Aztec was coming. Here. To the base. Or at least a few of the high ranking soldiers will be with Zayden of course. Never in my life have I ever felt this nervous about seeing him again. We're teaming up to take down Jasper, I shouldn't be this worked up.
It has been a few days since William talked with Zayden over the phone. The former broke the news to me yesterday. When I met up with the twins afterwards, they could definitely tell there was something amiss. Even now, I couldn't tell how I clearly felt about bring Zayden back into this. I left for a reason and now he's coming back for another reason. Gods, save me.
Both of the twins had been called to patrol and left me to my own devices. Ratchet had reassured me everything is fine and the bond had been completed. That didn't ease the anxiety bubbling in the pit of my stomach with them gone. They were my anchor, they helped steady me from my chaotic thoughts. But that got me thinking: how did I survive this long without them? I'm surprised I have drowned in them before meeting anyone on this base.
Things have yet to go haywire; main word: yet. Danger had slowly began to buzz in the back of my head the longer time went on; the hairs on my standing up with the extra sense. It fed into my nerves and Ratchet couldn't do anything to help. His words only went in one ear and out the other. And he knew his, but of course he did his best trying his absolute best with the twins not on base.
Something was wrong or at least going to be wrong. I had enough and headed out of the Med. Bay by air. Ratchet gave me look before letting me go without saying anything. It was best to leave me be.
Optimus always says his door is open. Maybe, I should warn him. The danger may not too loud at the moment but with the way it was going, I didn't like. It felt different, and not a good kind of different either, worse. Plus, Prowl might be there, or even Jazz. Jazz is fun to hang around and talk with.
The leader of the Autobots' door was closed but a sign said 'come on in'. Snow had collected on the top edge of the sigh. Said bot was inside by the sounds of it. My nerves spiked as I hovered a good hundred feet away from him. Why was I feeling this?! Was something really wrong with me? Is that why my extra sense is going off?
Still… it wouldn't hurt to warn him. My wings carried me over to closed hangar door and furled behind me when I landed. The tall sheet of metal loomed over my head. Get over it! There are other important things to deal with right now. I racked my knuckles against the door.
"Come in," a baritone voice granted entrance. I gripped the edge and pulled it open, the door gave no resistance. Optimus smiled when he saw me. "Good afternoon, Azar. Is there anything you need?" For such a large and intimidating bot, he's gentle and kind to those around him.
"Afternoon. I don't know. I came because uh… I have the ability to sense looming anger before it happens. And it's going off right now and I know Zayden is coming so I don't like it. I came here to warn you," I explained entwined my hands together behind me, hiding the way I was nervous playing with them.
His brows furrowed and he pulled a datapad from the side to look over. "They haven not run into anything so far. Zayden has been giving us updates every fifteen minutes. But I-" a nearing, thundering noise caught my attention.
Jets.
The buzzing doubled and caused a headache to arise from it. I winced and dug the heel of my hand into my temple. "There's jets nearby! I can hear them." Panic filled my voice, urgency falling right in line behind it. My heart began to thump as adrenaline started to pump through my body. A fight on the verge of starting.
Yet, the mech stayed silent for a moment, eyes dimming. "There is a massive fleet of Decepticons heading our way." As much as the burly mech tried, he could hide the droplet of fear filling in his voice. The two of us rushed out of his office and headed towards the main hangar.
An annoying alarm sounded throughout the entire base, hurting my poor ears. Soldier pooled out of the buildings and headed to get their gear. Autobots also swarmed with us to the main hangar where William was shouting to give out orders.
Out of all the days to attack, they decided to attack today. Why? This couldn't be coincidence. It felt way too planned.
There wasn't any time to think over this being planned. The jets were getting closer and three of the Autobots weren't here to help. That responsible would fall upon me to keep the humans safe. At least, I was roaring to take down these pathetic cons. My adrenaline racing through my veins, impatient on having to wait a few extra second for them to get here.
Both William and Robert were setting up groups for attack when we arrived. I land next to them swiftly and listened to get an idea of what to do. An idea, did come to mind though. My body easily shifted to its other form the twins knew all too well. Dealing with twenty foot robots was simpler in this form due to its larger body.
"Azar, I need you to take the attention away from us on the ground," William suggested and returned to shouting out orders. Robert kept his gaze on me for a two longer seconds then what felt necessary.
Without another thought, I took to the sky and spotted a massive horde of black dots off in the distance. They were too far and too many to count in these precious seconds. My hands twitched, ready with the double set of claws to tear into a Con. A evil looking smirk spread across my features.
