Disclosure : I do not own Transformers Prime, it's characters, the storyline, or anything of the sort. I am simply borrowing it to place a piece of my mind in it. I only own my OC, and I will, in a sense, carry the one. I give full credit to those who have created this wonderful series, and Hasbro. Read and Review, my loves!
-Lizzzard
"Autobots," Magnus called as all of the bots settled down inside of the ship. Ratchet held me close to his chest plates as my spark spasmed out of control. "We remain vastly outnumbered, and despite our munitions, do not currently possess the firepower necessary to compromise the decepticon citadel,"
"What about us?" I spoke up, looking down at Fowler.
"Uncle Sam does," he confirmed. "I just can't let them make a move as long as Megatron's ray guns are pointed at Washington,"
"Then we must infiltrate Darkmount to nullify its fusion cannons,"
"Unfortunately," Ratchet responded, looking at me before continuing. "It seems the fortress is heavily shielded against unauthorized groundbridging,"
"Even those originating from decepticon tech?" I raised an eyebrow at him.
He nodded.
"Guess we'll have to sneak past enemy lines. … Wrecker - style," 'Jackie pounded his fists together, grinning widely.
"I couldn't deal with 'Wrecker - style' back on Cybertron," Magnus called over. "And I refuse to deal with it here,"
"Surprise, surprise," I laughed at him. "Wrecker - style is fully operational on earth; even Optimus approved."
"The last time I remember," Ratchet muttered. "'Wrecker - style' got all three of you almost killed,"
The room fell silent as we three exchanged glances. "Now," Magnus broke the silence. "We require a means of thinning the decepticon ranks to even the odds, if we're to have any hope of completing this mission," he paused for a few moments, turning to meet my optics. "Or of surviving it,"
Jack, and Miko had dispersed throughout the nation, preparing to start the first phase of the plan. Jack started, sending a single text once again. Raf monitored the screen before us. "I have five bogeys converging right on top of Jack," he reported.
"Not anymore," Ratchet stated firmly below me. I rested on his shoulder, standing with my hands on my hips. He pushed a button, a groundbridge opening next to us, Jack hopping through, He shot us a thumbs up. I turned to the screen, a comm link open.
"Miko," I called, Magnus straightening behind me. "Your turn,"
Across the nation, another signal flared, Miko's cell phone. Miko jumped through a bridge next, "I really could've used that pizza," she grumbled,
"I've tapped into the decepticon communications network," Ratchet reported. "Are you ready Jack?"
The boy cleared his throat. "Decepticon command, do you read me?"
The room was silent, before I burst into laughter, tears falling from my eyes. "I remain unconvinced," Magnus responded, looking at me with concern.
I sighed, my laughter coming to a halt. "Enhance it with static, it'll fit," I cheered, wiping tears from my eyes.
When the multiple decepticon signals converged around their intended target, Magnus turned to storm out of the ship. "Let's lock and load," he growled.
"Wait!" I called out to him. When he slowly turned to face me, I continued. "Take me with you,"
"Cara I -"
"Ratchet," I demanded, looking down at him. "I am perfectly capable of joining in on an autobot mission."
"You had your gear then," he argued. "Optimus has -"
"You know just as well as I do that he does not have all of my gear," I was glaring daggers into him, daring him to defy me.
He paused, and if he could step back away from me. "How.. did you know?"
My brain erupted into thousands of cheering sparks. "I didn't," I responded calmly. "But now I do, hand them over,"
"I advise against this," Magnus reported, walking forward. "This is uncharted territory, and with your condition I do not believe it would be beneficial towards the team,"
"Quite frankly," I turned to him, Ratchet venting a sigh and fumbling within him. "I don't give two fucks. This is my world, and Optimus trusted me to join him on missions. If he trusted you as much as everyone is telling me on Cybertron, he would trust you with me,"
Ratchet handed me two pistols and my ammunition belt. I grinned at him, turning back to Magnus. "I'm going with," I waited for him to hold out his hand.
It never came. Ratchet grumbled, providing me with the transport off his shoulder and onto the arm of the mech before him. "You'll learn to love me," I told him, scampering up his bicep onto his shoulder.
