KatDrama: Hey guys, you know what?
Kitty: -- hard to tell
KatDrama: I'm pondering over wither or not we should have our own fic!
Kitty: 0O you mean it??????
KatDrama: by the powers invested in me as an author, I can make it happen.....
Kitty: Sweet.......
Kat: so, if you guys think you'd read a fic starring me an my counterparts, plz send in a review saying so. And now, the story:
Chapter 34
Chancing With Death
"I think I've figured it out." Red Alert was pushing a few buttons on a computer module and several images popped up on a display screen.
"I don't think I have. Please explain." Optimus held his chin as he studied the images, as did all the other Autobots present in the observing room.
"This is the original scan I took of Emrial a while back when we made the x- ray. This is her metal/blood count: 100%." Red announced. "Now, these are scans I've taken of her every time she's been in med-bay. You'll notice the difference between before battles and after battles." Sure enough, after every battle her metal/blood count decreased.
"So, is that why she's so prone to fainting after she's used those metal, whatever powers of hers?" Hot Shot questioned.
"I believe so. I also believe that that's the reason why she is so weak right now. This is a scan I took just this afternoon after Blurr returned her to the med-bay. You can see that her metal/blood count is very low, only at 6%."
"Wheeew. So, how do we increase her metal to blood count?" Jet Fire whistled as he studied the stats.
"That, I don't know." Red Alert visibly slumped in defeat.
"Maybe if we give her some motor oil to drink...."
"Don't be crazy, Hot Shot! That'd kill her for sure!" Blurr snapped.
"Sorry, I didn't know." Hot Shot inched away from his companions.
"Actually, Emrial isn't like other humans. What's poisonous to them might not be for her." Red mused. "In fact, the same treatments that we use for injured transformers who have lost a lot of Energon might work the same for her!" He jumped with excitement.
"Wait a minute Red...are you sure about this? It's not gonna kill her, right?" Jet Fire followed the science officer as he rummaged through assorted drawers and desktops, looking for this and that.
"Red Alert, are you sure this is safe?" Optimus demanded. "I won't put a member of our team in danger..."
Red Alert stopped his frantic search and stood to face his leader. "No."
"What?" Everyone in the room gasped.
"No, I'm not sure that it's safe, but it's worth the risk. At the way she's degrading she could die if we don't do something!" He stood boldly beside his decision.
"Well..." The Autobot flight commander placed a hand on the med-bot's shoulder as he sided with him. "If it's okay with Emrial, I'll stand by it." Jet Fire stared his leader directly in the optics. "Optimus, if you'll give us permission, at least let us TRY to save her."
Optimus was speechless. What was he to do? Either way he could be sending a helpless girl to her death. All optics were on him. "All right, if it's okay with Emrial, you can proceed." He finally nodded his permission.
"All right!! Oh---- Emrial!!" Jet Fire rushed into the med-bay, calling out to his beloved friend in a singsong voice.
Emrial was so weak. She could barely acknowledge her greetings to the overly friendly transformer. It saddened Jet Fire's spark to see her sitting so drooped over on the edge of the med-bay. Her hollow eyes barely turned with her head of faded hair to face her friend. She tried to reach out to him, but frailly she slipped off of the table.
"Whoa! I gotcha!" Jet Fire dived forward and caught the girl in the palm of his large hand. She weakly smiled at him as he set her back on the table. She really is getting weaker. Jet Fire thought with concern. He softly stroked the side of her face with his large finger. Emrial smiled fondly and loosely wrapped her arms about his giant index finger.
"Guess what?" Jet Fire eased into a conversation.
"Huh?" Emrial weakly cocked her head.
"Red thinks he might have a cure. But..." He stopped and stared sadly at the misty blue eyes that gazed with such hope at him. "It might be risky. In fact, it could kill you. But if we don't do something soon, you're just plain...well..." Jet Fire rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Emrial, you're already dying! Every day, every hour, every once of energy you use is degrading you. If we don't do something now you might die anyways. But we need to know, do you want us to try the treatment?" He held his breath in anticipation.
