Static Chapter Six
The anticipating crowd of mechs stood with scratches and dents and scrapes on their battle-worn armour staring, completely baffled, at the Sparklings as though they had never seen one before. They couldn't believe their optics; this was what had become of their leaders? How could two Sparklings possibly lead the Autobots and Decepticons? More importantly to some though, how were they going to change them back to normal?
"What. The. FRAG?" yelled Bluestreak, startling their sparkling leaders. This was promptly followed by Prowl hitting the ground; his CPU fried for it was filled with the fact that this event was simply illogical. With that, the CMO and the Decepticon TIC, followed by the other warriors and sharpshooters, all-too-calmly walked into the Ark towards the med bay. Jazz hoisted his mate to his pedes and trailed inside after the medic, Decepticon TIC and bewildered warriors.
Not one of them knew how their ADULT leaders had suddenly been turned into SPARKLINGS by an explosion because explosions happened all the time during battle and yet this time it felt and looked wrong.
Several hours later and Ratchet, Soundwave, Hook, Perceptor and Wheeljack were still in the Medbay trying to figure out how this entire mishap was possible. In the mean time, amazingly no fights broke out, all the Autobots and Decepticons were waiting it out in the Rec. Room. Starscream was talking in a low voice to the Conehead trine and the rest of the Seeker trine about what should be done, Prowl and Red Alert were threatening to fritz again and the rest of the crew of both the Ark and the Nemesis were sat or stood quietly with anxious, frightened or concerned looks plastered across their faceplates.
It felt like forever until Perceptor and Hook came in with what the 'Bots and 'Cons hoped was good news. It wasn't.
"Um, guys could we have your attention for a minute?" the Seeker and Conehead trines stopped their heated debate as well as the Minibots and Cassetticons.
"Ratchet has ordered that you all keep the noise down and -" Perceptor was cut short by an irritated Hook.
"Look, will the following just get their afts to the Medbay now:" a relatively long list of mechs' names were read out,
"Prowl, Jazz, the Seekers, and Ironhide. But you ALL, Starscream" Hook said the Seeker's name rather pointedly,"MUST keep your voices low and your behaviour decent. If Optimus and Megatron see unpleasant behaviour and unpleasant words and if their processors are that of a Sparkling's, then it could have long-term effects on what they say, think or act," Hook then added, "Starscream" accusingly.
The baffled bots then proceeded to the Medbay to await whatever horrors lay there, waiting in the gloom to engulf their chassis'.
(Optimus' POV)
It was actually rather frightening to be stuck in a room where there were at least five bots talking about me and Megatron, prodding us to see how we reacted and trying to communicate with us. More than once did Megatron kick or prod back at the mech to see how he liked it. That earnt him a glare. I recognised a few of the faces of the bots but I couldn't remember their names. Suddenly two of them walked out of the room and came back a few kliks later with six new bots. Three of them had large wings like a jet's, one was red, another had doorwings on his back and the last one had a strange visor over his optics. I didn't like the look of the three 'Seekers' as they were called, the red and blue and white one especially.
Megatron didn't like the other three however I felt like I knew them and could trust them. But I didn't even know them! This whole fiasco was beginning to freak me out but when the white robot beckoned the red one over I felt like I was home and that they were my Creators even though I knew subconsciously they weren't. Then, the red mech picked me up and cradled me in his large arms like he had done it before. Then the one of the Seekers, the red and white and blue one, came over and picked up Megatron and cradled him too but not as professionally as the one cradling me.
Time passed and I was still being cradled whilst the white robot called Ratchet debriefed the other five new bots on something that must have been important telling from the speed and tension of their speech and body actions. I could feel my optics going dim and my systems shutting down into recharge, suddenly a bottle of Energon was offered to me and I gladly accepted the warm fluid into my systems and Megatron did the same.
Before I slipped completely into recharge I managed to learn a few of the bots' names. The purple and black Seeker was called Skywarp; the blue Seeker was Thundercracker; the red and white and blue Seeker was Starscream; the one with the doorwings was Prowl; the one with the visor was Jazz; the one cradling me was Ironhide; the white "version" of Ironhide was Ratchet; the purple and green one was Hook; the red one with a thingy mounted on his shoulder was Perceptor; the blue one also had a thingy mounted on his shoulder was Soundwave and the one with the "fins" on the side of his helm was Wheeljack. He supposedly started all this, whatever 'all this' was.
But despite this, I couldn't help feeling like I had forgotten something, something important to me. It bothered me and I began to think about it. What could it be? I was so annoyed with myself that I couldn't remember but soon I remembered a word. A name. It was floating around my processor but it didn't help me remember. What was the name again? Oh yeah but at the time it didn't mean much to me. The name was Static.
Then a violent quarrel broke out between Ratchet and Soundwave, with Wheeljack caught in the middle. They nearly started wrestling with each other and Ratchet threw a few wrenches at Soundwave's helm but Soundwave neatly ducked to avoid them. Soon Prowl, Hook and Jazz managed to seperate the brawling mechs and Megatron and I were taken into a little room just off from the Medbay. It was then that I slipped into a heavy recharge dreaming about beautiful sights on the planet we were on, only for it to be stopped by a massive explosion where, in the dream, I knew no more.