Chapter 44
Jet Blast
A human like girl, millions of miles away from the planet she claimed as home. What was she doing here, on this strange planet of metal beings? It was accident that she ever met them, but was it accident that she was standing on their planet now, a big gun in hand, destined to be Cybertron's savior from the menacing threat of Unicron? Was it destiny that she began to fly towards the planet-sized transformer? Was it fate that had brought her here? Was it planned in the cosmos that she would fall in love with one of the metallic giants? Was it accident that another loved her?
Emrial breathed rapidly, psyching herself up for the mission ahead. Closing her sweet blue eyes she took one long calming breath. In a light flash of green, her inner armor began to consume her. Familiar blackish blue plating lined her legs and arms. A small shield adorned her arm. In the final seconds of transformation her helmet formed on her head. With a mask and visor like Blurr, and a crest and earpieces like Optimus, and her burning blue optics, she looked every bit an Autobot femme.
"Are you nervous?" A large white transformer with a stylish red crest asked as he fiddled with his weapon. Jet Fire couldn't help but feel a tinge of worry about the teenage earth girl. She was so young, so small...so frail compared to other transformers. Could she really stand up to Unicron?
Emrial chuckled nervously as she finished the transformation from the human girl to her current mech form. "Nervous would be an understatement. If I weren't in femme mode right now I swear I would be peeing my pants." She trembled slightly as she willed her wings into existence.
The kind Autobot smiled underneath his mask. Chuckling slightly he laid one of his gigantic hands on her shoulder and squeezed slightly. "You'll do okay. The worse thing that could happen is that your plan wouldn't work."
The femme's spark jumped slightly at the touch of the older mech's hand. It felt so comforting. A fuzzy feeling of warmth seeped through her veins; she sighed slightly and leaned back into him. Choking back her fears she wrapped an arm around his gigantic girth and hugged him for what she hoped was not the last time. "Thank you, Jet Fire." She barely managed to blink back the Energon tears forming the corners of her optics.
Jet Fire felt a little surprised at her reaction to his encouragement, but after a moment of disturbing awkwardness, he smiled and returned the embrace, one of his hands softly rubbing her back. His optics drifted from her sweet face up to the giant threat that orbited the planet. Unicron seemed to be waiting for some motive to attack, as if he enjoyed just scarring the crap out of his victims long before eating them. Jet Fire coughed slightly and let go of the mech that still clung to him. "I suppose we better get going."
"Uh-huh." Emrial nodded her head sadly as she let go of the lovable giant. Sniffing back the tears she grabbed her gun that lay by her feet. Cocking it up on her shoulder she nodded to the Autobot vice-commander in a strictly business fashion. "Tell Hot Shot to have his troops move out and create the planned distraction. Are Optimus and Megatron ready to move in?"
"Jus' a sec." Jet Fire winked as he turned on his communicator. "Optimus, we're ready to commence operation 'Big Gun'. Are you ready?"
"Tell Emrial to go ahead. Hot Shot is ready to leave the planets surface." The reply came.
"Give the word sir." Jet Fire stood stiffly at attention.
"Attention all Autobots!" Optimus spoke through all communication channels.
"And Decepticons! And Decepticons!" Everyone could hear Megatron ranting in the background.
"...and Decepticons. We are ready to commence what we hope to be the final attack on Unicron. Is everybody ready?"
"Hot Shot reporting. All systems go, my squad shows all green lights."
"Demolisher, sir. Troops in place."
"Tidal Wave ready."
"We're all counting on you, Emrial! Go show that big hunk of metal who's boss!"
"Blurr, is your squadron ready?"
"Err...ahem...yes, Optimus sir." Blurr's spark ached. All he wanted to do was to let Emrial know that he was supporting her. He wanted to let her know that he would not surrender this time. He would stand beside her until he was no longer functional. He had almost got her killed once, no, maybe even twice, and he was not about to let her die because of him.
"Autobots! Move out! Good luck to you all!" Optimus cheered.
"Go Decepticons! Show these Autobots that we are no quitters! Do not come back until you defeat Unicron! And THAT'S a threat!!" Megatron shouted into the comm system.
A mass of transformer ships, both Autobot and Decepticon alike, more numerous than any one could possibly count filled the skies and began to move into space. Emrial flew up in the cover of the ships. There were big ones that moved like behemoth whales of space, and others that were small and quick as the darting hummingbird. These small ships weaved in and out between the large ships. Some moved in squads, and others were independent, moving on their own. Emrial took cover beside a small one marked Autobot. She kept pace with it as it darted between and around ships as if she could tell what moves the pilot was going to make before he made them.
Hot Shot flew his small ship between two big ones and gave a small whoop on enjoyment as he raced another ship. Smiling nervously, trying to keep his mind off of the battle, the bot glanced away from the control panel of his ship. He gasped, his optics bulging slightly. Beside his ship a lone femme flew, her booster jets flaring and wings tilting to change direction and keep up with his ship. Her optics were set forward on their target. Hot Shot stared dreamily at the girl. Her armor shined and reflected the light of tons of afterburners. She had this determined look to her stance as she held a very large gun with two hands.
