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"MOVE, MOVE, MOVE!"
Angered shouts and sounds of gunfire echoed throughout the warehouse as Michael and James were hurriedly lifting sparklings into the back of the truck, wincing as a particularly loud explosion ripped through the early morning air, the resounding thump and dent in the side of the warehouse letting them know that they were almost out of time if Hot Rod was being pushed back. Hurriedly scanning the room Michael was just about to hop in the cab when he noticed a flash of green plating, cursing underneath his breath as he dashed towards it.
"Where are you going?!"
He paused to look back at James, pointedly ignoring the pleading look that Carbon was sending his way—no matter how much it tore at his heart to do so.
"Perimeter checks to make sure we didn't miss anything. You see any sign of those Sector people you get the hell out of here; Hot Rod and I alone can escape more easily than all of us together and we can meet up once the heat has cooled down."
"Bu—."
"James! Anyone who's not me tries to approach you, you split—understood?"
"…Understood."
Nodding briskly Michael jogged off in the direction that he had seen the movement, looking carefully in any spaces that might be large enough for a sparkling to hide. Soft, rapid clicking filled his ears the farther he walked into the warehouse, anger immediately switching to grim concern at the sound. Sparklings only made that noise when they were terrified.
He was surprised when he rounded the next corner and nearly tripped over the very sparkling he had been searching for, dropping to his knees, tugging it to his chest and humming deeply in the time it took the little one to let out a high pitched squeak of surprise. Holding the position until the panicked struggling of the sparkling ceased he grabbed slim shoulders to gently turn it around, smiling gently as pale cyan lens brightened in recognition through pink tears of energon.
"Mike!"
Michael was thrown onto his back as the sparkling threw itself into the protection of his arms, the small sparkling clicking with relief and exhaustion as it buried its faceplates into his neck. Grunting as he hit the ground Michael automatically wrapped his arms around the sparkling to keep him from falling off of his chest, gently stroking the small ones center support strut as he rolled to his feet.
"Why did you run Seafoam?"
Said sparkling whined as he pressed himself even closer to Michaels form, audial fins twitching nervously as his lens covered optics stared straight up at the man.
"Too loud."
"What was too loud?"
"Noise: crashing too loud; tried to get away. Heartbeat nice."
Michael's eyes widened in slowly dawning comprehension as he moved from cover to cover as he slowly made his way back to the truck, well aware that they could already be gone—or captured. Shaking his head to rid himself of the disturbing thought he dropped into a crouch the closer he got to the position of the truck, almost clearing the last row of crates when Seafoam tugged on his shirt, shaking a tiny helm and pressing lip plates next to his ear.
"Strange humans; seven of them."
Then he pointed towards the southwest corner of the warehouse.
"Hot Rod that way."
Michael nodded as he altered their course, senses on high alert as he made his way to the rear of the building, lips barely moving as he spoke.
"You are going to have to tell me how you know that sometime little one."
He felt Seafoam shrug in his arms.
"Heartbeats; all different—unfamiliar. Sparkbeat—Hot Rod's."
Michael mumbled something that sounded like an agreement as he dashed from row to row, eyes widening as he saw a pair of combat boots peek around the corner a split second before the rest of the sector agent came into view. Angling his shoulders like a linebacker he plowed into the man's chest, legs pumping furiously as the man's partner started yelling.
"It's an N.B.E and one of the humans! They're headed towards the rear of the warehouse!"
Michael cursed as gunfire sounded and the wooden crates seemed to explode and splinter before his eyes, Seafoam keening from the painful overload of audial sensory data. Eyes darted to every available route as he neared the corner of the building, gritting his teeth in grim determination as he leapt up the stairs to the narrow steel walkway and sprinted towards the end. Raising one arm to protect his face he smashed through the window at the end, grunting as the shock from landing raced up his legs as the same pain lanced up his forearm, scrambling to find some cover as the sector agents began shooting at him from the window.
The whine of a high performance engine had Michael whipping his head around in relief, grimacing as something zinged up his calf seconds before Hot Rod slammed to a stop in front of them, doors snapping open as his engine revved impatiently.
"Get in!"
