Here's the next bit! Still don't own!
Sam shut the door silently with a small, proud smile on his face. The 'Rebel' numbers has swollen to over twenty over the last few months and their training had been going excellently. This was the only part of being an Unspeakable Sam adored: Teaching. Training them up to trust each other and their allies, watching them learn new techniques and perfecting them and even just seeing the pride in their eyes when they pulled off a particular technique-He had always loved it, and even more so now.
The hanger that was being used for training was split into three: A gym for the soldiers that was mainly used for recreation; A proper training area for the Rebels and equipped with a variety of weapons; and a shower block with lockers used by both.
Sam pulled on his shirt as he headed to the shower, still self-conscious of the ghostly scars that still criss-crossed over his back and chest like jagged silver train tracks.
As he approached the end of the corridor, the dark hair soldier he had seen days earlier appeared around the corner. Defensive walls slammed into place and his muscles tightened, body torn between fight and flight at the danger. He forced himself to keep walking to the shower, eyes straight ahead. As the two passed each other, the soldier's head turned to make eye contact with Sam, his dark blue eyes cold and emotionless as they passed. When Sam finally got into the shower, he leaned against the wall, head tipped back to let the water wash over his face to try and calm the frantic beating of his heart and fear in his stomach.
:Here we go: Bumblebee warned softly, Scout programming locating the six sparks. :They're in-Oh you gotta be kidding me!:
: Bumblebee?: Optimus's voice was quick with an undercurrent of worry, :What's wrong? Do we have a problem?:
:No, it's where they are:
:Where?:
:Bobby fragging Boliva's:
Over the Commlink device Wheeljack was testing out on her, Mikaela burst into a peal of laughter, wiping tears from her eyes as the Scout grumbled back at her.
:Explain?: There was a touch of humour in Ratchet's voice, the sort a parent who had heard too many of their child's misadventures had.
:It's where Sam and Miles bought Bee and Bee trashed half the lot!:
:I didn't trash it-!:
:You blew out the windows of the other cars!:
:Bumblebee?: There was definite amusement in the Prime's voice, while Ironhide and Sideswipe were actually shaking with laughter. :Care to explain?:
:They weren't going to buy me because apparently four grand was 'too expensive'! TOO EXPENSIVE?! That was just insulting, by the way! Anyway, I was still processing the fact that your fragging Promised had Allspark energy inside him and they were going to buy another car and I panicked alright?!:
:Wait, who's Promised had the Allspark energy inside them?:
:Prime's Promised: Sideswipe supplied to Chromia, still laughing. Mikaela's head snapped up, but another voice was already speaking.
:Prime has a Promised?: Elita-1 repeated sceptically, :Prime as in Optimus Prime?!:
:Why does everyone find that so hard to accept?: The mech sighed, mentally rolling his optics.
:'Cause it's you, Prime: Arcee laughed back, :So, who's the lucky mech?:
:It's a human!: Ironhide supplied gleefully, grinning at the femmes shrieks :He uses his holo-form!:
:You kinky bastard!:
:What-no! Shut it, Ironhide, you're making this come out wrong! Besides, you're one to talk, you have your own human!:
:Wait, HIDE has a human? My brother is getting it on with a human?!:
:THAT IS NOT HOW I INTENDED TO INTRODUCE YOU DAMN YOU PRIME!:
:You started it!:
:Ummm, guys?: Mikaela's voice echoed over the mechs :Who the hell are they?:
There was a moment of silence, then an explosion of sound burst across the Commlink, the mechs' voice deep and riddled with confusion as the femmes laughed and teased them.
They pulled back into base, two bots beyond nervous. Ratchet snorted at the two's nerves and left, parking in his usual spot in the hanger and holo striding back to med-bay. His eldest and just reunited daughter, First Aid, followed, scarlet hair tied up and white lab coat over a soft yellow top and grey jeans. Arcee whispered something to Moonracer, her hot-pink hair chopped into a spiky bob and falling into her eyes. Her sister Flare-Up had the same haircut in violet, while her other sister Moonracer had soft, apple green hair in curls to her shoulders. The trio that made one spark skipped off with Sideswipe and Bee, demanding a tour of the base while Mikaela skipped off to find Hound and Chatter.
