This chapter kind of takes places just before the episode "Patch" and ends after the end of the episode.
Now so far, at the way it's going, this is shaping up to be a ten-chapter story and an epilouge after the tenth chapter. So it's not very long, and will most likely end at the last episode of Transformers Prime, I think. There might be a sequel, but that all depends on what the readers want.
In this story, you can expect...
Mentions of slash between Cybertronians.
At least one important OC.
Cursing.
General teenage themes.
A Gothic girl who is violent, can be a total bitch, and something like mutant abilities, but isn't mutant abilities.
Possible OOC-ness, but I will try to keep that to a minimum.
Is that all? I think so. If you don't like any of the things mentioned above, kindly click the back button. Consider yourself warned.
Things you need to know... [Blah] is Bumblebee's speech.
Disclaimer-I don't own Transformers Prime
Danger is My Middle Name
Chapter 8
He sat above the world, overlooking it all. It was so inferior, with its ugly organic waste. All things organic were just disgusting. How could those wretched Autobots stand it? Ah, no matter. The world would soon be destroyed, and at the hands of one of those organics, no less! There was something about that irony that just delighted him.
Of course, how would this come to pass if none of the Freaks could be found? He found himself quickly losing patience with his crew. First, they lost the Star Saber, then, those strange key-like things. On the bright side, though, he had managed to make a weapon to destroy that blasted Star Saber, and now the Decepticons were back on top. If only he could capture that little Freak, then the war would come to a screeching halt, leaving him victorious.
"Lord Megatron, we have located the Freaks' base of operations," Silas said as he entered the command room unannounced. Megatron was more than a little annoyed by this. Silas really did not know when to quit. The instant he was no longer of any use, he would be disposed of, and Megatron knew that Knock Out was just desperate to dissect Silas as some twisted form of revenge for his fallen sparkmate.
Megatron didn't mind at all. In fact, he encouraged Knock Out, saying how Silas was so confident, walking around the warship in Breakdown's body, taunting the medic. He knew Knock Out was on the verge of losing it, but he didn't care. An angry medic was better than a depressed medic.
"Excellent. Soundwave, send Dreadwing and Knock Out after them," Megatron called to his communications officer, who stood nearby. Soundwave, ever the silent mech, simply nodded and turned away.
"There is more, my Lord. Starscream has offered a truce, of sorts. He wishes to speak to you," Silas continued. Megatron scowled slightly, but nodded in agreement. The warlord rose and left the command center, leaving Soundwave to work.
~E.l.s.e.w.h.e.r.e~
Everything was on track. The message to the President was edited and ready to be sent, the troops were in place should the Americans refuse to comply, Sonar was keeping a close eye on the Cybertronians and humans, and Switchblade was finally out of her way. So why did she still feel so uneasy?
She felt like there was something looming on the horizon, something not even her seers could see in the future. It was close; she glanced up and stared blankly at the wall in the underground bunker. The darkness they had all sensed almost a week ago was coming closer, ready to crash down upon them like a wave stirred up from a hurricane. She couldn't stop it, her advisor's couldn't stop it, no one could stop it. The darkness would set in motion a series of events that would effect her people for years to come.
Lae was jolted out of her thoughts when the door opened and someone entered. Lae glanced up, and then glanced back down at her messages. They were all reports from her agents that she had to look over, approve, and confirm. "Puppetmaster...the troops are concerned. They all sense the darkness coming closer. Too close for comfort. We may need to evacuate the base." Lae paused, considering her advisor's words. Normally she might be concerned; the girl was not acting herself, but Lae now knew that since she had put Miko in a position of power as her second in command and bodyguard, Miko had matured and took everyone else into account.
Finally Lae sighed and looked up at her friend, "You may be right, Razor. Evacuation might be our best bet to avoid this darkness. Any ideas on what it might be?" Before Lae had even finished asking the question, Miko was shaking her head.
"No one has a clue. Our seer is blind to whatever it is, our warriors are on edge, Sonar can't get a lock on it, and everyone is worried. They fear our rebellion will be stamped out before it can even begin. And we have no idea how the humans even found out about this base or our plans for the war. I suspect a traitor in our midst. What do you think?"
Lae thought for a moment. Miko's assumption was logical, but there were holes in her theory. "Humans could not project this darkness on us, and there is no possible way they could be detected, and no one would sell us out to the humans. I fear we are dealing with aliens," Lae said with another sigh. Miko paused, and simply stared at her leader for a moment.
"You think it's the Decepticons?" she finally asked. Lae nodded. It made perfect sense. The humans were frail creatures and were incapable of anything really, and the Decepticons were powerful aliens from another world. Lae's own powers were useless against them, and it would make sense if others were blind to them as well. The only thing that gave them insight to this dilemma was their natural ability to sense something that was off, or something that was coming at them.
Just as Lae reached her decision, an alarm went off. Lae reached for her communication device and put it in her ear. "Sonar, report! What is going on?"
Static reached her, and then Sonar spoke, "We're under attack! Some kind of robot is ripping our base apart! What should we do?" The normally calm and professional tactician and communications Freak had become a panicked girl, her voice nearly hysterical. You could throw almost anything at her, and she would barely blink, but giant alien robots were too much, even for her.
"Damn it. Sonar, evacuate the base! Have everyone scatter and meet up at the secondary base! Razor and I will keep them busy and we'll meet up with you all later," Lae snapped, and then the line went to static, indicating Sonar was gone and carrying out her orders.
Lae glanced at Miko, and the Japanese girl met her gaze. They seemed to read each other's minds. The two stood up and exited the room to face the Decepticons.
~E.l.s.e.w.h.e.r.e~
"Prime, the Decepticons are mobilizing. What should we do?" Ratchet asked, turning away from the terminal to face his leader. Optimus was silent for a moment, and the other Autobot's gathered around him. Out of curiosity, Smokescreen peered at the screen that Ratchet had been studying, and then recoiled as though slapped.
"Prime, that's where Lae and Miko went last week! I couldn't pinpoint the coordinates, but I'd recognize that maze of underground tunnels anywhere; it took me forever to get out of them! I'm sure the Decepticons are there to steal the Freaks and use them as weapons!" Smokescreen exclaimed, rounding on Optimus. He looked slightly panicked. Despite how difficult Lae was to get along with, Smokescreen had become attached to her. He respected her, and acknowledged how challenging her life had been, and respected her even more because she trudged through it, never letting anyone tell her what she could and couldn't do. They weren't friends, but they acknowledged and grudgingly respected each other, if only a little.
"Miko's there? Optimus, we have to go! She could be killed!" Bulkhead exclaimed, stepping forward.
Slowly, the Prime nodded. "Ratchet, activate the Ground Bridge. We're bringing our human friends home."
That's chapter 8! What do you all think? More reviews would be nice, you know? So I can see what I'm doing right or wrong? Review please!