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 4
On the Hunt
Sari smiles kindly up at Jetfire. "Don't worry Jetfire, we'll find your brother."
Jetfire weakly smiled at her.
"Oh no you're not! I'm not gonna have that contamination anywhere near me or my bots!"
"Sentinel, Sari is a valuable member of our team! She's coming with us!" Optimus retorted.
'Here we go again.' Jazz thought exasperated.
Jazz stepped in between the two to stop the arguing now. "Chill S.P., O.P. has a point, ya know! The little organic is a part of his team, and more optics on the lookout for 'Storm the quicker we can find him, ya dig?"
Sentinel turned his glare from Optimus to Jazz, with no effect.
"Fine! Just keep that contamination away from me! Let's go Jazz!" Sentinel snapped, transforming and pealing out across the pavement.
Sari sticks her tongue out and shouts futilely at him. "Who're you calling a contamination?"
Jetfire flew over the city, following Bumblebee, with Sari in him, far below on the road. Bumblebee was constantly complaining about having to check out the outskirts of the city, slightly lifting Jetfire's spark.
=How's it look up there, Jetfire? See anything yet?= Sari's voice came over the comm. link.
=No, I am not picking up brother or anything else.= He answered gloomily.
Bumblebee transformed into his robot form and looked down at Sari. They had to do something to cheer him up.
=Hey, Jetfire. Later, you wanna come play some games with us? You never got that match, remember?=
Jetfire drooped.
'Brother has also wanting to be playing the video games too...'
Well, that didn't work. Maybe they should try a different tactic?
Sari and Bumblebee were interrupted from their failing plan as all their comm. links beeped, it was Sentinel Prime.
=Yes, Sentinel Prime sir? Jetfire spoke up quickly, hoping it was news about his brother.
=Return to the ship, all of you. We're going to try a different area.=
They were surprised.
=But! We barely even started loo= Bumblebee was cut off by Sentinel.
=That's an order, unless you want to be thrown into the Brig for insubordination! Now get back to the ship, on the double!=
The communication was cut then.
The bot and human shared a look before shrugging.
"Let's go guys, maybe we'll have better luck somewhere else." Sari said encouragingly.
Jetfire sighed turned around, quickly followed by Bumblebee and Sari.
Optimus drove along with Ratchet and Prowl. They kept their scanners on full alert, hoping to find any trace of Jetstorm. So far, they hadn't had any success.
"It just makes no sense. Where could he have disappeared?" He mumbled aloud, the other two catching his words.
"It's not necessarily where he went to, but who could've caused it? It had to be a pretty strong Decepticon to take down an Elite Guard member, especially the Jet Twins." Prowl said, following along on Optimus's left.
Ratchet, on Optimus's right, spoke up as well. "Whether it was planned or coincidence, we should focus on finding the kid, then ask questions later."
Optimus sighed. "You're right, Ratchet. I noticed Jetfire didn't look too good. I chalked it up to his injuries, but it could have something to do with being away from Jetstorm. I've never seen twins, so I don't know what could happen after being separate from each other any longer."
Just then, Optimus's scanner started beeping, indicating that it picked up something.
"Did you pick up Jetstorm, Prime?"
Optimus shook his head. "No, Ratchet, but I did pick up a Decepticon signal."
"Where?" Prowl asked curiously, stopping and transforming as the other two did so.
Optimus's optics widened.
"Oh no..."
'Where could my brother be being? Was that Dreaming 'con lying of my brother being out there?' Jetfire thought, dread filling his spark at the thought.
Suddenly, all their comm. links beeped, quickly filled with Optimus's worried voice.
"Bumblebee, Sari, Jetfire!"
Startled, Bumblebee answered.
"What is it is, Boss-bot? What's up?"
"Bumblebee! Get out of there now, there's-"
"Bumblebee! Look out!" Sari shouted, just as a hail of blasts rained down upon them, cutting Optimus off.
"AAHH!" Sari and Bumblebee shouted as he spun out.
"Yellowbee! Human-girl!" Jetfire shouted, pivoting around and searching for the attacker.
"Over here, flybot!" An unknown voice shouted.
Jetfire transformed and turned around, only to be shot down by an unseen enemy.
"..re!..."
"...Je...re!"
He groaned as his optics onlined, his vision clearing as the voice called his name.
"Jetfire! Jetfire, are you ok?"
His optics focused on Sari's worried face, leaning over him.
"Sari-Girl?" He asked sluggishly, picking her up as he sat up.
A relieved look crossed her features, before she sweatdropped.
"I'm glad you're ok, you hit the ground pretty bad...And the name's Sari."
He looked around, noticing they were now in an abandoned building.
Sari noticed his look and explained. "After you got hit, Bumblebee grabbed you and brought us in here to hopefully buy us some time. We tried getting a message out to the others, but we think one of the Decepticons are jamming our signal." Sari then points towards the entrance of the building, continuing.
