Hello, beautiful people! How're you doing? I hope you're al-... *Suddenly sees the reviews* Wait a... KNOCK OUT! DID YOU WENT ALL THE WAY BACK TO THE NEMESIS JUST TO WHINE ABOUT THE STORY?! AND NOT ONLY THAT, BUT YOU SHOWED THIS TO MEGATRON?! Grr... Fine! You know what?! You want sparklings, I'll give you sparklings. Maybe not in this chapter, maybe not in this fanfic, but someday, in a nearby future, you'll appear in one of my stories with a little happy child calling you 'daddy'... Sleep with fear...
Oh, and Starscream... If you thought you were unlucky until now, you don't know what's ahead for you.
So, Megatron, grab some popcorn and a soda; because this show is barely starting.
*Takes a deep breath*
Sorry about that, but it seems that my main character had issues with the story I created for him...
Well, I'm happy to announce that the writing of the chapter in which I'm working now is going smoothly, so I decided to update today! Now, there's a plot twist coming (a few plot twists actually...). So, let's keep going!
Warning: English isn't my mother language, so I'll apologize beforehand for all the grammar mistakes that you might find in this story.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Transformers franchise, nor its characters. It is a registered trademark of Hasbro.
TWENTY SEVEN: Family Therapy?
There was a big fuss in the control room. All the bots seemed to be arguing about some matter, but not in a civilized way: as far as Fowler was capable of hear from his office, the bots were yelling, trying to cover each other's voice. The governmental agent tried not to mind it at first (since Optimus wasn't around anymore, some indiscipline was to be expected…); however, when he realized that he could not even hear his own thoughts, he decided that it was time to remind them their manners. He didn't expected to find the team crammed in the center of the room, subtracted in their dispute, completely oblivious to the humans on the catwalks. The middle-age man walked towards the two teenagers and asked what was going on; the boys told him about the threatening, about Knock Out's sister being a Decepticon, and, finally, about the red medic's suspicion of Millie have been kidnapped by his sister to force him out of the base.
"That's easy to find out: Jack, call…"
"I already tried, but she's still on her shift, so I can't reach her." The teenager interrupted him, showing Fowler his cellphone and trying to call his mom one more time. No answer. He hung up. "I was about to ask Arcee for a ride to the hospital, but…" He gestured towards the arguing group.
"I see…" The Federal Agent commented, arching an eyebrow and gazing at the crowd. Then, with a sigh, he added: "Alright, you and I are going to pay a visit to the hospital ASAP. Raf, try to make them stop acting like kindergarteners!"
That said, Fowler and Jack raced towards the human-sized elevator. The teenager tried one more time to call his mother, but, again, his call went straight to voicemail. Grunting, he left a message, pleading his mom to call him as soon as she can, saying that it was an emergency. Then, he hung up and sighed in frustration, receiving a pat on the shoulder from Fowler, who assured him that everything would be fine. Jack nodded and walked towards the classic black Mustang next to the governmental agent.
Meanwhile, the younger teenager was looking at the bots who were about to start a physical fight among each other. Rafael gulped. How was he supposed to call their attention? Not even 'Bee was listening to him! But, as he saw the argument escalate a little bit higher, the boy started to yell and wave his arms in a sad attempt to signature the Autobots to stop their quarrel. No use. "Ugh! C'mon, Raf! Think, think… Their voices are too loud for yours to be audible. Unless…" An idea popped up on his mind, as he looked up to Fowler's office: the door was left open! Smiling, the teenager dashed towards the small room and snatched the speakers' microphone. "This should do the trick!" He thought, while running back to his normal working station, where he reconnected the mic.
The bots were still unaware of what was going on around them. Rafael looked at them and sighed. He didn't wanted to do it… He knew that they were sensitive to loud noises, but… Taking a deep breath, the boy turned on the speakers.
"ENOUGH!" He yelled with all his strength.
All the bots screamed in unison, while covering their audio-receptors with their hands, shutting their eyes, and gritting their teeth in pain.
"Rafael! Was that truly necessary?!" Ratchet complained, while opening an optic and turning around to look at the boy, still with his hands on the sides of his head.
"HEY! AM I TALKING LOUDER THAN NORMAL?!" Smokescreen asked yelling, while massaging the sides of his helm.
"I'm sorry, but you weren't listening!" The boy defended himself, while putting away the microphone.
"So you deafened us?!" Knock Out complained, also massaging his audio-receptors.
