Holy CRAP I apologize for the long wait...I wanted to do (finish) my stories one at a time, but I don't think I can do that without going crazy XD. So without further ado, here's Chapter 7 of 'I only wanted a nap!'
I do not own Transformers/Beast Wars and their related material such as characters and plots, etc. etc.
Chapter 7: We're in Trouble
I wanted to fight back, I really did. Only problem was: I couldn't when I had a freaking sword poking and prodding me every step of the way, threatening to plunge itself into my back. Also had Mirage and Demolishers' death grips on each of my shoulders, and SnowCat (who joined us mid-way to Galvatrons' new hideout) brought up the rear with his primed cannons ready to fire IF I had found some way to escape Starscreams' sword. And what made things ten-fold worse was that they had Whiskers! The horror! (And no, I was not being sarcastic).
We are so dead-
Be quiet
We are so dead-
Child, I WILL smack you
We're gonna die slow and agonizing deaths
Oh for the love of Primus –I'm going to die, YOU'RE NOT
But after they destroy you and the Autobots, who's to stop them from reaching Primus' chamber?!
…
That's what I thought!
Well –well what makes you think that the Autobots will lose? That's a little presumptuous don't you think?! I glanced at a whimpering Whiskers, now that I think about it…if I die, you'll get your body back won't you?
Yeah…
Great! Now quit your bitching! I stressed myself out with the realization that I would be dying in a cheesy anime…a cheesy anime that was far out of reach from my home. No matter how much I told myself that things would work in my favor and that I could take things in stride whilst absolutely care-free…it was all false reassurances. And to top off my sour mood, I made Sixshot sad. I mentally cursed our telepathic/empathic link.
I'm sorry…that was really selfish of me…
…Sixshot…
Now that I think about it, I don't want YOU to die…I want my body back, but, I don't want you to perish before then… his words carried weight. In the short time that he had known me, the kid had gotten attached.
I sighed as my captors herded me into a dark, poorly maintained bunker. Starscream hustled up to my left, his sword still trained on me, as Mirage moved to my rear flank in place of where Flyboy was. Demolisher and SnowCat remained quiet, highly unlike themselves, as they both moved to my right and front. I glanced over to Whiskers to see that she was tense, but still, in SnowCats' hold. She harbored some damage, but nothing too life-threatening. At that moment anyway, I dreaded what Galvatron would do to her once he disposed of me.
"What will happen to her?" I asked the respirator-wearing bot in front of me.
"Don't know" his tone was the complete opposite of his cheerfully destructive attitude (from what I had gathered from previous interactions). That's weird, did Starscreams' asshole-ishness spread? I asked to no one in particular, but I still got a response anyway. He probably knows, just doesn't want to tell you… Sixshot murmured sullenly.
SnowCat has probably taken a liking to her already…he seems like that kinda guy
Taking an immediate liking to critters? Sounds like someone I know the kids' tone didn't change. And not wanting the melancholy feeling to continue I snorted: Really kid, lighten up; I'm sure there will be an opportunity for me to kick some serious ass. I might unleash some unknown power or something… I was pushed through a decrepit looking doorway and right into Galvy's new lair. And despite the sense of imminent danger, I still tried to cheer up Sixshot. Seriously, the guy may look tough but I'm sure he's a total pushover
Don't-
And even if he gets the upper hand, I have a feeling some deus-ex machina is gonna swoop in and save me. Cuz that's just how this universe-
Stop. Just…stop.
