Chapter Two: Allies
When Flameshield came too, he was surprised to see the stranger still in his apartment, resting on the couch and watching the news he only listened to. Getting up, he walks to the window and stares out it blankly, watching as other transformers walked down the streets, tracking them by their sparks.
"Seems our fight didn't go unnoticed." The wise voice spoke, and Flameshield stared over to the mech, "All over the news on how two mechs held off the dismantle group and simply walked away."
"It's also over the news when a group get cocky and tries to take them on, only to end in failure." Shadow spoke up, coming in with three mugs of Energon, "Thirsty?"
Flameshield reached over and carefully picked up one of the cups before turning away. Trust was a hard thing for him to hold onto after what had happened, but he figure he give the stranger a chance to help him, it was the least he could do to learn more about himself, something he hadn't the time to think over.
"You know, you could start a rebellion." The stranger spoke, watching the news some more, "I'd help you, train you and whatever allies you can find, the fewer the better chance we have."
"Fewer?" Shadow spoke. Flameshield cringed at his brother's uncertainty about the mech, and his comments at everything that he said. "How would fewer help?"
"You wouldn't be noticed that much, could leave in waves, one of the few advantages of staying in a house means you can have a few more people without them getting suspicious." Flameshield answered, "Really, use your head for once."
"But, against the whole Decepticon army?"
"Sure, the odds are on their favor, but they attack in such a way, you strike one of them, your momentum can carry you into the next couple." The blue eye mech said, adjusting his cloak. "Your brother is right, however, use your head."
Shadow just shook his head and sat down. "What do you suggest, then?"
"At least three others, a medic and two fighters."
"I know where to find the medic, easy." Flameshield spoke, "Besides, I think its time I visited him again."
"I'm sure if you look around hard enough, one could find a mech or two willing enough to fight along side us." Shadow said.
"Alright, Shadow, is it?" the mech asked, and Shadow nodded, "Come with me, we'll take a look about, your brother can try to get this medic of his to join, and we can hang out in here, if that is alright."
"There's enough Recharge berths to serve eight mechs comfortably." Flameshield said, getting up.
"We should only need three others." The mech said, standing up. The others followed suit and carefully headed outside, Shadow and the stranger first, followed a few minutes later by Flameshield, who looked in the direction of Diamound. Floating into the air, he looks around himself. It was still early, so he quickly transformed into a jet and flew northwest bound, a 138 mile trek done in a few minutes, a trek he had many visits to time so he could head there on his own.
As he neared after an uneventful trip, he transformed again and landed in the streets of Diamond, a highly advance town. Most of the technology used there remained hidden from Decepticon eyes, but some technology had been leaked out on many occasions. With a little help form the citizens; Flamesheild found his way to the medical center where Red Alert was station.
"Hello Flameshield." The receptionist said when he entered.
"Hello, Inga." He replied softly, walking over.
"Here to visit Red again?"
"Yeah."
"Follow me." She said, "I'm gonna be off shortly, and Lintra arrived early."
"Sure." Flameshield said, following the femme down the halls. They travel for a few minutes before stopping in front of a door.
"Red Alert? Flameshield's here."
"Send him in." Came a muffled voice. Inga opened the door and Flameshield entered, trying not to run into anything. "I wasn't expecting you until later in the day."
"Well, things have been different lately." The flame mech said, sitting down on the exam table. "Have you seen the news."
"I'd like to know who that mech was you were with."
"To be honest, I don't know. He never gave his name, and claims to have faced Decepticons before the ones in rule."
"Here I thought all the ancient mechs of that time have been rid off." Red Alert said, "Open that visor."
"Guess not." Flameshield said while opening the echo visor, revealing his damaged optics. "I've actually talked with a bunch of mechs who say they lived before this rule."
"Interesting." Red muttered, "and it looks like your self repair system has been working overtime."
"How so?"
"Your optics are being fixed, which is odd because the damage was significant even the self repair system was damaged."
"Are you saying my vision might return?"
"It could. I'd like to keep a close optic on this."
"Come to my place, then." Flameshield said, closing the visor so he could see sound again, "That old mech wants me to run a rebellion mission, with him as a real fighter, and take back our planet."
"Sounds risky." Red said, going over something. "But you might need a hand for repairs…"
"And you said you wanted to watch my optics for a while."
Flameshield watch his medic for a few minutes as he went about straightening objects about. Flameshield then remembered that he wanted the visor upgraded for battle purposes, but he wondered if Red would do any of it. Watching the soundwaves of the unheard sound bounce off the walls and objects, he waits for an answer from the person he idolize when he could still see.