Emrial sat silently for a few moments as she thought it over. It was an awful lot to think about. Either way, she was chancing with death. "Jet Fire..." She hoarsely whispered.
"Yes?" The bot leaned closer so his audio receptors could hear what she was saying.
"I want to live. Help...me..." She spoke softly before she collapsed, completely exhausted. Jet Fire gently laid her back unto the bed and covered her with a sheet.
"We'll try...we'll try..." An Energon tear threatened to spill down his face.
"Okay Red." Jet Fire wiped his face as he emerged back into the waiting room. "She told us to go ahead."
The med-bot nodded and began to prepare the treatment.
--
"Drip! Drip! Drip!"
Emrial was fading in and out of consciousness. She knew that Red Alert must have started the treatment. A various assortment of tubes were attached to her body. Slowly, vial after vial of refined Energon was pumped into her system. When she would open her eyes she would most often see the large, red-crested transformer looming over her. Jet Fire was constantly by her side. But in between the lapses of consciousness, darkness filled her mind.
She would seemly be floating in nothingness. Dark nothingness, where there was nothing to hold unto and nothing to stand upon. All she could do was float helplessly. Most times she would wake up, screaming for someone to rescue her. And then she would open her eyes, hear the dripping of Energon and see her large Autobot friends gathered about her, concern in their optics. Then slowly the pain would reach her again and she would be floating in the abyss again.
This time she found that she was not alone in the darkness. Strange people, transformers and voices reached out to her. Someone was calling her, beckoning her with a sweet voice. Emrial joyously floated to reach the outstretched hand. She saw bright lights and smiling faces as she was about to reach the glowing figure that shone like an angel. Suddenly, she saw a wounded and battered Trice, and Chopper jumped up in front of her, her arms blocking her path.
Emrial tried to push her away. "Why do you stop me?" Her voice echoed in the suspended space. "These people are smiling and happy and alive. I want to be happy!"
"Don't be deceived!" Chopper warned. "If you go that way all that will greet you is death and misery!"
Emrial stopped a moment. She looked puzzled at her mini con friend.
"Trice is still depending on you to awake him! More relies on you than you know! Because of this you must live and succeed! I can't let you do this!"
Great confusion filled Emrial's mind. Suddenly, instead of being surrounded by smiling faces and bright lights, darkness once again confined her, and mocking faces filled her vision. She struggled to get free of them. They laughed at her. And then, just when she was sure all would be lost she heard a chorus of voices, solid and strong, sweet, yet confident, that called out to her in harmony as if they were one person. Lighted images that she could not make out stood in front of her.
Jet, you must live. They called. Don't forget about us! We are still counting on you! You are our only hope, Jet. All of our hopes are in you. They spoke in unison, though their lips did not move.
"What? Who are you? I don't understand!" Emrial shouted as the images faded away. "Wait! Tell me more! What am I supposed to do?" She tried to reach out to them.
Live and find the way. Came the mysterious response.
"What?" Emrial's mind shrieked in confusion as the black void collapsed around her. She felt in enclose around her body, suffocating her. She tossed and turned as the darkness was replaced by a bright light...
--
"Get that oxygen to me! Her lungs are failing! She's not breathing!"
Emrial's eyes blinked open as she saw a large figure placing an oxygen mask over her mouth.
"Her body's reacting to the Energon!"
She felt pain grip her and winced as she tried to breathe, but couldn't.
"C'mon, just a little more! I know you can pull through it!"
"Quick! Hand me that vial over there! It'll counteract the effects!"
"Which one? This one?"
"No! Not that one! That one!"
"Oh...you mean this one?"
"No! GRRRR! I'll get it myself."
"Hey, I think she's coming around!"
"Good. Let's wait just a little while longer to see if her body can manage on it's own without this stuff."
"What stuff?"
"The stuff in this vial!"
"What is it?"