"Wait a minute! Raf, where's Jack?!" Arcee asked, noticing the absence of her partner.
"He left. Jack and Fowler are going to the hospital to check if Millie was kidnapped or not." He answered, then, he looked at the red medic. "If it is a trap, then…"
"What?! By the time they arrive there, it might already be too late!" The Velocitroinan complained.
"Why didn't he asked for a ground-bridge instead?" Bulkhead wondered.
"MAYBE BECAUSE NONE OF YOU WERE LISTENING!" Rafael yelled, losing his temper in front of all the bots, who just stared at him in surprise. They've never seen the boy so mad before; they must've really pushed a nerve with their arguing. "Look…" He said, huffing, fixing his glasses and taking deep breaths. "Knock Out, I know you're worried for Millie, but rushing things like this, you're not going to help her at all. You need her, and she needs you; so, the last thing you want is to step into a Decepticon trap like this."
The red medic looked at the human in awe. It was the first time that one of the kids (well… One of the boys, after all, Miko has already pestered him with questions…) talked up to him so freely and openly; somehow, he appreciated the concern, but… It wasn't his welfare the one that was worrying him at the moment.
"Thank you for your concern, Rafael." Knock Out told the boy with a small and tender smile, while lightly nodding. "But I'm afraid that none of you has authority over me, except for Bumblebee, who happens to be my supervisor. However…" He turned to look at the yellow bot. "Giving the situation, I won't listen to you in this case; because I'm sure that if it were Rafael instead of Millie, you wouldn't have let any of them, nor even Prime himself, stop you from running in his rescue."
The young warrior was baffled by the medic's speech, not only because he was talking about a human being, but because of the conviction with which he said it. Knock Out wasn't faking it this time, his worry was real; his fear, his need of protecting this girl was very real and very tangible. Probably, the red bot wasn't aware of it, but he just talked in the exact same way… of a real Autobot. Yes, Bumblebee knew that it was true: if things were reversed, and it were Raf instead of Millie, he would already be on the field, trying to save the boy. Nothing that anyone could say would stop him from trying; and, if Knock Out's feelings towards the little girl were anything like his for Rafael, then it was useless to try to talk him out of it. He would find a way to meet with his sister, one way or another.
Seeing where things were going, Elita, who patiently waited for the arguing to cease, stepped up and decided to take command of the situation. By what she heard, the chances of the Decepticons having a hostage were high: they have seen the medic paying a visit to the hospital after they attacked a local museum, so there were reasons to believe that they suspected of him being attached to a human; even more, Knock Out confessed that he snapped at Starscream after he threatened with knock down the clinic if the surgeon refused to treat his injuries. Being that the case, the Autobots didn't have many choices.
"You will go to that meeting." The pink femme declared, looking at the former Decepticon, who silently thanked her. "However, you are forbidden of attending alone: Bumblebee, you're in charge of him, you're going too." The youngling nodded, decision in his optics. "Smokescreen, Wheeljack, you're going as well." Then she turned to the Head Medic. "Ratchet, I need a visual of the location where they're going."
"Um… What about us?" Chromia asked, arching an eyebrow and placing her hands on the sides of her hip.
"Yeah! It's been half million years since the last time we kicked some Decepti-creep tailpipe!" Ironhide commented, knocking his fists.
"We will remain here. As far as we know, the 'Cons ignore that we're active again; if that's so, we now possess the element of surprise in our favor. Though I dislike it as much as you two do, we must use this carefully; and, since we still don't know what Shockwave's experiment is…"
"It's better if we remain hidden…" The cerulean and white femme completed for her friend. "Alright, alright. We'll stay put… Yay…" She added, sighing and crossing her arms.
Elita placed a hand on her friend's shoulder and smiled motherly to her. Yes, Chromia was a bot of action; she hated to wait longer than necessary, and so was Ironhide. That's why they made such a good team whenever they fought side by side. The large red mech, who was standing behind the cerulean femme, simply shrugged and went with Ratchet to analyze the place indicated by the coordinates of the message: it was a desert filled with stone formations that provided a decent cover. It would be easy to hide a couple bots from unwanted eyes; yet, it had to be small to medium sized bots, so Bulkhead was out of this mission. The green bot huffed in disappointment. He really wanted to be sent to the field (Wrecker's instincts).
... ... ...
