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The red Fledgling kept running, intent on getting far away from the crazy old bar tender as possible.
What had he done wrong? Why did the old mech freak on him like that? Was it really that bad for him to be in the bar? Sure he was underage but the way he had been booted out onto the street seemed harsh.
And it was just because he had a twin brother.
Speaking of which the farther he ran from the old bar, the more acutely he could feel his brother's energy field, only this time it was really him. And that's when he saw him.
A dull glimmer of gold shimmered off in the distance and the Red Fledgling recognized it at once.
A handsome face identical to his, a body form similar enough as well only gold with complimentary accents of black here and there, the same exact shade of violet blue optics that held a pleasant light behind them, and a black helm with fin like protrusions on both sides that framed his face perfectly.
His twin.
The other stood where he was with a knowing expression on his attractive face as the red one caught up to him. He had sensed the other coming and had waited patiently for him to arrive.
The red one halted in front of his brother. Neither spoke a word. They simply smiled and enjoyed the others presence.
Until the gold one smacked the red one upside the head.
"OW! What the hell was that for you fragger?!"
"For being an idiot," Yellow hissed out slowly.
"Like a bunch of seekers attacking us and us getting separated was my fault." The red fledgling grumbled, rubbing the sore spot on his face.
The gold one glared but then his ornery look melted into one of relief. The red twin caught on and smiled as well.
"There ya are!" A new figure skidded onto the scene. "Sweet Primus! This city was a bitch to solve! I never would've found yous two if we never installed those tracker chips in ya!"
The twins snapped their heads in the newcomer's direction.
She was a dark red and silver femmebot who was a bit sturdier built then your average femme. If it wasn't for her sleeker thighs, slimmer waist, and delicate face one could mistake her for a mech. Her red helmet had two metal fin protrusions giving the effect of high pigtails and her light blue optics were hidden behind a visor.
"Vibes?" The gold one spoke.
"Where dijya two go! I was worried sick! Yous were supposed ta stay wit' me, recall?" she scolded the fledglings. They both smiled but the red fledgling's optics widened.
"Vibes! Your side!" he pointed in concern.
The femme's right side panel had been torn off and was leaking profusely. She looked down as if just noticing it.
She and the other overseers had been severely outnumbered by the Cons. She was lucky to have gotten out alive at all.
"Hey, no worries, Red." She grinned and covered the wound with one of her hands. "It's just a scratch. I'm fine. But ya don't need ta worry 'bout an old femme like me. We've gotta get you Fledglins to somewhere safer then here. Can't let those nasty cons get a holda you two like they did the others. I won't let them."
She was so relieved to have found them both in one piece. She knew the Decepticons had been trolling around the city looking for them along with any of the other Fledglings they were transporting to Iacon, but since they were in a neutral zone she couldn't tell who was an enemy or a neutral. That made things all the more dangerous.
The twins shared a look of uncertainty and then looked to the femme. "Vibes, what is going on?"
"Follow me and I'll explain things. Keep up though." She began walking briskly and the twins followed close behind. Even though the two were much, much younger they were both taller then the red femme and could keep up easily.
"What's going on, Vibes? I thought we were just moving to a new facility in Iacon," The Gold one asked in confusion.
"We was but the 'Cons are tryin' ta go after yous and the other youngins now. Get um dead before they get old enough ta shoot a gun. And you two are real special." as she walked she reached up cupped the golden ones cheek lovingly as a mother would and continued, "Because ya both are real fighters. Real warriors commissioned for this war. Unlike the rest of us labor bots in warrior's armor. Ya both were built for the fight."
"They're after us?" Red asked, puzzled.
"Yessum. Those nasty cons are after yous. They knew we was gonna move ya and the other eight. Caught us unsuspecting. Never would've guessed they'd attack in a neutral zone. Shoulda known those underhanded glitches would kick us below the belt." Her pace sped up slightly.
The twins thought back to the chaos earlier. They had been in a carrier with eight other fledglings. The twins had been playing a game of craters and carnage when suddenly the carrier was violently shoved and flipped on its side. After much confusion the Fledglings inside were able to get out.
