CHAPTER SIX
A Double Sacrifice
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Shooting Star's P.O.V:
"What should we do?" I asked Honey Bee, as the battle raged on all around us, and we had to keep on moving to stay alive.
"I dunno," She sounded scared. She glanced up at the sky, where Safeguard was involved in a fierce battle with seven flying Decepticons. "If only we could do what they do, and merge together somehow…" I heard the pride in her voice when she spoke about her Jet-Twins.
It was the same pride I felt for my Blitzy.
"Maybe we can," I said excitedly, taking her hands in mine.
"Do you really think we could?" She asked doubtfully.
"Sure, why not? I mean, we're the All-Spark twins!" I told her. "We can do ANYTHING!"
Shooting Star smiled at me. "Okay then, let's do it!"
I smiled at her too. My sister, my twin, was my very best friend.
If anyone could help me save the world, she could.
I wanted to show everyone that, even though I really really really liked a Decepticon, I was an Autobot, just like Mamma.
Just like my Pappa was now, too.
I was so glad I had gotten to meet him, and that he and Mamma loved me.
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Shooting Star's P.O.V:
I wanted to be as strong as Safeguard, as cool as he was. I wanted to be brave, and strong, and not scared of Decepticons anymore.
Honey Bee, my twin sister and best friend, was Decepticon-born. I knew that, with her strength, she could help me conquer my fears – and the Decepticons.
Merging was surprisingly unpainful, and I'd been scared it would hurt but it was actually okay. The All-Spark energy flowed within us both, and our minds, heart-sparks and souls merged together into one body.
One awesome, kick-aft teenage fighting machine!
Well…part-machine…
I hoped that Mamma and Pappa would be proud of me.
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Rainbow Light's P.O.V:
I was part Honey Bee, and part Shooting Star.
I was a teenage girl, about fourteen years of age.
I had knee-length black hair with golden brown streaks. My left eye was metallic green and my right eye was red. I wore liquid metal over my body, the left side being blue and the right side being red. I had white metal-feather wings, and I was ready for action!
Ready to protect!
I flew up into the sky, and took out the next three dozen or so enemies that came at me, flanking a shocked Safeguard and helping out Blitzwing whenever I could.
I felt love and devotion to both parties, and all of us had the same goal in mind – to destroy the Decepticons!
The D-Cons kept on coming, but my energy was bursting forth in blue light, overpowering all evil forces and expanding rapidly.
I could feel the power consuming me too, but I kept on going, to defend and fight for everything I loved and held dear.
Everything…and everyone.
"For our world!" I shouted, as the blue light exploded from within my very heart-spark. "FOR OUR UNIVERSE!!!!"
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Zikya's P.O.V:
The blue light cleared, and Shooting Star and Honey Bee were separated, no longer Rainbow Light. They fell to the ground.
Blitzwing caught Honey Bee, and Jetstorm caught Shooting Star, as Jetfire hovered anxiously nearby, and then they all returned to the ground.
Wheeljack, Ratchet, Sky and I ran over to them.
"Are…are they..?" I didn't want to say it, but I didn't like the pale look of either girl.
Ratchet was busy checking over Honey Bee for signs of life. "Oh no…" I heard him murmur.
"This isn't…" Sky's voice had filled with tears, and the purple energon leaked down her face. "The girls…"
"Wheeljack," I said, but he didn't hear me. He was looking up at the sky, which had turned red. "Wheeljack, we need to do something. Bumblebee and Starscream are coming over here, shouldn't we tell them before they see..?"
I was aware of screaming happening all around me, but why? The battle was over.
Moondancer, screaming out Wasp's name, her voice choked with tears, and Sunchaser, doing her best to comfort her.
Why? What had happened?
Then I became aware of someone else, Ironhide maybe, yelling that Bianca had been killed.
Oh Primus, no.
Somehow, I knew for certain, that important lives had been lost today.
It couldn't end like this.
I suddenly felt extreme pressure on my stomach, on the baby I had been carrying for seven and a half months now. I felt something strange go through me, and then I knew.
Oh no…not now.
As Bumblebee and Starscream both reeled back as they absorbed the news that their daughters were dead, I said to Wheeljack: "Wheeljack, I know it's too early but…I swear to Primus…I swear to God…I swear to Ra…" I looked up at the bright orange sun against the blood red sky. "Jack', I know this isn't a good time, but the baby is coming NOW!!" I screamed out that last part, towards the sky of dust.