The humans below hustled the best they could with the premade roads cleared of snow. Their footsteps pounded against the ground, all in a rush. Both soldier and Autobot struggled to move around. Truly, it was a sad sight to watch and see. That wasn't going to work for any of us. One human or bot could turn the tides, not in our favor though; creating a problem for us. One that could easily be fixed.
Energy surged through me. The air around me buzzed with said power as I summoned as much snow that I could to float up and hover high above them. It definitely was a struggle to hold this amount up without being on the ground. My wings fought hard with powerful strokes to keep me up. I could use the snow to everyone on the Autobots side to our advantage.
Everyone below was getting into position as quickly as possible with the threat of the Decepticons attacking. Surprisingly enough, there was a group that took out a few fighter jets to strike at the Cons.
It felt like ages before the Cons were finally close enough. Of course, they started to shoot at me as I was the main threat to them. Goal, so far, was complete: keep the attention on me. Yet, none of them could get a hit on me. I controlled the snow around to form icicles and strike at them.
Three hit their targets and forced those to crash land where there were waiting Autobots. When there wasn't any snow left to control, I climbed hard and quick. Few followed as the rest attacked, splitting to hit two birds with one stone.
One thing about being one of the few good guys in the air, the soldiers below weren't paying any attention to me. It was difficult enough to dodge seven or so Cons shooting at me. William's soldiers weren't helping at all and made things worse for me.
The cons tried to fire at me while heading up with me but I twisted and twirled out of the way. They soared past me at a high rate of speed, nearly whacking me out of the sky. Their misses didn't deter them though. Instead, the seven of them went in for another round.
I was ready for that. Once they started their second round, my wings pulled in for a dive. The air was growing thin as well, a tall tell sign to head back down. As gravity pried at me, my body began to fall back down to the ground. This didn't surprise the Cons. They seemed to be ready for it and pulled away from each other to give me a wide berth.
Smart. Maybe they learned that from their dead friends.
Now, the plan had to change since the original one didn't go to the as wanted. An idea struck me. My four wings flared out and gripped onto the air and slowed my fall. The limbs ached in protest, despising this way of stopping myself quickly. They weren't expecting me to do that so soon. One of them did nearly hit me as they dove by, almost clipping a wing in the process. I followed and caught up with some trouble, not anywhere near their weight or firepower.
The double set of claws pierced the thick, metal hide of the Decepticon. They did what was best and barrel rolled to fling me off. It almost worked. Main word: almost. The claws on my wings helped keep me stuck to the frame as I dug like a madwoman. Energon was spilt and left a light burning feeling along my hands; the same feeling when I helped fixed Sunstreaker's wounds. Nothing serious, luckily. Other's tried to come and help but failed to hit the small target. Amusing enough, one of them struck the part I opened. Unfortunately, energon is flammable. The shot caused an explosion.
Before the explosion, it was funny due to their storm trooper aim. Afterwards though, it became a painful experience. Metal pierced through my hide, drawing a grunt from me. Now this was something serious. Ratchet wasn't going to be happy with me. Is he ever? No, I don't think so.
It threw me off of the now dead Con before gravity dragged me back. My senses slightly off kilter since I was flung away. None of the six other cons gave me anytime to recuperate and shot at me once again. A few of their bullets struck me, injuring me even more. My rage quickly spiked, fueling the fire growing inside of me.
I swiftly moved back into a dive summoned a buildup of energy in my hands. A piece of shrapnel dug painfully in my thigh, furling the energy even more. Other injuries also helped in that until it became unbearable to hold. I swiveled around so my back was toward the ground and fired basketball size fireballs at them.
The new plan had worked. The fire was easily hot enough to disfigure the nose of their jet forms. They broke off of from formation but I was done. I summoned a few icicles and threw them at the Deceptions. The spikes hit their target and easily took them down. Their forms crashing into a fiery explosion, missing any humans as well. At least they didn't cause any more harm after death.
Seven down. Many, many, many others to go. The whole air space and ground was infested with them.
After returning to the main event, the battle wasn't as chaotic then I thought it would. One of our jets had been taken down but those fliers were able to take down five Decepticons. Some of the concrete had been destroyed from the shots but not enough to prohibit the humans from moving around.
Autobots on the same hand were doing just as great fending off the landed Cons. By the looks of it, the twins finally joined the battle, thankfully.
My sudden arrival caught the attention of some more jets. Good lord! How many were there?! At least, it seemed their numbers were going down. Those said fliers came after me in another game of chance around the base. Okay, fine. You wa-there were a pull from the bond.
Immediately, my gaze snapped over to the twins. Sunstreaker motioned for me to come over to them and tugged at the bond once more. I got the hint and dove once more, barely missing the shots heading at me; wings pumping as hard as they could to get ahead of the gaining jets.