There was yelling and chaos. Tremors, lights and smoke engulfed the area around them. The overseers began panicking and yelling, pulling and shoving the young bots around. And when the smoke had cleared neither of the twins knew where they were or where the other was.
"Where are the others?" Gold questioned curiously.
With out missing a beat Vibes answered, "Pro'lly all dead. The seekers got most of um anyway."
"Oh." Neither of the twins reacted much and the femme expected they wouldn't. Those two never got close to anyone at the facility. In fact they just about loathed everyone there.
Every one except her anyways. She had treated the twins with kindness since their first day sparked. Even if they never opened up entirely to her, and even though she never really was let into their special world of 'only us', she knew that just being accepted by the twins was a monumental status and was happy for just that.
They had grown on her. They really had. There was something special about the two. She could feel it.
But she knew there was something bad about them as well. What it was she couldn't fathom. What could possibly be wrong with innocent Fledglings, ones too young to grasp the concept of good and evil?
Regardless, when ever she was around them there was that sinking feeling; an extra bit of trepidation so she was slightly cautious when in their presences.
Perhaps it was because of what they were built to be.
Perfect, cold-blooded warriors, that's what they would become. At least that's what she told herself, but for some reason she could not convince herself that that was the reason she got the chills around them some times.
"Your creators tol' me ta go after yous two and bring ya both to them, but that'll be your deaths. No, I gotta get ya both to some where safer. I need ta get ya ta Magnus an' Ironhide. They caught my distress signals and're in the area."
The twin's faces brightened at the news. They wouldn't have to go back to their creators...
Vibes quickened her step slightly again.
The fins on her head were not just for decoration. They were abnormally sensitive audio receivers. Most sounds mechs heard that they just shrugged off as white noise she could hear perfectly and lucidly clear.
And in the distance she caught the faint but unique sound of seeker engines. They were closing in their position.
"I don't want ya both to panic but the seekers are on our tail. Take a left here." She took a sharp turn and began pulling something out of subspace, a rifle.
The twins spared glances over their shoulders. Off in the distance several tetrajets were arriving at high speeds. The Decepticons would be upon them in less then moments.
"Dun worry about it ya two. I always keep ta my word. Those nasty Decepticons won't lay a finger on either of ya. Get behind me." The twins did what she said.
The twins were warriors. They, in the breif time they had been alive, had already started their harsh training. But they weren't ready to fight. They still had their childlike mentallities and even though they were advancing much faster in their combat training then the average mech they wouldn't last a breem against the Decepticon forces.
The Decepticons who were all warriors.
"Ya both were supposed to get your names when we got ta Iacon. I dunno know if thas gonna happen now though." Vibes shoved ammo into the cartridge of her gun as she backed up. The twins backed hesitantly behind her.
"Vibes," the Red one had a painfilled tone. Not for himself though. It was for the femme. As if he could sense what she was about to do.
"So how would'ya like it if I named you both?" Her optics sparkled beneath her visor. The twins gave her weak smiles, but they faded when the femme cocked her rifle.
Vibes already knew what names they were going to receive when they got to Iacon and decided to completely ignore them, just to spite the twins head creators. She never liked those fraggers and naming the brothers herself was one last way to take a shot at them.
"I had two wonderful friends back in the ol' days before the fightin' got real bad... One a them was Sunrunner." A fond smile played across her lips but her back was turned to the twins and they couldn't see it. "He reminded me of ya, Gold. He was a pretty boy and one-a the only flyers we Autobots had. What a sweet sweet kid 'e was even if 'is ego was bigger then Cybertron. Flyers tend ta be that way."
The gold one didn't know if he should've been flattered or insulted.
"Sunstreaker." She spoke confidentally with her choice, "That'll be your name."
She then set her attentions to the red one.
