Story: Virus...
Chapter 6 - Let's team up
(NOTE: No relation to 'Black and white Autobot family)
All pure FICTION!
'Blah' normal talk
blah thoughts aloud
'blah' talking through comlink
The Halo Comet flew over Elite City, over the devastating remains of the city from the aftermath of the virus spreading.
The Autobots looked down at all the small little dots below, well every dot being an infected bot searching the city for fresh bots.
'There's so many of them.' Bluestreak gasped. 'What if Prowl is meant to kill them all? Cybertron will be a desert! Life will need rebuilding all over again.'
Prowl, who was seated nearby, listened to what Bluestreak was saying, and sighed. He knew that his purpose was to kill every one of these 'zom-bots', yet could he take down the whole army of them! He could kill a group by group at a time, but then, surely he's putting his life at risk for others. Plus, killing all these zombots, then there is hardly any life on Cybertron left. Life will need rebuilding all over again.
As the ship flew over the city, the team all decided to take a break.
Prowl sat away from everyone, looking through the window, at the city below with all those 'zombots' limping around, searching for flesh. He was barely paying any attention to what everyone else was saying.
'Prowl... fight... machine...Prototype... killing infected...' were words he could make out.
Einsteel sat by the monitors, with the headphones on, listening on the conversations. When he too made out those words, he uped the power on the audio receptors.
'Whoa. You're saying the Professor brought Prowl to life, to be their test subject? Their Prototype?' Sideswipe asked.
'You mean like that he's under their control, and we're safe! He's a lean mean fighting machine!' Sunstreaker added.
'Sunstreaker! Sideswipe! Enough of that!' Rodimus shouted at the twins, making them flinch. 'That's enough of this behaviour.'
'He's still my brother!' Bluestreak argued.
Prowl shook his head listening to all of this. 'I can hear you.'
The group turned around, and looked back at each other.
'The professor turned my audio receptors up.' Prowl added.
'It's hard having to be controlled Prowl,' Perceptor told him. 'That professor would risk his life for any new invention to work. Dedicates his life to science. Now his next mission in ending this virus is successful, he won't stop. Just have to carry on killing the virus before it spreads further, and Cybertron is a wasteland.'
Prowl forced himself to nod in agreement.
Proton watched the emotions his 'son' showed. He still has a part of him from all those years ago. He's still the same old son of mine he was before. This professor, seems to only care in making his experiments work, instead of knowing what the secondary effects are/ those serious consequences from the changes. What was the real reason he chose Prowl?
An alert beep made him come to his senses. He looked at the big screen.
'Incoming transmission.' he called to Rodimus.
'Pull it up,' Rodimus replied, walking up to standing beside the Praxien, as Prowl walks over to them.
On the big screen, the same femme from earlier appears.
'Manaline? Something wrong?' Rodimus asks.
'We can see your ship. There must be something wrong with the invisibility cloaking because me and the others with me can see your ship from below. A team member of mine reported that some of the infected bots are following aswell.'
'We'll take that into note.' Rodimus said.
'I'm bringing up the ship's system now.' Proton said. He pulls up the blueprints in x-ray form of the ship. 'Yes, the invisibility cloaking has appeared to have run out of energy. But impossible! It was full when activated. It lasts for a minimum of 2 hours. Someone has sabortarged it!'
'How is that possible Proton?' Rodimus asked.
'The generator sending energy for the invisibility, is INSIDE the ship. Outside weapons wouldn't be able to detect us, so someone onboard did this! But the intruder alert didn't go off either! Something's going on!' Proton replied.
'That' weird. Very weird.' Rodimus was just as confused as Proton was, and of course being Proton's ship, he would know what goes on inside and out. 'Thanks for the tip Manaline. We still have the GPS from the previous transmission, and will land shortly.'
'Have a safe landing.'
The screen went blank.
'Everyone strap yourselves in. I'm landing this right now!' Proton ordered.
He guides the ship to a clear landing spot amongst the 'woods' and safely lands, within meters of the GPS locator for the transmissions.
'Sir, I suggest you all go and find Manaline and the others. I'm staying here to solve the problems.' Proton said.
Rodimus nodded in agreement. 'You could search the security cameras incase of any disturbances.'
Proton nodded.
'Follow me.' Rodimus orders the others, as they all walk down the ramp.
Walking in a straight line for a minute or two, the Autobots come to a large clearing, with camper vehicles, a tent, and a small fire, little sparklings running around.
Everything went silent when the Autobots came into view.
The tall femme from the transmissions walked out the tent.
'Rodimus? Glad to see you all made it safely.' she said.
Rodimus shakes her hand. 'Thanks for notifying us on survivors. Glad to have extra hands in destroying this virus.'
