Author's Note: Thanks for all your patience in waiting for me to update and thank you to Riptide2 (No kidding!), Starscream fan, I am Blueberry (possibly), and Vivian Hale (Unfortunately you'll have to wait till next chapter) for reviewing the last chapter! I own nothing but Echo, Claret, Shimmer, Acadia, Nightshade, and Carnelian
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Chapter II
"Waldorf: What was that?
Statler: It's called the medium sketch.
Waldorf: The medium sketch?
Statler: Yes. It wasn't rare and it certainly wasn't well done"-The Muppet Show
As soon as they had exited the old warehouse Acadia, Carnelian, and Nightshade had planned to take to the sky. Unfortunately nothing ever went as planned, especially not when part of the wall actually came flying at them. Acadia let out a startled squeak, diving aside, but Carnelian wasn't near as lucky. The wall hit her in the abdomen and both flier and wall went flying. For a moment Acadia dared consider that everything would be all right. Then Carnelian and the piece of wall crashed to the ground.
Then the pain struck. Acadia stumbled, letting out a low keening wail of pain, and Nightshade landed next to her, emotions kept boxed up as always. "Go stay with Nela," Nightshade ordered. "I'm going to see what's going on."
"Nightshade," Acadia protested weakly, shivering in pain.
"Now 'Cadia," Nightshade ordered, waiting until her younger trine mate was well on her way before warily making her way back toward the warehouse. The area was silent, too silent for her own liking, and that could only mean one thing. Something very wrong was going on right now. The purple and black femme paused at the hole in the wall, listening intently for any signs of trouble. She heard nothing but to one such as Nightshade that meant nothing. Still she had two trine mates behind her and she needed to know what danger was coming.
She carefully stepped through the wall, her black armor blending effortlessly with the shadows. "Come out where ever you're hiding Autobot?" a voice called, filled with a sickly sounding sense of glee. Nightshade recognized that voice and shuddered. Skyracer. The mech flier had lost the rest of his trine, his flight capabilities, and his sanity in service to the Decepticons. Now he haunted the area, attacking any Autobots that came in his range.
Nightshade glanced to her left, her optics catching a hint of silver glimmering dully in the light. Sure enough it was an Autobot, a grounder no less, and he was injured. Skyracer must have gotten off a lucky shut. Soon enough he would find the Autobot and Nightshade shuddered to think what would happen then. She stood to her full height and stalked out in the open before even considering what she was going to do.
"You shot a wall at us." Her voice was flat and cold and Skyracer balked at the sound of it. Skyracer was taller and should have been more powerful than Nightshade but he was insane and malnourished. Nightshade could easily take him apart and he knew it. "You hurt my trine sister."
"Accident," he professed, spreading his hands in an I'm Innocent gesture.
"Get out," Nightshade retorted, her tone low and deadly. "Before I kill you." Skyracer fled and Nightshade pulled in a deep breath to calm herself.
"Ah suppose Ah should thank ya for that." The accent, so unusual for Cybertron, caught Nightshade's attention immediately. She turned to silver the silver mech slowly, stand, wincing in pain.
"No need," Nightshade replied coolly. "He injured my sister."
"Ah heard," the silver mech said with a shrug. "Stick around for a couple a minutes will ya? There's a medic comin' with my backup and he'll help your sister." Nightshade considered the offer, eyeing the mech before her with blatant distrust.
"Fine," she said shortly. "But if anything happens to one of my trine..."
"Ah'll end up in the Pit," the silver mech finished with a smirk. "Ah've got it." Nightshade glared at him before whirling around to go check on her trine sisters, resisting the urge to mutter under her breath as she went.