And, again, BLURR.
HE SHALL RETURN AND KICK DECEPTICON SKIDPLATE.
Anyways, I drew all my Autobot FCs, but not in their Cybertronian modes; just Earth modes. Anyways, I drew Atomspark's bust. Here's where you can see him: http : / / artistdragon . deviantart . com / art / SOTE - Mr - Soul - Patch - 280585423
I'll draw the others soon enough.
Scrap Metal
IV
Bumblebee pounded his fists into the wall, and looked down the garbage chute in horror. Sari had screamed; it was one of those screamed he had heard in horror movies when the girl got attacked by some revolting monster or the murderous killer found her in a hiding spot, and it would be the last thing she uttered before she had death greet her. Was she okay? Thoughts of all the bad things that could happen to her played in his processor like a broken record. "Sari! Sari, are you okay?" he called in his frantic state. "Hey! Sari!"
Ion moved closer, peering down the opening. "Are you okay?" she shouted, leaning in towards the hole in the wall. "Primus, answer us!"
Peacemaker shuttered. That scream made his hard drive grow cold. He had never, ever heard anybot scream like that before, and it ran chills to his very core. His digits gripped the corners of the square opening, and his mouth creased in a flat line as optics widened. He peered into the darkness, hoping to see her or perhaps the faint outline of her body the light would cause.
"Oh my God," Sari's voice screamed. "Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!"
"What? What is it?" Cliffjumper shouted, shoving through the huddled crowd to lean in towards the opening. "Do you see something?"
Inside of the incinerator, Sari tried to level her panicked breathing, and her heart pounded as if she had ran ten miles without a single break to regain energy. She clutched her chest tightly, and her legs felt like jelly supported by two fragile sticks for bone. She stumbled forward, her body falling against the cube, and then she panicked, pulling herself away from the mangled blue metal as if it were a dead body. Sari swallowed thickly, and rested her hand on the metal.
"B-Blurr, Blurr, it's okay. I'm sorry I screamed . . . It's just that—I'm sorry," she crooned, hoping that she would calm down and that he could hear her voice. "I'm S-Sari, the girl from Earth—friends with the Autobots."
The spark flickered as if in reply. Sari gagged on her own saliva, hugging the metal as best as she could as a form of comfort. "Hang on, Blurr, we're going to get you out of here," she said. "Don't worry." She gingerly pulled herself from the metal, and watched the spark beat in return, like he was begging for her help. Sari ran to the opening, and peered at the minimal amount of light she saw.
"Sari? Sari? Are you okay?" Bumblebee's voice called, laced thick with worry.
"Bumblebee! Everyone!" she called, cupping her hands over her mouth.
"Miss Sari S-Sumdac!" Peacemaker called. "Are you okay? T-that scream was horrifying."
"I found Blurr!"
"W—you what?" Cliffjumper exclaimed, confusion creased his faceplate.
The flashlight he held, which produced a cylinder of light, jumped as he spoke.
"Is he okay, little lady?" Atomspark called.
"No, no he's not!" Sari yelled, her body trembling. "Somebody send me a cable. I will bring him up."
But, a regular sized Autobot could not have fit through this small opening. He must have been chopped into pieces if he could have been thrown into there, and could be able to bring him up. Atomspark gagged at the thought, but did what Sari wanted.
"R-right," Atomspark said, leveling his voice. "Coming right up."
Sari waited for a moment, and then came a slender, long cable that thrust outward came from the opening, and the little grapple at the end clanked at it landed on the metal floor below her. After climbing over the trash, she grabbed the cable between both hands, and rushed over to the cube. She froze, wondering how she was going to do this without hurting Blurr. He was so intensively damaged; could he feel any more pain at all? Sari inhaled sale air, and hugged the cube again.
"Hang on," she whispered, pulling the cable more and started to wrap the cable around the cube as securely as she could. "We're going to get you out of here. We're going to fix you up, okay? Just hang on."
