Chapter 9 – blackout

Crawling

By Linkin Park

Crawling in my skin,
These wounds, they will not heal,
Fear is how I fall,
Confusing what is real.

There's something inside me that pull beneath the surface,
Consuming, confusing.

Armageddon's POV

I was in darkness. It was weird. Was I sleeping? I didn't think I was dead, as I kept on seeing snips of stuff, like dreams.

There was a creature, something huge, black and metal. It stood over me, looking down at me. It had freakishly bright red eyes, but they weren't the creature's eyes, it was like someone else was looking out through them.

Me.

There was a weird sound, but it was one I knew. All of a sudden, there was the Ultimate, right in front of me. It revved its engines, but they sounded unnatural, like some kind of Un-Earthly roar. Like some sort of... metallic dragon.

The headlights glared at me, and something about it made me run. I was scared. I didn't know why, but I knew that that creature, that car, would cause more terror and suffering than anything I had ever known before.

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Ratchet's POV

When Armageddon collapsed, my hand shot out and caught her, without even thinking about it. I lowered her gently to the ground and her friends gathered around her, wondering out loud what had happened. I took off the Gizmos and didn't have a chance to even examine it.

The black car, the Ultimate, came to life. The engines roared loudly, causing all of us, and a few nearby humans, to jump back. There was no driver inside, which could only mean...

There was the familiar sound of transformation, then it began to change shape entirely. Before us stood a tall, slim, black femme, with optics like Pit fire and no insignia. What side was she on?

I was frozen. I could feel my spark pulsing faster at her untamed and pure aura. She was like something wild which could never be captured. I knew already that she would never be one to always obey orders if she didn't like it, I knew that here would always be at least some part of her which would be eternally free. You learn to see the signs when you're my age.

Optimus readied his axe and asked cautiously, "Who are you?"

She looked confused, "why am I freakishly tall? Why am I unconscious on the sidewalk?"

Our optics and eyes widened and I exclaimed, "Armageddon?!"

She looked me square in the optics and I had to fight back the blush building up as she smiled, some thought stirring in her CPU that reflected in her optics. Wait... what had I said just before?

"I don't say this very much, and never about things like this, but do you believe in love at first sight?"

"Oh yeah," she grinned, murmuring back, "I got that when I saw you guys for the first time. Even Bulkhead. But don't tell anyone."

"I won't," I promised, "I'm getting a case of that right now."

Oh, Primus. I had found that car very attractive, and now she was it! No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no! I couldn't be falling for her! She was far too young and probably didn't even want me, anyway.

Snap out of it, Ratchet, I told myself firmly, don't be stupid—

My thoughts were interrupted when she spoke, "Yeah, it's me... kinda. That's my body over there, but now I'm over here." She looked down at her new, metallic body, "cool. I'm black. I always wanted to be black, you know."

Wow. She had an almost musical voice. I wonder what her singing voice was like...

"Anyone have any ideas how this happened?" Grim inquired, "Apart from the obvious fact that the Gizmos did it," she added when Bumblebee opened his mouth.

We were silent. Optimus put his axe away. Armageddon shuttered her optics and went still as a statue.

"Armageddon?" I asked.

She opened her optics and looked into mine, "Yeah?"

I felt my air intakes hitch, "Are... are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm all good, just listening to music," she replied.

She opened a private comm. link and music flowed through.

"This is my December,

This is my time of the year.

This is my December,

This is all so clear.

"Just wish that it didn't feel like there was something I missed

Just wish that it didn't feel like there was something I missed."

I interrupted, "Could you sing some?"

She nodded slightly and continued. I swear my spark stopped.

"This is my December,

This is my snow-covered home.

This is my December,

This is me alone.

"And I

Just wish that it didn't feel like there was something I missed

And I

Take back all the things I said to make you feel like that

And I

Just wish that it didn't feel like there was something I missed

And I

Take back all the things I said.

"This is my December

These are my snow-covered trees.

This is me pretending

This is all I need."

She stopped singing. I felt like I could cry. It was a sad song, it was the story of someone suffering greatly, like so many people I had known and tried to help, some of which I had failed. That was the most beautiful singing I had ever heard in my entire, long life. I shuttered my optics and fought back tears. That combination made me just want to cry and cry and cry.

