Hey everyone, I'm back! And holy crap, how the heck did this story get over a hundred story followers?! That's crazy! I honestly wasn't expecting to get this many! Thank you all so much!
Anyway, I got a long chapter for you all. Here is Loose Cannons. I hope you like it.
Transformers Prime: The Medic's Assistant
Chapter 37: Loose Cannons
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers Prime
(Autobot Base)
Her data pad set up on the counter, Stormracer had a compilation of funny videos playing while she worked. Both her and Bulkhead were watching as the femme wiped down the counter top.
"Oh!" Bulkhead exclaimed as a skateboarder flew off the rail and into a bush, "good thing he wore a helmet."
Stormracer laughed as the next video showed a dog riding a skateboard with no problem. "He could probably give that guy some pointers."
The next video showed a guy in front of a lake as he gripped a rope tied to a tree.
"I bet the branch is going to snap on him," Bulkhead said.
"Don't do it man!" Stormracer said to the screen as she kept wiping the counter.
They watched as the man took a running start before leaping and swinging far and high over the water. But instead of letting go, the man still held onto the rope and swung right back... colliding right into the camera man in the process.
"OH!" the two bots exclaimed as Stormracer moved her servo too far and knocked Ratchet's tray of tools off the counter.
CRASH!
"Oh shoot!" Stormracer said as she looked at the scattered tools on the floor. She and Bulkhead immediately started picking them up and setting them back on the counter.
"I'm going to have to reclean these," she said.
"Did we get em all?" Bulkhead asked as he stepped back.
Snap!
Both cringed at the sound.
"I think we missed one," Stormracer said nervously.
Bulkhead lifted his pede up, revealing one of Ratchet's scalpels broken in half.
"Oooh scrap," Bulkhead said.
"Nonononono!" Stormracer said as she picked up the two halves. "This is his favorite one!"
"Sorry, that's my bad," the green bot said.
"No, I was the one who knocked the tray over," she said as she looked at the scalpel. "It could still be fixed I think. Maybe Ratchet won't be so mad."
"I don't believe this!"
Both autobots jumped as they turned around to see Ratchet angrily storming into the hangar. "I can't get any work done around here! One repair after another! I have more important things I should be doing! And where is Bumblebee?! He was suppose to have his check up hours ago!"
Bumblebee, who had just walked into the hangar, immediately turned around and headed back for the hallway.
"Oh no you don't!" Ratchet said as he went after him.
"Won't be so mad huh?" Bulkhead said soon as the medic was gone.
"Yeeeaaaaaah maybe we should wait and tell him when he's in a better mood," Stormracer said.
"Good call," the green bot agreed.
Grabbing a rag, Stormracer wrapped it around the scalpel and placed it in her arm compartment just as Ratchet marched back in with Bumblebee.
"Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow!" the scout bleeped as the medic dragged him by his car door wing.
(Time skip)
All the bots were present in the main hangar as Stormracer finished recleaning the tools. She looked over at Ratchet who was still fuming. As much as she wanted to get it over with and tell him about the scalpel, she didn't want him to get even more mad.
"Prime!" Agent Fowler shouted as he popped up on the computer screen, "what in blazes are your people doing out here?! We had an agreement! No collateral damage!"
"I am sorry, Agent Fowler, but all autobots are present and accounted for," Optimus said as he gestured towards the others walking over to him.
"Hi," Stormracer greeted with a wave.
"Then explain why I'm receiving reports of two jumbo sized bots mixing it up twenty miles outside Omaha?" the liaison said.
"Decepticons?" Ratchet guessed.
"There has been plenty of infighting lately," Arcee said, "Megatron can't seem to keep his ranks in line."
"Well I'm just arriving on the scene," Agent Fowler said before showing the footage to them, "have a look."
Everyone watched the footage as the camera focused in on one of the bots. A large blue familiar looking decepticon.
"Is that... Skyquake?!" Bumblebee bleeped.
"I don't know," Bulkhead said, "paint job aside, it can't be Skyquake. You and Optimus pounded him into the ground."
"Before Starscream yanked him back out as some kind of undead terrorcon," Arcee said, "the question still stands. Who's the dance partner?"
The camera moved and zoomed in on the other bot. All optics widened in surprise when they saw who it was.
"By the Allspark!" Ratchet said, "it is one of ours."
