Nasar Part 5
Tears of A Loved One
As figured, Cherry Pop awoke before most of the others. Glancing over to a dozing JumperKable, she grinned. Climbing out of bed, she backup for a running start, and jumped onto the older Femme, who woke with a start. "Wha- --Hey! Cherry!"She shreiked. She looked down to see the cherry red Femme in a giggling heap on the floor. Smiling like mad, Cherry Pop climbed to her feet. "Why do you ALWAYS have to wake me up at the crack of dawn Cher?"JumperKable complained. All she got was another round of giggles. "Let's go get Junker."She giggled. Rolleing her purple optics, her commlink beeped. Sighing she muttered, "saved by the bell." "Yea?"She muttered. It was X-Brawn. "Listen, I hate ta wake ya at this hour, but, ya haven't seen Nasar....have ya?"He questioned. "No X-Brawn, nothing. Why?". "She's gone an' run away."He sighed. JumperKable gasped and looked up at Cherry Pop, who's face was pale and her hands were at her mouth. "She's w-what?"She asked, not grasping the complete situation. "She ran away."He repeated. Cherry Pop slowly sank to her knees, a hand onto her forehead. "What could have possessed her to do this?"She whispered.
Nasar slowly crept through the woods, being carefull to avoid T-Ai's frantic scanners. She shut off all her minor prosessors and only kept her commlink open. As soon as she was sure she was in the open, she cried out, "Nasar! Transform!". She sped off down the nearest highway tward the only place she felt safe.
T-Ai looked up from her tenth scan of the area. "I'm sorry sir but there's no sign of her. She's either gone offline, too far for my scanners, or shut down unnessairy prosessors."She sighed. Skid-Z, for the life of him, couldn't bring himself to speak. 'Now I know why that letter was given to me....'his mind trailed. Cherry Pop walked into the communications room with the other Femmes. "Any luck T-Ai?"She asked. The hologram shook her head and Cherry whimpered. She fled the room and into her quaters. "What would she do this Optimus? I thought from what X-Brawn explained to me, he had gotten through to her."T-Ai asked her leader. He shook his head in his thoughts. He was running over the different places that Nasar could have run away too. There was the recent battle feilds, the islands, and then it clicked for him. "T-Ai, pinpoint the retired air base that we first located the Femmes."He demanded. The hologram nodded and typed in the cordinates. "Now locate the signals given off by her commlink.". T-Ai did as she was told and almost immideatly there was a blinking red dot on the map. "I've located Nasar's commlink signal, apparnently, she neglected to shut it down."T-Ai reported. "Shall I open a line?"She asked. Optimus shook his head. "No, I'll go and try to bring her back.". There were footsteps walking into the Control Room, and there stood Fizzle. Her hands firmly at her hips, and struggling not to glare. "How could you have driven her to do this?"She questioned harshly. Before Optimus could answer, she lashed out with a volley of questions. "Just because your out Leader you think she's just gonna automatically come back?" "You know she's not that easy to get through to." "I'm surpised that she didn't kill herself!". When the Femme had even trotted into the room, T-Ai had contacted Midnight Express, and had him come down when she called. And now was that time. Just as Fizzle was ready to launch an all out verbal attack on the AutoBot Leader, Midnight grabbed her by the arms, and said, "I'm terribly sorry about this Prime. She's got a temper problem from what I learn."He apologized. "Let me go look for Nasar!"Fizzle pleaded. When the Leader nodded, Fizzle jerked her arms out of Midnights' grasp. Shooting the other Bullet Train a glare, she transformed and sped to where she knew Nasar would be.
Nasar rolled to a stop infront of the abandoned air base. "Nasar! Transform!". Sighing, she walked inside the base and into her old room. Of course, everything was still there. Mainly the things she couldn't bear to move. Photos graced very inch of the walls. One of them, a framed one, she picked up from her bedside table. It was of the whole gang back on Cybertron. Everyone. It was charred slightly around the edges. But it was still there. It was with the soon to be sent crew to Earth. Of course, they were all seperated, but all looked hopeful.
