Here's the next chapter everyone:D sorry if it took so long, but i been having a hard time working on this lately. My Uncle just suffered a heart attack, and he's not responding from his coma. I don't know what will happen, but i'm praying everything will be ok. This traumatic event has inspired a chapter that will be coming in this story in the very near future so please stick around:) Hope you like it.
All Transformers Belong to Hasbro, but i own Opal:P
"HOW THE PIT DID AN INSECTICON GET ON MY BASE?" Sergeant was beyond furious. He growled, gesturing wildly with his hands, as he paced across the medical room's doors. Nurse Kayleigh stood calm and collected, trying to soothe his temper.
"I don't know sir, that's what Bumblebee told me before I sedated him. He said there was an insecticon that ambushed them in the clearing, and judging by their injuries I actually believe them." She spoke slowly in order to relax the tension in the room.
He halted suddenly and turned to face her. His optics were lit with fiery orange. "Do you know what will happen if the administration finds out this training ground isn't safe? THAT A DECEPTICON ASSASSIN MANAGED TO ATTACK OUR CADETS?" The nurse closed her optics in slight annoyance, as some saliva from the Sergeant hit against her face.
"I know exactly what you mean, but I'll take care of Opal and Bumblebee. The best thing you can do is to keep everyone in doors. Have a team of professional hunters scout the area. We can't risk anymore injuries."
The Sergeant groaned in utter frustration and rubbed his hands along his head. He walked back and front from the nurse to the end of the room, the whole time cursing under his breath and covering his optics.
"Optimus Prime is coming in less than a few stellar cycles. He's supposed to observe the students in their final test before graduation. But how will that happen, when I have two cadets currently beat to pit, and a slaggin creature roaming this facility?"
The nurse motioned with her hand for him to calm down. "I'm sure Optimus would do everything in his power to secure the property, just don't worry. Opal and Bumblebee will make a full recovery, and you can hold the training test inside."
The sergeant began to take slower more deliberate breaths into his intakes. He glanced at the nurse and then to the ground.
He sighed deeply, "You're right, I'll call for assistance. Optimus Prime will still arrive on schedule, and everything will be fine." The nurse smiled and nodded her head reassuringly.
"Exactly, I'll handle the medical problems, just work on finding the insecticon." Sergeant gave a slight dip of his helm, and slowly turned to leave.
"Will you give me a heads up on their condition? I still have to make a report about this to the superiors. We can't hide this from them."
"Don't worry I'll keep you updated."
Autobot Base (A few orns later):
"Hey Hide!" The black armored mech didn't even have to turn around to know it was Chromia. He could recognize her sharp, teasing tone anywhere, and not only because they were bondmates.
Chromia had a very distinct voice, and she was probably one of the most outspoken Autobots, even more than Ironhide sometimes which was a feat all in its own. And the only reason Ratchet didn't scold Chromia as much as he did Ironhide was because, truthfully, Chromia intimidated him; and as embarrassing as it was to admit it, Ratchet knew it was true. For the big difference between Chromia and Ironhide was that she was dangerously intelligent. When she wanted something, she would make sure it happened. Even so, she was highly respected and an invaluable friend.
"Hide I'm talking to you." She swiveled her hips sensually as she walked to catch up with her mate. Ironhide turned to face her, and as much as he tried, he couldn't keep his optics off of her body. He immediately focused onto her gorgeously rounded hips as she strutted slowly in a circle around him. That was another thing about Chromia: she was an exceedingly attractive femme. Like most warrior femmes, Chromia was very curvaceous, which helped with strength on the battlefield. Her dark purple armor was always lustrous, and Ironhide couldn't get enough of her.
"Hey Mia, I thought I heard you behind me, whatcha need?" He tried to keep his voice composed, but inside his engines were already heating up. Chromia knew how much she affected her mech, and used it to her advantage. She loved teasing him.
"Well, I just received the latest report from the Academy, which is odd, because isn't it your job to collect these and make sure they are given to Optimus?" She raised one of her eyebrows, and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Uh yeah I was just…walking around." Ironhide mentally cursed at his unintelligent response, and judging by the unconvinced expression Chromia was giving him, she wasn't satisfied with it either.
