PLEASE READ A/N OTHERWISE YOU MAY GET VERY LOST WITH THIS CHAPTER! Anyways… so hey guys! I know this took forever for me to get up but it's finally here and on time for Halloween!
So I'm gonna get right into this so that you guys can start reading already, this chapter is going to be different from the past five. I didn't like how I was writing the P.O.V so I changed it up a bit. Hopefully for the better. I'm also swapping out some scripted words example; foot=Pede, Hand=Servo, Chest=Chassis and so on. Please follow and/or like please!
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'thinking to themselves'
"speaking cybertronian"
~"speaking cyber-cat"~
-'Comm link'-
"Speaking english"
(A/N or character side comments)
Recap ending of last chapter;
As they neared Bee and the humans they transformed, racing on all four pedes to Bumblebee's aid. They were doing well until more helicopters showed up.
It all blurred into one big blob, all I knew was a burning cold pain that was not my own along with the twin feelings of panic exploding through the walls of our bond. The emotions exploding through our bond melding with my own and making it difficult to think, I didn't even know who's emotion was who's.
My processors went into a frenzied storm of instincts. The pain of my two youngest symbiotes were feeling sent a tsunami of rage coursing through my energon lines. With my processors in such the frenzy that they were, I didn't even notice Jazz trying to hold my frame down to keep me from transforming long enough for Ratchet so he could inject some kind of fluid into my red rage burning energon lines.
The needle stuck into one of my transformation seams where they were trying to break apart so that I could transform. My plating moved back into a neutral state so that my frame looked like any other Ford Mustang. Their task now complete, they both pulled away transforming down into their alt modes. (Surprisingly not gaining the attention of the humans below) The injection did its job, pain and rage slowly fading into a numb buzzing. Even with the injected fluid flowing through my now cooling energon lines, I could still feel as my sparklings lost consciousness, the pained/ panicked/ fear coming from their side of the bond fading as they did.
I couldn't think properly, the injection causing a feeling akin to what humans refer to as being doped up on pain meds.
Subconsciously I called my two elder symbiotes to me, needing to have them connected to my frame and spark to reassure my fuzzy processors that they were still with me and safe. I could just barely concentrate on their EM fields as they moved towards me. I could feel as my frame automatically responded to them as their frames prepared to connect to mine, our frames folding and unfolding as they slid into their respective places connected to my frame. With their sparks now close to mine, worry/ fear/ pain prominent in them only slightly dulled by the fluid in my energon lines being shared through our now connected frames.
The noise the humans made faded as the SUVs drove away and the helicopters hauling off the youngling and my two sparklings.
As the humans noise faded, faint noise from the three mechs transformations reached my audials, I didn't care.
The mechs moved around and voices were heard, but I didn't care.
Ratchet tried to check up on me, to get a response of some kind, but everything said was muffled, any touch non-existent.
I didn't care.
All I was feeling, all that I cared about at that moment, was that empty feeling of the loss of connection with two of the most precious beings in all my functioning.
My sparklings. I barely acknowledge when everybot transformed to start moving out. Even Jazz' touch did little to get a response from me. Eventually Jazz must have gotten me to move, because as my processors finally became more clear, I was driving blindly behind Jazz, his spark sending out comforting pulses as though he were calming a sparkling.
I did feel like crying like one. Despite his efforts, I focus on nothing but the emptiness in my spark where I should be feeling my sparklings.
Chapter 6: Sparkbroken to savage carrier
~ 3rd Person P.O.V~
The Drive that night was not a pleasant one for the Autobots leaving California crossing into Nevada. The tragic event that happened not a few hours prior was on everybots processors. Everybot silent but with their processors racing as they drove alone the empty desert roads in the cool of the Nevada night.
As dawn approached, the sun washed her golden rays across the barren landscape. Her golden light prompting the nocturnal animals of the night to scurry into their burrows to sleep through the heat the sun brought to the desert. With the rising of the sun, the temperature rose with her.
The silence surrounding the convoy of Autobots was a weary one. Three of the mechs keeping their distance from the black mustang that trailed silently behind the silver pontiac solstice bringing up the rear of the convoy. All bots present knowing how dangerous the black femme could be with unstable emotions she would no doubt have when the drug in her systems wore off.