'We'll be happy to,' Manaline introduces her crew members to the Autobots. 'That's Basher; he's in charge of our weaponry. Laser is one of our watchers for when we rest, incase of the virus coming to harm us. Plus Shaden here, my sister, she expecting a sparkling, so we don't want her harmed by the virus, but she's awesome with battle plans and theories.'
'Hello.' Basher, Laser and Shaden all said, well mannered.
'Well it would take me a while to introduce my team, but I would like to mention we too must protect 1 of our own, as he's the cure for this virus,' Rodimus said.
'Who?' Manaline asked.
Rodimus shows them Prowl.
'A Praxien?' Manaline sounded quite surprised.
'Their knowledge and lust of fighting is the best of Cybertron. Prowl here, was Professor Einsteel's (He noticed Manaline flinching at that name) creation in order to destroy this virus. He's protecting us all, while Einsteel monitors his every movement from the lab.'
'Prowl?' Manaline has a thought of that name. 'Prowl-Prowl? Lord Proton's son?'
'Proton is back onboard his ship, just a minute back there,' Rodimus pointed in the direction they came. 'He's sorting out the malfuntion with the invisibility.'
Manaline nodded in agreement. 'Well sit with us, and enjoy some energon cubes. There's plenty to go around.'
Onboard his ship...
Proton was inside the generator room. He inspected the whole machine, and came across a snapped wire. A wire cutter was found nearby.
'Someone cut the main power wiring for the invisibility.' he gasped. 'But who knows a lot of technology onboard to do such a crime?'
He heads back to the main control pad, and froze.
Coming into the room from the ramp, an infected bot looks around the room, and sees Proton.
Proton gasped, and draws his gun, ready to fire, but was surprised the bot turned away from him, and heads back outside.
He gasped, when he heard the sounds of low moaning and limping up the ramp. 'They're coming!'
Back at the camp...
The Autobots tucked into their energon, when Rodimus received a call.
'Proton?'
Everyone turned towards him.
'Yes... Oh Primus!... We'll be there!' Rodimus sounded in shock as he ended the call. 'The ship is surrounded by the virus. We gotta go!'
'Basher, let's clear up the camp! Donal, Visen, help out! Stay close Shaden.' Manaline gives out the orders.
Her team followed her order, and they make a run for the ship.
They encountered all the infected bots limping around the ship, all turned their head as they ran towards them.
'Fire!' Rodimus orders to the Autobots.
They all drew their weapons, and fired at their heads, watching them fall.
'To the ship!' Rodimus ordered.
They ran through the crowd of infected bots, and make their way up the ramp.
'Come Shaden,' Manaline helps her up the ramp.
They watch as Prowl brings out deadly weapons never seen of or heard of on Cybertron before, and with confidence is firing at the infected bots. He turned towards them.
Einsteel gasped on seeing these femmes.
'Oh... my dear!'
'You know her?' Caskel asked.
Einsteel pulled a face and turned towards him. 'Yes... I DID!'
'Sir, those weapons are illegal now! Why is the Prototype armed with them?'
Einsteel failed to answer Caskel's question.
'Sir.' Anilt adds. 'Why does it show on previous optic views that Prowl was controlled to go to the gener...'
Einsteel draws a gun, and shot both his comrades! 'Bye bye...' he smirked.
He dragged their bodies towards the cells of the test subjects, and throws them inside, locking the cells, and watches them being eaten!
He goes back to the screen, Prowl optics' still on the femmes running into the ship.
He types frantically on the keyboard. 'Commence Shutdown, NOW!'
Bluestreak was the one to notice Prowl shake violently, electricity sparkling over his body, then he froze.
'Bro?' he runs up to him. 'Prowl?' he looks at his face, and gasped, seeing Prowl's optics were dimmed, not online. 'Bro? Wake up!'
Nearby Rodimus heard Bluestreak's call, and rushes over to him.
'What happened?'
'I don't know. He shook, his sparkled with electricity and now he won't respond.'
Rodimus looked at his optics. 'He's offline! That scientist must have shut him down! Let's get him inside the ship, quickly!'
Bluestreak helps Rodimus carry Prowl into the ship, as the ramp tucks in, and the ship takes off quickly.
Onboard...
The crowd were gathered around Prowl as Perceptor carried out a system scan.
'Einsteel has shut him down completely. But why?' Perceptor was confused.
Einsteel was roaring with laughter, when hearing what Perceptor said. 'My creation! He was MINE! She left me for him! I'll show them! I'll get my revenge of that silly fool Praxien! His son, under MY CONTROL! Nothing he can do! HAHAHAHAHA!'
Einsteel turned into the mayor of crazy town! Worse! He SHUT Prowl OFFLINE! Why? What's his business of talking about a 'Praxien' and who's 'She left me for him!'
Find out more next chapter.