Transformers

Title: Frighteningly Trapped

Summary: He really should have paid attention to where he was and if he could get away from his attacker.


The next cycle found Ratchet, Wheeljack, and the other Protectobots standing around First Aid, as he lay recharging under a medical induced stasis on the berth that he was strapped down to so that he wouldn't hurt himself. Hot Spot placed a gentle hand on his brother's shoulder and looked at them both, a questioning look in his optics.

"Is it possible that he could have seen the one who had done this to him that had sent him into the state that he was in before you both came in?"

The two older mechs nodded in unison, Ratchet's expression darkening only slightly while the panels on either side of Wheeljack's head lighted up as he spoke.

"It is quite possible that Aid could have seen the mech before his frantic state of mind. Why would you ask Hot Spot?"

Hot Spot turned his gaze from them back to his brother, who was quietly recharging on the berth and shrugged slightly.

"Just thinking that we could try to find a way to access Aid's memory files to see who the mech was."

The other three Protectobots looked at each other in surprise and then back at Hot Spot, Blades crossed his arms across his front, glaring at his leader and brother, growling at him.

"You don't know what could happen, Hot Spot! You could easily destroy what little – if any confidence that Aid still has about himself and I won't let you do that to him."

And with that said, Blades, all but shoved Hot Spot way from the berth and their still recovering brother, then glared at the others as if daring them to do something about it. Though they were saved from doing something, when they heard a light squeal and a very surprised Streetwise was soon be squeezed to a light yellow and soft pink chassis belonging to a babbling femme.

"Primus! They are so cute that I just want to hug them all and squeeze the bolts out of them!"

They all stared at the still overly babbling femme still squeezing Streetwise happily until some quiet chuckles drew their attention to the door way of the med bay. And in the door stood an unknown mech with Jazz and Prowl, whose faceplate was looking calm and stoic as always.

The unknown visored mech turned his grin to the two high ranked officers.

"I told ya that she would find her way here, sirs."

Prowl nodded lightly where as Jazz just chuckled and moved to pry Streetwise from the femme's grasp.

"Indeed."

Blades took the chance to look over the femme's framework, while her paint color was what seemed to made for distraction her chassis framework was built for high speeds and for getting into tight places. Then he turned his attention to the spikes that decorated her arms, hands, and knee plates which might make her a dangerous opponent in battle, he also noted that her optics were a dull but soft light green like color.

He did a quick suspicious over of the unknown mech by Prowl, his optics were covered by a blue glowing visor, his frame work was bulky but still made for moving fast though it looked to be a mix of something in between in the Prime's frame, Jazz's frame, and probably Hoist's frame too.

Though before he could question them, Hot Spot had already beat him to it.

"Who are you two?"

Well his leader might have been the one to ask the question first, but he didn't have to be polite about it though. The femme giggled quietly at the question though she was obviously trying to get back to Streetwise even with Jazz trying to hold her back and away from him. The other visored mech whom had a silver paint job with splashes of blue paint on top of the silver paint, grinned and chuckled.

"Oh do forgive me for not introducing... my partner and myself. Her designation is Seleniom and my designation is Navatema." The younger visored mech grinned cheekily. "I'm just a lowly captain that lives to help our side win the war and occasionally lead patrols that end up in the Pit.."

Instantly warning bells went off in the Protectobots' CPU and Blades stiffened up like a coiled creature ready to spring. Though before he could act, Ratchet's voice though sounding calm cut through the anger of his mind.

"And why was my apprentice, the Protectobot, First Aid, on one of your patrols that went went to the Pit?"

The femme's optic lighted up slightly and she hummed slightly through her vocalizer at the younger visored mech before she spoke.

"We had chosen to ask First Aid to join us on patrol -"

Then before she could finish her sentence, her vocalizer shorted out (which was too convenient thought Blades) prompting Navatema to sigh a bit and continue where she left off.

"We thought that he could use the experience, but we hadn't thought that it would backfire and that Megatron would be in the area."

He stopped speaking almost a breem before his visor came onto the other Protectobots.

"If you want to ream and pitch a fit at me for what happened to First Aid on the patrol. Then by all means go ahead, I already got a lecture for it by Prowl and Jazz here."

Before Blades could pounce yet again, this time however Streetwise and Groove smoothly passed him over yet again. This time while their in tempo tirade at the now wilting oh so lowly captain, the mechs were both impressed and pleased, but at the same time, they were stunned at what their young processors had picked up from other mechs.

Then when they had quite nearly shorted out their vocalizers and stopped making the other mechs think that they had stopped, almost sighing in relief that is until they started up again.

A slight nudge thought the gestalt bond to both Blades and Hot Spot had them turning to see and then stare at First Aid, who was giggling quietly and sitting close to Wheeljack eating an energon goodie. The looked at the straps on the berth, which didn't look disturbed at all.

So... how in the name of Primus did he get himself free?


In the Decepticon base, a vid screen was flashing through mech schematics, before it stopped on one image schematic as a pair of doors opened eliciting a deep growl.

"What is now?"

The visitor glanced unconcerned at the schematics on the vid screen before looking over at the other occupant.

"What are you planning now, 'mighty' Megatron?"

There was another growl from the Decepticon leader.

"Wait and see, Starscream. Just wait and see."

The seeker sneered slightly at his commander and bowed mockingly, before leaving to find his trinemates and reaffirm their bond as a trine. Megatron smirked cruelly and chuckled darkly as he ran his claws an imager of the Protectobots and one imager of First Aid.

"You all will soon view my plan soon enough. Oh yes you shall.."