Hello! Okay, I'm gonna go my happy dance ebcause GUESS WHO LIVED?! OOOOOOOOOPTIMUUUUUUSS! (does a happy dance, squealing and giggling)
Disclaimer: Don't own Transformers unfortunately.
Warnings: not at the moment, now.
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Chapter 8
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Ratchet remained at the control station, though he did not remain still. Right now, he was pacing back and forth, rubbing at his chin as he tried not to go into thoughts of the worst case scenarios of what could happen to the femme and two mechs had had just sent out on their first mission.
What if they were lost? What if the scanner broke and they weren't able to find their objective? Or what if they did find the object and hadn't bothered to call back? What if that object was a ship containing a dangerous creature that was attacking them and they were too busy fighting to call for back up?! What if…?!
The old medic grabbed the edge of the keyboard, taking in deep intakes of air to try and calm his stress levels a bit.
Maximum and Silversun, even Shrapnel, knew that if they had any questions they could ask Ratchet. If they were in danger, then they would immediately call for back up if it got out of hand. The old mech took in a deep intake.
"Ratchet!"
He turned at the summons, recognizing the voice immediately, "Yes, yes, what is it you need Cyclonus? I am currently busy—"
The old mech choked back slightly on his words at the sight that greeted him. In Cyclonus' arms, was a limp, unconscious and slightly foaming at the lip plates Galvatron, who was flinching and seemed to be in some sort of shocked state.
Immediately, Ratchet ran over, "Place him on a med. berth!"
He left the main controls, servos sliding over them and accidentally severing the comm. line between the base and the frequency of the three young ones he was supposed to be keeping an optic on.
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It felt like they had been up in the cool sky for hours. The full moon remained a smooth, white circle on the sky, while Silversun was a few yards away from them. Shrapnel had kept a steady pace as she flew forwards with her companion on her back. The femme was being careful this time as she carried him.
There was a small vibration from his sub-space, causing Maxi to open it up and pull out the scanner. He looked and blinked when he saw that they were only a few yards away from their objective. He tugged a little one the femme's horn as he stared at his scanner.
"Hey Shrapnel…!" he began, only to be cut off.
"Maxi, look! I think that's it!"
The young mech looked over one of the shells that covered her wings with wide optics. There was indeed a small speck down below. Maxi magnified the image, while opening a comm. channel to Silversun.
"Sil. We're right over the object. Can you spot it from your location?" he zoomed in a bit closer, his scanners immediately running a quick check over it, while the tracker matched the signals.
"Roger. I can see it. It looks like the back end of a ship to me. What say you?"
Maximum narrowed his optics. The scans told him what Silversun had just said and the signature matched that if the object they were seeking.
"All right then, we better land and—"
"Hold on to your tires Maxi!"
"Shrapnel What—AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
The femme whooped as she went into a drop, her wings folded close to her back to make her body as straight as possible. Maximum held on to her horn, while the wind came at his face and in his optics with his fanged denta grit together and his optics wide in shock as they both dove down towards the sandy ground.
Silversun followed with a shout through the comm. link, "That's what I'm talking about!"
The ground seemed to be coming up at him like it was ready to capture them in its dark voice, all open and uneven. Maximum off-lined his optics out of fear that they would crash into the sand and be buried deep in it even as he felt the femme prepare to veer up at the last minute.
There was a sudden jerk as Shrapnel pulled herself upright so she was parallel with the ground. She took a moment to flutter her wings a bit in order to slow them down to a certain degree. She landed on the pedes of her alt. mode almost softly like a flower pedal would on grass.
Silversun came right after, transforming mid-air and landing beside Maximum and the Insecticon femme. The silver mech patted the femme on the helm.
"That was a good landing, Shrapnel," he said.
"Hehehe, hope I didn't scare you too bad Maxi!" she giggled, turning to look at the blue and silver young mech.
Maximum just stared. Then he scrambled over her and jumped to the ground once he was sure he actually was alive and this wasn't just some form of his imagination. He gave a slight shudder as he walked across the sand before leaning against her slightly.