Sliding into the driver's seat Michael made sure to flip off all the pissed sector agents as they sped away, hissing as a curious—thing poked at his calf. Slapping the thing in a knee-jerk reaction Mike looked down at the offending spot on his leg, eyebrow rising at the growing spot of blood on his leg.
'Huh; so THAT'S what that was.'
"Are you alright Michael? Your leg is leaking fluids at an alarming rate."
"I'll be fine; a tourniquet and a knife to—ohp; never mind, it's a through-and-through. Anyways, a tourniquet and some kind of bandage for the wound and I'll be fine; suffered worse than this over in Afghanistan."
Hot Rod said nothing as he opened the internal compartment that held his small supply of human medical equipment, wincing internally as Michael began working on his wound with nothing more than a slight wince.
"Where are James and the others? They get away safely?"
Hot Rod hummed in confirmation, quieting considerably as he saw the sparkling flinch at the noise.
"Thanks to your advice they were able to escape with minimal injury; with what I was able to make out from Ruth's panicked rambling, she sustained a concussion and James' shoulder was grazed but other than that they were fine."
"Good;….can you still get in contact with them?"
"Of course."
"Tell them to head for Mission City; we'll catch up to them on the way and from there we'll to and find Morwenna and Sunstreaker."
Hot Rod hummed-softly-and initiated the uplink, conveying the message in as few words as possible in case Sector Seven was monitoring the frequency.
As they sped down the highway Hot Rod couldn't help but pray that this was almost over; worrying about himself was one thing—worrying about the fate of forty-four others was ten times as worse. He couldn't help but snort wryly.
Now he knew how Prime felt.
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Morwenna huffed as she retrieved the sparkling micro-bot from where he had been hurriedly stuffed into one cup of her bra, Frenzy hissing irritably from his tenuous perch on her shoulder as she walked towards the Autobot. Glancing at the tunnel as the other humans started to arrive she turned her attention back towards Jazz, looking coolly up at the slender saboteur as she spoke.
"You know that it was a stupid idea to come in here right?"
She rolled her eyes when he grinned cheekily at her, slapping a talon away as he tried to poke her.
"An' miss the op'tunity ta show these Sector humans wha' they been missin,? Neva!"
Morwenna shook her head at his antics, looking at Simmons—shame; she rather liked it when he was passed out cold—as he stalked up to them.
"Who let HIM in?"
"Awh; didn' ya tell them 'bout me 'Wen? I'm hurt."
"Oh shut up ya big mechling 'fore I sick the sparkling on ya."
Jazz seemed surprised at her statement, a brief scan washing over her before his sharp gaze zeroed in on the mircobot held in her hands as he slowly sank to his knees.
"Where did ya come from, little one?"
Morwenna wanted to smack herself in the face as Frenzy answered in a rather—gleeful manner, groaning as three large, silver talons embedded themselves into the concrete inches from Simmons feet. The pale man was shaking as his gaze slowly traveled up the digits to the blank faceplates that rested above them, the lack of expression terrifying the human more than any amount of anger ever could.
"Give meh ONE good reason as ta why I shouldn't kill ya righ' here an' now HUMAN."
"Um; how about the fact that if we don't get the Allspark out of here NOW Megatron will break free of the ice, kill us all and take over the universe?"
Jazz slid his gaze over to Sam, the boy flinching at the icy look on his visor before staring back resolutely, neither one willing to be backed down so easily. It was the soft whimpering of the sparkling that drew the saboteur out of his dark brooding, a low croon sounding deep inside his chest as he reached out towards it. He hummed as the tiny 'bot was placed on his servo, unlocking his chest plates enough to slip the mechling inside his carrying chamber before locking them again, looking to Morwenna for direction once he was finished.
Morwenna just shook her head before turning to Simmons, smirking at the nearly worshipful look he was giving Sam—just because the Allspark was a higher priority didn't mean that the saboteur wasn't still pissed at him.
"Simmons!"
"Wha—Who? What do you want?"
"Where is your weapons room?"
"Why do you want to know that?"
Morwenna shook her head, gesturing meaningfully towards the Army personnel that stood behind him as she spoke.
"Because while I may be comfortable taking on the average mech with nothing more than a sharp tongue and biting personality, I know that having weapons that would prove effective against the average Cybertronian would go a long way towards improving the moral of Captain Lennox and his men."
