AN: Alright, this is where things start to change from the first version... cameos will come in the second story, this is just how my team is founded... there WILL be various 'con Cameos near the end of this one, though, so keep thy optics out for them... XD
Urr... Disclaimers... right... I only own Windracer... oh, and Aurora, Feralbrawn, Kilowatt, Polaris, Roundhouse, Treadbolt, and Wildstrike. Goldrunner(who wont appear just yet, mind you)is the brainchild of myself and Hotshot94... Hasbro owns pretty much everyone else. Various HMW players own their various bots, too.
Speaking of Kilowatt... anyone remember that fic I started with my human character's cousin, Kay? Well... let's just say in BB, Kay sees her cousin as a TF, and... knowing how she has it in for you-know-who, she asks Red to do the same to her... it's quite funny. Cause she becomes the ultimate stalker.If you don't know what the hell I'm talking about, you will. Anyway, ONWARD!
Chapter 2
"Holy smegging Primus!" Came a surprised exclamation from inside a smaller, green and gray ship that was only a few miles from the Axalon when it was pulled deep into the black hole. "Aurora do you see that!"
The commander of the small vessel was watching with calculating and almost calm optics, even though in her spark she was worried sick. She knew exactly who was on that ship, and it made her feel all the worse. "I do," she replied grimly. Her olfactory sensor wrinkled a touch as she saw the slender nose of the white Autobot flagship start to bend like a twig, then splinter down the middle, and abruptly snap in two. She cringed visibly, but noticed the small number of tiny escape pods as they raced away from the sinking spaceship. 'Primus, Red, I hope you got out safely...' She gasped in surprise as she watched the small pods freeze in mid-flight, and begin to be sucked backwards, down along with the Axalon and into the black hole.
"Well what do we do? Windy's still on there!" The black, bright violet, and turquoise femme sitting at Aurora's left said hastily as she rose from her chair.Her lower arms and legs were covered with thick black fur, along with her chest and the bulky plates of Armor folded in a distinct X-shape over her back. Behind her head waswhat looked like a hood, but was in fact the head of her Beast mode, a wooly mammoth. Extending off of both shoulders were two long tusks, each ending in a deadly point."Not to mention every other Autobot and Decepticon!"
"Settle down Feralbrawn..." A third, green and purple femme chided the younger. She sat back down at her request, but was quite ill at ease. "But she brings up a good point, Aurora. What's our plan?" Kilowatt was trying to keep as cool as she possibly could, even though her cousin and stalk-ee had just been engulfed by a gigantic black hole.
Aurora Borealis sighed, rubbing her temples with her fingertips. Everything in her logic circuits said to go after them... they would need help. She looked over at a gray, white, and black femme who was watching the sinking Axalon with just as much worry, and a bright red one, just as young, stunned that such a symbol of power was crumpling like a wad of tinfoil. "Polaris, Hematite? Are you for or against going after them?"
The two younger femmes exchanged glances, and both nodded in the 'yes' fashion. Hematite had nothing to gain or lose by going, but the same couldn't be said for Polaris. "We gotta go down there, 'Rora..." She spoke aloud. "I know Sideswipe's on that ship and I know he'll need help..." The airplane femme's attatchment to him was almost solely platonic, though; they had known each other since entering the Autobot Academy years agoand flunking out, along with a handful of other young Transformers. They had become gangbangers, vandalizing, swindling, rioting, and generally stirring up any sort of trouble they possibly could without being thrown into prison. The bond the small group of delinquents shared was strong, incredibly so, and Polaris would be slagged if she broke that.
"Well," Hematite began with an indifferent tone, crossing her red-armored arms across her chestplate. "I guess it's unanimous, then..."
"Alright ladies, let's buckle up! We're going for a little ride!"
xxxxx
Unknown location...
"Has the process been completed...?" One deep voice rumbled through the expanses of space. Congregated in a giant, loose circle, were five behemoths. All the size of a planet, or even larger.
Another, near-identical one replied, "Yes... they are right where we want them, brothers..."
The third, smaller only because he was a giant head, gave a nod. He grinned malevolently, and his planet-crushing fangs were revealed. "Excellent... knowing those foolish Transformers they will fight until they cannot fight any longer... and then, that is when we strike. When they are at their most vulnerable, when they cannot defend..."