Although Jazz did in fact know how dangerous Jinx could be, especially to a mech as small as he, Jazz was more concerned for her knowing how deeply Jinx' bond with her symbiotes was. Jinx' symbiotes aren't just practically her sparklings, they ARE her sparklings through and through. Each of them a literal part of her spark. Jazz couldn't even imagine what she may be feeling. Jazz had no clue how the femme would react upon coming out of the hase she was in as the drugs in her systems wore off. Said femme trailing silently behind him slowly and unseeing, trusting Jazz to lead her in the correct direction. Driving so close to his bumper she may have just as well been welded there. The only thing he could do to try keep the femme calm as she came out of her hase, was to send pulses of comfort and reassurance through his EM field.
~ Les Mini Time Skip~
The sun was rising higher and higher into the night sky chasing off the stars and bringing the temperature up with her.
It was around the time in which the sun was at her highest peak that Jazz felt anything different in Jinx' EM field. Though it was only a slight change, it was enough for the silver saboteur to know she was coming out of her hase.
Jazz silently thanked Primus that they were nearing their destination because he knew that as soon as the injection wore off, Jinx would be back on her pedes in nano-klicks. She was not the type of femme to be down and vulnerable if she could help it.
The Autobot convoy arrived at their destination, a white building looking almost Greek or Roman in design. They arrived just on time too.
Jinx' haze had finally worn off and she was alert not a nano-klick later. The black mustang slammed on her breaks and transformed all at once.
She was on her pedes for less than a nano-klick before she let out an audial wrenching yowl. Slumping forward her frame dropped heavily on the ground and she curled in on herself in pain.
Immediately both Jazz and Ratchet transformed. Both mechs heading in her direction to try to help the withering femme. Jazz was kneeling at her side in nano-klicks. Ratchet approached the two at a brisk pace, just as the medic was about to kneel down next to her right shoulder, Jinx' helm snapped up lunging with her dentia barred at the neon yellow-green mech. She snapped her jaw at the medic just a foot from his faceplates.
To say the mech was startled would be an understatement. Ratchet rose swiftly to avoid those deadly dentia, backpedaling as he did so.
Standing a good ten pede steps away from the growling femme they eyed each other, both sets of optics equally weary and but only one glaring at the other.
Although still clearly in pain, Jinx growled at the medic, flashing her insanely sharp and deadly dentia at him, her growl rumbling deep from within her chassis. A klick passed before Jinx lowered her helm and curled back in on herself. Ratchet took a deep intake, his bewildered look turning almost furious.
Both Ironhide and Optimus had since transformed and made their way over to the medic, the former making a snort like sound as they came to stade at Ratchet's side.
Said mech looked about ready to shout the femmes audials off but had his words caught in his vocalizer at the steady glare Jazz sent his way. Ratchet stared back for a moment, lip-plates agape before promptly shutting them. Ratchet reset his vocalizer as he settled for grumbling to himself under his intake.
The silver mech switched his gaze to the two other mechs before returning his full attention back to the large femme he was kneeled by.
If Jazz was to be quite honest, he wasn't overly surprised that Jinx had snapped at the medic. Jinx had never been overly fond of anything to do with the medbay or medical attention. That also includes having any form of treatment on the battlefield. She had never told him why, but Jazz suspects it has something to do with a traumatic event that happened in her sparklinghood. With this knowledge Jazz can understand part of why Jinx had snapped at the medic.
Looking around Jazz surveyed the surrounding area. No human activity for miles and wide open area with rock formations here and there. A good place for Jinx to let out her frustrations. On what she would take her frustrations out on, he didn't know. If she were to take them on somebot, well….. let's just say that Jazz had a pretty good idea on who that bot may be.
Jazz briefly glanced up at the other mechs who had started to make their way towards the white building, then back down at the black femme. Reaching out with his clawed servo, Jazz began to lightly scratch behind Jinx' left pinned audial. Speaking softly to her as he leaned some of his weight into her side, Jazz tried to encourage the larger femme to move.
"Com' onJinx, ya gotta get up." Jazz looked up from the unmoving femme to find a better place for her lay rather than the hot asphalt she had collapsed on. Finding what the silver mech thought was a good place, Jazz tried again. "Com' on, at least ya could go lie down in tha shade o' tha buildin'." Jazz suggested, a small smile turning up his lip plates when her audial twitched.
