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Sorry for the delay in posting! Life's been a bit hectic lately. Hopefully this chapter will make up for my lost time. Also, I've forgotten in the past chapters but my AMAZING Beta, Razormus Prime, has drawn a picture of Firebolt: .com/#/d4yfv2s
"Your new voice is so cool," Firebolt exclaimed when Prowl called his name. Prowl smiled at the compliment. "C'mon, let's go see what our friends think. After all, I am your brother so I'm probably just being biased." Prowl rolled his optics and followed his brother to Mixtape, who had climbed off the couch and now was in a circle with Owlflight, Hopscratch, Floorshifter, and several others. Everyone in this circle either liked the brothers or hadn't met them yet.
Prowl noticed that the ones he didn't know were the autobot younglings that were in the medbay with him. "Guys! Guys! Check it out! Prowl's voice deepened by like a million octaves," Firebolt shouted, pointing excitedly to Prowl who rolled his optics behind his visor again.
"Really? Say something," Mixtape chirped.
"What should I say?" he asked, smiling lightly as his voice was taken into consideration. Some of the mechs in the group complimented his voice choice and the femmes either giggled or remained indifferent to it.
Half of the group looked over towards the medbay, where Starbreaker had been released. Her steps were a bit cautious, like if she were standing on stilts. The new younglings stood up from the group and walked towards her, some of them looking warily at Firebolt, Mixtape, or one of the other decepticon younglings.
They whispered out of the hearing range of the entbot younglings, most of them looking at the 'cons. Firebolt glanced towards Starbreaker's group and gave a frustrated vent. "'Bolt-" Prowl started but was glared at by his sibling. "Fine. You're funeral," Prowl mumbled, crossing his arms.
Firebolt lifted his chin and walked over to the group confidently. The few on the outer edge quickly moved back, away from the approaching 'con. "Can we help you?" a femme revved, her navy blue optics narrowing as she took her stand in front of the group.
"Oh, just wondering what your problem is," Firebolt countered, his wings nearly meeting each other with how high up they were raised on his back.
"What our problem is? Maybe it's because your kind have been killing our friends and made us have to leave our home," she snarled back, her blue optics flashing.
Firebolt's wings lowered and he straightened from his threatening stance. "What do you mean my kind? We didn't attack anyone."
Some of the younglings scoffed at this or rolled their optics at the 'con. "Yeah right! You 'cons came on our ship and shot at us!"
Firebolt looked over at his friends who had heard the whole exchange and were looking back and forth between themselves, confused at the autobot's words. Prowl, on the other hand, seemed to know what was going on and was seeing what Firebolt's reply would be to this. Noticing his brother hadn't a clue in the universe on what was going on, Prowl stepped forward. "Everyone on this ship is neutral. They don't want a war at all. The 'cons on this ship aren't the fighting ones. They don't want the war just like the autobots here," Prowl explained, his deep voice sounding superior to those who hadn't changed yet.
The autobot group looked and whispered to each other, still unsure. Their mutterings were interrupted as Firebolt's name was called from the medbay. The normally oval shaped optics of Firebolt now looked closer to circles as he anxiously looked to his friends and brother. Mixtape activated her speaker system and played a military funeral march song as a giggling Razorclip dragged Firebolt off to the medbay. "Oh, come on, you guys, it's not that bad," she laughed, petting Firebolt's head.
"Says you," Firebolt squeaked, trying to struggle from her grip. "Help! I'm being taken captive!" The entbot younglings giggled, some offering shouts of "Take him away!" or "Run, 'Bolt, run!" The autobot younglings looked a bit out of place in this exchange, not used to the carefree situation between opposing aliances. Razorclip, who they were informed was a top-notch medic, was treating this rebellious youngling with such a casual way that it was a surprise to them she wasn't a guardian instead.
Firebolt stopped struggling as he realized it was pointless. Now hanging upside down by his pede, he smiled at Razorclip. "Primus, 'Bolt. You're going to be the deactivation of me yet," she vented, with a small smile. Seeing no other way to carry the rambunctious youngling, Razorclip lowered her servo, carrying the dangling youngling at her side. She ignored the twittering youngling and entered the medbay.
Prowl shook his head and joined the autobot group's conversation. They were currently whispering nervously back and forth about who might be in the medbay. "Is it true that they actually have decepticons as their medics, Star?"
Starbreaker, seeming to take advantage of this attention, nodded, her eyes wide. "Yeah. I think most of 'em act like 'cons even if they're autobots. One of 'em knocked me out so a 'con could tear up my vocal processors." The younglings around her seemed to draw closer, sensing the story wasn't complete. Unfortunately for them, that was all Starbreaker had, so she continued with her story the best she could. "Luckily, I think a 'bot stepped in and fixed my vocalizer. I mean, we do have the best medics around." The group nodded their approval. All but one youngling, whose optics narrowed beneath his visor as he leaned against the wall, arms crossed.
"Stop lying," he muttered, gaining the whole group's attention.
Surprisingly, well surprising for Prowl at least, he didn't shrink back at the stares of astonishment. Instead, he felt steadier with them. Starbreaker revved. "I'm not lying!"
Prowl clenched his denta together before grounding out, "Yeah, right. Most of the medics working on you were 'cons." Prowl glanced up as medics walked in and out of the medbay, calling out a youngling's name or just taking a break. One specific 'con caught his optic. "Dasher's one of the best medics here," he challenged, pointing to the decepticon who was caught completely off-guard.
