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Warnings: not at the moment, now.
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Chapter 9
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"Hmm…there are no drugs in his systems.…" Ratchet hummed as he looked over Galvatron, lifting and opening one of his optics. Then he checked the movement of his joint cables by moving one of his arms then both legs. He did another scan for any foreign threats to the mech's body, the third one to his body. It's always possible Ratchet had missed something.
Cyclonus sat on the med. berth beside his mate's still form. He rested his helm on his clasped servos, his optics off-lined and almost as a still as a statue. His optics snapped back on-line at Ratchet's huff.
"Well the only thing I can see that's wrong is he's been having a lack of recharge," he analyzed.
"You sure doctor?" Cyclonus asked, looking at the medic for confirmation.
Ratchet looked at him with a raised optics ridge, "There are no viruses, his firewalls are in good condition, no drugs that indicate overdose and there's really nothing life-threatening. His systems are just stressed," Ratchet went over and picked up one of the blankets from a shelf as he informed Cyclonus of his mate's condition, "he just needs to get some sleep that's all," the medic placed a large blue blanket over the violet mech.
The old seeker sighed, rubbing at his optics in relief, "I thought he might have overdosed on the painkillers. I found the vial broken on the floor in the washracks where I found him," he caressed his mate's helm gently, "Do you think it's a systems crash? Like how Prowl crashes…"
"Prowl crashes because one, there's a glitch in his processor that causes his systems to freeze and then reboot when he overworks himself which is why I encourage the other officers to get their work done on their own instead of letting him deal with it and second, it's common for mechs who haven't been getting enough to charge to go into an instant reboot whether they want to or not. However, if this continues," Ratchet tucked the blanket around his patient, "inform me and I will prescribe another form of medication that he can take with the painkillers if needed. I'll keep him here to run a few diagnostics though, just to be safe."
"Thank you doctor," Cyclonus remained where he was, looking at his mate with concern.
Ratchet patted his friend's shoulder, "Why don't you go help Megatron? He's supposed to be helping with moving some materials to a new military base for the humans. He could use another flier. I'll make sure to inform you of his condition if anything should happen."
A small smile formed as the older mech's face plates, "Thank you Ratchet."
"I send you there via ground-bridge," Ratchet walked over to activate the controls.
When a whirlpool of color formed before the flier, Optimus entered the med. bay. He looked at Galvatron slightly worried, before he watched Cyclonus disappear into the swirling light.
"Is everything all right here, Ratchet?" the Prime asked gently.
The medic waved back at him in a dismissive matter, "Meh, just need to run a few diagnostics, but Galvatron should be fine once he's rested…."
"Any word from Maximum and his team?"
Ratchet looked back, "No, not yet. In fact, I was busy making sure Galvatron didn't pull a Prowl on me."
Optimus gave a soft chuckle to that, "I am glad it is nothing serious."
The medic grinned, before he returned to the monitor after taking a quick scan of Galvatron before he got there.
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Shrapnel raised up her servos in slight panic, "Wait! Hey! I'm one of the good guys here!"
TSEEW!
"EEK!" the femme jumped out if the way of the blast with a squeak to avoid any damage to her alt. mode. She hissed at the mechs, baring her fangs.
She opened her wings and took off as more blaster fire was shot her way. Shrapnel screeched as she tried to dodge the laser fire aimed at her from mid-air while trying to find a way to get her friends un-pinned.
Maximum squirmed, spitting the sand from his mouth while trying to dislodge the knee digging into his back struts. Silversun growled, curing and yelling as he too attempted to get free and stop these morons from killing their friend.
"GRR! Let me up, you thick helmed moron!" Silversun screeched, trying to wriggle out of Snarl's grasp, his wing nubs flickering angrily in quick movements like they were the wings of some insect.
Maxi tried to push himself up, "You're making a mistake! She's…!"
"Swoop!" Grimlock roared sharply, overpowering Maximum's yell.
"On it!" the flier mech transformed to his alt. mode, giving out a loud screech that sounded nothing like any animal the others had heard on this planet.
The two young mechs went silent as watched in awe and immediate fear as the pterodactyl flew at the Insecticon femme like peregrine falcon would a hawk. Both dangerous, both powerful, but only one having the advantage of unique speed.
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Shrapnel looked in confusion as the flier moved around her, remaining out of reach, but keeping her focus completely on him. She tried to fire at him but he would not remain still enough for her to get in a good shot.
"Yeah, c'mon you oversized slag-eating scavenger!"
Immediately, the young femme's body tensed, "What did you just call me?!"
"Ya heard me, girly!" Swoop taunted as he did a circle around her, "You're nothin' but a scrap-eating, lowdown, glitched scavenger that would sooner eat her own brothers the moment the energon runs low!"
Something snapped in Shrapnel when her optics lit up in a fiery blaze and her fangs grit together at the insult towards her and her race. Insecticons did not cannibalize their own, unless it was a last resort and even then they held out to die instead of eating their own. His jeer made her want to rend and mutilate him for such insults. Slowly she turned to the flier who just smirked at her. A smirk that was quickly wiped off when she flew over him and transformed mid leap to her bi-pedal mode and landed on his back, her claws scoring across his wings .
"YEEEAGH!"
"YOU TAKE THAT BACK!" she roared in her howling screech, visor ablaze with an enraged fire that burned to kill the cause of it. No one insulted her hive, and her family and got away with it….
