-1Ironhide's a bit of a jerk in this.
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The crippled aircraft carved a sizeable gouge in the grassy earth as it slammed into the ground and skidded, then came to rest, smoke billowing from the missing wing. Ironhide smirked. He'd known better than to fall for a trick like that. Bumblebee came racing up beside him in car mode, and Ironhide was surprised to hear him blaring angry music as he swerved around the larger Autobot before transforming and glaring up at him. "Uh, Ironhide? You do realize that Megatron really was carrying somebody with him, right?" The weapons specialist was aghast. Bumblebee nodded. "We all saw him eject something right before he hit. He had a passenger, all right. Nice one, Ironhide."
Both of them froze in mid-sentence as the crashed jet transformed. Megatron was down on hands and knees, head down, wavering as if simply holding himself up was taking every ounce of strength he had left. Still, a moment later he was able to force himself to his feet, revealing the extent of the damage he'd taken. His entire right side was a total mess, not just from the shot he'd taken in jet mode but from the crash as well. His right arm was badly mangled and almost completely severed, to the point where it hung dead at his side, and his right leg was little better. Also completely mangled, it looked as though it would fracture at any moment. Still, he was standing, glaring at the two of them in silent fury. Wavering slightly, he began to limp closer, his whip taking shape in his left hand. He had come in peace and been refused. Perhaps a show of force would convince them to listen… Bumblebee stood back as Ironhide charged both his cannons. "That shot was meant to disable. The next one will kill. Back down or I will fire!"
"Hold it!" That rough, raw-sounding feminine voice echoed in the comparative silence and all four of them turned to behold a girl patterned in blue running in at an absurd speed. Blue electricity crackled across her skin, the corona growing brighter with each loping stride, and as she took up a position in the middle of what seemed to be about to become a battlefield, a single tendril of blue fire arced out to brush up against Ironhide, a move that startled him more than anything else. She stood before the two with arms spread wide, using herself as a living shield, her corona blazing like a small star. "Don't you dare. Don't. You. Dare." An emergency vehicle and a flame-painted big rig pulled in and transformed as Ratchet and Optimus arrived on the scene, just in time to see what happened next. Standing tall and proud, her demeanor as regal as any queen as her electricity spread out to play around them all, she spoke only three words. "Stand down weapons." Ironhide swore over and over in a variety of human and nonhuman languages as his cannons powered down of their own accord. All the others experienced the same, save for Optimus, who had his sword. This was downright astonishing to all of them, but not as astonishing as the girl herself. All of them, each and every one, recognized her. She walked in their minds whenever they went dormant to recharge, wandering through memories of war and carnage, untouched in the eye of the storm. "There doesn't have to be any more fighting. The war is over, isn't it? The last Decepticon came to you in peace and you shot him down. Who's the aggressor now, huh?" Uncertain but seeing her point, they hesitantly lowered their useless weapons. In response, her blue corona almost seemed to power down, the electricity returning to its emergence point… the swirling blue lines that ran across her whole body. As it dissipated, she staggered slightly.
Behind her, Megatron fell to his knees, his whip retracting as the damage he'd taken now took its toll. "Megatron!" Shouting his name, the girl was kneeling by his side in an instant, trying to summon forth that blue corona again. She failed, in that only the greatest effort on her part produced anything, and that was only a weak crackle. The Autobots watched in awe, every scanner they had going utterly haywire, as the damage Megatron had taken began to slowly… oh so slowly… reverse itself. "It can't be," Optimus said finally, after quite a bit of staring. "The All Spark was destroyed. I saw it myself." Ratchet ran a systems check to make sure his scanners weren't malfunctioning and gave a shudder when he realized they weren't. This didn't go over well with the others, since the medic rarely let anything get to him. It was only then that the full ramifications hit them all. If what they were seeing and what their scanners were showing was correct, then what they had feared more than anything had come to pass. Megatron had obtained the All Spark.
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…I'd be scared too.