The younglings shrank closer together as the 'con approached. "What are you going on about, Prowl," he asked, kneeling down to be on Prowl's level.
"They were saying that 'bots are better than 'cons as medics."
Dasher smiled a bit. "Well, thanks for sticking up for me, bud, but I can think of a lot of medics who are autobots that are better than me. Not all of them, mind you, but there are a few." He looked up as Riffraff exited to take a quick break. "Speak of the Pit-spawn himself."
Riffraff's blue optics met his apprentice's. He then looked over at the younglings who had a "help us" look on their faceplates. Unsure of what Dasher had started now, Riffraff walked over. "He was the main medic. He knew more than your guy did," Starbreaker countered to Prowl, crossing her arms and sticking her chin up.
Riffraff raised an optic ridge. "I should hope so. He's my student-" Dasher raised an optic ridge back. "Well, kind of." Riffraff looked over at Prowl. "I'm surprised you've joined Dasher's side. I thought you were my little buddy."
"Well, I'm on your side too. I just don't think that 'cons are bad medics either. She said that autobots must have fixed her up because she was okay and that the decepticons were just destructive," Prowl explained quickly, not wanting to make his old caretaker angry with him.
Riffraff vented at this news and looked over to Starbreaker, whose optics remained fixed on Dasher. Riffraff kneeled down, gaining their attention again. "None of these decepticons want to hurt any of you. They are all neutral. Meaning, they don't even want the war to happen. Dasher is very trustworthy along with my other medics. I wouldn't let anyone in my medbay who they didn't know what they were doing. I'd trust Dasher before many other autobots here so just give all of the 'cons the benefit of the doubt, okay?" The younglings looked at each other uncertainly. "Why don't you guys just talk to the younglings over there," he suggested, motioning to the group they had purposely set a distance between.
Noticing the group's hesitancy, Riffraff quickly changed his mind. "Prowl, why don't you take them to the observatory?" Prowl tilted his head slightly at this. The huge light show of shooting meteoroids wouldn't be shown for several more megacycles. "Humor me," Riffraff added at Prowl's hesitation. Nodding, though still unsure on Riffraff's idea, Prowl motioned for them to follow him to the observatory.
Once the group began ascending to the fourth floor, Riffraff approached the group of entbot younglings. Most were watching the events unfold but a few were talking back and forth. The chatter stopped as Riffraff bent down to talk to them. "Would you all mind doing me a favor," he asked. By the end of his suggestion, the little 'cons and 'bots were smiling excitedly. They nodded and whispered enthusiastically before scattering, preparing for their mission.
During these events, in the medbay, a youngling began shouting his capture again as Razorclip entered with him. "I zee he iz not taking this very lightly." At the voice of his favorite caretaker, not counting his carrier of course, Firebolt stopped his twittering and struggled to turn to see Icescape.
The autobot's monocle adjusted as it settled on Firebolt. "He is taking it rather well compared to what I thought he might do. At least he didn't run," Razorclip explained.
Icescape chuckled as he heard Firebolt's response of, "Running! Why didn't I think of that?"
He reached down for Firebolt's scruff bar and took him gently from Razorclip's grip. As he was about to set him down on the medical berth, Firebolt gave a hushed, frightened chirp. The volume level was likely due to Firebolt upholding his image in front of the other younglings in the bedbay. However, with his little flame-colored arms reaching out, Icescape held him to his spark as Razorclip prepared a tray of tools.
Firebolt's tiny digits dug at the edges of Icescape's headlights as he heard the sound of a power tool. Icescape soon pried the little digits from his headlights and positioned Firebolt forwards. The little 'con twittered at the approaching power tool, trying to back up as much as possible into Icescape. Unfortunately for this plan, Icescape seemed to be on Razorclip's side and held the youngling still as the power tool met his plating.
Prowl led the autobot younglings to the observatory. He only looked behind him to ensure they were all with him once or twice, trying to avoid their optics at all costs. The observatory was set up for the night's main event of the shooting meteoroids. Unsure of what to do with the younglings, Prowl led them to some of the couches that were set up along the back wall.
As he felt the glares of the younglings behind him, Prowl decided it would be a good idea to try out his new comm system. Quickly choosing Riffraff's name among the thousands in his system, Prowl set up their private comm link. :: So, now what?::
:: I see you've learned to use your comm system,:: Riffraff replied. Prowl frowned at the obvious attempt to avoid his question.
:: Um, yeah. Can you tell me what I'm supposed to do with them?::
:: You'll see.:: With that, the comm link was closed by Riffraff.
Prowl looked over at the younglings who sat on the couch, their arms crossed and glaring. The palpable, tense silence was beginning to disturb Prowl. He'd rather have them gossip about him quietly than have them just sit there silently. Prowl never realized how much he hated silence until this moment. "Well, now what," challenged the same ill-tempered femme that Firebolt had to deal with.
"Your guess is as good as mine," Prowl replied casually, looking at the two hallways that led to this room, hoping for someone to save him from these younglings. He didn't understand their hate for decepticons. He would prefer to be with Firebolt, Mixtape, Dasher, and Moonseeker right now than with these younglings
Prowl backed up from the couches as he heard someone about his size heading down the hallway. Prowl had to do everything in his power not to run down the hallway and thank Primus for whoever was making their appearance. Even some youngling he just saw around the ship would be better than this group of autobots. "Where's your bodyguard, Prowl?" Prowl's spark sank as he met the blue optics of his hated rival, Crosshatch.
A/N: DUN DUN DUN. Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! PLEASE review. I'd like to know what you guys like or don't like =)