optimusprimus001: Alright... So I'm posting before I thought I was going to... >>;
Shiori: WHOO! I'm in this chapter!
optimusprimus001: Uhmm... yeah... that kind of explains why... (sighs) (gives shiori a LOOK)
Shiori: What? I'm just glad you updated! (starts dancing around happily)
optimus primus001: oh god... ANYWAYS... I hope you enjoy this one...
Disclaimer: Hasbro and Takara owns TF. Lucas Arts owns any droids in reference to HK (not that they're mentioned in this chapter).
6. Meeting
CRASH! The blue, black and silver mech was thrown forcefully into the wall. Dust and parts of the wall scattered away from his "crash zone". Scratch one enemy. Which one is next? thought the femmebot that had thrown him there.
"NO!" the second transformer, the green/white one -With wings? Oh boy, this'll be fun...- leapt forward in an attempt to prevent her from inflicting more damage on any more of the group that was behind him. Oooh, no you don't! Shiori thought, as she knocked him off course, sending him sprawling onto the ground with a loud "Oi! (howl) MY PAIN' JOB!... My pain' job? What sor' of time to think abou' my PAINT job when there's other things to worry abou'?..." Odd thing to say, though he is right about this not being a time to worry about chipped paint, she thought turning to face the next one, watching him skid to a stop in the opening of the tunnel in front of the group. What's the deal with this one? He didn't just jump out and attempt to get past like the first two did...
The blue-gray, red, and yellow bot took a quick, sharp step forward while saying, "Hey, what in the name of the Allspark is going on...? You there! Leave my friends alone!" and with that, raced directly at her. A SPEED master! You have GOT to be kidding me! What in the name of Cybertron is a speed master doing with a group of invading Decepticons! Shiori jumped out of his path at the latest moment that she dared, trying to escape his grasp.
"Soo... that's the way you wanna play it, huh?" she heard him say, and was shocked by the faint amusement in his voice. She turned to challenge him, and drew back in suprise as she discovered the face of the transformer showed that he was about eighteen in Cybertron years, and was came up to her waist in height. Even as she examined his silver face a gentle, friendly smile appeared on his lips.
"Well, hey there! You don't suppose you'd like to talk instead of fight us all, would'ja? YOW!" His head jerked forward as an empty can, thrown by one of his 'friends', hit him in the back of the head. Furious, he spun around to face the bot who'd thrown it at him. Shiori looked at them with growing curiosity. They're trying to get past me, and yet they aren't so concerned that they have time to argue with one another? What is WITH these guys!
"What was that for, Red Alert!"
"Would the phrase "endangering the mission" be enough for you, Hot Shot?"
"Noo, I know you've been dying to throw that at me for the past THREE DAYS since you got damaged!"
"Don't you know it," the red, white, and blue bot growled.
"Why I oughtta...!" Hot Shot growled, and Red Alert simply looked back at him.These guys are beyond strange, Shiori decided. The transformer that Shiori had tripped moments earlier was suddenly up and in between the two saying, "Com'on guys, now really ain't the time for this..."
"Right..." Hot Shot eyed Red Alert uneasily. "I know he's the medic and all... but why did you guys bring me of all people?"
"Surely you aren't suggesting that we should have left you behind?" a strong, almost regal voice came from behind all of them, making the winged bot jump a good ten meters into the air. To Shiori's amazment, the voice came from the mech she had thrown into the wall, and he didn't look the least bit damaged or dazed. How is that even possible! Only Optimus could act like that, and he's in Iacon City!
"N-no, sir..." Hot Shot stammered, equally stunned by the fact that the taller mech wasn't damaged at all. The tall mech winced ever so slightly as he stretched himself, and although Shiori could not see all of his face, she got the impression that he was smiling behind that mask-plate of his. Wait a minute..'sir'? Which side of the army is he on?
"Just who are you, anyways?" she demanded. The taller, blue/black/silver bot tilted his head slightly and asked, "Me..? I don't think that it would be wise for me to tell you my name."
