Please don't kill me.
Yes, I know it's a week late, I'm so sorry!
I got pretty lazy and didn't start writing it until Monday last week and it took me all week to churn this out!
I worked hard though and I'm pretty satisfied with it!
This was 11 sheets of notebook paper front and back!
Anyway, enjoy!
I do no own Transformers, Hasbro and those other companies do!
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Of course it wasn't going to be easy. It was never that easy. Although it might have been nice if it wasn't going to be this hard.
Blurr was able to identify Shockwave instantly and it wasn't because he was the Head of the Intelligence division. It was because this 'Con was Megatron's replacement and, in a sense, he was worse than Megatron.
Shockwave's cruelty was caused by logic, while Megatron's was shrouded in emotion. The difference led to far more Autobot deaths.
Staring into that single, unwavering crimson optic sparked a trickle of fear in Blurr's processor. 'Why is he here?' he wondered. 'And how does he know about this planet? Are there more Decepticons here?' It was then that he remembered Red Alert's warning. The Head of Security hadn't promised Blurr's arrival would go unseen. He'd only promised that he would try, and he'd obviously failed.
"Why are you here?!" Jetfire snarled suddenly. The Aerial bot looked poised for a fight. His hands were clenched tightly at his sides. His left arm was twitching in segments, making it obvious that he was controlling his urge to reveal his arm cannon.
"Don't even bother," Shockwave replied, flicking his hand toward the freshly dug up snow. "We all came here for the same reason, so don't try to play dumb." The cold monotone voice held only a touch of annoyance.
"How-did-you-get-past-our-sensors?" Blurr asked quickly. Jetfire let out a low growl as he spoke, obviously not happy with Shockwave's response.
"That is not important at this time, is it?" Shockwave relied.
"You little bastard." Jetfire suddenly growled. "If you touched Optimus, I swear I'll-"
"Your leader is none of my concern." Shockwave interrupted him. "As of now, my only priority is our fallen leader. As I'm sure securing your leader is your only order." When the Autobots remained silent for several moments, he continued. "As I thought, your pathetic council doesn't have the courage to order Megatron's destruction."
"I don't need an order to destroy what's left of him!" Jetfire snapped.
Blurr noted that it was getting dangerous. Jetfire was usually able to hold his temper in a situation, but with Optimus's confirmed death and Shockwave's taunting, it was causing him to lose it. Soon, it could turn worse for them.
"No you don't." Shockwave agreed. "But the question is: Could you get through me to do it?" One of his arms swept to the side, indicating the dug up snow.
Blurr focused on the spot and discovered that it was where the signal was coming from. Somewhere under that snow lay the two leaders. He hoped. With Optimus's spark gone, the signal was more likely coming from Megatron's body. Technically, Optimus could be anywhere,
Blurr felt a hand on his foot and looked down. Dena stood there, eyes on Shockwave, a fierce look spread over her face. She had her other hand resting on the pouch that held her small gun, That told him everything he needed to know. She intended to fight, but he didn't intend to let her.
Reaching down, Blurr scooped the female into his hand and lifted her before she had much of a chance to struggle. Of course, when she realized what was going on, she tried to sit up and jump out of his grip. Blurr only closed his fingers over her.
"What are you doing?!" she hissed at him, trying unsuccessfully to pull his fingers open.
"You-aren't-going-to-fight-him." Blurr replied, his voice low. As it was Shockwave was already watching them, which was always creepy. One red optic staring at you emotionlessly wasn't exactly comforting.
"Why not?!" she asked him.
Blurr made no reply, only set her down on a rock in the side of the mountain. From it, there was no clear way to climb down and it was too high to jump safely. She was stuck, or at least he hoped she was. "Just-stay." he instructed her. A glance at Gabriel showed him that the other human wouldn't be any trouble. The black-haired male stood just behind Jetfire's leg, mostly out of Shockwave's view.
"Don't tempt me." Jetfire said in answer to Shockwave's challenge. The Aerial Bot's arm began to shift and change at that, the cannon powering up before it was even fully formed.
Shockwave merely gave a nonchalant wave of his hand as if there was utterly no threat to him at all at that time. Then he made the mistake of turning and moving to the half-dug up hole.