Jinx uncurled herself enough to look to where Jazz was speaking of. Said mech was really starting to worry about her now. The small smile that had formed dropping completely. Jinx had begun to shake earlier after she had collapsed but it still wasn't improving. She wasn't even purring in the slightest to being scratched in her favorite spot.
Just as Jazz was thinking that she wouldn't be getting up at all, a grunting like growl escaped Jinx' vocalizer as she completely uncurled and rose on slightly unstable pedes. Getting her pedes under her, she made her way towards the shaded area, with her helm hung low and her tail dragging in the sand.
Upon reaching the shaded area, Jinx ungracefully flopped down to currle back in on herself. Jazz watched her for a moment longer, giving her a pat to the helm before he went to join the others on the white building.
The silver mech climbed up the side of the white building from where he had left Jinx to rest. The three other mechs were waiting for Jazz when he reached the top of his climb. Jazz then made his way past both Optimus and Ratchet to climb the wall Ratchet was standing in front of. Getting to the top of the second wall, Jazz stood up on his pedes and began to pace, thankful that the other mechs were looking towards their leader as he took the glasses out of his subspace.
The Prime mumbled to himself as he stared at the glasses that they had gave up so much to get their servos on. "Please, let this work." Standing up straight Optimus turned to his three long time friends and subordinates.
The three mechs had subconsciously made a semicircle of sorts. Standing to Optimus' right stood Ratchet. Next to Ratchet stood Ironhide. And between the two up on the roof is where Jazz paced.
"Fire it up, Optimus." Jazz encouraged the Prime as an attempt to hide his fidgeting claws. No bot noticed, nor questioned his pacing.
Bringing the glasses up to optic level, Optimus shot a beam of blue light through the cracked lenses of the glasses. The blue beam of light cast through the glasses lenses revealed a holographic image of the Earth. All gathered Autobots watching the holographic globe as Optimus spoke.
"The code. The code on these glasses indicates the AllSpark is 230 miles from here." Optimus rumbled out as the hologram dissipated into shimmering pixels.
Ratchet looked uneasy. Shifting his weight from pede to pede, he looked towards the ground in uneasy contemplation. He had a 'gut feeling' as the humans would say. Looking up to face their leader, his uneasiness clear in his cerulean optics as he shared his 'gut feeling' aloud. "I sense the Decepticons are getting ready to mobilize."
Ironhide nodding along to what Ratchet said, his own processors turning over in thought. "They must know it's here, as well." Ironhide spoke, clenching his servos at the thought of those slaggers.
Jazz, although also concerned about the threat of the Cons' getting their servos on the AllSpark, had his thoughts elsewhere on something he deemed more important at that moment. He's quite upset that no bot else was thinking about, or at least not mentioning their missing teammates.
Jazz spoke up, not bothering to hide the anger in his tone, words, or even in the way he paced the roof. "What about Bumblebee, Duma, and Lupa? We can't just leave them to offline and become some human experiments!"
Not only had Jazz lost his accent, but it is extremely rare for him to raise his voice. And yet apparently Optimus was having none of it from his TIC.
"They'll offline in vain if we don't accomplish our mission!" Optimus shouted back. He didn't want to think of the younglings and what may be happening to them at that moment. The Prime already felt guilty enough about not attempting to help the younglings, but he did not want to risk harming the humans.
Taking a deep invent in an attempt to rid his processor of the thought and compose himself before he spoke again. "The three of them are brave soldiers. This is what they would want." Optimus' tone stating that his word was final. Jazz was not impressed, and it showed on his faceplates. Ironhide was also upset by the young Prime's words.
"Why are we figh-" Ironhide went to speak but was cut off by a bellowing roar. Just as the sound hit the mechs audials, a large black blurred mass crashed into the Prime at top speed. Ratchet barely had time to jump out of the way as Optimus and the black mass crashed into the wall Ratchet had just been standing in front of. There was the sound of metal clashing on metal as Optimus attempted to get his attacker off himself.
For some reason, three of the four mechs present were surprised that it was Jinx that attacked their leader. It seemed that the other mechs hadn't known that the femme had been resting within audio input distance and had heard everything.
Even though Jazz knew he should try to get the now savage femme off his leader, he felt that the Prime somewhat deserved this little beatting. However, when the growling started that translated into swears directed at the Prime, the silver mech decided that he should try to calm the savage carrier down.
~3rd Person P.O.V with Jinx~
When the haze had finally left and her processor started to clear, all Jinx could feel was fear and a burning white pain that ran through every single one of her energon lines. It felt as though it were taking over her whole being.
