Hi guys! Sorry for the late update but I had lots of things standing in my way. E.g. high school. Hope you like it! ;) All robots except Cauldron (c) Hasbro
Rodimus rushed across the square in front of Metroplex, he was searching for Hot Shot. He had to talk to him about this Cauldron, maybe it will change his fate. Hot Shot was sitting on a bench with something in his hands.
- Hot Shot, we need to talk – sit down next to him Rodimus.
- About w-what? – the cadet asked after he hide the thing away.
- You know, while Perceptor was examining you I searched for your data card and found someone called Cauldron…
Hot Shot's optics went wide.
- Do you know anything about him? – asked Rodimus.
- I… I… - stammered Hot Shot, then suddenly he springed up, transformed and drove away at hairrising speed.
- HOT SHOT… - Rodimus almos went after him but something cracked under his foot.
It was some kind of picture. So this is that Hot Shot was looking at. He picked it up and it turned out to be a family portrait.
A red-yellow femme, Firestar was holding the little Hot Shot who had giant optics. Rodimus smiled at the little one's curious face as he stared into the camera. But the smile was changed into a stunned face when he discovered one more bot.
Cauldron? recognized Rodimus.
He was in the background, Firestar and Hot Shot covered almost all of him. This wasn't a big problem but Rodimus just couldn't ignore that little, purple, all-too-familiar sign on the bot's forehead.
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A fire broke out in the worst place of all: the Oil Refinery of Iacon. In the middle of the plant there was a giant metal orb full of oil. If the flames reach it, at least half of Iacon will go up. The fire was extremly powerful. The police was busy with evacuate the people, Rodimus could get in the area. Or more likely in Hell.
He lurched from the heat. He could see almost nothing from the smoke and the fire, something always blew up, it was a nightmare.
- HOT SHOT!! – howled Rodimus and started going in a direction. – HEY KID WHERE ARE YOU?!
- Are you looking for me? – asked a voice behind him.
He turned on his heels to face Hot Shot who was standing in the fire. With red optics again.
- Hot Shot! We gotta get out of here! – shouted Rodimus while trying to get closer to the cadet.
- Why? I like being here – smirked Hot Shot. – Besides I've got a score to settle.
- What are you talking about?!
- Haven't you found my family portrait? You should know by now.
- But I don't understand! Cauldron is a Decepticon. So what?
- So what? SO WHAT?! – yelled Hot Shot. – What are you doing to Decepticons?
- We… stop them from conquer the galaxy? – guessed innocently Rodimus.
- Yeah, you think like this way – hissed Hot Shot. – Anyway this isn't the point.
- So what is it?
- Think about it: what would happen if an Autobot and a Decepticon fell in love with each other? – asked back Hot Shot.
- If you told me the whole story, I'd even understand it! – hissed Rodimus angrily. - Beginning. Middle. End. Facts. Details. Condense. Plot. Tell it.
- As you wish, boss-bot – smirked Hot Shot. – Cauldron, my creator, was a prisoner of war, but before that he was the Pyrocommander in the Decepticon Army, the most feared pyrotechnician in the galaxy. The Autobots thought he was mad and sent him to a psychiatrist, Firestar. During the terapy they fell in love and as a result of that I was sparked. Cauldron knew he'd done a bad thing and tried to keep it in private but he failed. The Autobots sent him back to stockade forever as a punishment. He died there – he burnt it to the ground with himself. Firestar was, on the other hand, proud of me and her love, and before he went back to stockade she managed to take a picture of us. Cauldron didn't want to be in it and he stayed in the background. At the time I couldn't understand why was he always sad when he looked at me. I thought he hated me. After his death Firestar wanted to bring me up as a pyrotechnician and I had the abilities for that, but she didn't know that I have Cauldron's love for fire too.
- You mean „Cauldron's obsession for fire" – mumbled Rodimus.
- Call it as you want – shrugged Hot Shot. – Cauldron was deleted from the data base, they wanted to prevent it from being a well-known event. But what the smartafts don't know but I do that Cauldron's love for fire is still in me, and sometimes it breaks out of that miserable Autobot.
- One: Hot Shot is not miserable. Two: You're wrong if you think I let you ruin my inferior's life! – hissed Rodimus. – He will be sent to stockade because of you!
- Yessss – laughed Hot Shot. – And when he has gone crazy I can take control over him forever. Think about what I'll do to this planet after that.
- And think about it… - Rodimus mimiced Hot Shot's voice. -… Will I let you do this?
- You have no choice – Hot Shot's face clouded over. – Especially with serious burns.
With that he shot flames at Rodimus. He was too slow and the fire hit him on the right shoulder. He yelled in pain, fell on his back, his bow flew away.
- Sorry about that, Roddy – stepped by him Hot Shot. – I promise I'll kill you first, so you won't have to watch the fall of Iacon. I think, Red Alert will be the last…
- Hot Shot! – Rodimus pushed himself up from the ground. – I know you hear me…
- Of course I hear you – Hot Shot turned to him. – I'm standing right in front of you.
- I wasn't talking to you, pyromaniac! – snapped Rodimus. – I was talking to the real one! To the Hot Shot I know, who doesn't want to kill with the fire and who is in my team!
- And should I be touched by this? – asked Hot Shot with a bored face.
- No, of course not! I don't like being touched either – stood up slowly Rodimus. – You can kill me if you want but first I'd like to tell Hot Shot that I was always proud of him.
- And?
- And… go slag yourself! Cauldron would never do this!
- Hmm… then I'll leave you for the last – said Hot Shot.
- Don't be so sure about that, slagger! – hissed Rodimus. – Hot Shot managed to get the mastery over you once, he can do it once more!
- He could master me because I was suprised to see you there – shrugged Hot Shot.
- Yeah, sure – hissed Rodimus then started to yell. – COME ON, KID! WAKE UP! THE GALAXY'S GREATEST PYROTECHNICIAN WON'T BE CONQUERED BY THIS LOOSER, RIGHT?!!!
Hot Shot was looking at him as he'd gone mad but suddenly he started howling in pain and grabbed his head.
Enough for one chapter. Standby, everyone!