Spike quickly ran to his Dad inside of the crashed spaceship where he, Wheeljack, and Ratchet were still working on Optimus while waiting for the arrival of Chip and some of the other Autobot's with Optimus' cosmatron.
"Dad!" Spike called as soon as he saw his father standing next to the medical berth. Sparkplug turned as soon as he heard his son call for him and saw him running towards him with something in his hands and a wild look dancing in his eyes. He excused himself from the Bot's and quickly met his son halfway before listening to Spike retell what had just happened outside of Autobot HQ. Sparkplug stared at his son in shock when he had finished before looking down at the paper in his hands and gasping when he noticed words appearing under the notes.
"Play my song and I shall rise,"
"I shall shake the mighty from their throne"
"I will bring destruction to the evil"
"Play my song in time of need chosen one"
"Play my song and I shall heed"
Both looked at each other in shock before Sparkplug took a deep breath and looked at the wooden instrument in his son's hands.
"D-do you know how to play this?" Sparkplug quietly asked, keeping his voice down to keep it between Spike and himself.
Spike nodded, "I think so, it look's and feel's allot like the recorder Mrs. Hemming taught in 8th grade." He stated.
"But do you still remember how to play something like that?" Sparkplug asked, looking for conformation in his son's eyes. Spike nodded and looked down at the instrument in his hand.
"Question is, what exactly am I going to be able to summon?"
"What's the status Ratchet?" Sparkplug solemnly asked, looking up at his large friend. The red and white Autobot sighed and shook his helm.
"It's not looking good, unless we get Optimus a new cosmatron, he won't make it." The medic vented as Spike walked up to Sparkplug with tears in his eyes.
"Son," Sparkplug said, placing his hand on his sons shoulder, "sometimes you've done all you've can and there's nothing else you can do." He said.
"Optimus Prime? Dead?" Spike questioned as his eyes watered.
An alarm went off and Wheeljack and several other Autobots ran to Teletran-1 as Wheeljack brought up the outer perimeter scanners.
"It's the Decepticons! All of them!" Ratchet exclaimed as Huffer groaned in defeat.
"Without Optimus Prime we don't stand a chance against the Decepticons." He groaned. Spike frowned and looked down at the paper and instrument he had clenched in his hands and determination crossed his face.
"Optimus would want us to fight! No matter how bad the odds!" He exclaimed. "Are you with me? Or do I fight this battle on my own?" He challenged until Huffer spoke up as his Dad started to stop him.
"Spike you can't!"
"But we can! We get your message Spike! Autobots, transform and roll out!" He exclaimed before they all transformed and left their base to take up battle stations against the coming onslaught of Decepticons.
"Here they come guys, let them have it!" Spike shouted as the Autobots opened fire on the Decepticons. Try as they might, the Autobots were soon overwhelmed and Spike again glanced down at the parchment and instrument in his hands. Slowly he brought the pipe to his lips and gave it an experimental blow. A musical note like nothing he had ever heard burst from the end of the instrument and he stared at it in shock before looking down at the parchment and he sat down on the dusty rock.
Setting the paper down in front of himself, he quickly fell into step and began playing the notes in he order that they were on the paper. Through the heavy blaster fire, the music still managed to drown out the raging sounds of the battle and Spike continued to play, hoping that something actually would help like the paper had said.
(not to far away)
As the music played and rang out across the desert a pair of gold eyes snapped open and several large and sharp teeth opened in a smile.