Many thanks to my reviewers and MasterFwiffo for beta-reading this for me! I could not have found the inspiration to write without you all.

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Chapter 3: New Allies

Breeze slowly started to come online, but immediately started to regret it. Everything down to the last nut and bolt was in searing hot pain.

"Welcome back to the land of the online.  For a moment there we thought we'd lost you." A blurred blue and white form slowly came into focus, "I am going to give you some sedative to ease the pain while you heal."

"Where am I? Where are the others? Is everyone all right?" she immediately asked, as her optics came into focus.

"I'm right over here. Stardust is in the other room, getting debriefed by the great Prime himself on their situation here. I dropped off the others at home. They are all very worried about you." A shy voice spoke nearby, and Breeze turned her head slightly. The voice belonged to Silverbolt, a shy medic femme, whose alternate mode was that of a motorcycle. Standing there in the corner, observing the medic whom Breeze now recognized as the famous Red Alert, she had a white, silver and pink paintjob, with silver lightning bolts racing down each of her arms, and her wheels rested on her shoulders, one to each side.

"You're Red Alert…Aren't you?" the mech in question turned to face her.

"Excuse me?"

"Red Alert. Medic and great warrior…or so I've heard." She repeated. She was sure of what she saw. Breeze gave no sign of pain as she sat up, in spite of the sedative that was slowly coming into effect, a pathetic (in her view) attempt to put her to sleep.

"Once a great warrior." He corrected, as he turned away from her. To dwell on the event that made him give up his warrior ways still made him very uncomfortable, even to this day.

"Silverbolt here arrived soon after we did. She gave me all your necessary technical information in order for me start reparations." It became obvious to Breeze that he wanted to change the subject. The aforementioned femme looked down at the ground, in an attempt to cover her embarrassment, and Breeze chuckled lightly. Silverbolt was not used to a lot of attention, especially from a mech. She then faded into a restless sleep…

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Breeze awoke several Terran hours later, feeling as though most of her body was being held down by megatons of lead. She turned on her optics slowly, allowing them to adjust to the incredible amounts of light in the room. The surface beneath her was hard and cool, probably metal, and light silver in color, she noted as she sat up slowly. The sedative had dulled most of the pain, so she was able to get up without feeling very much of it.

"Ohhh…my aching…" she paused for a moment, because there were too many things that were aching for her to single out just one. She looked down at her body. Much of the bleeding had stopped a while ago from what she could see as she sat up.

"Hey, you're awake." A new voice reached her audios. She looked around and spotted the human. The human had short dark brown hair and dark green eyes, and was standing behind a railing nearby.

"My name's Alexis and me and my friends work with the Autobots. Thanks for saving my life back there." She said. Her voice reminded Breeze of Taran, before they had their first battle with Ricochet and Reversoul. It had the same cheerful quality about it.

"It was nothing…really." She said awkwardly. As a warrior, she was used to saving lives regularly, however it was once in a blue moon that she was recognized for it. She shifted around uncomfortably, still feeling bits and pieces of formerly raging pain here and there, and although she hated to admit it, whatever sedative Red Alert had administered to her earlier was still at work. She still felt groggy and very tired.

"On the contrary, it is something." A new voice resounded in her audios. It was vaguely familiar to her, as she had heard it while back on her home planet pretty often…but it could not be who she thought it was…

A large figure who was standing shadowed in the doorway, stepped into the light. If she did not have a faceplate, her jaw as Drew put it, would have dropped to the floor. The red and white femme averted her gaze before she was caught staring and stared at the wall instead.

"That's okay. A lot of Transformers like you are not very comfortable in my presence. I have come to thank you personally for saving Alexis' life."

"You're very welcome." She said and grinned sheepishly underneath her faceplate. Formality was not something that she was evidently comfortable with.

"I saw how you tried to save the humans, while your partner was battling."

"Oh that. Saving asses is my job. There is no need to thank me for it."

As night fell while Breeze lay on the medical table, she stared at the blank wall in front of her. Stardust and Silverbolt both took turns in keeping her company in the recharge berth next to her, but there was only one thing on her mind throughout the entire time that she lay awake, trying to fight off the inevitable recharge…

I hope Taran, Drew and Raine are okay…she thought, before falling into a restless recharge.

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Meanwhile, in the Decepticon base on the moon…

"Hmmmm…" Megatron surveyed the human news report with interest, particularly the two femmes who did not give a damn where they were stepping. He looked around the room, to his incompetent officers, and a thought occurred to him.

"Perhaps a personal invitation is in order…"

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