"Nothing that you would understand."
"Try me."
"Uh------no."
"You're no fun."
"Yeah, I've been told that before."
Emrial suddenly gasped as she felt air seep into her lungs and she engulfed air of her own free will. When she had caught her breath she stared up at the aerial and science officers. "Hello...I coulda died while you two were chatting away!" She managed to criticize.
"Whoa---harsh." Jet Fire backed off.
"We wanted to see if your body would accept the Energon on it's own. But we were ready to step in, in case it wouldn't." Red Alert informed her.
"Your body was going through a major shut down as it was trying to adjust to the new form of energy, but now that you're over that hurdle you should do just fine." He continued.
"Whew." Emrial flopped back down on her pillow. "That was really weird..."
"Man, am I sooo glad you made it! For a while there we had our doubts."
"Thanks for believing in me, Jet Fire."
The large bot smiled. "Well, it looks like you're getting your original spunk attitude back.
"Spunk?" Emrial glared into the commander's optics.
"Err...you know what I mean. Your whole 'I don't know who I am' rebellious trend."
"Rebellious trend?!"
"Err...you know what? I'm glad to see that you're going to be all right, so I think now Optimus will be wanting a report..." Jet Fire slipped out of the room.
"Red Alert?"
"Yes, Emrial?"
"When do you think I'll be well again?"
"Well, at this rate, a couple of days at least."
"Good." Emrial settled back into her bed. "Red Alert?"
"Yes, Emrial."
"Remind me to kick Jet Fire's butt then."
"Will do." He smiled as Emrial drifted off into a peaceful sleep. Now instead of darkness, gleeful pictures of what she would do to the aerial commander skipped across her mind. It was almost a pleasurable as counting sheep...
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YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How's that? I FINALLY UPDATED!!!!!!!!! sry it's taken sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo long, but now that school's out, guess what? I'm back again!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hoooooooo yah! But remember, if u don't review, that pbly means I WON"T update. So, you know what u should do, so GO DO IT!!! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!!!!!!!
Kitty: -- hard to tell
KatDrama: I'm pondering over wither or not we should have our own fic!
Kitty: 0O you mean it??????
KatDrama: by the powers invested in me as an author, I can make it happen.....
Kitty: Sweet.......
Kat: so, if you guys think you'd read a fic starring me an my counterparts, plz send in a review saying so. And now, the story:
Chapter 34
Chancing With Death
"I think I've figured it out." Red Alert was pushing a few buttons on a computer module and several images popped up on a display screen.
"I don't think I have. Please explain." Optimus held his chin as he studied the images, as did all the other Autobots present in the observing room.
"This is the original scan I took of Emrial a while back when we made the x- ray. This is her metal/blood count: 100%." Red announced. "Now, these are scans I've taken of her every time she's been in med-bay. You'll notice the difference between before battles and after battles." Sure enough, after every battle her metal/blood count decreased.
"So, is that why she's so prone to fainting after she's used those metal, whatever powers of hers?" Hot Shot questioned.
"I believe so. I also believe that that's the reason why she is so weak right now. This is a scan I took just this afternoon after Blurr returned her to the med-bay. You can see that her metal/blood count is very low, only at 6%."
"Wheeew. So, how do we increase her metal to blood count?" Jet Fire whistled as he studied the stats.
"That, I don't know." Red Alert visibly slumped in defeat.
"Maybe if we give her some motor oil to drink...."
"Don't be crazy, Hot Shot! That'd kill her for sure!" Blurr snapped.
"Sorry, I didn't know." Hot Shot inched away from his companions.
"Actually, Emrial isn't like other humans. What's poisonous to them might not be for her." Red mused. "In fact, the same treatments that we use for injured transformers who have lost a lot of Energon might work the same for her!" He jumped with excitement.
"Wait a minute Red...are you sure about this? It's not gonna kill her, right?" Jet Fire followed the science officer as he rummaged through assorted drawers and desktops, looking for this and that.