She was mildly aware when she slammed on her breaks and transformed into her quad-pedal form ready for battle, her processor couldn't figure out what was wrong and came to the conclusion that she was under attack. However she quickly discovered the pain was not from being attacked, but was from deep within her spark. The pain was too much for her to handle. A yowl escaped her vocalizer and she collapsed to the ground, curreling into herself to try and relive the pain.
The black femme was vaguely aware of Jazz kneeling next to her helm, which she was trying to tuck into her side. With her battle protocol still online she was more so aware of the medic approaching at a brisk pace. Jinx' instinctual coding took over her battle protocol when the fear of being put under again, activated the SPC part of her coding. (Self Preservation Coding) Just as the medic went to kneel next to her side, her helm snapped up lunging with her dentia barred towards the neon yellow-green mech. Snapping her jaw closed just a foot from his faceplates. The medic was too close for comfort even as the startled mech stumbled backwards. Although still in immense pain, Jinx growled at the mech as a warning. Refusing to shutter her optics, Jinx stayed staring at the medic until he averted his optics from her stare. Her fear activated self preservation coding satisfied, Jinx tore her gaze away from the medic. She returned to tucking her helm back into her curled frame to yet again try to relieve herself from the pain she was feeling.
The broken sparked carrier could feel the vibrations from the other three mechs as they made their way towards the white building.
She could feel Jazz' worried gaze boring into the back of her helm. He hid his worry well. Almost undetectable in his EM field. But he could never get past her, she just hadn't the strength to tease him about it at the moment. Apparently though, Jazz wasn't going to let her wallow in agony in the sun. The scratching at her favorite spot behind her left audial was his first attack, but it didn't even make her purr. So Jazz started to speak softly to the downed femme when the scratching did nothing. He also tried leaning some of his weight into her side to see if he could get the larger femme to move. "Com'on Jinx, ya gotta get up." Jazz paused before speaking again. Probably looking around for something if the slight movements she could feel were any indication.
"Com'on, at least ya could go lie down in tha shade o' tha buildin'." He then suggested. She didn't really want to get up to move, but if it appeased the silver mech, then she would because she didn't like when Jazz showed distress so openly. The femme uncurled enough to look to where Jazz was speaking of.
With her optics now open, Jinx was now aware that her frame had started to shake at some point. Still, not going to let that get in her way she started to uncurl herself so she could get to her pedes. Grunting at the effort it took to move, Jinx uncurled herself completely and made to stand, only to find it difficult to do so with the pain. Jazz got up with her as though to try and stabilize her larger frame.
On slightly unstable pedes, she made her way towards the shaded area cast by the white buildings wall. To Jinx it felt like it took an eternity to reach the shade, but what was only less than a minute in reality. By the time both she and Jazz had reached the shade, Jinx' pedes were too unstable to hold her larger frame up any longer. So she ungracefully flopped down in the shade to currle back into herself. She was vaguely aware of Jazz petting her helm before he left, scaling the buildings wall to meet up with the other mechs. Leaving Jinx alone to her thoughts.
Laying in the shade helped with stopping her HUD from flashing orange warnings at her about her internal heat rising above normal for her systems functions. She didn't really care, though could not lie that it wasn't a physical relief to be out of the sun.
The pain was terrible. She didn't want to imagine what her sparklings were going through if what she was feeling was only four fifths of their pain. Although their pain may not be much more than her own, she didn't want her sparklings in pain whatsoever. Jinx wished she had been faster. Wished she could have saved them. But NO! As an Autobot she isn't allowed to harm the humans. BUT SLAG IT ALL TO THE PITS! She didn't care! They are her sparklings and she should be allowed to protect them even if those that were harming them were humans! Primus only knew what they were doing to her sparklings for them to be in this much pain. ( )
Jinx had only ever wanted to keep her sparklings safe and away from the war, so the solar cycle that her sparklings had said they wanted to help fight against the Decepticons, Jinx could have sworn the spark had stopped and she almost glitched.
Looking back on her fond memories of her sparklings almost took the pain away. Jinx could still feel the pain, but it was dulled with the happy memories. With the pain dulled without the aid of Ratchets specialized injections for her, Jinx was able to look back on the past few klicks. She regretted snapping at Ratchet. She hadn't meant to, her SPC had activated and there was little she could do to stop it while under as much pain as she was. Though Ratchet knows she hates anything to do with medics touching her, and should have known not to approach as quick as he did, both of which made it partly his fault, Jinx decided she would apologize to the medic.
