She has hanged around cyclonus and tailgate for a bit. She was a little disappointed that megatron had brought the coffin on board the ship but that didn't bother her. What buggered is she had to strip her highgrade from everyone who touched it. Then scolded Swerve about taking her crates.
As much as swerve said he was sorry. She remained unforgiving. Her minicons stood or sat with tailgate and cyclonus. Her, well let's just say she was in a mood for a good challenge.
So, Pulse being in the middle of room. She was bouncing on her peds as she swung her left fist forward into the palms of skid's while he smacked her arms away, swinging his servo up toward her jaw.
She leaned back a bit too far as she kicked her peds up, wrapping her arms around his extended arm. Her servo's catching her upper frame from hitting the ground before she twisted her frame but at the same time, she pulled on Skid's arm, forcing the mech to fall onto the floor by her weight.
Once she heard the thud hit the ground, pushed herself up into a flip. Her legs releasing Skid's arm before she landed on her peds but of course, she landed on top of skids. " Give up yet?" She purred in amusing.
Skid held that determined look but stead, he tapped his servo against the floor. She stepped off of Skid's, holding her servo out. She watched the blue and yellow mech take her servo as he stood up before he rubbed his arm a bit. "Did good." She praised, patting his shoulder.
"Fight well." They only share two words before skid's walked to nautica and sat down. The purple and white femme elbowed him and praised him for his challenge.
Pulse only smirked, crossing her arms. She was defiantly overcharge and when she was overcharged, she was focused. Swing her servos into the air. "Who's next to challenge the famous Pulse Virus?"
There was loud thump as she turned her attention to Trailcutter. Of course, his visor was locked onto hers and that grin was plastered on his face. Both Skids, Nautica and Riptide all stared at him then to her. They knew very well what they were planning. "You in, Pulse?" Tailcutter asked with a smirk.
She grinned widely. " Sure." Whatever they got planned, she was never going to regret this. Walking toward the group, she placed her servo's onto the table. "Just tell me what i need to do." She said with a shrug in her shoulders.
Six Months Later, day three
"Hello, my daughter.." Her tone was so soft, so peaceful and so welcoming. Her carrier was right here. She had never thought of this moment to happen. She didn't know if she wanted to rush toward the femme cassette and hug her or snap at her for not protecting her, or to run away and never look back. The bond between her and her carrier wasn't there, it was broken off a long time ago.
When the femme realized that Pulse had not made a inch to move nor decide on speaking, she continued on. With small steps toward her. "You much be confused, my little pulse." The femme said, setting her servo on the glass plates of her chest where her spark would be at.
This time pulse snapped out of it, shaking her helm quickly before sending a heated glare at the femme. "Confuse.." She growled out the word as her servo clenched tightly. " I am not confused!" She snapped toward the femme that caused the bots around them to move further away from her and her carrier. "Why are you here now, Starline?" Pulse demanded, taking a step forward.
Starline almost seemed flinch at her harsh tone but nontheless remained calm, slouching her shoulders in defeat as if talking sentimental with her was going to make things go much easier. "I work for blurr, Pulse, that's why i am here." Starline said softly, she was trying to dodge that subject. She was just relieved to see pulse alive and safe.
Pulse lips twitched in an annoyed frown. "Not what i'm saying.." She earned a confused look from her carrier. "Why are you here.." She pointed to the ground between them. "Speaking to me?!" Pulse had so many questions but this one blew the cake. Every emotion she had was building up.
Starline seemed to realize that and lower her gaze, her servos tucked and cuffed together. Her thumb digit would press against one another in thought while she sighs lightly. "Because i.." The femme lower her helm in thought, shaking it lightly. "I needed to know that.." She raised her helm up, gesturing toward pulse with a small smile on her lips. "That you were still alive and doing well." She muttered lightly.
This was very awkward, between both femme's. A carrier that had believed she had offlined or worst followed overlord as a decepticon. Truth be told, she was a decepticon when she met deadlock, but she was also an autobot at spark. Pulse only shook her helm, she didn't want to give starline any gratitude for worrying her.
"Well, you can see that." She pointed out coolly. If she had it her way, starline would have been far from her. The memories of what Overlord did to her carrier, he only did it out of love for the femme but he still harmed her. She still has the scarring on her protoform.