Lennox shot a grateful look in her direction; he had been…..leery about asking about more effective weapons himself, but what she said was true; his men were a lot less likely to be trigger-happy—and potentially harm one of the Autobots—if they knew they could rely on their weapons when needed.
"What 'bout the Allspark? Is it near wherev'r they keep their ammoh?"
"My men and I can retrieve the weapons we need while you get your Cube; it's not like we aren't capable of taking care of ourselves.
Right boys?!"
"HOO-RAH!"
"Then allow me to take you to the Allspark while Simmons takes Lennox and his men to the weapons room. It will cut our time in half and take care of two things at once. Besides; getting him away from the—Cybertonians?—might be the only thing that keeps him alive right now."
Morwenna laughed in agreement as she followed Banachek down a large tunnel, Lennox and his men splitting off with Simmons in one direction as everyone followed Banachek and Jazz down the other.
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"It's been so long."
Morwenna looked up at Jazz' faceplates from where she and Sam stood at the base of the Cube, a soft smile lighting her face as she noticed his look of reverence and awe.
"How many times were you able to get this close to it?"
"This close ta it? Neva; the closes' I got was the inner chambeh back in Simf'r once—an' that was a long time ago."
Morwenna made a noise of understanding as she turned to look at the Cube, yelping as a pulse of blue-white energy jumped out of the artifact and hit her dead in the chest, a smaller arch catching Frenzy on the side of the helm as he tried to scramble off her shoulder. The silver symbiote let out a blat of static as he was sent flying, instinctively tucking his frame into a ball and rolling across the concrete before lightly springing to his pedes, grumbling irritably as he brought a servo up to rub at his helm; only it never got there. Blue optics dimmed and brightened as he stared at the newly restored appendage, quickly checking over the rest of his frame to make sure that every bolt had been returned to its rightful place.
"Morwenna!"
Frenzy's helm shot up at the sound of the Autobot TIC's panicked voice, optics brightening at the sight of the human femme surrounded in a halo of the Allsparks energy.
What in the name of Primus was going on?
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It was….warm.
That was the first thing she noticed in this stark world, her breaths echoing in the void around her.
~You have done well human.~
That voice!
"Where are you?!"
A deep chuckle echoed throughout the endless white, Morwenna huffing in agitation as her eyes uselessly tried to find something to focus on.
~Would you like something to speak to?~
"It does feel a bit silly talking to myself yes."
It chuckled again.
~You did not seem to have this trouble the first time we conversed.~
"Yea, well; I was more concerned about the sparklings at the time than whether or not I sounded crazy for talking inta thin air. However ta be able to say that I talked ta SOMETHING this time would be nice."
Another chuckle sounded and Morwenna frowned; she swore that whatever she was talking to found her exasperation amusing. A gentle tap on her shoulder had her whirling around to face the unknown assailant, mouth hanging open as her mind registered what she was seeing.
A tall, broad shouldered frame—taller than any other she had seen before—loomed over her, the metal it was made of seeming to twist and shift with every intake of air. White orbs that glowed with an inner fire served as the beings optics, various glyphs of the ancient language winding their way up and down the beings torso and legs. At the center of the torso—where the largest glyph lay—the glyphs split to wind across the shoulders and down powerful arms, the left steadily changing into modern Autobot and blue light while the right arm did the opposite, both ending in taloned servos that hung loosely at its side.
Morwenna circled the being slowly as she took in its appearance, mind slowly piecing together its identity from the markings that littered its frame.
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but are you the Allspark?"
The being smiled as it nodded its helm, the timbre of its voice shifting, changing into something decidedly male to her ears as he spoke.
~Will this suit your need to speak with something tangible?~
Morwenna nodded her head.
"Yes; perfectly.
Now for the real question; why are you talking to me—here, now when there is so much we have to do and not nearly enough time to do it?"
~I want you to tell me what will transpire over the course of the next several joors; I have tried looking into that facet of time for myself, but there is a mist that falls over my vision once the boy gains possession of the vessel I currently reside in.~
"So you really aren't apart of the Cube; I mean—you'll still continue to exist even after it's destroyed, right?"
