I'm updating, sorry for the long long wait.
hapyjohn: I am sorry that the story doesn't meet your standards, I'll try to tone it down to your taste but you must understand that at some point it will reach the level I need it to. Sorry for the inconvenience.
The Autobots watched with explicitly known anger as the Decepticon leader's message was relayed.
"It appears you have talents worth my time."
"What do you want?"
(Btw bold is Jack and well, you know)
"Is that how you talk to the person that has the lives of the Autobots in their hands?"
"You-your bluffing!"
"No child, I hold the very life of your beloved Arcee."
Arcee growled. June gasped. The others didn't say anything as the message continued.
Megatron chuckled at Jack's lack of response. Ratchet couldn't open up the feed of Jack, so they had to guess what he was thinking through his voice.
"I want you to hand yourself over to me."
There was a shocked silence, of which June's sudden sobs were the only thing breaking it.
"And if I don't?"
"The sparks of the Autobots will be extinguished."
The others watched in horror as the inevitable answer presented itself.
"Where do you want me to go?"
The voice could barely keep itself steady, the bravado and anger in it at the beginning of the message was gone. June was crying freely now, and Arcee was doing her best to console her.
The message ended as soon as the coordinates were given.
"Ratchet, are the coordinates from the last bridge there?" Bulkhead asked. The medic nodded. "I doubt that they will be there. The bridge was opened an hour ago."
Optimus looked at June before turning back towards Ratchet. "We will try."
Ratchet nodded and activated the groundbridge.
"Autobots, Roll Out!"
(Jack)
Static's limp body was thrown into a cell as the Vehicon shut the door.
Static groaned, his pain receptors were in maximum overdrive. There were Energon bleeding from various cuts and his medical port had been accessed by Knockout a million times. Static propped himself up to his strut. It appeared Primus won't heal any damage done to him in Cybertronian form. And he doubted that turning back human was a good idea.
He managed to lean against the wall as his optics closed. It took a minutes for him to fall into recharge...
Only to be awakened by heavy footsteps. Static could barely brace himself before Megatron grabbed him by the throat. The warlord dragged him back to the lab.
Static was dumped unceremoniously onto the examination table and the straps were clicked into place.
Looking around warily, his throat still aching, Static could see no sign of Knockout. The only one in the room other than him was Megatron.
"You may come out now."
Static watched in mild confusion and major terror as a single red optic appeared out of the shadows.
(Autobots)
Optimus looked at the scene before him. Arcee was crouched near a puddle of Energon, now cold from the cool night air.
"We're too late Optimus." Bumblebee whirred sadly.
Optimus saw the first rays of dawn approaching.
Morning was coming, and still no sign of Jackson.
Hope you all like it. And hapyjohn, I hope this is to your standard. And I know its short. I've made millions of promises to make it longer but I have a plan in mind. So please review, like and *calls the campaign managers* NO FLAMES. SAY NO TO FLAMES!
#Say no to plastic bags.
#SPECTRISTIC EXIT!