Disclaimer:
This story and my oc's belong to me. That means Alphawing, Stormwing, Sigma Prime, Aura, Desiree, Spark, Fadeout (name to be change), Dreamweaver and my other baddies (to be named later) are all MINE!
Transformers Animated and cast belong to...Hasbro.
Pairings: None as of yet
Summary: After being saved by a pair of mysterious transformers, the Autobots are dragged into an age old war that happened even before the Great War began. Just who are these two transformers, and what do they have to do with two unknown humans, a miniature transformer called a Minicon...and the Jet Twins?
Transformers Animated
Forgotten Past
Chapter 3
New Mission - Find Jetstorm
Jetfire glared hostilely at the Decepticon, his flame-coated servos just itching to melt him into scrap metal.
He repeated his statement again.
"Where is my brother being?"
The Decepticon seemed to finally get over his fear, standing tall and the grin returning.
He chuckled.
"Wouldn't you like to know, firebot. Jetstorm is 'safe' with us now...as soon will you be."
Wrong answer.
Jetfire leapt towards the 'con, throwing a large fireball at him.
The Decepticon easily dodged his attack, the grin still plastered on his faceplate.
"What's the matter, Autobrat, am I making you mad?"
Jetfire ground his dental plates and glared at the decepticon.
He jumped at the decepticon again, hoping to startle him with the surprise attack.
No such luck.
His arm was grabbed and he was flipped over the 'con, slamming into the ground.
Jetfire sat up and shook his head, only to gasp when the 'con grabbed his neck. He struggled to break free as he was raised up off the ground.
"Resistance is futile, little one. Just give up now and you can join your brother."
Jetfire froze at his words.
Just what did he mean? Would they really bring him to Jetstorm? But what would they do to them once they were back together? Or was it all just a trap?
His anger was fueled again as the Decepticon spoke.
"Don't worry, little one, we'll make sure you and your brother are 'reunited'."
Jetfire's hands burst into flames and he grabbed the 'cons servos, causing him to yell out and release his hold.
Jetfire hit the ground and rolled away from the pained 'con, jumping up and standing ready to attack.
The Decepticon glared at him hatefully, holding his throbbing servos.
"That was the wrong move to pull, little one. If you won't come with me, then I'll have to force you to come!"
Jetfire was surprised when the Decepticon suddenly disappeared in a cloud of smoke, just like Jetstorm had, and one of the black tendrils wrapped tightly around his neck.
With a strangled cough Jetfire was pulled to the ground, more tendrils quickly wrapping around his arms, legs and chest, holding him securely to the ground.
He struggled futilely against the tendrils, hoping to somehow break free of them.
Jetfire onlined his optics when he felt a presence appear above him, staring straight up at the Decepticon's smirking faceplate.
"Comfy?"
A glare was his only response, causing him to chuckle.
"I guess not."
He kneels down and grabs Jetfire's chin, forcing him to look up at him.
He scoffs.
"I don't see why our Master wants such pathetic little Autobots like you and your brother, fliers at that."
Jetfire looked up at him confused.
What was this 'con talking about?
"Why should we keep the likes of a flying Autobot, a freak, alive? It would be much easier to just offline you now and be done with that accursed Prophecy."
Now Jetfire was very confused.
He didn't get to think on the matter very long, for the Decepticon had stood up and pointed his plasma gun down at him.
"It's pointless to keep you around. Doing so could let them find you, and we don't need that now do we?"
He grinned, pointing the barrel in the same spot on Jetfire that Jetstorm was shot at.
"Join your brother in the Well of Allsparks, Autobrat!"
Jetfire snapped.
His body burst into flames, roasting the tendrils off of him as he jumped up, narrowly missing getting a hole blown through him as well. He then turned his burning optics towards the 'con, grinning when he flinched in fear.
"You will be paying for my brother, Decept-creep..." Jetfire said, his voice darker than before.
He shot a fireball at him, causing him to dodge or be melted where he stood.
Jetfire kept peppering him with fireballs and fireblast, not letting up for a nanosecond and causing him to constantly be on the run.
Jetfire shot another fireball in front of the Decepticon and causing him to stumble.
Seeing this opening, Jetfire took action.
He bolted forward and slammed into the unsuspecting mech, sending the two rolling across the ground.
