Prowl rapped his fingers against Teletraan-1's console impatiently. He and HighRoad had been running the names and descriptions of the people listed on the datapad Wyldkat had given them through the Cybertronian populace database via Teletraan-1. The computer finally made a noise, and he looked up. HighRoad glanced at him before the computer spoke.
"There are no known cybertronians registered in the populational database of Cybertron by those designations." it reported. Prowl gave the Prime-imitator a suprised look. "How can that be?" he queried. The computer blipped. "Unknown. However, a trans-spacial anomoly has been detectede at coordinated four zero-two-one-seven."
Now it was High Road's turn to be suprised. "Details." he stated. The computer screen flipped thorugh some calculations, then brought up a visual of the terrain. And a round circle of metal. Teletraan-1 automatically zoomed in on it. THere was Megatron, along with Starscream and his trine. "Megatron." High Road frowned behind his mask.
He flipped on the comm. "Ironhide, Trailbreaker, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, meet me in the command room." a chorus of "Yes, sir" was heard, and Prowl turned to him, leaning slightly against the giant computer. "Are you sure it is wise to go out and fight Megatron when we could just contact the real Optimus Prime?" he asked, still halfway-glaring (thanks to HighRoad misleading him in Prime's office). The Prime-mimic turned to him. "And let everyone including Megatron know I'm not Prime? that would just cause more confusion." the crimson and blue mech replied. Prowl couldn't find any fault with his logic, except possibly HighRoad going to fight Megatron and being deactivated. That would be very bad.
Before he could voice any further concern, tohugh, the assigned group jogged into the room. "Ready to go, Prime!" sunstreaker Transformed, revving his engine. He was closely followed by his red twin, Sideswipe.
"Then let's transform and roll out." HighRoad transformed as Trailbreaker and Ironhide did, Prowl following after the group.
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Wyldkat looked down at her energon cube. It was time for her to leave, but she didn't want to. "Hey, Kat, wassup?" The car glanced up. "Oh, hey Jazz. Nothing much. Just thinking about the group." the Porsche nodded and sat across from the femme. "I dig. Ya can't decide whether ta go back to them or stay here, right?" Her head shot up. He grinned, chuckling softly. "It ain't hard ta tell. Ya can't get them ta come over here an join us?" he asked, to which the femme shook her head. "No, it's more complicated than that. I can't explain it right now." she waved a hand "But there's things that have to... get done first." he tilted his head at the unusual statement, but decided not to pry. If he wanted to, all he really had to do was pour on some of the good old charm, but he knew she probably wouldn't tell him anyway, and would probably just get annoyed with him. Strange, Wyldkat had allways seemed somewhat "Immune" to his 'Jazzy charm', as he put it. "Okay, so, is there something ya *do* wanna talk about?"
She glanced up at his cheesy grin and chuckled. "maybe your choice in music. Here." she pulled out the datapad he'd loaned her with some music on it. "No wha's wrong with ma choice in music? I got some good tuneage there." he pointed to the datapad before taking it from her. "Seriously? you call Vanilla Ice good music?"
He laughed. "All right, all right." he subspaced it. "But ey, at least I aint puttin really cheesy stuff on there, like the Macarena an' stuff." he winked. the blue carfemme giggled. "Yeah. right." she smirked around her cube as she drained it. "I gotta go." she set the empty cube on the table. "I'll be back again as soon as I can, though." she stood. "Thanks for the music." she waved over her shoulder. "Later!" Jazz called, giving her a wide grin. "Peace out, babe!" he waved, and she was gone.
The blue Plymouth Reliant sped out of the ark and towards home. She wished she could visit the Ark more, and be with her friends more. She rounded a corner so deep in thought that she almost didn't see Scythe standing there. She skidded to a top, transforming as she did. "Scythe. Hello." she couldn't think of what else to say. He simply eyed her.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"uh... tell you what?" she tried to look innocent. His expression was neutral, however. No anger was in his expression, nor his voice.
