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Chapter 7
Confusion, Tasers, and Drones
Tawny's P.O.V.
I screamed as the world exploded around me. I couldn't hear anything except the sound of metal grinding together. I was tossed forward, but the seatbelt jerked me to a stop and then tightened around me, pulling me back.
The metal sound disappeared, and was replaced with the loud, but gentle hum of a machine, and, under that, there was the sound of voices. I strained to hear what they were saying, but they were too muffled by the walls. The room, or whatever I was in, was dimly lit up by glowing blue cables and wires that ran across the walls. The world still shook around me, but not as violently as before.
I grew frantic when I realized that Bradley wasn't there. What if he had gotten crushed when…what had happened exactly? What had he meant by 'Autobots'? I didn't know, but I had a feeling that I had just gotten myself into even more trouble than I was already in, and that was saying something. I could practically hear mom for hitchhiking when I got home. That thought instantly made my panic increase tenfold. What if I didn't get home because of this...whatever it was that was happening?
I was distracted yet again when the voices stopped. What was going on? Without warning, the room (box, cage, machine?) pitched to the side, me with it, but I was caught by the seatbelt and held to the wall. I could barely register what was happening. The room(?) felt like a rollercoaster, and each movement was accompanied by loud, echoing clangs and sometimes the room(?) would vibrate.
I couldn't think straight, and I felt sick to my stomach. I had never been on a real rollercoaster, and now I never wanted to. I hadn't screamed so much in my life, not even the time Jack and I had snuck out of bed to watch scary movies when I was seven. Mom had found me huddled against Jack, crying for him to turn it off and him being too petrified to move.
Then, everything stopped.
Well, not everything, but most. The room(?) wasn't violently shaking or flipping around, but the entire room vibrated gently and there was loud, water-like sound that droned out everything.
I had almost collected myself when the world exploded again. The sound of shifting gears and metal rang in my ears again, but, unlike last time, I didn't scream. It wasn't because I wasn't scared, it mostly because the shock was beginning to set in.
I opened my eyes, When had I closed them?, and looked around. I was in the truck again. I couldn't see out the windows because of the blinding light, and then I glanced over at the driver's seat. The very, very empty driver's seat. I was about to scream again, when the seatbelt wrapped around my mouth.
What the...
"Be quiet, duck down, and try not to be seen. If they see you before I can explain..." A voice, Bradley's voice, came from the dash-board.
"Fksdfakl!?" I interjected and the seatbelt came undone.
"Hide and I'll explain later." The voice commanded and then, like an afterthought, "I-I promise."
He promises? What good is a promise? I need to get home. I haven't taken orders from anyone in two years. Why should I start now?
"No. I need to get home." I said, and reached for the door, and tried to yank it open. Locked, of course, because nothing could come easily to me, could it?.
"Sorry..."
"Wh-AH!" I yelped as a sharp pain flared in my shoulder and everything went black.
Breakdown's P.O.V.
I internally winced as her body jerked and slumped against the seats. I had never used the energon taser that KO had installed before, but I could guess they hurt. If Knockout had seen her, she would be a lot worse off than getting tasered. As carefully as I could, I transformed again and walked through the end of the ground-bridge.
I would need to find a safe place to put her. Maybe I could ask one of the drones to take care of her. They were trust-worthy, especially R-0B130, S-T3V3, R-0550, and T-R3K0 or Robbie, Steve, Ross, and Trekker as they were known by their brothers. The drones had started to use human designations instead of their assigned numbers.
I nodded to the drone that had bridged me back to base, O-5CAR, and started toward the other side of the base, where the drones recharged. As I walked, I commed Robbie.
:Robbie?: I asked hesitantly.
:Yeah?: True to form, Robbie immediately picked up on his tone and knew it wasn't a formal call.
:I need a favor...:
:Sure. What is it? 'Cause I am not going to do anything to Knockout for you. The last time...:
He shuddered when he remembered that. Robbie had sabotaged KO's buffer so it would scratch his paint and the entire Nemesis had paid the price. He had denied all the drones medical care and wouldn't let me have his tools to take care of them myself. Then someone had changed the chemicals in the washracks to hot-pink paint.
:How much do you know about organics?: I asked bluntly.
:Not much...:
:Do you think you and Trekker could take care of one for a little while? I was going to return her to where ever she came from, but then the Autobots showed up and I ended up dragging her back to base. I don't even want to think about what's going to happen when KO finds out.:
:Um..Okay...:
:Thank you. Remind me to get you guys some high-grade.:
I could almost imagine the look on his face. Drones almost never got high-grade, the only way to get it was to steal it or get it from me and even then, they opted to share it with each other. Then I groaned...I had just told Robbie I would get him high-grade. The others never let Robbie anywhere near high-grade, partly because he was technically too young for it and mostly because of the after effects. The one time he had been overcharged...I shuddered again...the Nemesis was lucky to have survived with minimal damage.
Robbie and Trekker were waiting for me when I got there. Robbie and Trekker both looked curious as I shifted into my alt-mode, and used my holoform to pull out Tawny and her bag. I sent her gently on the ground and transformed again.
"Is it dead?" Robbie asked bluntly, only to be kicked by Trekker. They weren't supposed to address their commanders without being spoken to first.
"I don't mind, Trekker. She's fine; I knocked her out so KO wouldn't hear her."
Robbie snickered, "You knocked her out to avoid Knockout."
"Yes, just...comm me when she wakes up. I have to go get debriefed about the attack." I hate reporting. I thought and sighed.
Robbie, as if reading my CPU, laughed. "Sucks to be you. Who is it? Screamer or Soundwave?"
"Starscream."
"Good luck with that." Robbie said, and reached down to pick up the human. He gripped her leg between his digits and dangled her near his faceplates. I winced, if they kept that up, she wouldn't survive an hour.
I was about to move forward when Trekker darted forward and carefully snatched the human from Robbie's grasp. He carefully set the still unconscious human down against her bag. Maybe she was in good hands after all.
"Is your processor fried? You don't hold it like that." Trekker said, finally speaking. He was quiet most of the time and when he did speak, it was to lecture one of his 'younger brothers'. He could stop fights with a single glance and make them clean their barracks, thank Primus for that. He insulted them half the time, but it was always affectionately.
He began to walk away as he heard Trekker start to lecture Robbie on how organics were to be handled with care because they were 'fragile and if Robbie had a problem that, he would have to talk to the idiot that had designed them'. Yes, I had left her in good hands.
I am so sorry it took so long to get this chapter up. I had it all typed up and ready to go and then I reread it and it was awkward and poorly written. I completely scrapped the first draft and had to rewrite the entire thing. I hope you guys liked this chapter. I want input on my introductions to Robbie and Trekker. They will be heavily involved in the next few chapters, so I want to know what you think. So go ahead and let me know what you think.
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