Jetfire let off a blast from his cannon before Blurr had any chance to stop him and for a second, he almost thought that the shot might actually cripple the Decepticon.
Jetfire was a decent shot, not the best, but he could hit a nonmoving target from 50 yards away with deadly accuracy. In this case, Shockwave was that target.
Blurr watched, his optics following the shot, time seeming to slow as it sped by. Shockwave's single optic followed it as well, at first, his body not moving from it. Than, at what seemed the last possible moment, he jerked to the side. The cannon fire embedded itself into the rock where Shockwave's chest-plate had previously been.
"Slag it." Jetfire cursed quietly, obviously hoping he had hit the 'Con.
But it was far from over.
Shockwave, now dusted with snow from the initial shot, retaliated. His own guns, which Blurr recognized as rearranged jet engines mounted on his arms, began to power on. Just as quickly, shots were fired at both 'bots.
Blurr reacted before he realized what was happening, his natural speed and reflexes clearing him from the path of danger.
Jetfire, on the other hand, performed a similar maneuver, but with far less grace. The Aerial Bot ended up jumping out of the way and landing with his face in the snow.
Shockwave, using the advantage of his distance and twin guns to continue his assault and fire off round after round at the momentarily confused Autobots.
Blurr took only a moment to check on Jetfire and Gabriel's status. The human had run for cover, thankfully knowing he would only be in the way. Jetfire had somehow managed to stand up in an instant, but was having difficulty dodging with his big, bulky body. Already there was a scorch mark on his left wing from where the cannon fire had skimmed the metal surface.
Blurr took the opportunity now to flip the wheels on his ankles down so that he stood raised slightly on them, his feet now resembling roller skates. Angling himself forward, he shot off in his wheels so fast toward Shockwave that the Decepticon had almost no time at all to react. Pushing off of his feet, the small intel bot was airborne.
As it was, Shockwave was more than three times as tall as Blurr, but with the extra speed, he managed to get to the needed height.
The blue Autobot slammed into Shockwave's chest. The force made the 'Con stagger back half a step. That wasn't Blurr's plan though. His arm shifting into a cannon, weak as it was since he was built for speed rather than front-line battle, he pointed it directly at Shockwave's chest. He planned to blast the 'Con's spark clear out of his chest.
As fast as he was, he never got the chance. Shockwave easily overpowered him, throwing him towards the side of the mountain. Blurr took the shot anyway, missing his spark by a long shot. The small blast instead hit Shockwave in the shoulder just as Blurr made contact with the cliff-face.
Ignoring the pain of the new dents and scratches littering his aft, he pushed off of his crash site instantaneously, hoping to at least distract Shockwave long enough for Jetfire to get a good shot in.
Unfortunately, the shot had caused only minimal damage and Shockwave batted off the blue bot just as easily as the first time.
"DAMNIT BLURR!" Dena screamed from the area behind him. A few gunshots followed after, the bullets bouncing off of Shockwave's armor with several soft pings.
Blurr might have laughed if not for the pain in his back, the severity of the situation, and the fact that it actually seemed to be working. While the bullets weren't damaging Shockwave, they seemed to be distracting him momentarily.
In the next few moments, Jetfire managed to rush forward and slam into the distracted Decepticon leader. Now, the Aerial Bot was able to knock him over, as Jetfire was several feet taller and a little wider than the 'Con, unlike Blurr.
Shockwave slammed into the rock-face with an audible crunch of metal. For several moments they stayed like that, Jetfire easily keeping the 'Con pinned with his superior strength. The problem was: Shockwave wasn't a leader for his strength. It had always been his intellect.
A blast rang out over the makeshift battle field as Blurr watched Jetfire collapse off of Shockwave. The Aerial Bot hit the snow, sliding several feet downhill and leaving a small trail of burnt metal parts in his wake.
Jetfire's following scream was more due to outrage, rather than pain.
"THAT WAS MY SLAGGING LEG YOU GLITCH!" Jetfire screeched at the Decepticon.
Blurr should have felt relief that it was only Jetfire's leg that had been damaged. If Shockwave's cannon had been pinned against his chest, rather than his side, it would be more than the Autobot's lower leg that was shattered to the frame.
Shockwave made no reply to Jetfire's angered shout. Instead, his cannon started to power up again.
