A shadow sits at the edge of the debris field watching the stars. Every now and then she could have sworn she saw something. "Just my imagination" was all she thought.
Just then her head started to head started to pound something started to play in her mind.
A image comes into her mind, so blurry that it may as well have been one giant the it started to play out in her mind she heard something.
"I'm supposed to be protecting you."
"Bulkhead, I'm strapped tight in ten tons of metal muscle. I'm protected."
After that some screaming started, but instead of fear it sounded fun. As that memory finished playing out she started to look at the stars, going over all the images that had been popping in her head, remembering the names such as BumbleBee, Ratchet, Arcee, Bulkhead, and Optimus Prime from somewhere but being unable to pinpoint their significance.
As she continued to watch the stars she started to feel the old feeling come back as if she was to cry lubricant. "Where am I? Who am I? Why am I here" As she started to shed silent tears she heard a small rumbling sound. As if a large ship was coming and was far away.
"What's that?" She wondered. "Maybe it's someone else. It would be awesome to talk to someone for a change."
As she got up to investigate, a voice suddenly echoed through her processor.
"Unidentified objects detected, preparing countermeasures in T-minus 30 seconds."
"Who is that? Who's there?" The shadow nearly shrieked, an unprecedented fear coming over her.
"Commencing total memory documentation, wipe and total processor control."
Suddenly a memory popped into the shadows mind. A memory of great pain. And then a few seconds later, that was the last thing she felt.
"Warning! Warning! Debris detected on calculated course! All hands prepare for evasive maneuvers!" Blared the sirens as lights blinked periodically with red.
"No rest for the wicked," mused Jazz as the bickering bots finally stopped. "All right, Heli, Clipper tell the cargo bots to put everything in order and strapped down, I don't want everything to start shaking around like a energy drink. After your done with that get to the engine room. Those generators are brand new and Wheeljack will kill me if his new inventions are scraped."
"Yes, sir!" Replied the two red bots as they began to organize the cargo.
"Bee, you're with me."
"Wha... Yes, Sir!" The former scout stammered.
He quickly followed Jazz as they left the cargo bay. They were about to pass the broken elevator when Jazz suddenly stopped.
"Hey Bee, let's take the shortcut." Jazz said.
"What do you meeeeaaaaaaaah!" was all BumbleBee said before Jazz pulled him by the collar up the elevator with his grappling hook. As the duo was going up, Jazz was laughing as if he was having the time of his life. On the other servo BumbleBee was about to lose the energon he had taken in a few cycles ago.
Silverstreak and BlueStreak were both double timing to the bridge to receive orders from their commanding officers about the current situation.
"Man, the first mission we get when we returned to Cybertron and this happens."Bluestreak complained.
"Quit fragging," Her twin replied "would you rather be on Cybertron helping with construction or resource distribution? Or maybe you would rather be exchanging shots with Decepticons or the renegades?"
"Ya, ya sis I get it..." Deadpanned Bluestreak as she rounded a corner.
"Or maybe you wanna go after those Predacons that have been popping up and kidnapping bots left and right?"
"Be quiet, already."
"How about terrorcon hunting? I heard that new strains of Insecticon zombies have been popping up."
"Alright already, shut up, you're starting to get on my nerves. Besides, didn't Rachet make an antidote for that?"
"It wasn't an antidote, it was a vaccine. Its stops us from getting infected. It was created to combat the mutated dark energon by having nanobots supercharge regular energon, after which attack the corrupted energon and…"
"Man, only you can bore a bot with a lecture in the middle of debri field."
As they were nearing the broken elevator, they began to hear something.
"What's that noise?" Silverstreak asked.
As they began to look around they noticed that the noise was getting closer, and as it got closer it sounded like laughter. And it sounded like it was coming from the broken shaft. But that would be impossible. No one would be that…
"Ye HAHAHAHA! Woo! That was amazing wasn't it, Bee?" exclaimed Jazz as he land with a thump as he dragged the near unconscious warrior behind him.
"Ya, hey Jazz quick question: how on Cybertron do you outrank me?" Bee asked his officer. Jazz simply smiled and looked up noticing the twin femmes for the first time.
"Blue, Silver get your chassis's over here! I got a job for you two!"
The two femmes quickly got over their stupor and snapped to attention. "Sir yes, sir!" Was their reply.
"And enough with the 'sir yes sirs' we're all autobots here and the great war's over so there is no need for civi life to be military style. Ya dig?"
"Yes sir." Was all the twins said.
Jazz simply sighed before giving out orders. "I need you two on ship defense. Join Arcee in the defense hub. Once you're there, Blue, you man the guns. Silver will overlook the shields. I want us to get out of here without a scratch."
"On it, boss bot." Replied Bluestreak as she ran to the gun controls, while Silverstreak simply started to head to the shielding terminals.
"Hey Jazz, what do you want me to do?" Bee ask after regaining some of his processor.
"Bee, I need you to go around the ship and take note of the damage that is caused and to coordinate responses to the ones that need immediate assessment. As much as I would like to, I can't be everywhere at once."
Bee simply nodded and started to speed down the hallway to begin his duty. Meanwhile Jazz entered the bridge to refer with his crew about the current situation.
"Status report."
"Sir, the debris field appeared out of nowhere, but it isn't too difficult to maneuver through." Replied Hot Shot.
"If I may sir why have you placed the ship on high alert. it's not like we're under attack or in enemy territory. " Replied Prowl.
"I placed this ship under for three reasons," the captain replied smugly. "The first reason is because I'm the captain and I get to make the rules, and second the crew needs the exercise."