My antennae drooped as Sixshot 'withdrew'. In spite of being in the face of the purple douche that was Galvatwit, I was not angry with my link-buddy. He evidently did not wish to feel my death –or the full extent of it anyway. So I took my impending doom like a champ:
"Hey Fugly" i.e. by being as disrespectful as I could possibly be "I see you haven't shoved your sword up your ass as I had so politely requested-"
"Silence you fool!" Galvatrons' smug smirk instantly evaporated as he shot up and took a swing. And due to my superior reflexes (or rather the fact that he telegraphed the punch) I easily dodged his fist…which went straight to Mirage. I chortled "Ouch, and he's one of your most loyal too –ergh!" but I found myself restrained by Scorponok -who appeared out of nowhere- and Demolisher. Damn sneak attacks I grunted and coughed loudly as Galvatrons' fist found its' intended mark; such as my chest. My very essence stopped beating (very much like a human heart would after a blunt force hit it) for a full moment, and then resumed beating –or rather palpitating. I groaned as Scorponok lovingly (sarcasm) released me so I would fall to the floor, but it was a slow drop since Demolisher didn't quite let go. As my side met the floor, I could faintly hear Demolisher apologize. Whiskers yowled and bounded/limped to my side like a loyal kitty.
"Now that we've gone through 'pleasantries'-"
"Ass-hat" I muttered. Bruticus kicked me.
"…I wish to discuss business with you Sixshot"
"Oh do you really"
Galvatron sneered and grabbed me by my antennae. I hissed in pain as I was pulled to the purple turds' level. "Yes really. I wish to talk about your punishment"
"Would that be talking me to death?" I got punched again. I silently begged for an opportunity.
"No you imbecile!" Galvatron dropped then kicked me to the far end of the room. I leered at him, I just need an opening.
"You're just gonna kick me around then?! Come on do something creative NumbNuts!" I challenged with the hope that he was as volatile as the guard a while back. I got a scowl then…a smile.
"Very well" and with a speed identical to Starscreams', Galvatron aimed his shoulder cannons in Whiskers' direction and fired. And with zero regard to my health, I leaped into the path of destructive beams.
I was no hero. I hated doing heroic things, the great sacrifices with little to no benefits…
I groaned/gurgled as I slumped to the floor.
…but I considered the life of my Terrorcon buddy to be well worth it, the mechanical feline reminded me of my own cat back home. Which I strangely remembered in good detail as compared to the rest of my memories, those being faded recollections of self.
"Have you learned your lesson?"
"If the lesson was…energy beams are bad…for my health…I say…it was pointless…" my abdomen was a smoldering wreck, a feeling thirty fold worse than having a pit in your stomach. Even so, I was still going to be a snarky piece of shit. Galvatrons' venomous leer was well worth it.
"You stupid kid, you just don't know when to shut up" he sighed "I suppose there is no point in prolonging your aggravating existence…Starscream"
FlyBoy required no more encouragement as he nodded and strutted toward me with his sword drawn. "Prepare to join your brother"
A sudden surge of robo-adrenalin, that was not my own, shot through me as I caught Starscreams' sword. Sixshots' unadulterated hate and anger seemed to swallow me as the pain in my abdomen went away. What the-
I just realized this is a sterling opportunity to get back at Galvatron
Why-
Starscream gasped as Sixshot/I threw him across the room and proceeded to blast him with the beam cannon. Did you forget that little chat we had with Prime? The mechanical body's original owner jested demonically Galvatron crushed my brother!
And you come out with this NOW?!
The Maximus brothers attempted to tackle us, only to tackle each other as Sixshot levitated up into the air at a dizzying speed. His control was not contested. No Siree, I was more than happy to be the backseat driver for once. I was…deep in thought…
I thought our thoughts and feelings were constantly being relayed?
I'll explain everything when we get outta here he sidestepped Galvatrons' sword and countered with a short burst from his turret. Our large purple adversary proving to be more of a challenge as he also dodged that attack with ease. When?! As compared to IF, good to hear that optimism! Not like I was gonna die seconds ago!
