New chapter!
Disclaimer: Don't own Transformers unfortunately.
Warnings: fighting
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Chapter 52
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"MAXI!"
Said mech was pulled off Shrapnel by his ankle, when that new being had grabbed it with that whip like tail and had pulled him off immediately. He was thrown in the air, before being pinned roughly to the rock face of the crevice. He could feel his children in his chamber as they're barely formed bodies shook from the impact.
He coughed, fear for his children gripping his very spark…..
This new Predacon looked him right in the optics, fangs bared in a snarl at him, while the foul scent of its breath filled his oral and nasal sensors. He hissed when the claw tightened its grip around him.
"Unh…" he looked the creature straight in the optics, deep depths of bright green that gazed right into his very spark. He looked right into them with brightly frightened indigo orbs.
The new creature suddenly shuttered its optics at him, as if suddenly confused—or had realized something important—and then leaned in closer to him.
….
Silversun brought out his blaster, his optics narrowed as he attempted to get the perfect aim on the beast. It was hard when he was shaking from the fact that the mech he loved, who was carrying his offspring, was pinned in such a vulnerable situation where this new enemy could easily crush him.
He needed a clean shot at its helm if he wanted the least amount of risk in hitting the Prime's son should he miss the first shot.
It wasn't easy when the femme you were riding one had that incessant humming going on from her rapidly beating wings….
….
This new Predacon snuffled its snout around Maximum's helm and chest, before pulling its head back. There was a tensed silence as the beast continued staring.
Maximum off-lined his optics. If this was the end, he didn't want to see how this creature killed him….
"...Maxi."
He stiffened, at the deep, yet unmistakably feminine vocalizer that spoke his name. He on-lined his optics and stared at her, blinking his optic shutters, before he realized something: her optics were shaped like his father's….and only Ultracia….
"Ultracia?!" he wheezed out softly in shock, barely even qualifying for a whisper.
….
"COME BACK HERE YOU EIGHT LEGGED TWERP! I'LL REARRANGE YOUR CIRCUITS SO BAD THAT EVEN A TOASTER OVEN WOULD CRINGE AT THE SIGHT OF YOU!"
"SHOCKWAAAAAAVE!"
That was what Optimus was greeted to when he entered the ground level floor after receiving a comm. link from Prowl saying there was a loud scuffle going on in the med. bay. He understood from living here in the base that the most random events took place where he least expected it and he always tried to prepare. But nothing prepared him for seeing his bond-mate with green fluids on his armor to be chasing Tarantulas through the rec. room with his swords out.
The young mech was dodging, jumping and running away from his mate's enraged driven attack while screaming for his bond-mate to come and help him.
Hidden behind an overturned table were Prowl and Jazz, whom he looked at in slight bewilderment and a quirk of his optic ridge. The two mechs returned it with a shrug as they tried to survive through the rampaging Megatron as his victim Tarantulas attempted to keep his body intact while being chased by his leader.
"Tarantulas, stop running and face me like a mech!" Megatron roared angrily, optics a bright red, very different from his indigo ones.
Prime snapped his mask on. He had only seen his mate's optics revert to that shade of crimson only when he had been royally fragged off with Wheeljack when he had signed Bulkhead and Miko to be in a monster truck rally when Miko was only entering her first trimester with her twins. The mech had almost strangled Wheeljack, the only thing stopping him was a sedative injected into his neck with the courtesy of Ratchet.
"Prime, stop him I beg of you!" Tarantulas screeched as he jumped over a med. berth.
"DON'T YOU DARE BRING MY MATE INTO THIS YOU GLITCH!" Megatron screeched at the top of his vocoder, picking up a scalpel and throwing it, missing Tarantulas' helm by a millimeter.
When the spider mech fell to the floor, Optimus then went to intervene.
"Prime. Wait!" Prowl shouted, standing up in order to move towards him.
"Prowl Wh—AGH!"
CLANG!
"OOMPH!"
Clunk!
"…..Too late Prowler," Jazz replied, as he stood up beside his mate to get a look at the damage.
He almost burst out laughing, but there was a glare directed at him, so he held it in on the inside. Prime hadn't been paying attention when he had moved and ended up slipping on some of the strange yellow liquid….and he tripped his mate in the process, causing him to land directly on him and knock the air from his vents.
The silver flier growled in pain, clutching his helm and giving a soft whine at the ache, before he realized he was on someone. His optics reverted back to their cool indigo.
Whatever angered haze Megatron had gotten himself into, it immediately wore off into concern for his bond-mate,
"Optimus…?" he turned Optimus' helm to face him, his free servo transforming into scanner to look for any damage.
"I think you broke my T-Cog…."
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Silversun clicked his blaster to the kill setting, not catching the exchanged words between the two of them.
Shrapnel was remained hovering, while growling and beating her wings at a steady pace. She knew a direct attack from her could only lead to more fighting and that she would most likely end up crushed, as well as bring more harm to the carrying mech.
