what she had been through and if perhaps she had any revelation as to what the status was of the Femme Contingent that had long gone into hiding… He shook his helm, right now she was recharging, and like Jazz, he would not disturb her. He shifted on his pedes, facing towards the door, giving the femme one more long look.
The femme's optic lids twitched lightly although they remained closed, the readings of her spark were picking up a bit, going at a fast dance-like rhythm. He observed a bit more attentively, expecting her to wake up, however after a few seconds of nothing more than light twitches his hopes fell. He was just about to leave when her voice startled him.
"It's kind of hard to recharge when you have somebot staring at you so much" Her voice was so hoarse and scratchy, he almost didn't recognize it. He faced her again, his optics brightening.
"Ashbringer...?"
"I'd like to believe so..." she said onlining her optics dimly, one of them flickered every three nanokliks. He went by her side again, his hand moving to pet her head gently.
"I haven't seen you in so long...I would ask how you are doing...but that would be rather ignorant of me...You don't need to worry though...you're safe now..." He said to her gently.
"Right...that's what I've been hearin' all my life, no offense..." her optics focused and unfocused, "I suppose you're here because of the Femme Contingent?" her voice hitched a bit with the effort she was putting to it.
"It wasn't the first thing that came to mind...and I won't be asking until you're feeling better..." He said still petting her gently.
Her optics dimmed further "I don't know anything. I haven't seen them for Vorns" she admitted shutting them off. "I ran away..."He remained silent for a long moment. In truth, he had already known about that fact.
"When you're better, I'd like to know what happened...if you'll tell me. I won't force you. Neither will I force you to stay on the that is your wish." He said to her after a while. "But Flamer, I'd like you to consider staying, at least for the time being.
She let out a sigh "I don't got much of a choice there...I can barely feel my legs...the whole thing had to be operated on and I still didn't regain feeling from it...though I kind of lost track of time..."
"Don't worry, Ratchet and the others will fix you right up..." He said pulling up a seat beside her. "Are you thirsty? Would you like me to get something?" He said gently taking her hand.
"I'm fine "she said in a familiar childish tone. "Or in case you didn't notice, those things dangling above my head are called feeds, and they're used for feeding the patient directly into...ah you know what I mean "she joked.
He gave a light chuckle. "I see you haven't changed..."
Her expression shifted almost immediately to a disappointed one at that. "Didn't I...? Wonder why that is..."
"Well, essentially you haven't...You're still as stubborn as ever."
"And slagging proud of it," she said with a snort only to be interrupted by a cough of her own throat.
Again he gave a light chuckle. "Of course. I wouldn't know who you are without it. It's one of you're defining features. "He said patting her hand.
She pouted childishly at that "You wouldn't say that if you knew a few other bots of my choosing" she grumbled mostly to herself.
His optics creased showing he was smiling underneath his protective faceplate. "Being passionate is also another feature. As well as how strong your perseverance is. You never stop, no matter how hard things get for you." he said petting her helm once again.
Her cheeks tinted a bit with pink "Now you're just waxing my metal, its not gonna convince me to forgive you though. I'm still mad."
"I know...but it's my hope that you'll allow me a chance to redeem myself...and that you'll accept my apology someday..." He said his tone somewhat sad. "I won't make anymore excuses or explanations...You're already aware of them all, and no doubt only become more upset with each one that is given to you..."
"One shouldn't ask for forgiveness. He should avoid it at all costs, so that it will never error." she said calmly. "Or so they said...errors can be painful and harsh and even unfair, but they are what end up defining us. I am only alive because of those mistakes."
He raised an optic ridge. "It seems you have changed at least a little. I don't think I've ever heard such sagely wisdom from you before...You've matured, Ashbringer."
"Pft...Hardly...I'm just repeating words from the guys" she shrugged, but ended up wincing at the movement with a hiss.
"I seem to recall you not listening much to such things. Or at least falling asleep while hearing them." He said as he rested a hand on her shoulders to still her movement.
She was quiet for a moment "It was different...sort of."
"The verdict remains all the same. You've matured." He said.
Her blush returned "Is that even a good thing?"
"I suppose that would depend on one's perspective. I cannot speak for you or the others but in my view, I would say that it has, young one." He said in a positive and encouraging tone.
"R-right..."she said sounding like her voice was fading; her spark readings were going back to the normal rhythm steadily. They two remained silent for a long moment before the Prime shifted in his seat.
"Would you be opposed to me informing your friends that you're here?"
She onlined one of her optics to look at him, her spark giving off a higher set of energy "Is my brother still around?"
His optics dimmed somewhat at the question. "No...he currently is with Kup and part of the Wreckers crew." He said shaking his helm.
Her optic brightened a bit at the news "Then its fine...how is he doing anyway?"
"From the last report I received from the Wreckers he seemed to be doing fine." He said reassuringly.
"I see...that's good...I'm a bit relieved by that..." she drawled. He chose not to comment.
"Bumblebee has become quite the scout since you've been gone despite his young age. And the twins...well, they're still as troublesome as ever...but Sunstreaker seems to have mellowed out somewhat."
She snorted "Well that's a bit hard to believe... but I'll take your word for it..." she paused a bit "What of bluestreak? Last I had seen of him he was on his way to being a good sniper."
"One of our best if not actually THE best."
A tiny little smile twitched on her lips "Good...and I'm guessing by the amount of shouting earlier that Ironhide and Ratchet are still kicking..."