"Do not lie to me, Wyldkat. I know where you were.
"Oh really? do the fliers know?" The carfemme carefully weighed her options. She could either lie to him and possibly incur his wrath, if he had seen her leaving the Ark, or tell him the truth. Well, some of it. "No, they did not see you leaving." his gaze never faltered.
"Oh, that's good." she glanced at a nearby rock, noticing the tiny ants crawling along it's surface. She knew she was trying to buy time, so she could figure out what to say. "Have you been friends with the Autobots for very long?" he asked, voice genial. Like commenting on the weather. "No." she opticshifted to look at him, then sighed.
"Kinda." She didn't want to say how long, because then Scythe would know she was here before his group. In a way, she thought, that wouldn't be bad. Scythe would want to kow if anyone from that group could help them get home, and possibly get them to ally with the Autobots. But, again, confrontations would not help. And Razer and Dusk would not let them go that easily. Since Bullet and Jade were still on Cybertron, it was likely, she assumed, that Razer and Dusk would have their allies capture the two. There was no just walking out. It would never be that simple. "I... met one of them, on a drive a few days ago." she folded her arms. "He was... nice. He didn't ask questions."
Scythe raised a single optic ridge, as though telling her to go on. "His name's Wheeljack. He's kind of an inventor. I though," she swallowed. She knew Scythe could easily detect any lie. It was uncanny, really. She just hoped he wouldn't, just this once. "I was thinking that if I became friends with him, that he might... share some of his ideas with me. He has allready." she looked hopeful. The green dragon nodded. "And have you told him anything about our group?" he asked.
"Nope." Wyldkat inwardly heaved a sigh of relief. And that last question was answered truthfully. She hadn't told Wheeljack, specifically.
"Have you met their leader yet?" She hadn't seen that one coming."uh... no. Can't say I have." she made a show of pretending to think back to try to figure out what he looked like. "I met Wheeljack's other friend, the ambulance? I think his name's Wrench, or something like that." she blinked. She never could remember the mech's name. She had only met him once. Ususally, getting to know someone's name required spending time around them. And thankfully she hadn't been in the repairbay enough to learn his name. She was glad for that, in a way.
Scythe simply nodded, flicking his scaled greenish-hued wings minutely. "Allright." he nodded. Wyldkat nodded back and started to make her way past. "Oh, Wyldkat?" he called after her. She turned.
"Yes?"
"Do you know them well enough to get into their base without him with you?"
She had to stop and think about that. It could mean so many things, knowing Scythe. Anything from "Could you get him to help you get in" to "Have you been in their ship much and are you secretly on their side."
"I don't know, why?" she tilted her head slightly.
"Because, it would be *very* helpful to us if you could get into their base, and spy on them for us."
"Ah." she nodded, thinking about it. "I could talk to wheeljack, and see what he'd say. I don't want any... misunderstandings." she smiled, implying that Scythe and friends might have to rescue her if such an event occurred.
Scythe nodded, a small smile gracing his features. "That would be... very good. Thank you." he nodded. Wyldkat nodded back. "No problem. When do you want me to comm him?"
Scythe blinked, inwrdly suspicious. "You have his comm frequency?"
"Well, yeah. He gave it to me so we could talk, or meet when we're out, or whatever." it seemed to make sense. Scythe flicked his wings again. "Whenever you're comfortable with, I suppose." he said. She nodded. "Well, I just left, so I suppose I could call him in a little bit and ask. I don't want to seem over eager to go back."
"All right then, whenver you want." Scythe had that flippant tone again. He walked away. "See you back at base." Wyldkat transformed and headed for the mountainbase. This was going better than she'd expected!
Scythe's gaze focused on the horizon, watching a flock of birds circling the nearby forest. After a moment he transformed and leapt into the air, heading for the base as well.
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Endnotes: Sorry for the short chapter. The next one will probably be short as well, but I'll try to make future chapters longer.
