Another chapter for you all! ;) Hope you like it. I think it will be slowly written because of the school. :/
all robots (c) Transformers, Hasbro
story (c) me
Rodimus hated the Assembly Room. It was too big, there was always semidarkness and echos. Nothing was good in it. And he especially hated it when he was standing in the middle of the attention and was trying to convince Ultra Magnus about something. Maybe he wouldn't be annoyed if Sentinel and Longarm Prime weren't there. Sentinel was a jerk and Longarm's face was annoying. Rodimus sometimes thougth that the prime looked at him with that red spot on his forehead, not with his optics.
He took a giant risk when he agreed to defense Hot Shot in his case. The cadet was shaking, crying quietly and wasn't looking up from the ground. Rodimus threw the biggest tantrum of history, which he didn't even know he was able to do, and managed to get in the hearing. He won't let them send Hot Shot to stockade.
- Cadet Hot Shot! – Ultra Magnus's voice boomed into the room. – You started fire in a big dwelling-house in the downtown of Iacon, some bots trapped inside. Besides, the police found evidence to the fact you are responsible for the great disaster of Xan…
Rodimus couldn't help it but remembered. Hot Shot weren't in his crew yet and he had a day off and was watching the news boredly when that picture came in. Xan was a little town, and it was on fire. Just a few bots survived and nobody knows what had happened.
-… Anything you want to add, cadet? – asked Ultra Magnus, this bringed back Rodimus to the real world.
Hot Shot was shaking madly.
- No-nothing, sir – he said in a weak voice.
- Rodimus Prime? – turned Ultra Magnus to the brass colored bot. He was waiting for this.
- Ultra Magnus, sir! – backed out Rodimus. – As the leader of a repair-crew I must protect my inferiors from everything. We know that he started the fires. But what you don't know but I do that he didn't do it of his own free will.
- Yeah, sure… - whispered Sentinel. Rodimus almost jumped to him and strangled him.
- What do you mean by „not of his own free will"? – asked Longarm too.
- He said something inside him is telling him to do this – answered Rodimus while trying to sound calm. – Because of it I would ask you all that before send my inferior to stockade, please check his main processor for any damage or glitch. I would ask Perceptor and Wheeljack to do this.
- It's worth a try – answered Perceptor, Mr. I Deleted My Emotions. – If some kind of malfunction is responsible for this then Hot Shot is innocent. If not, well…
- It will be a glitch – nodded Rodimus and smiled to Hot Shot.
The cadet weren't shaking so badly but he didn't look up either.
- You are dismissed! – said Ultra Magnus. – Take Cadet Hot Shot to the laboratory and try to discover what makes these… malfunctions.
- Everything will be alright! – whispered Rodimus as they followed Wheeljack and Perceptor.
- I ho-hope.
Enough for now. See ya!