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Shadows of Them
-Tolerace-
"Coleville Tower is just a few clicks North-East, each tower has five 'bots assigned to it, each one is required to have at least two on-duty bots at a time. Oh and-"
Beneath his mask, Jetfire couldn't help but smile at Turbine's banter. She was talking like if she stopped for even a moment she would lose her voice again. Jetfire wasn't complaining however, it was good to hear her voice as far as he was concerned. And she loved to talk, he knew her better than she knew herself now, and he kind of liked that fact.
"Calm down, you aren't gonna lose your voice if you stop talking for a tiny bit." Lori shouted, grinning.
"Now-now, she doesn't want to talk because she's afraid she'll lose her voice again, she wants to talk because she loves to talk." Jetfire murmured, barely holding back a laugh.
Turbine turned around, sticking her face in his, "Are you calling me a chatterbox you pompous creep!" Under his mask he smiled wide, her optics narrowed, "Stop grinning you jerk!" She shouted.
Hotshot gave her a sideways look, confused, "How can you tell he's grinning?"
"I don't know; I just know he is!" She snapped, making Jetfire smile more, Only I can make her this mad, just by being me. He thought. She turned her attention back to him, optics wide, and mouth slightly open. "What did you just say?"
"He didn't say anything…" Hotshot murmured, his confusion growing.
Landmine smiled, "You'll understand what just happened when you're older Hotshot."
"I'd like to know what just happened!" Turbine snapped, stomping her foot in the ground.
"Don't throw a tantrum Turbine." Jetfire teased, hoping she was about to begin to remember him, he placed his hand on her shoulder tenderly.
She glared at him, then in one swift move punched him in the face, making him step away, "Don't touch me you perv!"
"Nice hook." He whispered, rubbing the spot where she had hit.
She un-balled her fist, and after a moment whispered, "Thanks, did I hurt you?"
Compassion- the first bit towards him that they had seen from her. Just that little bit sent Jetfire's spark up to the clouds. "I'm fine. Thanks Turbine."
Override moved towards the group, she had fallen behind the group, and was wondering why they had stopped. She was tackled to the ground by a strange, cat-like metallic creature, it bit into her arm. She cried out, making everyone turn around, "Override!" Hotshot shouted, running over, pulling his weapon from sub-space.
"Don't use that!" Turbine cried, pulling a strange gun out of sub-space and shooting energon-bars at the thing attacking her, it knocked it over off the path, and Turbine grabbed Override's arm. "Are you alright?"
"I think it cut a cable in my arm…" She whispered, holding her arm.
Turbine moved her hand aside and examined the injury, she shook her head, "Ace can fix this in a few clicks, at most, she should be at the tower, come on!" she pulled her to her feet, Hotshot took her from Turbine, "I can steady her better than you, you're a little too frail to carry her all that way."
Turbine nodded, and moved away, leading the way toward the tower. No one was waiting at this tower's door, but Turbine knew the codes, she brought them into the main room and she shouted, "Ace! Ace! Ace where are you? We have an injured newcomer! Ace?"
A femme with pale green armor ran in looking baffled to see her, but then she shook her head, "Good to see you finally have your voice back- I can patch her arm up in a few minutes."
Turbine shook her head, "Freia, where's Ace?"
"With her creators and brother- at the in-town med-center." She moved over and looked at Override's arm, then pulled a medical tool out of sub-space and began working.
"Uh… why?"
"The sparkling's coming."
Turbine raised an optic-ridge, "This early?"
Freia nodded, "That's why Ace and the others ran off and broke regulations to leave me here alone."
"Wow, Lady 1 broke regulations?"
"Who's Lady 1?" Optimus piped up, finally speaking.
Freia shook her head, "Lady Prime and Lord 2's primary creator, they each have important posts along the boarder. Lady Prime is actually going on trial soon for disobeying the council's direct orders and taking her bondmate out of the outside universe."
They looked around at each other, Jetfire lowered his face and whispered, "Red Alert… and that femme then must've been Ariel Pax…"
Turbine felt a boiling inside of her- she didn't like the way he said that femme's name, but she didn't know why she cared. She shook her head and turned to look at Freia, "How long do you think it will take to repair her Freia?"
"Not long. This is a pretty minor injury; but she probably shouldn't transform or leave the tower- incase another creature is running around close to the tower." Freia replied.
"What was that thing anyway?" Jetfire asked.
Turbine wagged a finger in front of his face, "Just because they can't speak in most languages and can't transform, that doesn't give you the right to call them things!"