Both Blurr and Jetfire reacted at the same time. Three Autobot cannons were quickly powered on and pointed at the 'Con.
"I suggest you power down your weapons. "Shockwave suddenly ordered, his own weapon swinging around to point to the ground next to him.
Jetfire let out a snort of disbelief. Blurr almost did the same until he actually looked. Shockwave wasn't just pointing at snow.
During the two larger bot's struggle, they much have shaken some rocks loose. Now, where there was once only dug up snow, there was now a hole. A rather large hole.
Visible only to Blurr and Shockwave at this angle, there was a blue piece of metal showing through the hole from the cavern. A leg. A blue leg.
Blurr immediately powered down his weapon and let it shift back into his arm. "Jetfire-do-what-he-says." Blurr ordered, his eyes trained on the blue piece of mech.
"Are your circuits on the fritz?!" Jetfire snapped at him. "Why in the name of the All Spark would I do that?!"
"DO-IT!"
Jetfire looked startled by the bot's furious response. A moment more and he uncertainly obeyed, powering down his cannons and sitting up finally from the place he'd fallen.
"Now that we can agree to be civilized again..." Shockwave quipped, ignoring the glare that Jetfire shot him. "I suggest a temporary truce."
"On-what-terms?" Blurr asked quickly while Jetfire gaped behind him.
"Fighting here could lead to the destruction of both leaders." Shockwave stated. "The terms are simple. We refrain from slagging each other at this location. A neutral zone if you will."
"As-the-highest-ranked-Autobot-present-I-accept-your-terms." Blurr replied before Jetfire could argue. With a neutral zone they could accomplish their orders of retrieving Optimus's body safely.
"He's not going to keep his word!" Jetfire argued.
"What reason do I have for going back on a truce that I benefit from?" Shockwave replied, fixing his eye on the bot.
"Why don't you tell me?!" Jetfire snapped back.
"Insolent little Autobot..." Shockwave grumbled to himself, obviously holding back the urge to smack his face into his hand. "As you may know, but obviously fail to acknowledge, the Decepticon forces have been missing their rightful leader for 500 solar cycles. Just as long as you have been without Prime. Seeing as my Lord Megatron happens to be resting on this site, possibly in line with enemy cannon fire, the only logical thing to do is call a truce. Can you wrap your processor around that or should I further downgrade it for your outdated programming?" he sneered.
"Fragging Decepticon." Jetfire shot back quietly.
"Oh be quiet, he's right you know."
Blurr snapped his optics on the source of the female voice. Dena was jogging over toward Jetfire, though there was a slight limp to her step.
"Dena-how-did-you-get-down?!"
"I slid." she replied simply, shooting him a half glare, probably for putting her there in the first place.
"You should probably stop moving so we can grab a first aid kit." Gabriel added, coming out of his hiding place and eyeing Jetfire and Dena in worry.
Blurr took a closer look at Dena's leg and discovered what he meant. The backs of the girl's legs were ripped and shredded from the jagged rocks. In most areas, only the upper layers of the pants were ripped, but in a few places, her skin could be seen. On her right leg, the one she was limping on, there was a slash on her calf that was leaking a red liquid. "Your-bleeding!" Blurr exclaimed, dumbfounded.
"I'm fine, it's just a shallow cut." she dismissed, making her way down to Jetfire's injured leg. "Can you still move the cylinders right here?" she asked the Aerial Bot, pointing to one of the few remaining mechanisms on the destroyed leg.
Jetfire eyed her uncertainly, but wiggled the injured leg a bit. "I think my ankle is disconnected."
Blurr watched as Dena nodded and started fiddling with the frayed wires on the Autobot's leg. "What-are-you-doing?" he asked her.
"I told you I'm an airplane technician." she reminded him. "I might be able to get his leg at least partially functional again." She began touching wires together, occasionally making them spark. "Tell me if you feel anything."
Blurr turned his optics to Shockwave again after seeing Jetfire nod in response. The Decepticon hadn't moved at all, he was just staring at them with that one red optic. What was he doing?
"I would think that if I entered the cavern before you, it might cause... Tensions, shall we say?" The 'Con said, noticing the look that Blurr gave him.
"SLAG! That hurt!"