There was absolute silence from the being in front of her, green eyes widening comically before she smacked herself in the face with a loud groan as she realized her mistake.
'Smooth 'Wen; real smooth.'
~My vessel is to be destroyed then?~
"Yes."
~How does this, this travesty come to pass?~
Morwenna sighed, making sure to lock those white orbs in the stern gaze of her own eyes as she spoke.
"You must understand; launching the Cube from Tyger Pax was the ABSOLUTE last ditch effort to keep it in tact and out of Megatrons claws—an effort that doomed Cybertron to a slow and painful death. Optimus WILL NOT allow that same fate to befall Earth; tough he also knows that destroying the Cube is the only surefire way to end a war that has gone on far too long.
The military humans that are with us now will come up with a plan to air lift the Cube out of Mission City, where it is given to the boy—Sam—by Bumblebee to take to the roof of a building where the extraction is to occur. Only Megatron intercepts him first, chasing him to the roof of the building where he knocks him off, Optimus barely saving him from being killed in the fall.
In the ensuing battle between Prime and former High Lord Megatron gains the upper hand, only the intervention of human flying drones keeping the Prime from ending at his servo. Yelling at Sam to put the Cube into his chest to deny Megatron the ability of using it for his twisted means the boy makes a decision that saves the Prime; he shoves it in Megatrons chest instead, killing him and destroying the Cube in the resulting flux of energy."
~So…..My vessels destruction was intentionally arranged?~
"Intentionally arranged so that its power couldn't be used for evil—for the eventual enslavement of the entire known universe. It was done so that no more innocent lives would be lost in the face of Megatrons madness."
~Then what hope is there for the children of Primus—MY children—if my one means of communication, of interaction with them is doomed to destruction?~
Morwenna couldn't help but sympathize with the Allspark as his shoulders seemed to slump slightly, mind working furiously to try and come up with a solution that would make him—happy.
"Can you transfer vessels?"
~Pardon?~
"If we found you another vessel—one that Megatron wouldn't recognize—would you be able to move from the Cube to that?"
~And what manner of vessel would you have in mind? Megatron has corrupted the Cube almost beyond recognition and any other inanimate object would be subject to the same fate; and I would not ask a child of Primus to bear the burden of being my vessel.~
"…What about a human? A WILLING human?"
White orbs brightened in surprise.
~You would offer yourself—freely?~
"I would."
~With nothing in return?~
"All I ask is that I am changed into a Cybertronian—with all of my human memories—when my human body dies; after all, having a vessel that barely lasts a vorn wouldn't be that useful, would it?"
~…There is something else; isn't there?~
Morwenna rubbed the back of her neck nervously; she was hoping that he hadn't been able to pick up on that.
"It's nothing; I—I wouldn't want to take away anyone's choice like that."
~Say it never the less.~
She steeled herself, convinced that she would be rejected or worse with what she was about to say.
"….I—I would like….a—a sparkmate."
~You would have someone who is forced to love you just because you wished it?~
"No! Just—….."
~Just what?~
"….Just someone who I knew would never leave me."
Morwenna flinched as he knelt so that his faceplates were level with her head, white orbs scouring every inch over her body as she was looked over; she had the distinct feeling that he was looking at her soul as well.
~Tell me; what would you do with my power if I were to accept your offer?~
She didn't hesitate.
"End the war; for the sparklings, so that they are not forced to grow up in the middle of all this blood-shed. I would also end it so that the children of Primus do not fall into extinction."
~Some would consider that an impossibility.~
She grinned wryly.
"As I have recently found out nothing is impossible; merely improbable."
The Allspark nodded its head as its glyphs began to glow even brighter than they did before, drawing back one of his taloned servos as his orbs locked with hers.
~Your offer is accepted.~
The last thing Morwenna saw was his servo rushing towards her before everything went black.
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"Morwenna!"
Morwenna jerked her head back as the tendril of energy cut off from the cube, yelping as she was unceremoniously dropped to the ground. Groaning from having all the air forcefully expelled from her body she rolled over onto her back, waving dazedly at Jazz as he knelt over her.
"What's up?"
Jazz cocked an optical strut in confusion.
