Scrap. It's bad enough that the engine's slowing down just enough to piss off her royal majesty." Kclayna cussed, barging down the hallway to sick bay, Senti's annoyed words echoing in her audio receptor. She gasped and slapped her forehead slightly, seeing the sick bay doors. "And I've got to check on my patients!" She exclaimed as she entered sick bay, then came to a sudden halt.

Joyous laughter, and typical mech boisterous chants filled the room. The Sick Bay full of injured Decepticons didn't seem to be so dark.

The Decepticons were still in stasis cuff's, and in comatose states. Swindle and Lockdown were in multiple stasis cuff's in the next room with Black Arachnia. Somewhere safe and away from Jetstorm. The Decepticons' injuries were fatal, but thanks to Kclayna's medical expertise, she managed to patch them up enough to have them be in heavy power down mode until they arrived in the Stockade on Cybertron.

But that's not what caught her attention. Jetfire, smiling excitedly, was standing next to his twin brother, who was sitting up on his own with a small smile. He was still hooked up to machines, which were humming and beating normally, and Jetstorm's husk was healed almost perfectly except for minor dents and chipped paint. The boys regarded her with over joyed optics, Jetstorm's smile grew. Kclayna, on the other hand, was too stunned to share their delight. Her processor refused to accept what her optics were showing her, it just wasn't possible. "And just what do you think you're doing, Jetstorm?"

Their delight turned into confusion, cocking their heads to the same side. Jetstorm's smile returned after a moment.

"I am to being sorry, miss." Jetstorm smiled apologetically, although both he and the other two knew he wasn't sorry at all. He stretched his arms up, and straightened his legs, kicking them back and forth. "I am to feeling better now. Much!"

"So he can leave sick bay?" Jetfire practically begged, his yellow optics gleaming and practically pulling Jestorm off the berth. Instictivly, Kclayna ran forward and gently pushed Jetstorm back onto the berth.

The heavily disappointed look on his faceplate made Kclayna's spark grow heavy and sore. That was the last thing she wanted to see. She understood how much he wanted to get out of there and back into the action. Then, she remembered Jetstrom's when he was being hauled into her Sick Bay; his husk was covered in so many dents it looked like a stampede of Dinobots stormed in and stomped on him, leaving him to rust in the dirt and dust left behind by their steps. And when she began her operation, things only seemed to escalate. His ear piercing screams echoed loudly that it could be heard in the hall, if he wasn't screaming, he was choking on his own energon, coughing and hacking up the warm, blue liquid from his pipes. His husk flailed around in a vain struggle to get away from her, absolutely terrified and traumatized while energon oozing out of the open crevices and holes. Just like any nurse, she was thankful Jetstorm didn't pick up any virus's with how opened his wounds were and the condition he was in. And like every medic, Kclayna yearned to see her patients up and at em for the battle again. But there was something about this 'rapid healing' she didn't like. But she couldn't find it in her spark to tell him no. "I need to examine him and test this 'new found strength', if I don't, Primas knows what will happen to you. You, also, need to be psyched evaluated before even going back onto the field."

Jetstorm glanced at his brother, disappointment still heavy on his faceplate, then he turned his attention back to Kclayna. He sat up right, rested servos on his knee pads and began swinging his legs again. "Can you examine now?"

Kclayna opened her mouth valve to disagree, then she closed it. Why fight with a patient in an argument like this? Jetstorm appeared to be in perfect condition, despite his mysteriously rapid progress. If anything, he seemed like a perfectly healthy young bot.

"As if I have anything else to do." Kclayna grumbled to herself. She sighed and rolled her optics in defeat. "Well, might as well. Sit still." Kclayna grabbed the cart full of her medical tools and gently pulled it to her. walked over to the monitor, and began to type on the key board. "I'll have to check your internal structure, make sure that electrocution didn't do anything permanent."

Kclayna uploaded Jetstorm's file, and her jaw dropped. Jetstorm was much better, although not 100 percent, he was fit to leave sick bay and back to duty.

"This is impossible. The damage done to you was massive, there is no plausible way you could have healed so rapidly."

"I have." Jetstorm argued, swinging his legs over and slid off the berth. He smiled proudly at his brother, enjoying the feeling of standing on his own landing pads again.