"Bumblebee's guarding the entrance, keeping the Decepticons from getting in here."
Jetfire nodded, slowly making his way to the entrance, Sari resting gently in his servos.
Sure enough, when he got there, Bumblebee was standing near the entrance, stingers active. He turned around at the sound of Jetfire walking, smiling at the two.
"Hey Jetfire. Glad to see you're finally awake. Think ya can give me a hand with these guys?" He said, motioning towards outside.
Jetfire nodded and peeked around the corner, nearly collapsing at the sight before him.
"It is being them..." He spoke, barely above a horrified whisper.
Bumblebee and Sari looked at each other, then him in confusion.
"What are you talking about? Who is it, Jetfire?" Sari finally asked.
Jetfire turned to them, wide-optics and slightly shaking.
"It is being them!"
His next words made it all clear.
"They is being the Decepticons who are attacking me and brother in space!"
Sari and Bumblebee gasped, they have to get the news to Optimus!
"Autobots..." Spoke an unfamiliar voice. "We know you are in there. Come out quietly and surrender and we may think about sparing you."
"Not in a million years, Decepticon!" Shouted Bumblebee, causing the 'cons to laugh.
"Tough words for a tiny Autobot, don't you think so?"
Bumblebee gritted his dental plates. Oh how he wanted to go out there and slag all those Decepticons, but he knew he was no match against them. They'd have to sit and wait for backup to arrive...if they even knew what was going on.
"Come out, firebrat, we know you're in there." The silky smooth voice spoke, sending shivers down Jetfire's circuitry. "You remember me...don't you?"
They stole a glance at Jetfire, noticing the disturbed look on his faceplate, and slight anger.
"It's me...your old pall, Dreamweaver..."
Jetfire ground his dental plates in seething anger. It was him, real this time, standing only a few yards from where he sat.
He nearly jumped out of his armor when he felt a hand on him, looking down to find Sari looking up at him worriedly. "It's ok, Jetfire. He's just trying to rile you up and get you to make a mistake."
He looked down at her in confusion for a few moments before a smile spread across his faceplate.
Picking her up, he spoke. "You is being right, Miss Sari. Decepti-creep will not be getting the jumping on us."
Sari giggled. "That's the spirit, Jetfire!"
"Have you found your brother yet?" The silky voice of Dreamweaver spoke, causing everyone to tense, Jetfire especially.
"That's what you're out here doing, am I right?"
He laughed when no answer came. "So it is! I'm right, you are looking for him! Well, let me give you some advice, little firebot...Give up!"
Jetfire narrowed his optics. "I will never be giving up! I will be finding my brother, Decepti-creep!"
Dreamweaver laughed, echoed by the other Decepticons with him.
"On what basis do you believe he can be found, brat? You haven't found him yet, or even picked up on any signals that could even ihint/iat him being online."
Jetfire flinched at this, he was right.
Sari and Bumblebee saw this and she retorted.
"We're not gonna give up! And neither will Jetfire"
Said bot looked up at her in confusion, meeting steely eyes/optics full of determination.
"They is being right!" He shouted, gaining grins from both human and bot. "I is knowing my brother be being out there somewhere and I will be finding him!"
Everyone was silent for a few minutes.
The silence was finally broken by Dreamweaver, he started laughing. After controlling his laughter, he spoke. "Very noble words, little firebot, but you looked over one crucial detail in your little plan...I offlined Jetstorm."
Jetfire froze up as his optics widened greatly. He felt his spark zipping around in his spark chamber as his audio receptors buzzed in and out from his rapidly overworking processor. It couldn't be true, it just couldn't. Dreamweaver had to be lying.
"Don't believe me, do you?" He continued. "Well then, I guess I'll have to show you some proof then...come out here."
Jetfire looked towards the entrance warily. Just what did he mean? Bumblebee and Sari glanced outside as well, what they saw shocking them to the core.
A monster of a 'con stood before an equally burly group of 'cons. His armor was a jet black color, seeming to suck in the light around him. His servos were tipped, much like claws, and his optics seemed to glow like crimson blood. Two pieces stuck out of his back, appearing to look like plane wings. An strange insignia unlike anything they had ever seen stood out like a bright blue beacon on his chassis, appearing to somewhat resemble a Decepticons.
But that wasn't what made them gasp. What was, was the bright blue visor clutched in his servos, only three-fourths of it remaining. A large crack ran from the missing part, straight up through the middle of it, smaller cracks spreading throughout it like small spider webs.
Jetfire could only stare in fear and horror. He'd know those visors anywhere, they were Jetstorm's.
His shock was suddenly overcome by fury. How dare he take Jetstorm's visor. He will pay for what he did. Jetstorm's offlining will not be in vain. Jetfire jumped up and bolted out of the building, hands ablaze as he howls out a battle cry, heading straight for a smirking Dreamweaver.
