Well looks like it will be 4 chapters then. :D I didn't know I could think about so many things in this story. All robots except Cauldron (c) Hasbro, 'cuz Cauldron (c) me. R&R please
Hours had passed and Rodimus became more anxious. Perceptor and Wheeljack disappeared into their lab with Hot Shot, and he had to wait in the epmty office now. He sat in front of one of the computers and started searching. Maybe he find something about Hot Shot that would make things less complicated.
After 10 minutes he found the cadet's data card.
Name chosen by the Creators: Hot Shot
Designation number: 076691 322768
State: Orphan; student at the Autobot Academy
Rank: Cadet
Serves at: Team Rodimus
Specialist: pyrotechnician
Female Creator's Name: Firestar
Male Creator's Name: Cauldron
…
Cauldron? What kind of name was that? He heard about Firestar but never Cauldron. He searched for this name. Nothing.
What the…? Rodimus was stunned. Something was definitely wrong here. Who the heck was Cauldron? Maybe Hot Shot knows it, he will ask him later. Just finish with that examination for Primus's sake…
Sudddenly the door to the labor opened and Perceptor and Wheeljack came out. Their faces weren't encouraging. They sighed and went pass Rodimus without a word. The prime worriedly hurried into the labor just to find a desperate Hot Shot sitting on the table, looking at the ground.
- Hot Shot…? – sat next to him Rodimus.
- They didn't find anything.
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- You can't be serious! – shouted Rodimus. In the Assembly Room again of course. – It's not fair! Hot Shot is…
- I'm sorry, Rodimus Prime but the decision is eventual – interrupted Ultra Magnus. – This is how we agreed in this.
- But… but… - stammered Rodimus.
- Nothing but! – said Ultra Magnus. – I'm sorry to do this. Hot Shot had a bright future as a pyrotechnician but not with these circumtances.
- Please… at least give him a little time – begged Rodimus. – Don't send him to stockade yet. At least… give him some time to say goodbye to everybot.
- Very well. Permission granted – nodded Ultra Magnus.
- WHAT?! – rattled Longarm Prime. Rodimus shot a deadly look at him. – Sir! What if he starts fires again?
- He won't – hissed Rodimus in a venomous voice. – I will be with him. And I take full responsibility for him.
- Watch your mouth, soldier! I'm your superior! – said Longarm Prime. – I knew something was fishy about your team!
It was too much.
- Reeeally? Well there's something fishy about you, your job and this whole operation you got going on here – talked back Rodimus without thinking. – My team is totally normal, or at least more normal than you!
- Rodimus Prime, stop! – shouted suddenly Ultra Magnus. – You got 6 hours. Not more. You are dismissed!
I hope it was good. Stand by, guys!