"Wheeljack. Haha, Jackies back!" Bulkhead exclaimed happily as he slapped Bumblebee and Ratchet on the backs, making them and the two femmes in front stumble forward.
"I don't care if Abraham Lincolns back!" Agent Fowler said, now back on the screen, "we have to contain the situation before we all wind up on the 11 o clock news!"
Optimus looked at the team. "Autobots, roll out!"
Soon as Ratchet activated the groundbridge, Optimus, Bumblebee, Bulkhead, and Arcee rushed through the portal.
"Who do you think the decepticon is?" Stormracer asked Ratchet, "it can't be Skyquake."
"We'll soon find out," Ratchet said.
After a while, everyone came back through the groundbridge and told the two what had happened. It wasn't long until Wheeljack arrived with his ship.
"Hey, welcome back!" Stormracer greeted Wheeljack as he walked into the main hangar.
"Good to be back," he said. He then winced in pain thanks to the wound on his shoulder.
"Ouch! You okay?" she asked.
"Just a scratch," he said, "I'll be fine."
"Ep ep ep," Ratchet said as he looked at his wound, "I'll be the judge of that."
Taking him to medbay, everyone watched as the medic patched up Wheeljack's shoulder.
"Ow!" the wrecker said, "take it easy, Doc. I need that arm."
"Hold still and maybe you'll keep it," Ratchet said sternly.
Wheeljack looked at Optimus. "Look, commander, apologies for the fireworks," he said, "won't happen again. But I tracked Dreadwing across a hundred light years of space."
"I thought you were roaming the galaxy," Bulkhead said, "you know, looking for autobot refugees."
"I was," Wheeljack said before a sad look came upon his face, "until I found one... a wrecker."
"Who?" Bulkhead asked.
"...Seaspray."
The green bot laughed. "Ha! How is ol' barnacle butt?!"
"Not so good, Bulk," his friend said with a frown, "blown to bits actually."
Bulkhead's smile immediately disappeared. "What?" he asked sadly as he staggered back, "no."
Stormracer put her servo on Bulkhead's arm. "I'm so sorry for your loss, both of you," she said as she looked at Wheeljack, "what happened?"
Already knowing who did it, Optimus frowned. "Dreadwing," he said.
"My flyer, the Jackhammer, picked up Seaspray's signal a couple of light years from Adaran," Wheeljack said, "we made contact and arranged a rendezvous in the Dromidon System. But Dreadwing must have intercepted the transmission, cause he got to Seaspray first. Proximity bomb. Supposed to take us both out. Guess I should be glad the Jackhammer can take a punch. I picked up Dreadwing's ion trail and tracked it through a dozen solar systems before catching up with him. And he led me right back to this marble. Some coincidence huh?"
"I know of this Dreadwing," Optimus said, "he was captain of a seeker armada, and as such, like his twin, Skyquake. Fiercely loyal to the decepticon cause. Dreadwing has no doubt traveled to Earth to pay allegiance to his one true master."
"Hope he's enjoying the visit," Wheeljack said, interrupting Ratchet's work as he stood up, "it's gonna be his last."
"Wheeljack, this planet is heavily inhabited," the Prime said, "any strike we make against the decepticons must be carefully measured as a team. Less we risk endangering the human population."
"Are you suggesting we sit back and do nothing?" Wheeljack asked with a frown.
"You, loose cannon!" Agent Fowler yelled from the platform as he made his way over to the wrecker. "Your cowboy antics almost blew our cover!"
"Cover?" Wheeljack asked.
"We're robots in disguise, Jackie," Bulkhead told him, "you need an Earth based vehicle mode outside of here."
"That spaceship you shot down, NOT earth based!" the liaison said angrily, "I had to jump through some big hoops to get it hauled out of plain sight. You need to keep a tighter leash on your people, Prime."
"A tighter leash?" Wheeljack angrily asked as he turned around and approached the human, "let me clarify, Tiny."
"Jackie," Bulkhead said, trying to stop his friend.
Wheejack ignored the green bot as he leaned over to look at Fowler face to face. "I'm not one of Optimus Prime's people," he said. Standing up straight, he angrily walked off.
Bulkhead looked over at Optimus. "I'll talk to him," he said, "uh, with your permission."
"Of course," the Prime said.
Bulkhead followed after Wheeljack as Agent Fowler spoke.
"So, the new guy has a little problem with authority," the liaison commented.
