Hello! Welcome to my story Retribution. Just so you're aware this is rated Teen for strong themes involving depression. I'll put warnings before triggering paragraphs that some people might not want to read. I understand this is a sensitive subject...but I struggle with these things myself and I find stories with the protagonist dealing with their problems like lots of people do more relatable and real. I'll try to keep it limited and not detailed just imply what's happening. So I apologize if you get offended, feel free to PM me with any concerns you have.
I don't own Transformers, just my OC's Jinx and Starraider.
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Iacon City, Cybertron, Autobot Elite Guard Headquarters
A large femme around nine meters tall stumbled through the hall. Her arms full scrap metal. Stumbling around bots, bumping off the wall, small sorries and 'excuse me's came from the femme. A large sheet of metal fell, the ringing of the metal hitting the floor echoed off the walls. The femme kneeled down, attempting to pick up the sheet when all of the scraps toppled to the floor. She huffed and sat on the floor, quickly trying to pick up all the pieces.
"Jinx you clutzy loser!"
The back of her helm was shoved roughly sending her face planting to the floor. She whimpered as her face collided with the scrap metal littering the floor. Snickers and giggles echoed around her, the group of younglings sauntering away from her. The leader of the group, Starraider turned around to scowl at Jinx on the floor, daring her to retaliate.
"Sorry.." Jinx muttered, her face plates reddened with embarrassment. "J? Are you okay?!" Another femme ran up from behind, collecting scrap metal off the floor. Jinx rose to her feet and looked around at the bots watching the two.
"I'm alright Moonracer, thanks." Grabbing the rest of the metal from her, Jinx scampered off down the hall.
"You're welcome?..." Moonracer stood confused in the now empty hallway.
Jinx hurried into her lab, setting the scrap metal on her work bench. She quickly locked the door to her lab from the inside. Her optics watered with coolant, tears threatening to stain her faceplates. She wiped her optics and set to work on her new project. She welded together two pieces of metal, coolant tears leaking from her optics. She sniffled, pushing through to keep working. Her servos shook, "Not now Jinx, hold it together." However a notification appeared on her HUD. She accepted the small message, it revealed a video of her tripping in the hallway. There were edits to the video, they made her pedes five times their actual size and the top of the screen read "EPIC CLUTZ. WHAT A LOSER!!". Her tripping was on a loop...Jinx could hear their laughs in her head. She huffed and wiped her tears...her emotions won the battle this time.
Trigger Warning
She dropped her work and headed into the wash racks in her lab. She unlocked a cabinet and retrieved a small box. Inside was a small Energon stained cloth, she unraveled the cloth and a small knife fell out. She stared at herself in the mirror as tears stained her faceplates. Worthless. She removed the plating on her arm. Loser. The tears came faster. Clutz. She grabbed the knife bringing it to her arm. She looked down. Her exoform was littered with scars. Large scars, small scars, medium scars. She's done this before. She cried harder, a sob escaping her as everything flooded her processor. The fire, Decepticons, death, Starraider and her pose. Jinx sobbed harder, clutching the counter top as the sobs shook her frame. The knife clattered in the sink. She turned on the water washing the fresh energon down the drain. Crumpling to the floor Jinx sobbed as her wound oozed the electric blue liquid. I can't do anything right, I'm a failure. She shut her optics.
:Jinx you're needed in hanger two, gear up. You have an assignment:
Onlining her optics she pulled herself from the floor. Quickly dressing her wound and reattaching her armor she wiped her face with a cloth and headed out the lab for hanger two. She walked with a steady fast pace, ready to get started, it would distract her from her misery here on base. Approaching the hangar she saw the elite strike team waiting for her. Metalhawk, Dion, Ironfist and Over-run looked to her as she approached. "Hey J! Geared up and ready to roll? We picked up some Decepticon activity in Vos and are going to check it out." Metalhawk greeted the femme warmly. She gave an awkward smile and nod, fidgeting with her utility belt.
