But You Don't Have to Take My Word for It
[Location: Autobot Base]
Ratchet observed the readout his station was giving him on Elita-One's current location. He had detected an odd energy flux and the Autobot fem had been quick to volunteer to go, since it was a populated area. A small island off of the coast of Maine, the most northeastern state of the United States of America, called Griffin Rock.
"You should be near the coordinates," the medic stated over the comm-channel.
"And luckily for us," the custom trike replied, "it's not that populated. Mostly a small costal fishing town, with a few hotels for the tourists. Other than that, most of the central part of the island is rather untouched."
[Location: Griffin Rock, Maine]
Elita was admiring the view as she sat on her motorcycle form, overlooking the Atlantic Ocean while the sun began to set behind her. There was a cool breeze so she had removed her helmet and let her hair down. She even had a small video camera out, recording the view and atmosphere to show Ratchet later. The more time she had spent with the older bot, the more she found she had in common with him, and the closer he came to her heart. So she took every opportunity to share her human world with him, be it music, movies, pictures, and most recently home movies.
Despite his grumbling at first, Ratchet saying he 'saw' most of the landscape when he use to go out with the others to search for energon before the Decepticons renewed their attacks, he slowly began to appreciate what she was sharing with him. He might have seen what he was driving through, but he was self–blinded to the beauty of it.
"I wish you could be here, Ratchet," she spoke gently over the comm.
"Maybe one of these days," he replied as gently, "when we can take a joy ride."
Closing the side of the camera, Elita tucked it away on her bike form before revving up her engine to pull off more towards where energy flux was occurring at. Slowing down, she took in the large thinly wooded cliff as she had to carefully drive around the trees. As close as she came in some places to scraping a tree there was no room for her transformed state to go through. Pulling up to where there was a slight wave distortion in the air, like a circular rippling pool on its side.
"I found it," Elita said as she got off of her bike, scanning the area with her eyes before pulling out the scanning device that Ratchet had given her that linked her data with his computer system. "Is this coming through?"
"Receiving the data, Elita," her friend back at base replied. She heard the excitement and concern in his voice over the find. "It's actually quite similar to our ground bridge."
"What do ya think's causing it?" she asked as her arm relaxed to her side as she looked up at the disturbance.
[Location: Autobot Base]
"I'm not detecting any energon in its energy signature, so it's not of Cybertronian origin," Ratchet's fingers danced across his console as he focused up on the readout on the screen. Urgent beeping drew his attention to another part of the screen. "Elita, it just spiked! Get away-"
He was cut off from her shout of urgency, the sound of her robotic form transforming, and a sudden rush of static over the comm-channel. "Elita. Elita-One!" On his screen, he watched as the odd energy spiked and simply vanished. "Elita, come in."
Firming, the medic opened up another communication. "Arcee, I'm sending a ground bridge to pick you and Bumblebee up. Something's happened to Elita."
[Location: Griffin Rock, Maine]
When the disturbance violently bubbled out at her, Elita raised her arms to shield her face as she gave a shout of alarm. As she felt it begin to wrap around her she also felt her larger hands grabbing a hold of her before both bodies were yanked violently forward. Her larger form tucked her closer to itself, unable to open the torso to place her in it, and curled up in as much of a ball as it could form.
It was the sound of metal scraping metal as she bounced twice before spinning in a skidding halt. The abuse hurt and uncurling, or even moving, didn't seem appealing at the time. Stretching out her senses, she tried to get a feel of what happened.
There were worried voices, one male and one a young female along the sound of a rush of air, at least what she could hear past the ringing in her ears, and the smell of smoke. Elita focused to see what her larger form could. No longer was she in the woods, or even outside. She somehow ended up in some laboratory. It was a very dangerous situation for her to be in, especially when the young human female came running up to her. The girl crouched down to look at Elita and yelled something at the older man with her.
Doctor Greene nodded with a smile as the last of the flames that had leapt to life in his latest experiment were extinguished. Apparently trying to make a window that followed the Multi-verse theory wasn't as 'well-woven' as he had thought. He was saying as much when Frankie ran off to look at what had flown through the window he had created.
"Hey Dad!" Doc Greene heard his daughter call to him, "it looks like the robot is holding a human. And I think she's injured."
Carrying over the fire extinguisher, the head scientist for Griffin Rock stood beside his daughter to look down at the two still curled up in the floor. "I do believe it would be most prudent to call Chief Burns." As Frankie ran off to make the call, Doc Greene knelt down beside the bot's head, gently patting it. "You did well, my friend. Your human companion will be safe."
Well this is a pickle, Elita thought to herself.
Author's Note: This was written for my daughter since she enjoys both shows and likes being read to, especially while I'm trying to write around her head. If you haven't watched Rescue Bots because you think it's too 'kiddy', you might want to consider watching it. There are a lot of jokes in it for older watchers who are 'forced' to watch it that make it worth watching.
I do not own Transformers Prime or Transformers RescueBots.