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False Hope
The Decepticons' shielding technology is still down, and they haven't repaired it yet. My suspicions indicate that the Decepticons have yet to figure out that their shielding frequencies are down in the first place.
"Ratchet," I asked, "have you made any progress in locating Elita?"
"Negative, Optimus. Only Decepticon signals, although I can't seem to pinpoint exactly which signal belongs to which 'Con."
My spark sank-not one sign of Elita. I might as well give up hope on her; she's more than likely gone. I'll get over it, and I'll live life, with or without Elita. Sometimes, you just have to look at the facts and accept them-Elita's gone.
Ratchet must have sensed my dying hope, because he perked up and added, "Optimus, Elita was training as an Autobot spy at the time you two were spark-bonded."
I caught on quickly. "Then, her signal would not have been entered in the database! Of course!" My face fell again.
"Optimus? What's wrong?"
"Ratchet, what if it's false hope? What if she's really gone?" My emotions were a blurr. I felt like my spark was a ball of titanium, rolling towards the ocean, falling in the ocean, and sinking straight down to the bottom with no second thoughts. Ratchet put a reassuring servo on my shoulder blade.
"Optimus, I know that deep down inside you, you know that Elita's alive, but you always want to be prepared for whatever is coming next, and so you're preparing yourself for what you fear is going to happen."
I smiled softly at my old friend. "You're right, old friend. I worry too much."
"Elita's smart," Ratchet replied, "and I have this strange feeling that she fears the same for you. Don't focus on what could happen-instead, focus on what's already happened, and go from there."
"Sound advice, old friend," I replied, "and I will take it."
I turned around to face the Autobots. My hope had been renewed, thanks to Ratchet. "Autobots, "I commanded, "ready yourselves for battle."
"What kind of battle?" a green mech, Bulkhead, asked.
"We are going to sneak aboard the Decepticon warship."
"To try and save Elita?" Arcee, a blue femme with pink accents and the youngest sister of Elita One, asked.
I turned towards her and smiled. "No, Arcee," I replied. "To save Elita."
Elita's Point of View
I think after I refused to spark-bond with Megatron, he's been throwing fits about it and going on rages through the ship.
He hasn't been taking me on walks around the warship, much to my relief, but I often hear crashes and shouting Vehicon troopers, probably the more unfortunate ones who are unlucky enough to be caught in the middle of Megatron's rages.
Besides that, things have been quiet lately. Dreadwing sometimes comes in and gives me updates on the best ways for me to get out, but he never actually does anything to get me out in the first place. I know that timing is everything, but I'm getting restless just waiting in here for the perfect moment to escape!
This time, though, when Dreadwing comes in, he has some different news. "Elita, I have a plan to get you off, but we have to act quickly while Megatron's out."
"Where's he at?"
"I'm not supposed to tell you."
"You're not supposed to be helping me escape, either! Please, just tell me!" I begged.
He turned away and muttered something, but I couldn't make out the words. Then he turned to me and said, "We've detected Autobot signals. 6, to be exact."
"Is Optimus with them?"
He took a deep breath and replied, "Yes, he is. Along with a yellow and green mech and 2 femmes, one light green and one navy blue and pink. They resemble you, in a way."
My optics went wide and my faceplates lit up. "Those are my sisters!" I exclaimed. "Arcee and Chromia! Although, I'm not quite sure about the other two."
"That doesn't matter right now," Dreadwing replied. "We need to get you off this ship, while many of the Decepticons are off fighting!"
He held a servo out to me. "Are you coming, or not?"
I took a few calming breaths and nodded my head. He helped me up, and we both snuck out of the cell.
As we were sneaking around, a thought struck my head: What if Optimus is killed by Megatron, or what if Megatron finds out I escaped? He would surely punish Dreadwing! I started to wonder if this was a false hope. I mean, what if Dreadwing's been lying this whole time? I know he's an honorable soldier, but what if Megatron commanded him to do it without me knowing? Nonetheless, I had to take my chances. For my sisters.
For Optimus.
I may not post another chapter tomorrow, and I won't be able to Saturday night, but hopefully I can post the next one soon!
By the way, I'm not as familiar with Chromia's personality and skills as I am with Arcee's. Any suggestions for Chromia I would gladly take!
Thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed!
Signing off, theautobotprincess
