The first… three chapters I already have written and typed, they just aren't ready to go yet! LOL. I'm not sure if the genre should be part Hurt/Comfort… Cursed does have 'Bots and Cats getting over past hurts and fears, but it's more of an Adventure thing. Knockout really outdid himself this time!
BTW Cursed is simply a side story I'm working on while I wait for feedback on Survival's recent chapter. Can't exactly continue with Chapter 4 of Survival until I have feedback, so go check it out, peepers! Gotta love the peeps… peeps… peeps… peeps… peeeeeeeeeeps…
I like the chickie and bunny peeps. Okay… back to latter subject! Please have mercy on my grammar. Still working on it. My grammar book hates me. But my Math book loves me as much as to be a little too close… in my personal space… I despise math. -_- (yes, the mathbook thing was a rant/vent/thingy.) F.Y.I I do own all the OC Warriors in Cursed, but I sadly don't own the Autocats… as Autobots, I mean. I'd be perfectly content (maybe) if I owned the Decepticons… they need a serious makeover *smirks * as in a new paintjob and everything!
Megatron: *whimpers *
Me: Oh God… I made Meggieton WHIMPER! EPIC VICTORY!
Megatron: *morphs out his cannon *
Me: Epic Fail… *runs away screaming (happily, might I add) * COME JOIN MY TRANSFORMERS FAN SITE AT . ! Oh, and my Bronies United site at . (long name, I know. It was all that was open…)
Furyclaw eagerly trotted along beside the Blazeclan leader, Goldenstar, her orange fur glistening from the recent bath she had given herself before leaving camp. Only two moons before, Furyclaw had finally been accepted into the Clan, and a moon before that she had shown up wounded from her escape from the flames of Diamondclan. Behind the orange and golden tabbies sauntered Sealeaf, and aqua blue/green tinted she-cat; Tigersky, an orange tabby she-cat with black tiger stripes; and Dieselfang, a pitch black tom with an always menacing glare, due to his disfigured face from a fox attack on the nursery when he was little.
"I smell something…" meowed Furyclaw. "Smells somewhat like rogues."
"Let's check it out then." Goldenstar replied, crouching down beside the warrior in the bushes. Furyclaw moved forward to the edge of a small clearing, claws unsheathed and ready to screech her motto when she attacked. Sealeaf raised her head above the leaves, her green eyes scanning the clearing. She gasped at what she saw.
"There's cats alright, they're funny lookin', and they don't look awake. Maybe they're resting…" Sealeaf meowed.
Furyclaw gave her friend a confused look before she bounded out of the bushes, hissing. "Feel the Fury of the Claw, punks!"
The unconscious cats simply stirred at Furyclaw's noise, and a particular royal blue tom with red highlights groaned from the opposite side of the clearing.
"Eh, must be hard of hearing." Furyclaw mused, trotting over to the blue and red tom. She took a deep breath and screeched in his ears: "AWAKEN AND FEEL THE FURY OF THE CLAW!"
The tom jolted awake and stumbled to his paws, looking utterly bewildered. His cobalt blue eyes flashed with fear that was quickly hidden. Furyclaw smirked and nearly burst out laughing at the tom's surprised face until Goldenstar nipped her tail. Sealeaf batted Furyclaw in the back of the head, only to be rewarded an acorn in the muzzle.
"Forgive my warrior, she tends to be… Eh. I'm Goldenstar, leader of Blazeclan, and this is Tigersky, Dieselfang, Sealeaf and Furyclaw, who was the one to startle you." The golden tabby meowed, yellow eyes glinting at Furyclaw in a slightly amused way.
"I-I am Optimus Prime. Where am I?" the tom asked. Furyclaw and Sealeaf were busy waking a dark gray tom, a yellow tom with a black dorsal stripe, and a silvery gray tom. Goldenstar noted all the toms strangely had blue eyes, just different shades.
"On Blazeclan territory, Optimus Prime." Goldenstar pronounced the tom's name carefully, the name feeling strange to her. Furyclaw poked the dark gray tom in the nose roughly to awaken him fully, to be rewarded with a smack in the muzzle with four claws.
"Ironhide, watch the weapons…" Optimus told the gray tom as he sheathed his own claws. He twitched an ear in the silvery gray tom's direction.
"By the Allspark… we're cats." The silver tom meowed.
"Strangely enough, Sideswipe, we are." Optimus agreed, looking back at the Blazeclan cats. Furyclaw hissed playfully at Ironhide, ignoring the scratch on her nose from the tom's claws. Sealeaf rolled her eyes and stood beside Goldenstar, eyeing the blue and red tom warily.
"Who are all of you?" Tigersky asked Optimus.