"Quit bugging me!" Sixshot growled as Demolisher and SnowCat tried to rush us, his/our sight never leaving Galvatron. The crowded room getting ever so more crowded no thanks to the brawl, that, and Sixshots' anger began to subside. Not as if he was finally realizing that we were still on the SCREWED side of the spectrum, no, it was just that our connection was slowly favoring my side, which was dominant because it was MY soul in his body. I wanted to ask how he had gained control (again) considering his 'soul' was out of his body and back in Primus' chamber…however I had some knowledge on mumbo-jumbo such as what we had experienced. The kid, from what I could only guess, had used his sheer will –his consciousness to regain his body through our link. It was a shame really; he had the upper-hand, for a time, and even the chance to pulverize Galvatron with all his teenage (if he was the Transformers equivalent of a teenager) rage. But alas, the pain in his/my abdomen slowly weaseled its' way back into our conscious mind, and since she was nearby, Whiskers took that as her time to tug on my leg with her mouth as if to say 'we need to GTFO'. I didn't argue, there was a reasonable opening behind me from when Mirage tried to blast us, and all our foes were gathered in a rather nice little group IN FRONT of us. Yes, it was an opportune time to GTFO.
"You have no escape!"
Seriously? I was thankful that my jets still worked; I was so close to being grabbed by a whole bunch of guys. And I wasn't the touchy-feely sort of person. "Oh really?! Then what do you call this?!" I barely was out of reach of Starscreams' sword, not because I was super quick (I couldn't be when I was coughing, groaning and clutching my mid-section), no, it was thanks to an interloper.
A whole group of them to be correct.
"Autobots!"
"How did they find us?!"
"Never mind them! Just bring me Sixshots' head!"
I put my jets on maximum burn as I met up with Ironhide and Jetfire. Both of which weren't power-linked, something that caught me and Sixshot off guard considering it would be a sign that the Autobots were battle-ready. Hell, I witnessed more power-linking than transforming damn it!
"Making friends I see" Jetfire quipped and suppressed fire.
"Everywhere I go" I retorted. I barely knew the guy yet we chatted like life-time friends. Perhaps not all the Autobots are judgmental and bitter…
All of them seem okay…well…except for that omnibot chick, she seems a little uptight…
Reminds me of a certain SIC, I wonder if those two will hook up or something…-
We're in the middle of a battlefield and you're thinking about THAT?!
Meh –hey, you sound like you're cheering up!
I'm still angry I didn't get to make Galvatron pay…he was…he was right THERE
I hobbled closer to the back of the group as the Autobots swarmed Galvatron and his lackeys. The ratio was around FIVE Autobots to a single Decepticon (and there were eight Decepticons?), a majority of them being those nameless generic bots that possessed no fear or mercy. They almost reminded me of ants.
"You okay pal?" Ironhide noticed my hunched state. I gave him a blank stare, not bothering to dignify such a silly question with a response. Talking was painful anyway. Not as if I had to either, not when three little Transformers hurried over on each side of me.
"You are hurt; oh dear!" the yellow one to my right gaped at my charred mid-section.
"Well you have no reason to fear!" the red one to my left patted my arm. I resisted the impulse to smack him.
"Team Ironhide is here!" and the blue one on front of me saluted.
Twitch. Twitch. I am so done
Same here
A green Transformer with an orange face that appeared to have had a mustache styled on it waved for us to get behind cover. Bulkhead, if I remembered correctly. "Don't just stand around! Get the poor lad to safety!"
The triplets jumped in unison and ushered me toward the opening that Bulkhead resided in. Whiskers, not wanting to stay on a battlefield where an Autobot or two would mistake her for some other Terrorcon, ran swiftly to meet up with us. Which earned a gasp and a shout, but my four comrades made no hostile action toward her. Good. A lot of hurt would have been inflicted upon them in life and the afterlife if they did so. And because we were all good pals, we walked through the dark corridor without so much as a peep.
"It should be…Aha!". After we had traveled some more underground (sensing a pattern here?) with the ultimate goal of finding me a much needed medic, Bulkhead and the rest of us had finally found a large open area that was well lit. It was definitely someplace I could have probably found on my own, especially since the 'hospital' had a humongous non-discreet CROSS on the face of the facility. Although going there alone would have been a terrible idea because once we were at the entrance I was greeted 'boldly' by some large red winged Autobot and his troop.