Starline only flinched this time finally, her helm slowly nodded. It wasn't the truth though. Starline didn't know the pain she was going through. Drift wasn't here for her. She has been avoiding Ironhide and her servo's, they were twitching already. Waiting to grasp her blade's and slice down the femme in front of her.
Starline couldn't decide to speak or to walk away but she let out a small laugh. "I.." For some reason, she could see her though. Her golden optics looked at her as if those optics were burning through her visor. "I am so sorry for what pain i have caused, your sire.." Starline didn't get a chance to finish when she snapped.
"He is not my sire!" Pulse shouted out, the bots around them scattered all to quickly. The only ones that probably came out to check on them was Soundwave and his cassettes. "A sire wouldn't attack his sparkling!" She gestured toward her abdomen. "A sire wouldn't kill one of my friends and sparkling!" Pulse cried out in anger.
No, she didn't blame Chromedome for shooting that pod that had Sonar and rewind in it. Those two were the only ones that protect them. Her spark ached at the lost of Sonar blip. When she saw Starline mouth open and she cut her off. "A sire doesn't leave his sparkling behind either! You weren't there! You never were! So don't mother me up!" She snapped, she was using her earth language this time, it just slipped.
"I never knew he…" Starline couldn't defend Overlord. Her optics were only widen in surprise. It was like Starline couldn't process of what Pulse had just said, only to see the femme wrecker this upset. "I am so sorry, my daughter. If i had known then.." Starline didn't know what else to say, everything was already overwhelming.
"Then what?" Pulse growled out, stepping toward the black and blue-ish green femme. "What could you have done?! Fight him?" She gritted her denta's tightly. "Or run away to protect the love you have for him!" She snapped, she threw her servos out to her sides. She couldn't believe after all this time, her carrier, the femme that stood in front of her, still loved the decepticon mech.
"I ran so he could keep me alive!" Starline said loudly, her optics softening up as she tighten her jaw. She brought her cuffed servos up to her chest and shook her helm. "So that one day i can see you both again, or at least one of you!"
Pulse optics widen a bit before narrowing them behind her visor. Her once bright blue visor was darken in anger. "So.." She didn't know if she was waiting to seek comfort from overlord or from her but she wasn't going to get it. Starline was hoping for her or overlord to come back, dead or alive. "You still do love the murderer.." She muttered harshly, lowering her helm.
Starline tried to reach out toward the emerald femme but pulse was first to react. Her reached out and weather it was her carrier or not, she grasp Starline wrist. Her frame twisted, jerking the femme off the ground with a harsh tug, flipping her carrier onto the ground.
Watching Starline hit the ground with a heavy thud and a sharp gasp of pain. Pulse was quick to grab the tilt of her sword but soon a black servo grabbed her arm tightly. "Pulse, enough.." That tone, it was soft but also heavy.
Pulse snapped her helm at the mech but her optics widen. Those deep blue optics, that silver face plates and that red bulky frame. It was almost as if she wante to shut down right there and end it all. She was prepared to kill her own carrier. Her helm turned to look down at her femme creator and could see the feared look in those golden optics.
Jerking her arm from the mech's grasp and straighten up, releasing Starline wrist as she stepped back. She wasn't going to speak about this. "Just stay away." She warned coolly toward Starline. "Stay away from me and my cassettes for now on." She stated, turning her back on starline and walked away, hoping to slip through the crowd and hide once more.
"Pulse!" Starline called out, that worried tone of betrayal was there. Starline had really screwed up. She still loved both her mate and sparkling and could never choose between the two of them. "Please, listen!" She called out again, but it was far to late to hear her out.
"Pulse what the frag?" Ironhide had managed to catch up to her, he wanted to reach out and grasp the femme shoulder but he knew something was off with her and that made him even more worried. "Who was that femme?" He questioned her, it was not everyday that he see's her and this isn't how he wanted their reunion to go.
Pulse was done, she was done with everything. Her own carrier still loved overlord more then her. Her carrier didn't fight for her, only ran because she was told too. "My carrier.." she muttered in a harsh tone. Her feet had pretty much dragged her all the way to the archives.
