I would like to thank you all for reading my previous chapter. I know it was sloppy, but I'm willing to learn from my mistakes. I would appreciate some criticism of any sort. In this chapter, I decided to add in some action sequences and I also decided to add in some new characters that should've been in Transformers Prime. I hope you all enjoy this chapter
Bumblebee began to slowly regain conscious. His eyelids began to open, revealing his bright blue optics. His vision was blurry at first, but gradually improved. The scout began to slowly take in his surroundings. One of the first things he noticed was a bright light flashing in front of his optics. The light was quite annoying and if he could still talk, he would give the bot waving the light a piece of his mind.
"That's it. Follow the light." Ratchet continued to wave his flashlight over the scouts optics, smiling as he did it. Ratchet was quite relieved to see the scout waking up. He wasn't sure whether or not the scout would make it. He knows that Bumblebee is a strong bot. He's been through many battles that many other Autobots never came back from.
The last thing that Bumblebee could remember was being carried on a stretcher by Jazz and Cliffjumper. But even in his current state, he still remembers everything that Megatron did to him. Being brutally beaten and having his voice box ripped out. He'll definitely remember this encounter possibly for the rest of his life.
"Now listen Bumblebee, you have a large wound in your thigh, but Cliffjumper and Jazz covered it before bringing you here." said Ratchet, frowning at the scout. He knows that the thigh injury could be fatal as there is a major pump in it. If ruptured, energon would begin spilling out. However, since Jazz and Cliffjumper covered the wound, Bumblebee wouldn't lose as much energon. "Now Bumblebee, I'm going to remove the wound cover. This'll hurt a bit."
Ratchet began to remove the bendable cover that covered the thigh. In doing this however, energon began gushing out of the bot. Bumblebee began to feel uncontrollable pain, but was completely silent since he lacked a voice box.
"Scrap! Scrap! I need more bots in here! I need some help!" exclaimed Ratchet. The blue substance continued to gush out of the bot's thigh, some splashing onto Ratchet's faceplates. He instinctively applied pressure onto the wound. Using both of his hands, he covered the wound in an attempt to keep the energon from gushing out.
Meanwhile
Downtown, Tyger Pax
Ultra Magnus hid behind a corner, his blue optics peering at the city street. Smoke and ash began to once again occupy his field of view. His processors began to slowly take in the murky scenery. The murky scenery of war. A sight he is all too familiar with. It had been quiet for a few cycles, then all of a sudden, the battle resumed. The sound of missiles echoing in the distance seemed to be getting closer every minute. Magnus knew that the Decepticons would take the city, but what if by some miracle, he and the Autobots prevailed against all odds? Ultra Magnus, along with three other Autobots, are defending an Autobot outpost inside the city. Downtown hasn't been hit by Decepticons yet. However, all that could change in a split second.
"Autobots! I can hear the sound of missiles coming closer!" exclaimed Ultra Magnus, who spoke with sincerity in his voice. His comrades all looked at him, each of them exchanging looks of nervousness, confusion, and excitement. They wanted to see some action, but at the same time, they were nervous beyond recognition. Ultra Magnus picked up his handheld blaster that he left on the floor. He then reaches into his utility belt and takes out a magazine full of ammunition and loads it into his blaster.
"Should we prepare for an attack sir?" Prowl, one of Magnus' bots asked. The young mech converted both of his hands into blasters and pointed them upward.
"That's affirmative, Prowl! I'll guard the left flank! You take the right!" said Ultra Magnus. The outpost he and his bots were defending was positioned on a T-shaped crossroad. There were three ways the Decepticons could attack the outpost. The outpost in general wasn't a prime target however. It only housed a satellite dish, assorted weapons, and ammunition. But since the sound of missiles got closer, the four Autobots knew that they would be attacked. "Hound, Trailbreaker! Front and center!" Hearing their commander, the two bots immediately walked over to him.
"Trailbreaker, reporting as ordered sir!" responded Trailbreaker, walking up to his commander.
"Hound, reporting as ordered sir!" responded Hound, standing next to Trailbreaker.
"I want you two to guard the main road!" ordered Ultra Magnus. His voice wasn't suddle and it sounded very dominant. This caused the two bots to look at each other with confused looks on their faces, as if they were given the wrong orders. "What are you waiting for? Go! Go!"
The two bots were frightened slightly by Magnus' tone of voice. Hound almost dropping his handheld blaster, Trailbreaker actually dropping his blaster. However, the two inevitably obeyed without question. With a salute, the two bots ran to the main road. The main road of the T-shaped crossroad was blocked off by steel boxes, used primarily as cover. They were big enough to be hide behind and were light enough to be moved easily. Hound and Trailbreaker ran to one of the steel boxes and they both sat down, their backs against the cover.
Hound reached into his utility belt and took out a cartridge of ammunition. He unloads his blaster, removing the previous cartridge, and loads the one he just took out. He then pulls the blaster's lever and lets go of it, the lever pushing forward and automatically pushing in a fresh round into the blaster's chamber. With a sigh, the bot stands up and takes a peak at the road he was guarding. He can clearly hear the sound of missiles in the distance. Ultra Magnus was correct. They were indeed getting closer to the crossroads. Hound's audio receptors were already used to the sound of missiles and explosions, but even he began to shiver at the mere thought. The thought of getting hit by a missile and going offline was his worst fear. After all, he was green.
