Jeez you'd think that since I'm now in college I'd be having a hard time working on this story, but instead I'm typing them down like it's nothing…
I apologize if Blast-off seems out of character, I'm having a hard time figuring out how to write him.
Vorn = 83 years
Disclaimer : I own nothing
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Blast-off woke with a splitting pain in his processor, and what looked like the Autobot third in command giving him a look that basically said 'I know something you don't know'. It was quickly annoying him.
As he was about to comment the Autobot turned around and yelled to somebot he couldn't see, "Hey Op, Ratch, the patient's awake!"
He was less than pleased to be treated as though he wasn't there. He went to move around only to find that one of his legs had been chained to the wall.
"Ah you're awake good," he looked up to see the Autobot leader standing over him with Ratchet off to the side. The Autobt leader turned to his third and simply said one sentence, "Thank you for watching him Jazz we can take it from here." The third simply nodded and left the room.
With only those three in the room the medic finally spoke up, "I guess we should probably tell you why you're here."
Blast-off gave him a look as though he were an idiot, "I am a prisoner of war, that's easy to figure out."
"Not exactly," the Autobot leader was giving him a look that he could only assume was supposed to be comforting, "there's a different reason."
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Jazz stopped as he left the room and looked back at the door. On the one hand he could listen in and possibly find some juicy gossip or some knowledge for while their on the battlefield. Or he could end up listening in on some boring conversation.
Shrugging he put his audio receptors against the door.
Hey boring or not it's something to do.
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"I can't believe you disobeyed my orders and left Blast-off in a place where the Autobots could get him!" Vortex sat in a chair as Onslaught paced around the room they were in. Needless to say the Combaticon leader was less than happy. "Thanks to you I had to leave Swindle to fend of Starscream by himself!"
Vortex was becoming incredibly bored, but he knew this was going to end soon. Whenever these sort of things happened Onslaught gave him a good yelling and then had him leave the room.
He was right about it ending soon but not how he expected. Instead of Onslaught sending Vortex to the door, Onslaught himself went up to it. "I want you to stay there and think about what you've done while I go and hunt down Brawl and Swindle. We're getting Blast-off back." And with that he closed the door leaving Vortex alone in the room.
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"You expect me to believe that I'm with spark," Blast-off looked to the Autobot leader and medic who were nodding, "That is not possible, I have not interfaced with anyone in over a vorn."
"Just because you haven't interfaced recently doesn't mean no of your gestalt mates have."
Blast-off looked at the one who said that, the Autobot medic, "Pardon?"
The medic rubbed the back of his head with a nervous look on his faceplate, "Well you see when one member of a gestalt gets sparked he spreads the unborn sparklings onto his gestalt mates the moment they combine." When he saw that the Decepticon was giving him a blank look he continued his explanation, "It's important that they combine when one of them ends up sparked or that one member ends up carrying all those sparklings themselves. I'm sure you can assume how bad it is for the bot or con to carry five or six sparklings."
He nodded, "Yes it can cause a lot of problems for their body and cause the sparklings to be premature."
"Now do you see why you were so unwell when you transformed?"
Blast-off gave the Autobots another 'you're an idiot' look, "It's Swindle or Vortex's fault."
The two bots gave him a confused look, "Why not Brawl or Onslaught?"
"Brawls to stupid and Onslaught would never interface with a random Cybertronian."
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Onslaught found Brawl passed out in the middle of the rec room forcing him to have to drag the other back to their quarters. But finding Swindle was nowhere near as easy.
He knew that the smaller con wouldn't go against his orders, but he knew that the other had a knack for getting into trouble no matter where he was. And he was in trouble right now for he could feel fear coming from Swindle's part of the bond. But everywhere he went he could not find Swindle.
That is until the smaller con ran into him knocking Swindle off his feet and causing Onslaught to almost loose his balance.
But that didn't matter now, they needed to group up and make a plan for getting Blast-off back.
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Jazz left from where he had been listening in with a pleased look on his faceplate.
So what doc bot said about the Combaticons being with sparklings is true.
As he continued to walk down the hall one thought popped into his processor.
We're going to have to get those sparklings soon or we'll end up with even more Decepticons to worry about.