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Emrial, Chopper and Trice. They are mine! Plz use only with my
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Chapter 27
Should I Stay or Should I Go?
"Hot Shot!" Smokescreen crashed through the forest. "Where are you, buddy?"
"Mmmm."
Smokescreen parted the branches of some low trees, revealing a struggling Emrial and a knocked out Hot Shot.
"Here, let me help." Smokescreen grabbed the tree that trapped Hot Shot, and together they lifted the heavy timber off of the transformer.
"Hot Shot, are you okay?" Smokescreen bent down beside his fallen comrade.
"Uh..." Hot Shot had a glazed look in his optics as he moaned.
Smokescreen hefted Hot Shot up, draping him over his shoulder.
"So nice of you to show up." He nodded to Emrial.
"What?" She shrugged her shoulders.
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"Hmm. That girl could be a real threat." Sideways paced back and forth in the presence of Megatron.
Megatron snorted. "Do not worry about that little pest. She belongs to no one, she has disowned the Autobots, instead of worrying about the threat she imposes we should be thinking of ways of winning to our side!"
"She never will. She knows to much...about me." Sideways told himself. "As long as I'm here there is no hope." He lifted his hands in defeat. "Curse you organic!"
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"Why did you leave us?" Optimus Prime whirled around at Emrial. "Do you think that you can come and go as you please and we'll keep accepting you with open arms?"
Emrial didn't meet the optics of the Autobot leader. She stared at the floor.
"It's time for you to decide, are you for us? Or against us?" Optimus questioned.
A tear ran down Emrial's cheek.
"What is your problem? Why is so hard for you to decide?!" Optimus just about lost his patience with the human sort of being.
"I'm not Autobot." Emrial whispered.
"What did you say?" Optimus leaned over, trying to hear what she was saying.
"I'm not Autobot!" Emrial stared defiantly into his optics, her blue eyes blazing with the fire within them.
Optimus turned his back on her sadly. "Then you're against us?"
"I didn't say that!" Emrial stood up.
"Then what are you saying?" Optimus waved his arms.
"I am not Autobot, nor an I Decepticon, and I'm not a human either!" She shouted up at him.
Optimus stared at her, quite confused.
"Don't you get it?! I don't belong here! I'm not anything! I am of my own faction, I obey only me, I'm the only one of my kind, whatever I may be!" Emrial fumed.
"That's why I left. I'm not transformer! I don't belong here. As much as I try to fit in you can't escape the facts. I don't belong. I'm of my own, and on my own I shall remain."
"The humans aren't transformer either, and they are welcome!" Optimus retorted.
"But they're different." Emrial looked down at the ground.
"How? There's no difference as far as we're concerned."
"They're not trying to find out who they are. They know where they belong."
"How so?"
Emrial sighed. "Let me ask you this. Who are you?"
"Optimus Prime."
"What are you?"
"A transformer."
"What do you do?"
"I'm the leader of the Autobots."
"Where are you from?"
"Cybertron."
Optimus was still confused.
"Now answer those same questions about me."
Optimus thought a moment.
"Who am I? Where am I from?" Emrial persisted.
Optimus admitted defeat. "I don't know."
"Neither do I! That's the point."
"Huh?"
Emrial sighed. "I'd love to help you guys whoop the Decepticons, but right now I'm on a different mission. I want to be able to answer those questions about me."
"Oh. I guess you'll be leaving then?"
Emrial looked up at the large mech. "Yes, but not right away. I'd like to stay until Hot Shot is online so I can say goodbye to him."
Optimus nodded his approval as Emrial turned to exit the command center. "Emrial?" He called out to her. "You know, if you're ever around, you're always welcome here."
Emrial turned. "Yes, thank you." Light tears welled up in her eyes. "Goodbye Prime."
"Goodbye, Emrial."
The door hissed open and Emrial walked slowly to the med-bay, holding on to her last walk through the base.
Optimus sighed heavily as he exited the room, he couldn't help feeling a pang of sadness.
"So, how'd it go?" Scavenger leaned against a nearby wall. He had just revealed his allegiance to the Autobots that very day.
Optimus's gaze wearily shifted over to his old friend. "She's leaving."
"Should've known. She just doesn't belong here." Scavenger shifted his feet to a more comfortable position.
"But she could have!" Optimus pounded his fist into the wall, leaving a large dent. "She could've belonged!" He stormed off.
"Sheesh. What'd I do?" Scavenger yawned.
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"So, you're leaving?" Hot Shot laid on one of the many med-beds.
"I'm sorry, but I have to. I have to find out who I am." Emrial slid her hand into the Autobot's giant one. "But I promise, someday I'll return."
"That might be a while. I'm going to miss you." Hot Shot ruffled her hair with his index finger. "But if you have to go, you have to go."
"It'll only be a little while." She patted his finger.
"A little while can last for an eternity."
"Oh, don't say things like that!" Emrial slapped his hand with hers; tears flowed freely from her eyes.
"You know, Emrial, if you're home planet isn't Earth, then how are you going to travel to other planets?" Red Alert came up behind the two.
"Huh?" Emrial had a look of utter confusion on her face.
