Last Survivor: Chapter 2

Here's the disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Transformers. I just play with them. I only own my OC's.

Units of time:

See Prelude

Seeker genders/family members:

See Prelude

Communication:

:: comm. link ::

- Bondmates/sparkmates

~: creator/creation bond :~

: sibling bond :

Thoughts/memories/flashbacks/dreams

[symbiot/symbiot carrier]

Seeker Cant

= Cybertronian language =


When Bladestream told Moonracer and Override of Wing Saber and what the Decepticons did to her family, the femmes were shocked. They began to ask if the team would search for the missing Seeker. Bladestream told them that he and the twins already thought of that and yes, they would try to find Wing Saber.

Turned out that the Seekers have enough energon on their single ship to last the bots on board for millennia. Now that the Seekers were offline, Bladestream said he doubted that they would mind if the team restocked their own ship's supply of energon. After taking what they needed, the twins downloaded the coordinates of Wing Saber's escape pod. Once the ship's tracking system was locked onto the pod, the team pushed the ship to the max to try and reach Wing Saber before the 'Cons did.

Moonracer was the youngest on board. She was about nine hundred centi-vorn old when the team discovered the massacred Seekers. She was a two-wheeler, like her carrier. She was lavender with royal blue highlights. Instead of her carrier's chevron, she had her sire's helm horns.

She was very proud of the creators. Her sire was offline, but her carrier was still alive somewhere in the universe. Moonracer could still feel her via the creator/creation bond. Her creators' names were Arcee and Tailgate. Arcee gave her to Bladestream when her sire was offlined in Decepticon captivity. Being a new carrier and having made a personal enemy did not mix and to protect Moonracer, Arcee gave her up to one of her closest friends, Bladestream. Bladestream told Moonracer that that act was the hardest thing Arcee had ever done.

Moonracer felt sorry for Wing Saber and Bladestream warned that when they found her, she would likely be very sad for a long time due to losing so many bots she was bonded to in such a short time and would probably be in a lot of pain for a while. Moonracer promised that she would try to help Wing Saber in any way she could.

Unfortunately, that promise was put on hold for many vorn. The team searched for Wing Saber for close to three hundred centi-vorn before they found her. Thankfully, the Lost Island Seekers' ship had a space bridge that Technoburst was able to sync with their own ground bridge so that they could go back to the Seekers' ship to replenish the team's energon supply.

The team would lose the pod's signal upon occasion and would have to find it again. The good thing was that the pod didn't move much, so guessing the pod's location did not have much error in it. Hard Wire had tried to bridge himself to the pod's location, but the space bridge could not lock onto the pod due to the poor signal the pod had.

After about three hundred centi-vorn of searching, the twins finally found the pod orbiting a small moon of a large gas planet. Bladestream had them use the ground bridge to bring the pod into one of the ship's empty cargo bays. When he examined the pod, it was a little banged up, but otherwise unharmed.

Override, a bright teal and white femme with red racing stripes on her doorwings, was a medic in training. She had nearly lost her creators during the destruction of Praxis, but a medic named Ratchet saved their lives. After that, Override decided she wanted to become a medic. She would have been taken by Ratchet as a protégée, but Cybertron was then evacuated. She did lose her creators later when her sire was killed in a battle and her carrier followed shortly after. Like most bots, Override wasn't too fond of Seekers, but understood that Wing Saber was also a victim of the war, just like her and the other younglings on board.

Bladestream called Override to inspect the pod. = Can you tell if Wing Saber is still online? =

= Oh, she's online alright. Sparkrate's a little out of sync, but I think that's because so many bonds were cut so quickly. Due to being in stasis for so long, I don't think we'll have to worry about her offlining because of spark trauma. =

The pod began to beep softly. Bladestream looked at a small panel on the side of the pod.

= The pod has detected that this ship can support Cybertronian life forms. It is starting to bring her out of stasis. Override, stand back, but be ready to help in case something goes wrong. Moonracer, stay with the twins. =

= Are you going to tell her what happened to her family, Bladestream? =

= I have to, sparkling, she has a right to know. =

Override called out, = Pod's getting ready to open! =

Bladestream looked back and knelt by the pod as it opened to reveal an online, very confused, Wing Saber.


Cybertronian life detected …

Stasis lock disengaged …

Cognitive functions online …

Energon levels: 90% …

Internal systems: optimal …

Sparkrate: erratic …

Wha … ?

