Note: Hi again! Uh, I made an oopsie last chapter. It's supposed to say "Have you ever heard of the Match of Leadership" not "the AllSpark". I fixed it now! It's not the biggest change in the world word wise, but it's an important part of the plot.
I got two reviews. Yay!:
Moonview: I agree on all counts.
17: Totally bringing those twins in! I forgot to say "Guessing Time" for it, but you are correct. It's be kinda hard not to be correct, but cookies to you! *Hands you a virtual cookie* About the virus, my dad refuses to let me and my brother out of the yard because of it. He did say that when he went to Walmart early in the morning, all the shelves were stocked except for napkins, toilet paper, and paper towels. What, do these people want to be wrapped up as mummies in the unlikely event that they die? Corona only kills you if you're old, or at risk. About your cat, my dog does the same thing. My brother just doesn't show up to eat his food and Lucas hops up on his chair and laps at his bowl. Then it has to go to the dog. Hungry brother, happy doggie.
Anyway, hope you enjoy. We're getting close to the end! Maybe 3 or 4 more chapters. Remember that I DON'T OWN TRANSFORMERS PRIME, and...
Bon appetit!
The moment the sun dipped behind Cybertron's horizon, the two guards went into action. They unlocked the cell and freed them from their chains. As Megatron and Scythe were rubbing their wrists, the blue one whispered, "Do everything we say and don't make a noise."
Scythe pressed a digit to her lips and the two guards led the way. They slinked through the shadows, pausing whenever another guard passed by their hiding spot. Megatron almost gave them away when he heard a young scream in the distance, but the guard soon shrugged and kept walking. After waiting a few more nanokliks to make sure he was gone, the three mechs and femme silently hurried out of the palace. Once outside, they were given light difractors to clip on so they could hide in plain sight. Once they made sure there were well concealed, the couple followed the guards to an apartment complex a few blocks away.
Knock Knock
Pause.
Knock Knock Knock
The door opened to reveal a stocky block mech. He took one look at the group and scowled. "Get in! Get in! Dreads, Quaker, what're you two thinking?! Do you want Sentinel to execute you for treason?"
"He's taken their sparkling," 'Dreads' said, gesturing to Megatron and Scythe.
"So? Sentinel's always been an aft. Sure, I wish I could do more, but-"
"That sparkling."
Shocked, the black mech repeated, "That sparkling?"
"The sparkling."
Realization dawned on the ebony mech's face as he rushed out of the main room.
"May we know the names of our rescuers?" Megatron asked.
The blue guard raised his servo. "My name Dreadwing. This is my brother, Skyquake." The green mech grunted in acknowledgement.
"And I'm Ironhide. Pleasure to the meet the mech who'll hopefully shove Sentinel's ideas up his aft where they belong," he said, dumping a pile of datapads onto the table. "So, ever heard of the Matrix of Leadership?"
x x x x x
Bumblebee peered out of the bars of the pet carrier. He hadn't been in one of these since Pitbull died, but it seemed smaller than he remembered. Or perhaps he had just gotten bigger. 'Forget the pet carrier,' he thought, 'I just wanna get away from the red demon.'
Sentinel was sitting across from him in the private shuttle. He didn't know where he was taking him, but he knew it wasn't going to be good for him if the nasty smirks he was getting were any indication of, well, anything.
He felt the shuttle slow to a stop. Sentinel jerked the crate up and Bee watched as the mech's colors changed to something duller. However, he could still almost see his true colors under the electronic paint. The scenery blurred by through the crate door, but Bee saw a gaping hole in the ground ahead of them. Was the red demon going to toss him down the hole? They walked pass a sign next to a staircase. Bee was able to read its words before they descended.
"Welcome to the Well of AllSparks!"
What did the AllSpark have to do with the Matrix?
x x x x x
"What does the Matrix have to do with anything?" Megatron asked.
"It's the symbol of a true Prime and Sentinel wants to get his greasy servos on it."
"And how does our little Bee come into the picture?" Scythe asked.
"Do you know who his sire is?" Dreadwing responded.
"We aren't sure. It might be Sentinel because of the faint bond, but they don't share any CNA," the gray gladiator said.
"Well, you're right on that," Ironhide commented. "We figure Primus connected your sparkling to Sentinel so he could have an excuse for his parentage."
"So you're saying that Bee's sire is..." Megatron trailed off. Skyquake nodded and finished his sentence for him.
"Primus."
x x x x x
The walk downstairs was taking forever. 'Why didn't they just make an elevator?' Bee thought before shaking his helm. No. If Sentinel was going where Bee thought he was going, he hoped they got lost.
A low growl echoed through the area. Bee stiffened and his senses sharpened. Another growl, coming from the left and getting closer.
Nevermind, Bee wanted to go faster now.
x x x x x
"Sentinel wants the Matrix of Leadership for himself. And with Bee's parentage, he thinks he can get it," Ironhide said.
"He's a Prime, isn't he? Wouldn't be already have it?" Scythe asked.