"How are you going to travel?" Red repeated his inquiry.
"I can fly." Emrial straightened herself up, her wings sprouted from her back and she flapped them as if to prove the point to Red Alert.
"But do you seriously plan to fly for billions of miles at a time? You're energy would run out before you made it halfway there." He pointed out.
"Crud, you're right." Emrial slid down, grasping her head in her hands.
"Tell you what, I'll make a deal with you. You stay and help us with our mission, and in return we'll supply you with a ship." He bargained with the organic.
"You drive a hard bargain. Do you think I can stay after that load of hooplah I just fed Prime?"
"I'm sure he'll come to terms with you."
Emrial sighed, slumping her shoulders. "I don't know..."
Jet, stay. It is your destiny. You are needed here. Stay a while longer.
"Wha...what?" Emrial looked behind her.
"What's wrong?" Red asked.
"Nothing, I just thought I heard something." She turned her attention back to Red.
Stay, Jet. Stay.
"RRR!" Emrial grasped her head. "Alright already! I'll stay!"
"Good." Red smiled.
"Bweeep...bweeeeeeep!" The mini con alarm rang throughout the base.
"Now go, fight alongside us! We need someone to take Hot Shot's place until he's ready to go back into battle again!" Red beckoned Emrial.
Emrial nodded before running out of the room. She stopped in the doorway, looking back at the two transformers in the room.
"Aren't you coming?" She called to Red Alert.
"I have to stay here and take care of Hot Shot. Go ahead, you can do it without us. Prime and Smokescreen are already waiting at the warp gate. Hurry!" Red chuckled as he watched the growing teenager that was speeding away from him.
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Chopper kneeled next to Trice in his secluded part of the med-bay.
"Do you hear that? She's come to her senses! She's staying!" Chopper beamed at her still friend.
"Soon, soon, so very soon...."
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Bwa ha ha ha ha ! cliffhanger ^_______^ thanks to all of you who have reviewed. I just want to inform you (in case you didn't already know) that I've started the fic where Demolisher is at college. It's called "The Essays of Daniel Thor" plz R&R ^___^
Oh, and if any of you saw this week's Transformer: Energon episode, could you plz tell me what happened? I had to miss it because our satellite dish wasn't working quite right and it wasn't picking up a few channels, and Cartoon Network just HAD to be one of those few. . so, id really appreciate if any of you could update me on what happened. Im gather info from the show already for the sequel to this story that takes place in the Energon series, so I can't afford to miss an episode. Thanx ^___^
I promise I'll be updating as soon as I can. Later-
Plz review! ! ^__^
Chapter 27
Should I Stay or Should I Go?
"Hot Shot!" Smokescreen crashed through the forest. "Where are you, buddy?"
"Mmmm."
Smokescreen parted the branches of some low trees, revealing a struggling Emrial and a knocked out Hot Shot.
"Here, let me help." Smokescreen grabbed the tree that trapped Hot Shot, and together they lifted the heavy timber off of the transformer.
"Hot Shot, are you okay?" Smokescreen bent down beside his fallen comrade.
"Uh..." Hot Shot had a glazed look in his optics as he moaned.
Smokescreen hefted Hot Shot up, draping him over his shoulder.
"So nice of you to show up." He nodded to Emrial.
"What?" She shrugged her shoulders.
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"Hmm. That girl could be a real threat." Sideways paced back and forth in the presence of Megatron.
Megatron snorted. "Do not worry about that little pest. She belongs to no one, she has disowned the Autobots, instead of worrying about the threat she imposes we should be thinking of ways of winning to our side!"
"She never will. She knows to much...about me." Sideways told himself. "As long as I'm here there is no hope." He lifted his hands in defeat. "Curse you organic!"
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"Why did you leave us?" Optimus Prime whirled around at Emrial. "Do you think that you can come and go as you please and we'll keep accepting you with open arms?"
Emrial didn't meet the optics of the Autobot leader. She stared at the floor.
"It's time for you to decide, are you for us? Or against us?" Optimus questioned.
A tear ran down Emrial's cheek.
"What is your problem? Why is so hard for you to decide?!" Optimus just about lost his patience with the human sort of being.
"I'm not Autobot." Emrial whispered.
"What did you say?" Optimus leaned over, trying to hear what she was saying.
"I'm not Autobot!" Emrial stared defiantly into his optics, her blue eyes blazing with the fire within them.
Optimus turned his back on her sadly. "Then you're against us?"
"I didn't say that!" Emrial stood up.
"Then what are you saying?" Optimus waved his arms.
"I am not Autobot, nor an I Decepticon, and I'm not a human either!" She shouted up at him.
Optimus stared at her, quite confused.
"Don't you get it?! I don't belong here! I'm not anything! I am of my own faction, I obey only me, I'm the only one of my kind, whatever I may be!" Emrial fumed.
"That's why I left. I'm not transformer! I don't belong here. As much as I try to fit in you can't escape the facts. I don't belong. I'm of my own, and on my own I shall remain."
"The humans aren't transformer either, and they are welcome!" Optimus retorted.
