Chapter 2: Speechless
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE CAN'T TALK?" Warpath snarled grabbing Wheeljack by his shoulders.
"Warpath, I did all I could. I was able to remove the cuffs and repair his dents and scratches but his lost voice is only temporary." Wheeljack assured.
Warpath didn't know wether to be upset or relieved. Wheeljack could sense this and backed up.
"Come on. I'll show you." Wheeljack said as he escorted Warpath back to his room.
In the room, Breakaway was alseep while connected to a bunch of tubes and machines. Wheeljack and Warpath walked cautiously over trying not to make a sound. Tears begin to form in Warpath's optics as he watched the seeker sleep. He had to admit, Wheeljack had the right tools to fix him. He grabbed Wheeljack into a hug and held him tight. Wheeljack began to tear up as he hugged back.
"I was so worried for him. I thought he was going to die." Warpath said breaking the hug. "Just think if he did."
"Warpath don't get that in my head, I wouldn't ever want to think about that! But...you know if you want...you can talk to him." Wheeljack suggested.
"But he's sleeping."
"I can wake him."
"Fine."
Wheeljack softly patted Breakaway on the head and wakes him up. As Breakaway slightly opens his optics. He recognizes Warpath and whines.
"Hey, hey it's okay! It's me Warpath, the one who saved you! You're going to be alright." Warpath assured rubbing the youngling's head.
When Wheeljack walks over to cut off the machines, Breakaway doesn't recgonize the mech and begins to cry in fear. Wheeljack turns around and comforts him.
"Don't cry kid, I'm Wheeljack! I'm the one who fixed you up." Wheeljack assured patting him.
Breakaway felt slightly better as he shut his optics since he was still in pain. The tubes and machines were removed and Breakaway needed help to sit up. Warpath and Wheeljack sat beside him. Breakaway looked at both mechs and tried to speak but he couldn't. It hurt to try so he stopped and rubbed the muzzle and pipes that replaced where a mouth would've been.
"Your voice is gone temporarily. You will hopefully get it back soon, if soon ever comes!" Wheeljack said concerned about it.
Breakaway was surprised at this, but decided it wasn't worth complaining over. He looked down seemingly thinking.
"Breakaway, I'm very sorry about what happened to you. I wished I could've helped more...but I guess I couldn't." Warpath said sadly.
"Warpath you did what you could! There was no way you could fight all those guys by yourself! At least those seekers showed up." Wheeljack shrugged.
"Yeah, I wonder who they were! They seemed to be pretty scary guys."
"You're telling me! They sounded scary just by the way you described them."
Hearing that, Breakaway twitched his wings but they ached so he stopped. Warpath hummed.
"I guess you weren't taught properly how to fly. Is there anyway you can tell us about your past and why you were alone?" Warpath asked.
Breakaway looked around trying to find something to use. Wheeljack offered him a data pad and Breakaway eagerly begin to write. The other younglings waited patiently while the seeker wrote. When he finished he showed it to the others.
"I was never taught how to fly correctly but instead sent to a tutor constantly. But it didn't last long when mechs started to run seekers out of Kaon. Earlier today my dad found some energon while trying to find an escape route we all could take without getting in the way of grounders. But he didn't know it had been poisoned so later on he died from it forcing my mom to search for a path herself. But she was chased away while I hid since I was too scared to go with her. I was lost from then on and that's when I got beaten up by the Combaticons!" The note finished.
"Whoa...all in one night!" Wheeljack said in disbelief.
"We are so sorry." Warpath said patting Breakaway on the back.
Breakaway nodded as tears rolled down his face again. Just then they heard what sounded like seekers racing past the roof and stop abruptly. Wheeljack was confused.
"Hmm, who could that be?" Wheeljack wondered. "I'll be back."
As Wheeljack opened his front door, he spotted the same four seekers that Warpath came across earlier. They didn't look happy. The silver one in the front walked up to him.
"We heard that Breakaway is in your care!" The seeker sneered and bent down a bit to point a long sharp claw in Wheeljack's face. "Is he better?"
Wheeljack was scared as he had never been this close to a seeker before. He could tell the claws on this seeker could do some real damage to anyone's frame.
"Yes, I fixed him up. The only problem right now is his voice. Are you the seekers who saved him and Warpath?" Wheeljack asked.
"Mabye we are, but that's not important right now! Where is Warpath?" The seeker sneered as the other three came closer.
"In the house comforting him. Uh...did I do something wrong?" Wheeljack asked nervously as the others bent down to his optic level.
"We heard about what happened to his parents, we also heard he's now the only seeker here in Kaon. We would suggest you take care of him." The red seeker snarled.
"We will, we already told Breakaway." Wheeljack assured.
"Just remember this, if we find out he's harmed in any way, you and Warpath will regret ever coming online!" The one-eyed seeker growled. "Understand?"
"Absolutely!" Wheeljack said tapping his fingers together.
Then, the visor mech walked up and punched Wheeljack to the ground as a way to distract him from figuring out which way they transformed and flew off. When Wheeljack recovered he saw they were gone. He rubbed his head and walked back inside rubbing the spot under his left optic. Warpath and Breakaway were just walking over.