"Well, you've already met Ironhide, and that's Sideswipe and Bumblebee. We are the Autobots." Optimus replied, nodding his head toward the silver and yellow toms. Goldenstar dipped her head curtly in their direction and twitched her tail-tip. Dieselfang narrowed his eyes at Optimus, quickly looking away to hide his sparking light red eyes from the other tom. Bumblebee opened his mouth to say something but end up coughing harshly. Sideswipe face-pawed.
"Now you can't even whirr, use radio, bleep-beep?" he asked. The yellow tom shook his head sadly and hung his head. Optimus cleared his throat and Bumblebee raised his head and nodded to the tom. Goldenstar sat and watched the toms, head tilted slightly as she debated whether to invite them to her clan. Furyclaw was still bounding around the still groggy Ironhide, dodging his angry swipes with giggles. The new warrior would have to learn the hard way, Goldenstar mused.
Optimus looked at the golden tabby. "Can you give me our exact location?' he asked.
"On the northern side of the Blazeclan border." Goldenstar replied absentmindedly as she watched Sealeaf prodding at Bumblebee's tail-tip. Optimus narrowed his eyes at her reply and turned, jumping into the tree he had been lying in front of before Furyclaw rudely awakened him.
"Oi, what you doin' up there?" Furyclaw called up to the tom. She scowled when he ignored her; Furyclaw isn't one to take being ignored lightly. Ironhide took the chance he had and shoved the orange she-cat into a puddle, smirking afterward.
Optimus only glanced down at the other cats once he reached the topmost branch of the pine tree. All around were more treetops by the millions. They were in the middle of nowhere. Prime felt worry seeping in and quickly pushed the emotion away, telling himself that he and the Autobots would find a way back to their normal selves, somehow. Things usually come out O.K. for the Autobots. Usually.
Ironhide looked up at his leader, head tilted. A harsh wind shook the treetops, making Optimus's branch sway, and the weapons specialist knew that the Prime had taken no notice of the wind. "Optimus, it's too windy to be in the trees today!" Goldenstar called. Optimus was oblivious to the cats below. Sideswipe growled.
"He's in another reverie. Does it way too often," the silver tom meowed.
Ironhide mumbled something before yowling: "Optimus get your big blue aft down here!"
Optimus jolted out of his thoughts and looked down at Ironhide, glaring at the older warrior. The wind blew the treetops again, and Optimus was much more aware of that now. Goldenstar called something, and it took a moment for the tom to figure out what she was saying. The wind. "Frag." Optimus muttered as another burst of wind nearly blew him out of the tree. He looked at the shorter tree in front of himself and unsheathed his claws, preparing to jump.
"Slagger. He's gonna be an idiot pancake!" said Sideswipe, eyes narrowed. Bumblebee's eyes were wide, as were Tigersky's and Sealeaf's. Furyclaw just stared. Dieselfang discretely smirked at the sight before he vanished into the bushes with unknown intentions. Goldenstar buried her face into her paws, growling. The cats on the ground watched Optimus leap from the top of the tall pine into a short sycamore, hooking his claws on a medium sized branch toward the top of the tree. A barely audible snap was heard.
"Knew it, blew it, shouldn't do it, idiot…" Ironhide muttered.
The branch is gonna break! Bumblebee thought, shooting to his paws. Sideswipe glanced at the yellow tom and shot off in the direction of the sycamore, hissing.
I'm such a fraggin' idiot! Optimus thought as he clawed at the branch, trying to keep his grip and climb up. He heard a snap and jerked his head toward the tree end of the branch, mentally noting the crack. Optimus's claws slid on the branch a few inches and he frantically clawed upward until his ribcage was on top of the branch. Another snap was heard and Optimus silently groaned in frustration, glancing at the enlarged crack. It finally snapped and Optimus felt fangs and claws grabbing at his scruff. Sideswipe had caught him. "Now, usually I'm the idiot, but this was different." Sideswipe joked through gritted teeth. Optimus narrowed his eyes and grabbed onto a thicker branch just below where he had been before.
"Don't mess with me right now Sideswipe." He replied coldly. Sideswipe shrugged and leapt back onto the ground beside Goldenstar and Tigersky. Sealeaf uttered a silent sigh of relief that no cat had fallen and batted the still staring Furyclaw's head.
"Ow."
"That didn't hurt." Sealeaf said, smirking. Furyclaw hissed and smacked another acorn into Sealeaf's muzzle, running off to hide behind Goldenstar and cackled. The new toms stared at the two she-cats then looked back at Goldenstar.
"Anyway, you're all welcome to come to Blazeclan, provided you didn't bring any trouble with you. You're not rogues, are you?" the golden leader asked.
"Of course NOT!" Ironhide growled in disbelief. "We've been together for dozens of vorns!"
"What are vorns?" asked Furyclaw.
