1)For starters, let me apologize for the late update. I had cheer practice yesterday from 7-9 am, and I was tired with a headache all day. Plus, cheerleading really, really pissed me off. I think Megatron would make a better coach sometimes. -.- Water under the bridge, though. Back on topic, I didn't want to write yesterday because my anger combined with my physical exhaustion... well, i was worried one of the characters would suddenly die, and seeing as Moonstrike is kinda tired, I was worried it was gonna be her and Jazz, and I have a feeling all y'all would be kind of upset if I murdered Moonstrike. So, i chose to wait a day and let my ire pass. Now I'm just sore.
2) This is Sarah. I find it funny that when Jenn mentioned me, everyone started talking to me in the reviews XD Hilarious. i just had to say that. Jenn can have the computer back now.
3) Read a story called If I Die Young by Horsehugger626. It's amazing, and all y'all should go check it out. Another one is Solemnly Swear by Death'sInevitable Kiss. Another good one. Good check 'em out. :)
4) Sorry, guys. i lied twice! Skywarp didn't show up in this one because he will be showing up in the next one, and this one isn't the freakishly long chapter, the next chapter is. My bad. Sorry, guys. -.-
Chapter 25
Exhaustion, worry, and angry possessiveness
3,450 words
Energon reserves: 34%
Weight limit: exceeded.
Shoulder joints: cracked. Seek external medical assistance.
Rotary blades: bent. Seek external medical assistance.
Rotary engine: overheating.
Energon reserves: 33%
Recharge eminent. Override? Yes No
Yes. Recharge protocols overridden.
Pain receptors coming online. Override? Yes No
Yes. Pain receptor online protocols overridden.
Suggested course of action: land and recharge.
Offline HUD? Yes No
Yes. HUD offling.
I sighed with relief when my head-up display flicked off. We had been flying for more than two joors now, and my arms and shoulders were not taking the strain well. Neither were my rotary systems, for that matter. My body wasn't used to flying yet, and the Autobot in my arms was weighing me down, which meant that my rotary systems had to work harder to keep me up in the air. The pain had almost overcome me a joor ago, so I had offlined my pain receptors. I didn't have the time to deal with them. Sadly, though, even if my pain receptors didn't inform me of my injuries and exhaustion, my HUD was more than happy to. Red flashes and warnings popped up one after another, effectively confusing my already sleep deprived and muddled processor. So offlined the HUD.
"Moonstrike? You okay?" Jazz questioned. I nodded, though I wasn't really sure if he could see me. I would have spoken aloud to him, but I was unsure if I would be able to speak past the inevitable screams of pain and exhaustion.
"Destination: approaching. ETA: a half a breem," Soundwave announced loudly, obviously taking pity on me. I gave a weak smile as I looked up and saw the other side of the Sea of Light. Protihex. We were almost there! My mind gave a weak internal cheer, and I sped up a little unintentionally.
"Whoa, there, Moon. Take yo'r time, femme," Jazz advised. I shook my head 'no'. I wanted to touch the ground, and I wanted to touch it now. My rotary engine whined in protest as I forced it to speed up its rotations. I had to get to land. I had to. I was going to shut down if I didn't.
The half-breem seemed like a full vorn, and the second Jazz's pedes were over solid land, I dropped him from my grip. He landed with a solid thump.
"Ow, slaggit! Eva hear of bein' gentle?" Jazz snapped, rubbing his skidplate, where he had landed rather heavily. I ignored him though, as I floated forward a few more feet. My engine gave a whining shriek before completely shutting down. I dropped from the sky and landed heavily on my feet. My knees buckled underneath me, and I collapsed onto my left side.
"Hey, hey! Moon, stay wit' meh, swee'spark," Jazz ordered as he scrambled to my side.
HUD onlining.
Energon reserves: 24%
Left shoulder joint: cracked. Seek external medical assistance.
Right shoulder joint: dislocated. Seek external medical assistance.
Rotary blades: bent. Seek external medical assistance.
Rotary engine: overheated. Seek external medical assistance.
Pain receptors coming online.
Pain and warnings assaulted me without mercy. My vents and cooling systems worked furiously to cool down my overworked and recharge-deficient body. I panted heavily as I fought the urge to cry in pain. Wreckers don't cry.