Bumblebee, Arcee, Bulkhead, and Wheeljack stood by the open ground bridge, watching the transaction with wide optics.
"Fire in the hole," Wheeljack's voice echoed through the open comm. Looking out Ultra Magnus' windshield of his ship. A massive explosion echoed below around the base of Darkmount. "Fire in another hole," he called again, another explosion echoing below.
The decepticon armada flooded the troops below, and I couldn't help but feel my spark clench in fear for my friends. After just a moment, they pulled back.
"What's going on?" I asked, looking down at Magnus.
A roar shook the walls of the ship, and I felt his form stiffen beneath me. "The .. dragon," he muttered. He pushed his ship's engines forward, and the beast appeared in his crosshairs. He fired, the shot connecting with the con as he pummeled below. I shuddered as I heard it shriek, looking towards the rearview cameras.
"It's following us," I shuddered.
"Ratchet…." he growled lowly, turning back ahead. "..Now!"
A ground bridge opened directly in front of us, Magnus pulling up at the last second. The beast, however, had no such luck. He flew through it, it closing as soon as the end of his tail disappeared.
I sighed in relief, leaning against the smokestacks mounted on the mech's shoulders. The feeling of relief only lasted but a moment as my spark clenched painfully on myself. I couldn't help the feeling of dread as it overshadowed me, and I crumbled in on myself.
"Carabelle?" Magnus rumbled in half concern. "Are you alright?"
"It's… Optimus," I groaned, massaging the area around my chest. "Something's wrong," I shuddered, pulling myself back onto my feet. "I'm fine,"
"Ultra Magnus to stealth team," he called over an open comm. "Status report,"
"Having a little trouble reaching the objective," came Arcee's report, blaster fire echoing through. "Security is tighter than we anticipated, sir,"
"Keep them occupied," he ordered, narrowing his optics.
He directed his ship to hover near an opening into Darkmount, and he pulled himself from his driver's chair. "We going in?" I asked him, securing my pistols on my thighs and the ammunition around my shoulders.
His only response was opening the hatch below, and jumping onto the metal surface below as his ship soared away. He lept through the air, firing on the screen facing through a window like structure. He fired on a few of the vehicon warriors monitoring the screen. One of them pulled away, turning to aim his blaster at Magnus' back. I pulled my pistol out, aiming true. As I disengaged the safety, I thought back to Optimus, and the many times he took me to the shooting range, teaching me to shoot. I felt Orion's hands gently brush against my own as I clutched my finger that was hovering over the trigger, I felt his hot breath down my neck as the kickback pushed against my muscles. Time seemed to return to me as the con fell to the ground, my spark flaring in anger.
The two of us exchanged a look, before Magnus cocked his gun. I was stunned back to him as he released a cry of surprise, and his weapon shot from his hands and clattered onto the ground.
"Ultra Magnus," a raspy voice echoed from above. I turned towards it as a familiar grey form fell from below. "Allow me to venture," he grumbled. "You intend to disarm my fusion cannons by disabling their powercore,"
"Indeed, Megatron," Magnus responded, his form straightening below me. His voice was strong, and without any other sound other than pride. "And you are standing in my way," He transformed his servos into blasters, firing onto the con as he charged him.
As he and Megatron connected, I lost my balance and fell to the metal below. I rolled my connection, pain erupting into my spine as I rolled to a stop onto my back. "I see you brought a pet," The con growled during their battle, his blood red optics meeting mine for a moment. "Did you steal her from the Prime?"
I groaned, hauling myself dizzily to my feet. I watched as Megatron headbutted Magnus, sending him flailing into a wall, a shot landing just above his head as he ducked under it. He fired a few of his own to Megatron, sending the war lord to pummel towards him. I fumbled desperately for the pistol in my hands, trying to remember how it works. Looking back up, Megatron had pinned Magnus to the wall with his blasters above his head with one hand. With a battle cry, he threw a punch into his cheek, and he backed away as Magnus fell to the ground. "Ultra Magnus," he almost laughed. "You are no Optimus Prime,"
With the name, the vision from earlier flashed through me again. I held my weapon the way I remembered Orion teaching me, aiming up towards the giant con above me.