That left only two femmes and two mechs. Both had femmes their arms crossed as they stared them down, hiding their grins.
"So?" Elita-1 finally asked, her long, wavy bumble-gum pink hair gently brushing her shoulders, dressed in a floaty pink shirt and light blue jeans. Orion avoided his sister-by-bond's eyes as he tried to figure out just how to explain Sam to her without sounding like a love-struck fool. Ironhide was having the same problem as he tried to avoid his half-sister's eyes, trying to put what he felt for Will into words which did not sound ridiculous. Chromia ran a hand through her pixie electric blue hair and stretched her arms, each sleeved with tattoos.
Finally, Orion opened his mouth to say something, only for the faintest sound to leak through the door.
For a split second the sound of a shot and a sparkling's cry threw him back to one of the greatest horrors of the war, where the ground was covered in tiny, broken frames and the sky wept.
Then the familiarity of the sound filtered through, and his spark stopped.
It was Quickfire (His sparkling) who had screamed, and it was a gunshot that punctured his spark.
He was already through the door, her name torn from his lips and Ironhide on his heels. Sharing a glance, Chromia and Elita-1 sprinted out into the sunlight, blinking at the sight they came upon. There was a dark haired solider dressed in green camouflaged trousers kneeling on the ground with a man in a black cloak holding his head back by his hair, a knife across his throat. Another man, baring a patch that read 'Major' was roaring furiously at him, Ironhide standing behind him with his arms crossed and shaking with fury.
Over to the side with his back to them was a human with red hair, white top stretched over firm muscles and gently rocking something in his arms. Orion was at his side in a microclick and the moment his hand touched the human's, he spun with a wicked-sharp dagger in his hand. Before either of the femmes could lunge forward and defend their Prime, the knife vanished and the human melted into Orion's embrace, the mech pressing kisses into his hair and leaning down to kiss the helm of the-
"Is..." Chromia's world tilted ever so slightly, holding onto Elita's arm, "is that a sparkling? A femme sparkling?"
"Yes." Her half-sister breathed, eyes wide and mouth parted slightly. "Yes it is."
Orion spoke quickly in The Language of Old and to the two femmes shock, the human answered him back, voice soft and soothing. The little sparkling lifted its helm and whimpered something to him, causing Orion's eyes to snap back to the human. After a long second, the human nodded and Orion let out a furious snarl, pulling them both into his embrace again.
"What's going on?!" Chromia snarled, jolting around when the dark-skinned man behind her answered.
"One of our own took a shot at Sam's back when he was holding Quickfire. He missed and went to try again, but Sam managed to disarm him by the time we showed up."
"Sam is?"
"The kid with the red hair. Quickfire's his daughter."
"Who are they to Prime?" Elita-1 already knew the answer, but she wanted it confirmed by someone.
"Prime's Promised and kid."
"So, someone tried to kill Prime's Promised and sparkling?"
"...Yes."
Neither of the femmes seemed to do anything, but suddenly the Autobots came sprinting out of the various rooms of base, followed by the Rebels. Within seconds, there was a wall of bodies between the Prime's Promised and the assailant. After a few minutes of fury and accusations, Sam slipped through the bodies to kneel down in front of the solider, who spat at him in response. Elita wasn't the only one to snarl through clenched teeth at him, fury at the blatant disrespect for the one her Prime had chosen scorching through her. The human didn't even flinch as he put his hand to the male's neck and pulled something clasped around it into view.
A necklace with a copper 'A' rested in his palm.
The Rebels went silent, as if a switch had been turned off. Sam stared at it, not moving until Orion came up behind him with Quickfire on his hip and touched his shoulder. He turned slowly, lips moving too softly for anyone other than the Prime to see as he pulled the necklace sharply, the chain breaking with a snap and slithering to the ground. The Prime bleached white and turned on his heel, gently pressed his daughter into the arms of-
'Barricade?!' Elita didn't have a chance to voice her confusion as the human and Prime rocketed past her, barking orders over their shoulders.