For now though, she was just going to rest in the shade and listen to the mechs conversation, knowing that they'd likely be moving out again soon. Jinx settled down with her helm cradled between her front pedes as she listened.
All of a sudden her audials twitched. Her helm snapped up looking completely alert, optics wide but almost unseeing. She didn't know if her audials were playing tricks on her after being sedated or something, but she was not expecting to hear Optimus say what she thought she heard him say. Having her eldest younglings confirm that they too had also heard Optimus say what she had thought he said, found Jinx is sudden stillness as everything was fitting together in her processors. It all took about a klick. Pure burning white hot rage filled her energon lines, her frames stillness erupted into a flurry of motion. Blinded by rage but still mostly in control, Jinx' frame moved without much thought.
~Back to present~
~3rd Person P.O.V~
In her rage at what she had heard the Prime say about her sparklings, Jinx was quick to her pedes and in less than a nano-klick, she had leaped over that wall that was between her and the mechs. The moment her front pedes met the solid structure, they were already pulling her frame forward so that her back plates arched almost impossibly so as her hind pedes came forward to meet the solid surface as well. One strong push with her hind pedes and a strong pull with her front ones was all it took to get Jinx moving in a full out sprint. A bellowing roar escaped her vocal processor from all the pent up anger and hurt surrounding her spark. The roar catching the attention of the mechs just as she crashed into the Prime. Her claws fully extended, intent on teaching the young Prime a lesson. Both of their large frames crashed into a wall of the white building. The other three mechs startled into stillness, as they tried to process what had just happened.
The sound of metal clashing on metal filled the air as Jinx tore at the Prime with her deadly claws. Though thankfully, Jinx had the control to not actually harm the . Had she actually been trying to offline him, the mech would already be leaking a substantial amount of energon and Jinx would have already torn through to the bots sparkchamber. So much energon would have been lost that even if somebot managed to get her away from her prey, there would be nothing the medics would be able to do to save the bot.
For all that Jinx was clawing at the Prime, she was only leaving behind minor gashes that look worse than what they are. Despite all this, Jazz, as well as the other two mechs knew that Jinx was livid with the red and blue mech. Jazz knew that this was her way of teaching what was right and what was wrong. Although a brutal teaching method, it was one that worked. Had the Prime had a smaller frame than herself or younger than he was, Jinx would be less violent, but as it was, he was a large mech and old enough that by now he should know right from wrong. Jazz only really started to worry when Jinx started to swear at the Prime.
~:"You slagging piece of scrap! How dare you say that about my sparklings!":~ What the other bots heard as merely angry growls and snarls, Jazz could understand every word. The more she yelled at the Prime in her own language, the more damage she did.
~:"How the pit would you know what my sparklings would want?! I am the one connected to them! Not you! They're in terrible pain and they are scared! Just because it is humans harming them doesn't mean I should not be allowed to protect them! MY SPARKLINGS! And what about Bumblebee?! You practically raised him just as much as the rest of us!":~ By this point Jinx was causing energon to leak from various places. Not too much to be concerning, but enough to need some patching. Ironhide and Ratchet had since been trying to pry the savage carrier off their leader.
At this point, although there was not a whole lot of leaking energon, Jazz decided that Jinx had to stop before she actually did some serious damage.
Hopping down from where he had perched himself, Jazz landed on the femmes backplates. Grabbing onto where her shoulderplates met her neck, Jazz pulled himself forward so that he sat just behind her shoulderplates with each of his legs on either side of the felines girth. Jazz dug his clawed digits into the seem under Jinx' collar. Avoiding damaging any wires or cables in her neck. He pulled back as he spoke calmly to her. Adding pressure to her sides with the back of his leg and pulling just a bit more at her collar when she didn't respond the first time.
A few more tries later and Jinx reluctantly stopped her assault on the Prime. She retreated to a corner of the building, Jazz still perched on her back as he continued to speak softly to her as she continued to swear under her intake.