"Storm's coming." commented Trailbreaker, who also stood up. He stood next to his comrade and converted his right arm into a shotgun. He, too, peaked at the road and pointed his gun forward. He was very different from Hound. Trailbreaker wasn't afraid of going offline. He was that crazy! Some bots admired him for his courage while others were downright scared of him. His many dents and scars made him stand out from the other Autobots. Well except for Ironhide anyway. "Ready for a fight, Hound?"
"Not really. I haven't seen combat yet." The young mech took one last peak at the road and then sat back down, laying his back against the steel box.
"Frag! You serious? I thought you were a veteran already!"
"Yeah."
"Scrap. When did you graduate boot camp?"
"About a year ago."
"Frag! All right, just stay cool and stick with me."
Suddenly, a Decepticon missile came crashing down right in front of the two bots. It exploded upon impact and caused a massive explosion. Immediately after, Decepticon seekers came flying out of nowhere. They then come flying down and transformed into their robot modes. Hound and Trailbreaker immediately stood up and pointed their blasters forward, shooting at the hostile bots.
"How many uglies are we dealing with?!" yelled Hound while ducking his head. Another missile explodes right in front of the bot, causing him to shield his face with his left hand.
"Uh maybe ten. Why do you ask?" said Trailbreaker while jumping over the steel box he was hiding behind. Recklessly, he starts to charge into the fry, not caring about the number of seekers he was fighting. He runs up to one of the ten and punches the con in the chest. Then, he converts his left hand into a blaster and shoots the seeker in the face, killing it instantly. "Who's next?" The bot then tackles another seeker to the ground, viciously punching the con in the face.
Meanwhile, Hound was still shooting from behind the steel boxes. His blue optics began to widen at the sight of the very first Decepticons he has ever encountered. He instinctively continued to shoot the seekers with his handheld blaster. The blaster was an energon rifle that was strong enough to fire blaster bolts that could penetrate walls and some armor. And it can certainly penetrate the armor of an average Vehicon, let alone a seeker's armor. "Eat this, ugly!" Hound pulls the trigger of his blaster, the weapon releasing a blaster bolt. It almost instantly hit it's target. The blaster bolt impacted a seeker's neck, causing the seeker to begin leaking out energon.
Trailbreaker was literally wrestling with the seeker he had just tackled. The seeker wrapped his arms around Trailbreaker's neck in an attempt to snap it. However, the Autobot broke free from the seeker's headlock. The two both got up, but before the seeker could do anything else, Trailbreaker smashes his arm into the seeker's chest, ripping out the con's spark in the process. Then, he takes the spark and tosses it at another seeker close to him. He then sees a seeker catching the spark and an idea had just hatched in his processor. "Hey buddy! You forgot this!" The bot then takes out a grenade and pulls the pin. "Here!" He tosses the grenade and it lands by the seeker's feet.
"Oh scrap..." The seeker was cut off by the explosion created by the grenade. The remaining six seekers were caught in the explosion as well and they all blew up. Their body parts went flying up in the air, then slowly coming back to the ground. It was almost as if it were raining bodyparts.
"That's right! You hear that Megatron! Don't mess with us!" yelled Trailbreaker while smiling. He turns around and glares at Hound, who looked at him with a surprised look. Trailbreaker then walks back to the boxes and jumps over them, sitting down right after.
Hound also sat down beside his comrade. He was surprised he survived his first encounter with the Decepticons. But he knows that this is just the tip of the iceberg. He reaches into his utility belt and takes out a steel canteen filled with an energon beverage. He removes the lid and takes a sip. He then offers the canteen to Trailbreaker, knowing that it was the thing bots do during combat.
"Thanks." Trailbreaker accepts the canteen and grabs it. He then brings the canteen close to his mouth and begins to drink from it, taking large sips of the energon beverage. "Latte energon. My favorite! Last time I drank this was the day I left for boot camp!" He hands the canteen back to Hound and then rubs his face with his right hand.
Meanwhile on the left flank, Ultra Magnus was kneeling on his right knee, pointing his handheld blaster forward. He anxiously awaited the Decepticon attack that would surely arrive. The road Ultra Magnus was guarding was almost completely empty. The only things that were visible on the compact road was some rubble from the buildings around the road and shrapnel from artillery shells. Just like the main road, the road on the left flank was blocked off by steel boxes. Ultra Magnus used these boxes as a form of cover, but also as a makeshift shelter. He placed supplies against the boxes such as spare ammunition, extra energon, and a medical kit, knowing that he would need them when the Decepticons launch an inevitable attack.
Suddenly, Ultra Magnus hears a snap that clearly originated from his horizon. He pulls the lever of his rather large blaster. He lets go of the lever and it pushs back into the blaster, loading in a fresh bullet. Magnus begins to scan his horizon while pointing his blaster forward, ready to shoot anything that comes into view.
