They'd been transferred from the helicopter to a plane, as well as the tail bit that had been placed on a table. It was surreal looking at Scoponok's tail up close. It really was. She dragged her fingertips over it, it was still a little warm to the touch.
"It's like a self-regenerating molecular armor." One of the other soldiers said as he picked at a hole caused by the Sabot rounds.
"Look at the scorch mark where the sabot round hit. Melted right through. Hey, aren't sabots hot-loaded for like a six thousand-degree magnesium burn?" Lennox asked for clarity
"Damn close to it. It melts tank armor." Epps replied from where he was leaning against the table it was on.
"So this metal skin must react to extreme heat," Lennox replied.
Suddenly the tail lurched up, "Woah! Heads up!" Fern yelped, stumbling back and almost tripping over Salem who had been laying at her feet.
Epps jerked his hand back moments before the tail impaled it, "I thought you said that thing was dead, man?"
"Strap it down!"
Fern was quick to assist, throwing her body over the tail as it laid back down and giving other soldiers the time to strap it.
"This thing is wicked!" Lennox breathed as he pointed at it before turning to Epps, "All right, get on the horn with Northern Command. Tell them that our effective weapon is high-heat sabot rounds. Recommend we load them on all the gunships. Go."
Thankfully, the Sector Seven agents gave them medical aid and let them get cleaned up. And give her a military uniform. She also surprisingly still had her bag with the hard drives and shard in it.
Figg gave her a quick lesson in proper saluting and marching as thanks for probably saving his life. Soon enough however they were on their way.
She stood alongside the actual soldiers at attention with Salem at her feet, the cat sitting with his head held high and back straight as it could without causing complete discomfort.
"Team attention! Present arms!" Lennox called as Secretary Keller walked up to them.
"At ease. Captain, Sergeant. Got your intel. Excellent work." Keller said with a nod.
"Thank you, sir. What about the gunships?"
"They're being retrofitted with sabot rounds now. If they hit us again, we'll be ready for them. But, uh, it won't do us much good if we can't get world communications back up."
Fern kept a neutral face as she spotted, Simmons leading Sam, Mikaela, Maggie, and Glenn towards them.
The group of soldiers, plus Fern, Salem, and Keller fell in step behind Banachek and Simmons after the former directed them to follow.
"All right, here's the situation. You've all had direct contact with the NBEs." Simmons started.
"NBEs?"
"Non-Biological Extraterrestrials. Try and keep up with the acronyms." Simmons said somewhat condescending.
"Yeah. Hard to do that when we've never heard of said acronyms." Fern said with a sharp smile when the agent turned to her. He paled and turned away quickly, getting snickers from some of the soldiers at his reaction.
"What you're about to see is classified," Banachek said moving to the chamber that held Megatron.
"Can things be half-classified?" Fern questioned. It went ignored, though Donnelly shrugged at her.
All of Fern's breath left her in a huge gust as she was suddenly overwhelmed with muted emotions of rage. And it was coming from the giant icicle in front of her. "Oh, shit." He was way bigger than Blackout was. She wondered why she could feel his emotions (and they were no doubt his) when she couldn't feel Blackouts. Or maybe she did but didn't register it because of the moment.
"Dear God, what is this?" Secretary Keller Whispered in surprise and horror.
"We think when he made his approach over the north pole, our gravitational field screwed up his telemetry. He crashed in the ice, probably a few thousand years ago. We shipped him here to this facility in 1934." Banachek explained.
"We call him NBE-One," Simmons added.
Sam cleared his throat to get attention, "Well, sir, I don't mean to correct you on everything you think you know, but- I mean, that's Megatron. He's the leader of the Decepticons."
"He's been in cryostasis since 1935. Your great-great-grandfather made one of the greatest discoveries in the history of mankind." Banachek told the kid.
"Fact is, you're looking at the source of the modern age. The microchip, lasers, spaceflight, cars, all reverse-engineered by studying him. NBE-One. That's what we call it." Simmons says, leaning to Sam.
"And you didn't think the United States military might need to know that you're keeping a hostile alien robot frozen in the basement?" Keller snapped.
"Until these events, we had no credible threat to national security," Banachek replied.
"Well, you got one now."
"So why Earth?" Lennox asked.
"It's the Allspark." Sam was the one to answer.
"Allspark? What is that?" Keller asked.