Optimus stood in the center of the photo, his arms crossed over his front chestplate.
Team Bullet Train stood off to his right side, Rail Spikes hands on either of his brother's shoudlers, and Rapid Run was playfully wrapping his arm around Fizzles neck as Midnight Express was close to his oldest brothers side.
On Primes' other side, stood X-Brawn, a slightly younger Prowl, and each brother's hand rested on an even younger SideBurns' shoulders.
In the middle, stood the SpyChangers. HotShot stood in the center of his team, looking proud. Mirage and Ironhide stood next to eachother both of their optics sparking with their mirth. Cherry Pop stood at Mirages' other side, her head tilted tward his arm. Crosswise was standing with Wars and R.E.V. They all looked happy.
Then infront of that, The Build Team stood, a young Wedge and JumperKable surrounded by their team. HighTower had wrapped his arms around JumperKables neck. GrimLock and HeavyLoad behind the others, grinning widely.
Then there was Uncle Ratchet, his arms intertwined with Junkers'. But there was another Femme that she scarcely regognized. She looked alot like Junker, but instead of being purple and white, she was a light pink, like a rose and white. She stood off to the side slightly of the other too, a soft grin wrapping around her face.
Then in the very smack middle of the group, was something that clenched her spark, and made her whimper. It was of the FlipChangers, or herself, Onnichan, and TowLine. Onnichan was holding her in a hug, stooped to her level, and TowLine was grinning, on hand on Onnichans' shoulder.
"I knew you'd be here."Came a voice from on of the various shadows. Jumping, she nearly dropped the blessed photo. "Fizzle?" She asked into the darkness. She was greeted with nothing. Suddenly, there was a hand on her shoulder, making her yelp. Whirling, preparing to fire she realized that she had no weapons. Fizzle stood in the semi-darkness of it all, a sad expression that graced her pretty face. "Why'd you run away?"She asked. Nasar shrugged and placed the picture back onto the table where it belonged. "You have to have a decent reason Nasar. You don't just run off like that!"Fizzle burst out angrily. She was beginning to loose her temper with the teenage Femme. Nasar only rolled her optic. "I've got better things to do. Aidos."With a quick transformation, she sped out of the base, her rear tires kicking up dust. Fizzle herself, defeated, tramped back to the base.
"Any luck finding her?"Midnight Express questioned upon seeing the white and green Femme return to the base. Fizzle only brushed him away and ran into her quaters. With a boom, the thick door was closed and Fizzle was closed safe inside. She sat on her bed and leaned back. This was going to be quite a night. She stretched her slender legs and arms and lay back onto her bed with a long breath. Biting her lower lip in agitation, she heard a knock on her bedroom door. "May I come in?"Came another voice. Midnight. "Enter."She commanded. The older Bullet Train walked in the room, the door wide enough to allow his massive shoulder pads through the frame. "I wanted to check up on you thats all."He remarked out right. Fizzle allowed a bittersweet smile grace her lips almost bitterly. She let out a sigh and raised a hand to her forehead in almost hopeless abandon. Nasar was never this brooding...ever. Memories of Nasar ran through her head at a lightning speed rate. It was almost too much for her to bear. Midnight Express sat down on her bed and placed a hand on her shoulder and breathed a sigh. "Your worried about Nasar aren't you."He made his final statement. Fizzle snapped her head up and glared at him in a furious expression. "You almost as bad as Optimus!"She cried. She slapped him across the face and screamed. Almost immediatley there was a sudden BANG of an oppening iron door and frantic footsteps. Both Rapid run and Rail Spike burst into her room. "What the slag happened here!?"Rail Spike burst. Fizzle merely pointed a finger to Midnight Express postion, where He was holding his face and looking quite embarased in the process. "I merely stated that she was worried about Nasar. Apparently I have struck a nerve."He announced. He stood silently and walked out of the room in a slight huff. Fizzle turnd away the the rest of her team and frowned in distaste. "I knew I should have just have kept quiet."She muttered. Rail Spike looked at his brother and sighed. "Now look here Fizzle. I've known you for quite sometime, before Earth. I know your moods better than most. I know that it is not just you that is worried about Nasar. I want