Hey Everyone,
This story will be a fairly short one as it is a request fic for BabyBumblebee17-the first person to ever request a story from me! :D This is the first chapter out of multiple although I may be slow at updating it.
Maverick1997
Twin Bond
'Comm. Link'
"Spoken Word"
My wings cut through the earth's outer atmosphere as I strived to put as much space between myself and the Decepticons as possible. Despite the Decepticon insignia displayed on my tailplane for the world to see, I still tried to get away from them. The energon in my lines moved sluggishly as there wasn't enough of it. Energy depletion warnings flashed across my HUD but I quickly overrode them. I had to keep going!
I don't know when I decided to find the Autobots but soon my scanners were searching the earth for an Autobot spark signature. My engines started to fail and I plummeted to the ground, my F35 aircraft mode unable to glide. Just as my body was about to crash into the ground I managed to transform and land heavily on my side. One last energy depletion warning flashed across my HUD before I fell into stasis.
My engine rumbled as I sat impatiently waiting for my brother to meet up with me. The last few hours had been spent patrolling the area around Tranquillity for Decepticons. Of course, my full attention hadn't been on the task; instead it was split between thinking up an extremely good prank to use on the Hatchet and the patrol. I couldn't wait to get back to base and put the plan into action. I could already see the Hatchet's faceplates as he found all his tools bright pink. Bouncing slightly on my wheels I continued to wait... and wait... and wait. Even though my chronometer showed me that it had only been five minutes since I had pulled into the parking spot, it felt like forever. Even as I thought of comming Sunny, his bright yellow alt form pulled up beside me.
What took you so long slowpoke?
What's with all the human terms slaghead?
Aww sunny, I'm hurt. I thought I was your favorite sibling.
Sides, your my only sibling.
Oh, right. So when can we get going? I have an epic prank that I'm just dying to put into action.
This prank doesn't involve the hatchet does it? Actually, don't answer that because I'm not going to help you with this prank.
Uh huh, sure you won't sunny.
Giving an irritated huff sunstreaker spok over the bond. Can we just leave already because those femmes across the road look like they want to touch my paint.
Finally! I've wanted to leave this parking lot for ages.
In response Sunstreaker just peeled out of the parking lot, tyres squealing as he picked up speed. Sides followed swiftly, preparing to race his brother back to base.
Out on the open road Sunstreaker and Sideswipe gunned their engines and pushed themselves to their maximum speed. As they sped back to base both of them picked up a fading Cybertronian energy signal. Grumbling under his air cycles about having to go off road, Sunstreaker reluctantly followed Sides towards the signal. Before long the twins were at what appeared to be the site of an aircraft crash.
As they reached the area where they detected the signal they could see small aircraft parts and tiny pieces of torn metal were strewn everywhere. The fuselage, most of the wings, nose and tailplane of an aircraft were still attached together and lying in a smouldering hole. Right where the debris got really thick there was a large, smouldering hole, with part of an aircraft sitting in it. The fuselage of the aircraft was still attached to the majority of the two wings, the nose and tailplane of the once operable aircraft. Some of the small vegetation in the area had been set alight by sparking wires but luckily no dense vegetation was nearby to be set alight. A faint curl of smoke threaded its way out of the fighter's engine.
Strangely, the aircraft was bright orange and black in colour, showing that it wasn't one of the human's fighter jets. Most of the aircraft was black with thick orange stripes running down both sides of the fuselage and across the middle of the wing, lateral ways.
Wary of the F-35 Strike Fighter being a Decepticon the twins unsheathed their swords. Sunstreaker made his way around to the other side of the airplane before they both started to advance upon it. Reaching the aircraft they immediately started looking for an insignia. Two minutes of searching had passed before Sideswipe moved the wing of the aircraft slightly. It was that movement which exposed the damaged but still visible Decepticon insignia.
"Sunny, it's a Decepticon. We should comm. base and inform them."
"Already ahead of you bro," Sunny said as the comm. link was accepted by Optimus Prime.
'Optimus Prime this is Sunstreaker. Sideswipe and I have found a damaged Decepticon fighter jet on Route 23 leading into base.'
'Do we know the mech?'
'I don't believe so sir, I haven't seen this alt mode before, neither has Sideswipe.'
'How badly damaged is the Decepticon?'
'Not coming out of stasis anytime soon and will most likely offline without medical attention in the next couple of earth hours.'
'I'm sending out Ratchet and Ironhide. Once Ratchet assesses the damage we will figure out what to do. Unfortunately I cannot come as Director Galloway is once again on base.'
'I still don't know why you don't just squish him and be done with it. He is jeopardising our existence on this planet.'
'You know that is not how we do things even though it is tempting at times.'
'I know, preparing to hold position. Sunstreaker out.'
Once closing the comm. link Sunstreaker turned to Sideswipe and informed him of the situation. Transforming back into their Lamborghini forms they settled down to wait.
The sky was becoming overcast when Ratchet and Ironhide showed up half an hour later. Ratchet, wasting no time, went straight to the Decepticon's side to assess the situation. Ironhide, ever distrustful of the enemy, ran in depth scans of the surrounding area and warmed his cannons. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, getting annoyed with the long wait just stood around talking over their twin bond. It wasn't until Ratchet made sounds of distress that they broke out of their separate thoughts.
"It's a femme and she's badly damaged. I can fix her enough to get her online and able to move but that is about it. Even then I'll need to set up an energon drip while I work."
