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Chapter 7: Return to Peace
"Why is it that we can spend a month searching but not even come close to the slaggin' 'Con base!?" Jazz roared as he paced through the small room.
"Because they move the location of their base continuously." Ratchet spoke up softly, ever the voice of reason, "But that doesn't mean we'll give up Jazz."
Jazz grumbled softly as he walked over to Prowl. The Autobot tactition looked up as his bondmate came closer. "The twins have just informed me that they have detected Decepticon activity 63 miles north of here."
"Autobots!" Optimus's deep voice rumbled through out the base, "Transform and roll out!"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* With The Twins *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Well, well, well. What do we have here? Two lone Auto-brats."
"Starscream," Sideswipe sneered as his brother growled, "What are you up to!?"
"Oh, just testing out our new weapon of sorts."
"Weapon?"
"Yes. You know this weapon quite well, don't they Barricade?"
The Decepticon scout grunted in reply. "Stop acting so cocky, Starscream. It never ends will for you."
"Why you-"
"Starscream," Megatron rumbled, "That's enough. Why don't you be a nice 'Con and show them the weapon?"
"But of course, Lord Megatron." Starscream replied and whistled softly.
Jet engines roared to life as a Black Hawk Jet few into view. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe's optics widened as the jet transformed to hover next to the Decepticon SIC.
Bass looked down at the lambo twins with dull red optics before turning to Starscream. "Sir?"
"You see those two Autobots? I want you to destroy them. And be quick about it!"
The black and silver youngling bowed low, "Of course, Sir." Bass spoke softly before he landed in front of the twins.
"Bass...what are you doing? Why are you siding with the 'Cons!?" Sideswipe exclaimed.
"He can't hear you, Auto-scum! He is now fully one of us," Starscream smirked evilly, "You have no chance."
Sunstreaker snarled loudly at the F-22's words. "Silence yourself, Starscream! You don't know anything about OUR youngling!"
"He's no longer your youngling. He never was." Megatron sneered, "Now Bass! You've wasted enough time! Destroy the Autobots!"
"Yes, at once Lord Megatron." Bass charged towards the lambo twins and with a flick of his wrist the black and sliver youngling brought out his energon sword.
"Bass," Sunstreaker exclaimed as he dodged Bass' swing, "Snap out of it!"
"Silence Autobot!" Bass growled softly. "I have my orders!"
Before Bass could attack the twins, however, the black and silver youngling was blasted back.
"Sunny! Sides!" Bluestreak quickly ran over to his two bond mates. "Are you okay!?"
"Yes we're fine. And hopefully so is the 'Con you just blasted."
"Now, why would ya go an' say somethin' like that, Sideswipe?" Jazz questioned softly.
"I-I think I know why Jazz."
The silver saboteur looked over to where Prowl was pointed and gasped. Bass, his youngling, was slowly rising out of the smoke while his energon sword flashed a deadly violet color.
"No. That can't be. There's no way that that is our Bass." Bumblebee mumbled softly.
"It is," Sunstreaker growled, "Mega-head and Screamer made him into a 'Con!"
Jazz slowly shook his helm, optics locked onto the form of the mech he had watched grow from a sparkling as he slowly approached, "No. MY Bass is still in there somewhere. I know it."
Loud laughter quickly answered the saboteur's words, "Foolish Auto-scum! He's no longer the mech you thought you knew. He belongs to Lord Megatron! Down to his course programming!" Starscream roared.
Bluestreak growled as he fired a shot at the Decepticon SIC, hitting him in the wing. "Shut up! You don't know Bass like we do! There's no way that he'd even willingly join you!"
"Blue! Look out!"
Sideswipe yanked the young gunner back just as an energon sword slashed through the air where he was just standing.
"Bass!" Bluestreak pleaded, "Stop this! I know you don't want to do this!"
The black and silver youngling sneered at Bluestreak, baring his dental plating. "Silence yourself Autobot. You are weak so you have no right to command! You must only obey!"
"Is that what they told you!?" Sunstreaker roared, "That's not the way you were raised Bass! You were raised as an Autobot!"
Jazz quickly jumped in-between as Bass swung his sword as the yellow twin and caught the blade. "Bass, ya have ta stop this." The saboteur spoke calmly as the blade cut deeper into this hand, "I'm not gonna force ya ta come with us but I want ya ta fight the control Megatron as over ya so ya can make your own choice. No matter what ya pick, I'll love ya."
Bass hung his helm and allowed the handle of his blade to slip through his fingers as Jazz tossed it aside. "Dad...I-I'm sorry."
The silver mech smiled as he pulled the black and silver youngling to himself. "It's okay. I'm here an' so is Prowler."
As if to prove the saboteur's words, Prowl wrapped his arms around both of them. "Jazz is right, Little One. We're both here."
Bass snuggled closer to his two guardians as Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, and Bluestreak quickly took care of the 'Cons and sent them running to their base.
The lambo twins quickly made their way over and snatched Bass away from Jazz and Prowl. "We were worried about cha, Little Guy!" They both exclaimed.
"I-I'm so sorry you guys!" Bass whimpered as energon tears ran down his face plates.
"Hey now," Sunstreaker mumbled as he pulled the black and silver youngling closer to his chassis. "We're not mad at you. None of this was your fault, alright?"
Bass nodded stiffly before buring his face into the yellow twin's neck. "O-Okay."
Optimus smiled softly at the sight. It was very rare to ever see Sunstreaker in such a docile mood. Normally the yellow warrior would fend off any bot, with threat of deactivation, who wasn't his brother that attempted to do anything Bass was doing.
Sideswipe grinned before gently running a single finger down Bass' back, causing the black and silver youngling's engine to purr softly. "Alright. Lets get this little guy home, where he belongs."
Sunstreaker nodded before handing Bass off to Jazz, the saboteur swiftly pulling the black and silver youngling closer and gently nuzzling his helm.
"Alright Autobots! Transform and roll out!"