After a short pause, she sighed, dropping her arms to her sides, "well one of the administers brought it to the front of the base, and you're the security officer aren't you?" Ironhide smirked. Her face was so serious, and yet he knew she was just taunting him.
"Yes hence the reason I'm patrolling the halls."
"Well don't you think the front of the base is where you should be patrolling the most?" She put her hands on her waist, and handed him the file. "Primus, I bet Ratchet would scare off more Decepticons then you. At least he stays by the main entrance." Ironhide chuckled and took the datapads from her.
"Haha funny femme, I'll take care of this." Chromia rolled her optics and waved him off as she turned to leave.
Optimus was walking towards the medical lab with Ratchet when Ironhide found them.
"Hey Optimus I got the next report for ya!" He briskly caught up with the two bots, and handed his commander the file.
"Oh yes, be sure to thank Chromia for me Ironhide." Ratchet started to snicker on the other side of Optimus' massive frame. Ironhide opened his mouth to protest, but decided it was probably a lost cause.
"Uh yes sir." Ironhide's defeated expression only made Ratchet laugh harder.
Optimus flipped to the first datapad and started to walk again. Ratchet and Ironhide followed behind him.
SECURITY INCIDENTS:
Although there is no confirmation, an Insecticon has been reported on the Academy's outdoor training facility. Only two witnesses have been able to describe the creature. It was last seen roaming one of the obstacle courses. Its neutralization is under way, and all cadets and administrators are safe.
Optimus suddenly stopped mid-step, causing Ironhide to halt in surprise, and Ratchet to bump into his back.
"What is it Prime?" Ironhide asked. Ratchet walked up to Optimus' side to look at the file.
Optimus continued to study the report closer. His optics darted across the datapad.
"It appears there was an Insecticon sighting on Academy property."
Ironhide grunted and rotated one of his large cannons, "Them Decepticon punks are gettin' braver, spying on our cadets like that! How about we take care of their vermin problem?"
"Oh please." Ratchet mumbled, rolling his optics.
"We would only perpetuate their problem further. If the insecticon is attempting to gather intelligence for the Decepticons, our involvement would attract more attention to the cadets. However the issue of their safety remains." Optimus looked at Ironhide and rubbed his chin.
"Ironhide," The brawny black mech immediately came to attention at the call of his name, and quickly deactivated his weapon with a forceful flick of his arm.
"Yes sir?"
"Would you be willing to stay at the Academy for protection duty, until I arrive there for their final examination?"
Ironhide excitedly reactivated his weapons, and gave Optimus an affirmative nod, "Of course I'm willing sir, so long as I can shoot the slagger when I see it."
"This is a bad idea," Ratchet objected. "Optimus, Ironhide with Autobot cadets? I can't even calculate the number of ways that could go wrong." Ratchet rolled his optics as he spoke, and placed a hand on the Prime's heavily armored shoulder. Optimus smiled slightly and glanced down to his medic.
"Don't worry Ratchet; I have full faith in Ironhide that he will only use deadly force when absolutely necessary." He turned to give a serious look to Ironhide to make sure he heard Prime's last words very carefully. "When absolutely necessary." He repeated sternly, gazing towards Ironhide from under his lowered helm.
Ironhide smiled and looked off to the side, "Prime don't worry, I'll be careful. You know contrary to Ratchet's belief, I'm not as big of a loose cannon as y'all think." Ratchet scoffed loudly and left to go to his medical lab.
Optimus watched his medic continue to walk away; then returned his focus to Ironhide with a growing smile on his face. "Easy you two."
Ironhide chuckled and crossed his arms, "He knows he loves me."
Optimus stepped closer to Ironhide and placed a friendly hand on his shoulder.
"So, if you are willing, I shall inform the administration of your arrival. Plan to leave tomorrow morning." Ironhide grinned and gave a heavy pat on Optimus' arm.
"I won't let you down Prime." Optimus gave a slight bow of his head, and shifted on his hips to follow Ratchet's path to the Medical Bay. Ironhide left soon after to go prepare for his trip to the Academy.
"Shhhh baby it's going to be ok. Mommy's got you." Opal fluttered her optics slowly as she heard a beautiful, ethereal voice whisper to her. She blinked a few times to try and improve her blurry vision. When she could see clearly, Opal began to search for the source of the sound. Then she immediately saw who it was.