As soon as the femme let go of Optimus, Ratchet dropped to the ground next to him and quickly began to look over his frame to assess the damage the femme had done. Luckily the worst damage was a few broken minor energon lines in Optimus' arms and one on his chassis. Ironhide watched the femme walk off to the corner and slump down into a heap. He subconsciously side stepped to stand closer to Ratchet as the medic pulled out his field repair kit from his subspace, grabbing what he would need to repair Optimus' wounds.
The black burly mech keeping an optic on the femme off in the corner of the buildings landing. His optic shutters squinting as his ice blue optics scrutinized her drooping frame. "What the slag got into her?" Ironhide questioned aloud. "Why do you think she attacked Optimus like that?" Ironhide's ice blue optics briefly glanced at Ratchet as he worked.
Finishing up the last of the patches that needed to be done, Ratchet tucked his tools back into their respective places in his field repair kit then stowed the kit back into his subspace as he stood from the ground. Both standing mechs reached a servo down to help their leader up to his pedes. Once the Prime was standing on his own two pedes Ratchets cerulean optics glanced towards the femme then back to face Ironhide.
"Well for starters, she can still likely hear what we say even from where she is so I'd watch your glossia if I were you." Ratchet gave Ironhide a pointed look. "And if you really must ask such a question, then I am surprised she lets Silverstriker hang around you as much a he does." Again another pointed look at Ironhide. "My only guess would be that she overheard you talking Optimus." Ratchet turned his helm towards the still mech. Ratchet shaked his helm, bringing a servo to his forehelm. Venting out a sigh as he let his servo slide down his faceplates.
Ratchet spoke again. "I don't know what you were thinking when you said what you did about the younglings." Optics narrowed on the young Prime. "I know Jazz brought them up first, but you could have handled that better. Or at least worded it differently. You know full well that Jinx has a much farther audial range than most. And you have no excuse, when it comes to her symbiotes, everybot including the Decepticons know how far she'd go for them. It shouldn't come as a surprise that she attacked you."
Ironhide was nodding along with what Ratchet said. "Guess that does make sense," Ironhide poundered aloud. "She treats them as though they are her sparklings."
Ratchet wanted to slap Ironhide so hard at that moment. 'How could he have not noticed by now?' Ratchet thought to himself. He however refrained from slapping the hard helmed mech and just nodded in confirmation with what Ironhide had said.
"That would be because they ARE her sparklings." Ironhide's helm snapped from where he was watching the femme to the medic so fast he could have broke his neck cables, his optics wide with disbelief and surprise. Ratchet only nodded to what the mech was likely thinking.
"When the first surprise happened, aka the start of Silverstriker, Jazz had forced Jinx to come to the medbay because she was almost constantly in recharge but continued consume twice as much energon she would have needed during a full cycle of activity. When I first scanned her nothing unusual was detected, but when I did a more indepth scan, I found an increase of energon usage in two areas, her spark and her gestation chamber." Ratchet explained.
Optimus looked intrigued though Ironhide looked thoroughly disturbed. Ratchet exvented. "To put it simply," Ratchet began. "Jinx' symbiotes are literally apart of her spark. A small fraction that broke off and grew into its own full spark."
"But that's impossible!" Ironhide interjected. "Sparklings are made when two bots interface and merge sparks, or the Allspark creates them then they are given to a family unit." Ratchet nodded. What Ironhide says is true.
"In most cases yes. However, during my studies to become a medic I read about this way of spark creation as well." Ratchet explains. "Although this way is extremely uncommon, it has been recorded a servo full of times. Four cases to be exact. Jinx' case being the fifth time this has been encountered." Now Optimus was really interested, Ironhide not so much but still listened.
Ratchet reset his vocalizer. "We may have gotten off topic, but simply put, you never talk about putting or leaving a sparkling in danger, especially if either of their creators are nearby within audial distance. Even more especially if it is their carrier that is nearby within audial distance, because as you have just learned, they will try to maul you. You are just lucky Jinx knows how to somewhat control herself." Ratchet gives the young Prime a look. "Even if you didn't know they are her sparklings, you do however know that she cares for them very deeply."
Optimus nods. "It was indeed my fault and I should apologise to her,-" Optimus glances over at the femme that was now lying down, looking more calm than earlier but still twitching. "-however… I do not think now is the time to do so." Optimus says, a flicker of fear in his optics. Both Ironhide and Ratchet turn to see why Optimus would hesitate and nod when they see how Jinx was still twitching a little bit.
"Best to leave it for now. I just patched you up, and I do not want to do it again." Ratchet grumbles.