"Well, yeah, they came here looking for some sort of cube-looking thing. Anyway, mister NBE-One here, a.k.a. Megatron, that's what they call him, who's pretty much the harbinger of death, wants to use the Cube to transform human technology to take over the universe. That's their plan." Sam explained.
"You sure about that?" Simmons asked after exchanging a look with Banachek.
Sam narrowed his eyes at the agents, "Yeah… You know where it is, don't you?"
"Follow me."
"You're about to see our crown jewel."
Fern could feel the power rolling off the Allspark. So much so, she had to place her hands on the railing to prevent herself from falling over. Salem was having the same problem but had to resort to leaning against Fern's legs. Fern was a little surprised no one mentioned anything about him.
Lennox and a few of the other soldiers shot her concerned looks as Banachek began talking, "Carbon dating puts the Cube here around ten thousand BC. The first Seven didn't find it until 1913. They knew it was alien because of the matching hieroglyphics on the Cube as well as NBE-One. President Hoover had the dam built around it. Four football fields thick of concrete. A perfect way to hide its energy from being detected by anyone or any alien species on the outside."
"You know," Fern gasped out, gaining everyone's attention, "I'm pretty sure that thing is way older than that."
"Are you okay?" Maggie asked, a concerned frown appearing on her pretty face.
"Fine, I can just feel the power rolling off it," Fern said, flapping her hand about.
That seemed to click something in the woman's mind, "Wait, back up. You- you said the dam hides the Cube's energy. What kind exactly?"
"Good question." Banachek started as he leads us to the chamber. He paused outside it however and turned to Fern, "Your cat will need to stay outside. We don't exactly have kitty goggles."
Fern rolled her eyes but looked down at the Maine Coon, who also rolled his eyes and went to the left of the door and sat down, "Okay, Please step inside. They have to lock us in."
"Yowl if you need me," Fern told Salem as she passed the cat who meowed at her in response.
As the door closed heavily behind her, Fern took in the Chamber and the claw and bullet marks on the metal walls. She could feel residual feelings of fear and pain and she frowned. She would not allow the little one to die.
"What's that? Freddy Krueger done been up in here or something?" Epps asked.
Fern decided to prevent Glenn from embarrassing himself and spoke up before he could, "Freddy Krueger's four, not three. You're looking for Wolverine."
Everyone looked at her and she shrugged, "I like the Marvel-verse. I grew up on it."
Glenn grinned at her, "You read my mind." and Fern giggled a little.
Simmons seemed to decide to ignore their conversation, "Anybody have any mechanical devices? BlackBerry? Key alarm? Cell phone?"
Glenn shrugged and pulled out his phone, "I gotta phone?" Fern was genuinely curious about how he got that past security. Then again, they hadn't bothered to check her bag, so she guessed she had no room to talk.
Simmons grinned as he took the Nokia phone from the geek, "Ooh. Nokia's are really nasty. You've got to respect the Japanese. They know the way of the samurai."
Fern glanced at Maggie from the corner of her eye as the blonde leaned towards the Secretary, "Nokia's from Finland"
"Yes, but he's, you know... a little strange. He's a little strange." Keller replied, causing Fern to huff a small laugh.
They handed out goggles, which the group was quick to slip on as Simmons placed the phone in the cage. "We're able to take the Cube radiation... and funnel it into that box."
Fern flinched at the flash of light and the brief, but powerful aura that flared into the room. Suddenly, she felt emotions coming from the phone as the light faded.
The moment the little bot took in its audience its aura flared in fear and confusion. It screeched and a weapon formed and it shot the cage.
Fern moved before Simmons had a chance to kill the little one, ripping open the door and holding out a hand to the bot. "Come here, little one. I won't allow the freaky man to harm you."
The little bot hesitated a moment but skittered onto her hand. She smiled at it and ran a finger over its head as its eyes faded from red to a more green-blue color. She had to find out its gender and name. She could not keep calling it an 'it.'
She could feel the shocked and surprised looks she was receiving from the others in the room, but before Simmons or Banachek could say or do anything, the lights flickered and the ground rumbled.
"Gentlemen, I do believe they know the Cube is here," Keller said.
Fern looked down at the little bot and placed it in her bag with the order of, "Stay there."
Banachek moved to the phone that was in the room and picked it up, "Banachek. What's going on?"
Fern was curious as to why there was a phone in here, were they not worried the Allspark radiation could change it? Because despite the energy being confined to the box, there was still a possibility of some of the energy slipping out.