"M-Momma?" She weakly spoke, tears instantly glazing over her optics. "Is that you?"
Her mother nodded, smiling warmly down at her daughter, and cradled Opal closer against her gold chassis. Opal buried her face into the seam of her mother's chestplates, trying to feel the warmth of her spark; to see if it was real.
"Look at you sweetspark, you're a mess," Opal's mouth quivered into a small smile as her tears dribbled faster down her face. Her mother gently caressed the sides of her face, and wiped below her wet optics.
"I am a mess momma, my whole life is a mess." Opal broke into a quiet sob before she could finish her last words. She tried to push her tear drenched face further into her mother's chest; to hide herself from the rest of the world. Her mother's arms tightened protectively around her head, and she began to hum soothingly into her audios.
"Shhhh I know, part of it was my fault for not protecting you as well as I should have; as well as I wanted to." She slowly started to rock from side to side to quiet Opal's shaky breaths. Opal peered out from her mother's chestplates, and stared deeply into her peaceful cerulean optics.
"It's not your fault at all. I should have never run away from you. I only wanted to get away from dad. I'm sorry I left you alone momma." Opal clutched her mother in an anguished embrace. She dug her face back against her mother, muffling her now louder wails.
"No no no, angel dear, do not be sorry. I won't lie to you, losing you hurt me so bad," her mother's voice grew shaky, "Everyday I had to live without you was a punishment worse than death…" Opal's mouth trembled as she released erratic breaths. "But I knew you were free. From everthing." Her mother snuggled Opal closer as her whole body began to shake from her cries.
"I need you." Opal whimpered.
"I need you." She softly repeated. "Now it's time to wake up baby."
"W-what…what do you mean?" Opal looked up confused. Her mother rubbed her helm gently.
"Wake up Opal Blue."
"Momma I'm already awa-" Her mother suddenly faded as a blinding white light engulfed Opal's vision. Opal blinked numerous times before she found herself in a hospital bed. Heavily dismayed, Opal looked around to investigate her surroundings. She thought hard to remember what had happened; then the memory of Bumblebee and the insecticon flashed through her processor.
"B-Bee?" Her small voice broke the stillness of the Academy infirmary. Bumblebee was gradually stirred out of his Anesthetic induced sleep when he heard his name called again.
"Uhh my processor…Opal are you awake?" Bee weakly lifted his head off of his pillow to peer over to Opal's bed. She was already facing him; her optics were still half closed from all the sedatives.
"How do you feel?" She softly asked, revealing a delicate smile.
"Like I've been attacked by an insecticon, and thrown into a giant pit." Bumblebee joked, coughing uncomfortably as her tried to chuckle. Opal tried to join him in his laughter, but her chest was aching far too badly to attempt it. She simply closed her optics and gave an amused grin.
"Easy, try not to exert too much energy."
Bumblebee finally relaxed from his coughing fit, and sighed as he sunk his head deeper into his pillow.
"Yeah that didn't feel too good."
There was a long moment of silence, as they both attempted to regain full consciousness and control of their senses.
"Bee, you know what I just realized?" Opal suddenly broke the quiet.
"What Op?"
"I get hurt a lot." Bumblebee smiled, grimacing and groaning as he attempted to turn over to his side in order to face her. His arms shook weakly as he steadied himself on his elbows.
She looked back at him, and gave a small shrug, "I do don't I?"
"You just realized this?"
Opal diverted her optics and glanced in different directions as she spoke, "Well no I figured this out a long time ago." Bumblebee sensed by her expression and tone that she was keeping something from him.
"Is there something you want to talk about?"
There was another pause. Opal slowly opened her mouth, but kept her optics facing the floor.
"No Bee everything's fine." Bumblebee wasn't convinced, but gave her a nod and a small smile anyway.
"Oh ok, well let's get some more rest, the nurse should be coming in soon."
Opal silently mouthed a 'yeah' and turned her head to look at the ceiling. Bumblebee quickly succumbed to the effects of recharge and began to snore softly. When she knew Bumblebee was in a deep sleep, she let a few tears fall down her cheek and onto her pillow.
"Momma I miss you."
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