Nothing much to say. Hope you enjoy.
Cman710: Thank you!
Dragowulf: Don't worry everything will be explained in this chapter... well almost everything!
blood shifter: Yes, Mirage is very smart. And yes, Jazz asks the weirdest questions.
kirin-saga: I'm glad you caught that scene with Hound! It's really sad isn't it. I didn't really notice what Perceptor said until later, and it went perfectly! So ya, Perceptor did say that!
Chapter Three
Perceptor woke to find the monitor on and Wheeljack gone. He sat up, rubbing his head, when the monitor suddenly stactic.
"-el -o... -ere?" A voice was attempting to break threw. Perceptor began to type thinking the mech needed help. The screen cleared but Perceptor couldn't tell how the mech was. A light was shining from behind only showing the outline of the mech.
"Perceptor." Optics widened, Perceptor took a step back. The mech had the deepest most robotic voice the youngling had ever heard.
"How... how do you know my name?"
"Question: Unimportant."
"It's very well important, I-"
"Silence!" Perceptor flattered, "Your presence is needed at this location." A small screen appeared in the corner.
"...Why?"
"Answer: Information about your father."
Perceptor stared. "...Can... can I trust you?"
"Affirmative."
Downloading the directions, Perceptor turned off the monitor and quickly left. Being cautious of Red Alert's cameras, Perceptor was able to creep out of the base. Not having a transforming mode, Perceptor was settled on half walking, half running to the location.
...
Wheeljack transformed back into his robotic mode, ducking behind the bolder. He cursed to himself but couldn't really expect that the Autobots wouldn't come. Knowing the Decepticons would be busy, Wheeljack would use the back entrance.
Carfully moving to the back, he cursed again when he spotted a Decepticon. He was a tall blue mech with a small scope; his face was covered fully with a red visor and mask. The 'Con was pacing, not guarding but... it looked like he was waiting for someone. Wheeljack couldn't wait, he had to get in.
He had taken only one step when he spotted something that made him freeze in terror. Perceptor was dodging behind boulders, coming closer.
...
Perceptor slowly peered from behind ht boulder. He knew coming here was a bad idea, but he needed to know. It had been eating him inside; someone might have known his father. His foot moved causing a pebble to move; the mech heard it and snapped his attention towards Perceptor's location.
"Mech, show yourself." Shaking, knowing this was a Decepticon, Perceptor stood up. The mech made a sound, almost like a gasp. "Closer," Perceptor shifted closer, but not enough for the 'Con.
"Closer!" Perceptor stopped when he was about a foot away, shaking uncontrollably. The mech was standing still, taking Perceptor in.
"W-what?" The mech said nothing; he suddenly rushed forward and embraced Perceptor. Completely stunned, Perceptor couldn't move.
"What are you doing?"
"Silence." It wasn't a demand, more like a request.
A few clicks passed and Perceptor found this was actually... comforting. His spark started to feel weird, as if it was calling out and being answered. The moment was ended when an explosion sounded from the front.
"What-"
"We must continue this else where."
"No... no, I can't. I have to-" Perceptor attempted to leave, but the mech tightened his grip. "Hey! L-let go."
"Negative." The mech reached behind Perceptor and gently rubbed a main wire. Perceptor instantly leaned against the mech for support; he couldn't do anything as he was lifted and cradled.
...
Prowl silently crept towards the Decepticon's holding cells, gun out. The dust and dirt shook from the ceiling, telling Prowl how bad the battle was raging outside. He landed on the last step and quickly pointed down the hallway; it was empty. He quickly glanced in each cell; each was completely empty.
Prowl reached the last cell and felt his internal system flip. Mirage had been tossed into the middle, curled into a tight ball, nursing multiple wounds. Prowl shot at the lock; the energon bars deactivated and Prowl rushed in.
"Mirage... Mirage, please wake up." The spy twiched, onlining his optics, and did something that unnerved Prowl: he whimpered.
"Please... please, no more..."
"Mirage, it's Prowl."
"P-Prowl?"
"Yeah, it's me, we're getting you out of here."
Mirage shook his head. "Can't... won't let..."
"Like that's stopped us before. Come on, up ya go." Prowl picked up Mirage. He activated his comm link, Mirage slowly consciousness again. "Prime I have Mirage."
"Good... get out as quickly as possible."
"Yes sir," Prowl looked down and was shocked to find Mirage out. Waking him back up being just cruel, Prowl carried him out.
...
"Decepticons, retreat!"
The Autobots let out a cheer of victory; Starscream scowled.
"This fight was pointless Megatron!"
"Maybe you found it that was, but there was more behind it than just a fight."
Hook suddenly ran up, "Lord Megatron! The prisoner has escaped!"
"Congradulations, O mighty leader, we've lost everything!"
"Lord Megatron." The crowd of Decepticons parted, allowing Soundwave to step forward. He was carrying an unconscious Perceptor.
"Ah Soundwave," Megatron smirked, "I'm to believe business went well."
"Affirmative."
"Very well, Decepticons! Take to th-"
"Hold it!" Wheeljack had come out of hiding, pointing a gun directly at Megatron, shaking slightly. "Put Perceptor down!"
"Seems we have an Autobrat straggeler." Starscream said.
"I said put him down!"
"How rude," said Megatron, "Seekers, teach this youngling a lesson." In a split second, Wheeljack beaten, smashed, and pinned to the ground. "Lets send this scrap metal back to the Autobots."
There was a flash of light, sering pain, and Wheeljack knew no more.
