"Bumblebee, you ready?" Arcee asked, walking to Ratchet and Starscream who were finishing the coordinates. Her partner eagerly gave the affirmative; the scout was positive their mission would succeed. Glancing to Starscream, she said," Those coordinates better be right. I don't like the idea of bridging to a blind area in the sky."

"I'm sure I'd be even more displeased than you if anything happened, but don't worry, despite its difficulty in tracking, I'm sure I found the ship. I didn't mess up."

"Well Primus knows you're good at it, so I'm not getting my hopes up," She replied with a smirk.

Starscream was about to make a comment to the effect of 'Ha ha, very funny' but was interrupted by Ratchet. "Okay, now that you've got the romantic scrap out of the way, feel ready to actually go through with the mission? I've got the coordinates set."

Arcee stiffened at the remark. Awkwardly placing a servo over the seekers for a brief moment, that was probably the closest to a public hug as she'd get in a very long time, she quickly transformed and rolled over to the ground bridge where Bumblebee already waited for deployment.

Arcee and Bumblebee silently bridged onto the warship. The femme accessed a map that Starscream had made for them. Since it had been drawn from memory, there was potentially up to three percent error in the image now displaying in her optic. That shouldn't matter too much though.

She pointed in the direction they needed to go, and they were off in search of a T-Cog. The two bots were very good at stealth, and except for two near sightings, had no problem making their way through the Nemesis off the radar. When they were approaching the medbay, their happy little easy trip became a whole lot harder.

"Scrap," Arcee moaned, then froze hoping she wasn't heard. Not only was Knock Out in the room and performing a check-up. Soundwave was his patient, and according to their map that Starscream had procured, the small medical office was their only way to the storage room that held what they were looking for.

They looked to each other, and Bumblebee flashed his eyes in optical code to ask, Now what should we do?

Responding in the same manner, she answered, I guess waiting is our only option. Though they couldn't spare much time for waiting. They only had a little under half an hour before the ship lead them to the periphery of no return. Ratchet and Starscream didn't have the location of the Nemesis, only where it would be when they sent the bridge. While their comms should work, the cloak on the decepticon warship was impossible to break.

Waiting out of sight for Soundwave's examination to finish burned into almost twenty minutes, but finally the silent surveillance officer was stalking down the hallway, and Knock Out was working on his console. Catching Bumblebee's optics, Arcee quickly conveyed, Now or Never.

He nodded and they prepared themselves for the job at hand. Arcee lunged herself at Knock Out and grabbed on of the loose tools on his desk. Holding it to his chest as she stood behind him, she gritted out," I'll do a little surgery of my own if you let anyone know of our presence, pretty bot."

Knock Out raised his servos in surrender, turning his head slightly to see Bumblebee entering his storage room. "And to what do I owe this pleasant surprise, mein lieber?"

Pressing the sharp tool against his freshly waxed chest plate, she goaded," Keep talking."

"I'll do more than that," Knock Out scoffed, swiftly backhanding the femme that imprisoned him with his own surgical tool. The sharp tool gouged his beautiful chest, catching and plunging into his left headlight, as Arcee was sent sprawling to the floor. "You don't want to know the punishment for not alerting the guards," He said with an edge on his voice as he angrily ripped the instrument out of his chest and apoplectically tossed it to the ground.

Pressing a button on his medical console, he calmly said," We have two autobots on board and it seems they seek a marauding mission." He agilely blocked an incoming kick and reached for his electro staff. No fancy twirls in such a confined space, but the weapon would still be effective.

Arcee took evasive action as his staff ignited in brilliant light. That vile staff was capable of incapacitating Optimus Prime, she'd rather not come into contact with it. A jab here, and one there, she lithely avoided the sparking tip of the scepter, but it only lasted so long. A pained grunt was all that left the femme when the blasted weapon lodged itself in her side.

Shrinking to the floor of the Nemesis, she glared up at Knock Out, her body convulsing with the electrical current overloading her systems. In frustration, she sputtered," Y-you fff-f-fraggin..."

"Well, your feisty spirit always has one of your rather redeeming quali-" Knock Out was interrupted by a bright energon blast from Bumblebee that hit him directly in the faceplate. Recoiling and dropping his weapon, he covered his face and swore in pain and anger that someone would dare mess with such beauty.

The scout stood at the entrance of the storage room, a T-Cog in one servo and his other transformed to a gun and pointing directly at Knock Out. He urgently announced that they had been aboard over half an hour.

"I know, but right now we have to worry about the looming vehicons. Doctor Jerkaft was able to alert the decepticons of our presence," She replied as she scooped up the dropped electro staff and quickly rammed it in between his shoulder tires. Giving him a little extra help with a complementary kick, he dropped to the floor face down and was left spasming as the autobots made a break for it.