"But they're different." Emrial looked down at the ground.
"How? There's no difference as far as we're concerned."
"They're not trying to find out who they are. They know where they belong."
"How so?"
Emrial sighed. "Let me ask you this. Who are you?"
"Optimus Prime."
"What are you?"
"A transformer."
"What do you do?"
"I'm the leader of the Autobots."
"Where are you from?"
"Cybertron."
Optimus was still confused.
"Now answer those same questions about me."
Optimus thought a moment.
"Who am I? Where am I from?" Emrial persisted.
Optimus admitted defeat. "I don't know."
"Neither do I! That's the point."
"Huh?"
Emrial sighed. "I'd love to help you guys whoop the Decepticons, but right now I'm on a different mission. I want to be able to answer those questions about me."
"Oh. I guess you'll be leaving then?"
Emrial looked up at the large mech. "Yes, but not right away. I'd like to stay until Hot Shot is online so I can say goodbye to him."
Optimus nodded his approval as Emrial turned to exit the command center. "Emrial?" He called out to her. "You know, if you're ever around, you're always welcome here."
Emrial turned. "Yes, thank you." Light tears welled up in her eyes. "Goodbye Prime."
"Goodbye, Emrial."
The door hissed open and Emrial walked slowly to the med-bay, holding on to her last walk through the base.
Optimus sighed heavily as he exited the room, he couldn't help feeling a pang of sadness.
"So, how'd it go?" Scavenger leaned against a nearby wall. He had just revealed his allegiance to the Autobots that very day.
Optimus's gaze wearily shifted over to his old friend. "She's leaving."
"Should've known. She just doesn't belong here." Scavenger shifted his feet to a more comfortable position.
"But she could have!" Optimus pounded his fist into the wall, leaving a large dent. "She could've belonged!" He stormed off.
"Sheesh. What'd I do?" Scavenger yawned.
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"So, you're leaving?" Hot Shot laid on one of the many med-beds.
"I'm sorry, but I have to. I have to find out who I am." Emrial slid her hand into the Autobot's giant one. "But I promise, someday I'll return."
"That might be a while. I'm going to miss you." Hot Shot ruffled her hair with his index finger. "But if you have to go, you have to go."
"It'll only be a little while." She patted his finger.
"A little while can last for an eternity."
"Oh, don't say things like that!" Emrial slapped his hand with hers; tears flowed freely from her eyes.
"You know, Emrial, if you're home planet isn't Earth, then how are you going to travel to other planets?" Red Alert came up behind the two.
"Huh?" Emrial had a look of utter confusion on her face.
"How are you going to travel?" Red repeated his inquiry.
"I can fly." Emrial straightened herself up, her wings sprouted from her back and she flapped them as if to prove the point to Red Alert.
"But do you seriously plan to fly for billions of miles at a time? You're energy would run out before you made it halfway there." He pointed out.
"Crud, you're right." Emrial slid down, grasping her head in her hands.
"Tell you what, I'll make a deal with you. You stay and help us with our mission, and in return we'll supply you with a ship." He bargained with the organic.
"You drive a hard bargain. Do you think I can stay after that load of hooplah I just fed Prime?"
"I'm sure he'll come to terms with you."
Emrial sighed, slumping her shoulders. "I don't know..."
Jet, stay. It is your destiny. You are needed here. Stay a while longer.
"Wha...what?" Emrial looked behind her.
"What's wrong?" Red asked.
"Nothing, I just thought I heard something." She turned her attention back to Red.
Stay, Jet. Stay.
"RRR!" Emrial grasped her head. "Alright already! I'll stay!"
"Good." Red smiled.
"Bweeep...bweeeeeeep!" The mini con alarm rang throughout the base.
"Now go, fight alongside us! We need someone to take Hot Shot's place until he's ready to go back into battle again!" Red beckoned Emrial.
Emrial nodded before running out of the room. She stopped in the doorway, looking back at the two transformers in the room.
"Aren't you coming?" She called to Red Alert.
"I have to stay here and take care of Hot Shot. Go ahead, you can do it without us. Prime and Smokescreen are already waiting at the warp gate. Hurry!" Red chuckled as he watched the growing teenager that was speeding away from him.
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Chopper kneeled next to Trice in his secluded part of the med-bay.
"Do you hear that? She's come to her senses! She's staying!" Chopper beamed at her still friend.
"Soon, soon, so very soon...."
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Bwa ha ha ha ha ! cliffhanger ^_______^ thanks to all of you who have reviewed. I just want to inform you (in case you didn't already know) that I've started the fic where Demolisher is at college. It's called "The Essays of Daniel Thor" plz R&R ^___^
Oh, and if any of you saw this week's Transformer: Energon episode, could you plz tell me what happened? I had to miss it because our satellite dish wasn't working quite right and it wasn't picking up a few channels, and Cartoon Network just HAD to be one of those few. . so, id really appreciate if any of you could update me on what happened. Im gather info from the show already for the sequel to this story that takes place in the Energon series, so I can't afford to miss an episode. Thanx ^___^
I promise I'll be updating as soon as I can. Later-
Plz review! ! ^__^