Suddenly Banachek let out a shocked shout of, "What!"
"Do you have an arms room?" Lennox asked Simmons who nodded as Banachek yelled into the phone, "Get everyone to the NBE-One chamber now!"
The group was quick to get out of the chamber, making haste to the arms room. "Salem! Follow!"
"Move it! Move it! Let's go!" Lennox urged, pausing briefly to make sure the group was staying together.
"They're popping our generators!" Banachek hollered.
"Forty-millimeter sabot rounds on that table!" Simmons said, pointing to said rounds.
"That's good. Get all the ammo you got. Everything you can carry. Bring it." Lennox ordered his soldiers. And at this point, Fern may as well be one, so she followed his orders, quickly grabbing a gun and some rounds and stuffing extras into her bag while grabbing the Little Bot and placing it on Salem's back.
"Salem watch the Little One." She ordered the cat before looking at the Little Bot, "You stay with Salem." The cat purred in agreement and the Little One twittered at her.
"You've gotta take me to my car. You've gotta take me to my car. He's gonna know what to do with the Cube." Sam confronted Simmons.
"Your car? It's confiscated." Simmons fired back.
"The un-confiscate it!"
"We do not know what will happen if we let it near this thing!"
"You don't know-"
"Maybe you know, but I don't know."
"You just wanna sit here and wait and see what happens?"
"I have people's lives at stake here, young man."
Lennox seemed to be willing to trust the kid, because he slammed Simmons against a car and put a gun to his face, "Take him to his car!"
Simmons let out a startled yelp, "Wha-"
Suddenly, guns were pointed in all directions and Fern gave a feral smile to the S7 agent she was pointing at and who was pointing at her. The agent gave her a wide-eyed look.
"Whoa! Woah! Woah!"
"Drop your weapon, soldier. There's an alien war going on and you're gonna shoot me?" Simmons asked.
"Yes, well, we didn't ask to be here!" Lennox snapped.
"I'm ordering you under S7 executive jurisdiction." Simmons started.
"S7 doesn't exist." Epps cut off.
"That's right, and we don't listen to people who don't exist." Lennox agreed.
"I'm going to count to five," Simmons said.
"Well, I'm gonna count to three." Lennox hissed, breathing hard.
"Simmons?" Keller interrupted the standoff, cutting through the tense atmosphere.
"Yes, sir?"
"I'd do what he says. Losing's really not an option for these guys." Keller more or less ordered.
"All right. Okay. Hey, you want to lay the fate of the world on the kid's Camaro? That's cool." Simmons agreed.
They were quickly led to the chamber where they could hear high pitched pained whining. Fern almost groaned as she was flooded with the pained emotions of Bumblebee. But she could also read the determination coming from him, even through the wall.
"Stop! Stop!" Sam yelled as he full-on body tackled one of the men spraying the ice at Bumblebee. Damn, that kid should've been Gen Z.
Simmons and Banachek were quick to have the other sprayers to stop what they were doing and to clear the area.
Bumblebee whirled in pain as he sat up, battle mask sliding into place, and guns whirling online. Which looked kinda cool, if Fern was allowed to be distracted enough to say.
"They didn't hurt you, did they?" Sam paused and shook his head, "Stupid question, of course, they did. But it's okay now, they've stopped. The ones behind me will not harm you."
Fern rose a brow. She was pretty sure he hadn't said that in the movie.
Bumblebee let out an electronic growl and pointed his blaster at us anyway. Fern rolled her eyes, she understood that the bot was rather young, but they had more important things to deal with. As insensitive as that sounded.
She shouldered her way to the front gaining the yellow bots attention, "Alright, I get you probably hold a dislike for humans at the moment, and I honestly can't blame you. I don't like humans, either. And I am a human. But your Life-Giver is here and so is that old bucket head who would like to get his claws on it. So, as cute as you are and as young as you feel, you're gonna have to suck it up so we can make sure the bastard does not get it."
"Geez, that was harsh." Fern heard behind her after a moment of stunned silence.
However harsh it was, it seemed to do the trick, as Bumblebee retracted his weapon and stood up off the slab.
"We're gonna take you to the Allspark," Sam said, stepping back.
Fern had to swallow a groan as the unfiltered power of the Allspark pressed down on her. She stumbled, latching onto the shoulder of a nearby soldier to keep from falling to the ground.
This is so not fair. She grumbled to herself mentally.