"There's a saying that 'from the dark, leaders rise to bring the light' or something similar to that," Dreading started. "Sentinel Prime brought the light during the Quintesson Occupation, but his old ways are suffocating our people. Cybertron is in need of a new leader, but Sentinel wants to prove that he is still worthy."
"And if he can get the Matrix, no one will be able to question him," Skyquake continued for him.
"He's probably on his way with your sparkling right now right now," Ironhide said.
"Then let's go," Megatron said, a determined look on his face. Scythe followed him with the same look.
Ironhide sputtered before saying, "Now?! At this hour?! When you've just escaped?!"
"No one knows we're gone yet. As long as we stay out of sight, we can get Bee and go home," Megatron said. "Besides, no one comes between me and my sparkling."
"I'll make a call home. We might need Soundwave and Dags," Scythe said.
"We'll make the call while you two go. If we're seen helping you, are careers are as good as gone," Ironhide offered.
Megatron's optics flashed to red. "Your jobs are more important than the life of my son?!" he snarled.
Unfazed, Ironhide replied, "Well, I rather like making a career out of being alive."
Optics fading back to their normal hue, Megatron nodded and reactivated the light difractors before rushing out the door with Scythe on his heels.
x x x x x
"Wake up, scraplet!"
"AHH!"
Tumbling around the interior of the pet carrier, Bumblebee was roughly shook awake. Sentinel glared at him through the door before opening it and dumping him out. Bee rolled as he landed to lessen the force and snatched an old training knife out of his subspace, which they must've forgotten to lock. The red demon didn't need to know it wasn't sharp.
Bee jumped at the Prime and managed to dent the less-armored midsection before he was punched into the curved wall. He took one good look at his surroundings and gasped. He was in the core of Cybertron. And right there was...
"The very spark of Primus himself," the red demon chuckled as he plucked Bee up by his scruffbar. A hard squeeze of the handle had the sparkling limp in his grasp, his blade falling from his digits. "Do you know why I brought you here, bug?"
"You want the AllSpark," Bee snarled.
"Close. I want the Matrix. And you're going to get it for me."
"I thought the Maytwix was in the Sonic Canyons. Worse yet, I thought you already had it!"
"Why would Primus keep an important artifact like that in such an easily accessible place? Besides, after this orn, I will have the Matrix."
"I won't help you!" Bee screamed, struggling against his captor's hold.
"Oh, but you will! You don't want your precious caretakers to disappear during the night, do you?" A malicious smirk curved his lips.
If looks could kill, Sentinel would have a gaping hole in his chest.
"Last I checked, you don't have laser vision, runt."
Drats.
"Shouldn't you be able to do it yourself? You're a Prime!" Bee exclaimed.
"Primus has denied that which I need to rule properly-"
"Probably 'cause he knows you're an aft," Bee muttered to an imaginary audience on his left, giggling to himself afterward.
Sentinel shook him roughly, but Bee held in any noises he wanted to make. Snarling, he said, "You won't be giggling when I throw in into the core."
Bee sobered up quickly, "Dath's su-wee-ceede! Wait. Dath's moo-doo!"
"On the contrary. I don't think Primus would be willing to let his true descendant die by his servo."
It was at moment that he truly felt it. Before, it was non-existent and muted at the same time. Now, it flowed all around him and inside of him too. He felt the cold tingly he'd recently learned to block out disappear, but it wasn't painful at all. Sentinel, though, crumpled to the floor while Bee ran over to the source of the warmth.
"Sire?"
I've been waiting to meet you in person for a long time, my son.
"Well then, I guess it's time for the reunion!" Sentinel roared as he grabbed the sparkling by his arm and swung him in the air, preparing to toss him into the core. A small pop was heard and Bee moaned in pain. Thanks to Sentinel aft, his left shoulder was dislocated again. Either he didn't hear it or he didn't care, but Sentinel was about to chuck him into the core when they heard something.
"Bumblebee!" a voice called from around the bend.
"Meggy!" Bee yelled back.
Just as Megatron and Scythe rounded the corner, Sentinel snapped his digits and a stasis field sprung up around them, trapping them in the impenetrable box. They blasted, sliced, and punched the walls to no avail before Megatron resorted to the most creative insults he could throw at Sentinel without cursing.
Sentinel just laughed darkly and said, "However you got out, it seems you're trapped again. Now you listen here, bug. If you want to see your caretakers alive when you come back, you'll bring me the Matrix of Leadership. Do you understand me?"
"Meggy!" Bumblebee whined. "Scythe!"
"DO YOU!?" the Prime roared.
Finally defeated, Bee hung his helm and nodded. Deaf to the desperate pleas of the bots behind him, Sentinel tossed the sparkling into the core, the light swallowing up the small form.
"BUMBLEBEE!"
Note: Sentinel Prime! How dare you commit a moo-doo! With Meggy standing right there, dath's su-wee-ceede! Ha! Bee is so funny! I hope Sentinel dies. Unfortunately he won't.
I have much more suffering planned for him.
Until then, leave a review and I'll get back to you.
B-T-dubs, I think of Ironhide as the Move version. It's just the first one I know. So it's GMCs and roarin' cannons baby!
'Till next time!
