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Chapter 5- "Arrive on wings."
(Sloane's pov)
"One of the treatments for your condition is to first, know what it is you're facing. Second is to put that in action in problem solving scenarios. Then work on being open about your condition. And to assert your dominance over the condition. Today we'll start on the first." June explained.
I barely listened, it wasn't even applicable. If it wasn't for the sprained ankle I'd received from being hit by Arcee I would have simply walked out of the place.
"I think we can skip number 1." I replied in a somewhat bored tone.
"So you already know what Stockholm syndrome is and how it can affect how you perceive things?" she asked with mild surprise.
"No, even though I do know what it is, it's just that I feel we can move right on two number 2."
"And why's that?" she asked hopefully.
"Because the only problems I face right now is the fact that I don't have Stockholm Syndrome, I've been misdiagnosed, kidnapped, held against my will, threatened by the government and by an alien species." I listed off.
"Look, I know you are unsure of your condition…"
"Oh no, don't get me wrong, I know my condition full well. You on the other hand don't." I interrupted.
"But, that is a common occurrence for people in your state, they see only what they want to see, not what's actually there." she continued.
"Look, I understand you're just doing your job, but your job is to help those who actually need it. And while I'm thankful for what you have done, you don't have anything more to do." I answered.
"Verywell, you don't seem to be very open to treatment at this time. I will return tomorrow." she complied.
"The only treatment I've received from the bots or that 'Fowler' has been negative." I added as she left the room.
I turned to look at the only barely interesting thing in the room. My vitals monitor. It was a steady heartbeat with a beep every second or so.
I just stared at it for an unknown amount of time.
Suddenly I saw the line shake. I looked closer, I didn't feel any change in my heartbeat. I even put my finger to the vein in my wrist. And another to the vein in my neck. There was no such blip. And so I assumed it was a simple glitch with the machine, worrying on its own but much better than the alternative. But… it bliped again… and so I watched extremely closely. I realized it wasn't a glitch with the machine, or my heart stuttering. But… the machine itself bounced.
I got out of bed and moved away from everything not bolted to the floor.
I looked out the window in the door and didn't see much of anything, it was just a decrypt hanger. Just for storage, nothing shouted 'Autobots', so I assumed the hanger I'd been kept in the last two days wasn't the same one the Autobots resided in.
The room I was in seemed to be at the back of the hanger, with plenty of boxes on the right wall and two jeeps, a tank, and a helicopter parked along the left wall. The wall opposite my room doubled as a massive door to allow in the larger vehicles like the tank to enter.
I looked at the door expecting it to open and someone like Optimus Prime to step through, maybe Ratchet. However neither stepped through, and the door remained closed. The only change was that the mild shaking had subsided, I just assumed it was a tiny earthquake or one that was just really far away. But suddenly, just as I was about to turn and go back to the hospital gurney, a massive blade appeared in the doorway. It paused for a brief moment before it ripped a massive gash in the door, nearly from top to bottom! The blade retreated from the hole it made and all I could see was the night sky beyond, no Transformer or anything that could have been the source of the blade. But then… it shifted, light glinted off the 'night sky' and blinded me for just a second. But in that second the night had become day, and now, the night sky itself stood inside the hanger! It stood tall. It had to be a Transformer, but it certainly wasn't one of the Autobots, unless it was Ultra Magnus… But if Transformers worked even slightly the same way humans did, this one shared no resemblance to Optimus Prime whatsoever. It certainly wasn't Shockwave, nothing he could scan would give him that look. So my only other guess… was it had to be a Decepticon.
"Let me out!" I screamed at the guards in the hanger. None seemed to hear me… or care. However they did seem to have the same thought I did and went running to their weapons and radios. I don't know if what they had would be effective, or who they'd call that would have effective equipment, but I hoped whatever it was worked.
The tank that sat along the left wall rotated it's gun and fired. The shell lanced through the air and pounded the Decepticon, or… that's what I thought, when the smoke cleared a massive blade extended from it's right elbow on some kind of floating metal cable hovering in the air vertically between the tank barrel and the robot. The blade hissed with smoke, presumably from taking the full force of the explosion.
