Author's
Note: Turbulence is originally a character created by my friend Laserbeak. I did the same things to her character as
she did to get her character Laserbeak. Go read her series if you have no clue to what I'm talking about!
Impact
Part One
By: Flyby
(Ninth in a series)
"Man,
if there was ever a more boring job, I've never heard of it," remarked
Cheetor. He was seated in front of one
of the screens in the command center.
Suddenly,
alarms go off. On the screen, a diagram
of a ship appears. "Unknown ship
heading for Sector Sariolyn," beeped the computer.
"Optimus,
there is an unknown ship makin' the scene in Sector Sariolyn. What should we do?" Cheetor asks into
the com.
~Who's
closest to it?~ asked Optimus.
"Flyby,
Niteflite, and Cystorm."
~Send
them to see if there's any alive on the ship and to bring any survivors
back. You catch up to them to.~
"Gotcha Bigbot. Cheetor out."
"Let
the days unwind
Let
the dreams come true
Happy
ever after baby
In
your heart you'll find
I'll
be there for you...
Just
a little's enough
Just
the thought of your touch
That's
the fun of your l-l-l-love baby-"
~Your
voice is so pretty~ came a voice over Niteflite's com-link.
"Cheetor! Why'd you interrupt me?" asked 'Flite.
~There's
a ship coming down in Sector Sariolyn. Bigbot says that you Flyby and Cystorm are to check it out. I'll be there shortly.~
"I'll
call the others and tell them. See ya
when you get there!" Niteflite ended the transmission. Opening a link to Flyby and Cystorm, she
explained the situation.
"Warning. Crash imminent."
"Slag! I hope that Blade Striker is in his
bed. He should be safe there,"
said Sense Striker. I hope she added silently. The Earth was looming bigger and bigger in
the ship's screen.
Sense
Striker was thrown against the far side of the cock-pit as the ship crashed
into the ground. Her head hit the wall
and Sense Striker was knocked unconscious.
Wow, thought Flyby as she
approached the crashed ship, that's one
busted ship. Wonder if anyone's alive
in it?
She
landed next to the ship and waited for the others to get there so she would
have help finding anything in the ship.
Luckily,
she didn't have to wait long. From out
of the bushes, a female coyote sprang forth, crying "Cystorm,
Maximize!"
"Hey
Cystorm, where is Niteflite?" asked Flyby.
"I
dunno. She should be here any
minute," replied Cystorm. Just
then, a shadow fell over the two of them. Looking, up, they saw it was a black panther/bat fuzor. Niteflite flared
her wings and landed gracefully next to the other femmes.
"Okay,
I'm here. Now let's check this ship
out!"
Flyby
walked down a corridor in the ship. She
came into a room which was, apparently, the cock-pit. Lying on the floor, was a black, white and blue transformer of
medium height.
"We
got a person here," Flyby snapped into her comm. The being on the floor started to stir.
"Blade
Striker," she groaned, barely managing to get the name out. "I need to get to Blade Striker."
"Sorry,
but you're in no condition to go anywhere. Who is Blade Striker?" asked Flyby.
"My...
son," she whispered, right before collapsing into un-consciousness once
more.
Cystorm
walked into the room. "Didn't see
anything," she reported. Seeing
the 'bot on the floor, the coyote asked, "Who is that?"
"I
don't know. I didn't have time to ask
her before she went back into un-consciousness. What I do know is that she has a son somewhere on this ship. His name is Blade Striker. Go find him while I start making repairs on
this 'bot."
"Okay." With that, Cystorm walked out of the room.
Cystorm
was walking down one of the hallways. This one had only two doors. Opening the first one she came to, Cystorm saw that there was no one in
that room. She went to the next door
and opened it.
On
a bed in the center of the room, a small boy, he looked to be about two and a
half, lay asleep. His coloring was
similar to his mother's, having black and blue, but that wasn't the only
colors. He has two different shades of
blue, one dark like his mother, and one light. there was also brown.
As
Cystorm came closer to the bed, the boy's eyes flew open. "Who're you?" he asked.
"A
friend. Can you walk?"
"Yes." To prove that he could, Blade Striker got
off the bed and walked to Cystorm.
"Okay,
let's go back to your mother," said Cystorm gently as she took his hand
and led him to the cock-pit.
"What'd
you do to Mommy?!?" cried Blade Striker as he came into the cock-pit and
saw his mother on the floor.
"She's
asleep," said Flyby in a soothing voice, "We need to take her to our
base before I can finish repairing her. Don't worry, she'll be fine."
"Here,
why don't you come with us," suggested Cystorm when she saw that the boy
was about to cry, "Then you'll be able to see your mommy when she wakes
up."
"Okay."
"Hey guys, I found someone in the cargo bay. You should check it out, Fly," said Niteflite as she came out of the hallway.