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"Lancer…"
Fingers were stroking worriedly against his helm, arms were curled about his shoulders, drawing him a little upwards, his helm was leaning back against a warm chassis. A familiar Spark beat wildly beneath his audio, his optics flickered once, dimly coming online as he was being cradled by the beautiful Mech, who was looking so worried over him. Mech fluid streaked across one fine almost delicate cheekplate, the silver and red armour was dented and scratched, but to his relief not badly wounded.
'Lancer…' Relief flooded Nightrave, his crimson optics brightening as he watched the life slowly trickle back into the larger black and blue form of their Leader. 'I was so worry… you…' Arms tightened about his chassis, clinging to him, a warm helm bumped against the top of his, 'Rave trembling slightly with the rush of his emotions. 'You caught it full in the face… I thought I had lost you…'
A low chuckle escaped him, before he groaned in pain, his self-repair and diagnostic systems registering that his arm was shattered, his muscle cables torn and twisted up within his broken limb. His entire outer armour felt rather cooked through his entire frame shuddered slightly, attempting to pull himself together, driving himself to sit up… But Rave held him down, fingers pressed against the centre of his chassis.
"I'm tough to offline."
"But not indestructible." Nightrave snapped slightly, a frown touching those elegant features, clearly not pleased with his attempts to move. "Stay still. Triage should be here soon…"
"Let him tend to the others." Lancer answered as he was pulling himself upwards, his limbs trembling slightly as he moved, but he was made of sterner stuff and shut off his sensors in his left arm to cut off the pain. "My repairs can wait." His fingertips however were lightly stroking over the soot and Mech fluid streaked cheek, lightly attempting to brush away the dirt, his deep blue optics were moving across the features of his Lover's facial plates, making sure that he was undamaged.
"Lancer…"
Leaning in, his lips caught those trembling ones, kissing them and sending a wave of reassurance through the contact, blue met red and they both were reassured. "When the other's have been tended to."
"Promise?" Rave whispered, crimson optics studying the Mech's features for a long moment, catching the look he was being given and nodded slightly before he was helping Ironlancer to his stabilizer servos, an arm curling around those strong shoulders helping him to keep his balance.
'Promise.'
"Report." He called, not being afraid to lean into the grasp of his second, knowing that the slender Seeker was far stronger than he looked.
"We landed." Bluestone remarked from the nagivation consol, the bright blue and yellow young Mech glanced back towards Lancer. The young offspring of Bluestreak and Sunstreaker was running several scans on the world outside their rather damaged Spaceship, the old scanners thankfully still partially functional.
"Obviously." Razorwire snorted from behind the Tactical station, crimson optics glimmering in amusement for a moment before running his own scans as well, pink Energon dripping down from his torn antenna, and between several burnt plating. "All weapon systems offline, all shields down… we're as helpless as a practice drone against Flintlock." The black and white Mech looked clearly unhappy about the state of his prized weapons systems he had rigged up himself on this old relic… the name was just so fitting!
"Navigational computers don't recognize any of these readings… whatever we hit… it sent us clean out of the sector…" Bluestone said as he was straightening, his bright blue optics flickering in the darkness and smoke that was beginning to fill the 'bridge'.
"How…how is the cargo, Optime?" Lancer questioned the slender Femme who stood off to one side, the pale red and blue frame was leaning over the life-support systems.
"The heavy shielding held up. Generators running at thirty percent, but all of the cargo is fine… not a single flicker." Bright azure blue optics lifted to regard him, before turning her attention back to trying to manage the power output so that their cargo would not suffer from uneven power distribution.
"Thank Primus…" Lancer whispered, bowing his head slightly and just being grateful that they hadn't lost a single one of the precious life that their ship carried. These were the last of a world, they could not risk a single one… 'Triage, head count?'
'A few in stasis lock, but we didn't loose any.' The young voice of the Youngling was one that was rather reassuring, though only barely into his third Frame, Triage, the offspring of Ratchet and First Aid was their only Medic with training. 'Medbay is totaled though…'
"Sir!" The bright golden form of 'Bee popped up between torn plating, his face worried and excited all at the same time, the energetic youngster was unable to keep himself still for even a moment. "Autobots! Two of them! They need help though…"
'Triage!'