The mixture of Autobots, Rebels and Rangers followed the two, the solider left behind with three guards. They skidded into the hanger where the holos' alt modes rested and converged behind the two leaders. The Unspeakable held the copper 'A' up to the webcam installed on the top of the computer and the screen went bright blue, white writing blazing across it so fast it blurred. The human didn't seem at all put off as his fingers danced across the keyboard of the computer. They scattered across it like scuttling spiders, the minute taps blending in together with his speed, the lines of code blurring even more so as they flew across the screen.
"Holy..."
Epps screwed up his face at the speed of his typing, shaking his head in disbelief. Whirlwind snorted as she tied her long dark hair back, her smooth face cracking into a smile for a moment at the sight of her Unspeakable rolling his eyes at the solider. Despite that, the Unspeakable's face was unchanging as he typed, forehead furrowed ever so slightly and eyes unwavering from the screen. Likewise, his typing never slowed, and after a few minutes he finally spoke.
"I'm in."
Prime placed a hand on his shoulder as he scourged through the S7 database, ruthless tearing through every weaker firewall placed within the system. With a quick command to Blaze, a USB drive was handed him and the copies of the file were immediately being streamed onto the USB.
"What's that?" Prime pointed up to a small symbol in the top right corner of the screen, at which the Unspeakable bleached white.
"They're live-streaming something..." Blaze breathed, staring at the screen in horror, "A mass command...but, but they never...not since-"
He shared a horrified look with Whirlwind, who tightened her hand around Viper's. The brunette turned to press herself against her pledged, tucking her head under the taller's chin.
"Not since the last Uprising." Viper breathed shakily, her blonde hair falling to mesh with her Pledged's, chocolate and caramel. "When they declared war on the rebels..."
The Unspeakable enlarged it, jerking back at the sight of Fault Line's face smirking back at him. His face had become stone as he clicked it, the speakers booming out Fault line's smug, hard voice.
"We are not interested in the possibility of defeat. Not within the silence of a deserted ally, nor the clamour of a crowded street. The Rebels seem to be under the impression that we can be destroyed and vanquished. This is folly. We may have sunk due to the actions of The Bastard, but we shall rise up once more. As those we ally ourselves with increase their support, the Rebels will perish, struck in the heart of their perverted lives. This is our new pledge: The tale Rebels who set out to conquer us will finish in blood. Tonight."
"Oh Gods..." Miles wavered, covering his mouth like he was going to be sick. The other Rebels in the room bleached a deathly white, their normally composed faces splintering in terror. The humans and Bots snapped their heads from face to face; ignorant to what was terrifying them.
Sam hadn't moved, frozen into a statue. He stared at the screen blankly, unable to tear his eyes from Fault Line's muddy brown. Then, stiffly, his fingers darted across the keyboard again, bringing up an entirely new screen. The screen warped and zoomed down, displaying a map with twelve large red dots pulsing and moving towards the centre of the screen.
The Unspeakable slowly straightened up and glanced back at his Rebels, and his smooth face causing them to snap to attention.
"Forty-two minutes."
One second they were there, the next they were gone, already following the unworded order their Unspeakable had given.
Blaze jumped up and moved to his Unspeakable's side, flanking his right. His shaking was gone, his face wiped of any emotion and his voice was flat.
"Orders?"
Bumble jolted at the coldness of his voice, flinching at the almost dead sheen in his lover's eyes.
"Assemble the Rebels. Get those unable to fight ready for transportation. Have the Rebels secure any important information and assemble back here in fifteen minutes."
"Yes, Sir."
He was a blonde blur out the door, already gone before the door had even shut. The Unspeakable snapped himself into action, grabbing the USB drive and throwing to Prime, who caught it deftly.