"Red Alert, are you sure this is safe?" Optimus demanded. "I won't put a member of our team in danger..."
Red Alert stopped his frantic search and stood to face his leader. "No."
"What?" Everyone in the room gasped.
"No, I'm not sure that it's safe, but it's worth the risk. At the way she's degrading she could die if we don't do something!" He stood boldly beside his decision.
"Well..." The Autobot flight commander placed a hand on the med-bot's shoulder as he sided with him. "If it's okay with Emrial, I'll stand by it." Jet Fire stared his leader directly in the optics. "Optimus, if you'll give us permission, at least let us TRY to save her."
Optimus was speechless. What was he to do? Either way he could be sending a helpless girl to her death. All optics were on him. "All right, if it's okay with Emrial, you can proceed." He finally nodded his permission.
"All right!! Oh---- Emrial!!" Jet Fire rushed into the med-bay, calling out to his beloved friend in a singsong voice.
Emrial was so weak. She could barely acknowledge her greetings to the overly friendly transformer. It saddened Jet Fire's spark to see her sitting so drooped over on the edge of the med-bay. Her hollow eyes barely turned with her head of faded hair to face her friend. She tried to reach out to him, but frailly she slipped off of the table.
"Whoa! I gotcha!" Jet Fire dived forward and caught the girl in the palm of his large hand. She weakly smiled at him as he set her back on the table. She really is getting weaker. Jet Fire thought with concern. He softly stroked the side of her face with his large finger. Emrial smiled fondly and loosely wrapped her arms about his giant index finger.
"Guess what?" Jet Fire eased into a conversation.
"Huh?" Emrial weakly cocked her head.
"Red thinks he might have a cure. But..." He stopped and stared sadly at the misty blue eyes that gazed with such hope at him. "It might be risky. In fact, it could kill you. But if we don't do something soon, you're just plain...well..." Jet Fire rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Emrial, you're already dying! Every day, every hour, every once of energy you use is degrading you. If we don't do something now you might die anyways. But we need to know, do you want us to try the treatment?" He held his breath in anticipation.
Emrial sat silently for a few moments as she thought it over. It was an awful lot to think about. Either way, she was chancing with death. "Jet Fire..." She hoarsely whispered.
"Yes?" The bot leaned closer so his audio receptors could hear what she was saying.
"I want to live. Help...me..." She spoke softly before she collapsed, completely exhausted. Jet Fire gently laid her back unto the bed and covered her with a sheet.
"We'll try...we'll try..." An Energon tear threatened to spill down his face.
"Okay Red." Jet Fire wiped his face as he emerged back into the waiting room. "She told us to go ahead."
The med-bot nodded and began to prepare the treatment.
--
"Drip! Drip! Drip!"
Emrial was fading in and out of consciousness. She knew that Red Alert must have started the treatment. A various assortment of tubes were attached to her body. Slowly, vial after vial of refined Energon was pumped into her system. When she would open her eyes she would most often see the large, red-crested transformer looming over her. Jet Fire was constantly by her side. But in between the lapses of consciousness, darkness filled her mind.
She would seemly be floating in nothingness. Dark nothingness, where there was nothing to hold unto and nothing to stand upon. All she could do was float helplessly. Most times she would wake up, screaming for someone to rescue her. And then she would open her eyes, hear the dripping of Energon and see her large Autobot friends gathered about her, concern in their optics. Then slowly the pain would reach her again and she would be floating in the abyss again.
This time she found that she was not alone in the darkness. Strange people, transformers and voices reached out to her. Someone was calling her, beckoning her with a sweet voice. Emrial joyously floated to reach the outstretched hand. She saw bright lights and smiling faces as she was about to reach the glowing figure that shone like an angel. Suddenly, she saw a wounded and battered Trice, and Chopper jumped up in front of her, her arms blocking her path.
Emrial tried to push her away. "Why do you stop me?" Her voice echoed in the suspended space. "These people are smiling and happy and alive. I want to be happy!"
