If I wasn't captured by a Con who is doing the cliché 'taking me to my leader' thing, then I would have enjoyed the beautiful sight above the clouds. The sun was getting ready to set in about thirty or so minutes, making the sky a stunning sight to gaze out. It was ruined by the fact this Con had captured me.
Every single muscle in my body cried in pain of all the running I had down today. It didn't help when 'Screamer' blew up the ground behind while trying to get away. My body slammed into a nearby tree and fell down to the ground. At least the twins were there to save me back then.
'Nothing to worry about, we'll keep you safe' my ass. Look at where I am Sunstreaker, in the cockpit of a Con, unable to escape. Even if I was able to free myself, the only way to get away was to jump. We were around five-thousand feet above ground. That was death and I had something to live for. Kodiak, Vivian, and, of course, those two.
Yes, I was captured while under their care but that couldn't be helped. They were outnumbered, Jazz was hurt and attempting to get us out of there.
Zeke! I scanned the other jets that escaped with us for my friend. All of the other cockpits were empty, thankfully. It was just me, like always. I had to figure a way to get out of this without being killed. There was always a solution to a problem but you have to find it, that's the hard part. In the end of all of this, death was hanging over my head.
At least Zeke wasn't completely caught up in this or else the escaping part would have been harder. The more people to save, the tougher the job became. How was I going to get out of here without being killed? The twins would be demolished that happened.
Those two care way too much about me and it didn't entirely make since. It had to be because of their past. Mine had made me who I was today and it was going to get me out of this sticky situation.
The only way to safely escape is when we reach their base. That's when I'll start thinking up ideas. Right now though, I needed to get some rest before the torture starts. It always torture this, torture that in these kind of stories.
My eyelids grew heavy to the point I didn't have the strength to hold them open anymore. I welcomed sleep to take me with open arms and gave a silent prayer to any god that would listen.
"-ake sure she survives or your helm will be the price," a grating and gravelly voice grounded out. Then after, the sound of sliding doors opening and closing reach my ears. Whoever that was didn't sound happy once-oh-ever at all.
"'Make sure she survives or your helm will be the price'," a fruity voice with a slight guttural tone to it mocked the first person. "Can you believe he wants me to take care of a fleshie, Breaky?! I don't know the first thing to them." I stayed still and silent to not alert them that I was awake, best to wait this out and see what they say or do.
"I have my dislikes for human but this one, I despise with a passion. She's the one that shot out my optic and Thundercrack's too. I will say she does have a good aim," another male voice, deeper than the second one. Well there goes more of my chances of escaping.
"Oh, she is? I never thought such a little thing could hurt a big mech as yourself," the fruity male voice teased. The other one grunted and sounded like he was pouting, probably was. I couldn't tell without moving. If I did, then any movement could alert them and that wasn't good for my sake.
"Shut it, Knockout. She had the slagging Terror Twins to back her up. From what I heard, that's part of the reason she is here. The other part is that Prime has deemed her worth enough to be an Autobot, not one of the soldiers that fleshie commands." Double uh-oh. I'm real far down the shitter with no room to get out. This wasn't good.
One of them growled at the mention of the twins. "I hate those two! They think their finish is better than me, especially Sunstreaker. I have the cleanest and finest finish of any Cybertronian. And when Megsy sent me out there to defend any of the mines, my paint always gets scratched by them." I snickered silently at the sound of his complaining and 'misfortune'. But regretted the moment after because the room went silent.
Shit, they must have heard me. "Flesh bag, if you're awake, I suggest make yourself known," the fruity voice warned and sounded not pleased with me. Not good, definitely not good.
I groggily opened my eyes and sat up to scan the room for the source of the voices. Two Cybertronians stood about thirty feet away, one of them looked familiar and other, I had no clue who he was. Breakdown is his name if I remembered correctly. He's the one I had shot his optic out and is a huge mech; bigger than the twins.
His optic was healed and was working by the sight of it. Maybe he won't have too hard of feelings for me about it. Even though he did say he despises me with a passion. It doesn't help they know I was an Autobot. That puts a larger target on my back.
They both narrowed their optics at me with disgust evident on their faces. I groaned at my sore muscles and glared at the two Cons. "If there any serious injuries to your frame, meat bag?" the red one questioned.
He was much smaller than his friend, only able to reach about his chest. His paint was like Sides, but with more of a blood tint to it. Just like Sunstreaker, he seemed to take great care about his finish. Could I charm my way out of this? Probably not with the way they were looking at me.
Wait, he asked me a question. Injuries? Maybe a couple of scratches but most of the pain was from my throbbing muscles. "No, I'm fine. And as if I would let you take care of my wounds even if I was hurt," I sassed and crossed my arms over my chest.
