Klik: about a second
Breem: about a minute
Joor: about a hour
Cycle: about a day
Solar Cycle: about a week
Chapter 1
Scorchstrike paced around in anticipation. He was itching to go out of the base, but he had to wait until a new mission was received.
The impaitcent silver and red mech had a familiar looking structure. His wings twitched every now and then, and his tires would spun a little, since he just wanted desperately to go for a drive or flight. He stopped pacing and glared at the orange and white medic with bright blue optics.
"Ratch, what's taking so long?"
"We have yet to find a another energon mine or some decepticon activity. Everyone else who has gone are handing themselves fine."
"But why can't I just go out for a bit?"
"Because we might need you if a problem arises."
"IF." Scorchstrike stomped way angrily, muttering something about how Ratchet was just being a stupid old glitch. Ratchet himself later muttered something to himself about impatient young mechs.
After a few breems, Ratchet had a simple task for Scorchstrike.
Jack was done his shift at KO Burger, and needed to be driven to base. Scorchstrike was disappointed with his task, but was glad that he would be able to use one of his alt modes. So he set out immediately. Jack was somewhat surprised when he saw a fancy sportscar pull up into the KO Burger parking lot. The driver-less vehicle opened up his door for the teen, the door inself going up instead of to the side. Jack hesitantly hoped in.
"So, Scorch, how come you came this time?"
"Everyone else but me and Ratchet were on missions. Besides, I could wait to feel the wind on either of my alt modes."
Jack buckled himself in as Scorchstrike shut his door and drove out of the parking lot. As he drove trough the town, people stared at the sports car.
"Speaking of your alt modes, why choose one that was super fancy looking with spoilers and such?"
"First of all, I need the extra stuff to help support my other alt mode. And second, I want to go fast."
After a moment of silence, Scorchstrike added another point to his list. "Third, I wanted to look fabulous."
Jack chuckled.
"Well, there's no doubt about that!"
Scorchstrike smiled mentally. Just as they exited the town, something didn't feel right to Scorchstrike. He felt like someone's optics were on him.
"Hey Jack."
"Yeah?"
"Do you have the feeling we're being watched."
Jack blinked. He looked around outside, and in seeing no one around them, shrugged Scorchstrike's question off.
"I don't think so."
The sound of transformation suddenly came from above, as eradicons landed around them. Scorchstrike transformed into his robot mode, making sure that Jack was safe within his chassis. He transformed his hand into his signature flamethrower, and pointed it a the 'cons threateningly.
"If any of you move, I'll turn you into deceptitoast!"
One of the eradicons foolishly attempted to shoot him, and a hole was burned through his chassis. The others took a step back in fear.
"Too scared to take me on, eh?"
Scorchstrike double-checked to see if Jack was still ok, then focused back on the 'cons. He heated up his flamethrower in anticipation.
"I'd like to offer a second opinion."
A strong charge jolted him from behind. He fell backwards and passed out of the shock. He saw a crimson mech smirk at him just as his optics offlined.