She didn't mean to take her anger out on ironhide. She just wanted to return to the trial after she had stepped out for a while to do something. She needed to join up with prowl for it too since she was put to work with him. Even though she couldn't do much when he was Law enforcement material.
"Your carrier?" Ironhide more like thought about then asked it. He was so confused and out of the loop. There was no reason to question her anymore about it. He could really tell she was fragged off, or worst, betrayed by her own creator. He'll have to do some Intel searching himself.
Slipping into the building, she managed to make her way toward one of the high balconies. She spotted Rodimus and Atomizer not far from her but she didn't bother to say anything. She hated the fact of how he split her and drift apart, especially being so soon after Sonar blip's offlining.
"And as an autobot who has lost friends to them, close friends, you would agree.." Prowl voice echoed through the room to many bots within the crowds. "Gripper, would you not, that one's allegiance was no protection against the attack. If megatron wanted someone dead, the Decepticon Justice Division would oblige." Prowl pointed out, gesturing toward megatron with a pointed digit while holding the datapad in another servo.
"That's correct sir," Gripper seemed to nodded his helm. His servos rested on the bars the curved around his waist or was it his hips. "He used them as his personal Assassins."
The heavy steps came up behind her before two arms moved around her, resting against the half wall of the balcony. She could feel ironhide's resting his chin upon her shoulder. His presences of silence only relaxes her and knowing he was near her, she felt even more content. But she could help was gaze toward rodimus and Atomizer. Something wasn't right with that visor mech.
"Don't get any idea's." Ironhide warned her. It made shivers run up her spin. How she had forgotten how he gotten. Forcing herself to turn around, she was still locked in place. Her servos moved up toward his chest lightly before she sighs. "Speak to me, pulse." He said softly, his fore-helm now pressing against hers.
She slouched her shoulders a bit. She can't keep leading him on. He had waited for her to come back. To here, to cybertron and she afraid that once their journey is done, she would fade away into existence. "Ironhide, i…" She tighten her jaw a bit. "I lost one of my cassettes on the journey." She muttered lightly.
Ironhide straighten up in shock. He knew something wasn't right when he saw Hightone, he had thought Sonar Blip stayed on the Lost light because of a virus but now he felt hurt. His femme was too much of a carrier toward the cassettes. "Stay here then." He said softly, raising his servos up to caress her fore-arms gently.
She shook her helm lightly and smiling slightly toward Ironhide. "I can't stay." She smiled slightly toward the red mech she loved. "I am need on the lost light, that's were Sonar blip would want me at." She said softly with that small smile.
Hide knew there was more to it, but he didn't pressure her into it. He would wait for her to tell him. Wrapping his arms around her small frame, he kept her close. Pulse closed her optics and lays her helm against Ironhide chest. She didn't understand why he wasn't angry with her. "Just know, i will always love you, Pulse." Ironhide reminded her with a soft, loving tone even if his voice was still deep and heavy.
Pulse nodded and made a small chuckle. "And i you, big guy." Pulse patted Ironhide chest lightly but she knew she needed to tell him everything. Even so, show him everything and she doesn't know how he will react. "Ironhide, I need to tell you something." She said softly, it was time.
Ironhide pulled away, looking down toward the emerald femme. He didn't say anything but he nodded his helm. He was all audios for her. She just hope that he was ready, so she continued on. "I am not someone you knew, actually.. Me, being here on cybertron was just a coincidence, Meeting you and ratchet was a coincidence." She wasn't sure how she was saying this, but she was speaking from her spark. "Before i ended up here, i was a human that was named Zeleta Zommer's. A human femme who worked as a hacker for the military and i had a team back then too." She remembers all to well.
Ironhide tried to process what the Emerald femme was saying but it wasn't clicking in his helm. He was just staring at her confusedly. "Pulse, quit joking.." Ironhide shook his helm with amusement, he moved toward her side and lean against the half wall. "Ya ain't human and ya never were.." He would know, he would never fall for a human. It was just weird to fall for an organic that would out live them anyways.