…Strike…
Shadow Wisher was uncomfortable around the cloaked mech he followed around Iacon. The mech seemed shady, hiding his purpose. He feared he might be a Decepticon spy, but the scorn he had for them put that aside. Seeing him fight the other day brought a different perspective of him, but Shadow still felt uneasy around him.
Entering a narrow alleyway, Shadow picked up on a few voices he recognized. Stopping at the corner of the wall, both looked past to see two mechs standing there, talking softly.
"I miss the older days when a different fraction held rule." A yellow mech said, watching the younger mech shadow punch.
"A different fraction?" the young mech, blue in color, asked.
"Ah, yes, the noble Autobots, now destroyed because of the Decepticons greed for power. Lead by such a wonderful leader who once said 'freedom is the right of all sentient beings.' He always stood strong, yet had the heart to help the weakest and innocent of Transformers."
"What was his name?"
"The sad thing is, I never learned it and all who knew him are now dead."
Shadow turned his red eyes to the stranger he followed. Looking at him, he realized something the yellow mech, Landmine, said stuck him like a bullet hit him. His optics were closed as he stood there, shaking slightly. Did it mean something to him, Shadow wondered, but chose to dismiss the thought and walk over to Landmine and his young steed in hopes of gaining them as allies.
"Landmine." He called softly, walking over.
"Well, if it isn't Shadow Wisher, what brings you here?"
"I happen to have some free time on me with 'shield off in Diamound getting checked out, and overheard you talking about the Autobot fractoin that I know little of."
"Yes, I was never one, but they were such a kind fraction, sad to know they are extinct." Landmine said.
"Well, I was wonderin', if I were to say that my Bro is being crazy and gonna start a 'bellion, and I asked you if you wanted to help, would ya?"
"I dunno, Wisher, I was asked to watch Bash here until he was strong enough to live by himself."
"But, maybe I can help." The blue mech, Bash, said. "Would it be bad if I wanted to help?"
Landmine looked between Shadow and Bash. Shadow was the youngest mech alive now, but he was only alive through his brother's spark. Bash himself was truly young, and didn't understand much about the older way of life, in fact, many didn't know. The Decepticons destroyed nearly all the old mechs, the first to try to fight the new rule.
"Landmine, admit it, you don't find willing young these days." Came the stranger's voice Shadow knew. Turning, he saw the cloaked mech looking at them, those dim blue optics sending chills down his back. "If the lad is willing and I were you, I'd take the chance to do something right."
"Alright, I'll go with Bash." Landmine said, "Where are you staying again, Wisher."
"Room 342, Iacon Apartments." Shadow said, "The room is unlock, so you can meet up with us later?"
"You have room in there?"
"Shield said eight can live comfortable in there."
"See you there tonight, then." Bash said.
Shadow and the stranger walked out of the alleyway and headed back to the apartment. The walk was as quiet as the trip to, but Shadow had a nagging question that he wanted to ask, but didn't. He wanted to ask about the Autobot extinction, he wanted to know more about the stranger that lived with them, but feared asking would lose the small trust that they shared.
He wondered if there would ever be a time were the answers would come, but for now he wondered if his brother was successful in getting Red Alert to joining them. Their shared spark only had so many advantages, and he didn't want to leave the mech bedside him alone, especially after the battle that looked to be a mere warm up for him.
…Strike…
When Shadow and the cloaked mech entered the apartment later in the day, they saw Flameshield standing around, staring blankly outside. Walking closer, Shadow put a hand on his brother. The flame colored mech didn't flinch.
"So, what's Red gonna decide?" Shadow asked.
"He's uncertain at the moment." Flameshield responded, "He might join, he might not." Turning to face them, he asks: "any luck on your end?"
"You know Landmine?" Shadow asked, and when his brother nodded, he continued, "he and his young ward are gonna join."
"Well, that's good I suppose." Flameshield said. The cloaked mech took note of his hesitation.
"Don't feel too down," he spoke up, "not everyone is perfect, not even the Decepticon leader, whoever that is."
"I believe his name is Lavatron." Came a calm voice. Shadow and the cloaked mech turned.
"Red, you came." Flameshield said without looking up.
"It's the least I can do for you nimrod bunch of bots." He said, placing his medical kit down, "Someone's got to piece you back together."
They all shared a gentle laugh as Shadow stepped out to get some drinks to share. Now they just waited for Landmine and Bash to come, and Shadow figured they wouldn't arrive until dusk was settling.
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