Maybe if I acted tough and not afraid of them, they won't try anything. Because if someone is snarky and confident, they usually have a plan to defeat you. Most of the time that works. Or like as of now, reverse sociology. "Megsy just wants you alive and staying alive. For all I care about, is you keeling over and going offline but my helm is on the line."
The red's partner sent a glare at him for a moment. "You mean both of ours, I'm your helper and he'll take mine too." Those words just made me not want to meet this 'Megsy' even more. Wait… Megsy? He must be talking about Megatron. Ha! Even his own soldiers don't entirely respect him. I don't blame them though, what I heard about him is horrible.
Red waved his servo to side as if he was physically brushing off Breakdown's words. "Nah, he's gotta have at least one medic on board so you don't have to worry about anything, Breaky." He just brushed that off like it was nothing.
The two of them were confusing me, especially the smaller one. "One moment, you were worried about getting your helm chopped. Now you're not and I thought Crosshairs was crazy with pushing Prowl's buttons," I quipped by accident without putting much thought into keeping my mouth shut. Probably the only way to stay alive here.
Breakdown and Red snapped their helms in my direction and glared daggers at me. Disgust still evident in their optics. "Keep your derma's closed, fleshie. You're below everyone on this ship," Red snarled. Did he just say ship?! Either we are flying high in the sky or in the middle of the ocean. I'm placing my money on the former but wished for the latter.
His words didn't scare me and I rolled my eyes with a bored expression. "If only I could toss you off this ship," Breakdown grumbled and crossed his arms over his chassis.
"Well, I'd rather not be here either but here we are," I scoffed and stood up, fighting against the throbbing in my legs. "Let's start over because the tension in the room is horrendous. I'm Aubrey, and you two are…?"
Both of them rolled their optics. Breakdown turned away and started to get to work on something behind him. "Fine, only because you'll be staying in here until Megsy needs you for his plan. I'm Doctor Knockout and this is Breakdown, my assistant," newly named Knockout grumbled.
A thought came to mind when he introduced the both of them. "I guess he break's them down and you knock them out?" It was a stupid joke/pun but worth a try.
Confusion grew on his face but the moment after, he cracked up and smacked his partners shoulder. "She has a point! I'm going to use that as our motto now." He's stealing my pun! I calmed down the second after. It might help me in my escape.
Breakdown scoffed and probably rolled his optics at the pun. After shooting his optic out, I don't really blame him for having a grudge with me. In my defense, I was protecting myself from him. The mech was trying to kill me. Silence over took us and plunged me into thinking of ways to escape.
Third POV Location: Missouri
The hidden officer sat on the side of the road. A person sitting inside, waiting for anything to come up on the radio for him to do his job. The department had gotten him a new patrol car and he was just getting his hands on the wheel. Everything was so different compared to his old vehicle. This one was high tech with everything in between.
Officer Norris sighed and crossed his arms over his chest, a bored feeling settling in his bones. It would be preferred to have small jobs to do over doing nothing. He would rather have this then the crazy stuff that sometimes went down.
His city was small, with a tinier force to patrol and rarely did anything happen. There were a handful of murders that did happen since the city is in the middle of nowhere. Trees and lakes surrounded it. The only reason it was kind of known because of said murders.
A beeping inside of the cabin alerted him of something. Yet, Officer Norris didn't know what the noise was for and gazed confused at the dashboard. The large screen which wasn't usual for Mustangs showed nothing to clear up his bewilderment. "What the…?" he muttered and smacked his hand down on the dashboard.
Usually hitting something made it work, miraculous. This time, it did quite the opposite. "Human! Quite it and be quiet," a voice commanded out of nowhere.
Norris jumped in his seat, scared nearly to death and scanned everywhere for the origin of the voice. He came up empty handed. "Who said that?!" he screeched.
"Knockout, what do I owe the pleasure of you contacting me?" the voice grumbled annoyed. The human in the driver seat sat bewildered on what was happened but kept silent. Whoever talking had told him to be quiet and he didn't want to piss them off. Officer Norris needed to do something though, like alert someone of his predicament. How though?
"Oh, why do you sound so displeased about hearing my voice? My voice is smooth and lovely to hear, and you know it," a fruity, robotic voice, Knockout, spoke cockily about himself. The officer carefully moved his hand towards his gun, centimeter by centimeter.
If whoever was talking, must have eyes on him. That's means, if they noticed or saw him going for his weapon, then things could turn for the worse. "Answer the question, Knockout," the first voice deadpanned.
"Alright, alright. You know that fleshie you were sent to retrieve? The one that shot out Breaky's optic, he's still mad about that." What were they talking about? Did they have a hostage? If so, Norris needed to act quick so the person could get help.