"Eighty three orbital cycles." Sideswipe said a-matter-of-factly. Ironhide gave the youngling an annoyed glance as Optimus leapt down to another branch before trying the ground. "And orbital cycles are what we call your Earth years."
"Uh, what are years? Never mind. Don't do that again. You were lucky your friend is a faster climber!' Goldenstar chuckled, looking at Optimus. Bumblebee ran over to the Prime and batted the bigger tom's nose, then hugged him.
"You two related or somethin'?" Furyclaw asked. Ironhide grunted. Sideswipe seemed a little surprised that Optimus had actually been hugged; it didn't happen often.
Optimus nodded. "He's my youngling."
Tigersky and Goldenstar looked at each other with slightly confused looks before realizing what 'youngling' meant, and they smiled at the same time. Sealeaf gave up in batting Furyclaw and sat beside the other Blazeclan cats, avoiding the orange she' all together, especially Fury's 'Acorns of Doom,' as she called them.
"And a quiet one he is…" Sideswipe coughed quietly, looking away with an innocent look. Ironhide raised his brows at the silver tom as he stood and walked over to Prime and 'Bee.
"Goldenstar, I feel we can trust these cats-"
"We aren't really cats, we're autonomous organisms from another planet!" Sideswipe interrupted Tigersky in her sentence, and the she-cat growled inwardly.
"Riiiight, and I dance with Starclan, farting rainbows. You're all welcome in Blazeclan as long as you don't try anythin' idiotic." Goldenstar meowed, standing and laughing quietly. Optimus nodded curtly and glanced at the Autobots, narrowing his eyes at Sideswipe's prancing antics around Ironhide. Though a good warrior with the blades, the silver mech was still, a youngling. His pranks would only continue when Sunstreaker showed up. IF the yellow twin had faced the same fate as Prime, Bumblebee, Sideswipe and Ironhide.
Optimus turned and led his friends behind Goldenstar, all wondering if they would ever return to normal.
Ratchet morphed his servos into his battle blades, the much smaller version of Optimus's. Glancing at Arcee, the blue femme who was the sister of Chromia and Elita-1, he knew they were both wondering how the Decepticons knew where they had been hiding. Omega One merely held half of the Autobots, and NEST held the other half, but neither base would survive if the Autobots were separated. Mirage, Springer, Wheeljack, Trax, Hotrod, Jazz, Perceptor and a dozen others were fighting their own 'Cons around Ratchet, though the scientists without weapons had less of a chance.
.:Now would be a perfect time for Optimus to show up, wouldn't it?:. Arcee commented via Convoy Comm. The name had been given to that version of comm by the two sets of Terror Twins back on Cybertron, and the name still stuck.
.:That's one thing we can agree on. I'll try reaching him via bro-bond.:. replied Codex, one of the Prime's younger brothers. Ratchet nodded to the small silver mech as he turned his attention to the sky for a brief moment. Codex bounded over Decepticon shells and hid behind some debris, dimming his optics to help focus on opening his bond with the elder brother.
:::Op, big bro! Where the Frag are you?:::
No reply. Codex grimaced at a slight pinch was felt in his spark. He knew the Prime was alive, but the for some reason the computer specialist couldn't reach him.
"Oh please don't be in stasis lock, please don't be in stasis lock!" Codex murmured as he brought out his acid pellet gun from his subspace and jumped out of hiding. Suddenly he was engulfed in a bright white energy field, then darkness.
Megatron smirked triumphantly as half his Decepticon army was also engulfed in the energy field emanating from Cybershot, the second Cybercat of the three. The other half he knew would be caught in the third Cybercat's field, he and his officers with them. Fanglash, the first Cybercat to activate, was sitting in Megatron's lap, recharging happily. Megatron had a servo on the Cybercat's helm as he watched the monitors from his throne, malicious thoughts of how he was to kill Prime going through his processor.
"Barricade at your service, Lord Megatron." said a voice from below. Megatron looked down to see a black mech with POLICE painted in bronze on a white background in his arms.
"Barricade, I thought you were with the army that was supposed to be first, just now." Megatron growled.
Barricade cringed at the anger in his master's voice. "An Autobot threw me out of the energy field range just as it came over."
"We'll send you in with the drones next time." said Starscream, sharp servos held behind him. Barricade's red optics flashed angrily in the S.I.C's direction, making sure to hide the flash from Megatron's cold stare. Starscream smirked and looked toward Soundwave, who had uttered a small beep to get Megatron's attention.
"What is it Soundwave?" Megatron asked. Impatience laced his voice as he turned his blood red optics to the communications specialist. Soundwave turned and pointed a long finger to the monitor he stood in front of, the monitor displaying coordinates of a ground-bridge.