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Armageddon's POV

I was still in that dark place, drifting through what seemed like memories. But these couldn't be memories, I didn't know anyone here, I had never seen any of them in my entire life, but they seemed to know me.

The black creature was killing humans. Hundreds died at its hands, or rather its sword and arm-mounted plasma cannons. It killed other creatures, giant robots I realized, obviously not of Earthly design.

As one of them talked to it and a pink and grey being, another black creature, I saw how it met a black and white robot. It had been flying, when the black and white one knocked it out of the sky. Glowing, purple blood had been spilled and darkness claimed the black thing. When it woke up, it had been healed and the other one was waiting beside the first.

Apparently I had been lost to them, but now they had found me.

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Grim Reaper's POV

"So, what I'm saying is…we need someone to test it, so we can be sure it works properly and I'll know how to clone it." Ratchet stated. We were standing outside the Med Bay, talking about Ratchet's latest achievement in duplicating the Gizmo Glasses.

I looked around me, examining the nervous faces of my companions, one by one they slowly shook their heads and turned to look at me. Skullzy, Jumpy, Massacre, and Fyromaniac, even Ratchet was staring at me now. Turns out they were all scared.

Truth is I was scared too. I was nervous and scared and I'd feel very content at shaking my head too or bursting out crying. But I couldn't. I kept my calm expression. I will not look weak. I will stay strong. I am the leader here, I have to stay strong. I can't ever let them see my weaknesses, my fear, those must remain hidden. I have kept up this for a long time and I can't break now, I must always keep my feelings in check. No matter what.

I kept the calm, empty expression plastered on my face. Taking in a deep breath I confidently stepped forward and looked up into Ratchet's concerned optics.

"I volunteer."

"Grim…" I looked around and saw that Jumpy had spoken, a solemn look on her face. She walked up to me and hugged me.

"Hey, it's not like I'm dying here, I'll be fine. Don't worry." I had to keep them hoping.

"Come with me then." Ratchet said.

I walked behind him as we made our way away from the group and into the Med Bay, I looked over my shoulder at the solemn group and their concerned and scared expressions.

I walked in through the massive door and stood on the floor by his foot while he picked the device up off the table and passed it down to me.

"Here goes." I said calmly as I slid it on my head. He flashed a weak smile at me. "I just want you to do one thing from me first, okay?" he nodded. "If I don't come back, work on it, I don't want the same thing happening to them alright?" he nodded again and I reached up and pressed the button.

A sharp electrical shock surged through my whole body, of which I had no control over. I could feel every limb shaking uncontrollably. My mind felt detached from my body. There was a piercing noise in the background; it was strange and high pitched, like screaming. It was blurred out like I was trapped inside a bubble. Only then did I realise that it was my own screaming I was hearing.

The bubble was broken and I could hear my screaming loud and clear. I tried to stop it, I couldn't let my emotions escape like that, I'm only scaring them more! But I had no control over my body, it was like it wasn't my body any more, like I was telling a person standing next to me to move away using only my mind.

Even though I couldn't control my body I could still feel the pain. It was like burning hot electricity was melting over every atom in my existence. Branching from my fingers and toes and spreading rapidly inward, in towards my heart. The second I felt it reach my heart my body stop screaming and went limp, crumpling to the floor. And all my vision went black.

oOo

I opened my eyes slowly; well I guess they were optics now. I flexed my fingers to test that I was in my own body now; they responded quickly. I couldn't feel any pain, that was good. I sat up slowly and jumped to my feet. Everything felt so new, so real. Wondering how to control my new body I decided to try to get into my alt form. Transform.

I felt gears moving and clicking and my shape shifting as it turned into something else. I examined my shape and to the best of my knowledge I was some form of jet. I tried to tap into my form, and I found myself thrusting forward in an incredibly high speed take-off.

Only now did I notice my surroundings. I was in a military air base.

I was flying back to the base when something hit me, if I go back, then Ratchet will think the device worked perfectly and he'll duplicate them exactly the same. Which means all my friends will go through the same pain I did.

But, there is another alternative. I don't go back, they think I'm dead, Ratchet tries to improve the device, they don't go through the pain, I meet up with them when they've been transformed and tell them "hey guys, sorry I wasn't really dead after all". Simple.