"I'm not joking, 'hide." Pulse kept her tone stoic and serious even though it was low and quiet. She watched the trail play through with her arms crossed against her chest. "Ratchet knows, so does Chromedome and so did rewind. Rodimus, Perceptor, Tailgate, Minimus Ambus and even Brainstorm knows. I was brought here by primus." She held a frown on her lips. She hated being called a liar, or even a jokester when she was being serious.
Ironhide face went serious and stoic. "Enough, Pulse.." Ironhide turned to face her. He didn't care who believed her. She was his mate. Weather they were bonded or not. He wasn't going to fall into this lying trap. "Your weren't sent by primus, your weren't even human. Now quit with the jokes.." He warned her. His blue optics narrowed darkly at her.
"Then would you believe me if i said i was Overlord daughter?" That caused the red weapon specialist to snap his mouth shut. His once narrowed optics, widen in shock and disbelief. "Didn't think so."
"Pulse, look.." Ironhide sighs lightly, shaking his helm a bit. "You been gone for six months, perhaps a break from the journey would do you some good. This nonsense of being a human, being brought here by primus was no coincidence. " He straighten up and set his servos onto Pulse's shoulders. "And all this just making you Star-crazy." He stated calmly.
Pulse frowned, lowering her optics toward the ground as she shook her helm. "I am not star-crazy, Ironhide." She growled a bit, pushing his servos off her shoulder before she turned around. "Believe me or not, but i know what is true." She felt a little disappointed that she told ironhide about herself. But this relationship with ironhide, this wasn't true to her. There was no trust between them, not anymore at least from her end.
She needed to join up with the others soon anyways. She began to head toward the stairs that lead down toward the small group of bots that were surrounded by the crowd for the trial. "Pulse!" Ironhide called out for her, sounding a little hurt.
Pulse stopped for a second and looked over her should. "I am sorry, Ironhide. As much as i care for you, but we will have to put our relationship on hold. Find out what you truly believe." She said softly before facing forward and continued down toward the stairs. "While i find out, where i truly belong." She added in a whisper.
"You're name.." Pulse muttered, setting her servos on her hips. She knew not to trust Starscream words but others needed to hear them. Her optics looked up toward the crowd, she could still see the hurtful look on Ironhide's face. She'll return to him one day.
"Starscream," Starscream had his servo on the bar while his other was on his hips. A smug look on his face with bright red optics. "Lord starscream, High chancellor of the refulgent cybertronian dynasty, Emperor perpetua and Defender of the Realm." That caused Pulse to roll her optics in annoyance.
Prowl hummed lightly, gazing down at the datapad in his servo with a stoic, but concerning look if this was the best mech to put up on stage. Pulse even sent him a gaze and looked at the datapad. "And during the war you served as megatron's what exactly?" She questioned a bit, everyone knew.
"I been his First officer, his lieutenant general, his air chief marshal but mostly.." Starscram slouched his shoulders and gestured toward the next thing he was about to say. "I've been his whipping boy!" Starscream admitted.
She had to quickly cover her mouth to pervent herself from snorting so she hidden behind a light sneeze because if she knew, she would have fallen over and laughed at him. She knew he deserved it too. She caught prowl curious gaze on her. She waved her servo slightly. "And how would you describe your relationship with the accused?" She asked curiously, raising an optic ridge.
"I would describe it as complicated." Starscream admitted with a innocent smirk on his face, dente's shown between his lips.
"Starscream.." Prowl looked up and turned his helm to face the seeker. "It is customary after a guilty plea for the court to hear victim impact statements before handing down a sentence. However, i gather that you wish to speak in Defense of megatron?" Prowl questioned was curious toward Starscream.
Starscream nodded his helm, holding his servo up to gesture toward megatron. " I stand here today not to defend him, no.." Starscream cooed toward the no part, making her narrow her optics in curious. "I know him. Intimately. And i know that his pride will stop him speaking out." Starscream admitted, holding his servos up to his chest.
"Oh, and how so?" Pulse question, her servo was set onto her hips. She wasn't just wearing her autobot badge this time. She was wearing the Law enforce emblem on her left shoulder with pride.