"Easy there, sport." Kclayna walked over to him, and examined his exterior. No damage but scars showed on his husk. She checked his optics, which were working perfectly and no dents showed on either side of his helmet. She took a few steps back and gestured for him to walk to her. With the same proud smile on his faceplate, Jetstorm practically ran up to her which startled Kclayna.

"Well, I guess you're good to go. Any complications-hey hold it!" Kclayna shouted, grasping Jetstorm's arm before he could get out the door. Jetstorm froze, his servos clenched into a tight fist, and fear crossed his optics. Kclayna immediately dropped his arm and took a step back. "Sorry, sometimes I forget what you went through." She took a deep breath and refocused. "Since you're all about getting right back out into the battle field, I want you to do me a favor."

"Oki for doki." Jetstorm said with a light voice print.

"Go down to the engine room, and find out why the ship's main engine is going so slow. If you can fix it, do it, if you can't fix it, then call Data or Muse and they'll do it."

"Got it."

"Well, you sure are an attractive one aren't you."

Jetfire and Jetstorm paused after entering the engine room, glancing around the dim engine room for the source of the femme voice. Jetfire, still glancing around, turned the corner and bumped into Kross. Startled, Kross dropped the tools with a loud clank and Jetfire tripped and fell onto her. She screamed and quickly shoved him off, Jetfire scrambled back onto his landing pads. He was a mixed of being flustered and aggravated because Jetstorm was off to the side laughing hysterically. Jetfire glared at his brother which quickly muted him, but he was still snickering.

"Wowza, you move fast." He turned his attention back to Kross, gathering her mess of tools into her long arms. She stood up with a seductive smirk on her lips, a twinkle showed in her dark optics.

"Whoa." Jetstorm whispered, nudging his brother forward.

"Not you, blue. The red one."

"Red?" Jetfire glanced down at his husk. With the shadows, parts of his husk did look like a deep orange almost red color.

"Good question. Why red? Is that your code word for hot?" She winked with a small, her smile grew. Suddenly, they heard a small clank and the whir of an engine, and Kross grew til she was at Jetfire's height. Jetfire blinked, uncertain of what he saw. He could've sworn she was nearly a head smaller than he. She took a large step forward til she was close enough to hear the hum of his engines, their optics meeting. Jetfire gulped, his body suddenly frozen on the spot. "Fair warning, sport, I like to be a bit taller than any mech I'll meet. But for you, I'll be nice and be at your height. I like your little golden optics, got that perfect shine to it."

"W-w-who..." Jetfire choked, confused and bashful. This was the first time a girl was flirting with him instead of it being the other way around.

"Kross, is the name." She introduced with pride, her orange diamond sized optics twinkled and a servo rested on her hip pads. "You got one, or should I just guess since you all of a sudden shut up? Rumor is there's already one Red on this ship, and he's a lot bigger than you."

"Hey!" Jetfire shouted, clenching his servos into fist. He stopped, checking his temper and ensured himself his husk wasn't burning. To his surprise, he didn't even feel his body heat index grow hot at all, if anything, he felt the same.

"'Hey' ain't a name." Kross stated, gaining his attention again. "Come on an' tell me already! I hate being kept waiting."

The Jettwins glanced at each other, one was aggravated and the other was smiling encouragingly.

"Jetfire."

Kross scoffed then chuckled lightly. "Not very creative. Fire, hence the colors on your exterior. And Jet? I'd love to see that."

"You grew taller, then become smaller." Jetstorm mentioned in a questioning tone, hearing his twin brother give a light frustrated growl. Jetfire was not only aggravated by this out of the blue flirt, she was also insulting him like it was a game. Jetstorm remembered, as sparklings, Jetfire's rage and what happens to his enemies. Right now, in a small engine room, was not the time to burst into flames.

Kross, with a smile that said 'I got an idea', glanced at him.

"Oh, this is gonna be great. Almost perfect. Stay!" She exclaimed, she stretched her left arm into the other room. Both mechs' optics went wide with shock, watching her arm with awe. Then they heard a loud yelp, Kross's arm retracted back into the room, half dragging a white and bright blue femme into the room. She was pulled next to Kross with a baffled expression. Jetstorm gasped softly, his system froze and his mouth valve dangled open slightly. As if responding to his gasp, she met his gaze with beautiful, bright blue optics and her jaw dropped slightly. Her faceplate turned pink and hot, her optics turning away from Jetstorm, and then back to him.

