Chapter Fifteen
Firestorm was returning from his assignment when he saw a blue and light pink femme being carried away from a desolated building. A yellow and black mech and a red and silver mech carrying her.
When they were out of sight, Firestorm entered the dark place and inhaled sharply. There, in the middle of the room, hung a white and light blue mech. His Spark was ripped from his chest and he looked like he's been through the ringer.
"Oh, Primus" Firestorm whispered in horror, he couldn't believe someone actually did this to another bot.
As an Assassin, Firestorm was tasked with killing Cybertronians on a hit-list, but he would always kill them in a swift and just way. Whoever did this was no Assassin, they had no morals, they did this for fun.
Firestorm did the only right thing he could think of and called it in.
That night, the three were in Ratchets room, talking.
"Why did you leave?" Nightshade demanded, "why didn't you tell us? Why allow Sire and Carrier to think you dead? Why make us mourn?! Why, Firestorm, why?!"
Firestorm looked away, fingering the Carliblast
"Remember that night when I got home late? Just after Sire's big fight?"
The two nodded.
"Well, I was on my way home after an assignment when I saw Arcee being carried away from a building by Bumblebee and Cliffjumper" Firestorm stuttered to a stop, shuttering his optics before opening them, "I entered it and saw... I saw a Cybertronian mech, I later found out his name was Tailgate, his Spark was ripped from his chest and he looked tortured. I realized that whoever did that, they made Arcee watch!"
The two looked at each other as Firestorm regained his composure.
"So, I called it in. Later, about a Cycle later, I returned and looked for anything that could lead me to who did such a terrible and merciless act. I found the part of Carriers leg that she said she shed. It was not shedded, it was shot off. I looked at the security camera's next and they showed Arachnid entering the area an hour before and two Vehicons dragging in Tailgate and another pair dragging in Arcee.
They left thirty minutes later and forty-five minutes after that, Cliffjumper and Bumblebee came in. Three minutes later, Carrier left and five minutes after, the two dragged Arcee out. That was when I realized that Carrier was the one who killed Tailgate and made Arcee watch.
I was going to confront her, but never got the chance."
"Because you were ambushed?"
"Because I was sent to Planet Aires with Redempt. So, I did some thinking and came to the conclusion that there had to be a reason. When we returned, I asked Carrier and we had a fight. I stormed out and headed over to our lab. I found Redempt and, to clear my mind, we began inventing." Firestorm rubbed his digit against the Carliblast and smiled softly at it, "we made these little beauties, four in total.
Three Groons later, I found out that Sire failed at becoming a Prime because he wanted to overthrow the Guard with force and kill anyone who didn't see fit with his vision of what Cybertron should be like. I talked to him that night and he... he wouldn't hear that his vision for our home was not right. Sure, it would have been great that everyone was equal, but would you kill hundreds who do not follow you to make that happen? Sparklings and Younglings included?"
When they shook their helms, Firestorm continued with his tale.
"I commed Redempt that night and we met up. She didn't like that I wasn't telling anyone but her, but I... I needed to clear my helm and didn't want to deal with those who knew me while I did so. So, I used the Carliblast and-"
He proceeded in explaining how he did with Arcee. When he was done, he waited for their reactions, keeping his optics trained on the ground. He knew they had the right to be mad, and he can live with that.
"Hey" Nightshade gently nudged his younger twin and Firestorm peeked over to him.
"I understand"
"We understand" Silverdust cut in, "just... promise never to do that again"
Firestorm nodded, "I promise"
AN: Sorry it's short. And so sorry it took so long. What do y'all wanna see in the next chapter?
