Sorry for the delayed update. I was disturbed by my works -_- anyway, here's chapter 4.


Red, red, and all, wait, it's more like yellow.

Optimus had told us about this planet. This weird 'Earth' planet. No metal in anywhere. The desert, as how he said it, consist of huge rock formations and sand, so many sand. I wonder how old this planet had been. The Decepticons are here as well, and they're the 'bad' guys. Not the Decepticons I knew at home. Optimus told us to beware of them. Though I must admit, I felt better to be among the Decepticons, rather than Autobots, though it all flipped, swapped, or anything.

/Everything's good up there, Vortex?/

/Oh.. um… yeah. Just, things would be so much better if you realise we're going to the Protectobots' base!/ I still don't believe that we are really going to the Protectobots' base. Someone help me, spare my fragging ember, and please get me out of here! I couldn't do anything! Not while (re)having Skyfire on my back. And Cosmos and Powerglide on Blast Off's, also. Skyfire's a scientist, anyway, and that means I could beat him quickly. But he's a shuttle, and I just a mere copter. He'll for sure beat me if I escaped.

/Calm down, Tex. It's not like it's forever./

Calm down, huh? How could he expect me to calm down?! When Optimus told us we all gonna stay at the Protectobots' base, I couldn't keep myself calm! I'd been thinking what kind of things they're gonna do to me, to my fragging gestalts. I couldn't fly straight and my rotors were keep twitching ever since I flew from the Autobots' base. A thought crept into my processor, what will happen if I attack Skyfire first so he couldn't fly and I was free to go? But I couldn't let my teammates there, at the hands of those Autobots.

Being in front of Blast Off, I could see anything up here. Including something in front of me, which looked like a city. And wait, was someone in there? I saw someone there, in the border between the city and the 'dessert'. Okay, zoom in.

I now saw two robots there. I didn't really know who they are. And by now… I regretted what I just did.

They were Blades and Hot Spot there. Oh, what should I do now? Can't just go away and left.

For a minute, I reconsidered the possibility of escape by beating Skyfire and Cosmos. How can I do it, what would happened if I truly did it, and I started freaking out when I saw Hot Spot's smile, or grin. What's it? Did he already has something in mind? Did he already tell Fir—him to prepare his lab?! Had they planned something in mind?! That Optimus' speech was only a lie so they could have me back on his lab table? To extract more info and to make my teammates felt disgusted and fear to watch me?! Had they planned all of these all along?!

So I didn't think of it any longer. I felt nothing then when a warning appeared on my HUD. The twitching of my rotors grew more intense and I can't fly straight. I could hear Blast Off yelling to me. And then followed by a massive black.


White came. Vision blurred. Boot finishing up. Audio system online. Processor felt like torn up into 2 pieces.

Vision slowly became focused and self-repair system came online and began scanning and fixing. I recognised that I was on a berth on someone's room. No medical equipment here and there. Just an energon cube on a table beside me. I couldn't remember anything much. I couldn't feel all my 4 rotors and there's no response from the rotor hub. I tried to move my hands but they were unmoveable. Comm equipment also not responding. What happened?

I let the boot finished and my hands and comm equipment came online followed by the rotor hub. Oh, yes. However, the pain on my hub was not the first thing I want when I woke up. I moaned, then dismissed that for a few clicks and checked my rotors. Rotors were folded down, three numb. I don't know exactly what's with them because I couldn't feel anything from them. One functional, at least. I was staring to the celling when I had the idea to comm my gestalts.

/Onslaught? Swindle? Blast Off? Brawl? Anyone?/

No reply. Their comms were deactivated. I couldn't sense them either. I rose my hand to touch my faceplates, only to found that there was no faceplates. I freaked out instantly, got back on my aft and screamed and got back down when I realised that my rotors were longer than from the hub to my aft. It hurts, it really hurts, even it felt by only one rotor. Okay, I raised my hips and folded all rotors up. Good thing they still responded commands.

Just when I was on halfway sat, the door opened and someone with facemask came in. I saw him, he saw me, then he rushed to me when he came to his senses that I was trying to sit.

"Don't sit! You're still in recovery!"