"Wheeljack and Bulkhead served together in the Wreckers," Optimus explained, "a combat unit that operated outside the normal chain of command."
"Hmm, black ops," Fowler said.
"They excepted missions no one else would, and many of them did not come back," the Prime said.
(Time skip)
Wanting to talk to Cliffjumper, Stormracer went outside to the top of the base and headed for his memorial spot. She was walking passed the rock wall when she heard voices coming from inside the crevice where the Jackhammer was hidden. Curious, she walked over and looked inside, seeing Bulkhead and Wheeljack talking.
"Jackie, look, even if it weren't for the humans, we couldn't take on the cons right now," she heard Bulkhead say, "we're outnumbered."
"Roadbuster, Pyro, Impactor, Rotorstorm, Seaspray, all dust," Wheeljack said angrily.
"That's what I'm talking about," the green bot said, "wreckers are Autobots, there just aren't that many of us left. But if we get behind Optimus, we have a chance to end this, once and for all."
"Guys like Optimus, they talk a good game," his friend said, "but when you're in the scrap, they don't want to get their hands dirty."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Bulkhead said, "you don't know Optimus like I do. Being a wrecker meant everything to me. But I left that behind-"
"Because Prime was the real thing, blah blah blah," Wheeljack said.
Stormracer went to step away until her pede hit a rock, alerting the two of her presence.
"Uh, hey," she said with a weak wave.
Wheeljack frowned as he folded his arms. "You eavesdropping on us?" he asked.
"Sorry," she said as she walked over to them, "I was passing by and heard you two talking."
"Hmm, and I thought Nightbeat was nosy," he commented.
Just then an alert sounded from inside the Jackhammer.
"What's that?" Stormracer asked.
"Someone's calling me," Wheeljack said. He, Bulkhead, and Stormracer made their way onto the ship as a voice spoke through the comm unit.
"Wheeljack," the voice said, "I know you're out there listening. I have a proposition for you."
"Is that...?" Bulkhead went to ask.
"Dreadwing," Wheeljack finished.
A set of coordinates then popped up on the computer. "Meet me at these coordinates, if you have the spark," Dreadwing said before ending the call.
"I'll see you there, con," Wheeljack said, "just to watch you fry."
"Jackie, it's a trap," Bulkhead said.
"I know," Wheeljack said after he sat down in his seat, "but when does that ever stop me?" Starting up the engine, he looked at his buddy. "You coming with?"
Bulkhead didn't want his friend to go alone, so he accepted. "At least let me call for back up."
"You know wreckers don't call for back up," Wheeljack said.
"They call for clean up!" both wreckers said in unison before high fiving each other. Bulkhead looked behind at Stormracer. "You better stay at base, Storm. Things could get messy."
"What, no," she argued, "if you're going, so am I. From what Wheeljack says about Dreadwing, he sounds dangerous."
"Which is why you should stay behind," the green bot said.
"Yeah, that ain't happening," Wheeljack said.
"Wait, what?" Bulkhead asked his friend.
"Nosy here knows too much," Wheeljack said, "we leave her here, she'll rat us out to Prime. Best we take her along."
"Jackie, she's not a warrior," Bulkhead said.
"She can wait in the Jackhammer, she'll be fine," Wheeljack said.
Bulkhead let out a vent, knowing there was no convincing them. Since the ship was meant for only two bots, he got up from his seat. "Here, Storm, you can sit here," he offered.
"Oh no, it's okay," she declined, "you were there first so you can keep it. I don't mind standing."
"No, no, I insist-"
"Either one of you take the seat or, you can both just hold onto something," Wheeljack said, giving them a look, "I'm not planning on going slow."
Stormracer ended up taking the seat while Bulkhead held onto it from behind. Soon the three were in the air and flying off to their destination. After a while of flying, they finally reached the coordinates and landed down in a wooded area.
"So, what's the plan?" Stormracer asked as Wheeljack turned off the engine.
"You wait here," Bulkhead told her.
"Bulkhead-" she went to argue.
"Listen to him," Wheeljack said, "this won't take long. Let's go, Bulk."
The two mechs made their way off the ship and headed off into the trees, leaving the femme by herself as she watched them disappear through the window.
Only a couple minutes went by as Stormracer tapped her digits on her knees. "Wait here," she repeated as she leaned back in her seat. "Just wait here while they go walk right into a trap... Juuust waaait heeeeeere..." After a moment of silence, she let out a vent and stood up. "I'm just as bad as Miko." Getting off the ship, she transformed and drove off to find her friends.
