A/N Sorry for the short chapter! Simply a filler.
Also a couple things I need to cover.
The whole "use your rockets, Wheeljack" thing a chapter or so back is because Wheeljack remains one of the only Autobots who can fly, and I have a headcanon where he has rockets mounted on his wrists that allow him to do so.
Also! I am sorry if Rodimus Prime is OOC. I am borrowing the MTMTE version of him because I am not familiar enough with the G1 version to get him completely IC.
P.S- before I let you get to this chapter- I haven't done a disclaimer yet.
Transformers belongs to Hasbro, and I will give them back once I am done (torturing) playing with them.
"No!" Rodimus reached for the falling engineer. "Wheeljack!"
Suddenly a shot bounced past his helm, missing it by inches.
"Rodimus!" Arcee called from above, "Just hang on! We'll pull you up!"
"But we have to save Wheeljack!" Rodimus gasped, feeling himself being yanked up by the magnetic hook attached to his wrist.
"There's nothing we can do for him now." Springer scolded, helping the Prime through the Skyfire's hatch. The white jet swerved to the side to avoid another barrage of bullets from the group of Decepticons crowding the ledge.
"We need to leave now, Rodimus." Hoist urged, "We need to get our wounded back to the City before we lose them!" -
"Fine." Rodimus muttered.
Springer nodded and shouted, "Gun it, Skyfire!"
Skyfire gratefully obliged, and he sent the bots tumbling back when he activated his thrusters with a POOM.
The sounds of shots and the cries of Galvatron faded away as Skyfire shot through the sky. For a big jet- and as weighed down as he was- he could go astonishingly fast if need be.
Rodimus was stuck by the- now closed- hatch, staring at it like it was hit worst enemy.
Arcee, who had been helping Hoist tend to Bluestreak and Jazz, approached him cautiously and on her servos and knee struts- as Skyfire's ceiling was set too low for anyone but the minibots' height.
"Are you okay, Rodimus...?" Se asked softly.
"I was supposed to save everyone." The flame-colored mech murmured, far to quietly for the pink fembot to hear.
"What was that?"
"Nothing." Rodimus shook his helm, "How are Mirage, Jazz, and Bluestreak?"
"Mirage will be fine. Jazz and Bluestreak though.. it's hard to say if they'll make it." Arcee reported softly.
"Comm First Aid and the other medics and tell them to be ready for incoing patients at a critical level." Rodimus said. Arcee nodded and moved off.
The Prime sighed and glanced over to where Hoist was tending Jazz and Bluestreak. The half-medic-slash-maintenence-engineer was doing his best to keep them online. Arcee's words echoed in his audio receptors. No. They will make it.
Rodimus looked towards Mirage. The spy seemed to be doing fine. He sported several dented and torn faceplates, but those could be easily fixed. They would fade way to scars. Luckily the other Autobots had only acquired minor woulds that did not require immediate medical attention.
Despite the number of occupants crowded into Skyfire's cabin, every one of them eerily silent except for Arcee, who was still talking quietly into the commlink. There seemed to be a depressed tone in the air, crowding in, suffocating them. And no matter how hard Rodimus Prime struggled to find those last shreds of optimism, he couldn't shake the feeling that it just wasn't over.