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Rules and story in the future their time. Ramiel, Ironhide and Chromia's sparkling is now talking and Annabelle is a seventeen-year-old teenager. Intense story arc and read carefully as all the clues and data are in it. I know, bits and pieces that could be their own fic but are presented here for now. Guessing on what the future holds. Onward to what could be.
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457. Do not underestimate the danger a sparkling or youngling can get into in with his or her innocence and exploring nature.
"Ramiel Starchaser Hide!" a femme's voice growled, as her optics blazed almost purple. Her silver faceplate turned up at the hidden cubbyhole, sensors clearly reading the two small beings hiding in the hollow spot. The metal walls of the ark lower deck ended, still in construction as the stonewalls were carved out with lasers. Off limits to the younglings, they had snuck there to explore and try to forget where their fathers were.
Up above, Annabelle winked at her best friend while he ducked his head, shuttering his optics. "Full name means trouble," she whispered, climbing across the rough stone down to the wall edge.
* I am in for it now * texted across her vision glasses. A gift from Wheeljack and Perceptor, they acted like normal sunglasses, darkening automatically in response to light while hiding their true purpose. A heads up digital display of infinite power and reach. Chromia reached up, snagging the girl then waited as the little protoform slid into view, tiny hands trying to grasp the wall edge before falling into strong dark blue armored hands.
Annabelle's visor cleared as Chromia walked alongside but carried her sparkling. 'Own and wear all the power and tech of a Transformer without it being implanted in me. Not that I haven't asked for it enough times,' the young teen heavy sighed, drawing a look from her Autobot companions. 'Other teenagers ask to stay out late or date, I ask to be more bot than human and still get told no. Being a teenager sucks major. '
Chromia moved slowly but steady, recovering from her battle wounds even as the sparkling essence continued forming in her holding chamber.
'Not that I ever have to worry about carrying a life essence keeping me from battle. Who didn't give me the talk, each in their own way. Only Ironhide seems to understand. When I say I have no interest in boys I mean no interest. Zip, nana, nothing, not a nano click,' the seventeen-year-old teenager groused mentally. 'Ratchet gave me enough information for a lifetime then monitored my every breath to ensure I was developing 'normally.' Bumblebee and several others offered to listen if I needed to confide then the twins, Sideswipe and Sunstreaker played bodyguard for a while. Any human male even came near me and they had a 'talk' with him consisting of red optics glares and energon swords dropping out of subspace, very close to said human male.'
She bit her lower lip, gleefully remembering the footage of several of those conversations. 'Optimus was too busy being Prime, but receiving reports I know. The femmes shared their experiences, information I thought I wanted to know but not really,' she sighed. 'Makes me want that intimate knowing experience not the physical my human form is limited to. How can I love someone I can never feel when we are apart, never know their true essence or cannot survive past their death? Limited to physical snatch and grab and drooling? Yeech.' Annabelle's expression showed her sadness for a moment but it was enough.
Chromia stopped, scanning the teenager before asking, "What's wrong youngling?" Her blue optics spun idly as she knelt down towards the only human she treasured as her own Ram.
"I miss my dad. Do you really think the plan will work?" she temporized.
"Has to. Been in worse with fewer and we still survive," The pride in her spark mate and the others was evident in her tone.
Story Arc - To retrieve the spark of a Prime
"This is bad!" Will Lennox muttered and ducking down as more of the metal ceiling plates shook and buckled. The silver metal dust floated down to mix with his silver hair. "This is taking too long!" The Cybertronian tunnel was proving more of an obstacle than they had anticipated even as their friends moved in on the Decepticon command post on the metal planet's surface.
Running, dodging, he and the Witwicky's struggled to keep their balance. The access tunnel was small by Cybertron standards, a bare twelve feet high and only about fifteen feet wide. Abandoned for warfare and forgotten as resources dwindled, it had decayed and filled with its own crumbling debris around abandoned equipment. Unstable, lit by only the high power lamps the humans carried, it was still their best bet. A large resounding crack sounded, instantly all three humans looked up then dove for the sidewalls. More of the ceiling collapsed, the dust hazing over their lights.
"Mikey!" Sam yelled then coughed, trying to see over the debris for his wife. His deep man's voice carried easily.
"Here!" she answered back, climbing over a pile of slagged metal further ahead. She wiped at the dust by her eyes, the two inch raised cheek scar prominent against her flushed face. "We have to keep going. The power connection is just ahead." Her thin muscular body cleared the debris in a jump as she advanced. Long black hair swung in a tightly wrapped ponytail as the men followed it like a waving beacon. Communications from the battle overhead filtered in through their headsets.
"Cons are coming out both entrances, infiltration teams stand by. We'll hold them here," Epps announced.
"Team one ready at first junction main doors," Jazz and Amiodarone answered.
