(Song by: Alesso)
(2nd POV)
"SAGE! Sage you need to see this, she, we don't know what to make of it!" Maranda was winded.
"Fuck I'm out of shape" Carrie snickered at that. But then they looked at their leader with that seriousness again, some bad shit was going down, none of them knew what to make of this.
"What's up guys" of course something else was going on. Her team was urging her to follow, apparently not able to get the words they needed out. Sage gave up trying to get them to explain everything to her, so she just sighed and followed them, she did not feel up for these games, she had so much work to do. And well, not very much time to be doing it.
They walked across the clearing, past the flight line, kept freaking walking, oh my good god where were they taking Sage? It wasn't until they got to hanger 1000. Why were they taking her to the hanger where newly arrives go? They got there just as the newly arrives were dismissed, they were going to be given a tour by liaisons and people that have been on the base for a while.
"Oh my god what the fuck" Sage laid her eyes on Starstriker, blond hair, blue eyed woman, didn't look like she aged a day since the flee of Cybertron. This was going to add some complications to the massive cluster already going on.
"What is Nemesis doing?" Bailey was right, he almost looked brainwashed walking up to her, he stopped a few feet away from her, and she looked up at him. A smile gracing her face, Sage couldn't help but to raise a brow, that and she was just confused as hell at this point.
Then something creepy as hell happened, Starstriker turned to look at the audience quietly observing her (they honestly weren't trying to hide, so the fact she spotted them wasn't the problem/issue). But the look she had on her face though, now that was unnerving, she gave a smirk at the girls, as if she was going to raise hell.
"Yeaaaaah let's get out of here." Sage pursed her lips, she was creeped out, it was time to leave.
"So what goes on there?" Megan was walking with her close friend. Out of the hangar, and away from the woman that were giving them very bad vibes. They passed some Hmmwv's that were clearly in need of maintenance, which was just the hanger over, Sage wanted to do some work there but again, pressed for time.
"Hopefully he falls for her and gets distracted henceforth leaving me alone until I can figure this shit out?" Sage pursed her lips in thought, not actually a bad idea, she needed to stay focused right now.
"I took you someone who wouldn't give Nemesis up for anything" Carrie was confused.
"It's time for him to move on, it's time for both of us to move on, it's time for me to finally die, and time for him to find a love, love that isn't as complicated" Sage snickered. It was a genuine snicker actually, she was just so tired she was slowly hitting that point where everything was just funny.
"Sage, you need to be taking it easy" Clayshah sighed. She didn't like seeing her friend so freaking sick, didn't like seeing her literally work herself to death.
"Dude. You're the one that drug me out here" Sage pointed out, raising a brow at her good friend.
They walked by the flightline again, mainly there were just cargo planes there, but there were a handful of fighters, some 16's and a few F-22's. Sage liked looking at the F-22's, the 16's on the other hand were nicknamed lawn darts for a reason. But the ones that always got her excited were the A-10 warthogs, they always made her giddy to see as she walked towards their maintenance hangar.
Sage worked on several things on base, mainly in the shop with the guys working on Hmmwv's, but she'd work on a cargo aircraft every now and then. Even if she absolutely despised working the tough books to get the directions, the system used made it so hard to find things in, it was her biggest weakness.
"I have a question, why are we in here?" Bailey asked. The jets were probably making her miss her bot back in Idaho.
"I don't know, why are you all following me?" Sage opened the door, it scraped open because of the sand on the ground, it was an older door and an older hanger, these fuckers were erected in world war two. Still standing, very impressive.
"Because we are worried about you" Carrie said with a lot more sass than anything. Sage turned the corner, using the hand rail of the stairs for a sharper turn as she began climbing stairs, all the girls following her.
"You guys can't worry forever, nor will you be able to anyway, hell, even for long" Sage went through another set of doors upon getting to the top of the stairs, she felt like she was hiding. Sage leaned over the railing, looking at the meanly painted attack aircraft with a small smile, man these aircraft were fearsome, loud and slow too, but man were they fearsome.
"Stop talking like that, you'll make it out of this alive" Bre gave a frown as she leaned over the railing too, naturally finding the little planes cool herself.