Jetfire slammed the 'con's shoulders into the ground as the came to a stop, Jetfire sitting atop him.
He felt a slight pressure, like something or someone pulling him backwards, but he ignored it.
"No more games, Decepticon! You be answering my questions, now!"
The shaking 'con could only silently nod, to afraid to talk. Jetfire nodded stiffly.
"Now...Where my brother be being at? Does your 'Master' be have him?"
The Decepticon shakily shook his head side to side.
"N-No! He disappeared after that strange explosion!"
The feeling started to get stronger, but Jetfire focused back on the 'con in his grasps.
"What is your 'Master' be want with me and brother? Who is you be keeping us from finding?"
The Decepticon suddenly stopped shaking, confusing Jetfire, and grinned up at him.
"Sorry, Kid, can't help ya there. My 'lips' are sealed."
Jetfire's eyes widened when the Decepticon suddenly started to disappear.
"Who is you being, Decepti-creep? Who is being your Master?"
The 'con just continued to grin as he slowly disappeared.
"My Master's name is none of your business, Autobrat. But I will tell you my name...so you may know who will offline you and your brother when we do finally 'meet'."
Jetfire loosened his grip, confused.
"What do you be meaning? You is being right here!"
Another grin was his only answer.
"That's what you think, little one. Remember my name...for we will see each other again. Remember...remember that your death will be wrought by me...Dreamweaver."
And then he was gone.
Jetfire stared in surprise at the spot the Decepticon, Dreamweaver, once lay.
Anger filled him at the thought of his only lead to his brother slipping through his servos, causing him to scream out and slam his flame-covered servos into the ground.
"BROTHER!"
The first thing he noticed, was his vision was severely blurry. He heard sounds, but they were too muffled to make out. And finally, he felt servos holding him down, causing him to struggle more.
"..re!..."
"NO! Stop." He shouted over the fuzzy voices, wishing they'd release him.
"Let go!"
"...Je...re! ...op!"
His auditory sensors slowly calibrated, finally letting him clearly hear the vaguely familiar voices all around him.
"Jetfire! Chill out, bro!"
"Jetfire! Stop struggling!"
He felt one of his servos connect with something, followed by a grunt.
"It's ok! You're safe now!"
Finally recognizing the voices, Jetfire slowly stopped struggling, trying to see the slowly solidifying blobs of color all around him.
The servos finally released him after a few cycles.
One blob, a white one, came closer, catching his attention as its servo was placed on his arm.
"Hey 'Fire, it's cool now. We got you away from those 'cons, dig?"
He recognized that voice, he only knew one mech who spoke to him that way.
"Mr..J-Jazz sir?" He spoke, his vocal processor strangely staticy, but he heard Jazz sigh in relief.
"Yeah, it's me, Kid. How ya feelin?"
His vision began to clear up more, now able to see outlined figures around him.
"Mmm...My optics are fuzzy and voice is being messy."
Another figure walked up, red and white.
"Hold on a cycle." Said a gruff voice as he felt his vocal processor being tweaked.
"There, that should fix it. Your optics will focus in a few nanoclicks."
Jetfire smiled.
"Thank you, Grumpy Docbot."
Ratchet sighed.
"It's Ratchet, Kid. Young bots these days, no respect." Ratchet scoffed out, but they could hear the relief in his voice.
His vison was almost cleared up now.
Jetfire looked over as another white figure moved into view, blue flashes appearing as the mech spoke.
"I'm glad you're ok, Jetfire. Could you tell us what caused you to act up while in recharge?"
Jetfire looked at Wheeljack in confusion.
"What is you be talking about, Mr. Wheeljack, sir?"
Jazz brought his attention back to him as he squeezed his arm.
"'Fire, while in recharge...you suddenly started yellin out, callin for 'Storm, while flailin about. We were all worried you might damage ya'self, so we jumped in and tried holdin ya down. Ya sure put up a good fight, even knocked S.P. a good one there too." He said, motioning to Sentinel, who was rubbing his sore chin and glaring at Jetfire hotly.
"Ya think you could enlighten us on what happened, dig?"
Jetfire noded, his vision finally cleared up.
He spotted Sentinel to his left, Perceptor at the end of the berth, Wheeljack on Perceptors left, and Jazz opposite of Sentinel. Ratchet stood behind everyone to his right, nodding as Jetfire made optic-contact with him.
