This chapter has been revised.
I think I have another Transformers story in my mind. Anyone want me to tell it to them? It would be a Sam/OC story! I didn't really like Mikaela in the first place...
Anyway thanks for the reviews! One more and I break 70!
electrogirl88 - I don't know. I might have that happen and I might not.
DemonGirly91 - If I do give Moonracer her 'true love' who should it be? I was thinking either Wheeljack or Hound...
Chapter 20
The Great Escape
"What?" Ratchet's voice croaked, incredulously surprised at the new turn of events. Nexia smiled despite the pain from her wounds, flinching when she stretched her wings too far. It was kind of funny – Ratchet's reaction – but Nexia wondered how he would react once he saw the dusty blue-green femme in person.
"You heard me. You'll be there, right? She really wants to see you. I know that you want to see her again, too." Nexia said, glancing back at the dusty blue-green femme. Moonracer smiled brightly, nodding her head vigorously at the thought of seeing her longtime friend once again. She smiled evilly when Nexia turned back to the bars of the prison cell; the winged girl never saw her evil smile.
"We'll be there. We have the serum to cure you of your confliction, also. Can you hang on 'till then? If you feel like you have to stop I'll come and get you, alright?" Ratchet said, worry practically oozing from his voice. Nexia melted at the feeling of being loved, knowing that her spark mate was truly worried about her. She loved the fact that Ratchet was so caring…but she couldn't help but wonder if he still liked Moonracer.
"I'm sure, love. I have a plan, don't worry." she murmured, feeling her eyes droop. It was well, though, because they needed to wait until it became dark so that the Decepticons were very deep in their recharge once again. It was now morning and she could hear the large robots walking on the floors above them. She needed to end the communication soon…not that she wanted too.
Nexia could swear that the Decepticons were a bunch of lazy afts, not getting any work done anywhere and recharging all day. She wasn't sure, however, when one would pop up. Sure, they had assigned duties…but Barricade like to pop in once and a while.
"Ok, I trust you. I love you." he said, voice getting watery. Oh no! Ratchet was going to cry! At the sound of his tearful goodbye she started to get that lump in her throat. The winged girl's eyes started watering as well, knowing that this was probably the last time she was going to talk to him until she met him at Tranquility Lake.
"I love you, too, Ratchet. I love you so much." she whispered back, saying it twice to send her love through those simple words. She knew that if she didn't cut the transmission now then she wouldn't be able to cut it at all.
She pressed a button on the side of the headset, taking it off, and collapsing in a heap in front of Moonracer's lap. The dusty blue-green femme gasped in surprise, gathering the winged girl in her arms again. She laid back, settling up against the wall as she set her internal clock to strike at midnight, just when the Decepticons were in their deepest sleep. Nexia's head was facing the other direction, allowing Moonracer to smirk in accomplishment. She had gotten the winged girl to trust her.
"G'night Moonracer. Sweet dreams." Nexia murmured, nuzzling her head into her new friend's chassis. The dusty blue-green femme smiled slightly down at her new, organic, friend, happy to have found someone in her hellhole. It was sad, however, that she was going to rip Ratchet from the winged girl's cold and dead fingers.
"I love you, too, Ratchet. I love you so much." Nexia whispered through the communications system, voice echoing in Ratchet's Medical Bay even though she was whispering. It was marking the start of something dangerous…and it was very foreboding.
All of the mechs bowed their heads as if they were praying to Primus; none of them had the spark to criticize the medic with his open emotions. The poor medic had tears of energon rolling down his cheeks, as he softly called her name over the communications system. He chirped with disappointment, finally cutting off the crackle of static from the speakers.
Ratchet finally gave up trying to communicate with his sparkmate, instead concentrating on getting up and putting together an emergency kit to treat her wounds. By the sound of it Nexia had lost a vast amount of blood, which worried the Autobots. It worried the Autobot medic even more.
Since her emotions had been erotic it seemed like she was cut from her spark; she was capable of dying even though the spark may be intact. The spark itself would eventually wither and die out, leaving an empty case where a once brilliant soul gem once was.