"Uh...um..."

"AH HA! Can I call them or what!? I knew you'd like blue boy, he is so your type." Kross smirked again, elbowing Kree.

"I...what..wait...no...I mean..." She stuttered, her attention jumping back to Jetstorm. She covered her mouth valve in embarrassment, her faceplate turning red again as everyone's optics turned directly at her. "I...I...I..."

"Nah uh!" Kross wrapped her arm around Kree's tense shoulder pad before she could run away. Jetstorm suddenly felt a strong urge to pull her away from Kross, the expression on her faceplate telling him she didn't want to be in the room. "Don't you even think of running off! I think it's about time you find someone to court."

"COURT!?" Jetstorm and Kree shouted simultaneously, Kree began to squirm uncomfortably, trying to break free of Kross's grip.

"Alright, fine. Maybe the step before courting, that's what I plan to do with Jet here." She winked at Jetfire again, who felt his own faceplate grow hot in a bashful way. Of course, he also felt flattered. "Well, now that's settled, let's hop to a different subject. Blue boy here mentioned my incredible and fantastic ability to stretch beyond standard limits. I can grow to enormous heights and can reach anything and everything off the furthest and highest shelf. I am also gifted with engineering skills." She lifted her spare servo to her lips and blew on the top like a human just finished painting her nails. Then she looked back at Jetfire. "What you do Jet boy? Fly around pretending to spit fire?"

Jetfire scowled, flattened his servo in front of her and summoned a small ball of fire to the center of his servo. Kross glanced down at it, unimpressed.

"So what?"

"If I wish, I could throw this and start great big fires!"

"What's holding you back?"

"I am in a tight space, you flat cog! I am not dumb enough to do such a thing!"

"Aw, he's so cute when he get's defensive."

Suddenly, the four bots were thrown to the wall, crashing and landing on top of each other.

"The slag was that?!" Kross shouted, shoving Jetstorm off of her and pulled Kree onto her landing pads. Then the room shook again. "Get to the control room, help them up here. I'll handle things here."

Nodding, Kree took one last glance at Jetstorm, and was gone in less than a second.

"Come on, get up." She grabbed Jetfire and Jetstorm, hoisting them back onto their landing pads. Then a loud hiss echoed throughout the room, the engine room became over overbearingly hot. "We gotta cool down these engines, fix that hole up there, get things back up to snuff before we're all in the scrap heap. How good are you two with engines?"

"We use to work with them before becoming Junior Officer."

"Good, give me a hand."

"We've been hit!" Senti shouted, struggling to hold herself up right in the shaking control room. She grabbed the edge of the chair and accidentally tripped Kree as she was running in. Screaming, Kree somersaulted and rolled into Blitz. Quickly, Kree got back onto her landing pads and dashed over to Senti yammering as much as she couldand coughing about the engine room. Blur ran over and covered Kree's mouth valve with his servo, and repeated what she said much slower. Senti tried to ignore the overloading feeling in her system and focused on saving her ship. "Hit the emergency back up on everything! Data, Muse, I want this ship fixed and steady again before we're melted!"

"Everything?! What do you mean by everything. ma'm!?" Oilette shouted, baffled and over whelmed by the amount of buttons in front of her. Her shaky servo digits hovered over the buttons, frantically trying to decide which button to hit. "I wasn't exactly filled in on these controls!"

"You're a second in command and have no idea how to control this ship!?" Sari screamed, flying and dodging every bot falling her way.

"New ship, new controls!"

"Whoa! Houston we're going down!" Data screamed, stumbling over to the monitor. She spun around, pointing to the control panel where switches with a red tip were pointed down wards. "See those switches? Press them up! That's all the back units! Anything from the generators to the de-frost!"

Oilette immediately went to work; she flipped every switch and waited for something to happen. The ship took another hit, and the alarms sounded louder. Oilette shot the switches down, then back up. When nothing happened, she continued trying until slammed her servos onto the counter in utter frustration." Scrap! They're not working!"

"Keep tryin, Lettie! Over ride, girl!" Muse and Data shouted over each other, struggling to keep up with the rapidly descending ship.

