KatDrama: sry it's taken sooo long guys! First I had writers block! Then I had chores to do! Then the internet wouldn't hook up...and all sorts of thing lead up to the delay of this chapter! I rewrote it (counts on fingers) at LEAST 4 times! It's sort of difficult to write this section of the story, but I already know what's going to happen in the next chapter, so that won't be too hard to write. So, read & review plz!!!
Chapter 37
Space is Dull
For as long as I can remember, I have always been Emrial, and nothing else. It's hard to imagine...the speaker drew in a sharp breath...a time when I...was not. A small femme on the hull of a ship speeding through space lowered her helmeted head. And if that past life is a reality...then what am I living now?
In the vastness of space many find time to think out deep questions in the seemingly never-ending void. Surrounded by nothingness except a cold black and many distant little stars. The Autobot ship, now conquered by the Decepticons, lulled momentarily in the vastness as the occupants inside the bridge opened a warp gate to their home planet.
Deep within the ship's belly our beloved Autobots were being held. As you can imagine, the moral was very low, even for the most optimistic of them. The large space shuttle transformer, Jet Fire could not help but be tense in about the whole situation. The wisecracking sub-commander was for once content to sit in solemn silence while looking out of the small window in the cell into the black space. His large shoulders slumped heavily as he released a burdened sigh.
"What's wrong?" A broken voice brought his attention back from his melancholy watch.
Jet Fire blinked back a few sudden tears as he turned to face the fallen speaker. Though he could not quite tell what Red Alert was feeling through his single red optic he could tell through his voice that he was in almost unbearable pain. "What ISN'T wrong?" The second in command forced a smile for his companion's sake.
"Well, we're all still alive." Red for once was trying to dwell on the positives and not the statistics.
"How are you holding up?" Jet Fire kneeled down beside the damaged bot who had been laid upon the floor.
The wounded one extended his hand and clasped it in the other's palm. "I'm fine. Really." He tried to fake a smile.
"C'mon, Red. Don't lie to me. Now is really not the time!" Red Alert smiled even more through the pain much to frustration of the experienced warrior.
"Psssst! Hey! Jet Fire!" A voice distracted the large one. Jet Fire stood up and walked over to the crackling energy bars of his shared cell.
"Huh? Who said that?" He commanded.
"Quiet!" Jet Fire's optics darted over to the dark cell across the broad hallway. Two pairs of glowing optics stared into his. "How's Red Alert?" One voice pressed in low tones.
"He's fine. Why are we whispering?" Jet Fire stood blatantly ignorant.
"Shhh! There's a security camera surveying the hallway. Be quiet and act casually." The bot in the shadows demonstrated by pretending to lay back and go to sleep.
"Oh." Jet Fire slowly walked away from the bars and resumed his position over Red Alert.
"So...what's the plan?" Another voice came from across the hall.
"Plan?!" Jet Fire cocked his head sideways and looked at Blurr who was leaning against a wall of his cell.
"We can't get in contact with Optimus. He's being held separately. You're second in command. In the absence of our leader the position is naturally defaulted to you. You're in charge now. It's up to you to get us out of this." Blurr never even opened an optic.
"I don't know! The situation seems pretty hopeless to me." Jet Fire grumbled.
"What?! You're not even going to try?!" Hot Shot jumped up, throwing caution to the wind.
"What do you expect me to do?! Wave a magic wand and make it all be right again?! Hot Shot, there are times when it is best to accept defeat!!" Jet Fire too stood in his rage.
"Yeah, well, this is not one of those times! I, for one, am not going to give up! There are people counting on us!" Hot Shot shouted. "Optimus is counting on us! The kids are defenseless without us!! Cybertron is counting on us for Pete's sake!!" Suddenly the young transformer took on a sadder tone. "Red Alert is counting on YOU." He pointed an accusing finger at the bot who stood across the hallway.
Jet Fire gulped as the information took in. Blurr gradually drug Hot Shot back into the shadows of their cell. Jet Fire blinked for a moment before gazing at his wounded comrade. For Red Alert. He gritted his teeth. He knew they were all doomed, but at least they could go out with a bang, ne?
--
"Hmm...should I make my attack now when we're miles away from everything or closer to Cybertron?" Emrial scratched her chin as she plotted strategy. She smiled as thoughts of the havoc she would release upon the Decepticons. "Should I use a big gun or my sword? Or...both?" She smiled evilly. This was the most fun she'd had in a while. Though it wasn't quite the time nor the place for laughter one still could not help but chuckle as she listed all the options set before her. "Should I say 'Give it up Decepti-creeps!' or 'Your doom has come'? Should I run Megatron through with my sword or should I cut his ugly horned head off? Should I strangle Starscream or shoot his head off..." Oh the amusements one could come up with in space!