"'S 'kay, swee'spark. Chem an' Soun'wave are almos' here," Jazz assured me as he ran a comforting hand up and down my back strut. I keen quietly in pain. This sucked! My head pounded painfully, and my optics offlined as I fought the urge to scream, substituting it for another high, pained whine. "I know, swee'spark. I know i' hurts," Jazz cooed to me. My processor whirred sluggishly, processing the sound of his voice.
And I realized that it wasn't Jazz's voice I needed to hear.
::Optimus?:: -Moonstrike
There was a pause, and I worried that my communication systems were down. I just needed to hear his voice. We didn't have to have a drawn out conversation. I just needed to hear him before my energon levels, pain levels, and exhaustion pulled me into an emergency stasis lock. Then I heard it.
::Moonstrike? What's wrong? You sound like you're in pain:: -Optimus Prime
My spark sang at the sound of the deep baritone as it filled my processor. My aches and fatigue faded to the back of my processor as I focused on that voice.
::Just… a little… tired:: -Moonstrike
::You sound more than just a little tired. Moonstrike, where are you?:: -Optimus Prime
::Protihex. We crossed… the Sea of Light:: -Moonstrike
::And just who is "we"?:: -Optimus Prime
::Soundwave, Chemical, and Jazz:: -Moonstrike
There was a beat of silence, and during that silence, I noticed that Soundwave now had me in his arms, bridal-style. Jazz and Chemical were beside us. Chemical was limping slightly from the pain radiating from his hover tech on his pedes, and his left hand reached behind his helm in an attempt to rub at the backpack-esque hover tech in between his shoulders. Flying for so long with dead weight had done no more good for him than it had me.
::Jazz did not inform me you were the femme they were rescuing. Why are you in Protihex?:: -Optimus Prime
::I… don't remember. I'm sorry:: -Moonstrike
::That is nothing to apologize for:: -Optimus Prime
::O…kay…I'm gonna offline now…:: -Moonstrike
::What? Moonstrike, stay with me! What's going on?:: -Optimus Prime
::Bye, Optimus. I…have…to…:: -Moonstrike
My processor gave a low whirr as my remaining thoughts scattered, and just as I sent the last message, my world grew dark.
::Primus slaggit! What the slag did you do to my intended!:: -Optimus Prime
The message was in no way expected, and Jazz jumped at the strange combination of emotions that were laced into the surprise comm. message. Anger, worry, anxiety, fear. Things that Optimus had never openly shown. If the message tone was anything to judge by, Jazz was fairly certain the great Prime was close to glitching. Jazz ignored the strange looks he was getting from Chemical as he replied to the message.
::Nothin'. When di' she b'come ya 'ntended?:: -Jazz
::Then why did she just say she was going offline?:: -Optimus Prime
Jazz frowned at the way Prime ignored his teasing. Slag, he was pissed.
::She jus' dropped inta recharge. We ran inta a… speed bump of sorts, an' Moon's a li'l tired:: -Jazz
::… So she is simply resting?:: -Optimus Prime
::Yeah. We're takin' 'er to the Protihex Medic'l M'chanics Univers'ty t' get 'er checked ou':: -Jazz
::I see. And why are you four in Protihex to begin with?:: -Optimus Prime
::Well… Chem'c'l gave us this long, drawn-ou' story. Short version? We're gonna find ol' Megsy's spark b'fo'e Shockwave does:: -Jazz
The following silence made Jazz wince. The saboteur wished anxiously that Optimus would speak. He could imagine how many thoughts and emotions were flitting through the great Prime's processor. Worry for his intended, even if she didn't know she was his intended. Anger at Jazz for taking Moonstrike. Stress over the fact that his brother was apparently about to be brought back to life… again. Jazz couldn't fathom it. Finally, Prime spoke.
::If she gets hurt, it is on your helm:: -Optimus Prime
::She won't get hurt, Prime. You have my word:: -Jazz
::And I will keep you to it. Skyfire will be retrieving you from Protihex in two joors, and you will be brought back to Iacon directly. Compute?:: -Optimus Prime
::Yes, sir:: -Jazz
::Good. For now, I must get in contact with Chromia. She will be in charge of the new femme unit. If this war starts as I expect it to, we will need all the assistance we can get:: -Optimus Prime
::Yes, sir. Until all are one:: -Jazz
::Until all are one:: -Optimus Prime
The line dropped, and Jazz became aware of his surroundings again. They were walking down a side street in the market, keeping close to the shadows as they approached the extremely large building that was located near the back of the half-way rebuilt city-state. The first thing Protihexan leaders rebuilt was the Protihex Medical Mechanics University. During the Golden Age of Cybertron, the university was the source of Protihex's income. Almost every bot that lived in protihex was either a student or a professor there. Of course, there were bots that sold energon and such, as there were in every city, but most of the Protihexan bots simply ferried over to Iacon to buy non-essential items, something that kept travelling merchants from even attempting to sell their wares.