"Indeed..." The oldest, deepest voiced one agreed. "The Transformers defeated us all, but with this plan... there will be no escape. All we must do is bide our time, and they will kill themselves... leaving us to dominate this universe as it should have been!"
xxxxx
The first thing that went through Red Alert's mind, was pain. The excruciating, blinding pain in his right temple. The next thing that came to his attention was that his legs were pinned under a massive sheet of the Axalon's outer armor. Third, he was outside the Axalon. Fourth...
He had NO idea where he was.
The medic propped his upper body up using his arms, and looked around. It was a dusty wasteland, strewn with metallic trees, crashed ships, giant craters, and just a whole lot of junk. 'This place has seen some battles...' He thought, looking around again. It was then that the memories of just a few moments prior came rushing back, and he jolted fully awake. Where was Windracer? Had the others survived? What caused that black hole to open in the first place? Where were they?
Red twisted around and began to try and pry the heavy metal off his legs, grunting with the effort until a sound caused him to stop. It sounded almost like... a groan of pain? Spinning back around, he began to survey the wreckage with his cracked and damaged visor, but there was nothing. He gritted his teeth and began to work at the metal pinning him down, feeling a stabbing pain in his left leg as he did, and soon managed to slide himself out from underneath it. The heavy sheet of metal crashed back to the ground when he released it, kicking up a small tuft of dust when he did. He stood slowly, stumbling a bit as he did. His legs ached, but nowhere nearly as bad as his head did. Reaching up with his good hand, he ran his fingertips over his visor, to find a deep crack running down the left side. Circ fluid trickled from a small abrasion on his forehead underneath his helmet, but aside from that and his body aches, he realized, he was fine.
Another groan from nearby caused the medic to snap aware, and he quickly spun around to look. Now that he was standing and had a better view, he caught sight of a half-conscious black form a good twenty feet away who was starting to try and pull himself to his knees. "Wheeljack!" Red shouted, hurrying forward gingerly, making sure he didn't overexert his already damaged systems. "Are you alright?"
The mech in question gave another groan as he finally got to his knees, placing a hand to his helmeted head groggily. "What... happened...?"
"The ship crashed, the black hole, remember?"
Wheeljack's optics snapped open wide as he went into panic mode. "Windracer! Where did she crash! We have to find her, she could be half-dead, or..."
"I think she's fine..." Red trailed off slowly, his train of focus far beyond the downed Decepticon. "Look."
He turned his head as best as he could manage, and saw a slender and white prone form a distance away. Exchanging glances, the two rushed over in a cloud of fine dust, reaching the Transformer femme's side within moments. One wing had been sheared off at the joint, circ fluid oozing its way out of the small and delicate fuel lines within, while the other was crumpled oddly underneath her. Her tail was bent badly near the tip, just before the jagged spade. All over her blue, gray, and white frame were dents and dings, abraisions, and even some lacerations to the unarmored synthflesh of her upper arms, thighs, midriff, and face. The medic standing over her took to one knee, carefully turning her over onto her back.
"Red? is... is she..." Wheeljack's apparent worry got the Autobot to give an almost unnoticeable grin as he activated the scanner within his visor, to sense if her spark was still functional or not.
It was. "Unconscious, badly damaged, but alive. She's a slagging lucky girl, I'd say... But she needs repairs, urgently."
"And where the Pit are we going to find a medical facility?" The Ex-Bot looked about, teal optics scanning the desolate surroundings. He stopped for a moment, seeing only a few miles away something that looked like... a base? Distorted by the heat, buthe could clearly pick out the dark gray buildings amidst the optical illusion."Nevermind..."
Red Alert had seen it, too. Thinking for just a brief moment, he Transformed, hoping to Primus that his transformation circuits hadn't been damaged, and then pulled around to Wheeljack. He opened his back trunk hatch, and ordered, "Load her in. It doesn't seem to be that long of a drive."
"What about the others? Are we going to leave them here?" Wheeljack heard himself asking as he carefully guided the unconscious femme into Red's vehicle form. He hated to admit it, but he was starting to feel more like an Autobot again. Ever since Prime and Galvatron had issued that temporary treaty... Perhaps even earlier, during Hotshot's invasion of the Decepticon base. There were no orders, no nothing, and he had taken up a fight along side his mortal enemy. Deep in the back of his processor, he was debating re-joining the "good guys" once again... but would they take him?