I didn't know who was it, but I followed and laid down once again. The reports from self-repair system came on my HUD and I read them one by one. Fortunately, no essential systems and hardware were needed to be repaired. Mainly just things I had already knew. Equilibrium chip was fine, fuel tank was half-full, not half-empty because I read on the reports that someone filled my tank a few hours ago. Wait, how long had I been offline again?

"How do you feel?"

"I'm fine… just—" static came, and I tried again, "Just needed to have a recharge, I think."

The mech then sat down beside me, "How's your rotors?"

"They're just… I don't know what really happened with them, but I can't feel anything with three but the last functioning normally."

"Well, lucky for you to have four rotors…"

Lucky to have four rotors? What's he talking about?

"What happened?"

He sighed, "A few hours ago, when you're on your way toward here, you fell down with no exact reason. You transformed when you hit the ground and your 2 rotors were bent, 1 plugged out, but 1 still fine. We managed to reattach those anyway, and it's up to your self-repair system to see if they could be fixed for then. Not so long, maybe a day or two. You've been on statis for 8 hours already."

Fell down, oh yes. I remembered falling when I was going here. Heck, 8 hours? How high did I fly? Anyway, where's here?

"Well, here you are on the Protectobots' HQ. I'm Blades, I'm a copter too, just have 2 rotors, though. You're Vortex, right? If you'd like, you can now sit up."

Oh yes, Protectobots' base, I remembered. I sat up, here's Blades. He's another helicopter with 2 rotors. Hehe, I remembered it funny when it came to this situation.

Wait, what?

What am I doing here? Why was I on the Protectobots' base?! Did we got caught?! Where were the others?!

Then a wash of memories came after me. I remembered we gone into a portal of some sort, arrived into some crazy-looking world with a group of crazy-looking Autobots with weird-looking paintjobs. Then I knew that Blades, this Blades were coloured white, with small hints of red and blue. I don't care anyway!

I backed up and moved into the corner, "Stay back! Don't hurt me!" I don't care how pathetic I was look like, I just didn't want to be dragged to his lab again!

"What's wrong with you? No one's gonna hurt anyone. Anyway, I have a cube for you." and I saw he take the cube from the table.

I stared right at him for a few moments. The lack of mask made me feel uncomfortable, knowing that the enemies, especially him and his fragging group, could see my emotions.

He just stared back, smiling, though he also used a mask, I could knew it from his optics. "Take it. Don't worry, there's no additions to it, only a few nanites that'll help you recover your rotors faster."

I doubted it. Maybe the reason he was acting like this is just because he was trying to get me submissive or he put something into the energon and then he'd use it to take me anything he wanted so he could get me open myself and then take as much information as he could get to help the Autobot discover the plans of Megatron to fail them and successfully launched the Ark 2 to outer space and bring all energon from out there and use it to conquer Cybertron and then the universe!

"No thanks I'm fine."

"No, you don't. Take it and don't make me!"

Don't make him?! Okay, I gave in. I just didn't want to be violated again. The last time before now I made him do anything to me was then he forced an interface to me so I want to walk by myself to the lab of his. Please, I had endured enough with them. I didn't want to have it all over again. I moved slowly, only raising my hand to reach the cube and then take it fast as I can. My optics kept focusing on his movements, any movements he made, and then I withdrew my hands quickly. It took a few tries but eventually I took the cube without even got him angry.

He seemed understand why I did that. And, it was then I came to my senses that he wasn't the Blades I knew. My gestalts and I were on a different dimension where the Autobots were good and the Decepticons were bad. I still don't trust them.

When I started drinking, I could remember it all. How I fell down before, I remembered there was a warning on my HUD that RAM was full and so was my processors, thinking about different possibilities of escape by beating Skyfire and Cosmos and it all started only by looking to Hot Spot's smirk! What a way to crash.

So much for the revenge. I can't even stand Hot Spot's smile. Fortunately, they used facemask, except Streetwise and Groove which only using visor, but it wasn't a big deal since I didn't knew him so much and had never face to face with him.

When I finished my drink, I could see him looking at me. I put the empty cube aside whist staring back at me. He then looked away with… was that embarrassment? I didn't dare touch his EM field and certainly hoped he wouldn't touch mine.

