A short story exploring Brightshine's adventurous yet sometimes dangerous side.
Daughters Keeper
A beep sounded from the central computer in the large room. Ratchet raised his head from a project he was working on. Brightshine strolled by and saw the map that came up on the screen.
"Hey Grandpa Ratchet, it seems there's something going on in New Mexico." The young grey bot said pointing at the map.
The large orange and white medic came over to the console and started typing.
Brightshine smiled as she watched the large older bot. She remembered when she was little and he found her nickname for him quite annoying. But over time, the seasoned bot got use to it and hated to admit the name sorta grew on him.
"It seems there's Decepticon activity out there. I'm surprised Agent Fowler has not called-" But before the large medic could finish, another com line opened and the Agent in question shouted for Optimus. Ratchet shut his eyes a moment at the loud human voice. "-us."
An image of Agent Fowler popped up on another screen as his voice came through. "What is happening out Agent Fowler?" Ratchet asked.
-It seems after the Decepticons were dealt a rather large blow not too long ago; the decepticons have now eyed some top secret government weapons in New Mexico. Probably feel like they need some new toys since half of Megatrons forces are gone.-
Brightshine held herself a moment. She thought about Hard-Wire and that crazy doctor he cares for. She knew they worked for the wrong side, but she couldn't help but worry about them. Especially since the doctor has his secret ties to her mother.
Brightshine made her way to the other end of the large room. She decided to let the adults discuss what they had to, but she kept a decisive audio receptor open.
"Optimus, Bulkhead and Arcee are away on another mission. I'll send Bumblebee and Smokescreen right away."
Brightshine felt anxious inside. She had spent much of her time studying or practicing her battle techniques or keeping an eye on her little brother. She knew it was time she went with them to help.
As Bumblebee and Smokescreen prepared to leave, Brightshine grabbed Ratchet's large hand staring up at the older bot.
"Grandpa Ratchet, can I go with them? Please. I can help, I know I can."
Ratchet looked at the teenaged female bot beside him. "Go with them?" A dry chuckle escaped his mouth. "Absolutely not."
"But I've been training. What's the point of training if I never go on missions?"
Bumblebee put a hand on the girls shoulder. "Training is important in case you might have to defend yourself. But it doesn't mean you have to throw yourself in the face of danger." Bumblebee smiled at her warmly. "Besides, your mom and dad don't want anything to happen to you."
Brightshine crossed her arms watching the two approach the ground bridge that just opened up.
"I think I liked you better when you couldn't speak." The girl mumbled to herself.
"Take Care you two." She heard Ratchet say. "And no unnecessary stunts."
The older bots words were aimed at Smokescreen who shrugged his shoulder plating before transforming into his vehicle mode along side Bumblebee.
Brightshine stood there in the corner of the room seeing the large vortex of swirling lights. She glanced at Ratchet who turned his attention back to the computer screen.
The young grey and pink female bot lowered her eyebrows, a large grin spreading across her face. She saw Ratchet typing.
A mechanical sound came, barely audible over the thunderous sounds of the ground bridge. And as the vortex closed and the lights vanished, so too was a certain young grey and pink bot.
To Be Continued…