The officer of the law was stuck between a rock and a hard place with barely any wiggle room. "Yeah, Aubrey Lambert, she helped me a little bit back. What about her?" Aubrey Lambert? A female by the sounds of it and they must have her. The name wasn't familiar but that didn't stop him from moving faster to his gun.
"Well, Megatron has her." Every noise stilled.
Suddenly, Norris's wrist was grabbed by the seatbelt, then his other. They were held far away from the weapon, no chance of escaping the hold. The man opened his mouth to shout but another seatbelt wrapped around his mouth. Any noise muffled and barely heard to anyone.
"I don't care much about the meat sack but she did help me get the Autoscums off my aft so I kind of owe it to her. Do you have any other information?" What were 'Autoscums'? And why does this person/being keep naming the hostage as a piece of meat? Sicko.
He struggle against his restraints to get to his gun and out of the vehicle or whatever he was in. Stupid department for giving him a possessed car. Nothing he did though made any progress. His movements only caused the seatbelts to tighten and draw a painful cry from his lips.
"She's in the Med. Bay with us and okay. I'm glad; I don't want to touch her. Humans get a lot of sicknesses and I don't want to part of that. Plus all of their fluids they excrete. All I have to say is disgusting!" Knockout said in repel.
Why are these two talking about people like they aren't one of us themselves? That doesn't make sense. Unless… they aren't human! What the hell?!
"Yeah, yeah whatever Knockout. You and Breakdown owe me a favor for saving both of your afts from Megatron. Help me get her out and that favor is used." These names that they have for each other are ridiculous. But they don't sound like human by the way they are speaking about people/humans.
"Are you slagging kidding me, Barricade?! Megatron was hell-bent on getting the human. Now you want us to break her out for you," Knockout screeched and was pissed that Barricade was asking him to do that. Norris now knew the name of who is forcing him to stay but was still confused on how to seatbelt was moving the way it was.
"You owe me a favor. If you go through with this, we'll all be even. Are you going to go through with this?"
"I can't believe you are using your favor on a fleshie. But fine. We'll get you on the ship but that's all, the rest is up to you. We aren't going to get our aft's kicked because of you." Ship? Like a space ship or boat ship. The former meant they were aliens; the latter would screw up that idea.
"That's all I need."
"Luckily, tomorrow, we are landing at an energon mine in Wellston, Ohio. We'll be landing in about four megacycles. Be there when we do or else you won't be able to get close." Wellston, Ohio, Norris made sure to remember that city so he could alert the department there what is about to happen.
First off, he needed to figure out what are megacycles and how many will that be. "I'll be there. You better not screw me over Knockout or I swear-" Barricade warned.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. I'm totally shaking in my armor. Don't worry about me, worry about saving the fleshie before Megsy gets his servos on her. The Autobots did give her the title as one and will be treated as so while here. I do feel the slightest bad when he comes to pick her up, she won't survive here long."
Did Knockout, who seemed to not care about Aubrey, give her pity? That may help survival rate a little until he could contact the Wellston department about what is going on. Norris struggled more and yelled as loud as possible so maybe the other person or being on the line could hear him.
His movements didn't help once-oh-ever and made everything worse. The seatbelt tightened to the point it was probably cutting off circulation to his limbs. Norris cried out in pain and tried his hardest to escape. It was a futile attempt and was costing him his hands.
"Alright, I'll be there. Keep her safe to the best of your abilities, Knockout. Try to keep her away from Shockwave or else we all know what's going to happen to her." Those words caused a shiver to go down Norris's back even if he didn't entirely know what could happen.
Then the called must have ended by the monotone two second beep. "For the love of Unicron! Stop moving or I'll blast you into the next decade, human!" Barricade shouted at Norris to stop struggling against his hold.
Norris's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. Even though he heard the voice talking to another, it was shocking for it to be talking to him.
The seatbelt around his mouth was removed and allowed the man to breathe properly. The moment he got his breath back, he started to yell at Barricade this time. "What in the hell is going on?! Who even are you-no. What are you?!"
If the mech was in bi-pedal form, he would roll his optics at the questions. "None of that matter's. Since I can't hurt you due to a deal I made, I'm going to leave you on the side of the road. Don't repeat anything you heard because if you do, no one will believe you and you'll be made fun of for thinking that way."
He stilled in his seat, the words hit him with the truth. If he did try to say that there was someone kidnapped in Wellston with no proof because hearsay, it wouldn't work out. Plus they'll ask who did he get the information from, all he could say was his patrol car. That would definitely get him thrown off of the force. The voice was right.
The driver side door of the mustang opened and a breeze of cool air washed over Norris. It was still cold out even with Spring here. "Get out," Barricade ordered roughly and all of the seatbelts released him. Norris stepped out without putting much of a fight and stared at navy blue mustang drive off without a person to direct it. How in the-?