He threw a fireball straight at him, hoping to burn that smirk off his ugly faceplate. But all Dreamweaver did was swat it away like a harmlessly bug. He didn't expect Jetfire to recklessly plow into him though, sending the two tumbling across the parking lot.
The other bots scattered in different directions, trying not to get zapped by the sudden strikes from Bumblebee and Sari.
As the 'cons started shooting back, Bumblebee's comm. suddenly beeped, meaning someone was trying to contact him.
Bumblebee eagerly opened his comm.
=Bumblebee! Finally, we've rea= Bumblebee cut him off.
=Optimus! You guys gotta get down here now! We need backup!=
=Bumblebee, you're not making any=
=Bossbot! There's no time! They're gonna=
A huge explosion could be heard over the comm. link before Bumblebee's panicked voice screeched through.
=JETFIRE!=
And the comm. link was severed.
Optimus shared a look with the others before turning in the direction of Bumblebee's last signal location.
'Hang on, little Bumblebee. I just hope we're not too late.'
The sight the Autobots came upon resembled a scene from a horror movie. The entire area was in shambles, uprooted trees and power poles were strewn all across the battered pavement. Black, billowing clouds of smoke and flames spewed out of many overturned and totaled vehicles. Parts of the surrounding buildings had collapse inward, as if something or someone had been thrown into it.
Optimus looked around, hoping to find some sign of the mechs or Sari anywhere.
Just before he was about to shout out for one of them, the building across the parking lot from them exploded. Pieces of the building and something else came crashing down, slamming into the ground and bouncing a few times before stilling in the center of the lot.
Optimus and the others stared in horror as the wind finally blew away the dust cloud and revealed what the flying object was...Bumblebee.
"Bumblebee?" He shouted, rushing over with the others.
He kneeled down and turned the small yellow bot over and onto his back, gasping at the severity of the damages.
"Bumblebee? You ok, little buddy?" Bulkhead rasped out worriedly.
Bumblebee groaned and onlined his optics, focusing on the focusing images of his team, Jazz, and Sentinel.
He stared up at them in confusion before his optics widened. "Jetfire! Sari!"
He struggled to get up, groaning as Optimus and Ratchet pushed him back down.
"Easy there, Kid. You're in no shape to be moving anywhere." Ratchet said forcefully, his only response was for Bumblebee to struggle.
"B-But Sari! She's in danger! And Jetfire's been shot down! I gotta go help them!"
Optimus shook his head. "You won't. You're going to stay here while Ratchet fixes you. We'll go and help them." Optimus spoke firmly.
He stood up and looked at the rest of the group, Sentinel taking the hint for once and keeping his mouth shut.
"Transform and Roll Out!"
When they clambered through the mess Bumblebee left, they quickly spotted the downed Jetfire being protected by Sari, and some strange looking Decepticons.
"Autobots, attack!" He shouted, pulling out his ax and rushing into battle, quickly followed by the others.
Although they took them by surprise, the Autobots were quickly pushed back.
They were forced to scatter and find a secure spot to defend themselves.
The only problem was, Jetfire had been blasted a good distance away not a nanosecond after coming back too.
Pinned where they were, they could only watch as the leader 'con, calling himself Dreamweaver, saunter up to the downed bot.
Jetfire groaned as his optics flickered back online.
'What be happening?' He thought sluggishly.
A menacing laugh was his response.
He looked up from his spot laying face up on the lot, tired yellow optics connecting with mirthful red optics.
The gentle wind began to pick up as Dreamweaver's pedal slammed down into Jetfire's chest, earning a grunt and groan from the now winded bot.
"I think we've danced around long enough, Autobrat. Here, you can have this."
He flicks Jetstorm's broken visor down and smacks Jetfire in the face with it, the bot flinching from the impact.
"Although you won't need it where you're going." He finished, pointing his Energon Rifle right in Jetfire's face.
"Say hello to your brother in the Well of Allsparks for me, brat."
Jetfire offlined his optics as the riffle's end began to glow an eerie crimson, unable to watch what he knew would happen next.
At least his last moments could be eased by the strong wind that blew all around him, reminding him of Jetstorm and how he always looked out for and cared for him.
Jetfire onlined his optics after realizing he hadn't been slagged.
'What is being going on?'
He looked up, spotting Dreamweaver collapsed against a nearby building and someone else standing over him, their back to him.
Jetfire looked up at the figure wide-opticed, surprise crossing his face as one word slipped out of his lips.
Phew. Next chapter finished. Sorry it took so long. School really eating up my time. ^.^" Anyways. Looks like the bots got a bit in over their heads. But what's this? Who is this mysterious figure who has saved Jetfire And will he/she be able to help turn the tide in this battle? 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. ^.^