Chapter 29 ~ Stepping Up
"English Speech."
"Cybertronian Speech."
Thoughts.
*Com link*
*Radio Clips.*
"Bonds."
Hey there peoples of the Interwebs! Welcome to chapter 29. Wow, I am so sorry this is so late. Life had just decided to punch me in the gabba. Between getting sick and still having to go to school, several projects due, streaming some games until 9 PM, my final concert of High School, Senior things all week, graduation, my family grad party thing, going back to school to help my teacher sort her music and stuff, meeting up with one of my best friends who came back from college, my attention problems, and this chapter giving me a hard time in general I just couldn't get it done. Thank you so much for your patience! Also, important heads up in my end Authors Note.
Now, guest time!
Dear Guest,
Thank ya :D
E-man-dy-S in response to your review to chapter 15:
Thanks- er Silverwing says thanks… or something like that. :3
BY THE WAY. FROM MY RESEARCH AN ORN IS 13 DAYS. Just a heads up.
Welp that's all from me. Let's get started, shall we?
I ran. I ran as fast as I could.
I ran at the closest Con and slammed a fist into his face.
Then a knee, then a sword. Then the next Con.
My spark burned, and writhed, and throbbed… trying to pick the pieces up of what was long gone.
My processor ached as I forced myself to concentrate on fighting. That was what had to be done. Fight… All too soon the Decepticons retreated, leaving me standing there.
I didn't want to turn around, but… I had to. I moved without really thinking about it. Slowly approaching the burnt and twisted frame. Ratchet was kneeling there, trying to fix whatever he could… Why? I don't know. Can't he see O… Opi is…
Even hope can be a dangerous thing sometimes…
I sat down in the torn up dirt next to him and slowly reached for one of the limp servos that had already gone cold.
I felt more then saw Sideswipe sit next to me. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me against him. His other servo went to my faceplates and wiped the soft, slightly iridescent, pink liquid that soaked my cheek plates. When did I start crying?
My vents shook my plating. My thoughts swirled as I tried to make sense of what I was seeing. My spark… while it hurt and longed… it knew… Eventually my processor latched onto the first thing it could.
"Silverwing," I breathed making Sides jump and quickly throw his chest plates open. I tore my optics away and down to his hold. Silver was curled in a ball. Pressed against the soft walls of his hold as close to his spark as she could. He handed her to me as he whirred gently to her. With my one free servo, I held my daughter to my chest being careful to shield her from the horror around us. My processor welcomed the distraction as I tried to coax her into a more relaxed position. Her wings drooped as she went limp against my chest. I was scared to open the bond though… I didn't want her to feel…
I jumped as a loud crunching crack resonated through the forest. Ratchet was standing once more… the nearby tree falling victim to his wrench.
After that it was silent. Deafeningly silent. Not even the birds dared to break it... My optics found their way back to... my Opiluk's frame. I wish I could say he looked peaceful… but he really didn't. His face was dented and pieces of his battle mask hung from twisted wires. His dark optics stared across the field.
I squeezed the servo I held for a moment wishing for it to squeeze back for a fraction of that before I shoved the thought away.
With a shaky vent I pushed myself to my pedes, leaving my sire's arm against his chest. Everybot was watching me… Probably waiting for me to breakdown or something, Primus knows, but I wouldn't. I refuse too. Opi would want me to stand tall, stay strong. Breaking down was for later.
"R-Ratchet." My vocals still wavered even though I tried to keep them steady.
"I'm sorry Starlight." His voice was lower as well, but I didn't focus on it.
"Let's bring him home." He looked at me for a moment before nodding and starting to fix a little more of my sire for transport.
Ironhide moved closer next, bringing a piece of my Opi's facemask to hand to Ratchet. My spark burned again and I moved away from them. Towards the road.
"Starlight," Sides' whispered, his arm never leaving my plating.
"Yeah?"
"Are you okay?" My chest writhed with that question.
"No… but-" My vocals cracked to static for a second, cueing Sides to hold me tighter. It took me a moment to find my voice again, and even then it was barely a whisper. "Megatron is still out there. That takes priority… Sam!" I jumped as that thought finally registered in my processor. Where is Sam!
"He's with Bee, Skids, and Mudflap. Bee's taking them somewhere safe."
"Where?"
"No idea. Can't use comms for sensitive stuff, remember?"
"Yeah…" I looked down to Silver. She hadn't moved since the tree got hit, and even then it was just jumping a little. "Oh sweetspark." I couldn't help it, I opened the bond a little bit. She was a mess, my daughter… she'd never felt something like this, didn't know anything about stuff like this. She's only two years old for Primus' sake.
"Sil…"
"Danni… what happened to Grandsire?"
I swallowed thickly… Sides cringed… Silver must have been asking him the same question.
"A very bad bot hurt him."
"Hurt him?"
"Yeah…"
"Ratchet fix?"
"No, it's not something that Ratchet can fix, sweetspark. The bad bot hurt Grandsire in a way that no bot can fix."
"Oh… Grandsire won't wake up… right?"
"Nobot can wake up from this."
Silver went silent after that… holding my frame with her tiny hands.
"Autobots!" Jazz yelled across the field. His helm jerked toward the south where several large choppers were still miniscule in the distance. "I talked to Lennox. He had some transport arranged. We're meeting him at the airbase from earlier. Ratchet-."
"I'll stay with him," Ratchet interrupted before going back to welding.