Transformation sequence: functional …

Flight systems: functional …

Battle systems: functional …

What happened? …

Optic receptors online … audio receptors online … olfactory receptors online …

Why does my spark hurt? …

All systems functioning at optimal capacity. Pressure lock disengaging.

The lights in the pod shut off completely and the life support systems retreated from my systems. My spark felt badly bruised. It pulsed erratically in its chamber. The doors of the pod hissed open and bright light poured into it. I winced and lifted my arm to cover my optics. As my optics adjusted to the light, I noticed a young teal and white Praxian femme standing at the left side of the pod. I lower my arm and saw a large black and blue triplechanger mech. They both had Autobot insignias on their armor. A good distance behind the triplechanger were two twin Seekers and a small two-wheeler youngling. One Seeker was gold with red as a secondary color and blue highlights. His twin's colors were inverted. The femme youngling was a pretty lavender with royal blue highlights. Both Seekers had Autobot insignias one their wings, but the lavender youngling had no insignia at all.

I rubbed my sore spark. At least I was safe … probably. The triplechanger held up his right servo in a calming gesture. His voice was deep and gentle when he spoke.

= Easy, it's alright, young one. We're not going to harm you. =

He spoke in Iaconian. The dominate language among the Autobots. Thanks to my sire's training, I was as fluent in it as I was in my mother tongue. I decided to speak it since he hadn't tried Seeker cant.

= Who are you? Where am I? =

Every one of them looked at each other startled. Apparently they hadn't expected me to speak Iaconian. The triplechanger looked back at me.

= My designation is Bladestream. This is Override, the blue Seeker is Technoburst, the gold one is Hard Wire, and the little one is Moonracer. We came upon your family's ship and then went for looking you. =

My spark soared a little. = Who is still online? =

Bladestream's gaze fell to the floor. Override looked away and her doorwings lowered. The twins grew solemn and Moonracer clasped Technoburst's servo with haunted optics. My optics darted back and forth between them as my processor made a horrible conclusion. No, that couldn't be right. They couldn't all be offline.

= No … it can't be true … = I said, mainly to convince myself someone had to still be alive.

= I'm sorry, Wing Saber. No one survived. You are all that's left of your family. I'm sorry. =

No. My spark frantically searched for any bonds still active only to get back coldness. It felt like I was looking into a dark, endless abyss that went on and on forever without ever hearing so much as an echo of your voice back. Very one of my family bonds felt like this. Now I knew why my spark felt bruised. My spark had gotten over the worst of the pain while I was still in stasis. The escape pod's life support systems had not let my spark extinguish.

I keened as grief overwhelmed me. I could not stop the coolant that leaked out of its reservoirs and streamed down me faceplates. Bladestream extended his EM to me. It was filled with understanding and the comfort a sire would give. Understandable, he probably had to sire most, if not all, of the younger bots. He reached for me, trying to coax me to him. Knowing he was a mech with a king spark and I have no one else to turn to, I leaned towards the opening of the pod. He pulled me out of the pod into his arms, placing my audio right above his spark as he spoke soothing words. I clung to his armor like a lifeline. He rocked me as I cried myself into recharge.


I onlined to find myself in Bladestream's berth with a cube of fresh energon on the small table next to the berth. I refueled just because my tank was low. I did not have much interest in it. Override revealed that she was a medic in training and as the medic on this ship. She deemed me physically sound and told asked me to let her know if my spark felt worse. I thanked her and retreated to my new recharge chamber.

The room was smaller the one I had back one my family's ship. The berth was against the left wall and a set of drawers and a desk were on the wall opposite the door. There were no personal washracks on the ship so we all had to use the public on. A storage closet was on the right wall. Inside on the top shelf were spare thermal blankets. Some were softer or thicker than others. I took down some of the thicker ones and placed the on the berth.

My bag that Silverbolt had packed was beside the berth. I took out the soft pink and blue thermal and saw some of my favorite plushies on top. I removed these as well and closed the bag without looking at the rest of the contents. Once the berth was to my liking, I snuggled down into the covers and went into recharge.

The solar cycles after went by in a blur. I had no interest life. I fueled because it was necessary. I never once used the washracks. This caused some panic in the others because Seekers were very clean beings. They bathed at least once, sometimes twice, per solar cycle. My lack of bathing and general lack of interest in life made Bladestream and the others try to get me to interact with them. Not much worked. Moonracer and Technoburst's symbiots caught at least a little bit of my attention.

Solar cycles became orn. Orn became groon. As the groon past, I slowly began to take part in the cyclely routine of the bots. I still felt miserable, though. I felt alone and lost. I longing to see sky again. To feel the wind on my wings. I felt hopeless and trapped on the ship. But that changed one 'cycle, when I was talking to Bladestream.