"So the Decepticons have online femmes as well. I wonder why they never end up on the battlefield."
"I can only think of two reasons why she hasn't been seen on the battlefield before, either she has just arrived or they were trying to force her into breeding. The latter is much more likely."
In response Ironhide growled, Sideswipe nodded grimly while Sunstreaker just stood there scowling. Ratchet turned back to the femme's body, working quickly to stabilise the energon flow and bring the Decepticon back online.
Ten minutes later and Ratchet had made enough headway to risk pulling the femme out of stasis lock. Being extremely careful in case the Decepticon had gone offline with battle commands engaged, the chief medic triggered the codes to bring her fully online.
Energy efficiency 47%...
Booting up systems...
Running full systems check...
Systems: Damaged, in need of repair
Status: Functional
Surroundings: Enemies
Engage battle protocols...
Battle protocols engaged...
Channelling energy to blasters...
Audio receivers online...
Optics online...
My battle protocols engaged, the moment my optics came online my body transformed and sprung away from my previous position. Retractable wheels met the ground as I assessed the situation before me. Three Autobots, which I recognised as Ratchet, Sideswipe and Ironhide, stood before me looking wary.
The bulky black one named Ironhide had both of his cannons primed and pointing at me, most likely prepared to shoot at a moment's notice. Sideswipe, the silver warrior, had both energon swords drawn and pulled up in an offensive position. Directly beside him and in an identical position was Sideswipe's twin, Sunstreaker, a bot of equal deadliness on the battlefield. Closer in front of me, the Chief Autobot Medic, Ratchet, had his hands in their tool forms, most likely because he had just fixed me enough to bring me online.
Overriding the battle protocols was hard but once I did I remembered why I was on the planet Earth. I had been looking for them. Realising the Autobots were not an immediate threat I offlined my two hand-held ion blasters and subspaced them before retracting my wheels and straightening up.
The cables in my wings and neck protested harshly at the movement, sending error signals straight to my HUD. Stumbling a little at the sudden rush of data, I would have fallen over if not for the medic reaching out to my arm and steadying me.
"I am Ratchet, Chief Medical Officer for the Autobots. The rest of the mechs behind me are a bunch of pit-spawned slag heads so don't pay them any attention."
An indignant protest came from Ironhide before one of Ratchet's famous wrenches collided with his helm. Sunstreaker just scowled more than usual while Sideswipe protested in a similar fashion to Ironhide.
"I'll make sure to keep that in mind."
"You, slaggers, keep your lip plates shut before I weld them together." Ratchet threatened before turning to me, "Now that you're online we need to head back to base so I can finish your repairs. It will be rough going for you as we head back to base but I can't transport you offline."
"I understand," I replied, grimacing a little at the thought of the pain to come.
Ratchet quickly subspaces the items he must have been using to work on me, before telling Sunstreaker to help me over to the side of the road.
Sunstreaker responded with a scowl, something which must be common for him. I don't know why the Chief Medic thought it was a good idea for Sunstreaker to help me; he looked to be the one who distrusted me the most. Admittedly Ironhide looked like he wanted to blow my wiring to Cybertron and back. However, Sideswipe only appeared slightly wary of me and not at all like he wanted me offline.
It was only then that I realised the medic must have scanned me... and found out what Sideways had done. Shuddering slightly I tried to hide my suddenly dark thoughts from the three Autobots. I'm not even sure if any of them caught my expression, a good thing too.
The yellow Autobot warrior moved to hover on my left side, impatiently waiting for me to start walking towards the main road. Thinking that getting to the side of the road was preferable to being the cause of another argument between the three I started to hobble slowly towards the road.
After taking only five steps, the yellow twin got thoroughly fed up with my slow pace and literally swept me off my feet in order to carry me ten long strides before dumping me unceremoniously on the side of the road. Hissing as my damaged armour hit the hard ash felt I stagger to my feet before triggering my second transforming sequence. Instead of changing into my F35 form I transformed into my Lotus Elise form, ready to get the trip to the Autobot base over and done with.
My plating was uneven, causing the wires to twist in unusual ways. The result of this was an uncomfortable ache with no relief. The sooner we got to the base the sooner my body would be able to start to self-repair.
No sooner than Sunstreaker had dumped me on the road, he and the rest of the bots were in their alt. modes and ready to go, my transformation being slower than all of theirs'. The two twins raced off ahead as Ratchet and I started up our engines and set off at a slow but steady pace in order to not aggravate my injuries. I had a feeling the Autobot CMO wouldn't be happy if any of the wounds reopened after he had patched them up.
Memory Log:
The rest of the trip to the base was uneventful although by the time we arrived I was borderline stasis lock. The experience is one I never wish to repeat. I can't believe for once I'm actually creating a memory log although I'm sure I'll forget where I am when I wake up. Hopefully this log will help me realise I'm in the med bay and that I shouldn't bring my weapons online.
I'm not sure what's gotten into me, usually I'm the outgoing, doesn't take any slag from nobody femme. Something must have been knocked out of place when I crashed because since I came out of stasis I haven't been acting my usual way at all. Hopefully the self repair system will fix the error before I come online whenever the CMO takes me off the drugs he's put me on..
My systems seem to be getting more sluggish by the second and there is only minutes until I fall into a drug induced stasis. There's just one more thing I want to remember... why did I feel so jittery around that yellow twin? Was it because I knew his record as a warrior or was it something else?
...Systems shutdown
Stasis in ...3...2...1...
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