Swoop began trying to shake her off with jerking maneuvers and loops but the femme refused to release her grip, neither one seeming to care where they were headed as they went further from the group. Swoop screeched when fangs sunk into his shoulders and made him arch back in pain, distracting him from looking as they plummeted towards the ground.
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Slug loosened his grip on the silver mech in alarm when he watched his comrade and the Insecticon begin to free fall towards the ground," Swoop! Hold on, we're….!
TSEEW!
"AAGH!" Slug was sent flying back by the blast of a null ray.
Silversun snarled, "That'll teach ya to keep your eyes of a seeker, you fragger!"
His arm with the null ray was pinned by Snarl, who glared at him angrily, "You'll pay for that you flying sc—!"
He was cut off when a streak of blue laser shot him off of the silver mech. Silversun gave a quick glance as Maximum, who was still pinned but with one of his servos transformed into a laser cannon, before he used his legs to jump back to a standing position. He turned and fired Magnus off of Maxi, sending him flying into Grimlock.
"Come on!" the seeker grabbed the mechs arm that wasn't a blaster and pulled him towards the area where Shrapnel and Swoop might have crashed while the four larger mechs were still incapacitated, "We've got to see if she's okay, then comm. for some back up!"
Before Maxi could answer, there was a roar from behind them. Silversun would have gone paler if it were possible for his metal skin to do that as he stared at the giant t-rex now standing there.
"Start running."
There was no need to repeat as the two young mechs made a break for it, the flier going into his alt. mode and taking off, while Maximum went into his own vehicular form and drove off, never mind the sand with a large cyber-lizard on his aft. To try and fight a mech the size of Grimlock along with three other mech, while the fourth one was busy barrel rolling towards the ground with a pissed off femme would be most unwise.
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Swoop laid on his now Insecticon-free back in the sand. He sat up slowly, wincing at the wounds to his wings and back.
"Primus, for a scrap-eater…"
He was cut off by a snarl. He tilted his helm back and saw an angry red, glowing visor glaring back at him angrily. Shrapnel snarled at him before she stood up to her full height. The mech stared at her with wide blue optics. She was bigger than Snarl, yet he had a feeling if he compared her to Grimlock, she would be up to his chin.
Shrapnel hissed at him, "I will make you eat those words, you fragger…." She lifted her servos, the small hum on lasers preparing to be fire reaching his audios. Her palms glowed a slight violet in preparation as well.
However, the sound of working jet engines was louder.
A silver jet swooped down and transformed, revealing the sleep form of the silver flier from earlier. Silversun landed lightly beside the enraged Insecticon femme, amber optics wide in concern.
"Shrapnel, you okay? You took a pretty high fall there," Silversun reached towards her, servos at the ready to examine her for any serious damage.
The femme shrugged him away, "I'll live Silversun."
Swoop stared in disbelief at the concern shown towards the Insecticon that had nearly torn his wings off! What was wrong with that flier?!
"Oi! What are you doing?! Get away before the psycho bug—!"
The soft slide of metal interrupted the flier as he saw a long, pointed and very sharp looking scalpel like blade that replaced the young mech's servo while he glared at Swoop.
"I wouldn't talk if I were you," Silversun hissed.
Swoop mentally cursed. Who were these guys anyway and why would they help an Insecticon? Yeah, sure Insecticons were just giant creatures that transformed into giant beetles or whatever and were very good for mining goods, but they were also very dangerous and had mainly followed the Decepticons early in the war. And once they formed a loyalty to a certain faction war or no war they would attack those considered and enemy. Then again by the transmission they picked up from Optimus Prime about the war being over….
Motor engines were heard, causing Swoop to jump out of his thoughts. He looked and watched as a silver truck came driving towards them. Followed by Grimlock, Snarl, Slug and Ultra Magnus in their alt. modes and followed him at their top speeds.
The Insecticon turn to the scene, as Maximum drove towards her with Grimlock right on his tailpipe. Shrapnel snarled, before getting on all fours and running towards Maximum with a protective glint shining from that red band over her optics.
As the silver truck-former drove past her, the femme jumped up and tackled Grimlock before he could close his jaws around the mech he was chasing. The two rolled over the cool sand, screeches, roars and grunts the only vocal reactions as they rolled down one of the higher dunes. Shrapnel held Grimlock's helm in a headlock, snarling as she tried to keep him pinned.
The t-rex roared, attempting to free himself from her grasp to chase after the two mechs that had escaped them. They were, to the t-rex former, dangerous and needed to be taken out before they took them out. Now, if only he could get out of the blasted femme's grip…..
The Prime's son stopped beside Silversun, going into bi pedal mode with his blasters at the ready while his companion replaced his blade with the energon cross bow out, instead of the null ray, which in Maximum's opinion would have been a more efficient weapon.
Maximum activated his comm. link and opened a frequency to reach their base as the three mechs coming at them went into their own bi pedal modes and brought their weapons out, "Maximum to base! Maximum to base! Do you read? We are under attack, repeat under attack! We could use some back up!" All that answered him was blatant static, "Scraplets and lugnuts, the signal's sill fuzzy!" he hit the gas when sharpened, metallic fangs snapped at him.
"Maximum to base, do you read me?!"
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CLIFFYYYYYYYYYY! (evil laughter)
Boy Swoop, way to be a jerk. (glares daggers)
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