"I have every odd stacked against me, add the fact another one just popped out of nowhere, no idea where that's going to play or strike. That and we're all tired, we are all in need of good rest, we've been fighting for a long time, maybe if the worst were to happen, it'd be for the best" Sage pursed her lips, she felt Bre take her hand, and give it a squeeze. Sage didn't want to look up, she blinked once, and felt a rush of emotions, and her true and long build up exhaustion. Or maybe that was everyone's around hers exhaustion, it was radiating, she wanted to give up, but she wouldn't let them give up. She was a hypocrite like that.
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Nemesis couldn't help but to be captivated by the new blonde femme, she looked so much like Sage but she wasn't and he felt something in his spark pull. His curiosity grew with this femme, he needed to talk to her, and she acted more bubbly than he thought, more trusting, and all in all: less confusing.
Something about this femme was more relaxing, it drew him to her, Sage didn't want to answer his questions. Something within him told him that she could answer some questions…
(1st POV)
"You find them?" Clayshah heard Inferna call from a decent distance.
"Hell yeah, way ahead of you" Clayshah was faster with a scan tool than most even knew. She was finding bot survivors left and right, freeing them and starting repairs. They were with some rescue bots, the Autobots and Elementals were surprisingly working very well together. A couple green bots: Boulder and Hound were what they went by, Hound being pretty damn good at tracking Clayshah had to admit. And Boulder better with civil engineering, he was good with the rescue and repairs.
Well, he was a rescue bot after all, and he did his job pretty well from what his group could tell, Clayshah was used to healing and fighting but rescuing bot civilians from a Decepticon tarnished city was a different story. But they all told Optimus they would help, so here they were, Ratchet even jumped in, much to everyone's glee, they could talk to him again without him getting beheaded!
"Ohhhh, that is a big fire…" Inferna said as a side note. Clayshah was helping a civilian mech while boulder and Hound were unburying another one, quite useful as a team those two are. Clayshah looked at her cousin, man, she was her cousin, still a lot to take in, they were strangers mere years ago, and so much had changed.
"Heatwave, my leader, is enroute to the fire" Boulder said in his alt mode, using his large shovel on said alt mode to move large pieces of rubble very carefully, there were several frames under this one.
"Well, he's not going to be there soon enough, that fire is moving hella fast" Inferna let her wings erupt from her wings, both as showing off and well, she just felt like it. Then in one flap she shot off the ground and headed towards the fire, Clayshah watched her for a moment then went back to delicately picking up debris and shrapnel so she could solder and weld her newest patient.
Her little pale skinned hands moved very quickly, so skillfully, she's been working on Cybertronians for plenty long enough to know the little tricks and ways to go about things, needless to say it showed. She kept working but when a shadow loomed up over her she needed to investigate, they were still in a warzone after all, so staying alert would be a wise choice. She looked up to see Hound, he seemed to be watching, which made her suspicious but she didn't think too much of it, he was her ally right now.
"May I help you, Hound was it?" The green mech suddenly had a small, gentle, and friendly expression, which made Clayshah drop her suspicion, damn, what a power there, people kept saying his olfactory sensors were his greatest weapon?
No, stop, it is illegal to think of any of the bots as anything more than comrades, relations between the bots and Elementals was still fragile, it was a temporary law until things smoothed out. But it is still in place so important and big things could be accomplished. Rightfully so.
"Ah, yes ma'am, we found 4 more survivors" He said calmly, his smile was gone, but his optics were still gentle.
"Roger, I'll be over there in a minute, can you flag Optimus over? This patient is stable, is Ratchet close by?" Hound perked his head, thoughtfully at her questions, then nodded.
"Yes ma'am, on the other side of the hill, looking like he's finishing up a couple patients himself, working in the pits has really helped his speed and precision" Hound informed. No freaking way, Ratchet was going to Kaon, and worked in the pits? That was literally the equivalent of the elemental's equivalent of the 'nest' except the pits were in the ghetto.
"He said after your Prime saved his son, he was inspired to do what he could to keep helping those less fortunate, including slaves in the pits or those who just fight there to meet end's meet, he also found a couple young warriors he'll be bringing in" Hound explained, easily reading the expression on the earth girl's face.
"Well good for him. There, done. Just be careful in moving him, he'll be safe for travel" Hound very carefully picked him up, making sure not to mess up her work, and went to find Optimus.