The green vortex opened in the middle of a canyon located between two massive walls of rock. There was not even the shadow of a cloud in the sky, and the temperature must have been of a million grades in the Celsius scale. A red Aston Martin slowly made its way through the portal and drove into the landscape, feeling how its metal overheated by the scorching sun; its tires threatened with melt in any second against the burning sandstone. The memory of another planet, many lightyears away from this one hit him on the spark… Of course she chose such place to meet… The landscape was identical. Sighing, Knock Out transformed into his bipedal form, and, slowly, started to make his way through the canyon. The only noise he could hear was his own footsteps. Wondering if she was actually there, the medic made a quick scan of his surroundings, looking for anything slightly familiar…
"Well, well, well… You've grown, baby brother!"
Taken aback, the red bot looked to a stones formation that was straight ahead: on top of it, he found a small and slender femme of shiny champagne colored armor. Her crests were similar to his, only that hers were all curved backwards, and her tights and upper arms were orange. Also, her hip's armor formed some sort of skirt that augmented her feminine silhouette. Like he, she had a milky white face, but her lips were painted in a creamy pink shade, and her factions were more soft and round. Her eyes glowed in a bloody red under her orange eyebrows. The femme jumped off her seat and started to walk towards the red bot, who was unable to snap out of his astonishment.
"Solar Flare… I can't believe it… It is you!" He whispered, still trying to convince himself that, after so many eons of her being lost, he found his sister… only to realize that she was a hardcore Deceptcion, as the sigil on her shoulders proved. "When I read your name… Well, I didn't believe it. I thought…"
"You thought that I was gone for good, didn't you?" She completed, stopping and crossing her arms, with a mocking smirk on her lips. "Oh, Knocky… You never see the big picture."
From above, and behind a couple of rocks, Bumblebee and the others were observing the whole scene. Smokescreen's spark almost froze when Solar Flare appeared: Knock Out and that femme were almost identical! No doubt they were siblings! Wheeljack's thoughts weren't too far from the Elite Guard's; only that he also had a question: why didn't the medic mentioned his sister not even once? "Maybe he wanted to protect his family… as he tried to protect Millie…" The yellow bot thought, while watching the red bot's back, in case Solar Flare decided to play a low trick or something.
Back on the ground level, the two Velocitronians kept talking:
"Big picture? Are you slagging kidding me? You ran away! Do you have the last idea of how much you hurt us?! Our carrier cried for days, and our sire started to overprotect me, in fear of losing me too!" The medic yelled at the femme in rage. For so long… He wanted to tell her this things for so long, and now, finally, he had the chance. His sister was the first piece of the domino that started to fall down on his life. Everything was perfect until that day…
He could still remember: he was returning from a quick medical check in company of his sire, only to find law enforcers in the house, talking to his carrier… She was crying, sitting on the couch, and talking to an officer. He didn't understand right away and simply cocked his head, while his sire went to his bond, asking what happened… Then, he heard it: Solar Flare was gone. He was still too young, a sparkling; and the idea of running from home was too scary to even conceive it, so the first thing he did was run upstairs to where their rooms were, and check on his sister's… It was empty. The only things she left behind were the family pictures… Especially one in which they were playing together… That one was broken and lying on the floor.
For a couple days, they waited. On one occasion he asked his sire about his sister, wondering when she would come back. The adult mech kneeled down to him and, smiling, and said in a calming tune: "I'm sure she'll be back soon. Your sister wouldn't just leave us; you'll see, she will come back."
She never did.
Eventually, he stopped caring. He stopped looking. He could've even bumped into her in the streets when coming back from school, and he wouldn't have cared. He started to see himself as only child. He had to be strong… for his creators, he had to be strong. But Velocitron… He couldn't be a racer, he didn't have a future there. When he came to age, there was a decision for him to take: remain on the colony where he would forever be an outcast, or go to Cybertron Medicine Academy and be something of himself…
In the end, his creators pushed him to look after his own happiness. They didn't want to become an obstacle in his life, and, though it wouldn't be easy for them, as long as he was happy, they would be happy too.
To leave his creators behind was the hardest thing he ever did in his life.
"There's only one thing that I was never able to answer: why? Why did you do it?" He asked, glaring at the femme, who, until then, didn't show to care about their family.
But, as soon as he asked this, her eyes darkened, and her body tensed.
"And you ask me?" She snarled, frowning, clenching her fists. "It was all your fault!"
"My what?! Excuse me, but I don't remember to have kicked you out of the house!" He retorted, gesturing like crazy.
"Maybe not… But my life ended the day I tried to protect you when those guys picked on you… Remember? That night, at the backdoor of the stadium?" The femme hissed, hate flowing out of her words.
