Chapter 53
"A Sun-Eater?" Gears repeated. She felt a shudder ran down her spine, "what the hell is that, Dem? It sounds...horrible."
"Is that what was in your nightmare? Its scary," Critter added softly.
"Impossible," Jolt said softly. His eyes seemed unfocused, like he was deep in thought. He was tense, but Gears noticed that he never shifted away from Demona or dropped her hand. He actually had his fingers locked between her's.
Wait, are aliens supposed to hold hands? Gears blinked, and with a little scowl she shoved the random thoughts right out of her head, "You said that it's a machine, right?"
"It's just a legend," Jolt started, focusing on Demona, "you honestly believe...that it exists?"
"What else would have the power to obliterate a sun?" Demona asked, "think about it, Jolt. The first Primes were the ones to build it, only a descendent can destroy it."
Gears raised an eyebrow, looking back and forth between them. She let Critter down when he started to wiggle, and he crawled over to Sundance who was busy trying to bury herself between Demona's toes. The little baby squealed happily when Critter wrapped his arms around her from behind.
Apparently, she'd made a good point because the boy didn't say anything for a long minute. He seemed to slacken a little in defeat, "This is not good."
"What are you two going on about?" Gears finally cut in, "c'mon, clue the poor 'fleshlings' in on what the hell you're saying."
Demona cast her an apologetic look, "The Sun-Eater is just as it sounds. It is an ancient machine that harvests energy by destroying suns."
Gears felt her heart squeeze. She stared up in silence. Pockets was the one to ask, "and it's here, on Earth?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure?" Jolt asked.
"Yes. I remember Megatron speaking of it once, long ago. It's been here all this time."
"What do we do?" Gears said softly, lifting her eyes to the sky. The Sun-Eater... "If Megatron activates it..."
"All life on earth will perish," Demona replied, "this planet will become an empty husk."
"Like Cybertron," Jolt added quietly.
"So, basically...our only hope is to find the machine first," Pockets looked at Gears, "and pray like hell we can get rid of Megatron."
"Even if we found the machine, we would not know how or have the power to destroy it," Demona corrected, "'our only hope' is to find the key before they do."
"Wait, there's a key?"
"Well, a key is a light term for it...but yes. Megatron needs to locate the key before he can activate the machine," Jolt passed his gaze over Gears and her sons before he looked back at Demona.
"Great...how do we find it?" Gears asked.
Demona faced the blue autobot, "Would Ratchet or Ironhide know...?"
"No, this is before them, before any of us," he answered, "How will we find it?"
Gears looked back and forth between them. After a few turns, she settled her eyes on her daughter, watching the way how she turned her gaze towards the horizon in her search for answers. Her gaze seemed to brighten and she turned back to him, "A Seeker."
"A what?" Gears asked, taking a step back. A fucking seeker? Starscream? Oh hell, girl, you've really gone off the deep end now...For a brief moment, she considered calling Ratchet to make sure she was still good in the noggin, but then she looked up at Jolt. He wasn't at all worried. Surprised maybe, but not worried. The surprise turned into confusion, "Seekers?"
"No, one Seeker."
"What the hell are you thinking, Demona?" Gears snapped, "you plannin' on having Starscream and his amigos over for lunch or something? You going to discuss shoes and purses over tea?"
Pockets stiffened, grimacing. She knew he was remembering the day he spent in that damnable cage. In a single motion, Demona dropped down, careful not to smash any of them, and sent the boy a soft look, "No, Gears. Not those seekers. Many years ago, before any of you were born, a decepticon designated The Fallen sent Seekers out to search for the key to the Sun-Eater. They have been dormant on earth for hundreds of years."
Gears' eyes widened, "You mean those bastards have been here all this time?"
"Yes."
"I don't see what the difference is, considering they're still decepticons."
"I agree," Jolt stated, also kneeling beside them. He sent her a concerned look, "what good could possibly come from finding them?"
"Not all of them," Demona gently lifted her baby and Critter in her hands, keeping them cupped together so the two had room to stretch out, which they did happily. "He's a powerful Seeker that risked his life to throw The Fallen off course when they grew close to finding the key."
"He defected, like you?" Pockets seemed to snap out of his memories.
Demona nodded, "And I bet you he'd be willing to help."
"Demona..." She lifted her eyes almost innocently to Jolt at his tense tone. He squinted at her, "whatever you've got planned in your processor..."
Gears smiled despite the gravity of the conversation when she tried, "We need to find him. I won't be gone long, Jolt-"
"No," Jolt said, "not by yourself."
"Then come with me," her eyes gentled, "and I won't be alone."
He hesitated, but caved in with a simple nod. Pockets asked, "Do you even know where to look?"
"I have an idea," Demona answered, "but we need to leave soon."
"The docks are closed."
"Then we'll open them."
"That damn liaisons going to be all over our asses," Pockets muttered. Gears blinked at him, "Who gives a crap?"
"Sis, what's this guy's name?" Critter asked. Demona turned her red eyes down towards him and gently ran a thumb down Sundance's side.
"His designation is Jetfire."
Kinda a blah chapter... whoops. Sorry guys. ^^ and OMG, Jetfire! :3
Love to the readers.
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