As she drove, it wasn't long before she heard a loud explosion going off. "Whoa!" she said as she sped up. More explosions soon followed, making her go faster as she followed the sound. As she got closer, she heard one last explosion before hearing rocks falling... and Bulkhead yelling.
"Bulkhead!" she yelled as she sped up towards the smoke. Reaching a large crevice in the ground, she transformed and ran towards the broken edge. "Bulkhead! Wheeljack!" she called out. Skidding to a stop, she looked down and saw a huge pile of rocks at the bottom. She was about to contact base until someone landed right behind her, making her turn around to see the blue con standing up to his full height. He looked down at her and frowned.
"Uh... hi?" she said nervously.
Dreadwing went to grab her. Stormracer immediately tucked and rolled out of the way, getting behind the con as she activated her EMP generator and fired it at him. The pulse hit him in the head, making him let out a yell as he dizzily held his helm. Taking the opportunity, Stormracer transformed and drove off while trying to contact base.
"Stormracer to base, do you read me?!" she asked, only to receive static, "Ratchet, Optimus, can you hear me?!" Still nothing. "Scrap! Dreadwing must have a scrambler on him. I have to get far away so I can- AH!" Stormracer let out a scream as Dreadwing flew right over her in jet mode before transforming and landing in front of the teal car. The medical assistant slammed on the brakes as she swerved to the side and transformed. Tumbling to a stop, she was about to get back up until the con grabbed her by the arm and yanked her up.
"You're coming with me, autobot," he said.
Stormracer tried freeing herself. "No thanks, I'll pass," she said.
"I was not asking," he said. Pulling her forward, he pinched a nerve on her neck. That was the last thing she remembered before everything went black.
(Time skip)
(Shipping Depot)
Waking up, Stormracer let out a groan as she opened her optics. "Wh-what happened?" she asked herself. She looked around at her surroundings, seeing she was elsewhere and up high on a shipping crane. "What the-!" Remembering what had happened before she went unconscious, she tried to move, only to discover her wrists were handcuffed behind her to a post. "Ooh, this is not good," she said. She struggled to free herself until a voice spoke up.
"Struggling is futile."
Looking up, she saw the blue flyer standing on top of the crane. He jumped off and landed in front of her, his red optics flaring as he frowned at his prisoner.
"Uh, Dreadwing, right?" she asked.
"And you are Stormracer," he said, "I have read your file. I find it curious that you were with the other two. I understand Wheeljack bringing the big one, but a medical assistant?"
"Well, what happened was I was with them when you called and- wait, Wheeljack and Bulkhead! Where are they?!" she asked.
"Wheeljack is alive," he said, "for now. As for the green one, he is making excellent bait."
"Bait?" she asked.
He turned his helm and looked at the maze of containers. Following his gaze, she gasped when she saw Bulkhead far away restrained to a crate... with a bomb attached to his chest.
"Bulkhead!" she shouted. She looked back at Dreadwing, "let him go!"
"I'm afraid that cannot happen," he said as he looked back at her, "I know Wheeljack will attempt to save him, and I intend to terminate them both."
Not wanting that to happen, the femme continued struggling.
"Struggle all you want," the con said, "the only thing you will accomplish is harming yourself."
"I'm not going to let you do this!" she said.
Dreadwing knelt down to her optic level. "I admire your determination, femme. However, it will take a lot more than that to stop me."
"You don't have to do this," she told him, "please, that's my friend down there."
"In case you have forgotten, we are at war," he said, "there will never be lasting peace as long as the Autobots continue to fight against Lord Megatron's cause. I became a decepticon to help remedy that. I will gladly hunt down every last autobot to show my loyalty to my one true master."
"If you're so determined to offline us, why am I still alive?" the femme asked.
"Because you are merely a medical assistant," he answered, "an underling. There would be no honor in me terminating you, especially since you pose so little of a threat. But because you are the enemy, it is my duty to take you to my master, so that he may decide what should be done with you." He looked over at Bulkhead. "Soon Wheeljack and Bulkhead will be dealt with, and in memory of my fallen twin, so shall the rest of the autobots on this planet."
Stormracer's frown disappeared. "Skyquake," she said.
Dreadwing looked at her. "You know of my twin?" he asked.
"Not personally," she said, "Prime told me he was a bot of honor. Like you."