"Sam?" The Army Captain was stepping towards him, palms flat to indicate he was no threat to the high-alert assassin, "What in the name of God-"
"The Elites know we're here."
The entire room froze; a thick, frigid silence bearing down on them all. Ironhide's gun cocked with an echoing click, his face set.
"How-"
"That solider is an Alpha. He must have been sent in undercover; he's been acting suspicious for a few days now." He bit out, hands clenching into fists. Bumblebee went to interrupt, but the Rebel leader was speaking again before they could fully process what he had just said.
"You need to move, now. All of you have to run-"
"No." Will shook his head, pulling himself out of his shock, "No, we're not going to run. We're going to stay here and-"
Sam whirled around at him, and for once he finally saw why he had been chosen as an Unspeakable at such a young age. His wicked-blue eyes were hard and unflinching and when he spoke, the army captain practically wanted to bow his head to him as the almost visible aura of power he always had flared out violently.
"No." He was cold, inarguable. "There are at least sixty Elites coming, and you cannot fight them. Lennox, they are your superiors. You go against them and you'll be locked up so fast your head will spin, if they do not kill you first. You are their enemy, and they will kill you and all of your men. You have to go now!"
Lennox stared at him for a second, every instinct screaming at him to stand his ground and fight.
But he knew he was hopelessly outnumbered, so he gritted his teeth and nodded to Epps, who fled from the room and who's voice echoed down the intercom and called for the soldiers to move. Prime barked out a similar command and the room was a blur of motion, Autobots darting off to get their sparklings and personal belongings. The Unspeakable was already striding from the room, Prime walking in step beside him as they almost sprinted past the offices lining the corridor.
"Where do you want us?"
"Gone."
"What?!" He caught him by the arm, refusing to let him leave without explaining himself. "You cannot be serious-"
"I want you to take your people and go to the new base while we stay here. We will rendezvous with you when we can-"
"-No, absolutely not."
"-We don't have time for this-"
"-We are not leaving-"
"-You have to-"
"Sam!" Orion threw open one of the empty office doors, pulling the human in and slamming it shut. He held Sam's other arm tightly, begging him to look him in the eye, "I will not let you do this-"
"You have no choice!" The Rebel hissed back, jaw tight. "You have to go-"
Sam almost jerked as Orion snarled at him, his entire frame trembling, fury radiating from every inch.
"I WILL NOT LEAVE YOU HERE TO DIE! I WILL NOT LOSE YOU!"
His hands shook as he refused to move his gaze from his human's, his voice dropped to a near-whisper, "I cannot lose you." he repeated, looking so terrified that Sam felt his heart break. He closed his eyes and took a ragged breath, lips trembling.
"Don't make this harder than it already is-"
"-Please don't leave me-"
"-Orion, I-"
"-I love you. I love you. Please, Darlin' -"
"Dammit, Orion!" He forced himself to look away, swallowing harshly. "You can't help me! Primus, Sweetheart, you can't fight them! The Elites are an ancient group, if certain people found out you, the leader of an alien fraction living on earth, had fought against their own people? You'd all be kicked off the planet faster than you could process the thought! You can't fight-"
"Come with us then!" The mech practically begged, shaking his head when Sam shook his own.
"We need to hold them off, to give you a chance to get away. We can't-"
"-Darlin', please-"
Sam leaned up and kissed him, Orion kissing him back frantically, backing him up until his back was against the door. He dropped his hands to Sam hips and lifted him up, Sam legs wrapping around his waist as Orion kissed him desperately. After a few seconds the human broke away, panting harshly.
"Orion-"
"Sam, please-"
He turned to face the mech head-on, locking their eyes.
"Orion, listen to me. I love you, but I need you to trust me. This is my fight. They are coming here because of me, first and foremost."
"You shouldn't have to fight this alone-"
"-I won't be. The other Rebels-"
"-Sam..."
"Orion, your people need you to lead them now. Take them away from here and we'll meet with you later. You fight with us and you have to leave the planet. You let us fight and we will meet with you later."
Orion stared at him for a long moment, before finally shutting his eyes and resting his forehead over Sam's heart.