you to go and not only appoligize to Optimus for your unimmaginable behavior, but to Midnight Express."Rail Spike ordered. "Your not my boss. Just an annoying side kick if you will."Fizzle shot back. Now it was Rapid Runs' turn to become angered. "Now you better shut up and do what my brother tells you or---" there was a sudden crack that made the taller and older Bullet Train fall back a few steps. "Fizzle had punched Rapid Run in the face. "Bite me Rapid Run. You don't own me any more than you did ten years ago."Fizzle spit angrily. She looked at what was supposed to be her family, and let out an audible sob. "Just give me my friend back. That's all I'm God Damn asking!"She screamed, looking up at the heavans above. She raised her hands above her head, "I just want Nasar back Alpha Trion! You took everything away that she had! Now you took her away from me! I want her back!"She screamed. With a soft cry, she sank to her knees, buring her head into her white hands. Midnight Express approached her quietly. "Fizzle? Fizzle can you hear me? Please, calm down. We'll find her. I promise. I know it. "He assured. Fizzle didn't respond.
CherryPop's face was pale as she stumbled down the hall way. Her eyes were dull, and her pretty features held absoulute horror. She walked right past HotShot, whom was attepting to catch her attention. Fianally, she wound up walking into another AutoBot. Mirage. "Cherry? CherryPop what's wrong?"He asked. She let out a soft mumble of inaudible words. "What?"He asked her. Cherry fianally said a bit louder, "Nasar ran away.". Mirage took a slight step back. "What do you mean?"He asked her. "Exactically what I said. She's gone!"CherryPop broke down, and crumpled into Mirage's awaiting arms. Mirage nodded to HotRod, who made a quick get away, leaving the two alone. Mirage led Cherry to his quaters, quietly soothing her all the way. He sat her down on his bunk and she lay her head against his chest again. "She'll be fine. I know it. I know that she'll be fine. She's a real fighter, not just a little creampuff anymore. I know that everything will end up alright. She's a grown Femme Now."Mirage assured. CherryPop only sighed again. She needed somekind of support. And by God, she knew that Nasar was somewhere out there. Possible on the verge of killing herself. She remembered the horrified look in the her best friends eyes as X-Brawn and Prowl marched her away. Her terrified screams during the night in her sleep. The constant cries for her older brother. "She's just a child Mirage! What is she going to do? She barely can take care of herself. Never the less, stay out on her own!"Cherry cried out. Mirage held her closer and rocked her back and forth. "She'll be fine. I promise. We'll send out a search party and we'll find her.".
Nasars' wheels kicked up dust and rocks as she sped down the woods. Her speedometer was spinning rapidly and her other guages were whirling. She was getting tired and her exhaust was clogging up. Blast her laziness! She was deep in the forest now, her body was covered in nicks, dings and scratched paint. "Nasar! Transform!"Her car form changed to her robot form. She slumped against a large pine, and rested her head against the sturdy trunk.
Sky-Byte was annoyed and bored. As usual. Not only was he constanly getting down beat by the AutoBots, but there had been absoutly nothing to do! Suddenly, out of the corner of his optic he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. An AutoBot? The sight shocked him beyond belief. An AutoBot Femme! But those were supposed to either dead or banished. But his optics did not fail him. That was defanaitly a Femme propped up against that pine tree. She looked young, no older than a human age of mabye between of thirteen and sixteen at most. At that age...they were easy to mold and corrupt, quite amusing to watch. Would she remember her past of fighintg AutoBots? From her markings, she looked like a free-lance, not bound to any group of AutoBots. He transformed and landed about twenty feet away from her. Almost immediatly she jumped up. "Who're you?!"She exclaimed. Her hand snagged at her firing arm, to find nothing there. She vaguely remembered that Prowl had taken her weapons and put them in that cupboard back in the room. "Slaggit!"She exclaimed. Sky-Byte pretended to look appaled. "Such language for a lady! I'm suprised."He smirked. Nasar slowly relaxed, her tense arms slowly lowering. "Who are you? Where are you from?"She questioned again. Sky-Byte grinned to himself horribly, she was falling right into his trap. This was going along perfectly. Just as he had planned.