They banked around and followed me heading towards the twins. Said bots readied themselves as I soared between them before stepping on the breaks. My wings ached at the second sudden stop but that didn't stop me from landing behind the twins and summoning more icicles. They floated close to us, a poorly made wall of icicles protecting us. But our main focus was the flying Cons over head, rather than the ones that landed.
At this point, my energy was starting to wear thin, making it hard to summon any of the three elements. My lungs gasping for oxygen due to near overexertion. All I wanted to do was collapse and let someone pick me. Yet, the battle wasn't over.
As the jets flew close, they fired at us. Bright, energy based bullets soared at us. Sides and Sunstreaker dodged the best they could and only let a couple hit them. Once the Cons were a few yards from being over us, all three of us threw our weapons up. Their blades struck four of the jets underbellies, which made two crash but not die. About ten of my icicles struck them and brought down three compared to their two. I puffed out my chest at that, smugness washing over the bond. In return, I got a push from both them, just a playful one.
We weren't done though. The three of us dashed over to the fallen bots, ready to fully take them down and kill them. Before I could get over there though, something caught the corner of my eye: a group of humans were about to become meat pancakes. I slammed my foot down while running and sent a surge of energy through the ground. Pain slammed me hard at the reminder of the shrapnel in my leg. Blood leaking from the wound, not a dangerous amount.
Massive icicles pierced three Cons as they were brought down to their feet. Three down, still a lot more to go.
Above us, the fleet of jets we had attacked returned fire after doubling back. More energy based bullets missed all of us. I simply flicked my wrist and sent more shards of ice to force them to break formation. It worked and gave us some extra time.
Three of the five that crashed had transformed and weren't prepared for us. Sides and Sunstreaker retrieved at least one of their blades each from the standing cons before officially killing them. The former went and picked up the other two blades then returned them to their rightful owner.
Five down, fifteen more t-hehe, make that thirteen. Good job, Jazz. The saboteur strikes.
This battle wasn't over but my body was starting to fight against me. It hurt to move, painfully so. Blood dripped from many other wounds, not aiding me one bit. Even my lungs burned as they gasped for oxygen from both flying exhaustingly and using most of my abilities energy.
Luckily for me, there weren't that many to take down. Only five reminded flying as the rest fought hand to hand with the Autobots. Out of said group, only Prowl seemed injured enough to be on the sidelines. His injures didn't stop him from doing his best protecting any wounded human near him. But the flying Cons saw this and decided to prey upon him.
Three took their shot at him and the humans while the rest acted like decoys. If this was nature, it would be classifies as natural selection or fitness and that would be it. This though, over my dead body. Pick on someone not your size.
I returned to the sky without even talking or looking at the twins again. My wings protested against moving but there weren't any other choices. The Cons didn't notice me soaring across the battle field to reach them until it was too late..
Those three had transformed and were terrorizing the humans. What's with Decepticons wanting to step on them? It'll just a mess that won't be fun to clean up. I reacted quickly, though not entirely in a smart way, and tossed balls of water them as a distraction. This definitely caught their attention. Horror and panic washing over their faces. But they had nowhere two run without me easily catching up
One had a smart idea and threw a blade similar to the twins at me. Due to my energy and adrenaline running low, my reaction time was dragging. The blade clipped my right upper wing and threw me off. My body crashed into the ground and tumbled until stopping with a high possibility of broken bones.
Everything spun around me. Pain radiated from every part of my body. Danger buzzed like a wild bees next as I tried to get up. My body protested heavily to getting up until I had some help.
A metal hand grabbed at me and latched onto my back. The digits squeezed agonizingly, drawing a half scream from me. Hatred burned in my eyes as I glared at the Con. They smirked, believing they had defeated me. Think again. "Any last words, flesh bag?"
"Yeah: fuck you." I slammed my hand down on any surface of metal I could reach. A path of ice was left in its wake as the energy traveled. It stopped at their chest before a large icicle punctured their spark. A second later, they fell and released me. I did the best I could to land properly without getting squished then stood up to face the other two. Pain raced through my legs at the harsh landing. My lungs quivered to get air in them as things were starting to feel light.
Terror was all I could see on their faces. Thankfully, a special two came to my rescue. Sides and Sunstreaker easily took down the last two in front of me. The way they moved was smooth, like a ballet. If we weren't in the middle of a dangerous battle, I would take the moment to watch them some more. I desperately wanted to collapse right there but now wasn't the time.
At least the battle was winding down. The last two of the fliers were taken down. Ironhide blasted them out of the sky while Bumblebee and Mirage attacked them.