"Ya get hit with a blast ah Allspark energy and ya ask meh what's up? Ya sure ya alrigh'?"
Morwenna nodded her head as she rose to her feet, one hand coming up to clutch the side of her head as she swayed uncertainly, shooting a grateful look at Sam as he grabbed a shoulder to steady her.
"I'm fine; a bit disoriented from the sudden plane shifting but otherwise fine."
"Plane shiftin'?"
She shot a wry look up at the saboteur.
"Surely you don't think that I got zapped for the hell of it do you?"
"Ya mean it actually TALKED ta ya?"
She shrugged.
"It's talked to me before; granted I didn't know that it WAS the Allspark until now, but I recognized the voice it used to communicate with me.
Now come on; I know how to shrink the Cube so that it's easier to transport. "
Gently extracting her shoulder from Sam's grasp she took a few steps towards the Cube, looking back in confusion as no one moved to follow her—only to come face to face with the absolutely gobsmacked expression everyone was sending her way.
"What!?"
"You just found out that an alien source of power has spoken to you—TWICE—and you're not even the least bit concerned?"
Morwenna laughed; she had forgotten how—new to this whole experience everyone else was.
"I'm from a dimension where none of you exist and the world of Transformers is just another form of entertainment. Compared to that having the Allspark talking to me is like a friend you always thought was mute suddenly talking to you out of the blue; surprising-yes: life changing event-no.
Now; I need some help getting up to the corner of the Cube. Jazz; ya mind helping me?"
Jazz just stared at her for a second before he grinned and shook his helm, lowering a servo so that she could hop on before raising it so that she was level with the corner of the Cube.
"Ya are a strange human, ya know tha' 'Wen?"
She grinned back down at him.
"I could say the same thing about you. Well, ya know, except for the whole 'human' thing."
Jazz' servo vibrated as he chuckled and Morwenna turned her attention back to the Cube, pressing two near-invisible glyphs on either side of the corner before she yelped as she was shocked, shaking her hands furiously to try and rid them of the residual tingling feeling. The gasps around her had her refocusing on the Cube, a smile on her face as she watched it fold down in on itself.
Jumping off Jazz' servo as he lowered her to the ground she grabbed the Cube before walking over to Sam, pressing it into the startled boys hands as she waved at everyone to back to the entrance.
"Bu—I thought-"
"This is YOUR story Sam, not mine. Whatever I do now I do in an effort to save as many Cybertronian lives as possible—both 'Con and 'Bot.
The fate of the Allspark—and Earth—are up to you now."
He nodded shakily, moving to follow the others when Morwenna yanked him back.
"Know that no matter what you decide, you will not disappoint anyone—least of all me.
Now; we've got a bunch of metallic butts and a planet ta save. Comon'!"
Punching him on the shoulder Morwenna scooped up Frenzy and dashed ahead, Sam looking thoughtfully at the Cube before tucking it under one arm and running to catch up to the others, waving at Lennox as he and his men came out of the opposite tunnel in armored vehicles, everyone stopping at the intersection as they regrouped.
"You guys get the Cube?"
Sam raised said item above his head.
"It's right here.
So...what do we do now?"
'Wen snorted.
"It would be stupid to stay here whatever we do."
Lennox nodded.
"She's right; we stay here and we're screwed with Megatron in the other hangar. Mission City is 22 miles away; we're gonna sneek that Cube outta here and hide it somewhere inside the city."
Keller got an intense, hopeful look on his face.
"Good; right!"
"But we cannot make a stand without the Airforce."
Keller turned his attention to Simmons, gesturing to the network of tunnels behind him as he spoke.
"This place must have some kind of radio link; short wave, CB!"
"Sir you've gotta figure out some way to get word out to 'em."
Simmons snapped his fingers.
"Let's move!"
"In the Alien Archives Room. There's an old Army radio console."
"Will it work?!"
Simmons gestured wildly.
"Well I dunno-anything's possible-did you see that thing it just*ffft*!"
Morwenna shook her head as she followed Lennox and his group, calling out to Glen and Maggie as they turned back.
"Don't you guys wanna see the action?!"
"I've seen quite enough thank you! Besides; they might need help trying to get the hunk of junk working again!"
