Alright sorry for the wait, classes and other projects called my attention, but I made it a long chap and hopefully you will enjoy. The plot will be a 360 degrees different that what any of you are expecting so please enjoy.
Dislcaimer: I own nothing.
Chapter Three
They say instinct kicks in when an emergency happens. Elita was still waiting for to kick in as she stared up into the face of the most feared ruthless decepticon leader who had ever been brought online.
Megatron and as her team floated around in the empty space thanks to a malfunction with the gravity stabilizer they all seemed to not take the situation seriously as Bumblebee cracked jokes.
She let them continue to distract that great war leader as she tugged herself down to the ships computer , typing faster than she had ever done. There was one code that she had been taught back before she had been thrown out of the academy. It was something that you were only aloud to use if you're aft was about to be off lined.
She hit the red button, praying to the all spark that whoever was manning the computers wasn't on an energon break as she turned around to help the rest of the team face down the leader.
It was hard floating in the space, but she concentrated slowly maneuvering herself over to where the massive bot floated staring down at the mini bots.
She touched one hand to his arm, as he was distracted swiping at the other robots that fired pathetic small lasers at him. It wasn't a shock that he was here for the all spark that was safely loaded in the back of the ship. He would offline them all first though and then go for the power source.
I hope this works, she thought as the energy began to surge through her arm. She transformed it to the laser canon hearing the high pitched whine as it began to start up, feeling her arm begin to bend under the sheer weight of the object, as the metal sides began to rip apart.
"HEY MEGATRON! EAT THIS YOU SLAGGER!" Elita screamed as she aimed the canon right at his spark. She watched his optics go wide, as a bot does when he realizes that he's been out done, before there was a blast of white light, and screams, horrible screams as if her vocal circuits were being cut with no numbing to the pain receptors. Yet she screamed louder or maybe it was screams of her team that echoed in her audio receptors as she bounced along the hard metal walls of the ship.
Something smashed into her side and she screamed again, there were sparks flying, and someone yelled out, "What is that?"
She couldn't see her optics refusing to focus as she tried desperately to pinpoint the location of the foreign entinity.
"This is not over-ove-over-over-auto-aut-scum."
Megatron was retreating; she knew that much as she continued to float along. Something anchored her, as she stared up at the inky blackness that was space. The ship must have been totaled for her to see the outside so clearly, or maybe she was on her way to the well of sparks.
"Come on kid. Hang in there. Prowl get me an injury report."
Ratchet? She wondered dazed.
"Bumblebee been fried, but he'll live. Bulkhead has a dent in chest amour, and I've got sufficient scuffs and my wires are exposed." Came Prowls ever-solemn answer.
"Alright, we should be able to hold out until help arrives. I think Elita took a direct hit, her arm looks ravaged, where going to have to scrap it." Ratchet was saying.
Scrap it? Did that mean she was now down one arm? What about a replacement? She tried to calm the buzzing thoughts in her mind, as she moaned again. Everything ached, she was sure there were wires exposed.
"The all spark?" She managed.
"Gone kid." Ratchet told her, adjusting his grip so he held her by the shoulder, "Prowl lets see about re gaining gravity and patching up this hole. We may have to sit tight, and I don't want to let what ever is in space come crawling in."
She should be taking the lead, but right now she was to tiered to do anything but float. She listened to the soft tinkering of Prowl and the occasional comment by Bumblebee.
He must have been slagged to, to be quiet for once. Bulkhead was above her placing up sheets of metal, and welding them into place with Bee's stinger.
"It will hold for now." he was saying, "I don't think Bee was meant to be a welding bot."
"I wasn't." Bee agreed, as Elita caught a few of the sparks from his stinger, "But as my creator always said, every bot worth his energon can do more than what his weapons were made for."
"Wise words." Prowl commented, as there was a hum and they all landed with a thump on the floor of the ship, "Surprising that your remembered them."
"Oh I'm so hurt." Bee snapped
"Knock it off." Elita raised her voice as a vocal circuit snapped and it came hoarse, "My main frame is in enough pain without having to listen to you bicker."
"She's right. We got bigger problems anyways. Like supplies." Ratchet continued, "Prowl you go check the stores. If we're lucky we should have some back up energon."