"Alright, let's go." Jazz glanced at me before transforming. I ignored it, slid Silver into my hold, and followed suit.
(A long time ago. Autobot Main Base of Operations, Iacon… Cybertron… yeah, I'm doing this again. XD)
Note: Cybertronian no longer italicized in this section… and a cycle is like… an hour and 15 minutes ish, another heads up. :D
I sighed for what was probably the billionth time in the last couple cycles. My optics were trained on my almost empty cube of Energon. Bumblebee was flopped on his stomach plating next to me, his wings drooped.
"Star?" Bee's voice came out slightly muffled do to his position.
"Hm?"
"Why won't they let us help?"
"They think we're too young Bee."
"But Moonracer fights and she's not that much older than us."
"She's been in her adult frame for almost the whole war Bee, we're nowhere near her age. You're in your twelfth stage, I'm in my fourteenth. That's quite a bit away from eighteen."
"So?"
I sighed, again, and looked over to his bright yellow back. "I've already tried this, you know that right? There's no way they'll send us on a mission."
"But I only want to do a little bit of recon!"
"And then you'll want to do a lot of recon, then a recovery mission, and then you'll be on the front lines!"
"No I won't."
"That's what they're thinking though. Believe me, I know." I plopped my helm down onto my servo. Bumblebee had been begging for an orn straight. The answer an obvious no. It sucked.
"This sucks."
"What sucks?" Bee and I both jumped at the new voice. Neither of us had been paying attention to our sensors, leaving us both scrambling to see who had entered the rec room.
"Sideswipe?" I was surprised to see him really. It had been a long time since I had a real conversation with either of the twins. Our schedules just never lined up… I'm pretty sure I know whose fault that is… Opi and Prowl… Especially after the Wheeljack incident… Sideswipe grabbed two cubes of Energon before moving towards the table closest to ours.
"In the metal. So what sucks?"
"Prowl won't give us any missions," Bee muttered as he relaxed into his seat. Both of us looked to the door as Sunstreaker walked in… Yay for actually paying attention now.
"Hey Sunstreaker," I called out to him as he moved to sit at the table Sides had now claimed. He nodded in acknowledgement but stayed silent.
"Prowl? Not giving missions to someone?"
"We're 'too young' and 'too inexperienced'," I mocked Prowl's deeper voice as I quoted him before copying Bee's posture.
"How old are you two?"
"He's twelve, I'm fourteen." I kicked my pedes up onto the table as both twins looked us over.
"Really? I thought you were older."
I rolled my optics. "Unfortunately looks don't get us missions… Otherwise Bee's sad optics would have landed us one already." Next to me, Bee started his adorableness and I could practically see both twins melt before Sunny turned to glare at his Energon.
"Wow that is good."
"Not good enough apparently."
"Why would you even want a mission?" Sunstreaker asked as he fixed his optics on me.
"We want to help. Since we got here we've done nothing but train and sit on our afts. If everybot else is risking their lives to keep us safe, we want to return the favor." As truthful as my statement was, it was a well-rehearsed one as well. Between Prowl and my sire, pit even Jazz, I must have said it at least a twenty times… while helping Bee in this last orn alone.
"Maybe you could prove you're ready?" Sides offered.
"How? We've tried. Bumblebee has the best sensors Ratchet's ever seen, and he's been training to be a scout since he was in his sixth stage, basic before that. And I've had warrior training since I was five! Also known as when this damn war started. Does it count for anything?"
"Nope," Bee muttered before an involuntary sad look passed his faceplates. "I mean, I know they're just worried about us… but how can we get better if we aren't allowed to try?"
"We can help train you if you want." I looked at Sides like he grew a second helm.
"Really? You guys are like… the best front liners ever!" Bee was bouncing in his seat at this point.
"How though?" I asked. "It seems like we never have the same break cycle.
"We have one now don't we?" Sides smirked.
"I meant in the future."
"We'll figure it out. We should probably keep it secret though… just in case."
"WE GET SEC-" I slammed a servo across Bee's mouth plates before he could finish.
"Bee."
"Sorry."
There you have it folks! I know a bit abrupt, but I'm kinda fitting this inbetween doing things. :S
So we went back in time again, and I'll admit the next few might be the same. I started writing this and realized I'm really behind on my past chapters. There's something I REALLY need to show you guys before ROTF ends and we've got a ways to go before I can. Luckily it has a bunch of twin stuff in it.
New life update, I lost assassin. Unfortunately the person running it put a new time limit on the round and I couldn't get him in time. -.- I was outside his house for an hour on Friday! (two weeks ago) He didn't leave! I was late for school! D: Plus none of my informants helped at all. I've also graduated High School! HOLY SHHHHIIITTTT
Now IMPORTANT BIT TIME! I'm going out of town for like… almost three weeks this weekend. My laptop HATES hotel Wi-Fi and my Dad's hotspot so I can't guarantee I'll be able to post. I'll probably be able to write on the way down though… it's a long ass drive from where I live to Florida. So… yeah… there's going to be another delay before I can post again… sorry everyone. :S
Dats all from me. Please, please, please leave a review for at least this chapter if not all. Let me know what you think so far, if I made any mistakes in catching my mistakes, any ideas as to what you think will happen to Star, funny shit you want me to make her do, prank ideas… cause I need those, or just say hi! Alrighty then, I'll talk to you later Interwebs! Bye! o/ ~Joyce