"Ratchet, do you read?" Arcee asked, hoping by the Allspark that their comms worked under the decepticon cloak. A fuzzy transmission came back, but Arcee couldn't make out its contents. Slaggit, their comms had worked the last time they were aboard the Nemesis! "Ratchet, this is Arcee and Bumblebee reporting in-" She dropped trying to contact base as they came under fire.

A vehicon came close to shooting Arcee in the already damaged side where she was sporting singed metal revealing injured circuitry that compromised her movement already. Bumblebee earnestly grabbed her attention as he tossed her the T-Cog so he had open servos to defend himself against an oncoming foe.

Digits curling around the valuable organ, Arcee gritted her dental plates. They needed a safe way off this ship, and it didn't look like they were getting a ground bridge anytime soon. They were doomed... Unless...

"Bee, the ship is cloaked, but outside isn't. Put this in your trunk and let's skydive." They didn't have an alternative option; the whole ship was on high alert. Her partner gave a simple nod as he held up his servos to receive the precious cargo. Seconds after the T-Cog reached his servos, he was transformed with it secured in his trunk, and seconds after that, the two were peeling through the Nemesis hallways.

Bumblebee brought to Arcee's attention that just two hundred meters away an airlock was available for their departure, and according to their map, not a single passage way before the door from which they could get cut off.

Three percent error could sure be a nightmare.

Five vehicons entered stage left and halted their forward progress. "Scrap," Arcee whispered harshly. "You just keep the special delivery safe, I'll take care of these mechs," she shouted, springing into bot mode and curling her feet against one's helm and twisting as she tackled another and plunged her forearm blade through his spark chamber. She took a grave kick to her injured side, but it didn't phase her as she shot another down. Pouncing on another vehicon, she swiftly ripped his chest plating open and shot dead center. Using the last vehicon as a convenient obstacle, she lunged for the airlock while pushing off from him.

The blue femme reached the airlock only moments before Bumblebee, but was able to open the portal to freedom for him. Following the yellow muscle car, a feeling of unrelenting fear passed through her as she began a free fall for earth. "Please, Ratchet, do you copy?"

"Arcee!"

"We can talk later, Bumblebee and I are free falling from the Nemesis and gaining speed at an alarming rate," She said after trying to calm herself. This was just a huge reminder of how much she hated flying. "Opening a bridge, preferably beneath us, would be wonderful."

"Attempting to lock onto your coordinates as we speak," The doctor assured her.

A flash of green was all she was able to see, because as she entered her familiar home, she blacked out upon contact with the very solid ground.


The first thing Arcee noticed as her optics unshuttered was... "Starscream? You're walking!" Did her optics deceive her? In front of her was the silver mech she'd come to know very well, back on his feet.

"Barely," Was all he replied with.

Now that he mentioned it, he was leaning pretty heavily on the wall beside him, but still, that he was able to walk was amazing. He'd been barely able to make a fist just a short while ago; though, her chronometer told her that she'd been out for a day, and one day could make a lot of difference for cybertronians.

"How's Bumblebee?"

Searching for words, he finally said," Ehh, he could be doing better, but Ratchet's not all that worried. He should be fine by tomorrow." The poor scout had came through the bridge completely inverted, landing on the roof of his alt mode and smashing himself up quite a bit. It was mostly cosmetic though, with a small exception of some stress being put on his something or other (Starscream found it really hard to care about the names of car parts)."

After hearing her friend was more or less alright, what she really wanted to ask about was if the cargo her friend had been carrying survived the rough landing. For obvious reasons, she couldn't really ask Starscream about it however, and settled on asking," How long have you been able to walk?" It was a startling development, while pleasant, it was so sudden.

"About five hours. Ratchet said he worked double time lately because he got fed up with my moaning and complaining," Starscream said," But I honestly wasn't that bad, was I?"

"You could've been worse," She answered with a coy smile.

"I thought so."

Getting off the berth, she asked," Can we go see Bumblebee?" She complained quietly to herself about how sore her joints were. Apparently free falling and then landing on really hard objects put a lot of stress on the chassis...

"Ah, yes," He said, but didn't immediately follow Arcee. Seeing her questioning gaze as she halted and waited for him, he averted his gaze and mumbled," If you could just help me a little..."

The silver mech was obviously embarrassed, and Arcee noticed as he tried to move slightly, in quite a bit of pain too. He probably overdid walking once he finally got the chance. She knew she would if she'd been confined to a berth for as mind-numbingly long as he had.

The blue femme didn't say a word as she walked back beside him and let him lean on to her, a heavy servo gripping into her her shoulder. Placing a supportive servo around his waist, they made their way to visit a fellow injured friend.