She shrugged.
"Your loss; see ya!"
"Alright; Sam, get in the car! Mr. Secretary get our birds in the air; when we get to the city we're gonna find a radio-X vector Romeo okay?"
Morwenna, Sam and Frenzy piled into Jazz as he transformed, his tires squealing against the concrete as he shot out of the hangar, Lennox and his men not far behind. Wedging the Cube next to his feet Sam buckled himself in as Frenzy was forced to sit in 'Wen's lap to keep from sliding around, gripping the edge of the seat as they shot out onto the top of the Dam amid multiple warnings of containment failure. They had just cleared the top of the mountain that framed the dam when a low-flying F-22 passed overhead, Morwenna smiling grimly as Sam whipped his head back to watch it disappear behind the mountain.
"THAT would be Starscream."
*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*
Someone was accessing the Cube, he could feel it.
A second passed before a heavy pulse of energy passed through the walls of the organic structure that kept him prisoner, intangible to all the disgusting squishies that skittered across the ground in front of him.
Pathetic.
"Warning; NBE 1—Cryo containment failing."
Warnings and self-diagnostics popped up in the edge of his vision, promptly informing the frozen giant that he was slowly regaining mobility.
'FINALLY!'
Forcefully moving his joints in sharp, jerking movements the silver giant began to shake the oppressive liquid off, mentally crowing in vindictive glee as the little flesh-bugs started running around in a panic.
'That's right insects; be afraid.'
Suddenly his neck struts slogged off the rest of the liquid, intakes hitching and optics surging on to full power as he was able to truly see since his imprisonment in the ice all those vorns ago. Twisting wildly to get the rest of his frame free he looked around at the petrified fleshlings, denta baring in a fierce grin as he realized that he would be able to carry his personal promise out.
Death to all fleshlings.
"I am—MEGATRON."
Transforming his right servo into a mace he started destroying the device that had kept him imprisoned for so many vorns, a sense of rightness filling him as he heard the screams of terror and witnessed the destruction caused by HIS servo and his alone.
He sneered in contempt as the squishies tried to recapture him with super-cooled bursts of liquid.
'They are glitched if they think that their liquid will imprison me again.'
Transforming for the first time since his capture the Warlord shot out into the primitive worlds outside atmosphere, catching sight of his traitorous second before landing in the basin below the Dam, Starscream landing on a building just above him.
"I live to serve you Lord Megatron."
He didn't have time to listen to the words of a sniveling coward.
"Where is the Cube?"
The jet hesitated for an astrosecond; Megatron reminded himself to 'reprimand' him later.
"The humans have taken it."
Megatron fought against letting loose a fit of rage; he MUST obtain the Cube!
"You fail me yet again Starscream; GET THEM!"
Starscream couldn't quite hide his sneer of disgust before he took off, but no matter; once he obtained the Cube NOTHING would be able to stand in his way.
Not even Prime.
*Silverlight*Silverlight*Silverlight*
Barricade sneered at Starscream as the jet relayed Megatrons new orders over the comm. link, frame jerking in shock as a requestor ping sounded over his comm.—from Frenzy.
:I thought you were offlined.:
:W-W-WRONG!:
Barricade would have flickered his optics if he were still in biped mode; it was times like this that he thanked Primus for putting the silver symbiotes twin on the other side of the universe.
:Where are you? Might as well pick you up on the way to obtaining the Allspark.:
There was silence on the other end of the line and the disguised 'Con immediately tensed; Frenzy never shut up unless it was something bad.
:….What did you do NOW?:
:…U-uhhh…..I'm-m already-y with the-e Allspark-k.:
Frenzy winced from where he was perched on Morwenna's lap, waving off her questioning noise as the silence on his comm. dragged on; Barricade was pissed.
:WHAT?! YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT YOU'VE….. ALIGNED YOUSELF WITH THE FLESHLINGS!:
:It's n-not like that-t!:
:Oh really? Go on then; EXPLAIN.:
Frenzy twitched nervously; how in the PIT was he going to explain what happened? Frag; even he still didn't understand everything that happened and he was the one doing it!
"There's Optimus!"