"Yes," he said, "he was." He stood up and turned his back to her. "He was a strong warrior, fiercely loyal to our leader and his cause. He was truly one of the greatest warriors I have fought along side. A true decepticon." He turned back around and frowned at her. "Do you know what it is like to feel one's spark fade? To feel their emotion and pain moments before? Skyquake and I were split spark twins. I was galaxies away when I felt his spark cease to be. He was more than just my twin. He was my brother."
Hearing his words, Stormracer sadly looked at him. "I'm... I'm so sorry."
His frown deepened. "And why would you, an autobot, show me sympathy?"
She let out a vent. "I can't imagine what it must feel like to lose a twin," she said, "being able to feel their pain, emotion, their spark going out. I'm sorry you had to feel that. But I do know what it's like to lose someone close. A year ago, I lost a friend who was like a brother to me."
Dreadwing knelt down again in front of her. "You speak of Cliffjumper," he said, "I heard of his passing."
"He was a big time conversationalist. Always had something to say and stories to tell. He was a good bot and a great friend. When we lost him, I took it hard. I even blamed myself for his death. It's not a fun feeling when you lose someone you cared about. I know it's not the same as losing a twin, but I get it. I really am sorry for what happened to Skyquake."
Dreadwing dropped his frown as he looked at her. He was about to say something until he noticed something in the corner of his optic. Looking over, he saw Wheeljack arriving... along with Optimus.
"Prime," he said, his voice laced with venom as he glared at the autobot leader.
Seeing them as well, Stormracer looked back at Dreadwing. "Please, don't do this," she pleaded, "it's not too late."
He looked back at the femme and frowned. "As I said before, we are at war," he said as he stood back up, "I suggest you don't try to escape." Leaping off the crane, he made his way towards the bots, leaving Stormracer by herself.
The femme tried calling out to warn the three, but she was too far away to be heard. Letting out a groan, she tried freeing herself again. "Come on, come on, come on, come on!" she said as she tried and tried. Letting out a vent, she hit the cuffs hard against the metal post. "OW!" she yelled as something poked her inside her arm. Her optics then widened soon as she remembered Ratchet's broken scalpel.
She looked behind at her arm and opened her compartment, seeing the scalpel poking out from the rag. Shaking her arm, she managed to get the scalpel out before twisting herself around and grabbing the pointy half. "Please work," she begged as she started picking the lock with the blade. It took a while, but eventually she heard a clicking sound before the cuffs fell off her wrists. "Yes!" she cheered. She put both halves of the scalpel back in her compartment before hearing the sound of blaster fire, making her look to see Dreadwing and Optimus in combat. Letting out a vent, she made her way down the crane and rushed over towards the fight.
Entering the maze, Stormracer looked around for her friends as the blaster fire continued. It wasn't long until she heard footsteps rushing over, making her ready her EMP in case it was Dreadwing. Instead, she saw Bulkhead running around the corner with the bomb still attached to him. He skidded to a halt when he saw his friend.
"Bulkhead?" she said.
Not wanting her to be blown up with him, he immediately kept running.
"Bulkhead, wait!" she shouted as she transformed and drove after him.
"Stay away Storm!" he shouted. He knocked over a bunch of containers, blocking her path and making her skid to a halt.
Bulkhead!" she fearfully shouted as she transformed.
"Nosy!"
Looking over, she saw Wheeljack waving at her. "This way!" he said, "we can cut him off!"
Stormracer immediately rushed over and followed after him, hoping they can stop the green bot in time.
Bulkhead kept running, hoping he can keep his friends safe from the bomb. Making a turn, he saw the water up ahead.
"Sorry fishies!" he said as he ran towards it.
Thanks to their short cut, Wheeljack and Stormracer rushed over and got in front of him.
"Bulkhead, stop!" Stormracer shouted.
"Out of the way!" Bulkhead yelled as he kept running.
The two bots held their ground as they tried pushing him to stop, though they were having trouble as the bigger bot slowly pushed them towards the water.
"Will you listen to me, Bulk!" Wheeljack said, getting his friend to finally stop, "you were right. Dreadwings the only one who can defuse the bomb. And Optimus knows it too."