The jeeps beside it peeled out of the base.
"Come back you jerks!" I shouted through the window, even though I doubted anyone just outside my door could hear, let alone across the hanger in a loud motorised vehicle.
The helicopter even began to start whirring to life, even though it was indoors. It lifted up until it hovered above the tank at quite a height, it was a little above the Decepticon's head.
The blade that sprouted from its right elbow retracted and formed a sort of arm guard with the blade sticking out behind his elbow. I noticed the same design in his left elbow. The Decepticon turned to the tank and helicopter, both of which peppered him with machine gun fire.
Suddenly not one, not two, but four of the blades launched forward, two from the arms and two from his back which looped around to the front. The four spread out so they were each at a corner around the tank. Then they shot up into the ceiling, interrupting the helicopter's rotors and causing it to explode mid-air. The blades impaled the ceiling above a moment later and then retracted with such swiftness that the ceiling cracked in a perfect square and caved in and crushed the tank.
All four blades retracted to their host as he turned to look right at me. He had barely taken a step when three Autobots leapt into the hanger and surrounded the Decepticon. Arcee placed herself between me and the Decepticon while Smokescreen and Bumblebee stood on either side. Each of the three had both arms up with blasters charged.
The Decepticon seemed to stomp in place and suddenly there were many blades hovering in the air around him, each attached to him by a single cable. I counted far more then the four I'd just scene, there was definitely more than half a dozen, but I couldn't get an accurate count since they were only stationary for a moment before they were whizzing and spinning through the air as they careened towards the Autobots almost like each had a mind of it's own and was on a suicide mission.
Arcee was leaping around, jumping off walls, the floor, the ceiling, her teammates and even the blades that practically danced around the ominous Decepticon. She was constantly firing what looked to be plasma or energy or something similar, Smokescreen and Bumblebee also added their firepower to the mix, and yet… somehow I never saw any of the blasts directly hit the Decepticon, they only ever hit the blades. I noticed I still had yet to see the Decepticon move more than one foot… aside from the dancing blades.
Suddenly the three Autobots leapt away from the blades. The blades themselves all coiled up in the air near the Decepticon. Judging by how much slack they had he probably still could reach them with the blades if he stretched them out far enough. Suddenly he turned and his right arm transformed into a thin blaster, it was the closest in design to Arcee's but his had much more spikes carved in it in silver and black. Making each corner sharp with a thin edge along the sides. It glowed purple for a moment before he fired out the main door a purple spike. Optimus flew in and hit the spike but continued to fly forward at the Decepticon with a giant jetpack. I briefly wondered how Fowler convinced the government to make and pay for the device plus fuel the thing before realizing that Optimus had grabbed the Decepticon mid-flight and was now barrelling towards my room out of control! I barely had enough time to leap to the ground when the rear wall of the hanger and my room with it was instantly shattered by the two massive transformers.
I gingerly stood back up only to be knocked onto my rear by the force of five or six of the blades slamming into the ground around me, making a makeshift cage. It was at this point that I was certain I was its mission. I briefly wondered if both Autobots and Decepticons would use me to get to Shockwave. I shook my head and tried to climb the blades, but as soon as I gripped it's sides two very thin cuts appeared on my hands and began to ooze blood, so I gripped my shirt to stop the bleeding.
Suddenly with multiple staggered whistles the blade cage retracted back to the host body that was slowly rising from the crumbling rubble.
I heard a click for each blade reconnecting fully then a roar, but it was fragmented among several other sounds. I didn't bother wasting even one second looking back. I just ran towards the main door of the hanger.
When I got there I found the other Autobots facing another foe. Bulkhead stood slightly to my right, Wheeljack to my left and I assume the final light blue one was Ultra Magnus standing behind the figure between the three of them.
The only resemblance between Optimus and Ultra Magnus was the face, beyond that they weren't too similar, but it was the closest resemblance I'd seen in any of the Transformers I'd seen so far, so I stuck with it.