"Team two hidden and waiting by the control room," Mirage and Hound answered.
"Retrieval team ready," Ratchet reported his and Moonracer's status.
"Spacebridge is under our control but not for long," Bumblebee reported, his British tone strange to Sam's ears even after hearing it for years. The young scout still preferred music to communicate but the mission was too important and he stuck to language.
"Taking heavy fire, pinned down. Need help here," Cliffjumper called for assistance.
"Rolling now," Sideswipe answered, the excited hunting tone in his vocals. His twin's growling agreement in the background.
Reaching a turn in the tunnel, the three humans slid to a stop, double-checking their location on the portable map sensor. "This is the wall," Will confirmed as they backed up, he and Sam pulling blasters off their back straps.
Mikeala's right arm shifted into her blaster, the hand and fingers transforming away as the main barrel formed. She grinned, feeling the sheer power conveying through her system as it charged. 'Spent all my time worrying about Sam being the one killed or injured and Soundwave targets me. Sam is a human Prime and off limits to his plans but not beyond hurting him through me. Fires to cripple not kill. Ahh,' she continued to grin, recalling the battle two years later after that attack when she had appeared right in front of Soundwave, her right arm transforming and firing at his spark chamber. 'Did not get through the armor but the surprised look in his optics was priceless.' The right side of her body began hurting, feeling as though it was burning again as the weapon reached full power. Focusing, she mentally undid the safeties, letting the red beam shoot out, melting through the metal where the wall met the floor and rising in a crimson arc.
Sam concentrated, firing his hand held blaster same time as the others to burn through. 'We have to do this. I still cannot believe what happened.' Memories flashed through of the battle, the odd flash of light as the Decepticon seeker Thundercracker had appeared behind Prime, dropping the backpack device onto Prime before Ironhide's blast shot the seeker down. The flash, the scream in Sam's mind as the center of Optimus chest disappeared, his lifeless chassis falling forward as his optics went dark. The screams of the Autobots as he was gone and beyond their reach.
'I don't know what was worse, that moment or realizing the device stole Optimus spark intact back to Cybertron as a prize. Elita and I could not make the others listen to us fast enough that his essence was online, trapped and disembodied. Reaching for us through the ancient Primes.' His thoughts shifted back to present time.
"Only Starscream would plan that with Megatron in stasis under Autobot control, making your enemy a displayed prize instead of bargaining," Sam muttered, releasing the blaster trigger as the hole completed, the cut metal shape falling over with a metallic clang.
Mikeala leaned in, spraying the container of liquid freezing agent to cool the hot metal edges. The waves of heat drove them back even as her nannites counteracted the intense heat. Chucking the empty can, she nodded, hopping though and down to the floor on the other side. No enemy fire appeared nor heavy treads of approaching enemies' mechs or alarms sounded. The floor was smooth, the area finished and clear of debris. Running, they cleared the first corners then reached the power connections. In under a minute, the charges were set and they retreated for the rusty tunnel again.
"Phase two is a go, repeat phase two is a go," Will broadcasted over their encrypted lines.
"That will teach them to not pay their power bill," Mikeala quipped, reforming her hand and arm to its flesh looking counterpart. The explosion shook their entire area, throwing them off their feet. Rolling, they sprang up, years of combat training and fighting for their lives in battles against Decepticons automatically kicking in.
"Teams go! Get that spark back!" Will yelled.
Six minutes of radio silence as they ran, waiting to hear. Explosions and static filled the line then "Got Prime and on the move. Need cover," Ratchet signaled, alarms in his area nearly blaring out his voice.
"Status?" Bumblebee asked the question they all needed to know.
"Lost a little weight but Optimus is fiery as ever," Moonracer replied.
"Ride is ready, first passengers already on their way." Bumblebee said, the distinct sounds of a closing spacebridge behind his voice.
"All units, bug out, bug out. Christmas present delivered. Repeat, Christmas present is delivered and unwrapping," Epps smugly reported.
Inside the Decepticon command center, Supreme Commander of all Cybertron and Master Ruler of the Decepticons glared at his smashed throne chair, the darkened space at the top where the orb had held Optimus spark. The fried chassis of two smaller lifeless Decepticons ignored as he moved forward, unable to believe a raid had stolen his one great prize.
"They will pay for this!" the mech screamed high pitch, his red optics blazing with hate. The doors behind him hissed open and Starscream turned; faceplates contorting as his arm rose to blast whichever unfortunate under bot disturbed him at that moment.
"I'm home," Megatron growled. The silver mech's optics rotated as he took in the disheveled control room, the battle char marks and Starscream backing up, his lip plates moving without making a sound.
"No rescue attempt, no tracking where I was frozen in stasis, and the Autobots have retrieved their leader. You fail me yet again," the Decepticon leader intoned as the door slid shut behind him, cutting off the only escape route.