"Your talking like they won't find us." Bulkhead commented.
"I am preparing for a worst case, in that we have to haul ourselves back to Cybertron." Ratchet answered
"Won't happen." Elita wheezed,"I put in an emergency code. If-they didn't get it before, some one will pick it up now."
"Stop trying to talk, your going to waster your reserves and I need you around to play leader." Ratchet said gruffly laying her down on the metal, "Get some recharge."
She didn't want recharge. She wanted to be up fixing with her team, she wanted to find out what happened to the all spark, to the deceptions.
Yet recharge came as she slowly closed her optics.
She was falling now. She was with Optimus in the caves as the organic creatures closed in on them with their fangs clacking ready to eat them, to suck their energon. He was saying something as he gripped her shoulders and placed a hand on his arm as she absorbed his hook. And then she was flying up and up and up as she threw one last glance behind her as the rocks caved in and his sad optics locked with hers.
"Optimus." She sat up screaming, her inner cooling systems working over time to try and keep her from overheating. She hurt. She hurt all over as she laid back down on the berth glancing at the various tubes and wires plugged into her head and arms. It was a nightmare. That all it had been a nightmare.
"You are still in critical condition. Your movement should be very limited for the next few days."
Elita blinked as she tried to focus her optics on the bot speaking, "Where am I?"
"The medical wing.' Cam the simple reply, "We were lucky they found you when they did. Your whole team was almost lost to us."
"Who are you?" Elita asked again, trying to remember where she had been. Ratchet had told her to rest, but that had been when they were repairing the ship. Had help come that quickly?
"Acree. Med bot. Your in the autobot base of Cybertron section 234." Acree told her again as she fumbled around with some of the wires, "Elita correct?"
"Yes." She said numbly as she felt a sense of relief wash over her, so help had come. That meant her arm had been at least salvaged, though she couldn't see in the position she was in right now.
Acree? That name sounded familiar. There were whispers at the academy about a femme who had been captured by decepticons and after her rescue had not been quite right the circuit board, but nobody dear say anything about it aloud.
She wasn't sure if this was the femme, so she kept it to herself, in case she insulted her nurse.
"You've been out for a good half cycle." Acree was saying as Elita reclosed her optics finding it to much effort to try and focus. Everything was a blurry haze.
"What happened?' She murmured.
"Oh don't you remember?" Acree started she could hear her rustling about with some machine, "You were in an explosion with your ship. Some thing malfunctioned, and the whole thing was ravaged from the inside out. Somebody sent an emergency signal and luckily the Elite guard arrived in time to save you and your team. I'm afraid you sustained the most damage, but the medbot was able to put you in a movable state to bring you back here."
Then what about the decepticons? What about Megatron? Didn't they find them? Or had that all been just a delusion? r
"And we've spend the last cycle trying to repair your systems, very long process." Acree continued, "Something ripped most of your arm off and singed most your inner cortex. No worries we've been able to put it back together."
The canon. She remembered charging a huge canon, but that blast alone couldn't have done all that damage. There was something else on board as well, but it was lost to her at the moment.
"There was malfunction?" She repeated, "There were decepti-"
"What?" Acree asked as there optics met and she for a flicker of a nanosecond seemed to understand everything, but then it was gone, "Everybody know decepticons were defeated long ago. No it was just a malfunction"
Acree left after a little while and Elita was left to the silence of her thoughts as she attempted to process what happened.
She knew for sure there had been Megatron or some bot just as bad, because she would never send out that emergency signal unless she was about to be off lined.
And they had been on the ship looking for something when she absorbed his weapon and fired away.
And then there had been nothing. Nothing but a deep black and memories she had long tried to shove away, but had somehow managed to resurface when she wasn't in control.
"Slag it. " she murmured as she attempted to drift into recharge, but instead lay somewhere in between as her mind groped for the last piece of the puzzle always coming up short.
It was important. That's why they had left the job early, that why the Decepticons had come after them. and that why the ship had exploded.
But what was it? What? She tried desperately to dig through the memories, to find something someone said. It was ancient long before the wars; they hid it away so it would not fall into the wrong hands.
She closed her eyes as she let it slip.
"Elita?"
"Huh?" She asked reopening her optics. It was not as blurry this time around, as she blinked adjusting the focus, "Acree?"