Ratchet paused, optics darkening to a deeper blue than they normally were. They weren't going to go to white, like they did when the Decepticons kidnapped Nexia, but they were getting there.
The Autobot medic was enraged at the Deceptcons, remembering his vow to get even with a certain fighter jet. He jumped when Wheeljack knocked on the door to Ratchet's personal office, gaining the attention of his best friend.
"Don't worry, Ratch. We'll get her back. You just have to trust her. She'll come up with a decent plan. She's been hanging out with Prowl hasn't she?" the white scientist said, placing a comforting hand on the medic's shoulder.
Ratchet cycled his vents slowly, nodding his head to signal that he understood. His sparkmate was a rather clever female but there was the off chance that she could be wrong. He knew that he was either going to retrieve his spark mate or offline trying.
Suddenly, Optimus entered Ratchet's office, alerting the other two that was time to depart. Hound would be staying behind just in case there was to be a Decepticon ambush while the others were rescuing the Cybertronian Phoenix. He would be able to activate the base's initial Defense System.
"Let's go." Optimus commanded as the other two mechs followed him to the base's entrance. Everyone transformed, ready to take on possible Decepticon action. The twins were itching for a fight; Sunstreaker was expecting to execute some of his 'Jet Judo' moves that he was going to teach Ironhide, high-fiving his twin behind the grouchy Weapons Specialist's back.
It was only a few hours until they reached Tranquility lake. Why did it always seem like major events in Ratchet's life took place here? So many memories - some of them good and some of the bad.
Each minute felt like a decade to the impatient medic but he knew he had to put his faith in the winged girl. She had so much power at her disposal but only Primus knew when that power would finally fail her. Ratchet let out a sigh, settling down in front of the great body of water. Memories rushed through his processor but he knew that all he, or any of the mechs, could do was wait. It was torture.
Moonracer's internal alarm went off, sending a red flashing light through her processor. She groaned softly, trying not to jostle the wounded Phoenix who was lying on her chassis.
The dusty blue-green femme smiled softly at the angelic look on Nexia's face as she slept. A pang of sadness went through the dusty blue-green femme's spark - sad that Ratchet had already bonded. But that was soon going to change.
Of course he thought that she was dead but the truth is she had a bit of a crush on the grouchy medic back when they were friends. Actually, it was more than a little crush. Although she was disappointed that he had bonded she had to admit that she was happy if the medic was happy. NOT! She wanted to rip the winged girl to shreds…but not if her plan was going to work.
The dusty blue-green femme froze as the winged girl perched upon her chassis groaned, fluttering her eyes. Moonracer realized that Nexia was finally waking up as the winged girl sat up, rubbing her eyes and flexing her wounded wings. Nexia winced as the punctures stretched, pain flaring deep within her nerves. It wasn't anything she couldn't handle, however, as the attacks she had been having were much worse.
Nexia groaned, sad that her healing factor hadn't kicked in yet. Maybe it was due to the amount of stress she had been putting on both her spark and her body. Oh well, she'd never know.
Since she wasn't healed the plan was she was about to attempt was very dangerous. Not only would she be exerting a vast amount of energy but she could also crack her spark, resulting in her instantaneous death.
The winged girl shifted so that her legs were touching the ground, wings tucked close to her body so that the punctures wouldn't stretch as much. She looked up at the door to the holding cell, noticing that it was made of a familiar metal - an alloy that was easy to melt. She looked up into the smeared silver face of the dusty blue-green femme. Nexia had an idea.
"Hey, Moon'? How are you with melting things?" she asked, nodding her head towards the door and smirking. The blue-green femme grinned in return, pulling her small blaster from her subspace pocket. It would be good enough to melt the hinges from their cell door.
"Pretty good. Just tell me what to melt captain!" Moonracer said, laughing a little. Now was not the time to be neither sad nor depressed or their plan would be ruined. Plus…her plan of gaining the winged girl's trust would have gone down the proverbial toilet. Nexia stood, ignoring the throbbing pain in her ankle, to point at the two hinges on the door.