"And why would that not be wise?"
"To avoid confusion."
"I'm already confused... What am I supposed to call you if you won't give me a name!"
"How should I know? You come up with something to call me."
Shiori stared at him. 'Come up with something' to call him by? What IS this guy trying to hide! Shiori watched as he went over to the winged mech and started discussing their next move. About six or seven more transformers started to trail out of the shadowed tunnel that Hot Shot, Red Alert, and the other two bots came out of, a majority of them starting to gather vaguely around them. What is going on here?
"We can't jus' go back to the ship. The whole poin' of this trip woul' go to waste..."
"What other choice do we have, Jetfire? We weren't intending on having to fight groups of transformers underground. If she's down here, then there will be others further ahead- and more of them."
"But..."
"We must not do anything drastic as of right now. Because we are in a different dimension, we must keep from causing disruptions throughout the timeframe," came a creaky, older voice.
"I see you finally caught up- and haven't stopped sneaking up on me..." sighed the winged mech- Jetfire, the other bot called him Jetfire, Shiori thought as an ancient-looking transformer stepped forward from the group and tapped Jetfire on his left wing with a "And why not come up behind you, Air Commander?"
"Don't touch my wings!" Jetfire snarled sharply. The older bot frowned at him.
"Jetfire, Vector Prime... Now isn't exactly the best time to get into a fight here. We have enough difficulties on our hands," the first transformer glanced at Jetfire before focusing on Vector Prime. "We aren't trying to do anything drastic, we're trying to-"
"Get back home. I know, Optimus"- the first mech flinched slightly and his optics flashed to Shiori's direction before focusing back on the elder bot-" But we can go through our spacebridge back to our dimens-"
"No! We must take the ship with us, Vector Prime! You can take the others back, but I'm remaining to ensure the ship returns unharmed, by force or not!"
"I... Do not understand... why must we take the ship back..."
"We aren't trying to disrupt time, Vector. We're trying to keep it the same," sighed the mech Vector Prime had called "Optimus". How can he be Optimus? I just finished talking to Optimus and his officers over the comlink and they were in Iacon less than an hour ago! It takes longer than that to get here! Shiori thought, vaguely aware that Jetfire was cursing about something.
"INCOMIN'!" Jetfire shouted suddenly, before dodging off to the side. Optimus dodged the same shot from above at the same time.Jetfire practically grinned at him and said, "I'm gonna have some fun!" before leaping through the hole in the ceiling with a half-wild laugh while Optimus raged at him from below.
"Jetfire!ARGH! You better be careful up there, you air-devil!" Optimus half shouted a large amount of high-strung curses and oaths, his silver optics flashing angrily. It took a few moments for him to quiet down, but Optimus gradually calmed down to the point where he leaned against the metal cavern-like wall. He then started watching the hole with a rather hostile look, listening to the sounds of a fierce battle raging above them. Shiori stared at him. Well, I've never seen that side of him before. IF that really is him... Red Alert looked at the ceiling in alarm as Hot Shot watched Optimus carefully.
Vector Prime looked at Optimus, then Red Alert and Hot Shot, then at the hole where Jetfire's clear laughter was now ringing out as the sounds of battle began to fade away. Vector Prime looked at Optimus again and said with a small frown, "Nothing drastic, eh?" and had to dodge a rock that the Autobot leader swept up off the ground and launched at him. Shiori stared at Optimus, shocked by the fact that he would throw anything like that at anyone. I need to know the truth to what is happening here, and my best bet to get that is from... hmm... Who is my best bet to get the truth and straight answers? Shiori asked herself. To her suprise she soon found herself watching Hot Shot, who had just sighed. After Hot Shot sent a resigned glance at the ceiling, Shiori decided to try to ask him about what they were doing. As he sat down and began checking the equipment in his arms, Shoiri started towards him...
Alright. So its yet another cliffhanger... You can't win'em all, ya know...