"And you, Crimson... I had a bud back on Cybertron. He was a punk speedster like ya and 'e had one helluva sense of humor. His one lil quirk was 'is obsession wit' red vehicles ironically enough. Thas how we met ya know. He digged my red armor but after me rejectin' 'im enough he gave up an we became good friends. He woulda liked you." She paused. "So le's call ya Sideswipe."
"Sunstreaker?" Sideswipe asked looking at his brother.
"Sideswipe." Sunstreaker answered back.
"Now both of you get!" She fired hiting one of the appraoching tetrajets. Her blast clipped it's wing and it lost control and crashed into the seeker next to it. "Get as far away from here as you can!"
Sunstreaker and Sideswipe just stood there.
"I SAID MOVE!"
The two hesitantly broke into a run. And the femme began firing at the seekers.
She was able tosnipe two of them before they landed and attacked.
She was outnumbered 12 to one. It didn't seem like she was going to get out of this one.
She backed up with her gun raised high as they circled her. One of them, a grey and black standard designed seeker who had headed the formation, raised both hands and walked toward her with seemingly peaceful intentions.
"Autobot femme! Lay down you're weapons and surrender! We have no interests in you." The seeker's tone was serious, and strangely honest considering it was a Decepticon speaking.
Vibes snapped off a clean shot hitting the seeker in the throat. He gurgled and toppled over. "You ain't never gonna get those youngins, and the only time you'll see um is when they're old enough to beat the slag outa ya'll!"
Before the green seeker ever hit the ground the other flyers began firing at her. Her armor was decimated under the heavy artillerly, and she was forced to drop to her knees .
"Give it up, Autowench! How about we rip those fins off your head and shove him into your vocal processors!" One of them sneered. "There is no way you can take us all on. Surrender!"
"Tha's true I suppose." She smiled, energon bubbling from her lips and various wounds. "But I can't just go up and surrender. It's just like I always told ya my lil' Jazzypop: if ya don't do it wit' style, dun bother doin' it at all." She weakly removed the panels that covered her wrists revealing not only the wiring but also tiny blue orbs that were inbedded there. She reached and touched both of the bead like objects lightly with her fingertips causing them to glow.
"Have you had enough femme?!" One of the seekers called out.
Vibes turned slowly lifted her self so she was sitting on her haunches. She rested her forearms on her legs so that her palms were facing up. From each of her wrists there was a sparkle of blue light.
She gave a bright, joyful grin, opened her outh and said, "Self destruct sequence initiated."
And then there was just light.
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In the distance a small band of autobots looked up when they saw smoke plumes lift into the air and debris clatter around them. It was raining armor shards and seeker components.
They had been tracing the signal of one of there own. But the signal cut off and simply disapeared.
"Please dun tell me that was what I think it was," Ironhide groaned.
Not moments after he said that a transparent blue object came sailing out of the sky landing with a clatter at their feat.
It was a crystal blue visor. There were small hairline cracks running through part of it but the damage would be repairable. Unlike it's owner.
Ironhide walked resolutely in front of the group of Autobots and picked up the visor sadly.
"Autobot Ironhide to Prowl." He activated his comline.
"What is it Ironhide?"
"I have some bad news yer gonna have to tell Jazz."
"...What?"
"I think his creator, Vibes, just has just been killed in action."
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Even farther off in the distance the twins stopped running long enough to listen to the exsplosion that sounded off.
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From his bar Maccadam had heard the reverbration of the explosion but he had higher concerns.
Sending Pulsewave.
Pulswave receiving...
"Vector Prime. This is Maccadum. Do you copy?"
"Maccadum?"
"Look, I have some bad news-"
"I know! It is already happening..." silence.
"Vector?"
"Just hang on- No, Not another. I can not keep up with this!"
"What's going on?"
"The strings of time are unraveling! The binds on the individuals of each demensions are loosening. Things that should never come into contact are crossing with eachother!"
"I have no idea what the hell you just said."
"It is the realities! The realities are collapsing on each other! Holes are being created in the walls that separate the dimensions and things that should not ever come together are leaking through the holes! I am doing my best to repair the tears in space and time but everything is happening too fast. I can not keep up."