The mech's face froze in pure horror at the memory: Solar Flare, still a youngling, was racing that night. It was a juvenile race, and she was one of the favorites. He remembered how he cheered for her from the audience, and how she turned to smile and wink at him before transform and rev her engine, waiting for the green light. Their creators were there too. It was a happy night…
And then it wasn't anymore…
Solar Flare won, and the crowd went wild yelling in excitement; but the winner's eyes were fixed in three particular bots ―her family―, to whom she dedicated a bright wide smile before walk towards the wash racks behind the track. Knock Out asked if he could go with his sister, and, of course, his creators let him; as long as he remained with the femme. He promised to, and left.
The two siblings were laughing and joking together, talking about the race… when four guys appeared out of nowhere, calling for him. Yes… All Delta City knew about him: Hermes's glitching son. And how not to know about it? After all, his sire happened to be a three-time champion of the Speedia 500, while he couldn't even compete in the sparklings' tracks due to his medical condition.
The four guys were taller than Solar Flare, and there was something about them that made him tremble in fear. His sister noticed, and pushed him behind her, while telling the gang to leave them alone.
Next thing he remembers about it, the four mechs started to attack them; Solar pushed him away from the fight, ordering him to run. He tried to help her, and got hit on the head. Then, the memory becomes blurry… But he could clearly recall that he looked for his creators, stumbling, confused by the blow he took… By the time he found them, and his sire ran to Solar's rescue, the four guys were gone. The young femme was taken to the nearest clinic…
The day after she was capable of go back home, Solar Flare ran away… and never returned…
Meanwhile, Jack was on Fowler's car, still trying to call his mom without luck. June was still on her shift. "Please, be okay…" The boy thought as they grew closer to the hospital.
The champagne colored femme drew out a sword from her right forearm. Knock Out watched this and sighed, before plead his sister not to do it; that there was no need of end up in a fight. She simply smirked darkly, before get in position.
"Please, don't." The medic begged once more, before being tackled by the femme.
On instinct, the red bot rejected the attack, throwing his sister against a close rock wall. Realizing that he didn't have another choice, the mech transformed his right hand into his buzz saw; meanwhile, Bumblebee gave the signal to engage, and the three warriors jumped off their hiding… only to get ambushed by a cerulean flying mech.
Knock Out heard the shooting, reason why he noticed that, as he, his sister came to the meeting with someone backing her up. However, he couldn't believe his eyes: it was him. It was the traitor he spent the last two million years hunting.
"Daybreak!" He snarled, glaring at the cerulean mech, who turned to smirk at him in a mocking way.
"Long time no see, K-Out. How're doing?" He said, while handling Smokescreen's and Bumblebee's attempts of attacking him.
It wasn't until Wheeljack almost chopped one of his wings away that the traitor concentrated on his adversaries. Only then, he recognized the white armored mech as a Wrecker. "This should be interesting…" He thought, while grabbing the warrior by the right arm, forcing him into a wresting lock that left the Autobot completely at his mercy. Smokescreen tried to help him, but was forced to take cover.
Knock Out tried to run to the rescue, but was intercepted by his sister. Both siblings clashed their weapons, blocking each other's attack.
"So, you're familiar with my associate, huh?" The femme, now masked, said.
The red mech's eyes widened in horror at the realization of what that commentary implied: she, his own sister, was Daybreak's contact among the 'Cons… Solar Flare was co-responsible for Sunscorch's termination. Growling, he pushed her away.
"You…? All this time, you were his contact?" The medic asked out loud. Honestly, he didn't want to believe it…
"What's with the surprised face, Knocky?" She mocked him, before pounce onto him, sending them both to the ground, and pinning her brother under her weight. Knock Out found himself wrestling with his sister, in order to keep her swords away from his neck. "You shouldn't have turned your back on us…"
"'Us'? Us, who? Our colony? Our family? Our bond as siblings? You're the one who turned its back on all of them!" He retorted.
"I meant the Decepticons, you idiot! If you wouldn't, I would've spared your life!" The femme stated, while pushing her weapons closer to the mech's throat. "I almost felt bad for what I did to you when Star-Cream told me that you used to be a 'Con." She commented, arching an eyebrow. "But, then he reached the part of the story in which you double-cross us…"
"I hated to be a Decepticon!" He yelled, throwing her away from him. Then, he quickly got on his feet and glared at the femme. "I never was, and I will never be, one of them!"