The bot trapped in the middle itself looked… odd… arguably even more odd than the black one I'd just left behind. It was certainly larger than the black one, if not in height then certainly in girth. It wasn't dare I say fat like Bulkhead, but it did have a good bit of muscle… if Transformers even have muscle.
It's arms and back certainly drew the most attention, each seemed to have feathers stretching off of it. And considering these were giant war waging alien robots, those feathers immediately made it stand out, more so than the one with the blades.
"Jackie, how 'bout we start this off with a bang?" Bulkhead asked his pal.
"If Magnus will let us touch Mr. endangered species here." Wheeljack responded mockingly as he armed a grenade anyway.
The grenade soared through the air before Magnus could even allow it.
However Magnus didn't need to worry about it killing the bird transformer, as it caught the bomb in its hand and held it. It literally just held it. All the while it stared at Wheeljack. Bulkhead seemed a bit thrown for a loop at it's confidence (or stupidity). Wheeljack didn't care about waiting for the grenade to blow on its own, so instead he just shot it. The grenade exploded in the palm of the weird Transformer, and similar to it's black counterpart it seemed unfazed by the near point blank explosion once the smoke cleared. The three sort of just stared at it in shock. Wheeljack being the pushy one he seemed to be, decided to shoot the helmet of the robot. He even hesitated, giving it a chance to react and everything. And still it did nothing. The only sign it was alive was it casting it's gaze over the four of us, me being the fourth which sent shivers down my spine wondering if it had the same goal as the dark one.
Bulkhead had had enough and rushed forward, his right arm forming a giant mace which he intended to slam into it's helm, this time the feathered Transformer did react; it lifted its arm so the mace slammed into that. However instead of being knocked down, or even backwards by the force he stood firm as the mace slid down his feathered forearm and slammed into the ground, with a greatly decreased impact as it should have had, had it actually connected with its target.
Both Bulkhead and I examined the spot the mace had hit its arm to the best of both our abilities, from my perspective at least the mace made no mark… on the robot that is. In the dirt it made quite a big one. Suddenly Bulkhead was flying backwards after having been punched by the birdbot with a small golden explosion being created between it's fist and his face. After which it quickly threw its arms over its head and crouched down when Magnus and Wheeljack began to fire at it. A lot of dust was created just in front of and around the bird bot that was basically in the duck and cover position, but when the dust cleared I saw three things. The feathers on his arms and back bristled a nice golden color, the expression on his face was serious and not scared and it didn't seem to be in any pain or to have been damaged at all from the laser light show that just occurred.
It's serious face suddenly turned into a grin as a wave of golden yellow energy blasted out from him in a large dome, it knocked both Wheeljack and Magnus back, and knocked Bulkhead back down as he was standing up before the energy field dissipated, but not before hitting me too. Fortunately I was hit just as it was dissipating and so I was only tossed a few feet.
For the second time this week my feet flew out from under me.
And this time as well I was stopped by something cool and metallic. I turned and found the large dark blade robot as it looked down at me, behind it I saw blades whirling as it deflected every attack the four Autobots behind him threw at it.
I jumped backwards, but didn't get far as it closed it's hand around me. I could still see out the gaps in its hands… or claws upon closer inspection. I saw it nod in the direction of the feathered robot. I then heard two transformation sounds as parts shifted around me. I soon found myself between two short spikes, just barely shorter than I was sitting. I noticed that there were more than just two, there were probably four or five in front of me with probably another dozen or so behind me. Something had just wormed its way to the tip of my tongue and seeing the figure flying on my right, the white feathered dragon I instantly knew who these two were and what their purpose was.
Sloane's record #1 (1)
It was quite exhilarating to fly atop a dragon, especially an alien one. 01 surprisingly actually could fly despite how disconnected his wings seemed to be. 02 had no problem flying. They both actually flew very well and could soar over everything with incredible speed. Their flight just proved how immensely powerful they were, that and their display at the base.
It felt liberating to be able to just fly through the skies. Going wherever one wanted
Where I wanted to go was back, back to Shockwave.
(1) before I mentioned I was going to add Sloane's diary or log of some kind at the end of the chapter, I noticed that so far it's only been Shockwave so I opted to have her first be in this chapter.