"You sure we gonna be 'cepted here?" Jazz asked, gazing over at the offlined femme. As it was, the mechs and femmes that caught sight of them turned to their companions and started whispering and pointing. Chemical shrugged. Soundwave didn't feel Jazz's statement warranted a reply.
"They are a medical university, and the only source of medical assistance in this city-state. I sincerely hope they accept Moon," Chemical replied. "Only one way to find out."
The front door hissed open to reveal a bustling lobby. Pre-adult younglings moseyed to their next class, and medical interns shuffled around, directing newer students. Jazz glanced around the many signs and grinned when he found the one they needed.
"Medic'l cl'nic," he announced, pointing at the large sign above the hallway to the left of their position. Soundwave nodded in acknowledgement and moved in that direction. It didn't escape Jazz's notice that the students around them had ceased their movements and locked their optics on the four motley bots moving toward the clinical section of the university, one of those bots offline. He grimaced when he saw a group of femmes muttering, pointing, and sending judgmental glares their way. "I ain't likin' 'ow this is lookin'. I ain't got this many glares since the war," Jazz said offhandedly as the door to the clinic hissed open.
"Assessment: accurate. Situation: grim," Soundwave agreed. The nurse at the front desk looked up at them with a smile that immediately turned into a frown.
"I'm sorry, but we cannot help you," she stated without preamble. Chem and Jazz frowned, and Soundwave scowled behind his facemask, already able to tell why due to the glare she was sending his way.
"I'm afraid I don' unduhstan' why," Jazz replied evenly, stepping up to stand right before the desk. The femme stood as well and sent Chem and Soundwave a pointed dark glare.
"We do not supply medical assistance to ex-Decepticons. After all, they are the reason this institute burned down the first time. As such, we will not allow them to take up residence here, and we certainly won't repair their comrades, which they probably injured in the first place." Jazz's mouth fell open in shock. Chemical looked hurt, while Soundwave kept his fury reigned in.
"I'll have you know that these two mechs are no longer Decepticons," Jazz started, his accent getting lost in his anger.
"Yes, but they used to be, and bots do not change simply because their leader is defeated. They still have red optics!"
"Because they are military build!" Jazz snapped.
"I care not what their frame says about them! I care what their optics do!" she shot back, leaning forward over her desk.
"And the word of First Lieutenant Jazz doesn't matter, either?" he demanded.
"If they are in this room while you are, then no!"
"Jazz," the monotone voice of Soundwave rose over the two bickering bots, and both of them turned back to the cassette deck. "Autobot Moonstrike's condition: more important than Soundwave and Chemical's dignity. Compromise: Soundwave and Chemical will leave if medic will tend to Moonstrike."
"Will that work?" Jazz immediately questioned the femme. "Understand that Moonstrike is a Wrecker femme, and I doubt they will enjoy hearing that you refused to see Ultra Magnus's grandcreation."
Jazz was pleased to see the femme stutter unintelligently at this new bit of information. True, there was a twinge of jealousy in the back of his processor that the mere mention of a Wrecker's wrath caused more fear than Jazz's sheer presence, but he would take what he could get. Right now, they needed Moonstrike back in working order as soon as possible. The femme scrambled around her desk and through the medbay door, and a klik later, a flustered medic was stumbling into the room.
"Salutations, I am Fixit. If you would hand my patient here, I'll get to working on her," he said, stuttering every few words as he hesitantly approached Soundwave.
"Autobot Jazz: stay with Moonstrike at all moments. Order: keep medic from her processor," Soundwave ordered. Jazz nodded as he took Moonstrike from the much larger mech's arms.
::Order: do not allow medic near Socius or upgrades:: -Soundwave
::Understood:: -Jazz
"Well, c'mon, mech. Le's ge' mah frien' here back ta workin' order," Jazz said cheerfully as he allowed the frazzled medic to lead him back to an examination room. Soundwave and Chemical exchanged glances before going back the way they came.