"Promise me you'll come home." He whispered, choking down his fear. Sam ran his fingers through his dark hair, pressing a soft kiss against it.
"I promise I'll do everything I can."
It was the best, the mech knew, he could get.
"Are we really running away?" Ironhide's arms were crossed tightly, annoyance leaching off him. Prime nodded sharply, expression unmoving.
"This is not our fight."
Ironhide let out a frustrated huff, transforming quickly and opened his door for Will to lock Annabelle and Freeze-flame into their car-seats in the back, Will then climbing into the front.
Prime flicked his optics over to where the Rebels were huddled, twenty-three of them grouped tightly, dressed in black and turning over weapons in their hands. Three pairs were off to the side, the three Rebels who could not fight saying goodbye to their lovers. The halves that were staying all knelt down and pressed a kiss against their Pledge's stomach, saying goodbye to their unborn children before straightening and leading them to the Autobots who were taking them away from the danger.
Optimus continued to let his optics drift, finally landing on the figure kneeling on the ground just off from the group. Quickfire had her helm tucked under Sam's chin, tiny fingers gripping his shirt tightly. The human rested his chin on her helm and shut his eyes for a moment, the prayer for the safety of his daughter he whispered soundlessly easy for all to see. He stood, lifting her onto his hip and walking over to the waiting Bots, giving them their first proper view of the Rebel uniform.
The top was a plain black shirt with a similar zip-up jacket over the top. The jacket was high-collared to protect the neck and long sleeved, made of a tough material which was hard to tear, yet easy to move in. The jacket also had a hood which covered the Rebel's face and which was rolled up and tucked inside the back of the jacket when not in use. Each of the black fingerless gloves had a pouch on the back of the hand with a tablet in it. The one on the right hand was a strong painkiller, while the one on the left was a strong dose of Belladonna (a poison which would drop the intaker's heart-rate so low down, they would appear dead. As Elite custom dictated that all POWs who died in their 'care' had to be returned to the opposing side, it was hoped that if in an event of capture, the small pill could possibly save a life). Dark trousers which had pockets down the side were made of the same material as the jacket, and were tucked into sturdy, knee-high boots. Sam's Schiavona was strapped across his back and his daggers were strapped to his thighs, both within reach at a moment's notice.
Orion knelt down and took the tiny femme from him, brushing his finger against Sam's cheek as he did so. He transformed around the little femme, placing her on the berth in his sleeper section as he did so. Sam stepped forward, the walls that had sprung up behind his eyes again to hide his true fear lowered slightly to let his love for the two Cybertronians bleed through. He placed his hand on Orion's bonnet for a moment, then backed away, his fingers trailing like he never wanted to stop touching him. His hand drifted in mid-air for a moment, then the walls snapped back into place and he gave a cut nod, turned, and walked over to the other Rebels.
It was an unspoken rule between the two. Neither of them ever said the word 'goodbye'. It was too cold, too dangerous, too...ultimate.
Prime's engine roared and he cut a sharp U-Turn and shot out of base, the other Cybertronians following him with Ironhide in the rear.
12 minutes
The Rebels spread out, eyes on the horizon. The air was still and silent, each figure was unmoving and unblinking as they waited. The sun had almost completely sunk under the horizon, the sky fading to a deep red.
Blaze smirked, though there was no humour in his eyes as he softly began to sing the rhyme taught to all Elites during their training.
"When the sky is clear and blue; those at war will return as one."
When the sky is dark and grey; those at war will leave behind some.
When the sky is black and cold; those at war will leave their core.
When the sky is bloody and cruel; those at home will wait no more"
3 minutes
The Unspeakable glanced at his wrist, checking the Autobots status. The Autobots had to get right off his scanner to be safe, because if he could see them, it was certain the Elites could as well.
He turned to Blaze, the blonde trailing his fingers up the arrow notched on his bow. "Take a few onto the roof."