He laughed, gesturing with his own blaster at the bot below. "I don't think so," he held out a sharp, metal servo to me. "I'll be … nice," he grinned widely.
My spark clenched again as I clambered onto his awaiting claws. I dropped my pistols to the ground, as he raised to his full height. With his free servo he grabbed a hold of Magnus' forearm, dragging him behind us. His pistons groaned against the treatment as he clawed at the ground with his other servo, and I groaned at his faceplates as the turned into itself, pained optics clenched shut.
As Megatron entered open air, he tossed Magnus before him, the bot shuddering as his body came to a halt. I followed quickly behind, Megatron being so kind as to lower his hand before releasing me. I, again rolled my landing, coming to a halt near Magnus' helm. I rushed to it, searching for his optics.
"All invaders have been taking captive, Master," Starscream's pathetic voice echoed. My spark threatened to cripple me again at the thought of my family below, but I shoved it down. "There was no sign on Optimus Prime,"
"So tell me commander," Megatron growled as Magnus's frame shook. "Where might your leader be?"
A feeling of dread overtook me again. A cry of pain released from my mouth before I could even fathom the amount of pain that soared through my body as my spark flared. My shirt released a neon blue light through the fabric as my spark searched for another.
"Carabelle!" Magnus called to me, his servos encasing around me, however only for a moment. For some ungodly reason, I was able to watch as he was dragged away from me.
"I will not ask again!"
Magnus shuddered, forcing his helm to turn up toward Megatron. His voice responded in pain, and honor. "If I knew… I wouldn't tell you,"
"Very well," he grinned, a blade turning from under his blaster. "Execute our prisoners, and fire each cannon at the nearest metropolis within its sights. It is time to shown the known universe that this planet belongs to Megatron."
"Master, something's coming," Starscream reported, looking over the ledge.
My spark clenched dangerously again, pulling me towards the edge. Magnus reached for me, encasing me in his servos.
"The predacon?" Megatron asked, optics widening.
"Hm…" Starscream pondered. "Not beasty enough," he backed away as Megatron pounded forward. Magnus grunted, lifting his chest off the ground, and looking in the direction. I crumbled to the ground, my hands applying pressure to my spark, begging it to go away. "I know that color scheme," he observed.
My spark pushed me against the metal of Magnus' servo, pulling me towards whatever it was that was approaching us. "Carabelle,..." Magnus rumbled down to me, flattening his servo so I could see the form that was releasing the sound of jet engines.
"Wait, he can't fly, can he!?"
He landed directly in front of me, my optics taking in his massive form. Without hesitation, he began delivering strong, hard punches to the warlord who was towering over our crippled forms. With a final, hard punch to his chest, Megatron soared backwards, connecting with what appeared to be a throne in the center of the tower. Vehicon warriors open fired on the red and blue mech, who simply responded by releasing a massive blaster from his back, it spinning off round after round as it disabled the oppressors.
Magnus hauled himself to his peds, towering above Starscream as the smaller con backed away from my bot. He himself delivered a punch, the con flailing as he fell to the ground.
The blue optics I had fallen in love with turned towards the mech, his face mask sheathing. His frame was much more .. massive than before. He was wider, but not in a bad way. "Commander?" he rumbled in the deep, deep baritone that made my knees weak.
"Sir you're looking…." he walked towards him. I tried to follow, but my legs refused to follow my brain's command. My eyes never left that of the bot before me. "Robust. It is paramount that we disable the fusion cannons below."
"Understood," he rumbled, preparing to take off again. A pained cry released from me as my spark flared in desire, wishing to be within his hold. He paused, his optics meeting mine. He held them for a moment, before his lip plates turned up in a smile. He sheathed his mask, turning and jumping from the ledge. I watched as jet engines fired below him, and he took off away from me.
Magnus gathered me in his servos, calling across his comm. "All units….Optimus Prime has returned. I repeat, Prime is alive and quite well," As Megatron and Starscream pulled themselves from the ground, Magnus jumped off of the ledge. I was barely jostled as he landed on his ship, it soaring away as he scrambled to enter the cockpit.