"Like many here today.." Starscream looked at her with narrowed optics. "I was seduced by megatrons rhetoric. Young, Naive, and struggling to find my way in the world disfigured by class apartheid and senatorial piety. I was entranced by his planning for the future." Starscream frowned a bit
"Enough, before you speak.." She looked at Optimus. She watched him nod toward her. She was her own prime, in her own way. "Must i remind you, Starscream, this isn't about you." She warned a bit, setting her servos onto her hips.
Starscream sent a glare toward her. It was like she figured him out before anyone else could. With a grim look on his face, he lowered his helm. "The crimes to which megatron has readily confessed begger belief. In their breadth and scope and scale, they are unparalleled." Starscream said calmly.
"Quary: Then what?" Pulse questioned, keeping her stance stern. Her monotone had form in her voice. Her gazed shifted up toward ironhide who tensely watched her now. His optics were darken from the pain.
"No justice system in the galaxy could consider even a faction of what he fully admits to having done and fail to impose a death sentence." Starscream slowly raised his helm, his optics landed on pulse's visor. " And that your honor is where i beg paused. That is where i say: consider this.."
"Consider what?" She hissed, clenching her servos a bit. She felt insulted for some reason. She was determind to defend megatron if Starscream had the bearing to attack anyone here. That look in his optics seemed to give away that idea.
"A lifetime ago, megatrons et in motion something he could never hope to control. He tapped, almost by chance, into a groundswell of.." Starscream optics darken for a moment to remember it a bit. "Of rage, and resentment. And he was signularly unprepared for what happened next." He looked at pulse for her to interrupt.
She waved her servo for him to continue anyways. That made Starscream grow wary of her. When she is silent, that's when she is at the worst. It made the seeker shiver just a bit at the triple changer. Weather she was a cassette, a ground or a seeker, she still put mech on the edge.
"And as for what happened next, we'll.. We all Call it a war because to do otherwise would insult the dead, but really? Really, it was a riot." starscream tries to hold onto that smirk that soon faded into a light grin. "This war was a riot and megatron was a Looter. Caught up in events, yes, but not shaping them. Not coordinating them. A stronger person.." She knew he was staring at her. She was a 'con once and she was an autobot still . "A braver person, some one with an ounce of strategic acumen would have prevented the revolution from descending into chaos." Starscream stated.
"Get to your insult, Starscream." She warned him again.
Ah, there was the glare she was waiting for. She read Starscream like a book because he casted that heated glare at her. It looked like he was getting fed up with her speaking. "But no. To the last regret of every cybertronian alive, and dead. Megatron is neither strong, nor brave, nor brilliant, nor possessed of any particular talent beyond survival." He said calmly.
"So, your stating a gladiator.. Is actually a sparkling?" Pulse pointed out, that's how it exactly sounded to her. Starscream saw megatron as weak as a sparkling and that more of an insult then being called a bucket-helm.
Starscream held his servos up, feeling offended of how she took his wording. "Now, no, i.. I'm not saying it like that but Throughout the 'war' he was assailed by aides and confidants who pulled him in all directions and yes, i include myself in that number. More than once, i urged him, begged him to consider a ceasefire, and was punished for it, like i said whipping boy" Starscream reminded them, lowering his servos down onto the railing.
"Just get to your point, i think i can agree to everyone, we are too tired of standing here and listen to your yippering mouth." Pulse stated, she almost insulted him. Well, she could have anyways and still get thrown off cybertron. Sadly, she didn't know if she would be here after everything is done.
Starscream seemed a bit hurt. With a sigh, he tighten his servos on the railing. "Fine, fine. Four million years ago, megatron set out to make our world a better place." Starscream did what she asked, skipping to the point to save everyone's audios. "Bedeviled by fundamental weaknesses of character, hindered by a frighteningly average intellect and cursed with an ambition that far outstripped his ability, he failed. Spectacularly. He doesn't deserve death. " That was when starscream had a wicket grin on his face, his optics shinned a bit. "He deserves pity."
Megatron turned to magnus, whispering something to him as magnus stepped toward optimus. "Your honor, my client has indicated that he would like to speak to me in private." Magnus suggested
"Very well." Optimus nodded his helm lightly and hums lightly. "Court suspended for thirty minutes."