To say that Optimus was drained would be an understatement. The mech paced the inside of his office irritably, his processor replaying Moonstrike's last words to him over and over again. He wondered if she knew just what effect those simple words were having on him. "I'm gonna go offline." Those were her exact words. Optimus's mind immediately conjured up pictures of Elita. He could see her broken body in his arms again. He could hear her whimpers of pain. He could sense the spark bond ripping away when her spark finally ceased functioning. He suddenly wished he was at home, where he could break into that lovely store of high-grade meant for moments just like these: moments when her memory came back to strongly. Optimus sighed heavily.
"I need a vacation," he claimed out loud, as if the room around him would reply to his statement. As if on cue, the door to his office hissed open, permitting Mirage, Thundercracker, and Ultra Magnus entrance.
"Now, what is this all about?" Mirage asked without preamble. The red mech, flanked by Ultra Magnus and Thundercracker, stood in front of Prime's desk as the Cybertronian leader stood behind it. Optimus looked at Ultra Magnus first.
"I am uncertain how much you know of this matter; however, I feel that you likely know much more than these two, considering Moonstrike's status as a Wrecker," Optimus began. Ultra Magnus frowned.
"What does Moonstrike have to do with this?"
"Everything. I am sure you are aware that she was captured by Shockwave four vorns before the war ended and used as an experiment for that period of time?" Optimus replied.
"I was aware she was captured, but she could not remember anything when we found her. I was made aware by Perceptor of Shockwave's treachery."
"Then you should also be made aware that Shockwave is not finished with her. We are uncertain what he wants with her, but we know that Soundwave, Jazz, and a mech designated Chemical have taken her to Protihex to protect her." Well, they weren't really taking her there for protection, but the last thing he needed was for Ultra Magnus to send a contingent of overprotective Wreckers to Protihex in search of their femme.
"I see. And you sent for us because…?" Ultra Magnus continued, leaving the question open for Prime to finish.
"I believe our war has just started back up. Our sources say that Shockwave has been reviving offlined Decepticons, and we believe his next target is Megatron," Optimus said darkly. There was complete silence as the other three mechs took in this information and the implications in it.
"They can't just leave this war alone, can they," Mirage muttered bitterly. He looked up at Prime. "I will return to my city-state, and I will gather my forces."
"Try to keep it low-key. I do not want the general populous knowing until they must," Optimus stated.
"I don't think that is wise, Prime." All optics turned to the Seeker, whose red optics met Optimus's with a grim light. "The public likes being informed of things like this. A secret war will ruin your credibility. Besides, the public deserves to know that the Decepticons are back, especially if they need to worry about these revived Decepticons attacking their city-state."
"I understand. In that case, I will inform our Enforcers of the problem, and I will put together a speech that can be broadcasted on the public comm. systems. I will contact the leaders of each city-state and have them prepare their people for immediate evacuation." Optimus sighed as he glanced out the single window in his office. It gave an easy view of Iacon, and as he looked out at the bustling city, Prime couldn't ditch the sense of foreboding in his spark. Something was about to happen, and somehow, he knew he would not be able to help. "I fear this will get out of hand very quickly."
"Then perhaps we should act now. We should start planning and arming ourselves. Prepare for the inevitable," Ultra Magnus suggested. "I will gather my Wreckers."
"And I will contact any ex-Decepticons I can. Skywarp and I know quite a few ex-'cons that would be more than happy to get back at Shockwave for one reason or another," Thundercracker added. "However… Prime, you must know this," the jet continued grimly, "the second Megatron is revived, almost all of the ex-'cons will follow him. He has proved himself as a resourceful leader, and they hold less grudges against him than against you."
"Understood. In that case, we must defeat Shockwave before he has a chance to complete his plans," Optimus said with finality.
"Yes. I will remain in touch," Ultra Magnus stated. "I must confer with Kup. Until all are one."
"Until all are one," Prime replied.
"I will head out as well," Mirage added, giving Prime a farewell nod. Thundercracker sent Prime an undecipherable look before leaving as well. Optimus glanced out the window one more time. All he could do was hope that the war would wait until he got Moonstrike to safety.
"I said I wanted her unharmed!" Shockwave roared. Blackout scowled as he stood up. Every time he rose to his feet, Shockwave would beat him back down again. He would discretely stand again when the scientist would move on to beat on another flyer.