My spark flared again, a burning feeling flowing through my veins, it encasing me entirely. I crumbled as Magnus sat me on the control panel, fumbling with the controls themselves. My thoughts clouded, my vision blurred. "Autobots," Magnus called loudly, my audios screaming in protest. "Clear the area!"
Somehow, despite the massive amount of pain that I was in, I was able to send out a silent prayer to whoever to care for my family below.
Magnus cradled my gently in his servos. My body was curled on itself, in the fetal position, as the light of the sun encased me as we emerged from the ship. My optics protested, despite the fact that they were closed. My audios groaned as his pedesteps thundered into them, my brain registering even the slightest movement in my body as massive pain. My whole body throbbed angrily in time with my heartbeat, which also echoed in my audios.
"Sir," his voice shook my form slightly. "I don't know…"
"Carabelle…." a familiar baritone rumbled as I slowly was lifted from the servos below me. I wanted so much to open my optics as I knew who it was that was holding me. "Cara, my spark…" I tried to at least make a sound as he cradled me close to his spark, the hum of said biomechanism echoing through my body.
"Optimus," another familiar voice called. "I am ready for her,"
Mua ha ha ha .
I have written a piece about Cara's transformation. I will update it as a one shot ((probably entitled 'Transform' or something like that. If it's something that enterests you, please read it! I'll had a bit of that in here, as well as a piece from the next chapter, which is 15 pages long, by the way.
Transformation ;;
"Y'think chief will be alright?" 'Jackie whispered down to Bulk.
"Soldiers," the commander ordered, his form straight at attention as he, himself, watched his Prime. "Despite the present circumstances, you are speaking about your Prime. Respectable pronouns will be appreciated."
Wheeljack rolled his optics, before returning back to watching Optimus.
Jack looked down at Raf. "Raf?" he asked down, trying to break the awkward silence between the ranks, the only sound being that of Optimus' pedsteps. "What're you doing?"
"Emailing Agent Fowler," he responded. "He's asking for updates on Cara's condition."
"But we don't have any!" Bulkhead argued, flailing his hands towards the closed door leading to the hallway where the three missing team members resided. "They haven't even given the boss an update!"
As if Primus himself was listening, said doors hissed open. Arcee stepped through, Bulkhead raising to his pedes as Optimus rushed to stand before her. "How is she?" he demanded her softly, his frame hunched over.
Project Predacon ;;
Ultra Magnus pounded in front of (Smokescreen), the younger bot backing away slowly. "Where have you been, soldier?" he asked.
"Scanning new war paint," he shrugged. "Thought it'd be proactive to follow Optimus' lead… and Bumblebee's," he turned to the mech who was laying down the energon cube recovered from the old base.
"Don't be pulling me into this," he buzzed, turning towards the two of them.
"Now you can look your best while stacking those empty cubes," he gestured towards the pile of empty cubes scattered across the floor.
Smokescreen bowed his helm, looking up sheepishly. "Yes, sir…" he muttered, walking towards it. I was about to argue with Magnus again, when my audios picked up on something Smoke muttered under his breath. "I was nearly a Prime, but somehow I'm still a rookie,"
Ratchet apparently caught up on it too. "What was that about 'a Prime?'"
He froze in his steps. "Uh… no, time," he turned towards the medic who was tinkering again. "Time to stop acting like a rookie." he turned back to the empty cubes.
Ratchet shrugged it off, but Arcee came to stand next to me.
"Smokescreen was the only one who went back," she mumbled down to me. "If it weren't for him,..." she trailed off, looking down at me with wide optics.
"Optimus may not be with us today…." I finished for her, my spark wrenching at the thought.
"We were under the strictest of orders," Ratchet turned towards us, pulling away from the thing he was messing with. The three of you had your partners to protect - and you had Cara. But … we are fortunate that Smokescreen is inexperienced enough not to have followed protocol."
I shot a wry glance in the direction of a certain mech who was strict on protocol.