"Wrong answer, brother…" Solar Flare snarled, sitting up. "If you want her to remain alive, I recommend you to reconsider your loyalty…"
Knock Out gritted his teeth and frowned at the statement.
Daybreak was having a little trouble with these mechs. No doubt things were easier when he was a team with his twin… Oh, well. It wasn't like he couldn't win this fight. Smirking, the cerulean mech transformed and took off. Time to attack from above.
Fortunately for the 'Bots, Bumblebee immediately noticed his plans.
"Take cover!" He yelled, right before the three of them were covered by a rain of bullets. "Ok… I'm personally ripping his wings off!" The young warrior complained, before transforming. He was looking for higher ground.
"What about us?!" Smokescreen wondered, while covering under a ledge.
"We open cover fire!" Wheeljack answered.
Back at the Autobots' base, Nightglider was watching the scanner's signals, and hearing the battle noises next to the rest of the team. However, as soon as he recognized his twin's voice among the voices of the warriors, the black armored bot started to demand to be send to the field, stating that he wanted to help the others. Ratchet would've sent him without asking, but, unfortunately for the flyer bot, Elita was now in control of the team's leadership, and she ordered him to stay put.
Nightglider gritted his teeth and stiffed his wings in an offensive position.
"I'm the only flyer you have!" He hissed, frowning, trying to make her see that he was the only one who could stand against his twin.
"Yes. I'm aware." The pink femme answered, trying to keep her voice tune even. Honestly, her patience was becoming thinner towards the newcomer.
"Then, please, sent me there! I can help to seize my brother!" He exclaimed, desperate to go to battle.
"Soldier!" Elita finally snapped, startling the young mech. "In your current condition you'll represent a risk to your friends." She told him, turning to look into the flyer's eyes. "Until you proof that you're capable of keep your own rage under control, I believe that it's better to keep you away from your twin…"
Nightglider lowered his eyes in defeat.
A short tune that came from the mainframe informed the bots that a message just came in. Ratchet checked it out, discovering that it was from Agent Fowler, who finally reached the hospital. The medic opened it…
"By the AllSpark…" He thought, while hurrying to call Bumblebee.
Meanwhile, the yellow bot was now at the top of a rock wall, from which he jumped, trying to catch Daybreak in the exact same way he did with Skyquake, a couple years ago… Unfortunately, this mech wasn't as naïve as Dreadwing's twin…
As soon as he leaped off his hiding, the flyer transformed in midair, catching the young bot who, startled, couldn't react. He didn't expected this kind of risky counterattack. Daybreak's moves were bolder than the ones he has seen from Starscream and his Seekers.
Once he was on the flyer's grasp, Bumblebee felt how the cerulean mech maneuvered quickly, making sure that, when they hit the ground, he would end trapped under Daybreak's body.
The red medic, alerted by the loud noise of the fall and the dust cloud that the two bodies rose when they reached the ground, watched in horror how his new found friend and guardian was kliks away from an execution. He had to do something quickly, or none of them would live to tell the tale! Biting his lip, he looked back at his sister, who was now getting on her feet, ready to resume the battle.
Closing his eyes, Knock Out put his weapons away.
"Wait!" He yelled, gesturing Daybreak to stop. Right on time, the cerulean mech was about to shoot at Bumblebee's head. "Flare, your problem is with me. Take me prisoner if you want, but let the Autobots and the girl go. Nobody else has to suffer because of me." He offered, placing a hand on top of his chest-plates.
"Knock Out, no!" The yellow bot yelled, from below his opponent.
"Ya' can't be serious!" Wheeljack complained.
"Don't do it! It'll be your funeral!" Smokescreen completed.
The medic didn't need to be told all this… He already knew it, but he didn't see another viable option: if they kept fighting, both, the bots and Millie, would end up killed. Daybreak used to be an Autobot, he knew how they fight, and he knew how to counterattack all their approaches. Even worse! He used to be partners with Sunscorch! A Wrecker! Wheeljack was in mortal danger if he remained there! A negotiation was the only logical option… One life for many…
With decision shining in his eyes, Knock Out repeated:
"Please. I give up; just let the 'Bots and Millie go…" He pleaded, once more.
Solar Flare arched an eyebrow.
"Who's Millie?" She asked.
"Don't play this game with me, Flare." The red mech retorted, angered by her pretended confusion. "The little girl you took hostage. Give her back, now!" He demanded, reaching out a hand towards the champagne colored femme, urging her to surrender the girl.
