Chp. 21
"Parker?" Arcee says in disbelief.
Ratchet nods his head, "It's where the coordinates lead."
"But how?" Prowl says, "I was told she just has a regular energon shard lodged in her heart."
"I know. I thought so too." Ratchet explains, "But it makes sense why she can energy transfer and heal just by touching you. Think about it, we can't transfer energon without special equipment, but she can do it with the touch of her hand." He shakes his head, "All this time I thought it was just the way her body handled the energon shard, but it's something...more."
"What do you mean?" Bluestreak asks.
"I always thought it was a myth, but her powers fit the description."
"What are you getting at Ratchet?" Bee asks.
"What if...what if it's not a regular energon shard or dark energon or red energon. What if she has light energon?"
"Light energon?" Prowl lifts an eyebrow, "As in the energon of Primus?"
"Exactly," Ratchet says.
"There was said only to have one energon shard exist." Prowl tells him.
"I know and I think she got it." Ratchet points at me.
"Okayokay," Bluestreak says taking a breath, "If she does have the light energon shard and it is the last relic, how are we supposed to get it out?" Everyone shares confused looks with each other, "I mean if we do have to get the shard out of her how are we going to fix her heart so she can survive. Ratchet your hands are too big, Nurse Darby isn't qualified and we can't take her to a surgeon and say 'hey I need you to get this alien energy crystal out of this girl so we can bring back our home planet,'" Bluestreak's eyes narrow and tone raises, "What if Agent Fowler could find someone to do the surgery top secret, what if she doesn't survive the surgery? She had a fraggin shard in her heart! If they take it out she would have too big of a hole in her heart!" He softly pants from talking too fast.
Ratchet rubs his chin with the tip of his finger, "Maybe...Maybe not."
"What?" Bluestreak asks almost angrily.
"Maybe, just maybe, she can transfer the energy to the weapon."
"Ratchet what are you getting at?" Sideswipe says.
"It's just a theory, but what if we don't need the shard we just need the energy."
"I'm not following." Bee crosses his arms.
"What if she is the energy source for the relics-the, the weapon we have to build with the relics I mean."
Prowl rubs his chin, "That makes sense. We may not need the shard at all, just its power."
"Exactly," Ratchet answers.
"Alright, but how about the relics the decepticons have? Even if she is the power source, we still don't have all the relics."
"Not yet," Bee says, "I have an idea, but it's dangerous. We still don't know where the decepticon war ship is right? And the coordinates on the screen will change if she moves right? And if they change when she moves and we put her on the decepticon warship, guess what we would know?"
"Where the warship is." Ratchet says.
"Wait," I say, "How come we can't just track the relics the Decepticons have brought back to the warship?"
Ratchet looks at me, "I have come to believe the bases each 'team' has are safe zones because once a relic is captured by any side, the coordinates disappear off the screen."
"So then the other team can't catch them because the relics are in the safe zones?" Arcee asks.
"It's like a big game of capture the flag" I say, "Just with multiple flags and each team needs to have all of them in order to win. Ratchet if I were to leave the base, would my coordinates turn back on?"
Ratchet nods his head, "Because you are outside of the safe zone."
I scratch my head, "Okay, but won't the coordinates turn back off as soon as board the decepticon warship? Because I'm in their safe zone?"
"Yes," Ratchet says, "But we can still find you if we give you a personal tracking device."
"Okay...okay" I say taking a deep breath, "I'll do it."
"Can you hear me?" Bluestreak says through my earpiece I was given by Agent Fowler.
"Yeah. I can." I answer.
"I will be right here the whole time okay?"
My nerves calm down a little bit, "Okay."
I stand in the middle of one of Jasper's many deserts. There are no cliffs or rocks, only the hard flat golden land.
I take in a deep breath.
"I'm picking up decepticon activity on the tracer," Bluestreak says, "Get ready."
I nod my head even though he can't see. In the silence of the area, I hear the unmistakable sound of jet engines.
"Bluestreak just in case something goes wrong-" I start to say.
"That won't happen-" Bluestreak interrupts.
"What is that song you always hum?"
I turn my head toward the sky and spot a silver jet heading straight down towards me. It takes all my willpower to not start running away. The sound of the engines gets louder and with it my heart beats faster.
"The Anthem of Cybertron," Bluestreak answers.
The jet gets close to the ground and transforms to his bot form landing on the ground with stiletto heeled feet. I slowly gaze up at him and see his smiling face.
"A girl?" Starscream snickers, "Interesting. Megatron will be very pleased."
Confused, I lift an eyebrow remembering the last time Starscream and I saw each other was when he stole a dark energon shard from Megatron to resurrect Skyquake and start his zombie con army. But now, it sounds like he's working for him again.
He wraps his hand tightly around my torso and my heart skips a beat. Rushing forward, Starscream jumps high into the air and transforms to his jet with me being placed inside the cockpit. The seat belt wraps itself around me and tightens. I struggle against it, but it's no use.
"Hang on," he says evilly and we take off into the air with his laugh echoing through the desert.