"Those are made of an alloy which is easy to melt. Melt those with your blaster and we're practically home free. If we can find our way out, that is." Nexia explained, hissing when she tried to walk on her ankle. Moonracer looked down at the tiny winged girl, obviously worried for her health. If she was injured when they got back Ratchet would be harder to trick.
"Why don't I set that first?" the blue femme suggested. Nexia looked up at Moonracer, curiosity blatantly clear on her pained face. Moonracer laughed and kneeled down to take the winged girl's ankle in her hands. Since she was a femme she was quite a bit shorter than the other mechs, thus not needing to use a holoform quite as often. It came in handy with the larger bots, too. She could reach the wiring in places normal mechs couldn't.
"You don't think I'd hang around the best medic in Iacon and not learn a few things, did you? Humanoids and Autonomous Robotic Organisms are really not that different if you think about the structure." Moonracer laughed, earning a smile from the winged girl. The dusty blue-green femme pulled out a pair of metal rods from another one of her subspace pockets, bending down to straighten the break. It would hold until she got back to the Autobot base.
Nexia hissed in pain as the femme pulled, a few audible snaps were heard as the bones realigned themselves. It was incredibly painful. Moonracer then quickly placed the rods on either side of the ankle, pressing a small button. Thinner, flexible, rods ejected themselves from the larger ones, quickly attaching themselves to each other and creating a bendable, yet strong, cast.
"Thanks." Nexia said, smiling up at the larger femme. Moonracer smiled back before becoming serious. Her baby blue optics sharpened, magnifying her targets to gain easy access. Two shots to each hinge and they were completely melted, dripping onto the floor. Moonracer subspaced her weapons and carefully picked up the winged girl, oblivious to the girl's protests. It would be easier to carry her.
"Moon! Put me down! I can fly…or walk now that you've set my ankle." Nexia squeaked in surprise as the larger femme snuck out of the cell. She quieted down once she realized the struggle had become useless, slumping back into the scratched chassis of the older femme.
"Moon? What's going on?" the winged girl asked, pushing her hair behind her ear. It had become loose during the torture…and it was caked with her blood. The dusty blue-green femme was silent until they reached the corner of the hall.
"What do you mean, little one?" Moonracer questioned back, optics still sharpened to detect any danger. She had to be nice to the fleshling if she wanted to get out of the Decepticon base.
"How do you know where we're going? Are we even going in the right direction?" Nexia asked her, cocking an eyebrow in confusion. Moonracer winced as if she were reliving a particularly bad memory. In fact she was.
"I tried escaping…once. I was almost free…but I was caught. I got as far as the entrance but then I was introduced to the wonders of the energon whip." Moonracer winced again while subconsciously rubbing a silver scar that ran across her shoulder.
They were quiet for the most part after that, only talking once and a while. Sometimes they would ask each other some questions and they promised each other that they would have a girls' night, including Mikaela. Moonracer was quite curious about the Autobot base, asking about its defensive system also.
When they reached the heavy door, which led away from the base, Moonracer sighed, setting Nexia down upon the disgusting floor. It was coated with all sorts of grime and dirt. The dusty blue-green femme investigated the door, cursing before sliding down the opposite wall and drawing her knees up against her chassis.
"I can't melt something that heavy with the size of my blaster. I need something bigger than what I currently have." Moonracer sighed again, sadly setting her forehead against her knees as she curled into a ball of disappointment.
Nexia smirked, pushing herself into a standing position. She looked back at the light blue-green femme and the smirk turned into a soft smile, reassuring the light blue-green femme that she had a plan. The winged girl closed her eyes and spread her feet, taking in a deep breath. She spread her wings, even though it was painful, and started reciting an ancient spell passed through her people. She was now the only one who could perform it.
"Light beyond the sacred years, passion beyond undying fears. One so mighty he carves his path, cursing foes who wield his wrath. Flames of sparks that grace his back, neither strength nor spirit do his highness lack. We shall destroy all before us with the power that you and I posses! Come forth, FlameSpark, mighty Black Flamed Unicorn!" Nexia shouted, biting deep into her finger.