Sari tugged at the cable, and placed the grapple against the cable securely. She gripped the cable, and tugged at it. "Okay, pull us up!" she shouted.
Outside, Atomspark braced his pedes on the floor, and his arm modification grapple-cord started to pull upward, reeling in the cable. Peacemaker bit the tip of his glossa, optic ridges furrowed, and a frown creased his faceplates. Everybot waited anxiously until Sari and a metal cube plopped onto Cliffjumper's desk. The techno-organic panted heavily as she hunched over; head nearly touching the top of the desk. The red secretary blinked, staring at the cube with a frown.
"What is this? This isn't Blurr," he said, jabbing a digit at the metal. "I threw this into the incinerator when traitor Longarm Prime gave . . ." Cliffjumper paused, his sentence dropping off into a dead stop.
Sari circled around, and then glared up at Cliffjumper as she pointed inside of the metal—pointing at Blurr's still-beating spark. The secretary just stood there, his face unreadable for a moment, and then it slowly turned into one of disgust and utter horror. It slowly sunk in; the horror of the situation had his spark in a vice grip. The other Autobots followed suit, staring at the meshed metal. Peacemaker trembled, servos gripping each other tightly as his engine perked in heightened fear—he held onto Ion for support. Atomspark's face was one of complete confusion mixed in with outrage. Bumblebee was appalled, and Ion had a hand clamped over her mouth as she violently trembled. Sari looked up to Ion, a pleading look on her face.
"C-can we help him?" she asked.
Ion couldn't speak. She had lost her voice. Atomspark noticed her frightened self, and he reached over to grip her shoulders soothingly. "He's still online," he answered for his partner. "That means he still has a chance."
Cliffjumper dropped to his knees, staring at the cube as his servos gripped the corners of his desk. His optics were pained, and he gritted his dentals down. "Blurr? Oh, Primus, what have I done?" he whimpered, smashing his helm into the desk and quivering.
Bumblebee's engine grunted and he pushed by the others to gingerly take the cube that was Blurr into his hands. "Well, standing around won't do slag," he snapped, holding the metal close to his chest. "Let's get to emergency, and get some medicbots to help him."
Ion snapped out of her sickened daze, and glanced to the Autobot before her. "Y-you're right," she said, trying to level her voice. "C'mon, let's hurry." She pulled away from Atomspark's grip, grabbed Bumblebee by the arm, and led the mech away. Atomspark was soon to follow.
Cliffjumper stood up on wobbly legs, his engine racing as did his processor, and he cast a pity-filled stare to Cliffjumper; not speaking as he stared. Sari inched closer to the mech secretary, and glanced up at him. "Are you okay?" she asked soothingly.
"N—no, no I'm not," Cliffjumper grunted out. He turned to stare at her with wide optics. "I did—did t-that to Bl—Blurr. I nearly kill—" He put his hands over his face.
"Cliffjumper, snap out of it," Sari said firmly. "Blurr is still online, and he still has a chance. C'mon, let's go."
The red mech stared at the slender organic on his desk, and he calmed his body. Sari looked up at him, a firm look upon her face and her stance stiff. Cliffjumper's engine let out a sigh, and he offered his servo to her, which she readily climbed onto. The red Autobot waited for her to get steady in his palm before he started to move. Peacemaker shifted, and darted off, only to pause a few feet away, waiting for Cliffjumper to follow. He then followed after the other Autobots.
"So, are ya'll stayin' here on Cybertron or movin' back t' Earth?"
Optimus held a cube of liquid Energon, and arched an optic ridge to Jazz, who was munching on small pink florescent Energon cubes and stared at the blue and red Autobot. The Prime shrugged his broad shoulders.
"I would like to, but I'm not sure," Optimus said. "I have to see what's going to happen."
"Yah might have t' make a speech," Jazz said, offering some of the Energon cube snacks to the Autobot in front of him.