"We'll come back for them," Red answered tersely as Wheeljack finished loading Windracer up with care. "She needs repairs the most urgently."
Agreeing, Wheeljack transformed and started his engine, rejoicing in the fact that his vehicle mode still functioned, and then the two took off towards the mystery base.
xxxxxxx
"Ahh! Who the slag tought you how to DRIVE!"
"Pull up, PULL UP! We're going to CRASH!"
"Dont you think I KNOW THAT!" Feralbrawn threw her weight into the ship's controls, rearing back as she pulled up on the steering mechanism. At the moment, the Gorby-2 was in a steep dive from where they had exited the wormhole, and was nearing the ground at a sickening speed. "Brace yourselves! It's going to be close!"
The woolly mammoth femme pulled back harder, gritting her teeth as she did. 'Come on you pile of scrap, respond!' Slowly, she could feel the ship beginning to level out, but it was still diving steeply towards the dusty ground. Sensitive alarms began to blare, warning the crew of the iminent and probably fatal impact. The white fluroscent lights switched over to an angry red as well. Pulling as hard as she could and hoping that the steering mechanism wouldn't snap from the strain, she grinned as Gorby-2 began to pull out of the dive. Slamming a button nearby, landing gear extended from underneath the ship and she continued to pull back on the wheel, now tipping the nose upwards.
"We're still moving to fast! We have to decelerate!" Hematite managed to cry over the sirens.
"No time! Hold on!" The controls almost ripped themselves away from the femme's hands but she maintained her grip, guiding the sensetive controls down to the ground. What was previously hundreds of feet below them began to pass underneath the main monitor in a blur, growing closer and closer with each second.
Kilowatt was looking at the radar with concern. "Impact in three... two... one...!"
Gorby-2's landing gear touched the ground first, jarring the Autobot femmes about violently as it did so. They couldn't take the strain, however, and the wheels quickly snapped off their axles, sending the ship sliding on its left side along the ground. The left wing went flying off as well, and soon the back of the machine began to swing around, skidding sideways.
"Activate the reverse thrusters! We're starting into a spin!" Aurora called out in her commander's voice, gripping the arm rests of her seat with clenched hands.
"Thrusters activated!" Hematite responded, pushing two buttons to do so. Slowly, continuing its seemingly endless advance along the ground, they felt the ship begin to decelerate, and the half spin it had been put into started to even out. "We're slowing down!"
Tense seconds later, a small rock formation raced towards the Gorby-2 to greet them, snagging the underside of the ship and halting it violently. Feralbrawn was slammed into the control panel before her, while Hematite and Polaris were thrown into the floor. Despite that, the now dilapidated fighter ship had come to a halt on this strange and new world.
"Heh heh... that was fun?"
xxxxxx
It had only been a few minutes' drive, and soon both Wheeljack and Red Alert reached the apparently abandoned base. The black and gold Transformer reverted to his humanoid mode,removing the damaged femme from the other's back hatch, allowing him to Transform back into robot mode himself. "So now what do we do?" came the question.
Red paused to consider. "You hang back with Windracer. I'm going to secure the area, make sure that this base really IS abandoned..."
"It's a big base, though..."
"Most of these, no matter the world they're in, have security cameras. If I can find the control room, power them up, and sweep the base, it'll save us some time..."
The now borderline Autobot nodded in agreement. "Sounds like a plan."
Red Alert cast one cautious look around before turning to the first available entrance, and strong-armed the door wide open. He looked back at Wheeljack, took in a deep breath, and entered the dark and dusty base.
'Here's to hoping nobody's home...'
TBC
AN: Yes, I rushed the end. Yes, I'll probably tweak it. Yes, I'm sorry I suck... No, I dont have any control over that. Well, I do, it's called "practice", I suppose... but annnnyway... Sorry its a pseudo-cliffie. Next chap: "Death, Life, and Reformation!" ... we get to meet Wildstrike and Treadbolt, and hopefully Goldrunner! YAAAAY!
and PS: ... review your little hearts out! xD It makes me feel special when I get them...Call me a review whore, I dont care. XDD