"Yes." Acree answered, "Your vital signs are returning to normal, your going to be released in about a couple hundered nanoclicks."
"Oh k." Elita answered as she slowly sat up raising her one arm and then the other. If her arm had been ravaged you couldn't tell; besides a few scuff marks on the outside paint job. That was fine with here, fearing the worst that she was going to have to attempt to perform her duties with one arm.
She was still sore when she walked away from the hospital center into the busy crowded streets of Cybertron. She felt better though once she had stocked up on real energon and not the watered down version they gave at the hospital, having her outside repainted to it's original blue.
It was strange to be back on Cybertron, as she sat down in her berth. She lived in a modest room with a few photo's hanging on the walls of friends who had graduated and where off in the borderlines. She lay down as it hit her how alone she was.
Sure she had friends, but they had all graduated and followed where the Elite Guard assigned them. She was stuck as the boss lady of a half hazard repair crew alone with her confusion and frustration.
"Sentinel didn't even visit." She murmured to herself. He was stationed here, he could have at least taken a few nano clicks to come and say hi. How long had she laid awake, recharge eluding her with nobody to talk to besides the few stiff, caring answers Acree had managed to give her?
She sighed laying her head on her arms, as she closed her optics one last time.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
She groaned as her comlink went off, she clicked it on, "Hello?'
"Hey boss lady! We're all out of the med wing want to come with us for some high grade?"
"Bumblebee?" she asked confused that the mini bot was inviting her out for drinks. He was way to young to be going after her, but then again it didn't seem like he was hitting on her. Just wanted her to get drunk with her team.
"The one and only. We even got Prowl to come, though he doesn't drink. Come on! It will be fun!"
Fun with his annoying vocals blabbing off big talk, but she answered nicely, "Give me five nano clicks I'll meet you there."
"We'll save you a spot and a drink." was the little yellow bots answer as she swung herself out her berth. Why not? She shrugged; it wasn't like any body else was going to come see her.
Turns out high grade was exactly what she needed to nurse her broken systems as she sat in the middle of the large group each at certain levels of intoxication. Bee was slurring his words as Bulkhead wavered back and forth sipping down his own.
Prowl had managed to finish one and refused to drink anything else, but then some kind of herbal blend that smelled like tar. Ratchet had managed four cubes and was still going strong and she was personally on her third feeling her circuits slowly going numb.
"Ratchet, did we lose it?" She asked take another shot. He didn't need telling about what 'it' was. They all knew without having to say it outright. She remembered slightly now what they had been carrying on deck, something called the Allspark.
"Yeah. I expect that it's floating somewhere in space, best as it is. The explosion probably sent it hurtling stellar cycles away. I wouldn't be surprised if we destroyed their ship in the process." He answered ever the gruff old bot as he finished off his fourth cube, "You missed a lot when you blacked out on us."
"Like what-" She started
"Like that fact that we are not supposed to mention 'it' to anyone." Prowl said almost is a hiss. His hand clenching around the cube, "They want us to believe that we didn't just face-"
He broke off, staring back out into space as Elita turned the Ratchet for the answer to the ninja bot's riddle.
"When they came, the elite guard I mean, we tried to tell about the, well 'it'." Ratchet started, "But they weren't hearing any of it they told us that our ship had experienced a malfunction, that we would be sent to the medbay for an initial routine check over, and then would receive a new assignment from you."
So that's what was going to be the course of things, but then again they had no solid proof that it was decepticons that attacked them. She was beginning to doubt it, despite remembering the pain as she charged that canon and the one sentence that had sealed their fate.
Hey Megatron eat this your slagger.
It was funny now, but at the time it had seemed like the proper one liner to try and induce some fear into their enemy. She blinked rubbing her arm as she started on her fourth cube going for a stronger brand of high grade.
She smacked her lips, smiling, how many time had she done this? Sat in the bar till her face was numb and she couldn't remember anything? And how many times had his face haunted her even as her main processor shut down.
"Here's to you memory." She smiled half heartedly downing the shot in matter of moments as she felt the pleasant tingling take over and her main processor slowly shut down.
Everything slowly became a blur as Bumblebee was hanging off Prowl who growled at him pushing him off and then her optics shut as she drifted into recharge.
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