Syndrome - G'day!
Airstrike - Evenin!
Bullet - Erm... Hi?
Syndrome - Heh... Me and the guys here thought we'd have a go at this whole 'uploading memory files onto the net for people to read' thing...
Bullet - If Sam comes in... it was all Strikers idea...
Airstrike - Hey!
Syndrome - Relax! If Sam comes in she'll thank us for doin it! Now where's the Disclaimer button... Lets try... this one!
DISCLAIMER - I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS, BUT THE CHARECTERS IN THIS FLICK ARE COMPLETELY BY MY DESIGN. WELL SAM'S DESIGN REALLY... SINCE WE ARE THREE OF HER CHARECTERS... AND-
Airstrike and Bullet - Enough of that already! ROLL THE FLAMING THING!
Syndrome - Alright! Now how do we start it...
Bullet - A programme expert... stuffed up by a simple human computer...
Designation : Syndrome
Programming Medic
-Commence Memory File Playback-
A Test Of Paitence
Sam sighed, starting at the empty radar. It had been vorns since she had seen him... and now with Syndrome missing and her only medic hurt she was hoping he'd stop by... She used to love it when he visited. When he was here... she could chat to him about what it was like living two lives, always knowing one of them was a lie. They had both lived like that...
"Sam?"
Flash had entered the room and she hadn't noticed. She turned, facing the small red mech. His blue eyes looked at her. Sam could read his facial expressions easily. Worry. She sighed. She couldn't actually remember the last time she had seen him smile... But thinking about it more she came to a simple conclusion. She had never seen him smile...
"Anything?"
Flash shook his head. Sam closed her eyes before she spun back around to eye up the radar again. It had been weeks. No wait, a few days. Well it felt like weeks. She sighed again as the door hissed. Flash jumped round cautiously as Airstrike entered the room to relieve her from duty. Before he could say a word, Sam had already jumped down from her black spinney chair.
"Night" she left the room quickly and quietly, not uttering another word.
Airstrike was confused, but put it behind him as he replaced Sam's position in a larger chair. Flash turned to leave as well, seeing as he wasn't needed.
"Flash..." he jumped. The sound of someone calling him always startled him.
"Y-yes Airstrike?"
"What are you doing awake? I thought you'd be asleep by now"
Flash cast his optics on the ground "I-I can't sleep... Not while knowing he's still out there somewhere..."
Airstrike nodded "Napalm I'm guessing... How can you be sure he's still alive?"
Flash didn't answer. His optics were glazed over. A couple of tears fell down his cheeks as he broke down into another crying fit. Airstrike couldn't stand seeing him upset. He opened his arms warmly.
"Don't cry Flash... come ere" he said. Flash walked over to him sniffing. Airstrike smiled as Flash gripped onto him. He hugged the youngling.
He also had a friend missing.
Shaking, trying not to break down too, he hugged Flash harder as he tried to get to grips that Syndrome probably wouldn't be coming back. He couldn't cry, not now. It was ok for Flash; he had only just hit the youngling stages of his life. But he was a full grown warrior. Show no weaknesses... No, he couldn't do it. Flash cried quietly still latched onto him. Airstrike lent his head gently on top of Flash's as he too began to cry. Bullet had gone out to find the others. His best friend was also out looking for the two missing soldiers, but right now, right now it felt like he had died. He doubted he'd be seeing him again as well...
"It'll be alright Flash" He sounded terrible, his voice showing he was crying as well.
"It'll be alright..." he whispered this time before sniffing and allowing more tears to fall from his optics.
.:...:.
Sam walked towards her quarters, reeling over the previous battle. Her walk sped up slowly as she thought about how Rollz had reared up to attack her... and how Syndrome had dashed in the way to stop him. Before she knew it, she was running to her room, tears streaming down her face. The doors opened and she literally jumped onto her bed, grabbing a nearby pillow. Syndrome and Napalm... she hadn't known the Decepticon Executioner long, but Syndrome had been one of her closest friends. He was the fourth mech to join her team... He had joined twice come to think of it.
The first time had been a coincidence... He had stumbled upon their deserted ship and curiously he had explored it, finding their presence. The second time... well what how to put it... The first thing he had done was save Flash's life...