She could vaguely hear Bumblebee release an awed whine as he gently touched the Cube. He jerked his hand back when it shocked it before it began to fold down, getting smaller and smaller.
It shocked him again as it settled into a smaller form before he knelt and handed it to Sam, "~Message from Starfleet, Captain. Let's get to it.~"
Lennox was the first to snap out of his awe, "He's right. We stay here, we're screwed with Megatron in the other hangar. Mission City is twenty-two miles away. We're gonna sneak that Cube out of here and we're gonna hide it somewhere in the city."
"Good, Right!" Keller agreed, clapping his hands together and pointing at the Captain.
"Also send out an Evacuation Order. At least a few blocks. Lessen civilian casualties." Fern sighed, pointing out the small flaw in that plan.
"Right! But we cannot make a stand without the Air Force." Lennox shot her a glance.
Keller turned to Simmons, "This place must have some kind of radio link!"
"Yes!"
"Shortwave, CB?"
"Yes, right!"
"Sir, you got to figure out some way to get the word out to them. Let's move!" Lennox ordered, causing Bumblebee to fold down to his Camaro form.
"In the alien archive, sir!" Simmons says.
"The alien archive-" Keller looked like he didn't really want to know.
Fern knelt to look at Salem and the Little Bot, "Stay here with them. Be wary, Frenzy will attack." She whispered to them. Salem meowed and Little Bot chittered.
"There's an old army radio console," Simmons explained.
"Will it work?" Keller asked.
"I don't k- Anything's possible! Did you see that? Poof!" Simmons said, bringing his hands down close together.
"All right, Sam, get it in the car! Mister Secretary! Get our birds in the air. When we get to the city, we're gonna find a radio, and I'll have Epps vector them in, okay?" Lennox called.
"Affirmative," Keller replied.
The soldiers scattered between vehicles and Fern slipped into the jeep Lennox and Epps were in. "Salem isn't coming?" Epps asked as Lennox started the jeep.
"Set a perimeter around the yellow car!" Lennox called as Fern replied with a negative. "No, I don't want to risk the Little Bot, and I don't want Salem to accidentally get stepped on."
She let out a startled yelp when the vehicle shot forward and she grabbed onto one of the jeeps bars in a death grip.
She let out a slow breath, trying to keep her heart from exploding out of her chest. She could do this. Sure it's like 20x more dangerous then it was back in Qatar, but she could.
She won't allow Jazz to die either. Or the Cube to be destroyed. She just had to be the one to shove it into Megatron's chest. If it went as she hoped, then what power that went into her would be directed to the shard in her bag and allow it to recover eventually. Though she might just shove it into her bra to make it easier for the power to transfer.
As they raced down the road away from the Hoover Dam, Fern became aware of several emotions from different bots in front of her. They also felt 'lighter' in comparison to Megatrons. Though one seemed significantly 'darker' than the others, it wasn't as bad as Megatrons. That was rather fascinating. Maybe the whole light-dark thing was right? With certain people (and bots) being more inclined to darkness while some being inclined to light?
"We've got incoming friendlies in front of us!" Fern yelled over the winds. Lennox shot her a look from the rearview mirror but nodded.
And true to what she said, zooming towards them were four cars. A Peterbilt, a Solstice, a Topkick, and a Rescue Hummer.
Tires screeched as the vehicles did a complete 180 and fell in line behind the military vehicles. "Woah, that was impressive." Epps whistled, though Fern could barely hear it over the wind. She agreed completely though.
As they entered the highway, the whooping of a cop siren was heard. She turned to see both a cop car chasing them and that weird military vehicle. She tilted her head and focused on them. Foreign emotions rushed through her and she almost gagged at the dark glee the military vehicle felt as it transformed and crashed through a bus.
She heard the screeching of harsh breaking as Optimus fell back to take care of him. She also felt Barricade's emotions suddenly veer away from them and get farther away.
She was rather curious about why he turned away. Maybe Optimus intimidated him? But wouldn't Megatron scare him even more? Whatever, it was one less 'con to worry about.
Soon enough they entered an almost deserted city with only a few stragglers. Good, seemed the evacuation order had been achieved. Thank fuck. She didn't need all those lives on her hands. She had enough blood on them.
She slipped out of the jeep and looked back at the other cars parked around haphazardly on the street. Soon enough the Autobots were transforming into their bipedal mode. She was only half-surprised when she realized that the 'darker' emotions were coming from Jazz.