"Shockblast!" 'boldly' would be a euphemism for: 'assholes all pointed their guns at me in a threatening manner, not paying ANY attention to my condition'. I'm getting real sick of this nonsense… I wanted to throw profanities at him, or perhaps make a series of animal noises, though I was too busy trying NOT to PASS OUT. So I kept my 'mouth' shut and let Bulkhead do all the talking. He seemed like a no-nonsense kind of guy as well, someone I could respect.
"At ease men! This buckaroo is no Shockblast!"
He even SOUNDS like a grandpa!
"Then who is he?! He has the Decepticon mark-"
"For the LOVE of PRIMUS someone get me a DAMN medic or I WILL SPEW BODILY FLUIDS ALL OVER THE PLACE!"
That's quite the threat-
It's not a threat, I shrugged off the triplets and shuffled quickly through the front entrance, still clutching my metal abdomen it's a PROMISE. I chuckled darkly as Sixshot 'gulped'.
Everyone was, at first, threatened by my presence. But as soon as I made it clear I just wanted to lie down and get some damn medical attention, they all calmed down. Nurse bots chattered nervously, yet they still faithfully carried out the doctor bots' orders. Whom was equally nervous. Some of the more dauntless nurses would pat Whiskers if they found the time. And since she was a good kitty, Whiskers would let them. I hadn't the slightest idea why she was so different from other Terrorcons (in more ways than one), it was just something I was thankful for especially since we were in such fragile company. That company getting even frailer once another familiar bot stepped in, somewhere near the end of my operation.
It was certainly an interesting reunion. "SUUUHHHHH DUDE" yup, I was drugged. Or what could pass as drugged for a Transformer anyway.
Rodimus winced at my unusual greeting but shook it off. "You're making quite the recovery"
I couldn't keep my head straight, my claw continued to stroke Whiskers because I did not know what else to do with it. "Ssssooofffft kiiiiiitty" the Terrorcon purred as I unintentionally (gasp) ignored the large flamed Autobot in front of me, who continued to give his report with a grimace.
"I do not wish to alarm you, but Galvatron has escaped…though we have successfully captured two of his men…"
Even Sixshot proved to be affected by the anesthesia too, only it was shown through his soft 'snoring'.
"As for your original mission to retrieve Kickers' family, I am happy to share that they have been saved…"
I started to snicker randomly, as if someone pulled a really good prank. Rodimus sighed. "I'm sorry about how WingSaber treated you, I was sure to explain who you are and your importance to us…"
My antennae twitched, I was still too drowsy to catch that ONE word that I would have surely scoffed at. "Actually, I wish to apologize for any Autobots that had treated you unfairly, it's…it's not every day we get someone like you on such short notice" his expression was lost on me (blurry vision, wee) as he spun on his heel and left the room "Primus wishes to have an audience with you, a group of Autobots will escort you to his chamber once you come around". As soon as Rodimus was gone, the doctor stepped into the room (I could tell because he was mainly sheet white), prepped to finish the tedious task of repairing me.
"Okey dokey young man, I'm gonna –oh my"
He must have seen how active I was. "You may need an extra dose…hang on" the white shape floated over to a tray and then back to my prone form "Now I just gotta get this stupid cat to-". I heard Whiskers protest as the doctor shooed her off of me "There we go! After this I gotta double check your insides and replace any parts that need replacing!".
He sounded too cheerful as I felt a needle prick my first pain sensor and inject its' contents into me. "Naaaaaarrrrniiiaaaa" I slurred as my vision slowly edged to black.
In those final moments I heard and saw two new figures enter the room, protesting as they were forced onto the medical beds. And a third ghostly shape flickered in my peripheral vision. I thought nothing of it, being heavily drugged and such. Sixshot, however, seemed to waken slightly from his nap despite being influenced by the anesthesia too.
Shock…blast…