Optimus shook his helm, declining the offer of the snack. Jazz shrugged his shoulders, and munched on another single cube. "You're probably right, Jazz," Optimus stated. "I might have to make a speech. Even though we got some dangerous Decepticons in custody, there are others still out there. We have to make sure we get them all."
"Yah, who knows what'll happen if we don't," Jazz stated. "There's a lot out there."
Optimus blinked his optics, nodded again, and took a sip of his liquid Energon. He looked over to his left to see Ratchet still speaking with Arcee. It looked like a serious conversation. Of course it would be a serious conversation. The Prime took another drink of his beverage. The front doors of the room opened up, and a pair of very familiar twins burst into the room, filling the room with a ray of sunlight almost.
"Jetfire, there being heroes of Cybertron!" Jetstorm stated enthusiastically.
Jetfire leaned against Jetstorm, and grinned cheekily. "Oh, yes, they are being heroes!" he said, grinning widely. "Very big heroes!"
"Oh, yes."
Jazz grinned as the Jet Twins approached. "Hey, buddies!" he said, wrapping his large arm playfully around the both of them as best as he could. "How's it goin'?"
"It going well," Jetstorm answered.
"Oh, yes, it be going very well, Mr. Jazz Sir," Jetfire stated, nodding his helm vigorously.
Ratchet turned up from Arcee, stared at the playful Elite Guard Autobots, and his engine let out a sigh. The pink femme Autobot blinked her optics, staring at the duo she had never seen before.
"Ratchet, who are they?" she asked, motioning her helm towards the two siblings.
"Twins Jetstorm and Jetfire," he answered. "They're with the Elite Guard." He turned out to look at the skyline of Cybertron. "They're also the first Autobots that can fly."
Arcee snapped up her helm, her face covered in complete surprise. "But, Autobots can't fly," she said, abashed.
Ratchet nonchalantly shrugged his broad shoulders. "Times are changin'," he muttered.
Arcee blinked, her helm turning downward to stare at her drink, frowning. So much has changed. Bulkhead shifted, finishing his oil, and waved his large three-digit claw-like appendage at the twins, who waved back. Both of the Jet Twins' faces became serious, and they pressed their servos together.
"We being sorry for you loosing Mr. Prowl," Jetfire said sadly.
"Yes, very sorry," Jetstorm added.
The room grew silent, as if they were honoring the past existence of Prowl. Optimus gripped his cube of Energon, bobbing his helm. "Yes, well, thank you," he said softly.
Ratchet frowned sternly, and then he cleared his throat. "Yeah, well, I don't think Prowl would want us glooming over him," he muttered. "But thanks for your concern, kids."
Jetfire and Jetstorm exchanged unsure glances. Jazz sent them a comforting smile, and gave them a firm pat on their shoulders. The twins looked at each other again, and they seemed to perk into their normal, playful and naïve personalities. Both twins turned to Optimus, pulled themselves gently from Jazz's grip, and approached Optimus Prime.
"Mr. Optimus Prime Sir, tell us how you be beating Megatron," Jetstorm said, his hands laced together tightly.
"Yes, how did you be beating that badness 'bot?" Jetfire asked.
Optimus blinked, and then chuckled bashfully. "You want to hear the story?" he asked.
"Oh, yes," Jetfire and Jetstorm said in perfect unison.
"Okay," Optimus said with a grin. "Well—"
The doors opened, and Sentinel came into view. He had a large scowl on his stern face, and his hand gripped the Magnus Hammer. There was a tense moment of silence, and then the current Magnus spoke:
"I told the High Council everything."
Optimus blinked his optics, staring at the Magnus. "You mean . . .?"
"I told them about the Allspark being destroyed and all," Sentinel muttered, waving a servo in the air. "And the High Council is . . . talking about becoming intergalactic partners with Earth . . . and they want to learn more about them . . ."
The group looked surprised. Bulkhead beamed as best as he could with his oddly-shaped jaw. "Alright," he said. "But I wonder how Earth will feel?"