"Nasar is still missing sir. We're still looking for her."Prowl reported. Optimus looked away from the screen and over to Skid-Z. The posessed AutoBot was fuming over himself. He himself felt horrible. He still heard Nasars' screaming of, "family dosen't back stab!". Skid-Z turned away from the screen and headed to his room. He once again opened the side drawer and removed Nasars letter.
'I wanted to tell you I still love you, even if I'm not in your care anymore. And still...this will not be the end. We've still got a war to fight! I love you.'
He bit his lip so hard fluid leaked from beneath his cast iron teeth. He held the letter close to himself. "What HAVE I done?"He asked himself. He put the letter away again and returned to the Command Room. Optimus looked up from one of the screens where Hot Shot was reporting. Nothing. He looked around the room, remembering that just one night ago, he was holding his Ni tight in his arms, over joyed that she was with him again. Now, the only thing there was a distressed Junker and a slightly furious Optimus Prime. 'What have I done?'He asked himself agian.
"So your NOT the bad guy."Nasar obsereved. Sky-Byte nodded dutifully. "Of course! I am here to help!"He announced. 'This crazy Femme is dumber than I thought! This is going to be TOO easy!'He mentally chuckled. "What's your name anyway?"Nasar asked, breaking his train of thought. "My name, is Sky-Byte, young Femme. Now what is yours?"He asked, once again lacing his voice with honey. "Nasar.". Sky-Byte almost swallowed his spark. Was this the Femme......? He shook his head and cleared his it agian. "Shouldn't you be back at your base?"He questioned. Nasar shook her head. "I ran away.". Sky-Byte was truely intrigued by this statement. "You left the AutoBots? Strange. Why?"He asked. "I was taken away from my Onnichan. They didn't want him to take care of me 'cause they said he was possessed or somethin'. He was scared I would get hurt if he ran away and a....what's the word....Predacon! Yea, a Predacon attacked me. I think those are the bad guys."Nasar explained. Sky-Byte glanced at the Femme for the first actual time since they'd ran into eachother. She looked like she had been injured a long time ago, and was still showing the effects. With a lilth, almost languid hand, he reached down and grazed the patch with the tips of his hand. Almost instantly, Nasar was on her feet and kneed Sky-Byte in the groin. When the Mech was done in his strings of loud and suprised painfilled curses, he looked at Nasar, who was in a fighting stance. "Why...gasp...why did you do that?!"He sputtered, clutching his package. "Noone except Junker or Onni touches that patch! Every AutoBot knows that!"She cried. Once the pain in his lowers had subsided to a low throb, he seated himself on the ground and asked, "what happened anyway?". Nasar glanced at him momentarially, and flopped to the ground by him. "I really can't remember. But I know that I can't have this patch off. Ever since I was little Junker, would always tell me....'no no no. Nasar don't take the patch off. I know it's buggin' you but don't take it off.' And she would make me keep it on. But now I barely know that I'm wearing it."Nasar explained.Sky-Byte grinned. 'So the Femme has a weakness....how amusing.....'
TBC
Teaser for Next Chappie: Midnights' Choice.
Midnight looked at Fizzle, held tight in the grasp of the furious Decepticon. He bit his lip in fear. His hand clenched his wound on his side and squeezed his optics shut as Fizzles' screams echoed in his audios. The screeching of her armour snapping like twigs in the large hands that entraped her. He only thought of few things. His brothers. His life. His love. His weapons drawn he lunged at Scourge. He felt a flash of white hot pain in his chest, and realized something. The feather soft touches of Fizzle could no longer be felt, her screams for him were fading. Everything faded into mercifull blackness.