"Can we get going yet, I have some seekers to beat." Over-run huffed impatiently. Metalhawk nodded, transforming into his jet mode. He hovered over as the others transformed, "Jinx follow behind, stay out of danger, the usual. Over-run don't get too ahead of yourself. We don't know what we're up against. Let's roll out guys." The other Autobots transformed following their internal maps to their destination just outside of Vos. Jinx drove steadily behind Dion and Ironfist as Metalhawk and Over-Run flew overhead.
They reached the point and transformed, looking around, systems on high alert. Jinx walked close behind the four mechs. Surprisingly she isn't small in size compared to the mechs. She's one of the larger femmes on Cybertron, one of the largest bots on the base actually, a gentle giant. A blessing and a curse is how she sees it. Metalhawk see's it more as a blessing for when they get to take her on missions. She's something new their superiors are trying out, what they've referred to as a "battle medic". Jinx has invented new medical tools for repairing bots in battle, with the training they give her she can maneuver her way across a battlefield to get to a bot in need, her size gives her a natural advantage to defend herself and the injured. She's incredibly smart and carries several defense assistive devices to help her repair bots even behind enemy lines. She's not a fighter, as much as Alpha Trion would like to train her as a frontline warrior, but she refuses and only wishes to help those in need. In fact she's never fired her blaster in a fight, she's never fired it period outside the gun range. It stays resting in its holster on her left thigh.
Jinx took cover in an alleyway, her emerald optics illuminating the dark space. She watched as the strike team made contact with the decepticons. Using the alley as cover still she examined the area. Buildings crumbled from the blasts, the streets stained with energon. A city of war.
Shockwave fought with Ironfist as Metalhawk and Over-run took to the skies after Sunstorm and Bitstream. Dion leapt on Shockwave's back distracting him as Ironfist re-loaded his weapon. Shockwave growled and threw Dion, the smaller bot crashed into a building roughly. Jinx adjusted her optics and scanned him from the alleyway a good three hundred feet away from Dion. Now's your time. Here we go Jinx. "Dion is injured and needs medical attention, I'm moving in."
Jinx darted from the shadows, stumbling a little on some debris. "Grab their medic! We need her and I fully intend to take what I came for." Shockwave growled. "Jinx run!" Metalhawk yelled out to her. "I can get to him!" Dodging the seekers shots at her Jinx dove behind a building. Slightly off course but getting there... "Jinx get out of there now!" Metalhawk was struck down by Sunstorm. "I can't leave you guys! I can do this!"
Memories from a Vorn ago raced through her processor.
"No. I can do this." Sprinting forward, Jinxed dodged the blasts and landed next to Dion. Wielding her torch she carterized his energon lines in 45 klicks, a new record. Injecting him with adrenaline to power up his systems Dion online his optics. They widened with shock "Jinx!"
Her vision was clouded with black. Pushing to online her systems her vision floated back in to see Shockwave shoot Dion before turning to her.
She tried to plead with him but all that came out was a whimper as he grabbed her.
Ark Autobot Base, Earth
Lennox and the soldiers cleared the way for the new arriving Autobots coming through the Space bridge. Optimus and the eleven other Autobots stood waiting to see who was coming through. They received a message from Alpha Trion of some bots coming speak with Optimus. They've only been on Earth for a little over a year, about a Kel on Cybertron. It must be urgent for them to be checking in so early on their status here.
Elite guard officers Sentinel and Big Bang emerged from the mesmerizing purple glow emitted from the space travel machine. "Elite guard officers?" Bumblebee questioned. "Sentinel, Big Bang, what brings you to Earth?" Optimus asked. "We need to speak with Wheeljack and Ratchet, if they so wish, you and your officers may join the meeting as well. It is of utmost importance." Big Bang explained, his voice booming through the hangar. Ratchet exchanged a worried look with Wheeljack before nodding to Optimus. "We can meet in the conference room, right this way." Optimus lead the way, the elite guard officers and his own officers following behind. In the conference room they all took a seat around the table.