"He means that the Autobots have been 'bridged to the middle of a Canadian forest preserve, thousands of miles from known civilization." Knock Out said. Soundwave gave the scientist a blank look, reflecting the vain red mech in his visor. Megatron rolled his optics at Knock Out's jealousy and gave Soundwave a brief nod.
"Well done. None of their human allies will find them?"
Soundwave nodded and glanced at Knock Out before turning back to his monitor. Knock Out crossed his arms and looked at Megatron, trying to keep a straight face. I created the fraggin' Cybercat idea… he thought. Silence reigned supreme in the Nemesis's control room for a few short breems until a Flyer came in through the large sliding doors.
"Cybercat number three is ready for activation!"
"Fly the warship low to ensure we're caught in the next energy field." Megatron ordered. Fanglash leapt down from the gray mech's lap to stand beside him as Megatron stood. "Prepare to attack, NEST."
Blurr zipped through the NEST warehouse halls, running from Prowl, the second in command –S.I.C- of the Autobots. Dodging Blaster, Blurr jumped over a parked FALCON fighter jet in the hangar just past Blaster's communications quarters, rounding a corner and disappearing outside.
"Blurr!" shouted Prowl, skidding to a stop before he hit the same FALCON jet. A yelp came to the SIC's audio receptors. "Blurr, hello?"
The black and white mech stepped around the fighter and poked around the corner where Blurr had disappeared.
"Decepticons-attacking! Look-out-Prowler!"
Prowl scowled at the use of his hated nickname but forgot that as Blurr's body flew past him and just missed his helm. Blurr hit the opposite hangar wall, thrown by a 'Con bigger than he and Prowl combined.
"Blurr, you alright?" Prowl asked, staying by the wall on the right side of the doorway. A large tan brown mech stepped into the hangar, looking around with blood red optics. Blurr groaned, peeling himself out of the new indent in the wall and collapsing the ground, rubbing his helm. He shuttered his optics and glanced up at the 'Con.
"Whoa, you're-both-HUGE! You-twins? Cause-if-you-are-then-it-will-hurt-if-just-one-is- killed!" Blurr murmured dizzily. Prowl activated his acid pellet gun and aimed at the 'Con's helm, his processor finally able to figure out the Decepticon's designation: Bombshell.
"Bombshell!" the SIC shouted before firing the acid pellet. Bombshell turned to Prowl and growled as the pellet zipped into his left optic; cracking it and making it's way to his processor. Prowl narrowed his optics and ran over to Blurr, willing himself not to shut-down as he usually does when overexcited or surprised as he helped the shorter sky blue mech to his pedes.
"Despite your speed you couldn't dodge'm, huh?" Prowl commented. Blurr shook his helm and shuttered his optics again, still seeing double of everything, especially Bombshell as the acid ate away at the 'Con's processor and helm till he collapsed.
"He-caught-me-off-guard-and-now-my-helm-hurts!" Blurr grumbled. Prowl rolled his optics and walked over to the hangar doors where Bombshell had entered, stepping over the now scrapped FALCON jet and around the scurrying NEST personnel, to see dozens of drones waiting.
"Slaggers." Prowl mumbled. Glancing at Blurr, Prowl turned and pressed his doorwings into the wall, spreading them out so he could be almost completely hidden around the corner from the drones. Blurr followed suit, still rubbing his helm, and much to Prowl's relief he didn't feel much like talking.
"What in the Pit is Megatron doing?" Prowled muttered, shifting his weight to see better. Blurr regained control over his optics and stopped shuttering them so often. He grabbed Prowl's servo, running in the opposite direction of a white energy field. Within nano-kliks the area where the two had been only kliks before had vanished into a white energy field. Prowl's optics widened when he realized why Blurr had grabbed him. "Find Firstaid and Redalert!"
"On-it-commander!" Blurr replied. The two joined the said Autobots outside the warehouse, past the reach limit of the field.
"What the slag…" Redalert murmured. Firstaid rubbed his faceplates with both servos, dragging them downward and grumbling something incoherent.
"I can't get anybot's life signal to show… they just may be-"
"Don't say it!" Prowl growled. His processor was overheating, according to Firstaid's scanners.
"But it may be a glitch." Firstaid finished quickly. Prowl vented his systems and sighed, mentally scolding himself for nearly exploding at the other three 'Bots.
What's gotten into - oh scrap. Silvermoon! Prowl thought. Redalert looked at Prowl's faceplates and raised an optic-ridge. Blurr stood beside Prowl, rubbing a dent in his helm as he watched Firstaid tinker with a sensor.
"Where ever they all are, let's just hope Primus'll keep them safe." Redalert murmured, gazing at the horizon. The energy field had vanished, leaving no Cybertronians, even when the Nemesis still hovered what remained of the warehouse and NEST personnel.
All four mechs activated their comms and split up to see if they could find any clues to the Autobot's whereabouts.
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