As figured, Cherry Pop awoke before most of the others. Glancing over to a dozing JumperKable, she grinned. Climbing out of bed, she backup for a running start, and jumped onto the older Femme, who woke with a start. "Wha- --Hey! Cherry!"She shreiked. She looked down to see the cherry red Femme in a giggling heap on the floor. Smiling like mad, Cherry Pop climbed to her feet. "Why do you ALWAYS have to wake me up at the crack of dawn Cher?"JumperKable complained. All she got was another round of giggles. "Let's go get Junker."She giggled. Rolleing her purple optics, her commlink beeped. Sighing she muttered, "saved by the bell." "Yea?"She muttered. It was X-Brawn. "Listen, I hate ta wake ya at this hour, but, ya haven't seen Nasar....have ya?"He questioned. "No X-Brawn, nothing. Why?". "She's gone an' run away."He sighed. JumperKable gasped and looked up at Cherry Pop, who's face was pale and her hands were at her mouth. "She's w-what?"She asked, not grasping the complete situation. "She ran away."He repeated. Cherry Pop slowly sank to her knees, a hand onto her forehead. "What could have possessed her to do this?"She whispered.
Nasar slowly crept through the woods, being carefull to avoid T-Ai's frantic scanners. She shut off all her minor prosessors and only kept her commlink open. As soon as she was sure she was in the open, she cried out, "Nasar! Transform!". She sped off down the nearest highway tward the only place she felt safe.
T-Ai looked up from her tenth scan of the area. "I'm sorry sir but there's no sign of her. She's either gone offline, too far for my scanners, or shut down unnessairy prosessors."She sighed. Skid-Z, for the life of him, couldn't bring himself to speak. 'Now I know why that letter was given to me....'his mind trailed. Cherry Pop walked into the communications room with the other Femmes. "Any luck T-Ai?"She asked. The hologram shook her head and Cherry whimpered. She fled the room and into her quaters. "What would she do this Optimus? I thought from what X-Brawn explained to me, he had gotten through to her."T-Ai asked her leader. He shook his head in his thoughts. He was running over the different places that Nasar could have run away too. There was the recent battle feilds, the islands, and then it clicked for him. "T-Ai, pinpoint the retired air base that we first located the Femmes."He demanded. The hologram nodded and typed in the cordinates. "Now locate the signals given off by her commlink.". T-Ai did as she was told and almost immideatly there was a blinking red dot on the map. "I've located Nasar's commlink signal, apparnently, she neglected to shut it down."T-Ai reported. "Shall I open a line?"She asked. Optimus shook his head. "No, I'll go and try to bring her back.". There were footsteps walking into the Control Room, and there stood Fizzle. Her hands firmly at her hips, and struggling not to glare. "How could you have driven her to do this?"She questioned harshly. Before Optimus could answer, she lashed out with a volley of questions. "Just because your out Leader you think she's just gonna automatically come back?" "You know she's not that easy to get through to." "I'm surpised that she didn't kill herself!". When the Femme had even trotted into the room, T-Ai had contacted Midnight Express, and had him come down when she called. And now was that time. Just as Fizzle was ready to launch an all out verbal attack on the AutoBot Leader, Midnight grabbed her by the arms, and said, "I'm terribly sorry about this Prime. She's got a temper problem from what I learn."He apologized. "Let me go look for Nasar!"Fizzle pleaded. When the Leader nodded, Fizzle jerked her arms out of Midnights' grasp. Shooting the other Bullet Train a glare, she transformed and sped to where she knew Nasar would be.
Nasar rolled to a stop infront of the abandoned air base. "Nasar! Transform!". Sighing, she walked inside the base and into her old room. Of course, everything was still there. Mainly the things she couldn't bear to move. Photos graced very inch of the walls. One of them, a framed one, she picked up from her bedside table. It was of the whole gang back on Cybertron. Everyone. It was charred slightly around the edges. But it was still there. It was with the soon to be sent crew to Earth. Of course, they were all seperated, but all looked hopeful.