"Who knows," Ratchet said, shrugging his shoulders. "What we know about Earth is minimal anyways. I'm not sure if the rest of the planet will take that well."
Sentinel smirked at the idea of not having Earth as partners.
"Sounds pretty chill t' me," Jazz said, taking another piece of Energon cube and tossed it into his mouth. "I'd like t' go back t' Earth. The place's pretty rad and kickin'."
Optimus smiled at Jazz. The mech soaked up Earth slang like a sponge (whatever a "sponge" was—it was some Earth saying). Jetfire and Jetstorm glanced to each other, and then shrugged at each other. Jazz spoke strangely to them, but then again, they spoke just as strangely.
"Anything else?" Ratchet asked.
"Alpha Trion dismissed the session," Sentinel muttered. "He keeps acting like he's Magnus." He muttered something under his breath, and his thumb component rubbed at his strong jaw. "I suppose he might call you. I dunno. Knowing him . . ."
Optimus exchanged a look with Jazz, who shrugged his large shoulders. Sentinel shifted on his pedes, and looked to the Prime and his crew.
"Have any of you 'bots seen Agent Blurr?"
"Blurr?" Bulkhead said, scratching the top of his helm. "Not since he got sucked into the Space Bridge, no. Why?"
"According to the computers, his energy signature shows him in the Metroplex," he stated firmly.
"He made it back to Cybertron?" Ratchet asked, astonished. "Slag, that's one determined 'bot."
"Apparently," the Magnus answered. "And I was wondering if anyone of you saw him. The High Council is searching for him."
"Well, SM, we haven't seen Blurr," Jazz stated. "But if we do see 'im, we'll give yah a call."
"Good," Sentinel stated, bobbing his helm curtly. "We need to make sure that he's safe. I need to get those glitches off my back."
The medical Autobots felt queasy inside as they stared at the tangled mess of blue metal before them. Red Alert, the only femme of the group, hand her servo clutching her lower jaw, and her digitss brushed over her mouth. It made the other Autobots physically ill with sickness and rage; Red Alert kept her cool as her processor was worked hard to figure out what she could do to help him without harming his spark. Sari stood in Cliffjumper's palm, who was still shaking from the experience. She looked at him and frowned as she felt his tremors jiggle her body.
"Can we help him?" Bumblebee demanded.
"I'm thinking," Red Alert answered briskly. She stooped forward, taking in the gruesome scene before her. "I'm thinking . . ." She looked to the organic, and came to the conclusion that she was not toxic, because Cliffjumper was touching her and nothing was wrong with him (those allegations of organics being toxic was obviously incorrect). "What's your name?"
Sari blinked, staring up at the white and red Autobot femme before her. "I'm Sari," she answered.
Red Alert glanced her over, and gave a bob of her helm. "Okay," she breathed. She turned back to the cube, and then turned to the Autobots. "Obviously, he is in critical condition and in deep stasis," Red Alert stated matter-of-factly. "What we need to do, to protect his spark, is to remove it and place it into a protoform."
"Will h-he make it?" Peacemaker demanded, his hands gripping each other tightly. "H-he will be able to survive, r-right?"
Sari watched the orange and tan mech with a something she found to be very odd: he kept no optic-contact with the one whom he was speaking to. His optics would glance around the room and hardly looked at to the one speaking to him. It was strange. He also hunched his body over, making himself appear smaller as he fiddled with his servos and digits awkwardly. It was just plain old strange.
"It is uncertain," Red Alert stated. "But to give him a fighting chance, we have to try it." She turned to stare at the block of metal. "We need to cut away the metal to get to his spark and remove it." She moved her helm to stare at a fellow medic. "First Aid, go and retrieve a protoform."
"Yes, ma'am," the small, rounded Autobot stated, and he was off.