"I don't know anything about a little girl."
Realization hit the Autobots like a punch to the tanks: this whole thing was a dirty trap after all, and they fell like idiots! Well, if there was no human in danger, then there was no reason to hold back. With renewed strengths, Wheeljack tackled Daybreak, shoving him off Bumblebee who, once freed, jumped on his feet and started to run towards Knock Out, while Smokescreen went to help the Wrecker.
However, the Velocitronian mech was now lost on his own thoughts. Solar Flare didn't pretend when she threatened some hostage's life; she meant it, she wanted to make sure he knew she meant it. But, if it wasn't Millie, who was she talking about? He didn't have anyone else…
Unless…
The puzzle's pieces started to come together as his widened optics glanced towards Daybreak, before go back to the Velocitronian femme. No… No, it couldn't be.
"How… did you come… to Earth?" He asked, afraid of the answer.
The champagne colored femme smirked.
"Who you think was the Black Moon's captain, brother?" She said, crossing her arms.
Knock Out stumbled a couple steps backwards, before his back hit the rock wall behind him. It couldn't be… She… She was…
A green vortex opened in the place, and Arcee and Bulkhead jumped off the ground-bridge with their guns ready for the fight; however, as soon as the Autobots' backup arrived, the two Decepticons called back to base, asking for an emergency bridge. The new wormhole opened behind the femme, who called out for her partner, before ran into the vortex, followed closely by the cerulean mech, who transformed into his jet-mode to escape faster.
The blue femme and the green Wrecker checked on their teammates.
"What ya' doing here, Bulk?" Wheeljack asked, retrieving his mask.
"Fowler called. This was a…" Arcee started to explain.
"Trap?" Smokescreen interrupted, earning the newcomers' attention. "We know. Those 'Cons admitted that they didn't know about Millie's existence…" He said with a shrug.
"Oh." Bulkhead sighed in surprise, before turn to look at his best friend. "Then, why didn't you pick up your commlinks? We called you like five times!"
"You did? Funny, we didn't receive any signal." The white bot said, checking his communicator's frequency. Everything seemed normal.
Oblivious to all this debate, Knock Out was hyperventilating, petrified, staring at the spot where Solar Flare was standing moments ago as if he was looking a ghost. His processor was trying to understand these recent events… But, at the same time, he didn't want to understand it; because it would mean that everything would start all over again. Because… Because, if his sister was telling the truth, then he threw his life away… for nothing…
Suddenly, the feeling of something lying down onto his shoulder made him jerk on his place.
Only after the eyes of the whole team were on him, Knock Out understood that he just slapped away Bumblebee's servo, who was merely trying to get his attention by gently placing a hand on his shoulder. The yellow bot stared at him in surprise, wondering what just happened. Honestly, not even the medic was sure of what was going on anymore… He thought he knew, but…
"A-are you okay?" The police officer asked, a little startled by the red mech's reaction moments ago.
"Yes. I'm fine." The Velocitronian lied, and tried to walk past the yellow bot.
"You sure?" Bumblebee pressed, worried.
"I said I'm fine, alright!" The medic snapped at the poor guy, who flinched at the sudden threatening attitude from him.
"Hey, hey… Calm down, Knock. He was just trying to…"
"Help?!" Knock Out interrupted whatever that Wheeljack was about to say. The Wrecker also flinched at this. "Let's make this clear: I don't need anyone's help, not from you at least! What I need is to go back to base, right now!"
The bots exchanged a quizzical look, before look back at the red medic and arch an eyebrow. What crawled up his tailpipe? This wasn't the Knock Out they've been living with; in fact, this red mech resembled more to the Decepticon they used to fight more than the guy they discovered in the past weeks.
"Knock Out, what's going on?" Arcee asked, crossing her arms. Instead of answer her, the medic huffed and averted his eyes. It angered the femme. "Look, all this long we've been doing nothing else but try to help you with your parole-thing; the least you owe us is an explanation. What's going on? Why's your sister here?" She pressed, walking up to the red mech.
Seeing where this was headed, Bumblebee interfered, saying that they should first return to safety. He wasn't sure of what just happened either, but he knew one thing: if they wanted to know, then they had to take Knock Out back to base. Then he would talk… Probably.
And Knock Out's luck starts to make a U-turn that includes psychotic sisters, and backstabbers friends from the past, not to mention some other troubles that will appear in the nearby future... But that's for another chapter! XD
I'll be back next week. Please, don't forget to tell me what you think!
Bye!