"On my way!" The young Medic answered from the doorway, hurrying across the decking, his green and white frame glinting in the faint emergency lighting as he was diving down the hole after Bumblebee, or at least the young Sparkling that carried the name of his Carrier.
"Razorwire, Nightrave, stay here…" He turned towards his Tactician and also to his second in command, knowing the two Decepticons would not be a welcome thing to Autobots… if… if it were possible that some had managed to survive the Cull and the destruction of Cybertron at the hands of Megatron.
"No, I'm coming with you." The slender Seeker was frowning sharply, his hand catching Lancer's good arm.
"Stay."
"But…"
"Don't argue with me, Rave, please." A fierce kiss, lips touched together for the briefest of moments. 'You need to stay here. Keep the other Decepticons out of sight. Can't risk them getting shot…Stay safe.'
"Sir." The silver and red Seeker nodded slightly, before he was barking out orders, making sure that no Cybertronian remained idle. 'Don't you dare do anything stupid, get me? Or I will come and drag your aft…'
'Love you, Rave.'
The Seeker stuttered for a moment, ruby optics staring at the retreating frame of his beloved Commander and lover, lips twisting into a small smile before he was barking sharp orders, slender shoulders straightening and his tall frame uncoiled. He was a commander himself, one that would not accept anything less then perfection from those around him.
But in his Spark he was still worried…
"Here!" Bee called, his bright yellow and white frame highly visible amongst the carnage, his hands were curling underneath the arms of the giant black frame, tugging hard to pull him and free him from underneath the edge of the a pile of debris. Rolling the black frame over, the little scout froze sharply, blue optics widening at the familiar face of the Mech that lay there.
Triage was hurrying forwards, dark green and white armour glinting in the warm sunlight and light of the fires that were swarming around the charred field before them. The Medic was opening his kit as he dropped to his knees beside the massive frame, before he too froze. "Impossible…" He breathed before he was getting to work as Bee was uncovering the other that he had spotted from one of the windows.
Ironlancer was staggering slightly as he shifted weight onto his wounded leg, limping slightly from an old half healed injury his wounded arm hanging limply at his side. His blue optics widened as he too gazed at the two Mechs that had been freed from the debris against one side of the Relic, his Spark ending up in his throat at the sight of Perceptor and Trailbreaker, though both were battered… they were clearly very much alive. Both were dead… Everyone of the Autobots was dead… all of their Creators were destroyed either when Cybertron exploded or in one of the Culls… they were the 'lost ones', the others… those that had escaped… narrowly from certain destruction.
Several of the heavily armed and armoured Mechs and Femmes were coming out of the hold of the ship, their weapons primed and charged to defend the downed vessel. The leader of them was a towering monster of a Mech, black and crimson, his optics flashed behind a heavy visor as he shifted the powerful cannon in his arms, saluting Lancer he was clearly looking for orders.
"Flintlock, spread out, set up a perimeter about the ship, no firing unless they fire first. Understood?"
"Yes, Sir! Understood." The large Mech, nodded slightly before he was gesturing for his companions to spread out. It was rather thankful that Grimlock's offspring didn't have the same terrible nature as his Creator, but was rather a very loyal Mech. He owed Lancer his life and in return he had given his complete loyalty to the commander and joined the crew of the Relic, protecting each life within with the same determination Grimlock had for stomping things.
"Lancer…" Triage called as Trailbreaker was slowly coming around after being repaired as best Triage could manage with his Medbay scrapped.
The black and blue Mech was coming forwards to kneel down beside the Mech, his good hand came to rest against the pitch black Mech's shoulder lightly. "Easy there, Trailbreaker." He soothed softly, his voice low and gentle, his blue optics glimmering with both delight and confusion at seeing the Defense Specialist. "You took quite a battering."