"Besides, for now we should focus on finding the Allspark. If the Decepticons know it is here as well we must move quickly. I fear that with all the technology the humans have, the Decepticons will have an unstoppable force. They will destroy this planet and its people." There is an edge to Ratchets voice as he speaks. It is that edge everybot has come to learn as somebot thinking about their destroyed planet.
Optimus lays a comforting servo on Ratchet's shoulderplate. "I swear on my spark I will not let another planet die because of our war." Optimus rumbles.
Ironhide scoffs. "Why are we fighting to save the humans? They are a primitive and violent race." Disdain clear in his voice. How could he forgive the humans for what they did to the younglings?
Optimus looks off into the distance, clearly remembering another time. "Were we so different?" Optimus asks. "They are a young species. They have much to learn." Optimus acknowledges the humans flaws. "But I have seen goodness in them. Freedom is the right of all sentient beings." Optimus' moto. He looks down, a heavy feeling in his spark. He knows what he must do. However, he also knows the others will not agree with his decision. ~'This is the only way.'~ Optimus thinks to himself. "You all know there is only one way to end this war." Optimus starts. Using the proverb 'all' because he knows both Jazz and Jinx are listening as well. "We must destroy the Cube." Optimus pauses for a moment.
All gathered bots processors stilled in shock. The Cube is their only chance to repair their planet, to bring life back to their home. But they all know that the Decepticons would tear world after world apart to get their servos on the Allspark. All bots looked solemn at the thought of their planet and not being able to go home because it was dead. They knew what their leader said was true. But it still hurt to hear it said aloud.
Optimus continues. "If all else fails, I will unite it with the spark in my chassis." Optimus rumbles out almost hesitant, knowing the reactions his statement would get.
Ratchet interjects immediately. "That is suicide." The hurt in Ratchets voice is clear. "The Cube is raw power. It could destroy you both." Ratchet sounds almost angry now. But how could he not? Both he and Ironhide have known Optimus since before the war, and even before he had been chosen to be a Prime. Optimus is still young by Cybertronian standards. Sure, he may not as young as Bee, but even Jazz is older than him. This decision is one of the worst he has ever mad. Undoubtably Ironhide is thinking along the same line as himself. This shouldn't be the type of decision Optimus should have to make at his age, if ever. But the war has taken everything from everybot. Still, Optimus has and always will stay true to his beliefs. Everybot knows this, including both Ironhide and himself, so they don't say a word to what Optimus says next.
"A necessary sacrifice to bring peace to this planet." Optimus pauses. "We cannot let the humans pay for our mistakes. It has been an honor serving with you all. Autobots, roll out!" Optimus shouts, leaping off the landing with a running start towards the road before transforming. Ratchet and Ironhide following close behind.
Jazz jumped up from where he was leaning against Jinx' side. "We rolling!" Jinx lifts her helm as Jazz practically bounces his way towards the others doing a fancy transformation mid bounce when he reaches the road. Shaking her helm Jinx laughs quietly to herself, pain almost forgotten. 'How can he have so much energy?' She thinks to herself. It reminded her of Lupa's high energy. A pang of pain tore through her spark at the thought of her sparklings. Jinx' faceplates became more serious. Pushing herself up from where she had been laying, she stood tall and proud on all four pedes. 'After this is all over I will come find you my sparklings. Nothing and no bot will stand in my way.' She vowed to herself. Leaping off the landing Jinx broke out into a full out sprint to catch up with the others. 'I promise I will come for you, anybot that tries to stop me will offline.'
A/N YAY! Finally got this done! Thank you guys for being so patient with me I know it took a long time but at least it's finally here! So as you have noticed while reading this chapter that it is written differently than the last five chapters. This is because I wasn't happy with how the other chapters turned out and wanted to make my writing better. When I finish this book (the first Transformers movie) I will be going back and rewriting the other chapters. They will be the same in terms of what they are about, but they will be mostly 3rd person P.O.V instead of how they are now. If you like this new style of writing let me know so I know that you like it. If you don't let me know that too! Tell me why and I'll see what I can do. Also before I go the chapters from here on out will have titles! Finally found inspiration for chapter titles. Anyways that's all I wanted to let you guys know. Next chapter will come out when it does because as you know I'm terrible at staying on track.
Hope you liked reading see you next time!
Oct 30th 2018