Six months later; Today
She felt a little left out of the adventure with Tailcutter but she knew what he was doing. He wanted the energon bank that megatron had but while she was sitting on the table, she took a quick sip of her Nitro-virus high grade. She always had a feeling the company that made this high grade was supporting her. She only shrugged her shoulders. It had a nice tang flavor to it.
She was messing with the music section through her visor. High tone was let out along with Deta and Replay. The three cassettes were enjoying one another company and Hight tone was very happy to have another sibling.
"Pulse!" Hightone pipped up giggly, her optics beamed up toward the emerald femme. "You have sing for us." her servos were on pulse's legs, bouncing on her little peds.
Pulse raised an optic ridge. She was in a mood for some music but it was the optics that were on her. Everyone was staring at her. Swerve had that smirk on his face. Tailgate stared at her curiously while Cyclonus nodded. Even seekers like him had a desire to sing. She was a cassette holder
She raised an optic ridge. She had a very good idea of what to sing. She hoped off the table and walked toward swerve. "Got a mic?" She questioned. It seemed like every almost knew about her past. She was a little disappointed that Ironhide didn't believe her but time will only tell when he realizes she was speaking the truth.
Swerve nodded his helm eagerly. Digging under the counter before he whipped out a Mic from somewhere and held it toward her. Pulse happily snatched it out of swerves servos and danced her way toward the middle. Of course, the two mechs that were wrestling there, scrambled out of the way.
"Hightone, you know what to do." Hightone seem to nodded her helm as she began to play a small part of the piano through a recording of some type of music. "Alright alright, I guess one song wont hurt." That got the crowd of mechs to cheer around her.
"So, what you gonna sing, pulse?" Tailgate asked happily, his visor beaming up toward her with a hidden expession but his voice said it all to well. He was very very curious little mech.
Pulse held her digit up to silence him. "You know the only gift my caretaker ever gave me?" She made a sarcastic chippy voice. "A fragging chip that makes you invisible." Her tone went dry. "You put it on and no one can see you, seemed appropriate." She shrugs her shoulder. It was all true right there. If she wasn't seen, she was not a problem.
"Well you're not now." Hightone pipped up happily, Deta and Replay were also nodding their helms toward her in agreement.
"I guess your right because.." She broke out into a soft tone, singing as she sways her hips. " I've always been a smart femme, always made the grade, always got the gold star. I've always been a smart femme, and a smart femme only gets a femme so far."
"You win at every single game!" Hightone sung beside her, earning an optic roll. "You want a quest, they tell you 'Tough'." She turned to Pulse and placed her servos on her shaking hips. "If you don't go, you'll never know if you'll ever be good enough." Hightone voice gotten a little high on the end as she sung.
Pulse placed her servo on her chest, holding the mic near her mouth as her voice echoed through the room. "My grand plan is that i will be remembered. My grand plan. Just you wait and see."
Hightone pointed toward . "You better wise up, " She raised her servo up, pointing toward the ceiling. " 'Cause i'll rise up." She kept her voice soft, hitting those points that needed her voice to raise.
"Bring on the challenge, and someday soon." She smirked down at her cassette challenge that as she swung her left arm out toward her side. "Someone will notice me" She kept her hips moving, tapping her right peg against the floor toward the rhythm.
"I've always been a touch girl," Hightone placed her servo on her chest. "Always been the one not to run from a fight."
"Always been a tough girl, " Pulse matched hightone stance with her servo on her chest. " 'cause most girls never win if they're polite" She shook her helm lightly.
"So me, i tend to stand my ground." Hightone narrowed her optics playful at pulse and turned toward . "I found i never can give in." She held her servo out to her.
"It may not be my quest," Pulse reached out and took Hightone servo, spinning the minicon around in a circle. "But maybe it's mine to win." She then spun, closing her optics as she placed her servos against her chest. "My grand plan is that i will be remembered, My grand plan, just you waist see."
"You better wise up," Hightone swung her left arm out, pointing toward Pulse. " 'Cause i'll raise up." She raised her servo up, pointing toward the ceiling.
"Bring on any challenge and someday soon," Pulse tone was loud and proud as she swung her right arm out to her side. " The world will notice me." She swung her right arm around in a circle infront of her, placing it on her right hip while she bends her knees as she shook her hips.