The small 'Con watched as the human mech riding with them needlessly pointed out the large Prime, an idea slowly forming inside his processor as he watched the Autobots fall in line behind their TIC.
"Uh; 'W-Wen?"
The brunette femme tilted her head so that she was looking down at him, rolling her eyes as Jazz started playing "I Want It That Way" by the Backstreet Boys, laughing as Sam desperately tried to get him to change the song.
"What is it Frenzy?"
"C-can you ex-explain?"
She frowned.
"Explain what to whom?"
Wordlessly he handed her a modified audial device that was linked to his comm. system before finally answering Barricades increasingly incessant pings.
: FINALLY! Are you going to explain or dither around like one of those pathetically conflicted Autobots?:
Morwenna couldn't help but smirk.
:One of those 'pathetically conflicted Autobots'—as you so nicely put it—handed your aft to you earlier if I recall.:
:….Who the FRAG is this?:
:Morwenna Morrigan at your service; yes I'm a human and no, I didn't harm, threaten or lie to Frenzy to get him to listen to me.
We don't have a lot of time so I'm only going to say this once; in a couple of minutes you are going to see Prime, Jazz, 'Bee, Ironhide and Ratchet surrounded by a small human convoy on the highway headed for Mission City. Unless you want to be cut off PERMANENTLY from the sparklings under my care you WILL NOT ENGAGE; understood?:
:….What?:
:*sigh* Look; I have approximately forty sparklings that I've looked after for the past MONTH that I would really appreciate some more help with—I KNOW what has gone on in your war since the first battle at KAON and what will happen in the next couple of hours and I'm telling you right now that unless you WANT to be hunted down by a bunch of fleshy bugs—and yes we CAN take one of you 'Cons down with a little planning—you need to listen to me so that you have a chance of making back to Cybertron ALIVE.
I don't care what you want to do as long as you STOP FIGHTING.:
Barricade tried to process everything that the fleshy had told him as he accessed the highway, engine revving in disbelief as he detected Autobot signatures dead ahead.
:Why should I betray my faction based on your words alone?:
Morwenna smirked.
:Because I have proof.:
"Jazz; where is the sparkling?"
Morwenna could FEEL the saboteur tense up beneath her as they raced towards the city, the faint, wailing sound of police sirens reaching her ears. They were almost out of time.
"'Wenna, I don't think that's such a good idea."
"I know what I'm doing Jazz."
"But; exposin' the sparklin's ta the 'Cons—!"
"Jazz! Trust me."
There was a tense moment of silence as they sped down the highway, a reluctant grunt sounding through the Solstice's speakers before a section of the dashboard slid away, the tiny helm of the sparkling popping up a moment later.
"Thank you."
Gently scooping up the tiny 'bot she brought it up to the audial device, softly cooing and stroking as it chirped and clicked back at her, tiny faceplates lighting up as it heard answering clicks coming from the upheld comm. Rubbing her thumb against the tiny helm she brought up next to her heart as she brought the device back up to her ear, praying to Primus that this would work as she caught sight of Bonecrusher in Jazz's rearview mirror.
"Believe me now?"
:….For now. I won't engage the Autobots; in return I expect to be shown ALL of the sparklings by the end of your earth day or else I start popping squishies—starting with you. Do I make myself clear?:
:Perfectly.:
Barricade cut off the transmission at that, his energy signature veering sharply off to the left as he took off into the suburbs surrounding the city.
"Well; that's one less 'Con to worry about. Do you think Bonecrusher will listen as easily?"
Frenzy shook his helm.
"'C-crusher is c-crazy; entire gest-alt t-too sadis-tic for sparkling-ngs."
Morwenna nodded, wincing slightly as her heart gave an uncharacteristically harsh throb when Optimus transformed, twisting around to intercept the large 'Con before he could catch up with the rest of the Autobots as their combined momentum dragged them off the raised overpass and onto one below.
'We can't save everyone, no matter how much we may want to.'
The Allspark brightened slightly in response, its voice mournful from its place in the back of her head.
~They are stillmy children.~
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Next time on IofC: The battle is almost upon us folks! Jazz's fate is decided, the battle for the Cube rages on, and even more mechlings are thrown into the mix!
'Till next time meh mechlin's!