Groan. "Damn, I'm sorry Vector. I didn't act quick enough to get the twin brat out."
"Do not be. This folly was not your doing at all. This is all an unavoidable incident that would occur sooner or later. We knew this would happen. If anything you prevented this from happening for a while longer."
"It would have been nice if we could've prevented the damn thing completely."
"I agree with your sentiments entirely. However we could not and we must deal with this as best we can. The source of these rips are in your dimension but in your time they do not occur until far off in the future. I am repairing what I can. Liege Maximo is helping me with some of the damage but his help only goes so far."
"LIEGE!? What the hell are you doing working with that nameless, greasy FRAGGER! Do you remember what he did to Primon and Prima!?"
"Maccadam, I understand your concern but Leige is as much one of us as the others. He is needed to complete the balance. Good can not exist without evil. That is the law of existance: chaos and order. You know this Maccadum."
"Doesn't mean I have to like the green bastard any."
"He knows his duty as one of the original made by Primus. Your concerns are unesesarry."
"I still hate him. Are any of the others helping with dimensional repair?"
"I sent Breakaway back into the past 4.4 billion years on the planet where the problems began. He is trying to alleviate some of the damage at the source, but he has run into some complications..."
"Wow. That was awfully Jerkish of you to do. You know he can't sit still for more then a breem without getting stir crazy. Are you still pissed at him because he-"
"Now is not the time to revisist old qualms. We have to work fast or reallity as we know it will be destroyed by the Harbringer of Destruction."
"Well shoot. Unicron is finally on the move and it seems like he means business this time. Instead of one dimension at a time he's trying to destroy everything at once."
"Not only that but his heralds will be a problem no doubt."
"You mean the Fallen?"
"Not just Fallen. There are two others who are much more of a concern. And I'm afraid one of them, a clone and that is all I know about this partcular being, is on the move right now."
"Well ain't that just wonderful. What are we going to do now?"
"I do not know."
"That helps a load."
"You have come into contact with one of the twins. They, much like us, are multiversal singularities and only exist in one place and one dimension at a time. Due to the laws of Space and Time I am not allow to reveal the exact past or the exact future of any dimensison, but I can bend the rules just slightly by giving you a time frame in whence things shall occur. Maccadum, you have little over four and a five and a half million years before any of this begins in your dimension. You have time to prepare to give us the upper hand. Do with this information what you will."
"Joy. I'm in charge of the brats now."
"You, Maccadam, are the keeper of the living. You do your job well. These events are part of the reason we were created."
"And also the reason I tried to retire."
"Alpha Trion is in your dimension as well. He will be a great aide if you simply call upon him."
"Last time that moocher was here he drank all my booze."
"I have to go. The rips are getting worse. Things are beginning to fall through into the rift's source. I bid you good luck and pray that the One is on our side. Remember, Maccadam. 'Til all are one."
Transmission ended.
"Yeah. 'Til all are one old friend." Maccadum whispered sadly. "So I have 5.5 million years to act." He looked up. His gaze drifted over his bar. "Stupid brat. Stupid twin brat. Primus... Primus! What were you thinking?"
Maccadum grabbed one of his stronger brews, Praxus brand energon, from under his counter and slumped to the floor. He cracked the lid off with his dental plates and chugged down a good half of the stinging orange liquid. His green optics flashed brightly with the breif charge.
"What was it I heard you say one time, Vector?" Maccadam tilted his head back and let it rest on the wall behind him. He let both of his arms rest on his knees. "Right. It was, quote, 'We are the 13, the first, the forgotten, each of us serving a function vital to the survival of the universe. Each of us designated a Prime and given a function to serve during the long march of infinity.' What a load that is. Four of us are already dead and another one of us decided to abandon Primus for the enemy." Maccadam drank from his bottle and downed the rest of the tart energon.
When the multiverses were at stake 5.5 million years were not a long time.
Not a long time at all.
Maccadam sighed.
"I hate my job."
And 5.5 million years came and went eventually
And things began at a small insignificant blue planet: Earth.
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