SCREEEEEEEE!
Silversun stiffened, before he snapped around.
"AAAAAAAARGH!" Shrapnel was tackled down by sharp talons, with Silversun on top of her.
She landed on her side in the thick layer of the frozen surface of the stream, shattering it and half-way submerged beneath the cold wall into the water below, immediately thrashing around on instinct to break free of the tight grip on her body. This reminded of her a caved in tunnel, confusing, tight-spaced and barely room for air as she continued to try to break free.
Silversun roared as he struggled to free his arm with a successful result. On instinct, he reset to stun, aimed and fired his blaster into the first Predacon's face plate with a roar of anger. Why he had reset it, was because he only wished to get it off and killing the beast would just result in them being crushed further and getting messy.
A screech of pain echoed through the canyon, before the giant talons relinquished the grip. Shrapnel lifted her helm out of the water, before scrambling on to the ice and transforming into her robot mode immediately. Lifting bother servos, the femme Insecticon prepared for fighting.
"GUYS WAIT!"
The Insecticon turned back at the shout from Maximum. She shuttered her optics behind her visor when she saw the new Predacon—who had only just before pinned Maximum to the wall harshly, and threatened to kill him—was now gently placing him down on the hardened surface.
Silversun snapped around and aimed to fire.
"NO! Silversun don't shoot, it's Ultracia!" Maximum shouted, flailing his arms frantically.
The silver flier shuttered his optics and stared, before his jaw dropped, 'That…!" he stumbled a bit, "THAT is…?!"
Maximum nodded, still standing in front of his transformed sister protectively, his optics narrowed and antennae laid back. Like any protective older brother would be of his younger sister, be she a Predacon or otherwise, it didn't matter to him.
Shrapnel's jaw and lower mandibles dropped opened in shock.
That creature, that techno-organic being, was the sweet, harmless and shy Ultracia?!
The femme dragon smiled, revealing the row of pearly white fangs in the mouth of her alt. mode, before nuzzling her brother with her scaly snout.
SCREEEEEEEEE!
"WHOA!"
Shrapnel jumped out of the way before their opponent could sinks its tail into her spark chamber. A large crack formed in the ice, splitting it into jagged pieces, however they still remained as still as was possible but separated the group.
The femme looked down at her brother, getting in a protective crouched position should she need to defend herself and her brother. She narrowed her green optics at the mech dragon before her, bat-like wings raised in a show of warning as she roared at him.
She watched his sharp claws scrap along the jagged surface of frozen water as he returned the gesture, except this time he stood on his hind legs as a show of dominance. It was suddenly like a protective instinct had overtaken the femme and she found herself rearing back as well. The two dragons attempted to see who was the bigger, more intimidating one of the two of them.
Shrapnel looked between the two, a grim seriousness gleaming from her visor. She knew of this challenge, as it was no unusual thing for Insecticons to challenge her on a daily basis of her right to become leader of them one day. She has fought and won many battles, but this one out her on edge. Ultracia had never faced something like this before and the Insecticon femme feared her friend may lose this one as she was not prepared.
Ultracia gave another roar, making sure to try and open her wings wider, before suddenly…..
Maximum shuttered his optics in shock, as his sister's gears suddenly shifted and shaped this way and that and reforming to a robotic form. The young mech's optics widened further at the sight of the large femme.
Shrapnel covered half of her face plates to hide her deep blush while Silversun covered his optics and turned around, mumbling to himself.
The femme that stood before them was the darkest shades of silver-grey, with hints of glowing green running up her arms and legs, the sides of her abdominal plating. Her wings were folded behind her back, while her tail was now detached and hanging from one of her hips.
Horns protruded from the front of her helm and curved back and around, as a row of spikes made a trail from in-between like a human mohawk. A black tear-drop design was created under her optics, but with more freeform than a sharp point at the bottom.
She….she was exotic. Very exotic, and yet there was still a sense of beauty about her that was not in the common sense of a normal Cybertronian.
Ultracia grabbed the whip in her servo, glaring as he wings opened and reared back in her bi-pedal form. The Predacon mech before her gave a hiss with narrowed yellow optics and his tail swaying side to side like an angered tiger's. He stalked towards her, giving small growls and hisses.
The femme steadied herself on the cold slippery surface in a battle stance but only for the defensive in case this beast decided to make the first move. She gave a small growl when the Predacon continued towards her, moving back and forth like a tiger preparing to pounce.
She raised a clawed servo and motioned him forwards.
"Hit me with your best shot…"
He answered with a slight smirk before pouncing.
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Sorry for the long, long wait guys. Last weekend was I was travelling with my parents to Cape Cod, and it seems my Muse went on a vacation of her own or I lost her on the thru way and she had to walk to find me. I think she found me. Sorry, but this is the only chapter for today. Hopefully next week will have more!
I would like at least two reviews before the next chapter.