The medic in training shuttered his optics, before going to Maximum in concern, "Max, hey bud, you're shaking," he placed a hand on the young mech's shoulder, "hey, c'mon it's all right, we're not in the air. We're on the ground, see? Nice, cool sandy ground…"
The Prime's son took in deep intakes to calm his nerve systems and stop the shaking. He needed to be calm he had an investigation to get started. How could he do that if he remained shaking like a newborn sparkling in the cold air?
He rolled his shoulder and gave his neck a crack, before turning to the crashes ship.
Shrapnel gave a small whistle, "Damn. That looks big enough to hold seven mechs the size of Bulkhead."
"Who knows what's in there…" Silversun replied, looking at the Cybertronian ship before them. Immediately the three looked over what the ship showed to them for any of the markings Ratchet had informed them of.
Maximum hummed, before he walked towards it first.
"Maxi, remember what Hatchet said…!"
"I remember what he said Sil. But since I don't see the marks anywhere, I think it would be okay to see what exactly it is we're looking at," he walked towards the turbines, sharp points out of the cool, blue sand of the night time.
He looked and studied the back, searching for any hatches that could be opened to allow them on to the ship possibly. He remembered the schematics that his mother and Soundwave had shown him once of their old Decepticon ship, the Nemesis, Wheeljack showing them the Jackhammer in the docking bay and then Starscream giving them an inside look of the Harbinger's two halves. It was fascinating honestly. The design of the turbines were shaped like those of the Jackhammer, but had a sharp angle similar to those of the Harbinger's.
"It is an interesting design form what can be seen of it," he heard Shrapnel comment, with a soft flutter of her wings.
Silversun snorted, "Hmph, that's for sure. Though it could do something about the color."
Maxi turned to retort to that but didn't have the chance to do so.
There as a sudden hissing of air and Maximum jumped back a little, alert. Shrapnel transformed to her bi pedal mode, raising her servos where blasters were built in to give off laser fire just in case. Silversun's left arm transformer into a cross bow, one of his energon arrows popping into his other one that he set up immediately like he had been taught by Jazz.
Steam from compressed air went out into the cool night. Slowly, a door opened outwards revealing stairs attached to the back of it. Maxi looked up at the dark opening with slight surprise and wide optics. He didn't raise any weapons, but he remain tense and anxious in case he had to use them. Something told him there might be a little fighting later.
There was no movement. The young mech looked into the inside of the ship where darkness was dwelling. He approached it slowly, his optics narrowed. The steam slowly cleared away.
Shrapnel's mandibles raised slightly in sudden alarm.
"Maximum, I'd back away if I—!"
CHOMP!
"PRIMUS!" Maximum fell back on his aft when a set of sharp, silver teeth had come inches within his face plates. He scrambled back in slight surprise and instinct as a giant, reptilian shaped pede landed on the soft sand before him. Maxi looked up slowly and for a moment his awe overcame him. He stared, his jaw hanging open as he looked at the giant, metal lizard before him.
Bright orange optics looked at the young Prime-to-be, narrowed with a sharp annoyance or rage at him. The two just stared at each other for a while.
"Maximum! Maximum come back now!"
The silver and blue mech didn't hear the summons of his friend, instead becoming engrossed with the strange cybernetic creature before him. It reminded him of those ancient, extinct creatures Josh had shown him once in a textbook from Biology class. Ah yes, it resembled the drawn picture of what is called a T-rex.
"Ah…hello…." He attempted to try and come across as non-threatening by starting with a greeting.
The creature remained silent, giving him a studious look over, like it was looking for something in particular of him.
"Who you?" the growling rumble made the young mech stare at the creature.
"I-I'm-I-I-I'm…." he froze when the t-rex began to circle him, slowly sniffing over him and completely engrossed for a moment as if it was studying a new type of prey to see if it was worth the time, or to leave it alone.
"You Prime?"
Maximum stiffened. This…whatever it is knew about Primes?
"Ah, well, um, you I-I…a-a-actually…."
"You look like Prime. You sound like Prime," there was a small snuffling as the T-rex's nose rubbed over his helm, "But you no smell like Prime."
"Yes, I can explain that i-if you would just…"
"Grimlock, back down!" a new voice, deep and demanding ordered.
Then there was a sudden squawk from inside, "Hey Grimlock! Leave the poor kid alone, you're scarin' 'im!"