"It was... impossible to get her… away from them. They killed… one of… our finest. He didn't even… have a chance… to grab his gun. It was… halfway out of… his subspace," Blackout stated in between deep vents. His cooling systems were currently offline, something he was planning on seeing Hook about if he ever got out of the stupid lab.
"I see… Luckily for you imbeciles, Moonstrike is still alive. She was recently spotted in Protihex. Injured, but still alive. We will capture her as we complete our mission. The Decepticon shuttles have already been sent out, and they will arrive in Protihex by the end of this solar cycle. We attack at the rise of the first moon. Be there or do not bother coming back," Shockwave snarled. Blackout nodded and fled the room at the obvious dismissal. He didn't have to look back to know that the other seven flyers were behind him. He could hear their words easily enough.
"I can't wait for Megatron to be revived. He's menacing when he yells at you. Shockwave's slaggin' annoying."
Shockwave, now pacing his lab, didn't hear them from behind the now locked door. She had gotten away. He couldn't deny the strange sense of pride that filled him. His experiment had killed and escaped the most elite Decepticon flyers, well, aside from the Command Trine. He knew that she had Soundwave and Chemical with her. He had been informed of the traitor's rendezvous with the Autobot spy that had taken place after the meeting in Uraya only breems ago, and to say that he was angry would be an understatement. After all he had done for that ungrateful cretin, he had betrayed him!
Well, he'd learn a painful lesson about what happens to those who betrayed the great Shockwave! First, though, Shockwave knew he would have to retrieve Moonstrike. She belonged to him, and he would be getting her back. Once she was in his possession again, he would turn his focus to reviving Megatron. Shockwave felt a sense of malicious joy fill his spark. Once Megatron was back, he could completely focus on his experiments. Finally, he could do something productive with his time, especially once he got Moonstrike back as his youngling and new lab hand. After all, he would need somebot to replace Chemical, and who better than the femme he had installed slave coding into?
Littledhampir13: Well… I don't plan on killing Moonstrike right now… the other OCs, though… 0.o And yeah… whenever you see the word count, I would suggest subtracting 1500 words from that, and it's normally about right. ^^'' I talk a lot, so my replies tend to get long…
Angel897: Thanks. :) I'm having fun messing around with her new upgrades. ;D
Vivian Hale: XD I'm the same way. I used to hate my name because all the Jennifers I knew were very flighty and annoying. -.- XD The Seekers aren't much without the Command Trine. ^o^ Thank you for your compliments, and I'm glad you like the story.
Bee-roxs98: Thank you very much. :) My sister thanks you as well. I love writing Jazz. I've already gotten started on my Jazz/OC/Sunstreaker story, and right now, Jazz is all serious because of how it opens (I'll let you guess and ponder at that), but I'm gonna have so much fun exploring the darker, more possessive side of him. I doubt Prime will find out about that recording anytime soon, but it is very likely he will find it in the future. Thanks for your review.
Iceshadow911247: Yeah, and the context would've been "My tail caught his body as he was about to collapse and gently lowered him to the ground as my clutter caught up to me." XD And of all the bots to be a part of this… eh heh heh clutter… would have been Jazz and Soundwave. I giggle every time. XD
Erin Primette: Indeed 0.o
A Wiccan: You might wanna hide closer to Sides than Sunny. He's been in a bad mood lately. On second thought, maybe being closer to Sunny will be more exciting. Danger is fun =D XD
Supergirlprime: 0o0 How did you know? Actually, that was my plan. The longer she is away from him, the more he's going to worry. When she comes back – slag! I can't continue because it will totally ruin the next update. DX Sorry. So when I read your sentence "So what happens once they cross the canyon?" I definitely thought you put "So what happens once they cross the crayon?" I had to double take. Jus' though' you'd wanna know. ;)
Autobot-Bre: Thank you for your compliments. And Sarah says… (Hi! Nice that one of Jenn's reviewers actually noticed that I was alive! Thanks for talking to me. How are you?)
LNMHYLIAN: D= Sad. I've definitely had that happen to me. My first story on here was a Winx/Yugioh crossover, and people actually liked it (strange as that is) but when I reread it, I couldn't even think about putting my name on it to claim it. I feel much the same about my story Not of your World. I discontinued it because I hated it so much. Now it just sits at the bottom of my profile, gathering dust as it will for the years to come. :)
XD Don't worry, I'm the same way. I'm very outspoken, and what I say actually is said with good intentions. I have only given one flame, and that was to a girl who stole my best friend's story plot. To make matters worse, she made my friend's OCs completely Mary-sue. Made me so mad. The slagger barely changed the words and didn't even change the OCs' names. :( We were rather angry.