"And your caretaker treats you like some freak." That earn an optic roll from pulse as she raised an optic ridge at Hightone. "And your sire won't give you the time of day.." And there was a stern glare. Hightone only smiled sheepishly at her. "And your mate won't trust you with a quest." Hightone voice drew stern and high. "So the best thing you can do is run away!" She sung loudly before lowering her tone, "Run away."
"But i have a plan.." Pulse reminded as she sung, moving her right servo back onto her chest. "And i will be remember. I will be great just waist and see." She sung proudly.
Hightone pointed toward her once more. "You better wise up.." She pointed toward the ceiling. " 'cause i'll rise up." She challenger her song once more.
"Bring on any challenge, and someday soon i swear.." She turned to face hightone. "I don't know how or when. " She turned toward the crowd. "But i promise you, " She looked at her last two cassettes. "I'll never be invisible again. " She swung her arms out into the open. "Someone will notice.." She spotted everyone staring at her as she smiled widely. "..Me" She sung low and shyly.
Looking down at hightone as she goes back to swaying her hips with hightone. "I have always been a smart femme." They sung that last part together as they stopped at the last beat.
The two femme's stood there, glancing at eachother with a heavy vent. They smiled happily but they burst into a giggle fit. The mechs and femme were cheering at them, their servos clapping happily. Pulse felt her spark leap happily in her chest. She was defiantly home on the lost light.
::Pulse, meet me and chromdome at my hub suit:: Nightbeat spoken up in the communication. Something was serious about him. The emerald femme looked down at the cassettes and shrugged her shoulders.
"I'll be there." She pointed her digit toward cyclonus. "Stay with him and i mean it." The three cassettes looked at her worried before the Emerald quickly ran out of the room, snatching her swords. She didn't give her cassettes time to speak.
She was needed.
Catching up with Chromedome and Nightbeat, she saw them at the hub suit. "What is it?" She asked, feeling like she needed to be concerned about something. She set her servos on her hips as she frowns a bit.
"I saw rewind and Sonar blip." Nightbeat admitted. "When chromedome turned around, they just disappeared. I figured i needed to tell you as well." Nightbeat stated, typing on his keypad.
"You saw.." She was stumped, lost at the words. Sonar blip was here? Rewind was here? Why was her spark telling her to search for them? They were alive. She felt chromedome servo on her shoulder, giving her a light squeeze of comfort.
"Semantics aside, What just happen?" Chromedown asked, looking at Nightbeat in concern.
"Information carrier weight it's not corporeal, but it has presence. It can be felt. It hands in the air like.." Nightbeat had to think of the right words as he looked at them quickly before turning his gaze back at the keypad. "Like words, like the morning after an argument."
"It's actually not like that." Nightbeat looked at her confusedly. "That's a bad analogy." Pulse pointed out, she had to shake herself out of the slight shock.
"I'm distracted, shut up." He pointed at her with a frown. "Stop expecting things of me." Nightbeat warned.
"But why them?" Chromedome leans back against the wall, crossing his arms while his visor narrowed a bit.
"Think about it!" Nightbeat turned his head to Chromedome. "He was a walking archive, Sonar blip was a walking.. What was he exactly?" Nightbeat looked at pulse in confusion.
Pulse seemed to tense. The cassettes were somewhat like her. They were born on cybertron but they had connection to primus, just like she did. Primus sent them to her in Simfur. "He's a tracker cassette, he's about to pick up heat signatures with his sonar ability." Pulse muttered softly, her frame was tensed a bit.
"Right.." Nightbeat didn't want to pressure her anymore then he already did. " A body of information and a tracking processor of another body. All that dense data and ability, squeezed into such a small space pressing down like a.. Like.. uh?" Nightbeat couldn't think of the right word.
"Like a gun to your head" Chromedome finished that sentence for Nightbeat in a dry tone.
"And it's left a mark! A Rewind and Sonar shape dent in the air!" Nightbeat nodded his helm quickly, going back to typing on the keypad. Pulse could tell the code was going to be very long for some odd reason.