Blaze stared back at him, eyes disproving at the idea of being separated from his partner, but nodded. He walked away from the Unspeakable and made a few sharp gestures, three Rebel immediately following him onto the roofs.
The teen took a second to steady himself and turned to face the Rebels, making a quick gesture. They reacted at once, splitting into five lines, the first two with four to a line, the second with five. The remaining filtered into the last line with Shadow standing at the centre. The Unspeakable looked at all of them, making sure to make eye contact with each of them as he spoke.
"We cannot let this line fall. The ones that are coming here tonight are neither our friends nor our family. They have come here to kill us and kill our allies. We will not let them succeed."
The Rebels shouted out an echoing agreement, standing to attention. He nodded and turned to face ahead again.
The second stretched for an infinity, then the black cloaks appeared out of the shadows like demons come to drag them back to hell
SORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYS ORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYSORRYS ORRYSORRYSORRYSORRY
SORRY!
I know it's been ages but after I posted chapter 34 my muse, in the words of Vic from Pierce the Veil, decided to 'jump off of this Jersey bridge'.
BUT HERE! IT'S TWO CHAPTERS TOGETHER! There was Sam/Orion fluff and Sparklings and new bots and Orion and Sam finally realising that there will be times where they have to do the hard thing and what's best for their people and not themselves and Rebel niceness and now SHOWDOWN IN NEXT CHAP!
Also, the whole Elita-Optimus-Ironhide-Chromia family tree will be sorted out!
So, how are you guys? I'm pretty good, I've finished Supernatural and am waiting for the next one on Thursday (I get it a day late due to timezones) AND OH NO IF YOU ARE REVIEWING AND SAW THE LAST EPISODE MENTION IT TO ME CASUE HOLY CRAP THAT WAS HEARTBREAKING (AS USUAL)
And DOCTOR WHO IS BACK YES YES YES IT IS BACK AND CLARA AND 11 AND DID YOU HEAR ABOUT THE 50TH EPISODE!?
ABOUT WHO IS COMING BACK?!
AS IN, WHO WAS PULLED APART IN DOOMSDAY AND THEN AGAIN IN JOURNEY'S END?! DO YOU KNOW WHO I'M TALKING ABOUT BECAUSE IF YOU DO AND ARE REVIEWING PLEASE MENTION IT
I WANT TO FANGIRL WITH YOU PEOPLE DON'T BE SHY! PLEASE PM ANYTIME I LOVE FANGIRLING TO YOU LOT! XD XD XD XD
OH! Got my report and got an A*, 5 A'S AND 4 B'S AND TWO OF THE A'S WERE IN ENGLISH! YOU KNOW THE ONE THAT WENT HORRIBLY LAST YEAR?! I GOT TWO HIGH A'S IN MY MOCKS! :D :D :D :D
(TRYING TO THINK OF WHAT ELSE TO SAY)
I GOT TICKETS TO GO SEE BULLET FOR MY VALENTIE AND BRING ME THE HORIZON IN AUGEST! XD XD
AND MCR BROKE UP! :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'( :'(
AND FALL OUT BOY ARE BACK! :D :D :D :D :D :D :D HAVE YOU HEARD 'MY SONGS KNOW WHAT YOU DO IN THE DARK' OR 'THE PHOENIX' CAUSE THEY ARE LEGEND-(WAIT FOR IT)-DARY!
(STILL TRYING TO THINK)
CLOCKWORK PRINCESS. OH MY GODS.
(IM NOT JOKING GUYS IF YOU ARE INTO ANY OF THE FANDOMS I MENTION PLEASE PM ME OR MENTION IT SOMEHOW CAUSE I WOULD LOVE TO TALK ABOUT THEOIRES AND STUFF!)
IRONMAN 3 REALLY SOON! AHAHAHAHAHAHAH I CANNOT WAIT
THE HOST TOO!
(I THINK THAT'S IT NOW)
(...TWENTY MINUTES LATER AND I STILL CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE SO BYE GUYS AND SORRY FOR THE SUPER LONG AUTHORS NOTE)
Star, signing off! :D