"Don't be deceived!" Chopper warned. "If you go that way all that will greet you is death and misery!"
Emrial stopped a moment. She looked puzzled at her mini con friend.
"Trice is still depending on you to awake him! More relies on you than you know! Because of this you must live and succeed! I can't let you do this!"
Great confusion filled Emrial's mind. Suddenly, instead of being surrounded by smiling faces and bright lights, darkness once again confined her, and mocking faces filled her vision. She struggled to get free of them. They laughed at her. And then, just when she was sure all would be lost she heard a chorus of voices, solid and strong, sweet, yet confident, that called out to her in harmony as if they were one person. Lighted images that she could not make out stood in front of her.
Jet, you must live. They called. Don't forget about us! We are still counting on you! You are our only hope, Jet. All of our hopes are in you. They spoke in unison, though their lips did not move.
"What? Who are you? I don't understand!" Emrial shouted as the images faded away. "Wait! Tell me more! What am I supposed to do?" She tried to reach out to them.
Live and find the way. Came the mysterious response.
"What?" Emrial's mind shrieked in confusion as the black void collapsed around her. She felt in enclose around her body, suffocating her. She tossed and turned as the darkness was replaced by a bright light...
--
"Get that oxygen to me! Her lungs are failing! She's not breathing!"
Emrial's eyes blinked open as she saw a large figure placing an oxygen mask over her mouth.
"Her body's reacting to the Energon!"
She felt pain grip her and winced as she tried to breathe, but couldn't.
"C'mon, just a little more! I know you can pull through it!"
"Quick! Hand me that vial over there! It'll counteract the effects!"
"Which one? This one?"
"No! Not that one! That one!"
"Oh...you mean this one?"
"No! GRRRR! I'll get it myself."
"Hey, I think she's coming around!"
"Good. Let's wait just a little while longer to see if her body can manage on it's own without this stuff."
"What stuff?"
"The stuff in this vial!"
"What is it?"
"Nothing that you would understand."
"Try me."
"Uh------no."
"You're no fun."
"Yeah, I've been told that before."
Emrial suddenly gasped as she felt air seep into her lungs and she engulfed air of her own free will. When she had caught her breath she stared up at the aerial and science officers. "Hello...I coulda died while you two were chatting away!" She managed to criticize.
"Whoa---harsh." Jet Fire backed off.
"We wanted to see if your body would accept the Energon on it's own. But we were ready to step in, in case it wouldn't." Red Alert informed her.
"Your body was going through a major shut down as it was trying to adjust to the new form of energy, but now that you're over that hurdle you should do just fine." He continued.
"Whew." Emrial flopped back down on her pillow. "That was really weird..."
"Man, am I sooo glad you made it! For a while there we had our doubts."
"Thanks for believing in me, Jet Fire."
The large bot smiled. "Well, it looks like you're getting your original spunk attitude back.
"Spunk?" Emrial glared into the commander's optics.
"Err...you know what I mean. Your whole 'I don't know who I am' rebellious trend."
"Rebellious trend?!"
"Err...you know what? I'm glad to see that you're going to be all right, so I think now Optimus will be wanting a report..." Jet Fire slipped out of the room.
"Red Alert?"
"Yes, Emrial?"
"When do you think I'll be well again?"
"Well, at this rate, a couple of days at least."
"Good." Emrial settled back into her bed. "Red Alert?"
"Yes, Emrial."
"Remind me to kick Jet Fire's butt then."
"Will do." He smiled as Emrial drifted off into a peaceful sleep. Now instead of darkness, gleeful pictures of what she would do to the aerial commander skipped across her mind. It was almost a pleasurable as counting sheep...
--
YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How's that? I FINALLY UPDATED!!!!!!!!! sry it's taken sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo long, but now that school's out, guess what? I'm back again!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hoooooooo yah! But remember, if u don't review, that pbly means I WON"T update. So, you know what u should do, so GO DO IT!!! REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!!!!!!!