Then something else hit me, more literal this time. Whatever it was crashed into my wing, shearing it clean off and sending me spiralling downwards. I looked around for my attacker and spotted a large, black and white mech. I transformed back while I was falling and watched the surprised expression on his face that he had shot a femme, but he wiped away the surprise quickly and masked it with something more intimidating. I looked around and saw my wing falling with me, though mangled and separated from my body.

The ground rushed up to meet me and I flipped onto my back and closed my optics to take the impact better. An enormous thud sounded and I dented the road like butter.

I opened my optics and the first thing I was looking at was the face of the mech, twirling a pair of nun chucks. Never underestimate the guy with the nun chucks.

"Waddaya doin' here 'Con?"

"I'm not a Deception, and I'm not an Autobot either." He looked at me confusedly.

"Sure ya not, and what would ya do if I don' off-line ya righ' now?" I thought about it for a moment, since I only just come to the realisation that I couldn't go back to the Autobot base.

"I…don't know, I guess I was going to go look for a friend that the 'Cons have captured, but I don't think I can do that with only one wing." He eyed me warily before subspacing his weapon and offering a hand to help me to my feet.

"Thank you." I said before examining the stump where my wing should be.

He sighed. "So ya sure ya ain't a 'Con?"

"Well actually, now that I think about it…" I rubbed my chin thoughtfully with my remaining hand. "NO."

"I should get ya to a medic, Ratchet will fix ya up, don' worry." He turned and started walking towards my mangled wing.

"NO!"

He stopped and turned around quickly, staring at me suspiciously. "Why not?"

"It's not like that, I promise. It's just I can't go back to the Autobot base."

"Why not?"

I sighed. "I wish I could tell you but…I just don't know."

"Dunno what? If ya can trust me?"

I sighed again. He took a few wary steps towards me until he was standing right in front of me. "Who are ya?" when I remained silent he tried again. "Ya can trust me."

"Okay, I'll tell you everything if you tell me who you are." He hesitated for a moment.

"My name is Jazz." My optics widened. How could I have not remembered him!? "And ya name?"

"Grim Reaper." His optics must've widened in turn behind his visor.

"T-Tha's impossible! How did this happen!?" he exclaimed

So I told him everything, starting from how Armageddon got transformed to when I realised I couldn't go back just a couple of minutes ago. He listened intently and asked a few questions every now and then but otherwise remained silent.

"So ya don' wanna go get fixed up and stop leakin' energon all over th' sidewalk cuz ya don' want 'em to realise ya survived thus endin' in 'em gettin' put through pain."

I hadn't realised I was bleeding until he mentioned it. I looked at my feet and saw the pool of energon I was standing in.

I started to feel dizzy and weak. My head rolled back and the ground came rushing up to meet me. Blackness started to claw at the edges of my sight, creeping slowly inwards. I never reached the ground, as strong, sturdy arms caught me before that happened.

The last thing I saw was piercing blue optics burning through that visor and straight into mine…

Then everything blacked out.

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When I on-lined my optics all I saw was white. Then I figured out I was staring at the ceiling so I rolled over onto my side and recognised where I was instantly by the overly-cluttered work bench and the eerie white walls, and most of all, the strange device lying on the table that was the end of my human life.

Med Bay.

I shot up instantly, only to be pushed back down onto the recharge bed by a white hand.

"Don' worry, I didn' tell 'em anything, they don' know it's ya." My gaze followed the hand, to which was attached an arm, then a shoulder, a neck, and the calm face of my newest acquaintance (who was right now looking undeniably sexy) Jazz. "Ratchet was a little wary repairing someone he thought could be a Decepticon, but he agreed with the use of a little…persuasion." He blew on his clenched fist and grinned evilly.

"So…what am I going to do now?" as soon as I had asked I remembered my friend, the one that I must find, and if I don't I must avenge her, this is my sole mission now before I can think of anything else. I must find Armageddon. We simply cannot survive in this world without the TF guru.

I immediately jumped to my feet and was making my way to the door when once again I was stopped. Jazz was holding me back by the wrist with a look on his face that an angry mother would have when her grounded daughter was caught trying to sneak out with her boyfriend.

"Where do ya think ya goin'?" he demanded.

"To rescue my friend. In case you had forgotten but those were my plans since before you tore my wing off... even though it's back now."

"Nah. Res'. Ya not fully healed yet."

"Sorry MOM, but I gotta jet."