"Wha…" Breaker was powering up his optics and gazing up at the faces about him, his lips parting for a moment to greet Ironhide… but… It wasn't quite Ironhide that gazed down at him. "Who?"
Ironlancer was surprised that he hadn't been recognized. "You must have taken quite a knock… You don't remember me?"
Suddenly from amongst the smoke, Flintlock gave a sharp cry of surprise, several of the other sentries were also giving cries of both shock and joy… but…
From amongst the smoke, the powerful frame of what he was quite certain was Optimus Prime and Ultra Magnus, the bright lime green form of Ratchet and… Lancer was jerking back in shock at the black Topkick that was barely a metre behind the Prime. He felt his Spark tremble within him at the sight of these familiar Mechs, ones he knew to be long since offlined permanently. Yet here they were…
"No…" This was not possible… "Father…" Ironlancer whispered softly, his blue optics dimming as he watched them transform.
Flintlock instantly came up behind them, cannon raised and powered on, several others were raising their weapons wary and worried that this was some ruse of Megatron's to wipe them out.
"Optimus Prime." Ironlancer greeted with a bow of his head slightly, his blue optics troubled, wishing that his sharp-tongued Nightrave was beside him, but the little 'Decepticon' was safely inside the heavy metal bulk of the refitted Relic, undetectable. "Flintlock, stand down."
"Sir?"
"Now."
The weapons lowered, but suspicion still lingered on the faces of several Mechs, Triage however had not looked up from where he was working on Perceptor… but when he did, his bright pale optics flared wide, staring at the lime green frame of Ratchet, his mouth opening before he was suddenly retreating before the other Medic noticed him. Triage was darting behind the tall frame of Lancer, trembling badly at the sight of his Carrier, the young Mech was barely keeping himself together.
Optimus Prime for his part was just as puzzled and confused as these visitors. His optics scanned the faces that were before him, before returning to the sight of Ironlancer, picking this black and blue Mech as being the leader or these rather strange yet familiar Autobots. "You seem to have me at a disadvantage, Commander…"
"Ironlancer, Sir." His body shifted, coming to salute, before glancing back towards Ironhide who was staring at him. The pair of them staring at each other for a long moment before the young Commander was turning back to the Leader of the Autobots. "Commander of the Relic. I apologise over the greeting…"
Bright optics blinked from within the white and yellow face of Bee as he popped up to one side, the second framed little Mech was grinning wide at the other Mechs. "Are you really the Optimus Prime?"
"Bee…" His good hand reached out to curl against the slender shoulder of the young Scout, pulling him backwards, holding him protectively, though Triage was sending glances towards Ratchet who was tending to Trailbreaker and Perceptor. "I apologise Sir."
"No apologies needed. But… maybe an explanation… would be in order." Optimus cleared his vocal components at the sight of the 'young' Bee, who looked so much like his namesake that it was clear exactly who one of his Creators was. "As far as I know, Bee, I am quite certain I am the Optimus Prime… I am certain there…"
"You are dead, Sir. All of you are dead."
"Ya not makin' sense… we are most certainly…" Ironhide was saying, his blue optics narrowing a little on the stranger…
"Father, I watched them disassemble you…"
Ironhide was staring at the way he had been addressed by this stranger, Lancer was trying to hold himself together, but being faced with these Mechs… everything was unraveling faster than even his rather patient and steel bound nerves could take.
"I ain't lettin' anyone… I… ain't ever had a Sparklin'…"
"Slagging Autobots." Nightrave glowered at them, especially at Ironhide, the tall slender Seeker was soon dipping to wrap an arm about Lancer's waist, support his weight. "Shut your mouth, Ironhide. Think before you start spouting things like that."
"Decepticon!" Ironhide snarled, before his cannons were charging and coming up to point squarely at Nightrave, clearly doing the exact thing that Lancer had been worried about.
"No! NO FATHER!" Lancer was jerking forwards, his arms out, using his entire frame to protect his sharp mouthed Lover. "Please… please… I… I beg you Sir, stand down."