"Yes, they certainly are. And neither of them show any signs of slowing down."
"I'll have to remind myself to give Ratchet news from Infrared..." she said mostly to herself "He'd be proud of her now; she has her very own medbay."
"Is that right? Well, I'll have to congratulate her. Maybe Ratchet will present Infrared with her very own special throwing wrench." He chuckled.
"She has his first wrench in a pedestal in her medbay..." she said dryly "That thing is as dangerous there as it was here..."
He laughed a little harder at that. "Somehow I think he'd be happy to know that."
He didn't receive an answer for that, the femme simply remaining quiet.
"They'll be happy to see you, Ashbringer. They all will." He said after another long moment of silence.
She didn't answer for a few kliks, giving him the impression she was in recharge but then her lips frowned. "I can't stay...I have other things to do...obviously I won't go anywhere when I need repairs...but don't expect me to stay...I haven't gotten her yet..."
His optics seemed to dim. "...So then...You're still searching..." He said quietly.
"...Not exactly..." she paused "I found her...but I can't get to her"
Silence reigned in the room. "...Are you certain of this...?" He asked in a solid tone.
Her frown deepened to a scowl, optics lightning again with a glare "The average endurance of a twin whose counterpart died is of half a Vorn, its been nearly eleven Vorns Prime...and I'm still here. I saw her with my own optics...but...I can't reach out to her...not even when I'm close...I touched her, we've fought each other...so I know I wasn't hallucinating, further more the others saw her as well."
He let out a heavy sigh. "I see...Then I believe you.I'm sorry about upsetting you, I'll need your friends that saw her to testify to that however, since others would not be so believing. I hope you aren't offended by that."
She bit her bottom lip, clearly annoyed with something "Problem is I have no idea where they went to... I had to leave them behind and go back to Elita's but when I got there..." she went quiet.
Optimus read the look on her face. "We'll just have to find them via the communication grid then. We can put it off until then." He said.
"You won't find them that way... I found their ship...well...bits and pieces...along with other type of debris and limbs." she said darkly "I didn't find all of the tripulant's according body parts, so I don't know who died or not...I didn't find a single entire body."
His expression turned to one of hurt and sadness, overcome with shock his voice seemed to be stuck inside him. A tense silence reigned between the two for what seemed like a long time when in fact it was only a few kliks. Finally the Prime wrapped her hand again in his own.
"I'm sorry...You don't need to say any more..."His voice had a certain fatherly quality to it.
She looked up at him, evaluating. "Not right now I don't...but I'm the only chance you got of identifying the ship who probably has them...I didn't have too much time to check on the damage before they caught me as well." her optics dimmed "Though...that's another story..."
"So there are survivors..."
"Possibly...I heard femme screams when they took me to their ship...but I don't remember much from my stay there. I didn't see any of them..."
"I see..." he shut his optics off in thought, " As soon as you're able, I'd like to debrief you on the matter. If they are currently being held captive, then we should move to free them as soon as possible..." He said then giving a heavy sigh, " I'll need to inform all bases as well as ships of this new development so that we can work together on finding their whereabouts. Prowl will have to perform an overhaul on rearranging the task force he built so that he can form a second one to focus on the missing femmes..." He said solemnly.
She nodded quietly "I got away by luck...since my appearance isn't usually that of a femme I was to be discarded and destroyed...I got lucky and got out...the others won't be as fortunate."
He gave a nod. "Yes I know...Which is why we need to hurry to make up for lost time..." He said trying to think further on the matter. "...We're still looking through the Decepticon ship that we attacked...It should still have the escape pod you were in...If it's not too damaged, perhaps we can gain something from the pod's computer banks..."
"I doubt you'll be that lucky...he erased everything...he didn't want me to go back there..." her optics dimmed.
He paused. " He...? "
Her optics offlined, her voice going lower than a whisper, "Don't know..."
He noted the increased fatigue in her voice. "...Alright...I think I've kept you awake long enough...Get some rest, Ashbringer. You've done enough for now...we'll talk more at another time. " He said resting his hand on her forehead as though to cast a spell of recharge.
He received no answer from her as she fell back into recharge. Walking back out he found the CMO glaring daggers at him, clearly annoyed for having taken so long in there.
"I know I said for you to check in on the femme but really! That one needs to recharge. " He said folding his arms in a huff.
"She had to get some things off her chassis Ratchet...seems we have to review our entire plans yet again...inform me as soon as Jazz is free, I'll be needing him to hack into the escape pod's systems."
Ratchet let out a tired sigh before nodding.
"So...you know who she is don't you? I'd advise putting off the news until she's better rested or she might get smothered." the medic said as he and a couple others were going to enter the room to work.
The Prime nodded, "She permitted me to announce it, but I will give her some time to rest, and for everyone else to calm down. The soldiers seemed a bit more riled up than usual."
"'Course they are! Some had their friends taken prisoner on the ship and those who were captured had to put up being under the mercy and hygienic standards of a Decepticon prison. Mind you, they didn't stay long and there are other influencing factors, like the fact that a good portion of our soldiers were being controlled against their will." The CMO snorted.
Again the prime nodded, his calm optics surveying every soldier in there.
"We'll give them some time. If they ask about it, say you can't tell under my orders." he said walking off to the exit.
"Will do." Ratchet said lifting his hand in a farewell gesture.
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