Seeing Optimus climbing up one of the cranes, the three bots hid behind the containers and waited. Dreadwing soon came into view as he walked towards the crane. His weapon out and ready, he looked around, trying to find any sign of the Prime. It wasn't until he heard Optimus letting out a battle cry that he looked up to see his foe coming down on the clamp. The con soon found himself pinned down under the heavy clamp as Optimus hopped off. The other three bots rushed over and surrounded their prisoner.
"Dreadwing, defuse the bomb, or fall victim to your own device," Optimus warned.
"I will gladly sacrifice myself to avenge my brother," the con said.
"Then we will in turn gladly join the AllSpark with our brother," the Prime said.
"And with you," Wheeljack added, "you'll never shake us."
Bulkhead nervously looked at the bomb and at everyone else.
Dreadwing glared at Wheeljack and Optimus. He looked at Stormracer, seeing she wasn't budging as well.
The timer nearly reaching it's end, Bulkhead nervously shut his optics and groaned.
Finally, Dreadwing gave in. "Very well."
The autobots freed him, allowing him to stand up and attend to Bulkhead. Time was almost up as the con disconnected the blue wire, stopping the bomb at the last second.
"Phew!" Bulkhead said as he vented in relief.
Stormracer vented as well before looking at Dreadwing. "Thank you," she said.
Dreadwing looked at her before looking away with a frown.
"I had it narrowed down to the blue or the yellow," Wheeljack said, "or the red."
Unknown to the bots, Dreadwing pulled out his detonator and pressed a button. Next thing the autobots knew, explosions were going off near them, distracting them long enough for the con to make his getaway. Dreadwing ran towards the water before transforming and flying off as the mechs fired at him. The enemy now gone, the bots deactivated their weapons and turned around, looking at the mess before them.
"So," Wheeljack said, "who do we call for clean up?"
Stormracer turned back around and looked in the direction Dreadwing took off. After what he had told her, she couldn't help but feel sad for him. Letting out a vent, she followed after the others.
(Time skip)
(Autobot Base)
Soon after the four bots returned and told everyone what had happened, Wheeljack approached the autobot leader.
"Listen, Commander, I just want to say it was an honor watching you work," he said, "I uh, think maybe I had the wrong idea about you."
"And it would seem that you place a greater value on community than you otherwise let on," Optimus said as he extended his servo out to him.
"Whoa," Wheeljack said, refusing to shake his servo, "let's not jump the gun here."
Bulkhead walked over and slapped Wheeljack hard on the back. "Come on, Jackie," the green bot said, "if you leave, you'll probably just wind up coming right back again."
"All that wasted fuel," Arcee added, "and energon is in short supply."
Bumblebee bleeped in agreement.
"Then again, we do have limited space," Ratchet said before turning around.
"Oh don't listen to him," Stormracer said with a smile, "come on, you should totally stay."
"Not sure if I'm ready to give up my freedom just yet," Wheeljack said, "maybe I could do some exploring, see if this rock suits me."
"No offense to the Jackhammer, but you'll need an Earth-based vehicle mode," Bulkhead said.
"Oh yeah, you mentioned that earlier," the wrecker said, "wanna help me pick one out?"
"You bet, buddy," Bulkhead said.
Curious about his assistant's story she told earlier, Ratchet looked at Stormracer. "I'm curious about something. When you were restrained back at the shipping depot, how did you manage to free yourself?"
Stormracer nervously rubbed the back of her helm. "So, uh, how good of a mood are you in right now?" she asked.
Ratchet frowned as he raised his optical ridge. "Why are you asking?"
"Weeeeeeeeeeeell..." she started.
Moments later, all you could hear from outside the base was, "Stormracer, Bulkhead, I needed that!"
And that was Loose Cannons! I hope you liked Stormracer and Dreadwing's interaction.
One of you asked who would Stormracer's voice actress be, and to be honest, I'm not really sure lol. I've always kinda imagined my own voice (or at least a similar voice) coming out of her, which is probably weird. But if I got to pick who I wanted to voice her, hmmmmmmm... I don't know lol. Who do you guys think Stormracer's voice actress should be?
For those of you reading my Transformers Animated: Different Angle story, I have been working on the next chapter and its almost complete. Just have to do some editing before I can update it.
Anyway, that's all for now. Next chapter is Crossfire, and will sadly be the last chapter with Breakdown :'(. As much as I don't want him to be killed off, it must happen for the story. I plan to have the chapter also focus on Knock Out and give him and Breakdown one last scene together.
Hopefully I will update again soon. Until next time! God bless!