Fell asleep while editing and I had to go through the entire thing again because I make no sense whatsoever when I'm tired... I don't even know how the game 'Go Fish' fit into this chapter o.O...
Response to reviews:
'MUWAHAHAHAHA! My talent for making people laugh and get annoying songs stuck in their head works even over the internet' ... I kinda said that out loud and now the birds outside moved a good 50 feet away from the house...
They will be back... eventually... when I stop my maniacal laughter...yea eventually
PitSpawns POV is merging with the POV from Iacon (Wow this POV thing is easier than I thought it was going to be... all of the POV's will merge at this rate :-D)
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Sitting at the center of camp I watched Datums as he paced back and forth, he was going over a data-pad he had.
I was drawn out of my bored staring by something prodding at my stabilizer... looking down I saw BitBot.
"OH! Sup BitBot? Where have you been? And where is NeatLine?" I asked, I didn't recall seeing them at all during our journey here.
"...sup?" He asked confused then shook his helm and answered my question "We took a different route, we don't want to camp in a spot with only one way out do we?"
"True, oh and 'sup' is a combination of the words what's and up basically I was asking 'what's up' and that means 'what has been happening?'... basically more odd slang I use"
BitBot smiled "OH ok, in that case I would respond 'Not much, sup with you?' correct?"
"Right" I smiled at him and once again protocols and commands popped into my vision but this time thoughts echoed along with them in my spark.
Curiously I reached out to the foreign thoughts and received an answering 'touch' filled with curiosity and confusion.
I pulled away when Datums pacing slowed, then he paused all together and suddenly his doorwings shot strait up and he cried out.
"TRANS-ORGANIC INCOMING!"
There was a flourish of activity as Geoid brought out and activated defenses I didn't even know we were carrying... then it hit me...
~Trans... Organics... as in... THE MONSTERS THE QUINTESSONS CREATED AS A CONTIGINCY PLAN TO TAKE OUT CYBERTRONIANS?! FRAG FRAG FRAG WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I... oh hey I have a hammer in my subspace...~
In my moment of panic and confusion multiple things happened.
My battle computer came online and started searching the information I knew
I found I could access a list of everything I have in my subspace... subspaces?...apparently I have more than one
I got distracted by Datums Pulling out a HUGE concussion cannon
I momentarily gapped at him.
~I NEED to ask if I can borrow that at some point...~
A flash of movement behind me to the left caught my attention.
~That's bigger than me... and everyone is over there... then that was...~
A high pitched shrill caused me to react instinctively.
*CLANG*
In one quick movement I brought my hammer out of my subspace spun around and cold-clocked the thing.
It twitched momentarily before curling in on itself and stilling completely.
"What... just happened?" I asked still staring at the beast.
It was obviously a bear... well sort of... and it had one metallic arm with blades for claws while the head was a metal copy of a panther, on the other arm was a gauntlet of metal along with another set of blade claws and it was slightly bigger than me... So yea ...
~30 ft tall bear with metal bits... defiantly a trans-organic, and I just cold-clocked it with a hammer... I don't know if I should feel accomplished or horrified...~
PitSpawn POV
Not even a half jour on base and I already made prowl crash...Jazz was impressed, Arcee couldn't stop laughing, Bumblebee was attempting to stay serious through giggle fits, and Ratchet was speaking Angrish...
"WHAT The FRAG DID YOU DO TO MAKE HIM CRASH LIKE THIS?!"
~Oh Ratchet is yelling at me~
"I didn't DO anything... although it was probably something I said..."
"WHAT THE FRAG DID YOU SAY TO HIM?!"
"I complimented him then I... oh... ummm... I may have said its cute how clueless Ultra Magnus is when it comes to humor..." I rubbed the back of my helm sheepishly.
Everybot gave me a dumbfounded look.
"What? He pouts when he gets confused..." I huffed and crossed my arms.
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Once Prowl was back online we proceeded to the meeting, and about half way through I felt a caress from a bond... but it wasn't Flare...
~OMP ANGEE! Erm... Raze...~
But she left as softly and gently as she came leaving me confused and curios.
~::*CURIOCITY* What about Raze?::~
~I felt Raze feel across the bond I have with her~
~::*SURPRIZE*Oh maybe we will be able to communicate with her soon and find her::~
~We need to find you first...~
~:: Yea but he keeps moving me while I recharge... and I need to continue the formula::~
~On it...~
I pulled out the datapad with the formula I had been working on written on it, I picked up where I left off...
Only problem with that is I was in the middle of the meeting and I suddenly had a very angry Prowl glaring at me.
"Before you chew my helm off, know that what I'm doing is the only thing keeping my twin from excessive damage and torture..." I growled as I equaled his glare with one of my own.
Prowl cycled his optics.
"I apologize I knew you were co-creations, but I did not realize you were twins..."
"Yea I kinda figured since we are almost complete opposites but pretty much the exact same, She is a helicopter, I'm a jet, she is mature, I'm a spaz, she likes literature and arts, I like mechanics and math where she lacks, I exceed and vice versa... not to mention we are both loyal, caring, smart, obsessive compulsive, and like to drop surprises at the perfect moment to create confusion fear or amusement... we just want to makes others happy" I shook my helm "You focus on getting to her while I focus on keeping her functioning"
"Yea well, any information ya have will be helpful" Jazz interjected.
"Basics of what I know? He keeps moving her while she is in recharge, they don't stay in one place for more than an Orn. He took her because he needs help activating a space bridge into a pocket dimension to free somebot, that's the formula I'm working on now..."
Ratchet interrupted me.
"Wait WHAT!?"
I sighed "I'm working on a formula to create a..."
He cut me off again.
"I got THAT part but the logistics of that type of formula would give even the best mathematician a run for their credits... your talking time manipulation, bending the very fabric of the universe itself... there is a very small window of opportunity to free someone from a shadowzone pocket dimension, and if he is trying to free who we think he is... well that window of opportunity has long past"
"I already calculated that factor in..." I started to explain.
"HOW!?" Ratchet interrupted yet again.
"The LV-117 theorem of time travel and I already noted the material needed, getting them on the other servo..."
"The what now?"Ratchet asked interrupting me again.
"I believe she is referring to the planet LV-117... it has a habit of drifting in and out of time" Prowl interjected.
"Not exactly in and out..." I corrected "It doesn't drift Out of time but INTO another time all while staying in one dimension, it complicated but the inhabitants of the planet created a way to guide it through various times"
Ratchet snorted "And you know this how?"
"Written reports, historical sightings, tales of those who visited the planet and repapered at a different time claiming only a few orns had passed... it's all there, you just have to know where to look"
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LV-117-Due to strange circumstances, the entire planet has become detached from linear time and is always moving through the timestream, appearing from an outsider's view to drift in and out of existence at different points in time. Just passing through the atmosphere causes outsiders to end up in a random time period completely different from where they started.
And we end the chapter with PitSpawn showing he genius
Spawn: "MY WHAT IS SHOWING? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?"
Flare: "... how can you be so smart and so... soo..."
Spawn: "Stupid at the same time? Because I'm a spaz duh..."
Flare: "..." -_-"
Spawn: "But you love me anyway" :-D