"The third reason better be something better than that or I'm chucking you out the airlock." Brawn said with a glare.
Jazz chuckled "if looks could kill, I'd have a hole straight through my chassi."
The bridge got quiet as all eyes were on Jazz with bewilderment.
Jaz would have laughed if the real reason he placed them on high alert didn't make him nervous.
"The last reason why the ship is on high alert is because something don't sit right with me." Jazz said calmly. "A debri field this big should've been caught by our scanners miles away, not when we were in the middle of it."
"Perhaps the debris is jamming our equipment. It isn't rare for ore and still active equipment from shipwrecks to impact our equipment." Replied Hot Shot. His years of experience before the war as a police officer having dealt with criminals who tried to escape him using such a method.
"Maybe," Was the only thing Jazz said before looking out the window at the debris field. "but then Teletram would have warned us of interference with the scanners and we would have been on alert. No, something disabled our scanners and jammed Teletram to display the all clear signal. This all happened pretty recently, too."
"What makes you say that?" Brawn asked nonchalantly.
"Because we didn't receive a signal until a few cycles ago. I was checking Telegram-1 while me and Bee were returning to the bridge to assess the situation. While there I found that someone had sent Teletram a software update. Now that by itself isn't strange. But when I checked when it was sent, it said a couple of cycles ago. I wanted to look into this but I had to access the situation and ensure the situation didn't go down hill any further."
"Think Botanica's here?" Brawn asked.
"Lets have a look around." Jazz replied as he made his way to the central control center in the middle of the room. " Someone went through a lot of trouble to disable our scanners. I wanna know why."
"What are your orders, Jazz?" Inquired Prowl.
"Prowl, I need you to keep your optics peeled, Until we get our scanners back online I want you to be on patrol with Arcee around the ship. You're the best one when it comes to finding something out of place. I'll tell her to join you when I check on the defense hub. Don't want that dying on us."
"Of course." Was all that Prowl said before he left the bridge.
"Hot Shot, you're gonna help me debug Teletran -1. I know that prowl is the best at spotting funkiness but he's just one bot and this is a big ship. I want to at least partially get the scanners working. At least until we can figure out what's going on."
"See you at the ship's mainframe Jazz." Was all the Hot Shot said before he sped away down the halls.
"What about me?" Asked a gleeful Brawn stood, revving with excitement for some action.
"Brawn, I want you on standby"
"Are you fragging me?" Was the reply from the distraught iron giant.
"Wish I was big guy. But in terms of firepower and best support, there ain't anyone else that comes close to you and I need you to be ready for a brawl if it comes to it."
"That kind of made me feel better." The red mech said as he started lumbering towards the door.
"Alright boys, let's get this down and out." Was all that Jazz as he joined Hot Shot at the monitors to battle the cybernetic intruder.
Meanwhile, BumbleBee was in the west corridor heading towards the engine room to make sure that they weren't dead.
"This is just like my first jobs during the war where I had to carry important documents across cybertron." He thought. "At least I'm not being shot." He chuckled.
Just as he was about to reach his destination he saw something outside the ship move. As he looked out the window he saw nothing out of the ordinary.
"Must of been my imagination." Bee thought as he turned around to enter the engine room.
-Outside the ship a shadow sports two red eyes as it watches the vessel as it slowly sail through the void of space. It had nearly been caught by the yellow being, but it was nearly finished with its objective.
"Target sighted. Commencing with stage 2. Preparing infiltration unit." Was all it said as it released something round.
In an oval room three femmes stand at three different monitors watching for anything that may cause trouble. Bluestreak stood at the right side of the ship with a ship surrounded by a blue dome on her screen. On the left side of the room Silverstreak stood with the same ship only multiple red dots surrounding it. But in the middle of the room a blue femme with pink accents stood in the middle of the ship looking over the damage done by the unsuspected field popping up.
"Alright ladies, what's the status of the ship?" The bot in the middle of the room asked her two subordinates.
"Shields are at 98%, and rising soon we will be at full power." Bluestreak responded.
"Turrets at 96% accurate, and auto targeting has been activated. At this rate we won't even need to do anything but sit back and let the ship do all the shooting." Bluestreak added.
"Don't get cocky, kids. Overestimating ourselves is just inviting trouble." Answered the experienced veteran
"Yes, mam" Was all the twins said before going back to their respective monitors. For a while the only sound was the humming of the monitors and the occasional beep from pressing a key on the keyboards.
"Hey sis?" Bluestreak asked her twin suddenly.
"What is it?" Silverstreak responded.
"Why do you think Botanica came out here?"
Silverstreak narrowed her optics at her sister and answered:
"I'm sure we'll find out when we find her." She then added quietly. "If we find her."
"You mean when we find him. " The bot in the middle of the room said.
With that both of the femmes looked back at their monitors.
As they were going about doing their jobs they heard footsteps coming toward them.
Turning around, they instinctively saluted as soon as they saw Prowl walking through the bulkhead doors.
"Hello, ladies. How goes the defense of the ship? " Jazz asked in a commanding voice.
"What defense? " Silverstreak asked smugly. "These bits and pieces are barely making a dent in the hull and if there is wreckage big enough to cause any problems, I'll blow it to smithereens."
Bluestreak rolled her optics at her sisters cockiness and continued to stare at the monitors. Just then she noticed what looked like a red ball with wings and an antenna floating around.
"Hey Jazz, " she said, gaining the superior commander's attention, "there is something on the monitors that I think you need to see. "
Jazz comes over and leans down to get a better look at the monitor.
"Hey Arcee," Jazz called the bot at the middle counsel. "Is that an autobot distress beacon?