All optics and eyes turned on the Aerial Autobot.
"Well, I found the wire connecting to the sensors in his legs." Dena noted, disconnecting the two wires, allowing Jetfire to cease his string of now Cybertronian curses.
"Doesn't he need those for balance then?" Gabriel asked.
"Not worth it!" Jetfire grunted, pressing his fingers tenderly over his leg where the damage began.
"All we really need is to get the joints in his ankle to stiffen so he can at least stand." Dena clarified, looking down at a bundle of wires in her hand. "Wait! That's it!" she cried suddenly, snapping her fingers.
Jetfire gave her a wary look as she limped toward what was left of his foot before shoving her arms into the frame.
"There should be a way to lock the joint manually." She explained. "I may not know how you guys function, but a lock should be necessary, even on you."
Blurr moved closer, surprised at how fast the young human was adapting to Jetfire's system's and although she wasn't nearly as good as Ratchet, she certainly seemed to have his bedside manner.
About ten minutes later, things had been mostly sorted out. Jetfire's ankle joint had been locked, allowing him to stand and limp, though it caused him quite a bit of pain. Dena had allowed the gash in her leg to be bandaged as well and although she claimed it had been shallow, Gabriel knew it would need several stitches when they got back to civilization. Blurr had stayed calm and waited for them, helping whenever he could. As for Shockwave, the 'Con had mostly stood eerily still and watched them.
"Can we get on with it now? I'm tired of seeing him watch us like that." Jetfire grumbled to Blurr.
The Intel bot looked at Shockwave, approaching him at a slow pace, a normal speed for most bots. "Who-goes-first?"
"By this situation... You, then me, then the other Autobot." Shockwave stated.
Jetfire looked like he was about to protest, but Blurr cut him off. "Sound-fair-enough."
Gabriel understood Jetfire's mistrust, but he agreed with Blurr. It seemed unlikely that the large 'Con would betray them. As he'd stated before, it wasn't in his best interest. Shockwave, by allowing Blurr to go first, also seemed to understand the difference in this situation between trust and self-interest.
"Fine." Jetfire grumbled, although no one seemed to notice.
Blurr made his way over to the cavern entrance and peered inside. "I-see-them!" he announced before slipping inside.
Shockwave followed shortly after, ducking his head to fit through the fairly large opening.
"Better not try anything..." Jetfire grumbled, limping off after the 'Con. At the cavern entrance, her paused and glanced back at the two humans just standing there. "Well come on." he grunted. "You both should probably come see this."
Gabriel gave a short nod before moving over to help Dena limp over to the opening. The tall girl merely waved him off and continued off on her own.
When Jetfire ducked his head to clear the cavern entrance, Gabriel walked around his leg to peer inside. The sight that met his gaze froze him at the entrance.
Shockwave stood at his full height over a large silver mech, the cavern itself being taller than the entrance because of the ice and snow around the crater.
The silver mech, whom he assumed was Megatron, lay on his side in a dented heap, covered in rocky debris. The only real damage he seemed to have were the dents and scrapes from his crash. It was only when Shockwave bent down and turned the leader's head, did he notice the missing optic. The area where it had been ripped out contained energy dead, frayed wires. The other optic remained completely blank.
It was really the other mech though, that left him speechless.
Already, Blurr knelt by his leader's torso, his own optics resting on the empty hole in his chest.
The once proud leader now almost resembled a child's toy. His mangled limbs were strewn haphazardly out from his body. One arm looked like it was only connected by a single rubber tube. His face was viciously dented, his jaw hanging slack to one side and his optics staring blankly into nothingness. To Gabriel's untrained eyes, the blue and red Autobot looked unfixable, even if he'd still had a spark.
"Do you still have the spark chamber?" Dena suddenly asked Blurr.
"Yes-but-its-not-like-putting-it-back-in-will-do-anything." The blue bot said quietly.
"Just put it back in." she commanded him in gentle tone.
"It's not going to bring him back."Jetfire growled at her.
"I know that." Dena said, not looking at the Aerial Bot. "But, I don't like this. A proud warrior shouldn't be without something this important."
Bot Autobots seemed to still at this, understanding her words.
Blurr opened a compartment in his shoulder, letting a round black object roll out and into his palm. Gabriel recognized it as the Spark Chamber.