The twins stood on either side of me. I heavily rest on Sunstreaker's leg and gazed down at the bloody mess I was. Said bot glanced at me and sighed before scooping me up. A few of my wounds jerked at his movements. I hissed and tensed up, pulling a few of my injuries. "You need to learn your limits," he said and started to skate through the destruction.
What was that suppose to mean? "I just saved some humans and that's what you have to say," I deadpanned and plucked a few small metal shards out.
"We could tell you were struggling, that's why we called you over to us. Anyone could see that. We just worry, Azar," Sides explained. I snorted but regretted that action as my sides ached. Ow.
"I've been th-"
"Don't finish that sentence," Sunstreaker grounded and gave a disgusted look at the injured humans that we had to pass by. It seemed like he was leading us the Med. Bay, thankfully. The large shard needed to come out. At least it didn't hit an artery of sorts, I think. I wasn't anything near a medic.
I kept quiet, believing that was the best in this situation, and let him carry me. I was also too exhausted to full on argue with him, the mech was stubborn. Sunstreaker, you are lucky I care about you; because if you were anyone else, besides Zayden, I would've dropped kicked you to Jupiter.
When we arrived, it was chaos. Prowl, being the most injured, had Ratchet's full attention as he worked on stopping the bleeding. Ironhide and Bumblebee were next in line as others waited as well with very minor wounds to be checked out.
There was about seven bots, including the twins, in here. This large amount of bots put me off as I kept my eyes on Mirage incase he tried to do something while I was injured. Even in this state, I could take him down if need be. Or that's what my brain wanted to think.
Ratchet noticed us finally. HIs eyes widened slightly at the blood dripping off of Sunstreaker's hand from me. The CMO cursed under his breath. "Set her over there. I'll get to her." He motioned over to his table and got back to work on Prowl, not missing a beat.
Sunstreaker hesitantly listened. HIs brother snatched a clean rag from some off place and handed it to me. I hummed in appreciation and got to work on a couple of smaller wounds. The second largest on was barely half the size of the first but blood profusely bled from it; the shard not doing a great job of stopping the blood.
With careful, steady hands, I pulled it out from my side and immediately placed pressure with the rag on it. I may not have the best medical skills but I, at least, know the basics. The wound stung painfully from the energon stuck to the metal from the explosion. I'm glad I killed that Con, they surely deserved it.
The other shard didn't seem to have any energon on it, lucky me. My main worry was the energon getting into my system and screwing something up. Though my white blood cells could most likely easily fight off any infection of sorts it caused, I wasn't going to take any chances on death again.
Then a reminder hit me: Zayden is coming. Crap, how close is he? And he isn't going to be too happy about my injuries. The man always fussed and prodded at every cut or bruise I got and made a big deal about them. Today, won't be any different. When he gets here, he's probably going to blow a gasket at the sight of me. For his knowledge though, it wasn't my fault. Blame the damn Decepticons.
It took some time for Ratchet to leave Prowl's side and take a look at me. "Slag, Azar, why do you always go blasters blazing without thinking," he commented and grabbed supplies for me. A pout slid onto my face as I stared up at him.
"That was how I was taught. Plus, I can handle it, as you can see." Oh ho, that earned me a deadpanned look from all three of them.
"Doesn't mean you should do it. Maybe, you should get tips from Jazz," Ratchet muttered that last part, though not enough for me to not understand. Then he suddenly pulled the large shrapnel out. I immediately cried out and tried to crawl backwards in reaction. My adrenaline not high enough to drown out the sharp pain.
A metal hand pushed against my front of held me down. Ratchet swiftly put pressure on both open wounds with an entire hand and used his other to get disinfectant. "That hurt! And you didn't give any warning!" I shouted and struggled for a few seconds before giving up. My body was exhausted and refused to move much more.
Sides smiled apologetically and ran his other hand between my horns. "You should be use to that by now!" Ironhide teased from the sidelines.
"I think he likes to inflict more pain on us using our own injuries," Bluestreak pointed out. Now, we were slightly gaining up on Ratchet in a teasing manner.
"Ha! I don't blame him, you're all slaggers with no processors," Mirage joined in.
"You're the one that has bolts for a processor and his helm so far up his aft, you think you're in the Well of Sparks," Ironhide jested.
That nearly started a heated battle between the two if it weren't for Prowl stepping in. "Shut up, sit down, and wait." The tone of his voice sent a shiver down my spine. The second in command wasn't joking around.
With that mostly settled, I focused back on Ratchet cleaning and wrapping the two major wounds. Other's he gave me the needed supplies after telling me the three of us what to do. Good lord, this was going to take a while.