He pulled me in by the wrist and with his other hand he jabbed a very tender spot behind my shoulder blade, which, apparently wasn't fully healed yet. My breath caught in my throat and I doubled over in pain, while I was going down I could swear I almost saw him wince.

"Res'." Was all he said.

I grimaced. "Why do YOU care so much anyway?"

He froze. "Cuz…"

I straightened up and turned around to face him, one optic ridge raised. "Because…?" I prompted.

He sighed, and in one quick movement he grabbed my face between his hands and the next thing I knew he was crushing his lips against mine. I was surprised, at first, and tensed up a bit, so he slowly moved away, when I, having no idea what I was doing, lunged forward and continued the kiss. It felt strange, but good, our lips moving together in perfect sync. I slid my arms around his neck, allowing no immediate escape, as he, in turn, moved his around my waist, pressing me against his body. I wanted this, I needed this, the feeling of adrenaline that coursed through me was addictive, but the lust for more was almost incapacitating.

I 'accidentally' lost my footing, and slowly leaned backwards over the recharge bed, dragging his body along with mine. I was so right! The sensation was even better when you were horizontal. When my back hit the bed he slid his arms out from underneath me and placed them either side of my head, his knees either side of my hips.

He broke away from the kiss for a breather and we sat there, panting, staring into each other's optics (well, I was staring into his visor), if the optics were window to the soul, or spark or whatever, his must've had curtains of something, it was so hard to tell what he was thinking right now, even though his optics were showing slightly through his visor.

I'm sure whatever I was thinking was practically stamped onto my forehead. I wonder what he saw in my glowing red optics, did he see the nature of my soul? I was usually pretty good at reading peoples' eyes/optics and expressions, but it was like I was looking into a brick wall. I took this opportunity to say something as we were both at a loss for words.

"Just so you know, I love music."

oOo

I stayed in the Med Bay for the night, Jazz loyally by side the whole time. The next morning I left and flew out before the sun was even up, on the search for Armageddon.

I saw a trail of death and two thoughts came to me: Armageddon or the 'Cons. I followed it and it lead to the Elite Guard's ship. I landed and entered to investigate. I found more bodies. My optics widened and my spark stopped when I saw a white and black body among the lot.

I rushed over and knelt by Jazz, trying to keep the tears at bay. He was still alive, thank God, but there was a huge wound in his gut and energon was all over the place.

"Come on, Jazz, stand up, let's get you to Med Bay," I said softly, pulling him to his feet and supporting him, guiding him to the Med Bay.

I left him in the care of one of the medics, a blue mech named Seasalt, and continued my search for Armageddon.

As I flew over the small island in the middle of Lake Erie, I saw several 'Cons and 'Bots. There was Sentinel, Magnus, Optimus, Sarscream and an unknown black femme. I was pissed off at the sight of the 'Cons, presumably the ones who had touched my Jazz. I needed to break something. Or someone.

I transformed and landed, pinning down a black femme, who looked somewhat familiar, my hands to her shoulders. I pulled my lip plates over my teeth in an angry snarl, glaring daggers at her.

"Ah, recruiting femmes now are we?" she shouted over my shoulder to Optimus, "Getting a little desperate aren't we now?"

Optimus shot her a confused glance. "She's not with us."

"Shut up!" I yelled and manoeuvred me hands so that one was pinning her down by the throat and the other had transformed into a bazooka and was pointing at Optimus.

"I'm not with them, and that's none of your damn business either."

"Let her go," Starscream commanded. I turned and glared at him, pointing me bazooka at him and reaching over my shoulder and taking out a hidden scythe and poising it at her neck, it barely brushed against her neck armour when she started bleeding energon. She gasped in surprise at the sharpness of the blade, causing me to snicker.

"You wanna take her place 'Con? 'Cuz I want some answers and I ain't leaving without them." I snapped.

I could sense the femme try to move, but because I had paralysed her (hooray for my unique ability) she couldn't even twitch a finger. All she could move was her optics and mouth.

I laughed again, "Not taking to the paralysation too well are we, darlin'?"

Starscream winced, "Ask whatever you want, just don't hurt her."

I smiled menacingly, finally getting what I wanted. "Alright, let's play a little game. Question one, which one of you scum-bags damaged Jazz?"