!Review, por favor!
Chapter 37
Space is Dull
For as long as I can remember, I have always been Emrial, and nothing else. It's hard to imagine...the speaker drew in a sharp breath...a time when I...was not. A small femme on the hull of a ship speeding through space lowered her helmeted head. And if that past life is a reality...then what am I living now?
In the vastness of space many find time to think out deep questions in the seemingly never-ending void. Surrounded by nothingness except a cold black and many distant little stars. The Autobot ship, now conquered by the Decepticons, lulled momentarily in the vastness as the occupants inside the bridge opened a warp gate to their home planet.
Deep within the ship's belly our beloved Autobots were being held. As you can imagine, the moral was very low, even for the most optimistic of them. The large space shuttle transformer, Jet Fire could not help but be tense in about the whole situation. The wisecracking sub-commander was for once content to sit in solemn silence while looking out of the small window in the cell into the black space. His large shoulders slumped heavily as he released a burdened sigh.
"What's wrong?" A broken voice brought his attention back from his melancholy watch.
Jet Fire blinked back a few sudden tears as he turned to face the fallen speaker. Though he could not quite tell what Red Alert was feeling through his single red optic he could tell through his voice that he was in almost unbearable pain. "What ISN'T wrong?" The second in command forced a smile for his companion's sake.
"Well, we're all still alive." Red for once was trying to dwell on the positives and not the statistics.
"How are you holding up?" Jet Fire kneeled down beside the damaged bot who had been laid upon the floor.
The wounded one extended his hand and clasped it in the other's palm. "I'm fine. Really." He tried to fake a smile.
"C'mon, Red. Don't lie to me. Now is really not the time!" Red Alert smiled even more through the pain much to frustration of the experienced warrior.
"Psssst! Hey! Jet Fire!" A voice distracted the large one. Jet Fire stood up and walked over to the crackling energy bars of his shared cell.
"Huh? Who said that?" He commanded.
"Quiet!" Jet Fire's optics darted over to the dark cell across the broad hallway. Two pairs of glowing optics stared into his. "How's Red Alert?" One voice pressed in low tones.
"He's fine. Why are we whispering?" Jet Fire stood blatantly ignorant.
"Shhh! There's a security camera surveying the hallway. Be quiet and act casually." The bot in the shadows demonstrated by pretending to lay back and go to sleep.
"Oh." Jet Fire slowly walked away from the bars and resumed his position over Red Alert.
"So...what's the plan?" Another voice came from across the hall.
"Plan?!" Jet Fire cocked his head sideways and looked at Blurr who was leaning against a wall of his cell.
"We can't get in contact with Optimus. He's being held separately. You're second in command. In the absence of our leader the position is naturally defaulted to you. You're in charge now. It's up to you to get us out of this." Blurr never even opened an optic.
"I don't know! The situation seems pretty hopeless to me." Jet Fire grumbled.
"What?! You're not even going to try?!" Hot Shot jumped up, throwing caution to the wind.
"What do you expect me to do?! Wave a magic wand and make it all be right again?! Hot Shot, there are times when it is best to accept defeat!!" Jet Fire too stood in his rage.
"Yeah, well, this is not one of those times! I, for one, am not going to give up! There are people counting on us!" Hot Shot shouted. "Optimus is counting on us! The kids are defenseless without us!! Cybertron is counting on us for Pete's sake!!" Suddenly the young transformer took on a sadder tone. "Red Alert is counting on YOU." He pointed an accusing finger at the bot who stood across the hallway.
Jet Fire gulped as the information took in. Blurr gradually drug Hot Shot back into the shadows of their cell. Jet Fire blinked for a moment before gazing at his wounded comrade. For Red Alert. He gritted his teeth. He knew they were all doomed, but at least they could go out with a bang, ne?
--
"Hmm...should I make my attack now when we're miles away from everything or closer to Cybertron?" Emrial scratched her chin as she plotted strategy. She smiled as thoughts of the havoc she would release upon the Decepticons. "Should I use a big gun or my sword? Or...both?" She smiled evilly. This was the most fun she'd had in a while. Though it wasn't quite the time nor the place for laughter one still could not help but chuckle as she listed all the options set before her. "Should I say 'Give it up Decepti-creeps!' or 'Your doom has come'? Should I run Megatron through with my sword or should I cut his ugly horned head off? Should I strangle Starscream or shoot his head off..." Oh the amusements one could come up with in space!
!Review, por favor!