She jumped slightly when she heard Lennox shout as he shoved a radio into Epps arms, "Here, I got shortwave radios." She hadn't even realized he had broken into a nearby radio station, too distracted by the 'Bots as she was.
"Wait. What the hell am I supposed to do with these?" Epps asked, looking down at it.
"Use them! It's all we got!" Lennox snapped.
"This is like RadioShack dinosaur radios or something, man. I'm only gonna get 20 or 30 miles out of these things. Are there even any aircraft orbiting the city?" Epps complained.
He scanned the skies before they landed on an F-22, "F-22 at twelve o'clock."
Fern's head snapped in that direction before her eyes widened and she spoke before Epps could, "But it's flying below the buildings! I thought military aircraft's don't do that!"
Epps froze and looked at her with wide eyes. "That's not friendly!" Just as Ironhide took notice of it, "It's Starscream!"
Fern hoped that was enough to prevent Bumblebee from losing his legs. "Take cover!" Fern lunged for the two teenagers, grabbing their arms and zapping them behind a nearby building just as Starscream released a missile.
"Ugh, what was that?" Sam looked like he was about to throw up. "Eh, an ability I have through no choice of my own. It takes some getting used to, though. I hear it feels fuzzy." Fern explains moments before an explosion rocks the ground.
Mikaela grimaced, "Yeah, fuzzy is one way to put it."
A pained whining was heard and Fern felt dread curl in her stomach. "Fern!"
"Here!" She called as she led the teenagers out from the alleyway.
Good news, Bumblebee didn't lose his legs. Bad news, he lost a leg. Well, at least it means less work for Ratchet later.
"Oh God! Bumblebee! You hurt!" Sam shoved the Cube into Mikaela's hands and rushed over to his Guardian's side. "Ratchet!" He called to get the yellow-green bots attention from where he was scanning Ironhide.
Ratchet was quick to make his way over. "I can't do anything major here, but I can stop him from leaking. He's had worse, so he won't die from it." Ratchet comforted.
Mikaela shoved the Cube into Fern's arms to join her soon-to-be boyfriend and the magenta haired young woman groaned as power from the Allspark flooded her body, before a presence entered her head, "That is a good plan. I can do that. When it is done, please protect me until I recover." The presence receded and she felt some of its energy exit her by her waist, where her bag was resting.
She sighed when the power pulled back completely and she joined them, pushing the Allspark into Sams just as Lennox looked directly at Sam, calling to him to pull his attention from Bumblebee, "Kid!"
Sam turned to him confused. "I want you to take that Cube and take it to that tower with the white angel statues on top. From there, activate this flare to gain the retrieval team's attention." Lennox ordered, shoving a flare into the boys free hand.
Sam's eyes widened, "What? Why me? Can't she just teleport up there with it?" He points at Fern, who merely blinks at him. Lennox shook his head, "Her teleporting is short-range, and the Cube seems to be able to overwhelm her."
"Like he said the Cube's power overwhelms me, and my Zapping is rather short-ranged. But I will keep an eye on you." Fern promised the kid.
He licked his lips and nodded. "Okay, okay. I can do this."
"Good! Now get moving!" Fern snapped, and he took off in the direction Lennox pointed out.
Suddenly a clearly-not-Earthian jet shot overhead, transforming and landing on a nearby building. And Fern swears this is all happening out of order. It probably was, because she swears she remembers Sam helping Mikaela with Bumblebee.
"It's Megatron! Retreat!" Fern ran back towards the non-living cars, trying to keep an eye on Jazz as he began to climb up to distract Megatron.
"Hey! Pinky!" Fern turned in the direction of the call to see Mikaela backing a tow-truck up to Bumblebee. "Help me with this!"
Fern made her way over to the legless bot, "Can you get onto the truck?" She was rather thankful that Ratchet had moved to help hold the arriving 'cons at bay. One of them being Blackout. She really hopes he doesn't remember her teleporting in front of him.
Bumblebee whirled and pushed himself up onto it, showing surprising flexibility simply by tucking his uninjured leg under the remainder of his missing one. Once he was settled, Mikaela and Fern worked together to secure the mech to the truck.
Suddenly Bumblebee's emotion flared in shock and sorrow. Fern turned in the direction he was looking in and her heart stopped at the sight of Megatron throwing Jazz's torn body to the ground. Optimus chose that moment to appear, gaining the bucket heads attention. "Shit! I'll be back."