"Wheeljack who was it?" Warpath asked.
"It was those seekers again. They threatened to kill us if Breakaway here ever gets hurt. After that one of them punched me in the face for Primus knows why." Wheeljack said. "So...I see you're up and ready!"
Breakaway nodded and did a silent version of a chuckle.
"Ha-ha very funny." Wheeljack sneered with his hands on his hips.
"Aw look at that, he likes you!" Warpath laughed before seeing Wheeljack growling.
"Alright Warpath listen, you better take good care of him. If I get pounded by those seekers and survive, I will pound you." Wheeljack threatened holding up a fist.
"Relax, he won't get hurt on my watch." Warpath assured as they walked outside. "Where do you think those seekers went?"
"Don't know, but I know they don't live around here." Wheeljack shrugged looking up to the sky.
Breakaway looked at the night sky with amazement. He pictured himself flying above the ground, soaring through the air with the wind blowing against him. His wings stretched out and felt relaxed. He felt like flying really fast and making daring stunts. But for right now, he could only think of getting his voice back. Little did the younglings know, it would be the last time they see the seekers for a very long time.
"Alright goodnight Wheeljack...and thanks for everything." Warpath said.
"My pleasure." Wheeljack said waving and looked at Breakaway who waved also.
"Goodnight Breakaway...be safe."
Breakaway jumped onto Warpath's back and dug his claws into the back plating.
"Whoa watch it there! He-he, you're something special alright." Warpath chuckled.
A few years later...
"Come on Breakaway wake up!" Warpath yelled in his face.
Breakaway groaned as he woke up seeing Warpath playfully jumping on his berth. He rolled his optics.
"Come on Warpath, it's too early." Breakaway complained.
"But mom said the cubes are ready." Warpath said getting off his bed.
"Ugh fine." Breakaway said getting up.
Time has passed since saving Breakaway from the brutal attack and his voice was fully recovered. They were still younglings, just much older ones. Breakaway had became less shy and very playful. They were relieved that for some reason the Combaticons had disappeared which was strange. Times were still the same as the rivalry between Fliers and grounders was still going on. Breakaway was now officially the only seeker left in Kaon. As they got downstairs, there was energon cubes waiting for them. They sat at the table and began to drink. The parents were busy drinking energon in the living room.
"Well Breakaway, how does it feel to have your voice for a whole week?" Warpath asked finishing his cube.
"It's great, I finally know how I sound and I don't have to write on data pads anymore!" Breakaway chuckled.
"You got that right. So...any plans for today?"
"I don't know! I guess we could see how Wheeljack is doing." Breakaway shrugged as they left the table.
"Hey Warpath mabye later we can work on sparring some more." Breakaway suggested.
"Sure why not? You're getting good at it too." Warpath said. "Just watch where you swipe those claws at."
Wheeljack was more busier than usual. He built several different inventions that he loved to show to his friends. Many of them succeeded, but even some have failed. One nearly got Warpath's cannon cut off. He was careful ever since by making sure it worked properly before showing it off. He was Breakaway's 2nd guardian and mentor. Whenever he or Warpath needed a tool, advice or a good laugh, they went to Wheeljack. Right now, Wheeljack was busy getting dating tips from his friend Jazz after seeing Arcee walking by.
"Wow, I didn't know about all that. Thanks for telling me Jazz." Wheeljack said as they entered the living room.
No problem, and trust me, they all work!" Jazz said. "I've had plenty of girls all over me. And it's not because of have a nice visor, sharp claws, or even sweet dance moves, I beileve they love me for my complete personality."
That was when Warpath and Breakaway knocked on the door. When Wheeljack opened it he was happy to see them.
"Hey guys, I just saw the most gorgeous femme ever." Wheeljack said rubbing his hands together.
"Oh really, who is she?" Warpath asked as they walked in.
"Her name is Arcee, ah...Arcee...has a nice ring to it." Wheeljack said sitting on the couch with the others.
Jazz thought seekers were okay, after hearing about what happened to Breakaway he was devastated. Breakaway got along with Jazz quickly since they both had childish behaviors and a love for music.
"Hey Breakaway, how's your voice?" Jazz asked.
"I love it, just the way I like it." Breakaway said.
That's when Warpath was alarmed from what was on the TV and snatched the remote off the table.
"GUYS LOOK!" Warpath said turning up the volume.
"Recently a group of younglings went missing after being seen last in an alley. Some say the group called the "Combaticons" were last seen being attacked by another group...seemingly seekers. Others say they heard screaming and fighting." The news reporter showed a picture of the Combaticons that had them lined up against a wall faking mugshots for fun.
"Whoa, I wonder who attacked them!" Jazz wondered tapping his claws on his chin.
"Well they deserve it." Warpath snarled.
Now Breakaway was also pleased to see they were missing, but thought it was strange for someone to just mech-nap them. But then it hit him, what about those seekers?
To be continued...
Did they mech-nap them? Have to wait and find out! By the way...Bayformers Jazz is being used here. Let me know what you think and I will continue when I can!
