"Who were they?" Ariel demanded.
"I dunno! But it seemed like they knew who we were. Or at least what we're doing." Orion replied. "They knew about the tools and they probably know of the power they hold."
"Yeah, so in other words, bad news for us." Dion said.
Orion nodded reluctantly, his servo on his shoulder where the sniper femme had shot him.
"Orion are you okay?" Chromia asked when she noticed.
Orion shrugged as he lifted his servo from the wound. There was a thin trail of flowing Energon seeping from the wound. The weapon was still imbedded in his shoulder as well.
"Ack. We'd better do something before that gets infected or something." Dion said.
He and Chromia moved themselves next to him and examined the wound.
"Doesn't look too deep. Does it hurt Orion?" Chromia spoke.
"No actually. Well...actually it does sting a bit, but not much." Orion replied.
Dion nodded as he reached over to Ariel's bag.
"What are you doing over there?" Ariel wondered.
Dion got up and held out two credits.
"Credits? What are you gonna do with those?" Orion asked.
"When Chromia removes the blade from your shoulder, press these on the wound. It'll stop the bleeding until it stops flowing completely." Dion explained.
Orion raised an optic ridge at the other mech.
"What? Chromia and I have done this before. Growing up on the streets we learned creative ways to tend to our minor injuries." Dion snapped.
Orion, still looking skeptical, sat back as Chromia took hold of the blade.
"Ready?" Chromia asked.
Orion nodded and Chromia pulled the small blade right out of Orion. He winced as it came out and flinched when Dion came over to press the credits against his shoulder.
Chromia looked at the tiny Energon stained blade in her servo. It wasn't any larger than her smallest digit, and was made in the shape of a diamond. However, from what she could see, it was sharp. Very sharp. So sharp that Chromia would bet that it could probably pierce an optic and go straight for the processor. Chromia also bet that the femme who shot these blades could probably make that happen if she wanted to.
"I think it stopped." Orion spoke, interrupting Chromia's thoughts.
Dion nodded and removed the credits from his shoulder.
"So what now?" Ariel asked.
"Well, the only thing we can do now is continue on and find the rest of the tools before those femmes do." Chromia proclaimed.
"Chromia's right. If we keep worrying about what's trying to stop us then we'll never progress." Ariel added.
"Uh, I said that?...well sure okay." Chromia spoke.
Ariel giggled at her friend's words.
"So where too now Orion?" Dion asked.
Orion reached behind to take out the tracker. His friends waited patiently before Orion gasped and began to search all over his person. Then he began to search around the back of Foneques.
"No. Oh no oh no oh no no no no no." Orion muttered frantically.
"Orion...what's wrong?" Dion asked slowly.
"I-I-I can't find it." Orion replied.
"Can't find-"
"The tracker." Orion finished. "I can't find the tracker."
"What? You lost it?" Chromia demanded.
Orion put his servos against his helm. Ariel reached forward and put her servos on his shaking shoulders.
"Orion. When was the last time you remember having hold on the tracker?" Ariel asked carefully.
"Um..." Orion thought back.
The blade pierced Orion's shoulder, the arm he was using to hold the tracker. The force and sheer surprise Orion felt caused him to drop the tracker as he put his servo over it and ran behind Foneques. He hadn't realized what he had done until now.
"You dropped it?" Dion demanded.
"I guess." Orion replied.
"And assuming that the Elite is still there, then that means-"
"We are now in possession of the device that will lead us to the tools." The Elite leader proclaimed as she held the tracker in her servos.
"Hooray!" The femme with the chain scythe squealed. She turned to her sniper comrade and shook her when she walked over.
"Hey! We have the tracker!" she exclaimed.
The shaken femme looked over to her leader. "We do?"
"Indeed. When you shot that mech he dropped it." She replied.
The other femme nodded.
"Well then, I suppose we should report in then."
The Elite leader called in for a groundbridge back to their base in Iacon. She told her compatriots to wait outside as she entered the office of their boss.
"Father." She greeted as she removed her visor and armour. She hung them on the closest wall. she revealed her slim, but slightly bulky frame which was predominantly black with streaks of dark red around her breast plates and legs.
"I see you are back. What do you have to report Darklight?" Her father, Sir Firesteel spoke. "Did you find the younglings?"
"Indeed father, we engaged them in a small battle, but we did not get the tools." She began.
"Then what do you have to report?" He wondered.
Darklight took out the tracker. "My team have obtained the device used to locate the tools."
Firesteel raised his optic ridges in surprise. "Oh, well I must say that is something worth reporting. Is it functional?"
"I haven't been able to confirm." Darklight replied as she began fiddling with the device. She pressed a button on it's front and several sparks flew out from it. She dropped it in surprise.
"Hm, perhaps our consultant can be of service in this matter." Firesteel commented. He rose up from his chair and walked over to wall behind his desk. He pressed in a code on his arm plate and a door in the wall appeared.
"Are you not coming?" Firesteel asked his daughter.
"Oh...you want me to come?" Darklight asked.
"Indeed. You are the one who has been watching those younglings. You shall come and report directly to him." He replied.
Darklight smiled, picked up the tracker and followed her father excitedly into the room where their consultant was stationed. The two walked down a long, dark staircase deep underground. Darklight stayed close to her father as they reached level ground.
They walked for a bit more before her father stopped in his tracks in front of a lit door and bowed to the shadows next to it. Darklight, unsure of what was happening bowed as well.
"Darklight, meet one of the future masters of Cybertron." Firesteel proclaimed.
Darklight looked up to see a large mass emerge from the shadows. He had no limbs to speak of in favour of several long, green tentacles protruding from his base and the sides of his chassis. His prominent colours were green, purple, and orange He had a large helm with thin, scarlet optics and his mouth was filled with razor like denta.
"Meet, the Judge."
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