Transformers OneShots
Solo
Hotshot was running through the forest brushing past all of the branches, and leaves in his way. He was panting, and his mind was racing as he heard the loud stomps of the Chompazoid chasing after him. Hotshot was desperately trying to find somewhere he could transform into Jet mode, and zip off, or com his team to make sure they had received his first call for help.
He had been sent on his first solo mission, after all the rest of the recruits had already done a few solo rescues, and it was finally his time to shine. It was supposed to be a simple recon mission.
The mainland and been getting calls of cars going missing around a campsite, and with Whirl off on a police training camp with Chase Heatwave decided to allow Hotshot to investigate, as he had proven himself.
Hotshot had expected to find some thieves, but who he found stealing the cars was something he was not expecting. He remembered Grimlock's stories on how he had battled cons with Bumblebee, and one of those cons being a bot named Underbite, and this bot fit Grimlock's description like a glove.
He managed to com Heatwave, warning him about the fact that the con had somehow gotten to earth, but was soon spotted by the Chompazoid and had to end his transmission, bolting into the forest.
Hotshot knew that he wouldn't be able to outrun the quadruped on foot, but with the thick forest he couldn't possibly be better on wheels, and the tree's wouldn't allow him to fly out. There would be no way Hotshot could fight the gigantic con as he was about as tall as his legs, and could probably be flattened with one stomp.
How could be have been so stupid as to run into the forest! There was a road right next to him, before his mind went flat, and he ran blindly into the trees. He could have been soaring miles away from this con by now, but instead he is running for his life, hoping that the trees are slowing his perpetrator down.
Hotshot had been running for what felt like hours, but he knew it had only been a few minutes at least. He could feel his internal fans blaring as he was panting, trying to get air into his system to help cool him down.
He couldn't believe that he would meet his end to a decepticon, as he began to hear the stomping catch up with him. He thought about circling back to try and maybe reach the road, but he knew he would definitely get caught. Besides, the chompizoid was already directly behind him yelling out.
"COME HERE BITI BOT!"
His legs were beginning to give, with all of the sprinting and jumping around. He felt so stupid for begging for some dumb solo mission. He just wanted to feel equal to the rest of his teammates, but now he would be Chompazoid chow.
He could feel the con practically on him, and could see his shadow over him.
Hotshot was suddenly struck in the back by an intense mount of force, causing his feet to leave the ground, and for him to go flying, crashing through a tree before hitting another one directly after causing him to fall to the ground.
Hotshot lay there still for a few moments before slowly opening his optics. All he could see was a blurry image of the large con standing there staring at him.
Hotshot let out a slight groan before trying to get up, but his body wouldn't move. All he could do was lay there on his side, and accept the fact that it was over…. This was the end.
He slowly shut his optics again, preparing himself to be crushed. He could hear the Chompazoid stomping getting closer, and closer, until his audio receptors were filled with a loud whirring sound, before he heard tons of footsteps running from behind him.
He then heard a loud, and familiar roar, followed by someone yelling.
"Grim! You take left, I take right!"
Hotshot slowly opened his optics to be met with the sight of Grimlock, and Bumblebee fighting the con, and pinning him down. Hotshot wanted to get up, and run in the opposite direction, but he still couldn't move. His body was aching, with his head throbbing.
Hotshot could then feel two sets of hands picking him up by his arms. When he looked to his side he saw Wedge, and Medix picking him up off the ground, and putting his arms over their shoulders.
Hotshot could see their mouths moving but all he could hear was a loud buzzing, and he couldn't even walk with his teammates, with his legs dragging against the dirt. His body dangling.
He slowly shut his optics again, as his head dropped down, and his optics were heavy, and began to flood with darkness. He felt a hand put against his chest, propping him up more, and could hear shouting before it all slowly went silent.
He was out cold.