Optimus stood in the center of the photo, his arms crossed over his front chestplate.
Team Bullet Train stood off to his right side, Rail Spikes hands on either of his brother's shoudlers, and Rapid Run was playfully wrapping his arm around Fizzles neck as Midnight Express was close to his oldest brothers side.
On Primes' other side, stood X-Brawn, a slightly younger Prowl, and each brother's hand rested on an even younger SideBurns' shoulders.
In the middle, stood the SpyChangers. HotShot stood in the center of his team, looking proud. Mirage and Ironhide stood next to eachother both of their optics sparking with their mirth. Cherry Pop stood at Mirages' other side, her head tilted tward his arm. Crosswise was standing with Wars and R.E.V. They all looked happy.
Then infront of that, The Build Team stood, a young Wedge and JumperKable surrounded by their team. HighTower had wrapped his arms around JumperKables neck. GrimLock and HeavyLoad behind the others, grinning widely.
Then there was Uncle Ratchet, his arms intertwined with Junkers'. But there was another Femme that she scarcely regognized. She looked alot like Junker, but instead of being purple and white, she was a light pink, like a rose and white. She stood off to the side slightly of the other too, a soft grin wrapping around her face.
Then in the very smack middle of the group, was something that clenched her spark, and made her whimper. It was of the FlipChangers, or herself, Onnichan, and TowLine. Onnichan was holding her in a hug, stooped to her level, and TowLine was grinning, on hand on Onnichans' shoulder.
"I knew you'd be here."Came a voice from on of the various shadows. Jumping, she nearly dropped the blessed photo. "Fizzle?" She asked into the darkness. She was greeted with nothing. Suddenly, there was a hand on her shoulder, making her yelp. Whirling, preparing to fire she realized that she had no weapons. Fizzle stood in the semi-darkness of it all, a sad expression that graced her pretty face. "Why'd you run away?"She asked. Nasar shrugged and placed the picture back onto the table where it belonged. "You have to have a decent reason Nasar. You don't just run off like that!"Fizzle burst out angrily. She was beginning to loose her temper with the teenage Femme. Nasar only rolled her optic. "I've got better things to do. Aidos."With a quick transformation, she sped out of the base, her rear tires kicking up dust. Fizzle herself, defeated, tramped back to the base.
"Any luck finding her?"Midnight Express questioned upon seeing the white and green Femme return to the base. Fizzle only brushed him away and ran into her quaters. With a boom, the thick door was closed and Fizzle was closed safe inside. She sat on her bed and leaned back. This was going to be quite a night. She stretched her slender legs and arms and lay back onto her bed with a long breath. Biting her lower lip in agitation, she heard a knock on her bedroom door. "May I come in?"Came another voice. Midnight. "Enter."She commanded. The older Bullet Train walked in the room, the door wide enough to allow his massive shoulder pads through the frame. "I wanted to check up on you thats all."He remarked out right. Fizzle allowed a bittersweet smile grace her lips almost bitterly. She let out a sigh and raised a hand to her forehead in almost hopeless abandon. Nasar was never this brooding...ever. Memories of Nasar ran through her head at a lightning speed rate. It was almost too much for her to bear. Midnight Express sat down on her bed and placed a hand on her shoulder and breathed a sigh. "Your worried about Nasar aren't you."He made his final statement. Fizzle snapped her head up and glared at him in a furious expression. "You almost as bad as Optimus!"She cried. She slapped him across the face and screamed. Almost immediatley there was a sudden BANG of an oppening iron door and frantic footsteps. Both Rapid run and Rail Spike burst into her room. "What the slag happened here!?"Rail Spike burst. Fizzle merely pointed a finger to Midnight Express postion, where He was holding his face and looking quite embarased in the process. "I merely stated that she was worried about Nasar. Apparently I have struck a nerve."He announced. He stood silently and walked out of the room in a slight huff. Fizzle turnd away the the rest of her team and frowned in distaste. "I knew I should have just have kept quiet."She muttered. Rail Spike looked at his brother and sighed. "Now look here Fizzle. I've known you for quite sometime, before Earth. I know your moods better than most. I know that it is not just you that is worried about Nasar. I want