"Right.." Pulse muttered lightly, she and chromedome had experience lost and pain. "Because we thought, maybe, oh for some level of reason, as far-fetched as it sounds, we thought, maybe, we'd willed them back to life?" She took the words right out of Chromedome mouth, setting her servos on her hips. It pains her to hear about this, about Sonar blip.
" 'willed them back to like'? With what?" Nightbeat looked at chromedome first." The power of love? Or…" He turned his head to face pulse in concern. " The power of a carrier?" Nightbeat waved his servo in dismissed of those questions. "Don't be ridiculous
Chromedome groaned a bit, glaring toward toward Nightbeat. Even Pulse had to share that same glare with Chromedome. She was growing very annoyed about this. "I'd forgotten what you're like when you're consumed." Chromedome muttered in annoyance.
"I'm excited!" Nightbeat was cheerful about it too. "Aren't you?" He asked them, even without look that them.
"If by 'excited', You mean an 'upset and worried carrier' and a 'confused and deeply apprehensive' the yes very. If Rewind and Sonar blip's a ghost then this is a haunting. We're being punished." Chromedome took the words right out of her mouth. She felt a little scared. She felt hurt and the only thing keeping her sane was her cassettes and Chromedome. Her peds shifted lightly on the floor.
Was Sonar blip really punishing us for not saving him and Rewind? She thought to herself, her helm lowered a bit. She was really upset about that face.
"What have you done to deserve punishment?" Nightbeat questioned them.
Pulse virus turned her helm away, she didn't want to answer that. "Well, for one thing, there's dominus ambus." Chromedome looked at pulse with a forgiving look, he held a servo out toward her before he took her servo and pulled her close to his side.
" 'ambus test' Ambus?" Nightbeat questioned calmly, still typing on the locks that were hooked to the hub suit.
"Rewinds first conjunx endura." Pulse virus didn't waist time to lean against Chromedome side, her arms wrapped around his waist while she felt Chromedome arm moved around her shoulders, holding her close. "I promise to keep looking for him and I've done nothing. " Chromedome admitted sadly but he was fine with Pulse showing her comforting side.
"To be honest.." Pulse was about to begin but she looked at the locks with a raised optic ridge. "Jeez, nightbeat! You sure you got enough locks on you're door?" She questioned him, she was very confused and curious.
"I collect clues, and i guard my collection, jealously." Nightbeat turned another two locks. "There are only a handful of people mysteries left, and i want to unravel at least one of them." That caused them to look at nightbeat even more confusedly. " Luna one been found so' the ark. That's two of the big there, solved by other people. If i'm not careful.." The door finally slid open as nightbeat stepped into the room. " I'll be lead with.."
She felt a gust of air hit her. Peaking over Nightbeat shoulder with chromedome, her optics widen in shock. The whole back wall was missing. "Nothing.." she finished Nightbeat words with a frown.
Six months ago, three days.
"Please be seated, Court is in session." Pulse looked at Optimus. She stood beside the prime with her arms crossed against her back as she slouched a bit. She could still feel ironhide staring at her. Her spark ached at the thought. "Thankyou for your patience everyone." Optimus said calmly.
"Ultra magnus?" Magnus looked toward her as she held a stoic look on her face. "You've had your thirty minutes. Is there anything you wish to say?" Magnus looked a bit unsure with a frown on his face. "Well?" She asked impatiently.
"My client.." Magnus gestured toward Megatorn. "Would like to change his plea. In addition, he would like to make a statement to the court and.."
"Wait. Repeat that. Please" Optimus looked a bit curious and concern about what magnus had just said after the older prime had interrupted him.
Magnus sighs a bit. "My client now assert that he is innocent of all charges" Magnus stated calmly, with a small frown.
"You're pleading not guilty.." Optimus optics widen before he sat up, setting his hands on the pedastool. " You are not pleading guilty." The older prime seem to have a hard time believing it. So was she.
"That's correct, your honor." Magnus breathed out the heat that built up in his frame. The steam was there. " He says he's changed his mind."
"Court session on hold!" Pulse announced loudly, slamming her servos onto the half wall next to the pedastool. "I want to speak with him myself, optimus?" She leaned toward the older prime.
Optimus stared at her for a moment or two. She just put the court on hold but his helm nodded slowly in understanding. "Granted." He agreeded.