Sentinel downloaded a file onto the cybertronian computer in the room and it displayed on the large screen. "Sparkmates Ratchet and Wheeljack, you are the creators of Autobot Jinx, correct?"
The femmes picture was displayed on the screen. Her armor was dark grey with emerald green and white accents, red crosses on her shoulders, Elite Guard insignia proudly on her chest. She had a cute oval face, high cheek structures, emerald optics. Her build was large yet feminine with a medium bust, slim waist, and voluptuous legs. It was her, Jinx. Ratchet felt his spark sink into his tanks and Wheeljack's optics widened in horror. The three red letters stamped across her photo "M.I.A" made his spark twist with fear. "What happened?" Ratchets normally gruff and authoritative voice was soft and distressed. Sentinel pulled up a video from the street cameras in Vos. The video displayed Jinx make her way to the injured Dion, repairing him frantically as her teammates were taken down. Shockwave is seen approaching the femme, striking her helm knocking her unconscious. He fired his blaster at Dion, slung her over his shoulders and left with the seekers through a ground bridge.
"No...not her. It's not her..not our little femme." Wheeljack's voice was hoarse as he held back a breakdown. Ratchet put a hand on his sparkmates shoulder. Their bond filled with fear and sadness. "We strongly believe she is still alive as Shockwave called out that they were there for her specifically. We believe he wants her for the medical technology she has been perfecting on Cybertron."
"Can you get her back?" Ratchet looked...determined? Hopeful? "We have a strike team scouting the known Decepticon bases as we speak searching for her. She is of great importance to the Autobot cause, future medics, her team, and of course the two of you. She is smart, and a lot stronger than she herself knows. She will be okay and we'll get her back." Sentinel stood awaiting the couples response. The room was silent as everyone was shocked and taking in information. No one, except Optimus knew Wheeljack and Ratchet had a sparkling, well a youngling now. Judging by the picture and the video she seemed around bumblebee or the twins age. Relatively young, she must have been sparked before the war started. "If she's anythin' like tha two of you, she'll be fine doc." Jazz broke the silence. "We should be heading back...We'll update you with anything we find. Feel free to contact us." Sentinel and Bang exited the room and headed back to the space bridge. Red Alert activated it, sending them home.
"She'll be okay Ratchet. You and I both know she's a smart femme. She'll figure something out to let us know where she is or to even get herself out." Wheeljack embraced his mate, flooding him with reassurance.
Jinx's POV
My processor is killing me. Minor concussion, no outward trauma to my helm, I was offline for approximately three breems. I slowly onlined my optics, taking in my surroundings. I was in a dimly lit cell, the corner of the cell across from me was stained with Energon on the floor and walls. The bars were iridescent pink, flowing with energy currents unbreakable. I was trapped. The room outside my cell was large, several tables littered with equipment, lots of large machines and monitors everywhere. "You've awakened." I jumped back from the bars as Shockwaved neared the cell, Soundwave next to him. Two of the most ruthless Decepticons stood just on the other side of the bars. My armor rattled softly as I trembled, I could feel my faceplates heat up and my optics begin to water.
"Please don't hurt me…"
"Megatron would be most displeased if you were harmed." Shockwave stated flatly. He seemed disappointed in that.
"Your medical expertise and scientific knowledge have been requested by Lord Megatron. You will do as we say and no harm will come to you." Soundwave's voice was monotonous yet evil. My spark sunk..Megatron wants to use me against the Autobots.
"Megatron is on Earth..I can't help him from here on Cybertron." I didn't even try hiding the tremble in my voice. These mechs would kill me and not think twice about it.
A large dark figure emerged from the shadows, glowing red optics. A large fusion cannon rested on his arm. A venomous smirk spread across his face plates.