The t-rex snapped his helm in the direction of the new voices, giving a small growl, before stepping aside. Maximum sat up a little straight when he saw a tall and large blue and red mech coming towards him.
First thing one noticed was that he was huge. He was probably taller than Maximum's own father. He had a certain air about him that said you better do what I say or else, only in a more sophisticated way. Behind him was a smaller and thinner mech, aerodynamic and slim. He was a definitely a flier build, that was for sure.
A large servo was extended towards the younger mech.
"Pardon my comrade's behavior, he's been on the ship for quite a long time," When Maxi placed his own servo in the larger mechs to be pulled back to his feet, he couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed at his earlier behavior.
"It's…okay, I just wasn't expecting to get my face nearly chomped off!" he snapped.
He was answered by a menacing growl.
"Ah Maxi…" Shrapnel sighed, lowering her blaster..
Silversun smacked a servo over his optics with a groan.
The flier mech snorted, "Kid, Grimmy here is just a bit overprotective," he patted the large t-rex's snout, the pat being answered by another snarl from the large mech, "Don' worry, once he knows you're safe, he won't try it again. Unless ya really tick him off."
"Swoop. Not helping."
Maximum stared as two more creatures resembling prehistoric reptilian like animals long extinct came off, once being a stegosaurus, the other a triceratops.
The one who had spoken was the triceratops.
"That there's Slug, the guy with three horns and Snarl, the one with those fan things on his back," the mech called Swoop said, smirking while his large crest twitched up and down, "And this gentle-mech who helped ya up is Ultra Magnus, who crashed his ship here."
Ultra Magnus narrowed his optics at the flier with slight annoyance, before it softened as he looked back at Maximum. He tilted his helm to the side in curiosity, "You look very much like someone I know…."
Maxi blinked, before opening his mouth to reply. But a servo on his shoulder stopped him, making him look at the owner of it. Who happened to be Silversun. The flier looked at the mech with narrowed optics.
"Uh, look mechs one of our teammates detected the energy signature of your ship and sent us in to investigate to see if you are friendly or not," Silversun looked at Grimlock with narrowed optics, "Though some of you I am not sure which."
Grimlock huffed, before transforming to bi-pedal mode with a huff. His visor flashed as he gazed upon the two young mechs with his face plates covered. He towered over the two young mechs with his height exceeding that of Ultra Magnus'. He studied the two young mech look each on in the optics before pulling back.
"Hmph. Young mechs…" Grimlock grumbled, going over to the flier called Swoop.
Maxi stared for a moment before looking at Magnus. He gave a small smile, "Well, you guys don't seem bad. We'll contact the base and get a ground bridge for you guys to head back. Even though it's still night time, it won't be long before the sun comes up. Shrapnel?" He turned to the femme.
She nodded and reached up to the side of her helm. There was a slight perk of interesting from the way Grimlock's shoulders straightened. He stared at the young femme, raising an optic ridge behind his orange visor at her. He hummed, as he smiled behind his mask at her. Maybe the crash landing wasn't a total disaster.
Ultra Magnus looked at Maximum with a slight tilt of his helm, "Thank you that actually sound very nice. We have been travelling for a long while and could use some time to recuperate…"
"Will your base be able to hold this guy's big butt?" Swoop playfully jabbed at Grimlock. In retaliation he got a slight smack in the helm.
There was a sudden curse from Shrapnel, "Slaggit, Maxi I can't reach Ratchet for a ground bridge!"
Maxi looked at her, "What? Did you try the emergency channel?"
"Yeah, and still nothing."
Silversun cut in, "Maybe you should try contacting him from a different location?"
"Good idea. I'll fly off at a certain distance and keep trying the channel."
"Atta girl, Lady Bug," Maximum patted the side of her helm, smiling, "Better get a going."
"On it boss," Shrapnel transformer.
The friendly atmosphere suddenly changed.
"INSECTICON!"
The hum of blasters suddenly filled their audios, as Maximum and Silversun were suddenly pinned to the ground by the larger mechs. Shrapnel yelped when she found herself face plate to face plate with the barrels of energon blasters.
"Scrap!" Maximum cursed with a mouthful of sand.
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