"Hey little squishy!" And there was Bulkhead. Clayshah rolled her eyes at him, but at the same time she found him hilarious, he was a big burly green mech, Supereon deemed them as a whole: "big green" they all worked great together, man could Bulkhead lay down some arsenal on the enemy.
"My name is Clayshah" She reminded him, snickering as she got to the next patients, calming them down and suppressing their pain with coding and Cybertronian sedatives. Where she began to wumbaw on her work, stabilizing them, she can get her team back at camp that she's been tirelessly teaching, to do the cosmetics and more.
"Yeah, ok, Clayshah, anyway we got incoming" He causally said, getting a large gun ready to fire
"Well, that right there would be a cluster fuck" Hound walked up to her, but stepped away when he saw her wing flare-up, and she took to the sky, within seconds, the second the Decepticon stragglers saw her, they turned the other way and took off. She raised her hand and rocks along with minerals were crushing the surface they were just on, no she wasn't attacking the fleeing bots, she was just making sure they would not be coming back soon.
"Well, you're no fun" Bulkhead slung his gun to his shoulder again, looks like he wouldn't be needing this.
Over on the other side, still within Clayshah's previous work area, Inferna confronted a building, shit was so on fire, in fact the whole little "suburb" of housing units were. Time to really test her power, she could do this, she's been practicing, she raised her hands, eyes glowing red, and she swiftly moved her hands apart, a shockwave formed from it, blowing the large mass of fire out.
Now it was time to find survivors, Inferna was pissed, her stupid father could have told her about her abilities, she could have saved that mother and child. Aquarius wouldn't have had to do what she did either, she could have controlled it and known better, they both changed since that day. Inferna just hoped it was for the better that she changed.
The Pyro was snapped out of her thoughts by sirens, going out of the charred to shit house she was checking, and looked out, to see a couple rescue bots, a helicopter and a fire truck were on the scene.
"Running a little late boys?" Inferna smirked, then went back into the house, doing another sweep, luckily nothing so far, she stepped out to go to the house next to it.
"Optimus said you Elementals were efficient in battle, he never said anything about rescuing" The firetruck said after he transformed.
"If it makes you feel better, we didn't know if we fell under your definition of efficient in rescuing either" She said, clearly focused on the task at hand and not really paying attention to him, which he didn't mind, they were here to rescue, not socialize.
"You guys got names? Or do I just call you chopper and fire truck" Inferna snickered as she made it through another house, spotting a survivor, they were unconscious, but not permanently offline. Inferna transformed into a red femme, come on, they are gods to an extent, gods were notorious for transforming, Starstriker just discovered said abilities earlier for some reason. She lifted the femme very carefully up and out of the housing unit.
"Name is Heatwave" He said, then had to do a double take when he saw her as a femme, low key giving her a confused expression, if that was still her.
"And I'm Blades!" The orange and white chopper Rescue bot exclaimed excitedly, aw, so cute and cheerful even in a warzone, Inferna like him.
"Well, nice to meet you two" She transformed after very carefully and gently setting the injured femme in the middle of the cul-de-sac, so no falling debris in any of the buildings could hurt her should they fall.
"Are you uh. Are you one of the generals of the Elementals?" Heatwave couldn't help but to ask. He knew a descent amount about the elementals, he knew some were "blessed" (as they called it) with abilities, some just stuck to their swords that could encase themselves in aura. But the Generals and their prime or "Supereon" as they put their leader as, they were the deadliest and most efficient.
"Well obviously she's a general heatwave, she just wiped a fire out with the wave of her hands. That was so cool, I'm excited to work with you" Blades was showing his giddy self. He was so genuinely happy, it was nice to see, yes, he will make a great little buddy.
"I've decided I like you Blades, it'll be a pleasure working with you too" Inferna snickered, grinning at the orange bot.
"Now, we here to socialize? Or are we here to rescue?" Inferna turned back to the houses, and headed back in wearily, kind of, this thing could probably collapse on her afterall.
"Right" She heard an agreeing smile in Heatwave's deep vocals respond, as he started to pick a house as a starting point.
(many notes today guys! I'm seeing more action so I want to update more!
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selfless1978: yes there are a good handful of those mother faqers that need a highfive. In the face. With a chair. lel, ty for reviewing girly!
Shoutouts:
You can thank Devastator1776 for this update a lot. He binged my story and made my day by conversing with me on kik. Thank you Dev!
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