you to go and not only appoligize to Optimus for your unimmaginable behavior, but to Midnight Express."Rail Spike ordered. "Your not my boss. Just an annoying side kick if you will."Fizzle shot back. Now it was Rapid Runs' turn to become angered. "Now you better shut up and do what my brother tells you or---" there was a sudden crack that made the taller and older Bullet Train fall back a few steps. "Fizzle had punched Rapid Run in the face. "Bite me Rapid Run. You don't own me any more than you did ten years ago."Fizzle spit angrily. She looked at what was supposed to be her family, and let out an audible sob. "Just give me my friend back. That's all I'm God Damn asking!"She screamed, looking up at the heavans above. She raised her hands above her head, "I just want Nasar back Alpha Trion! You took everything away that she had! Now you took her away from me! I want her back!"She screamed. With a soft cry, she sank to her knees, buring her head into her white hands. Midnight Express approached her quietly. "Fizzle? Fizzle can you hear me? Please, calm down. We'll find her. I promise. I know it. "He assured. Fizzle didn't respond.
CherryPop's face was pale as she stumbled down the hall way. Her eyes were dull, and her pretty features held absoulute horror. She walked right past HotShot, whom was attepting to catch her attention. Fianally, she wound up walking into another AutoBot. Mirage. "Cherry? CherryPop what's wrong?"He asked. She let out a soft mumble of inaudible words. "What?"He asked her. Cherry fianally said a bit louder, "Nasar ran away.". Mirage took a slight step back. "What do you mean?"He asked her. "Exactically what I said. She's gone!"CherryPop broke down, and crumpled into Mirage's awaiting arms. Mirage nodded to HotRod, who made a quick get away, leaving the two alone. Mirage led Cherry to his quaters, quietly soothing her all the way. He sat her down on his bunk and she lay her head against his chest again. "She'll be fine. I know it. I know that she'll be fine. She's a real fighter, not just a little creampuff anymore. I know that everything will end up alright. She's a grown Femme Now."Mirage assured. CherryPop only sighed again. She needed somekind of support. And by God, she knew that Nasar was somewhere out there. Possible on the verge of killing herself. She remembered the horrified look in the her best friends eyes as X-Brawn and Prowl marched her away. Her terrified screams during the night in her sleep. The constant cries for her older brother. "She's just a child Mirage! What is she going to do? She barely can take care of herself. Never the less, stay out on her own!"Cherry cried out. Mirage held her closer and rocked her back and forth. "She'll be fine. I promise. We'll send out a search party and we'll find her.".
Nasars' wheels kicked up dust and rocks as she sped down the woods. Her speedometer was spinning rapidly and her other guages were whirling. She was getting tired and her exhaust was clogging up. Blast her laziness! She was deep in the forest now, her body was covered in nicks, dings and scratched paint. "Nasar! Transform!"Her car form changed to her robot form. She slumped against a large pine, and rested her head against the sturdy trunk.
Sky-Byte was annoyed and bored. As usual. Not only was he constanly getting down beat by the AutoBots, but there had been absoutly nothing to do! Suddenly, out of the corner of his optic he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. An AutoBot? The sight shocked him beyond belief. An AutoBot Femme! But those were supposed to either dead or banished. But his optics did not fail him. That was defanaitly a Femme propped up against that pine tree. She looked young, no older than a human age of mabye between of thirteen and sixteen at most. At that age...they were easy to mold and corrupt, quite amusing to watch. Would she remember her past of fighintg AutoBots? From her markings, she looked like a free-lance, not bound to any group of AutoBots. He transformed and landed about twenty feet away from her. Almost immediatly she jumped up. "Who're you?!"She exclaimed. Her hand snagged at her firing arm, to find nothing there. She vaguely remembered that Prowl had taken her weapons and put them in that cupboard back in the room. "Slaggit!"She exclaimed. Sky-Byte pretended to look appaled. "Such language for a lady! I'm suprised."He smirked. Nasar slowly relaxed, her tense arms slowly lowering. "Who are you? Where are you from?"She questioned again. Sky-Byte grinned to himself horribly, she was falling right into his trap. This was going along perfectly. Just as he had planned.