"Fine! But what are they?"
Turbine paced around the room for a moment, thinking. Then she stroked her helmet with her hand, "Well, when this society was first formed, Autobot-Decepticon relationships were encouraged to try to make a race that had the best qualities of both Cybertronian types. At first the results were all good, then… well… the opposite of the intentions of the council-this societies governing body. Another effect was that the opposite Cybertronians were unable to transform or do many things normal 'bots take for granted. They started causing chaos around the planet, so the counsel banished them to the Forest Zone of the planet, setting up posts around their territory to keep both the Forbidden Zone and the City Zone, even a few places where the Ocean Zone meets it."
Jetfire looked sadly at her; he couldn't understand what this planet was about. These Zones were making his head spin, but all he wanted was Turbine. "What else?"
She looked confused, "What do you mean by "what else?"?"
"Well… What else can you tell us about this planet?"
"Are you serious?" she laughed, Jetfire had missed her laugh, and he decided right then that if he couldn't make her remember him, he'd make her fall in love with him all over again. When she stopped laughing she said, "Well, we're ruled by an elected council of seven- every thirteen of this planet's years we elect a new council."
Optimus Prime finally stepped foreword, "May we speak to this council?"
She cocked her head sideways, "You'll have to- all newcomers have to be deemed either safe to be released into our society, can have therapy to be released, or if we have to turn them over to whatever war-lord is currently in control of the Forest Zone."
"What!" Lori shouted, "You mean we'll never go home?"
Turbine shrugged, "Physically speaking- only servants of Primus can leave, or take people from this planet- you might be able to convince the council to let you…"
"And if we can't convince the council?" Jetfire inquired.
Turbine smiled, "Well, if you've been good all your life, you'll be releced into this planet's society, if not…" Her optics dimmed, and her voiced lowered, "You'll be sent to the Forest Zone, and they'll do what they see fit to you."
Optimus was silent a moment then whispered, "When may we speak to this council?"
"I could take you to them." Turbine jumped up, Jetfire got the feeling she wanted to talk to the people who had helped her along the way. "I know most of the 'bots in the main city, especially the others like me." She ran to the elevator, "You guys coming?" She called.
Freia pointed to Override, "She should stay here; I'll keep an eye on her until you can bring them back here or if she is well enough she can be brought down."
"Thanks Freia!" Turbine ran into the elevator, "Hurry up!"
"Welcome to Veda Quadrant, AKA downtown Tolerace!" Turbine chirped, waving her arm around to show the Autobots the city, however it was more rural than the cities on Cybertron. Their buildings were, for the most part, only two transformer-sized stories, with a few exceptions. There were many, many 'bots walking the streets without fear, even a few sparklings running around, and that was the most surprising thing to Optimus Prime's crew.
"There are sparklings here?" Jetfire almost shouted, making the group receive snickers and optic-rolls.
Turbine nodded, then looked to him confused, "Cybertron doesn't have sparklings or something?"
Optimus somewhat blinked, "Well yes but… Cybertron has been at war a long time so for their safety sparklings-"
"…Go through forced up-grades. Lord 2 told me about that, he said it's something that just… happens on warring planets." A fiery, gold-colored mech walked over to them, he seemed cocky, but fun-loving.
"Hey Silent- heard ya got you're voice back." He quipped, grabbing her like a sparkling and spinning her around in the air. Jetfire resisted the urge to punch the mech.
"Yep Blaze! Apparently my name's Turbine, isn't it great!" She pointed to them, "These are-"
"The Cybertronian Autobots and their human friends, yeah, I know, Eavesdrop told us." He turned to The crew, "Hello ladies and gentlemen. I'm Blaze Prime- Primus' servant of fire. Hey Vec." He waved to Vector Prime.
"Vector Prime- you know him?" Jolt asked.
Vector shook his head, "No…"
Blaze Prime waved his hand, "Last time I saw you he was still training us elemental Prime's, he has all four of us protecting Tolerace." He turned to Optimus, "And you must be Optimus Prime- Lady 1 has told me so much about you!" He held out his hand, and then shook Optimus' hand as if he didn't have a bewildered look on his face.
"Lady 1?" Optimus finally managed.
"Yes sir, she's on the post-duty more often than not. She's with your creation's sparklings at the moment- can't have them running around while an under-developed is synchronizing with its body huh?" Blaze leaned over in mid-air; it almost looked as if against a wall.
Optimus gaped, "My creation's sparklings?"
Done. Did you lazy people enjoy it? Huh! Sorry, bad mood, anyway, RnR
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