"Oh...Emrial..." Hot Shot placed his hand on the window where she was. "Please be safe." He was suddenly jolted forward in his seat as he felt the wing of his craft ram into something.
"Hot Shot, what the bleep do you think you're doing? That was a new paint job!" The Autobot vice-commander shouted. Hot Shot looked out his other window to see the space ship flying next to him. "Keep your bleeping hands on the bleeping joystick, you bleeping bleeper! Don't you bleeping know how to fly your own bleeping ship?!"
"Aw, shut your trap Jet Fire." Hot Shot gritted his teeth as he regained control of his space ship.
"Hey, you better watch yourself, mister!" Jet Fire threatened.
"Ooooh, I'm really scared. Somebody help me, Jet Fire's going to tell on me! Whatever shall I do?" Hot Shot retorted sarcastically.
"What is with you? If this weren't an important mission I'd have you back at the base and court marshaled before you could say 'Uncle'."
"Nothing, nothing at all. Just leave me alone." Hot Shot steered his ship sharply away, causing Emrial to rear back to keep from being hit.
"You crazy kid!" Jet Fire called after him. "Emrial, are you okay?"
"A little shaken, but okay." She continued her flight path beside the earth style spaceship.
"I don't know what is with him." Jet Fire sighed.
"Him who?" Emrial turned her head to look at him.
"Hot Shot, he was piloting that ship."
"Oh, I didn't know that. I was so focused on the target, I..."
"It's okay, it's better that you do that. Still, I wonder what's gotten in to him. It's not like him to brush off a superior like that."
"Maybe it's that time of the month." Emrial giggled. Jet Fire had to chuckle at her whimsical expression. He jokingly nudged her with his hull.
"Why you little rascal..." He laughed.
Emrial sighed and regained her composure. "We're almost in range." She gestured to the looming giant ahead of them.
"Alright." Jet Fire quickly transformed to his natural, handsome self. "Everyone, scatter and fire!" He waved with his hand. Laser beams lighted the dark of space as all ships opened fire on Unicron.
Emrial used her thrusters to stop and stay positioned in one spot. She propped the large gun upon her shoulder. With set optics she nodded to the Autobot vice-commander. Jet Fire immediately radioed his leader. "Everything in place, are you ready to invade Unicron after the blast?"
"Yes, proceed." Came the reply from Optimus.
"Jet Fire?" Emrial asked grimly.
"Yeah?"
"Whatever happens after this blast, I don't want you to worry about me, okay? Promise me that no matter what you will focus on destroying Unicron first."
"Uh...sure."
"And, if something does happen to me, please keep an eye on Trice, Chopper and Tank for me."
"Say, I haven't seen those buggers today. What'd you do to them?" Jet Fire scratched his chin.
"They wanted to combine with me and come on this mission too, but it's too dangerous. I don't want to loose any of them ever again, so I welded them to the walls in the med bay. They'll give Red someone to talk to until I get back."
"Boy, that's a little much, don't you think?"
"Jet Fire, please. Just move to a safe distance now. I'm ready to fire the gun."
"Okay." Jet Fire hesitantly moved off. "Everyone, clear the blast radius!" He commanded, and all the ships moved off of Unicron to behind Emrial.
"Hey ugly!" It was her dream unfolding. Without thinking, she launched a missile from one of the rocket launchers on her wings. The missile exploded harmlessly on Unicron's face. The seemingly mindless giant turned his enormous head to her. At the exact moment his optics focused on her she fired the gun.
A huge amount of red energy gathered at the barrel of the gun. When the weapon reached full capacity it fired a wide beam. Though she fired her thrusters in the opposite direction, Emrial still felt herself being rocketed backwards. She closed her eyes when she felt herself scrape into a ship. She moved with her shoulder running along the entire length of the behemoth. If there were sound in space she would have been nauseated from the sickening grinding of armor, then flesh, then bone against the hull of the ship. Her eyes snapped open when she had cleared the ship. The long line of red blood and human flesh on the ship sent shivers up her spine. That's when the pain reached her. She screamed out, but no one heard her. She was in a black expanse of space that no one else occupied. As her vision became fuzzy she looked up to see the lights of a battle taking place at what seemed a long ways away. "Good, they've continued on without me." She sighed with a smile as she willingly let go of consciousness.
A/n: hi peoples! Thanx for all the reviews!
Boy, I can't believe that this story is coming to a close soon. I'd say that there's at most three chapters after this one, not including the alternate endings I've planned.
Back when I first started the story, this was the chapter I had visualized in my mind when I name the story 'Jet Blast'. This is the one I've been waiting to write for 43 chapters. I hope you guys liked it. I tried to show a little more romance and angst, and be a tad more descriptive about Emrial's armor.
Please review, I'll try to update as soon as I can. I've been real busy lately. I know that I didn't describe why Blurr's not the fourth lover very well in the chapter, I'm sorry. When I write author's notes I can never guarantee what's going to be in the next chapter because I sometimes have to change my ideas around to get them to fit. But next chapter I promise, Blurr will have some serious explaining to do.
Now please review!!