A sigh escaped Razorwire, the black and white Mech coming down through the 'exit', moving towards the little Medic, who was trembling slightly, a hand resting against his small shoulder, reassuring him. "Tried to stop him… He's more stubborn then…"
Flintlock had his weapon primed and ready to take out Ironhide the moment the other chose to fire.
"So what if I'm a Decepticon?" Nightrave snapped, chin jerking up, before crimson optics flickered towards Optimus Prime, narrowing slightly and clearly attempting to work out if the Mech was actually what he appeared to be. "What does that matter?" However, his fingers were lightly pressing against Lancer's chassis softly, rubbing lightly over his armour just above his Spark, knowing that seeing Ironhide had taken a lot out of him. But he was not about to hide. "Megatron is the enemy. Megatron is the only enemy."
"Everyone, weapons down." Optimus was trying to bring order to the entire scene, Magnus was just not quite sure what to do, though his massive guns had been ready and charged, but they instantly dropped at the command. Ironhide lowered his weapon, but gazed into the face of this Mech how looked almost exactly like him… or at least he could clearly see himself in that face.
"Does everything always end up like this with you, Rave?" 'Wire smirked slightly, shaking his head, before finding a gun was heading in his direction too for a moment. The Tactician was rather amused for a moment, before rested on hand against his slender hip, looking rather amused over the entire thing. "Involving guns… Kinda repeat don't you think?"
Rave chuckled at that, before curling up against Lancer, feeling the powerful Autobot weakening slightly against his side, his optics worried over the true extent of the damage Lancer had taken. "No… Lancer… please…" The Decepticon was instantly melting, gripping the heavy body tightly… "Why are you so stubborn?"
"I'll be…" His optics dimmed sharply, as he was suddenly leaning heavily against his lover, Razorwire instantly was on his other side, the Autobots watching in horror at the collapse, Ironhide felt his Spark shudder at the sight, though they didn't dare move knowing that there were still several guns trained upon them.
"Triage…"
The small Medic was soon coming to the rescue, his optics dimming at the damage taken, he had been unable to repair the damage that had occurred several battles before, which had left the powerful Mech half lame in one leg, his training wasn't complete…
"Ratchet!" Optimus called as he was soon coming forwards, dropping to a knee beside the Mech, not quite certain what to make of everything… but knowing for some reason, he could trust this stranger… The lime green Medic was hurrying forwards, nudging several of the others out of the way including Triage without looking at the smaller Mech.
"You should be in stasis lock with this damage!" Ratchet growled between several waves of curses as he was going over the damage and finding systems that were only half repaired, cursing the crudeness of some of the repairs. "Who on Cybertron did this? This…"
"I… I did…" Triage finally spoke up, his small frame trembling as he was so close to his Carrier, the small Mech was almost beside himself with joy, wanting nothing more than to launch himself into those warm arms and reassure himself that this was… He had seen the bodies… knew his Creators were both dead… but this… this had to be his Carrier! No one else knew quite that many cusses…
"Well you…" Ratchet froze as he stared down into the hopeful and deeply troubled face of the youngling before him… Lancer was clearly nothing more than a Youngling himself… all of these Mechs and Femmes that stood about them, a few more immerging worriedly from the holes in the ship were barely into their second or third frames. "Good job."
Pale blue optics blinked at that, before he was leaning in, pointing out the damage he hadn't been able to repair previously. "Our Medbay is scrapped… Not that I had much to start with… He..."
"Magnus?"
"Of course." The big Mech was already transforming, his trailer just the right size to take the wounded Mech.
"Let us help you."
"Rave… stay here…" Lancer whispered softly, hoping for once the other would listen to him.
"Don't… Slag you… Don't leave me behind."
"They need you right now. Do this. For me."
Nightrave was waving a hand towards Flintlock, "You guard him, Flint. Bring him back in one piece. I don't trust these Autobots…"
"Sir." He dipped his head, but Triage and Bee were clearly not about to sit back…
Optimus was clearly focused on these new and rather strange arrivals… though he had already given orders for the Technobots and Protectobots to start searching for the two missing Aerialbots and Wheeljack…
XD missing Autobots next chapter!
