A/N: Here it is. the 7th Chapter of "A Family Bound by Spark." Seven Chapters! This Chapter is special. It's the Brothers' first fight! YAY!
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-Blah-= Grayson Brother Connection
'Blah'= Thought
:Blah:= Comm. Link
The Base alarm activates, sending the piercing sound echoing through the Hangar. Everyone drops what they're doing and quickly gathers around the computer, the Brothers joining out of curiosity.
"Ratchet?"
The Medic presses some buttons, the screen lighting up.
"We've detected a fresh Energon signal. It looks like there's no Decepticons currently at the site, but we can never be too sure."
Optimus nods before telling everyone to prepare. He stops the Brothers.
"Nightwing, Windstorm, Stormjumper. The three of you will remain here."
He quickly holds up a servo, preventing any protests. He knew they wanted to help. However, there was just one problem.
"You have no experience fighting Decepticons. If they were to show up, you three would be at a great disadvantage. You will remain here with the children and Ratchet while we secure the Energon. Understood?"
"…Yessir."
*Tap*…*Tap*…*Tap*…*Ta-
"Would you please stop that infuriating noise?"
…
*Tap*
Ratchet sighs in frustration, turning to the source. Nightwing, Windstorm, and Stormjumper were all sitting in the corner, their gaze focused on the floor, and wings lowered in disappointment. Sighing again, Ratchet leaves the computer and walks over to the Brothers.
"I know you three are disappointed, but Optimus is just trying to-"
"We just want to help."
The Medic blinks, surprised that Nightwing, the most polite out of all of them, actually interrupted someone. Nightwing looks up at the older Mech, and Ratchet instantly sees the need. The need to help.
Before anything else can be said, the Comm. Link opens.
:Ratchet! The Decepticons are here. The Energon is at risk!:
Ratchet rushes over to the console, and starts talking to Optimus. The Brothers look at each other, conversing over their "Brother Connection."
-We have to help!-
-You heard Optimus. We don't have any experience fighting Decepticons. We still don't even have a lot of knowledge about Cybertron.-
-He's right 'Jumper. I seriously doubt Ratchet would even let us near the GroundBridge controls.-
The youngest Grayson Brother growl and starts to pace.
"We need to help them. It's the least we can do after everything. And I bet Ratchet would let us go if we didn't have the giant targets known as our wings. We need to get rid of them somehow."
A small box pops up in the young Mech's vision. He focuses on it, confusion filling his optics.
'Wings Back? What's that?' He confirms the program.
The sound of shifting metal brings Ratchet's attention to the brothers. He's ready to snap, when the sight in front of him kills the words. Stormjumper is standing in front of him with no wings. Nightwing, Windstorm, and the children are all looking at the blue and gray Mech with wide eyes and optics, jaws dropped.
Ratchet finally finds his voice.
"Stormjumper…Where are your wings?"
Stormjumper turns, showing his back to the Medic. In place of his wings is what looks like extra armor forming what seems to be a backpack-type shield. Upon closer inspection, he realizes that the "Extra Armor" was, in fact, Stormjumper's wings.
More shifting metal causes Ratchet to focus on Nightwing and Windstorm, their wings gone too. Without a word, all younglings, Cybertronian and human alike, look at Ratchet. There was a flicker of hope in the faceplates of the Grayson Brothers.
The cranky old Medic sighs.
"This is against my better judgment, but alright."
:Optimus, hold tight. I have an idea.:
Arcee gets off two shots before ducking back behind the boulder.
:Optimus, I know we need the Energon, but…we can't hold out much longer.:
:Understood Arcee. Just a little more time. Ratchet has a plan.:
Suddenly, a cry of pain reaches Optimus. Looking around, the Prime feels his spark stop when he spots Smokescreen. The young Mech is lying on the ground unconscious, Energon pooling around him, his leg pinned by a boulder, and an Insecticon looming over him. Optimus tries to get to Smokescreen, but shots narrowly missing his helm force him to duck behind the wall once again. He peeks around the edge, suddenly seeing a mass of blue. Ultra Magnus! The Commander was closest to Smokescreen. He could protect him.
:Ultra Magnus. Smokescreen is injured and you are closest to him. You must protect him.:
:Understood, Sir. I request cover-fire.:
Before Ultra Magnus can move, the Insecticon screeches, lifting a clawed servo.
"SMOKESCREEN!"
Bullets fly, striking the Insecticon. It screeches again, backing away from the injured Mech. Team Prime looks up, the sight of three familiar Jets a welcome relief.
:Optimus, we'll take care of the bozos in the air. Get to Smokey.:
Seeing Optimus nod, Windstorm flicks his wing, signaling to his brothers. They flick their wings back in confirmation, and Windstorm focuses on the Decepticons in front of them.
-Alright guys. Let's light up the sky.-