She summoned her fire and mixed with the blood of her finger a form was molded. It solidified, showing a majestic black unicorn but this time he was solid - body made of flesh and not fire. Although his body was of a horned horse the figure's mane, tail, and beard were composed of angry fire, fiercely burning in the darkness of the corridor. Before, when he was made of fire, he only had his consciousness and not the use of his body. Now he lived to serve his mistress.
"Wow. That was awesome." Moonracer murmured, obviously amazed at the appearance of the majestic force. The Black Flamed Unicorn was still standing at least 16 hands but his amazing mane made him look much larger. Nexia smiled as the flamed unicorn nodded his head and turned towards the large set of doors.
It was unfortunate that all three of them were unaware of the little red and purple Decepticon hiding in the corner. He was twitching, but not as much as his twin would do, but he held a needle in his hand. It was waiting to attack either one of the femmes.
FlameSpark headed towards the door, getting as close as he could before his horn scraped it, before rearing back onto his hind legs. He screamed, letting his fire encase his entire body, before smashing his fore hooves into the door. Under the pressure of FlameSpark's diamond-like hooves the door cracked into tiny pieces of shrapnel. Moonracer's optics widened in surprise, glowing in happiness that the offending door was finally gone. Now she could set her own plan into motion.
"Good job, FlameSpark." Nexia commented, happily petting the Black Flamed Unicorn's sleek hide. He neighed happily, nuzzling his mistress' shoulder as she laughed. She turned to Moonracer, fighting to keep her eyes open. Summoning the majestic unicorn had taken a lot of energy.
"I'm going to summon the Grand Phoenix Xylon. The Grand Phoenix can carry an immense amount of weight so he can carry you to Tranquility Lake. Just tell him to keep you above the clouds…and you can scramble scanners, right?" Nexia asked her robotic friend. Moonracer nodded and watched, awed, as the winged girl summoned the Grand Phoenix. In a burst of flames Xylon appeared, singing a song that soothed everyone's nerves. Moonracer rose and, due to the ability for Xylon to change his size, climbed upon the back of the Grand Phoenix.
"Take her to Tranquility Lake. FlameSpark will carry me there as well as soon as I make sure nobody is following us." Nexia whispered into the majestic bird's ear. He chirped, nodding his head in approval as he flapped his fiery wings.
The flames upon the bird were controlled, not burning the metal armor donned upon the dusty blue-green femme as they rose into the sky. She waved at Nexia as they disappeared into the horizon, stars twinkling merrily in the night. Now the dusty blue-green femme could put her plan into action.
"Lets go, FlameSpark. I want to see Ratchet's facial plates." Nexia murmured, nuzzling her head into his soft flank. He nickered softly, bobbing his head up and down as he knelt down, ready to aid his mistress. He was so tall she needed help to mount him!
The winged girl was about to jump on his back but was suddenly attacked from behind. She shrieked, not caring about the noise anymore but was trying to dislodge the annoying thing that was scratching at her arms. It hurt. Blood was spraying from both new and old wounds, angering the Black Flamed Unicorn.
"Get off!!" she screamed as FlameSpark burned the offending attacker with his mane. She turned to the spindly red and purple mech and glared, backing up towards the Black Flamed Unicorn.
"Y-you k-k-killed my b-brother!!! Y-you k-killed F-Frenzy!!" he screeched, shooting throwing stars at her. Now she knew that the spindly familiar form from anywhere. He was Frenzy's brother!!
Suddenly, the little purple mech attacked, stabbing a needle viciously into her arm. The fluid inside the needle burned at the touch, causing her to gasp in pain. Something was definitely going wrong with their escape.
FlameSpark shrieked in anger behind the little red and purple mech, attacking the robot with his pearly horn. Nexia escaped from the rampage, hopping upon FlameSpark's back as they escaped the Decepticon's base. She fell forward onto his flaming neck, ignoring the warm sensation of the flames. She felt sick and was becoming feverish, chills wracking her already injured flame.
FlameSpark started cantering towards Tranquility lake, hoping that he could get his mistress to the Autobot medic before something else happened to her. He truly wished that the reunion between the two lovers would bring upon good fortune. He was going at an ungodly speed – breaking the speed of sound.