"I want to reattach it as best as I can." she added.
Blurr nodded slightly and placed the chamber back in his leader's empty chest, rearranging it to fit. Then he gently scooped Dena up and set her where she could work on him.
Gabriel watched her for several moments, but seeing as none of the wires that she was twining together made sense to him, he turned his eyes on Jetfire instead.
"I'm sorry."
"None of this is your fault Gabriel. It all happened long before you were created." The Autobot said.
"I'm sorry that it happened." Gabriel sighed. Jetfire looked down at him, his face shifting to one of grief.
"Thank you..."
"I think that's the most I can do." Dena sighed after a minute, at the exact moment that Gabriel was pushed forward and into the ground.
Something had shoved him. "What was th-?" he started to say. Then his backpack started moving, trying to push forward again.
"The Matrix!" Gabriel cursed to himself, sitting up and pulling his backpack off of his shoulders.
At the same moment, the zipper was ripped open and the Matrix flew out, skidding across the rocky ground toward Optimus's corpse.
"What are you doing?!" Jetfire hissed, staring in horror.
Gabriel managed to snag the now glowing object and trap it under his chest, even as it continued to try to pull away from him. "It's not me!" Gabriel objected. "It's doing it on it's own!"
"The-Matrix!" Blurr exclaimed in awe, the blue bot now taking in the scene.
"What is it?!" Dena chimed in.
Gabriel did his best to ignore all of the exclamations as he was tugged about by the strange artifact. After several moments though, the jerking motions seemed to calm down. It was then that something hit him like a brick. Figuratively. A thought that seemed so obvious, but yet he didn't really understand it himself. Something just seemed to tell him what to do.
"Jetfire, pick me up."
"What? Why?" the 'Bot asked surprised by the sudden command.
"Just trust me." Gabriel said, shifting the still Matrix in his arms. With a bit of confused reluctance, Jetfire complied, putting his fingers out to grab him. Gabriel slid onto the open fingers and signaled for him to be moved toward where Dena sat on Optimus's chest.
"The Matrix belongs to him, even after death." Jetfire said quietly, seeming to catch on.
Gabriel only nodded in agreement as he dropped down next to Dena. The girl only moved over to give him more room as he crouched over Optimus's damaged chest.
As disfigured as the area was, Gabriel could identify where the Matrix of Leadership fit into his chest, just over his spark. It was in that chamber that he set the brightly glowing object.
In the moments of silence that followed, Dena patted Gabriel on the shoulder, the two Autobots around them shifted, and the Matrix's bright glow faded to a soft one.
"It's over." Jetfire said softly.
Without any warning, Optimus's chest snapped closed, nearly severing Gabriel's hands off as the jagged chest plates flew across the hole. Luckily, Gabriel had reacted automatically, saving his hands.
"Sweet Primus!" Jetfire muttered to himself, optics locked on the scene. Blurr could only stand there, speechless.
It wasn't even the chest plates closing on their own that was shocking!
Optimus's body was repairing itself.
Wires twined together under plating, joints were pulled back into their sockets, all glowing the same soft blue that the Matrix normally emitted.
It wasn't really repairing him, but it was making him operable it seemed. Much of his body still seemed to be only held together by a wire or a damaged bolt, but the fallen leader's body was back!
"Jetfire-look!" Blurr exclaimed suddenly.
All heads turned toward the indicated area hurriedly.
Two flickering, blue optics stared back at them.
A lone harrier jet shot through the frigid air, startling a Tibetan monk on the valley floor below.
Starscream honed his sensors on the spot in which five signals had now converged. It was in that spot, he was sure, Megatron lay and a confrontation was unfolding.
It would all end here.
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Please don't kill me.
Seriously, I know this is corny and probably expected, but what can I say?
I follow the traditional Transformers laws!
And what's the number one law?
Optimus Prime never stays dead.
Come on people. If you didn't see this coming... Well... I suggest re-watching all the movies.
Reading over this, I notice that Gabriel almost seems like a coward.
To clarify, he's not brave, but he's not a coward, he's just smart.
Dena's courageous and a bit stupid.
Just needed to put that out there~
I also hope this didn't sound too rushed at the end.
Thanks for reading!
Reviews are always loved!