She let out a weak laugh, "That would be me," my gaze flickered back to her and my optics narrowed as I pressed the blade every so softly against her neck. It slid a couple of inches into my neck. She could still breathe, it wasn't enough to off-line her.

"Question two, I believe the 'Cons have a friend of mine in captivity, where is she?"

Starscream and the femme exchanged glances. "…I'm not in captivity anymore, Starscream came and busted me out soo…"

I narrowed my eyes at her, "Armageddon?"

"No, it's Pinocchio. Of course it's me! Geez, Sparkles, I didn't think you were that thick!"

My optics widened in surprise and I lifted the paralysation. She twitched her fingers and said, "Now if you don't mind, Mrs. Edward Cullen, You're kind of on top of me with a blade to my throat and it's kind of kinky. And I don't think Edward would like it if he found out you were cheating on him... or at least something that looked like that"

I moved my weight off her body and Starscream rushed to her side. I went over to a tree and started bashing my head in. I heard their conversation.

Starscream: "Are you alright?"

Armageddon: "Well if your definition of 'alright' is bleeding by the hand of your best friend who turns out to be incredibly dangerous, all the while having this numb feeling and not exactly feeling any pain, then yeah, I'm alright."

Starscream: *sigh* "What am I going to do with you?"

Armageddon: "Keep me by your side and kill anyone who comes near me?"

Starscream: "Done. Shall I start with her?"

"Slag. Slag. Slag. Slag. Slag. Slag. Slag…" I muttered with each hit to the head to the tree... to the head.

Armageddon: "I think she's suffered enough."

Then she called to me, "Hey Grim!" I stopped denting my forehead and turned to look at her. "Why did you care so much about Jazz anyway?"

My face plates went hot. "Never mind that." I mumbled, turning my head away, after quickly shooting a glance in Starscream's direction.

I saw her nod slowly and smirk out of the corner of my optic. She knew. Damn, she was fast.

"You do realise it will be difficult to get into the Elite Guard's Ship to see him. What with your 'Con optic colour and bloodlust."

I grinned mischievously at this, opening a private comm. between us. "We have our arrangements."

She shook her head while grinning, tutting quietly over the comm.

Starscream, feeling a little left out, tried to enter the conversation. "So how did it happen? The transformation."

"It's a long story."

"We've got time." Armageddon pressed.

I sighed. "Alright, sit down then."

Starscream put a hand up to stop us. "Wait, what about Optimus?" We all glanced over at Optimus Prime, who was, coincidentally, paralysed. Having forgotten him I looked up, laughed to myself, then pointed a bazooka at him and shot him through the gut.

"He'll be out for a little while." She grinned "We have time to talk."

"Okay, so tell us everything." She demanded. I raised an optic ridge.

"Us, eh?" I teased through the comm.

"Shut up!" she snapped. "Now get on with the story."

I sat down below my head-whacking tree and crossed my legs. I began speaking while they sat down, Starscream leaning against a tree opposite me and she sat on his lap. They were definitely together.

"Okay, so you know those glasses and that funny earpiece you found? The one that changed you into this?" I waved a hand at her metallic body, she nodded. "Well Ratchet took them away and duplicated them, it took a long time, and he only managed to get one done.

"Of course, it was a prototype. Unstable and un-tested. Naturally all the others took this time to be cowards so I got the job of being the test dummy. This one was…different from yours. It didn't seek out the closest machine. It found the machine that best fit our personalities." I shrugged. "I guess my personality made me the fastest Transformer alive."

And so I told them everything up until this moment.

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Armageddon's POV

There were things. Things I could feel watching me, but I was all alone. Or was I? I started walking quickly, and then broke into a run. But it was like trying to run through honey. I could barely move. I couldn't breathe. It was closing in, crushing me like a boa constrictor.

I saw something ahead of me. It was like a star, pulsing and radiating life and warmth. The beats were slowing down and I could feel my own heart slow and beat in time with the star. I reached for it, trying to save it, to protect it from whatever was killing it. But as my hand touched it, the brilliant blue star turned into a rock so black that it seemed to shine with pure darkness.

My heart failed me.

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Pheonix's POV

I am Phoenix, an air force lieutenant pilot. I live to fly. It doesn't matter what I'm doing, whether it's recon, a particularly tough mission or transport, I just love the sky. I'm black, with black spiky hair and dark brown eyes. I'm also really tall.