Cliffjumper twitched, staring at the scrap of metal with wide optics flushed in horror. Disgust, pure, unadulterated anger and fear rushed in his body like they were racers and he were the race track. His spark constricted, and his dentals gritted. "This is my fault," he muttered, hanging his helm. "This is all my fault."
Sari turned to stare at the red Autobot. "No, it's not your fault," she said. "Shockwave did that to him, not you."
"But I threw him into the incinerator," he rasped out, never lifting his helm up.
Sari furrowed her brows, and turned up to Atomspark, Bumblebee, Ion, and Peacemaker, making nonverbal pleas of help with her eyes. Ion cleared her throat, and reached over to put her servo on Cliffjumper's broad shoulders.
"You did not know it was Blurr," she crooned gently. Ion reached down, opening her palm for Sari to crawl into, which she did. Carefully, she moved her hand with the organic perched on it to Bumblebee, who took hold of Sari. "Cliffjumper, let's go outside and talk, okay?"
His sky blue optics were empty orbs, but he nodded his helm. Ion turned up to stare at the yellow Autobot and the techno-organic. "Sari, Bumblebee, could you inform Sentinel Magnus that we found Blurr," she asked calmly, taking control of the situation. "I'm pretty sure if you use the computers, you can find his energy signature and location."
"Sure," Bumblebee said. "N-no problem."
"Yeah, sure," Sari stated, bobbing her head.
The two friends left the small medical room, and Ion led the dishearten Cliffjumper from the room as well, silently talking to him as they went. Atomspark shifted, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, and Peacemaker stared at the cube with wide optics.
"R-Red Alert, will cutting away the m-metal hurt him?" Peacemaker asked softly, pointing at the metal cube.
Red Alert's optic ridges furrowed. "He's in critical stasis," she answered. "If anything, he's probably in more pain now than if we cut away at the metal to get to his spark."
Peacemaker trembled, clenching his servos into trembling fists. Atomspark gripped Peacemaker's shoulder comfortingly as if to calm him. "Don't worry, Peace," he said. "We'll help him."
Peacemaker looked up at the taller mech, and his engine let out a fearful whimper.
"Okay, computer, where's this slagger Sentinel?" Bumblebee growled out, his digits tapping on the keyboard.
Sari looked at the large screen of the computer in front of her, watching as Cybertronian text flash across. Bumblebee's middle digit hit a key, and a red dot flashed on the screen.
"He's in our room," Bumblebee said, surprised. "Why would he be there?"
"To harass us," Sari muttered, crossing her arms over her chest. "What else?"
"True," Bumblebee said, clicking off the digital window, and turned on his heel. "C'mon, let's go and tell Sir Chin that we found Blurr."
"What's taking Bumblebee and Sari so long?" Bulkhead asked, downing another can of oil before putting it aside. "They've been gone for a while."
"I wouldn't be surprised if they got lost," Ratchet stated, an amused smirk spread on his lip components.
"Perhaps we should go look for them," Arcee suggested, rolling her can between her servos.
"Naw, they'll be fine," Ratchet said. "They can handle themselves."
And speaking of the devil, Bumblebee and Sari burst into the room. It looked as if Bumblebee had ran the whole way because his engine was roaring, groaning, and his chest-plating was heaving. Optimus arched an optic ridge.
"There you are, Bumblebee, Sari," Bulkhead said brightly. He moved over to the yellow 'bot, and wrapped an arm around him. "Man, it took you long enough."
"Blurr's been found!" Sari blurted, clinging to Bumblebee's shoulder.
Sentinel perked up, and pushed his way past Optimus Prime and Bulkhead. "Where?" he demanded roughly. "I want to know."
"In the medic ward," Sari answered as Bumblebee regained his posture. "C'mon, he's not well."
"What happened to him?" Optimus asked.
Bumblebee and Sari exchanged looks.
"You won't believe us if we told you . . ."
Blurr shall be rebuilt.
People, we are moving closer and closer to orgasm.
