Title: Messages from the grave!
Chapter 9 - Rescue mission
'...blah...' normal talking.
'...'blah'...' ghost talking/flashback talking.
Steal -Thind steers the ship towards a hill side. A rumble shakes, as the side of the hill opens up, and he steers the ship inside the hill, as it closes behind him.
The hill was one large base. There was loads more ships, in a landing pad, with more weapons, servants working on the ships, weapons being made...
Steal -Thind lands the ship, and opens up the door. He walks down the stairs, with an unconsious Bluestreak on his shoulder. He throws the mech on the ground and walks off towards the machines.
Bluestreak stirred awake after a while, and gasped, looking around this base. He looked ahead, and sees Steal -Thind!
'Where am I?'
'Haven't you realized, foolish Autobot! HA! You're in my secret lair! My ships, my weapons, and the REAL weapon!' Steal -Thind pats a machine.
Bluestreak gasped. 'You knew?'
'Well... DUH! You think I didn't see you and Jazz hide behind the boulder, with a large machine poking out, showing in clear view. Dumb Autobot! HA! And do you think I'd actually make one machine, and not keep an exact copy incase something happend! HA! One machine stolen from me, and now I have this extra one for keeps! Now I can take over Cybertron, and with this REAL prototype being brought to me, because your comrades want to keep you safe, I'll have power over Cybertron! WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!'
Some of his servants looked at their boss laughing, and they chuckled along.
'What you laughing at? BACK TO WORK!' Steal -Thind shouts at them.
The servants growled, and went back to working on the ships.
Bluestreak turned from the servants to Steal -Thind.
'Oh.. my slaves!' Steal-Thind said. 'Taken away as sparklings, and forced to work for me forever! I promised them land over Cybertron, but they can rot!'
The servants gasped hearing this.
'WORK!'
They complied.
'Innocent younglings taken at a young age! You're horrible!' Bluestreak shouts.
'Nothing can be done. They're my property, and I own every inch of their curcuits!' Steal -Thind boasted. 'Once your comrades arrive, I can unleash my power on them! That prototype ARK1491, will be MINE!'
Bluestreak hung his head. What horror.
The Autobots and Decepticons headed towards the base...
'So what's his deal with you all?' Galvatron asked.
'Seriously?' Jazz responded. 'It's simple. Steal - Thind, wanted criminal around the Galaxy. He was responsible for the Praxiens' extinction. He was also the bot who upgraded your weapons during the war!'
'What? It was a smashing idea I'll admit,' Galvatron said. 'But he didn't tell us he has stolen some of our material and energon for his machine!'
'Yeah, but we've got the real machine. All we need to do is make sure he gets the REAL prototype, and that will blow him up!' Jazz responded.
'Good!' Galvatron chuckled. 'Blow the traitor up!'
'He's an evil, and treacherous villian! And he will be brough to justice!' Prowl added.
'So you're back after the incident on the ship?' Galvatron said.
'I've unfinished business here, and I won't leave till it's completed!'
'Fair enough. I can't wait for that traitor to receive a piece of his own medicals!' Galvatron said.
Prowl paused. 'The tracker has stopped working! I've lost the signal!'
Everyone transformed.
'What happened?' Jazz asked.
'Something must be blocking the signal. I can't get it back. Something like thick steel walls or another signal is intercepting the tracker. It's useless now.'
'No...' Rodimus said. 'Now we can't stop him. And he can't win either. It's a no win -no win at the end.'
Bluestreak was frightened now.
He had watched all the ships being loaded with weapons of mast destruction and energon cubes to power them.
Then he caught sight of a fax machine. He could send a message through to the Autobots so they could find the base.
Sneeking over to the machine, he looked around. Steal -Thind has his back to him and the servants weren't paying attention.
So Bluestreak tappped out some numbers and letters, then tapped out a serial number. He then pressed send.
But the fax made a loud sound sending the message, and so Steal-Thind turned around, catching him.
'Fool!' he said, and grabbed Bluestreak by the throat! 'You sent co-ordinates to your comrades! Didn't you?'
Bluestreak couldn't talk due to the fact he was choking!
Steal-Thind growled, and threw Bluestreak into the wall, denting the wall, dislocating his doorwing, and knocking him unconsious.
Steal-Thind growled again. 'The Autobot sent a transmittion to his comrades. WORK FASTER!' he shouted at his servants.
The tracker beeps.
'Receiving a transmittion!' Prowl said, and pulled it up.
'HILL. LARGE. 8.96.'
'Large hill? 8.96? What could that mean?' Galvatron nearly threw a fit.
Prowl pulled a face, and examined the message. '9 miles ahead. There's a large hill up North. It's the largest in the country, take half an hour to walk over it all. Great location to hide a secret base, with thick walls to keep out signals from unknown substances.'
'Autobots, Transform and Roll out!' Rodimus ordered.
The Autobots all transformed, and the Decepticons took to the sky as they headed as fast as they could, North.
Steal-Thind was becoming more and more paranoid. He was to be discovered soon, thanks to a foolish Autobot for sending a transmittion off to his comrades. He thought, maybe is he killed the Autobot, there wouldn't be anything left to savage of the Autobot.
Rushing towards the crane, he pulls and pushes the different levers, as the grabber picks up Bluestreak's unconsious body.
He brings Bluestreak's body over a machine that was crushing the material into smaller parts.
'Let your body be squashed! Break your spark!' Steal-Thind said, his optics widened in happiness, as he pressed the red button.
The crane released Bluestreak's limp body.
'YES!' Steal-Thind screams with laughter.
BLUESTREAK! NO!
Oh wait, I wrote this story. Doh!
Is this Bluestreak's fate? Find out next chapter.
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