Agreed. I dunno if Screamer's gonna make an appearance in this fic. Still trying to decide. I've never really used Starscream as a character, so… yeah. I mean, I have a romance one-shot with him, but I kinda molded him to fit what I needed.
XD My phone has never done that, but he's rather polite, so *shrug* I don't have many problems with him.
Naw. Jazz actually taught himself! He's so slaggin' talented! He can slip behind enemy lines without getting noticed, he can charm any femme, and he can pilot a ship! *swoon*
Yeah. When I looked up "What is a group of cats called?" and it came up with "clutter", my mind kinda glitched, then I busted out laughing. Freaked my bird out. And this is how it would be used in context: "My tail caught his body as he was about to collapse and gently lowered him to the ground as my clutter caught up to me." XD She's catching a dead body as her disorderliness catches up to her! XD
(This is Sarah. Hi to you, too! I love reading reviews cuz y'all's comments help me learn what I need to learn in order to write correctly. Jenn's teaching me right now. :D When I get an account, my penname is gonna be Stardust because my sister's is Lunar Mist! That's gonna be a long way away, though *nod nod*) And thank you. :)
Amai Seishin-Hime: Neh, it's no biggie. I'm always too lazy to review. XD Kitty Soundwave. Oh, so many strange things could come out of that. XD …? XD Um, thanks? It's actually funny because it's the volleyball players that are rude at our school, but for the most part, we all just coexist. I was raised to be polite, and I have one of those "Southern Sweetheart that Hates Hurting Other People's Feelings" personalities. :P I was raised in Midwest Texas in a Conservative Christian environment. We're all pretty polite here. XD We all love Chem. I need to kill him, just to see what all y'all say XD I would probably get death threats.
Rapidfeather: XD Epps and Lennox are the best. *dreamy smile* They're both gorgeous, too… and married. -.-
Soundwave: Positive feedback: not required. Upgrade schematics: infallible.
Ya know, sometimes, I think Wave has problems with positive feedback :\ And Sarah likes dogs. She hates cats and didn't understand why anyone would care about curtains XD Chica isn't into decorating yet. Give 'er a few years ;)
Ellis Bane: Don't worry, I'm the same way. I always forget to review stories. -.- Glad you like her upgrades and how they are affecting her. And Sarah says "hi" too.
Moment-Of-Reason: Oh, ^^'' Yeah, there's a very long story behind the "Sideswipe for President" bit. XD None of it was quite as serious as I think you think it was. =D Though our human leaders do seem to have issues leading us. It will get better, though… I hope. :)
XLizardXQueenX: Oh, I've done that before! I was on my iTouch, and I didn't wanna review on it because the touch keyboard is so slaggin small. =D
Darth Krande: Ah, but not all Decepticons can fly. This Bayverse, even if it's a bit AU. I should probably put that in the summary… I keep confusing people. Anywho, despite the fact that he transforms into his G1 tapedeck, he cannot fly like his G1 counterpart. :)
AlexisOptimus: Yep! ^-^ They both hate each other, and I think that's hilarious for some strange reason. Every time I think about Drift and Ironhide glaring at each other, I giggle, and I have no clue why! It's not even that funny! - And Ratchet's gonna be rather miffed, indeed, especially when he finds out why Ironhide's there. 0.o
BlackHawk98: Yeah, I prefer to have at least 3,500 words in a chapter. Anything less is too short, so by my standards, this chapter is actually too short, too. :( And… yeah, I plan for this to go on for a long time. I ain't even half-way through it yet. =D
Leonixon: XD Yeah! A bonding present from him! I like that!
Sunburst: Hi, Cia-wuh! I p'ayed hi'e an' seek wit' Opi! Opi good at hi'e an' seek! Opi a spybot like meh!
Jazz: Tha's righ', swee'spark. An' one day, yo'll be jus' as good as meh. Hi, Cierra. Am I invited to this play date?
Dreadwing: Why the slag would you wanna play hide and seek with that squishy!
Sunburst: D'wing said bad word! Eat solvent!