"Nasar is still missing sir. We're still looking for her."Prowl reported. Optimus looked away from the screen and over to Skid-Z. The posessed AutoBot was fuming over himself. He himself felt horrible. He still heard Nasars' screaming of, "family dosen't back stab!". Skid-Z turned away from the screen and headed to his room. He once again opened the side drawer and removed Nasars letter.
'I wanted to tell you I still love you, even if I'm not in your care anymore. And still...this will not be the end. We've still got a war to fight! I love you.'
He bit his lip so hard fluid leaked from beneath his cast iron teeth. He held the letter close to himself. "What HAVE I done?"He asked himself. He put the letter away again and returned to the Command Room. Optimus looked up from one of the screens where Hot Shot was reporting. Nothing. He looked around the room, remembering that just one night ago, he was holding his Ni tight in his arms, over joyed that she was with him again. Now, the only thing there was a distressed Junker and a slightly furious Optimus Prime. 'What have I done?'He asked himself agian.
"So your NOT the bad guy."Nasar obsereved. Sky-Byte nodded dutifully. "Of course! I am here to help!"He announced. 'This crazy Femme is dumber than I thought! This is going to be TOO easy!'He mentally chuckled. "What's your name anyway?"Nasar asked, breaking his train of thought. "My name, is Sky-Byte, young Femme. Now what is yours?"He asked, once again lacing his voice with honey. "Nasar.". Sky-Byte almost swallowed his spark. Was this the Femme......? He shook his head and cleared his it agian. "Shouldn't you be back at your base?"He questioned. Nasar shook her head. "I ran away.". Sky-Byte was truely intrigued by this statement. "You left the AutoBots? Strange. Why?"He asked. "I was taken away from my Onnichan. They didn't want him to take care of me 'cause they said he was possessed or somethin'. He was scared I would get hurt if he ran away and a....what's the word....Predacon! Yea, a Predacon attacked me. I think those are the bad guys."Nasar explained. Sky-Byte glanced at the Femme for the first actual time since they'd ran into eachother. She looked like she had been injured a long time ago, and was still showing the effects. With a lilth, almost languid hand, he reached down and grazed the patch with the tips of his hand. Almost instantly, Nasar was on her feet and kneed Sky-Byte in the groin. When the Mech was done in his strings of loud and suprised painfilled curses, he looked at Nasar, who was in a fighting stance. "Why...gasp...why did you do that?!"He sputtered, clutching his package. "Noone except Junker or Onni touches that patch! Every AutoBot knows that!"She cried. Once the pain in his lowers had subsided to a low throb, he seated himself on the ground and asked, "what happened anyway?". Nasar glanced at him momentarially, and flopped to the ground by him. "I really can't remember. But I know that I can't have this patch off. Ever since I was little Junker, would always tell me....'no no no. Nasar don't take the patch off. I know it's buggin' you but don't take it off.' And she would make me keep it on. But now I barely know that I'm wearing it."Nasar explained.Sky-Byte grinned. 'So the Femme has a weakness....how amusing.....'
TBC
Teaser for Next Chappie: Midnights' Choice.
Midnight looked at Fizzle, held tight in the grasp of the furious Decepticon. He bit his lip in fear. His hand clenched his wound on his side and squeezed his optics shut as Fizzles' screams echoed in his audios. The screeching of her armour snapping like twigs in the large hands that entraped her. He only thought of few things. His brothers. His life. His love. His weapons drawn he lunged at Scourge. He felt a flash of white hot pain in his chest, and realized something. The feather soft touches of Fizzle could no longer be felt, her screams for him were fading. Everything faded into mercifull blackness.