"Regain control! Get us leveled for Primas sake!" Senti commanded, stumbling around everyone else. The ship was hit again, knocking everyone off their landing pads. "Whoa! Watch out! I'm missing one of my engineers because she refuses to leave her patients! Come on! Give me something! Running out of options fast!"

"Right rear was hit hard, LS!" Data screamed, pointing at the screen. Quickly, she dropped down and pulled out a red tool box. "We don't get it fix, we're scrapped!"

"That ain't gonna work!" Muse shouted at her as Data went to work underneath the monitor. "We gotta get out there, like outside the ship! Newsflash; who here flies?!"

"Where are the twins?!" Senti shouted.

"Down in the engine room, extensive damage!" Kree managed to scream.

"Star!" Bumblebee picked himself up and ran over to Star, who had somehow managed to hold on to the wall without falling. He was, also, keeping Wreck-Gar, the Constructicons and Dinobots in one area of the room. "You're a flyer, you can transform into a jet. We need those right now!"

"Sorry, but this is no time for jokes!" He shouted.

"No! I'm serious! See this!?" Bumblebee turned Star around, slamming his servos onto Star's stabilizers. "Those are wings! All ya gotta do is transform, fly out there and save us!"

"We need help now!" Senti screamed, grabbing the steering wheel and pulled it back and up. "We're going down way too fast! We will crash and burn!"

"So we just crash!?"

"Yes, but if I keep pulling up..." Senti stopped, pulling the wheel up ward again. Bumblebee turned back to Star, bracing for an argument. But Star was already gone and they heard an alarm. Then, a few moments later, Senti and Bumblebee felt the ship straighten out and was descending at a slightly slower pace. They were still going to crash, but it would do less damage at this speed. The ship tilted forward slightly, and took a nose dive into a rooftop. Every bot in the room shot forward, landing hard against the windshield and piling on top of each other.

Sari opened her eyes, and saw she was encompassed in darkness. She heard the voices of the transformers as they climbed off each other, and a bright light blinded her. Looking up, she was thrilled Bumblebee had shielded her from the pile on.

Muse and Data ran to the outside and around to the front of the ship to see Star brushing his servos together, and stretching his arms.

"How did-"

"Whoo! That was insane!"

"We landed on top of a building, I think it may have been a prison." Star informed, looking around the area he landed the ship. He didn't want to land the ship on top of the building, but he truly had no choice.

"Why do you say that?" Data asked, tilting her head.

Star pointed to the bots running away from the building, some stopped to look over the ship, but kept running. "Apparently, when Senti said hit every switch, Oilette hit ever switch including the photon blasts. And a bunch of prisoners are escaping."

"Ah, let the Elite Guard handle it." Data said with a wave of her servo.

"Yeah, we got another problem to deal with." Muse added, feeling the ground beneath them shake. "Besides the ship, I think the roof's gonna cave."

"I'll see what can be done. We've got a lot of bots on board." Star decided, turning around and studied the ship. Muse and Data watched him with heavy interest, studying his husk as he knelt down, stood up and walked around again.

"I'll be a monkey wrench." Data joked, placing her servos on her hip pads. "Boys got the looks and the muscle, he'll make any femme happy if he's got smarts."

"Not just street smarts either, sista." Muse and Data giggled like two teenagers.

Star started to walk backwards at a much slower pace, stopping every so often.

"Do not move much." He said over his shoulder pads. Both femme's looked at each other, then back at him. "We landed on an old building in the middle of nowhere. And we just created a large hole."

"Well, we all can't stay on this ship if it goes down." Oilette announced from the opening in the ship. Her system shaking nervously and growing cold as her ship shook and slowly began to descend. She began to feel the ship sinking once the bots got off the windshield and stood in the control room. Keeping her emotions in check, she ordered the lighter ones to stay towards the front, and the heavier bots to spread out between the middle and ends of the ship.

"We are the others?" Star asked in a slightly louder voice print, formulating a plan.

"We're spread out. The younger, lighter and smaller ones are in the front. The rest are spread throughout the ship."

Star leaped up, transformed into a jet and flew up to the opening.

"I'm not sure how many I can hold, but I'd be able to take down a couple at a time."

"The lighter ones first." Carefully, Oilette slid to the side allowing enough space for Star to fly in.

"I'll be as quick and stealthy as I possibly can. I'll get out as many as I can."