"Well...
Everyone stared at Jetfire, mixed emotions on their faceplates.
Jazz was the first to recover.
"So let me get this straight. You had a dream, that Jetstorm found ya, but his color faded and he disappeared when these tendrils got him? Then this 'con came and tried to trick ya into joinin him, the same one that blasted yer bro? You two had a scuffle, then he disappeared after tellin ya his name?"
Jetfire noded.
"That is being correct, Mr. Jass sir. The 'con be saying my brother is still being out there. We must be going out and finding him!" He shouted, getting up.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, cool your jets, Kid." Jazz spoke, pushing Jetfire back down on the berth.
"You're in no shape to go out on a bothunt just yet, Jetfire. Plus, we don't even know where to start searchin for 'Storm, dig?"
Jetfire turned his head to the side, discouraged.
Jazz sighed, placing his servo on Jetfire's shoulder, gaining his attention.
"I said we didn't know where to start, not that we won't find him. So just catch you some Z's while S.P. and I come up with a plan to find your bro, cool?"
Jetfire smiled weakly up at him and nodded.
Everyone left the med. bay to give him some quiet time, Ratchet putting up the tools before looking back at Jetfire.
He looked so lost without Jetstorm, like half of his spark had been torn away from him. Well, technically he had, but Ratchet had never actually seen it.
It made his spark ache to see Jetfire suffer like that, alone.
As he made his way to the door, taking one last look at the solemn jet, he made a vow.
'We'll find your brother, Jetfire. Even if it takes every ounce of spark in our chambers, Optimus and the others will reunite you with Jetstorm again.'
Optimus pulls up to the EG Flag Ship, transforming and looking back as the rest of his team appears and transforms.
"What's the deal, Boss-bot? Why do we have to answer Sentinel's call? He's been nothing but a pain to us all!" Grumbled Bumblebee.
Optimus sighed.
"Bumblebee, go easy on him. If Sentinel called us out here, then he must be in some real trouble. Let's just hear him out, got it?"
Bumblebee grumbled, but didn't say anything else.
Bulkead stepped up to Optimus.
"Yeah, I'd like to know why they've been calling Ratchet up here every day."
Optimus nodded silently.
He too had been wondering why the aged Medic had been all but forced to go to the ship, returning very solemn looking and snapping whenever anyone asked what was wrong.
Jazz, Sentinel, Ratchet and an anxious looking Jetfire were standing outside the ship waiting for them.
"About time you got here, Optimus. I thought I was gonna have to send Jazz out to find you."
Optimus held back his remark, instead looking at the tired Medic.
Ratchet noticed his look.
"We got more important things to deal with than my energy, Prime." He said, sneaking a glance at Jetfire.
Only now did Optimus noticed something was wrong. Jetfire looked very worn out and kept glancing around anxiously every few nanoclicks.
Speaking of which, he couldn't seem to see the other, Jetstorm wasn't it?
Jazz began to speak, cutting off his thoughts.
"Sorry to call you bots here on such short notice. But about three solar cycles ago, we picked up some strange signals around that 'Asteriod Belt'. The Twins went out to investigate, but were ambushed by some rogue 'cons. From what 'Fire here said, 'Storm was badly damaged and went missing before he was knocked into Stasis Lock. So we need you guys to help us look for him."
Even Bumblebee was quiet after hearing it all.
Optimus turned to Jazz and nodded.
"We'll do whatever it takes to help you find him."
-Elsewhere-
"Oof!"
He slammed into the ground an rolled a little ways before finally coming to a stop.
He cringed and placed his servo over his chest, the wound sending sharp pains through his circuitry.
He looked over at the blue mech standing by the door, silently pleading for him to help.
The mech looked at him solemnly before shaking his head.
"Get up..." A sharp voice spoke.
He looked disdainfully at the dark mech standing a few feet away from him, his optics glaring down at him.
"Get up." He repeated.
"Get up and show me what an Autobot can do...Jetstorm..."
It seems all that was just a dream...or was it? Just who is this 'Dreamweaver'? What's he and this 'Master' got to do with everything? And the mystery injured mech is revealed...it's Jetstorm! But now who is this 'blue mech'? And the dark mech as well? It makes me soo excited, and I'M the one writing it. But to find out what happens next you gotta wait for the next chappie. ^.^