Chapter 5
Knockout revved up his saw in anticipation, smiling wickedly.
"Now let's see what makes you so special!"
Scorchstrike braced himself, as the decepticon medic lowered his saw towards his t-cog. He whimpered, fearing that he would never be able to transform again.
Just as the saw was about to start splitting wires, Knockout stopped. The young autobot looked up at him. The medic appeared to be receiving a comm-link.
"What is it now Starscream?" By the tone of Knockout's voice, he was very annoyed. The medic rolled his optics.
"Look Starscream, I'm trying to open up an autobot prisoner for Lord Megatron!"
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"All right, fine. I'll be there in a moment, Commander."
As the comm ended, Knockout sighed, then looked over to Scorchstrike.
"Now stay here, like a good little autobot."
Knockout transformed his saw back into his servo, then strutted away quickly. The medical bay's doors closed behind the decepticon medic, leaving the captured autobot in silence.
Scorchstrike let out let out a large exhaust of relief. He tried to get up from the berth, but ended up with no success.
"All right Jack, it's safe for now."
With a few rustles and creaks, the teenage boy crawled out from Scorchstrike's chassis. He looked up at the young autobot, with a worried look on his face.
"Now what, Scorch?"
"Well, if you can somehow get me off this berth, I can bust us out of here."
Scorchstrike pondered for a moment, then looked at his surroundings.
"Maybe you can use that lazer over there."
Jack looked over at the lazer, which was on a nearby table. Running for it, he jumped onto the table, then scrambled over the the lazer. It was big for a human, but just small and light enough for Jack to carry it. He hopped back onto the berth.
He ran over to one of Scorchstrike's servos, then carefully aimed the lazer. Jack turned the lazer on, and it instantly broke the restraint. He quickly shut it off, before he accidentally began to start cutting off Scorchstrike's digits. The young mech took the tool from Jack, then quickly zapped the remaining restraints.
Carefully taking the human teen in his servo, Scorchstrike got up and looked around the medical bay. He put his head to its door, listening for activity. Hearing nothing, he placed Jack back inside his chassis, then opened the doors and exited the bay. He checked the halls both ways, before going the direction he thought would lead to an exit.
Eventually, the young mech got lost. The nemesis was bigger than he thought. As he swiftly turned 'round another corner, he suddenly ran into something. Scorchstrike stumbled to the floor. He looked up at the offending obstruction, then froze in fear.
"And what are you doing up and about, Autobot?"
The leader of the decepticons towered before him. Scorchstrike scrambled backwards, then stumbled to his pedes.
"Apparently, your medic was busy with Stiletto-heeled Commander." he said mockingly to the large decepticon lord.
Megatron growled angrily, then attempted to grab the cocky autobot. Scorchstrike swiftly dodged, and took a step back. He readied his flamethrowers, then pointed them at Megatron's faceplate.
"Eat my flames Megs!"
He blasted the decepticon lord with a double torrent of fire. Not waiting to see his results, he jumped into the air and transformed into a fiery-red-lined silver fighter jet, and sped down the halls.
Eventually, he found the exit. As he flew for his freedom, he heard the decepticon lord's shouts of rage. He knew he was out-gunned, but he assured himself he was faster than the larger mech. He blasted his thrusters at full-capacity, then headed for the earth below.
"You okay Jack?"
"A bit nervous and shaken, but otherwise fine."
"Great! Just be prepared, it's gonna be a bumpy ride!"