"Sorry for that, it was just… I wasn't on the leash. Anyway, I heard your story." He looked at me again. "And if there's something I done which you think disturbed you, just tell me." He then smiled again.

I just nodded. Get the frag out of here, maybe?

"Oh, and… Hot Spot had arranged your and your teammates' room. Because there's no empty room around here, then we have to pair off. You're with me, since he thinks we're both copter and it'd be best to get along."

WHAT?! I'd never want to spend even only one night with any of them! What if he take advantage of me? What if he do something to me? And more 'what if's thought. But what could I do? If I protest, he might wound attack me anyway.

"I won't spend a night with you." I scowled.

"Yeah, we'll see." He sounded amused, "You looked pretty comfortable in my berth after all."

What? His berth? I looked down the berth I had slept on.

"No, I don't mind you if you sleep in there. I'd take the sofa if you think you're not comfortable with me being around."

I didn't move an inch and kept staring at him.

"Don't worry, it's not like I'm gonna walk on you and stab you with my rotor blades."

This time I really asked, but nothing related with the previous sentence, "What time is now?"

"It's 21:33 Earth time. You'd better get used to it since the time between Earth, this planet, and Cybertron are different. And—wait, 21:33? I should've a meeting with the others! See you later, Vortex! And don't forget to get back statis, your system needs it."

He stood up and left. The moment I think he had gone far enough, I started freaking out. I ran to the door, checking whether it was locked to keep me in. Fortunately, it wasn't, and I went outside fast as I could, and managed my rotors not to touch the doorframe, only to find myself ran into someone on the hallway.

I fell on my aft, fortunately all my rotors were still folded up so they wouldn't be bent again if I sat on them. My head aches, so was my chestplate.

"Vortex? What are you doing here?"

Oh yess, that voice… I looked up, oh how I miss that voice… "Onslaught, how am I glad to see you! Please get me out of here! That psyco copter was trying to make me sleep with him!"

Onslaught didn't fall as how I had, he then offered a hand to get me up. I took it, eventually. Onslaught still bigger and heavier than me anyway. "Well, yes, about that… You should do as what he said. Don't worry, he won't disturb you as you thought he will."

"But I just don't want to!"

"Vortex, please, we all enduring the same thing. I myself paired off with Hot Spot, Brawl with Groove, Swindle with Streetwise, and poor Blast Off had to pair with… him."

I winced at the name. Blast Off had to be together with him? That was when I realised that I should be thankful that I had only paired off with Blades, but I also felt sorry for Blast Off. He's a good mech, he didn't deserve to be there in the first place.

"How long have you been woke up, anyway?"

"Have just." I lowered my rotors down. "And also just talked to Blades, but he then went off for a meeting, he said. Anyway, why the frag you didn't answer my comm?"

"I was occupied by talking many things with Hot Spot in the main room and the others were on statis." Onslaught took a step forward, "How's your rotors?" He touched one of my rotors, being one of a few mech I allowed to do that.

"Three numb and one functional, not a big deal. Blades said it'll take a day or two to get them fixed."

Onslaught leaned closer to me and whispered, "You need to statis, Vortex. Statis now." and he withdrew himself.

"I'd like to if there's no fact that I have to do it with someone I hate." I spat.

"If statis now, Blades would made sure you are safe."

I frowned, "He'd make the situation worse! Who knew what he could do to me?!"

"Did he talked to you about the statis plan?"

I leaned my back on a nearby wall, "Um… yes. He said he'll take the sofa if I feel not comfortable for having him"

"Then you'd have no problem. Remember, you can trust these Autobots, okay?"

I remained équellent, and looking to the floor

"Look at me. You would at least try to trust these Autobots, okay?"

I liked the way Onslaught comforting me; it was pleasing. As if he really was my bond. Unable to resist that voice, I looked up, "Yes, I'll try."

Onslaught drew back, "Good. Statis now, your system need it." The amusement in his voice was clear

I couldn't reply to that other than "Okay." and went back to Blades' room.

"Comm me if you need anything." Onslaught told me before I close the door to the room. My emotions were swirling right now and I didn't really care about that.


Équellent means silent in Ecre language XD