"Sam? You alright?"
Sam jumped up. She had been thinking and sobbing so loudly, she hadn't heard Cannonball enter the room. Sam was about to nod her head, she had to be ok. She had to be strong, for her team's sake. But even commanders had their limits...
"We aren't ever gonna see them again are we Cannons?"
Cannonball was shocked. Being one of the oldest and most experienced in battle it was his job to keep people in line. He comforted Sam through problems like this... be them emotional or physical. He would always be there for her... He always would be there for her. It was hard for him to keep his cool over this situation, but he must, for the teams and Sam's sake. He wandered over to Sam's king sized bed, thanking Primus in his head that Syndrome had made some shrinking devices so that they could see Sam face to face. It also meant he could come into her room. Without another thought passing his mind he sat down on the corner of the bed.
"I just got back from searching..."
"And?"
Cannonball shook his head. He really didn't want show her what he had found, but she was his commander and she had to know...
"I found this..." He opened his hand.
Sam crawled over and took a look, then broke down crying again when he saw what he had. Sitting in Cannonball's hand was a grey piece of armour with the Freelancer insignia on it. It was Syndromes. Sam picked it up, still hugging her blue travel cushion she had grabbed, the top of it soaked from her tears. She looked at the scrap of metal she now held between her thumb and finger. Yes... it was defiantly Syndromes... She just hoped that she was wrong... but on closer inspection it was obviously his. She put it down gently on her bed. Cannonball lowered his head, suppressing every ounce of emotion he had. Sam crawled over to him and hugged him.
"There's still a chance he could be alive... the Convicts could've taken them both back to their base..." Cannonball perked up, hoping to stay positive
"True...but what are the odds of that? Now they have their brother back..." she trailed off, remembering Grindz betrayal. He had returned to his brothers' side... She couldn't stand the fact he was gone... she couldn't loose anyone else... It was ripping her apart...
THUMP
Sam jumped. She hadn't been watching the time. Firestorm must've collapsed again. She sighed. out of the entire fleet, Firestorm was the only one who hadn't been affected. Right now he was in his room, his head embedded in his work, his mind locked away...
THUMP
Again!? This time, it was coming from the hallway not too far from her room. After the crash a quiet whimper could just be heard in the silence. Cannonball was the first to react. He left the room quickly. Sam followed after wiping her tears away.
Skartplug lay on the ground in front of them. The medic looked up and slowly staggered to his feet. Using the wall, Skartplug gritted his teeth and squeezed his optics shut as gears creaked and whined in protest. Some gears started to squash wiring, making every movement painful. Cannonball caught him as he fell forwards, Skartplug's legs giving way from his own weight.
"Wo... Don't worry I got you..." Cannonball reassured Skartplug
"What are you doing up?! I told you to rest!" Sam's words were strong and strict.
"I...I ha...ve some ...n...ews" Skartplug's voicebox strained. It was painful for him to talk; well it would be for anyone if their voice box had come into contact with an acid pellet. Cannonball shifted him to get him into a more comfortable position. A sudden quiet rip from Skarts back made him arch forward, his optics tightly shut and his teeth gritted in an attempt to stop himself from crying out in pain. He breathed quickly as a small trickle of Energon leaked down his back and over his other wounds, making them sting. His body tensed up too. Sam couldn't stand seeing him like this, and quickly she made a decision she was hoping she could avoid.
"Cannonball take him back to medbay. I'm gonna fix him myself"
"But Sam you can't-"
"I can make some minor repairs"
"Bu-"
"Look at him Cannons! He's in agony! The best I can do is fix him up a little Now DO AS I SAY FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE!" Sam bellowed at him. She didn't need him protesting her orders, not now. Cannonball flinched, then slowly turned and walked the injured medic back towards the medbay. She wasn't good at fixing things true. But she had fixed Cannonball, which was also true. She sighed, rubbing her temples. She hated shouting at Cannonball, it gave her a headache...
Airstrike - That it?
Syndrome - I think the things broken...
Bullet - Uh oh...
Sam - What's going on in here? WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING TO LEO!?
Bullet - Busted! Bye! -runz-
Syndrome - Temporary Malfunction...
-Intermission Interrupted-