A/N: I have decided that of the Autobots that Cemetery Wind dispatched, all but a Fem! Jolt and the wrecker Roadbuster were offlined. When Optimus sent out the call to her Autobots to go into hiding the Sparkmates went off planet, they weren't willing to risk anything since Jolt had recently discovered her sparked (preggers) state. They were found by Omega Supreme, who was willing to bring them to an Autobot outpost in another galaxy.
When Grimlock offered to go with her to deal with the creators, Optimus was more than a little surprised. The fact that Grimlock was the first Mech in a long time to make her weak in the knees had nothing to do with the desire to take him up on his offer. She could use the backup, especially since she honestly had no idea what she was going to face. But it was his words to her that sealed the deal for her
"Even the strongest warrior needs someone they can trust at their back, lass." Grimlock rested his massive Warhammer against the military bunker they were behind. He focused his ember optics on her faceplates, "Ye've never face anything like the creators before, and as skilled as ye are it never hurts to have some help."
Sitting on the ground, her back against the metal wall, Optimus drew her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She was quiet and Grimlock worried that she was going to say no. She didn't decide right away but rather looked up at him, her head cocked to the side as she studied him. "You've seen them?" Grimlock crouched down beside her, tapping one claw against his thigh, off-lining his startling optics.
"A very long time ago, aye. Long before Lockdown imprisoned my siblings and I." Grimlock's hydraulics hissed as he shifted, dropping down to sit beside her long legs stretched out before him. He looked out at the slowly rising sun, wanting to tell her, but finding he could barely make himself remember those moments after his brothers and sister and he were brought online. They had been created to protect Cybertron. The Creators had never spoken to them, but they had been sparked with the knowledge of their purpose. The five of them; Grimlock, Swoop, Skag, Spike and Sludge had done their duty as the creators built up their world. "For a while I didna' know what their kind are called, I was ne'er told. All I remember was what they had imprinted onto my programming. Guard, Protect, Survive."
Optimus' optic ridges shot up, interrupting him quietly. "Guard and protect I understand." She hesitated. "But survive?"
His handsome face lit up when he smiled at her, and Primus was it a charming sight, the look almost childlike in his amusement. "A Guardian can neither Guard nor Protect when he is offlined." His smile faded. "It wasn't until the start of yer war that the Guardians were needed to protect the people from each other. Before that…well ye'll not have been sparked then."
She wanted to ask, but the way his face was closed off she doubted he would answer. She dropped her chin onto her folded arms, feeling almost vulnerable, for a moment, feeling young. The way he spoke and shut down, she likely didn't even want to hear his answer. "You learned what they are?"
Grimlock scratched at the strong line of his jaw, "Aye, I learned. Couldn't say I was happy to do so." He huffed at the memory, "Lockdown brought us before them after he captured us. Have ye ever heard the stories of the Quintessons?"
"Of course." Optimus didn't know why she was surprised that yet another legend was involved. The Dinobot Guardians had been a legend, but here she was sitting beside their leader.
"That'll be them." He narrowed his optics, scanning her faceplates as he watched her think. Once Lockdown was dead and they had returned to The United States of America Grimlock had done a little research into human history to see if he could find an appropriate comparison for the image of Optimus' glorious battle femme frame covered in the energon of her enemy, coolant dripping down the length of her thighs and the delicate cables of her throat, into the valley of her bust. The only suitable aspect of human history that he found was that of the Amazons.
Optimus ran one servo down her calf letting her servo rest on the top of her ped. Her slender digits tracing over the minimal amount of plating that covered it. From the corner of her optic she watched Grimlock follow the movement, his head cocking and his ember eyes dimming into a soft smolder.
There was definitely an upside to taking him up on his offer. The two of them alone on the Knight's Terminus. Just the thought of having the big T-Rex all to herself had her valve tightening.
"I think that I would enjoy your company for my task."
Jolt was brought out of her recharge by the sounds of Teletran-1's communication alert, curled against her side Roadbuster twitched, his vocalizer fizzling as he continued to sleep. Their sparkling, a mech, Electroshock, chirped up at his femme creator, lying contently on his sire's chest. Omega Supreme greeted her quietly and Jolt felt the thrum of the Guardian's spark through her peds as she padded across the deck to where Teletran was set up.
"It appears that the incoming transmission is coming from the surface of Mars." The city sized femme spoke from the intercom and Jolt found herself surprised as always by the softness of her voice. "Cybertronian…Decepticon, but not, I would say, threatening."
Jolt blinked, one servo hovering over the keyboard. She looked back at the berth where her mate and sparkling rested. "Can you tell who it is?"
"I can only say that there are eight life forces on the surface of the planet."
"What are they requesting?" Jolt gritted her denta, frowning thoughtfully.
"Energon and medical aid."
Jolt accepted the transmission. And when the cycloptic visage of Megatron's Military Operations Commander and one of the few battle femmes still online appeared on the screen, Jolt was simply curious. Shockwave looked exhausted, her shoulders slumped and her arms hugging her waist the amber of her single optic dim.
"Shockwave."
"Jolt."
"Who is in need of medical aid?"
"Soundwave." Shockwave ran one single servo down her faceplate. "On earth, in Chicago, Sentinel Prime ripped her vocalizer from her throat, severing several fuel lines, I have repaired them to the best of my abilities, which are adequate, but I don't have the supplies to fix her completely."
"How many Cybertronian are on planet?"
"Including myself and Soundwave, eight."
"Who?"
Shockwave hesitated, "Ravage, Laserbeak, Frenzy, Rumble, Buzzsaw and Ratbat." Jolt jerked, immediately her creator programing activating. Soundwave's sparklings were with them. She didn't hesitate before she asked Omega Supreme to make for landing. Omega Supreme who was neither an Autobot nor a Decepticon did not think the order odd, especially because she too knew that those named were sparklings. Roadbuster on the other hand…Jolt glanced again at her recharging sparkmate…he was going to be a touch harder to convince. After all, he had lost both of his brothers to Decepticons in Chicago.
A/N: For the sake of this story Soundwave's sparkling Frenzy, is not the same frenzy that was in the first Transformers movie. Also I hope you guys are okay with the branching plot. This way If I get stuck on one portion I won't leave you hanging for too long. Also note that the cat bot in the second movie was not Ravage.