We were in the rec room. He was telling me stories about the twins when they were little when he got a comm. from Hard Wire stating that we had received a transmission from none other than Optimus Prime himself. Both of us went quickly to the bridge.

Upon entering, I saw that the other femmes were there as well, both very excited.

= How old is the message? = Bladestream asked.

= Not that old, only about half an orbital cycle. The message was encrypted. Quickstrike has decoded it if you want it played? =

= By all means, play it! = he said excitement evident in his voice.

As Hard Wire scrambled to play the message, I could feel the anticipation in the air. Everyone's EM fields were flared wide and charged with excitement. Winged bots can pick up energy in the atmosphere and sense changes in the wind. We can also sense inflections a bot's EM field much more acutely the average bot.

:: This is Optimus Prime. To all surviving Autobots who hear this message, I ask you to join me in a remote corner of the galaxy on a small planet rich with energon. I have reason to believe this world will soon become a new target of Decepticon conquest. Our team is small, but strong. Join me at these coordinates so that we might plan our resistance. Safe journeys. ::

When the message ended, I could only stare at the console. Sire had said that as long as Optimus Prime was online, there was hope for Cybertron. My family members may be one with the Allspark now, but maybe just maybe, but I could honor their deaths by helping this team get to that planet. It was the right thing to do anyway. I was jarred out of my thoughts be the younglings' excited chatter. They talked over each other, telling Bladestream all the reasons why they should go. Bladestream was reluctant to say yes and I could understand. Wherever Optimus was, Megatron was not far behind. Taking the younglings to that small planet would possibly endanger them. His argument then became that it would take centi-vorn to get there. The younglings looks so disappointed that I had to say something.

= There is a faster method of travel. =

They looked at me in shock. I chose to ignore it.

= I know that you guys have synced your ground bridge to my people's space bridge. I know that the space bridge can be removed for transportation and it can also be enlarged. If a few of us go back and enlarge its size, then the ship can be bridged to the space bridge then the ship can be bridged to Optimus Prime's location. =

The team looked at each other. Bladestream looked at Technoburst.

= Technoburst, will that work? =

= Well, if we can bridge back and forth between ships, there's no reason why her idea wouldn't. =

= Then I will take Hard Wire and Wing Saber and go get that space bridge enlarged. If that's alright with you, Wing Saber. =

I nodded. I had no idea what lay in store for us on that small planet, but I had a feeling that I was supposed to play a role in whatever was to come.


It took several orn to get the space bridge off the royal starship and into space in its expanded state. Only problem was that Technoburst's symbiots had to guard the ship cause the space bridge would be unusable while we worked on it. I knew enough about the space bridge my sire insisted that I know a little bit of everything. When we finally got the bridge operational, we bridged the ship to the space bridge's location. Hard Wire had to re-sync both bridges before he could plug in the coordinates to the planet Optimus was on. When he had everything set, he activated the space bridge. I watched out the pilot window as the bridge outside flared to life.

= All systems go. Everything is stable. We can now join Optimus! = Hard Wire cried. The others cheered. I smiled. I was excited myself about seeing the new planet.

Bladestream stood beside him. = Steer the ship through the bridge. =

When the ship went though and the bridge winked out, I gasped in awe at the small planet. It was much smaller than Cybertron and over half of it was covered in water. Several large bodies of land were scattered across it. On the planet's dark side, I could see many specks of lights. The planet was already inhabited. Judging by the look of the land from space, I guessed that the planet was an organic one.

Hard Wire steered the ship into the planet's atmosphere. After a while, I noticed that something was off. The air around the ship was starting to turn orange. When ships entered an atmosphere, they were not supposed to do that. An alarm began to beep. Hard Wire and Technoburst began to try to figure out what was wrong. The ship began to pick of speed.

= What's happening? = asked Bladestream.

Technoburst answered, = The engines are getting too hot! They're not designed for this strong of an oxygen concentration. The friction is causing the engines to overheat. =

= I can't slow her down! =

I looked at the planet as its surface began to rapidly approach. Fear began to creep into my spark.

= Brace for impact! = Bladestream shouted.

I grabbed Moonracer and pinned her between me and the wall. Then ship hid the ground with a bang. I was jarred violently and my grip on the wall broke. The ship bounced and hit the ground again with a violent lurch. I was thrown into the wall and ended up banding my helm against it. I heard Moonracer scream in fright before blacking out.


There's chapter two. Please let me know what you think!