It took two Zaps to reach and find Jazz's upper half. She could still feel his emotions, though they were fading fast. She reached his head quickly.
"Hi! I'm Fern. Nice to meet you, wish it was under better circumstances. I have an idea that might save you but I need you to answer some questions first. Can you talk?"
It seemed to take him a moment, but he answers, "Ye'. It's nice to meet ya, Fern. You tal' 'ike Bluestreak."
"I'm sure I do, It's probably just cause we are in a rush, though. Can a Spark survive outside a body?"
"Na fer lon'. May'e two Breems a' most." He slurred, coughing up Energon as his visor flickered.
"What if it stays near a shard of the Allspark?"
He pauses and his emotions continue to fade. Fern pushes his face, "C'mon! Answer please!"
"I dunno. It's ne'er bee' done 'fore. We don't e'en ha' a shar'." He vented. Fern frowned in determination, "You don't. Will you take the risk?"
He paused, "Yes."
"Do I have your permission to remove your Spark?" Fern spoke urgently.
A long moment passes before he manages to speak, "Ya 'ave it." And Fern smiled.
And slowly, ever so slowly, his chest plates creak open to reveal the most sacred part of his race. His Spark.
"Thank you for trusting me."
It glowed a dark blue, though the glow was fading fast. She didn't allow herself time to admire its beauty, She crawled onto Jazz's chassis and leaned in. She carefully, ever so carefully pulled the glowing Crystal out of its chamber, flinching as the final bits of warmth vanished from Jazz's frame as his visor flicker off. Hopefully not for the final time. She didn't waste time, placing the soul into her bag after wrapping it in a jacket that she had snatched earlier to protect it from the sharp edges of the hard drives.
She grabbed the shard and shoved it into the waistband of her pants, as opposed to her earlier plan of stuffing it in her bra. It'll keep it close to Jazz's Spark while keeping contact with her skin.
She then turned and looked up just in time to see Sam fall from the building and Optimus catch. Huh, guess that didn't change despite the rhythm shifting.
She zapped closer to the fight between the titans, keeping an eye on Sam as she promised. Which was why she was witness to a flying piece of debris hitting his leg and he fell, Cube tumbling from his hands.
Her eyes widened in shock and she immediately zapped to them. She grabbed the Cube in one hand and Sam's arm in the other before zapping to an alley.
Sam groaned in pain but managed to look at her dead in the eye and she knelt by his side, "Optimus told me, should it come down to it, to shove the Allspark into his chest. He sounded regretful when he said it so I can only assume it would kill him. So I was thinking, maybe -"
Fern finished, "You'll shove it into Bucket Heads." And Sam nodded, "Yeah, but my leg is broken now. I know you said the Cube overwhelms you, but could you-?" He cut himself off at seeing her nod. "Not like it'll be in my hands long, right? Hopefully, anyway."
She zapped away to a location near the battle, getting ready to act. "Sam! The Cube!"
She zapped herself forward onto the pinned blue leaders and shoved the cube upwards into Megatron's chest, "Sorry! Not Sam!"
"Mine! Allspark."
Fern groaned as power flooded her and she felt power flood her, she barely paid attention as Megatron roared, stumbling back and clawing at his chest. She panted bending over and placing her hands on her knees.
After she recovered, she slid off the leaders chest before turning to look at him as he stood slowly. "A flying piece of debris hit Sam's leg, breaking. Told him I'd keep an eye on him in case he needed help and he told me his plan. Fern is my name by the way."
Optimus smiled and nodded, "Then I thank you for your aid, Fern"
He then lumbered over to the fallen Megatron, "You left me no choice, brother." And Fern could not help but pity him. While she and her siblings were not close, they weren't really at odds with each other.
"Prime," came Ironhide's solemn tone and Optimus turned to him before he released a heavy vent, "We couldn't save him. His spark was gone."
There in his arms was Jazz's corpse and Fern grimaced, feeling a little guilty but she didn't wish to bring attention to herself yet. She took the distraction though and laced the rapidly growing Allspark shard and stuffed it into her bag.
She'd tell them when they were alone from the humans.
This story will update significantly slower than Shifted World purely because the average word count for this story is about 4500 compared to SW's 1500. This means I am more motivated to write SW as opposed to this one. In any case, I absolutely love reading reviews, so be sure to leave one!