Dreadwing: Jazz, you come any closer with that solvent, and I will slag you.
Sunburst: Bad word!
*Rolls eyes* children, I swear.
Kellie Witwicky: I'm the same way. Probably because of the writers, though. The humans in the series are always annoying. The humans on FF normally aren't. We can write them better. *nod nod*
Jmqe: Thanks for the review! Oh! Did you read Feacat's latest update? So cute! X3
Annependragon: Thank you for taking time to review :) I'm glad my story entertained you. XD I don't think any girls like Carly. She just can't upstage Mikaela (even though I didn't really like her either)
Jinxed just in Time: I always saw Shockwave as paternal because of his drones. Dunno why, but I do. :)
Luna Prime-Awesomeness: Interesting indeed. ;)
D-RockxIronhideForever: Wow! Long review! Thank you for taking the time to give me the feedback. And I love the word Obnoxious because of the X. And because of how it sounds. XD I thank you for your patience. I spend my whole Saturday updating this one, because I'm so slaggin' busy during the week. I cheer (I agree on the sports that aren't sports), I babysit, I work at the pet shelter, I have to deal with senior crap, and I have four stories on here (one of which I'm trying with all my heart to finish). So, I'm like you: ridiculously busy. DX
As for getting a FF account, there are pros and cons for that. Pros: (1) It's a rather easy site to navigate. (2) You get honest opinions from reviewers, which can help better your writing skills. (3) You receive e-mails telling you when your favorite stories have updated their stories. (4) You can chat with your favorite authors via FF's Personal Messaging system. (5) You can get writing advice from other writers. Cons: (1) People tell you what they think. If your character is a Mary-sue, or your writing isn't all that well yet, then people will tell you, and sometimes, it's not in a very nice way. That's the only con I can think of, though. I would definitely suggest you get an account. :) Hope you do.
Ninja Star Light: Bah hahahaha! I got the mental picture of Moonstrike sighing heavily then just deliberately dropping Jazz when you said that! XD See him go "AHHHhhhhhhh…." Waving his arms and legs wildly. That shouldn't be funny, but everytime it runs through my mind, I grin. Funny.
WingedandWacky: Oh, don't stress it, honey! It's in first person, so it's hard to remember the name since it really isn't mention that much. No harm done :)
Final-Kingdom-Anime-Fan: Thank you for the feedback! =D I definitely know what you mean. I have the same problem when I'm on my iTouch. I thank you for your compliments.
Now for your questions, allow me to educate you :D This is Bayverse, so it's the movie, but I mixed in a bit of G1, which is the first Transformers cartoon ever shown. That's probably why you won't recognize many of the names. I used to watch G1 reruns with my baby sister Saturday mornings, so I tend to use G1 more than any other universe; however, I simply can't deny the justice Michael Bay's special effects team did the Transformers. It was amazing, and so I use movieverse all the time, too. From what you said, I would say you've seen Beast Wars. If you really wanna be able to recognize all the characters in this, then look up "Tranformers G1 episode 1 part 1" on youtube or something. I know for a fact that it's on youtube. It's a bit corny, but it's pretty good for an 80's child's cartoon. ;)
L for Love: Thank you for your review. Glad you enjoyed the story. :)
oOo KitKat oOo: Oh, it's okay. I've been busy, too. Hence my updating a day late. I'm really glad everyone liked that short fight scene. I was worried everyone would think it was… well, too short. Hope you liked the chapter! =D Til all are one!
Hummergrey: I'm sorry that I'm not replying to all of your reviews. I thank you for all of them. I love that you review each chapter as you read them. I love it because then when I'm checking my e-mails in first period math, I have more than one review. :) Makes me smile. My word goal is always 3,000 words, so anytime I'm below that, I feel that my chapter is too short. And thanks for the compliments and the feedback. Glad you liked it. :) Wreck and rule!
Lynnie- Lou: So are you just gonna review every other chapter…? (SS)
For some weird reason, when Shockwave said, "Be there or do not bother coming back," I kept imagining him saying, "Be there or be square," with this dark glare on his face. XD Then when I typed that he would teach Chemical a painful lesson on what happens to those that betrayed him, I kept thinking of him thinking, "I'll unfriend the ungrateful cretin. He will learn what happens to those who betray the great Soundwave when he can no longer look at my wall on Facebook! *Insert evil laugh*" Tell me that's not random 0.o