It was a Wednesday when it happened. I was eating lunch with my best friend and wing mate, Frankie. His glossy black hair always had a halo of white when there was light and his emerald eyes and fair skin seemed to glow when he was happy. We were laughing at a joke he had just cracked when Simon, our first lieutenant, cut the meal short.

"There's been a battle between the Decepticons and Autobots in Pontiac," he stated, "the anonymous witness said that they were tearing the place up before the line went dead. C'mon, we're some of those who've been chosen to track the 'Cons down and kill them."

Frankie and I followed him out, getting into our respective jets. Superiority fighter jets, hmm... this must be a pretty tough mission then.

We took off and headed towards the city near Detroit, where the 'Bots and 'Cons normally were. Maybe they were spreading? I sure as hell hope not. As we approached the battlefield, we could tell this was very serious. Half the buildings were destroyed, there were several huge craters with alien ships at the centre, human bodies everywhere, congealed blood in large puddles, and the few human survivors were running for their lives. I could imagine their petrified screams as they fled the warzone.

There were at least a hundred giant alien robots in total, though about half were dead. I couldn't help but notice two kneeling in a puddle of dark purple liquid, which must be the blood or something of the one with the slashed neck. As I watched, the one with the bleeding neck fell back and another nearby one leaned over it.

Two others, watching and armed, one I recognized as one of the 'Cons, was standing beside a black one I didn't know. If they were standing there, preparing to attack by the looks of it, then the other one must be a 'Con.

I circled back and fired at them both. Missiles went flying, the 'Con I knew was hit and fell back, unmoving. The other one, which was black, glared at me and fired at me with a giant bazooka. I dodged and fired heat seeking missiles at it. They were all one their mark, but the black thing didn't seem to notice, it just kept firing at me, those crimson eyes burning right into mine.

I continued to circle above it, avoiding all of its shots. I radioed Frankie, "Hey Frankie, little help here."

"On it."

He joined me in moments, and fired at the robot. It was getting really badly banged up, in fact I was amazed it could walk, but it just wouldn't go down. I was getting tired of this. I dropped a perfectly aimed bomb.

The thing's screams could be heard above the roar of the jet engines.

When the smoke cleared, it was lying on the ground, looking like nothing more than bleeding scrap metal with burning red eyes. They locked with mine for a moment before going black and lifeless.

Ratchet's POV

I whirled around and saw the remains of Armageddon. I rushed to her side. She was so scrapped I wasn't sure if there was any way I could repair her. Her optics were off. I checked for a pulse and found one, to my amazement. I scanned her briefly and saw the damage was too much. She needed a new body. Her armour looked like a piece of paper someone had scrunched up and thrown away.

"Echo!" I shouted, "Fly these two to the base NOW! Armageddon won't survive for very long with this kind of damage and Grim could leak to deactivation. I'll get there as fast as I can."

Slag, I hate it when someone goes suicidal.

He picked up the two femmes and cradled them carefully in his arms. Armageddon looked so small and fragile compared to him, being an eighth of his size. He took to the darkened skies without changing to his B-2 Spirit alt form. I transformed and sped as fast as I possibly could towards Detroit. I kept the sirens and lights off until I had gotten far away enough from the battlefield. I didn't let Echo out of my sight, just driving at top speed the entire way there.

When I finally got to the base, I wasn't as exhausted as I should be because of the fear adrenaline. I was scared for Grim, scared for Armageddon, scared for Echo. Not quite sure why I was scared for him, but I couldn't dwell on that.

The moment I got into the Med Bay, I put Armageddon on life support and repaired Grim's neck. A more thorough scan of her showed that Soundwave had left her a passing gift after their telepathic battle. When I had done all I could for the moment, I said to Echo, "Take her to that cell. Keep an optic on her 24/7. It's worse than I thought. Make sure she doesn't get too emotional. Right now I need to save Armageddon."

He nodded and took her into the Med Bay-like cell, locking the door behind him. I turned my attention to the black pile of barely living scrap metal. I sighed. First thing first, I had to build a spark chamber. Second, transfer her spark to the new chamber. I might need some help with that, Echo was a fast learner and good apprentice. Third, I had to build her a brand new body.

This was going to take a lot of work. I got going straight away.

A/N: I know, that last part was confusing, but all will be explained! Trust me on that one.