A/N: Greetings my fellow walking-talking beings. I really appreciate the feedback and the new the readers who have favored and followed my story. As always, it means a lot to me.
I am beginning to think of having a specific day where I update the chapters. So far I am considering either Friday or Saturday. It could one time be F while an S on an other. It all depends on what is going on in my agenda. However I'll stick to those two days.
Review responses:
Eyrmia: Yeah adorable isn't it? Gotta love adorable babies, no matter what the species.
adelphe24: Haha, I'm glad that I hit the characters' personalities well. And about Soundwave "falling in love" with Bassdrop...Well yeah I would say that he is growing a soft spot for the little critter. Though such affection is not what is to happen. You'll just have to wait and see ;)
Xemnass: Thank you! I thought it was cute too while I wrote the chapter. I hope you'll like this chapter too.
Guest: Great to know that you like my story so far! Indeed I will update. Here ya go!
Now on to the story itself.
ENJOY!
Oh and by the way, this is where the Autobots arrive! Yay!
::Com talk::
Bumblebee talking
The sun was shining beautifully over Jasper, as it always did. People walked about, minding their own business. Some working and some simply enjoying life. The latter was no stranger to a specific Japanese girl that was further away out of town with a very large companion.
"Come on, Bulkhead! Don't be so boring. Just pretend!" Miko exclaimed and hopped on top of a bolder, trying to pull off one of the many fighting positions she had seen on TV.
"Ugh...Miko I don't think I quite get this...Pretending thing. I mean whats the point? There are no Decepticons around and my radar isn't detecting any life signals." Said spunky-dressed girl groaned and hopped down from the bolder, crossing her arms and pouted.
"I know, that the whole point about pretending. We are pretending that we are in a war-zone an-You know what? Forget it! Lets see what the radio has got on." She smirked and awaited her alien companion to switch his radio on, only for him to ignore her request and seem deep in thought. "Bulkhead?" Miko questioned, curiously.
"Bulkhead?" she tried again, this time sounding a little more impatient.
"Hold on, Miko. I think I might be detecting a signal,"
"Oh boy! Is it a Decepticon?" Miko gasped, excitement on her face once more, only to frown in disappointment right after when her guardian shook his head.
"No, this isn't a life signal. Its something else." He loosened his concentration and walked past the still confused girl. "Come on,"
The girl's eyes widened and a large grin spread across her face. "Yes!" she cheered and quickly ran alongside to keep up with her guardian's much larger pace. After a while of walking they finally came "face-toface" with one of the many giant cliffs that Jasper "provided". Bulkhead tried to pick up the signal again on his sensors. It indeed popped up, but this time a lot stronger.
"Its coming from somewhere around here," he muttered. Miko nodded and looked around, eager to find the source of the signal.
Suddenly she noticed that there were marks on the gravel. As if something large had been dragged across. It seemed to be a few days old, maybe weeks, but it was still there. And very clear.
"Look!" she cried. Her guardian looked down and lightly felt it with his giant servo. He glanced up to see where it headed. He then discovered a cave that went into the cliff.
"Wait here," he commanded. His little human groaned at his words.
"Really? Come on!"
"Just wait here, okay?" Not waiting for a response, the former wrecker slowly stepped into the cave. It was just tall enough for him to simply step into. Optimus or one of the higher-ranking Decepticons would probably need to duck.
After a few more steps his crystal blue optics widened at the sight before him. A ship.
"Awesome!" Bulkhead nearly jumped out of his armor at the sudden voice and looked down to see Miko starring excitedly at the ship with her fists clenched.
"Miko! I thought I told you to-"
"To stay, yeah-yeah-blah-blah," the Japanese girl muttered, using her hand to mock her guardian's scold. "This doesn't exactly seem very dangerous, Bulkhead." Sighing, Bulkhead shook his head and decided to give up on the argument and concentrate on what was before him. He inspected the craftsmanship with curious optics and then up at the still seemingly open cockpit. It was empty and seemed to be specially-made, he had never seen one like it before. But the most important question at the moment was: Who did it belong to? And where is that bot right now?
Finally deciding on what to do, the former wrecker placed his servo to the side of his helm.
"Bulkhead to Autobot base. I think I might have found something."
Mentora woke up by a lively movement within her embrace. Opening her emerald optics she was presented with a very happy sparkling before her. Bassdrop was already wide awake and sitting up on her stomach. He had a wide audio to audio grin across his face as he moved his short arms up and down in all types of random movements. He let out coos and clicks as if he were trying to speak. But his optics were not directed at her.
"Bassi?" Mentora sweetly called, using her sparkling's new sweet nickname that she had made up just a few clicks ago. She sat up and questionably blinked at his "odd" behavior. At her movement and sudden voice, Bassdrop stopped cooing and turned his attention to her. His smile vanished but was quickly brought it back when he noticed that it was his mother who had spoken.
"Who are you talking to?"
Bassdrop's optics went unfocused again and he tilted his head, as if he was trying to listen to something more properly. Suddenly his optics went back to normal and he looked up at Mentora with a sweet innocent smile and lifted his arms in an "I don't know" manner.
Mentora raised an optic-ridge at the gesture but quickly shook it off. Folding her legs behind her, she brought her baby up into her arms and placed a small kiss on his top helm.
Further down in the Nemisis, the control room was held occupied by a single bot. The communications officer. Soundwave.
The usually calm and collected con was seemingly agitated and not as concentrated. He gave his helm a slight shake to calm himself down along with keeping himself awake. Reason why?: He had been kept up nearly all night. By whom?: His newly emerged Guardian and charge spark-bond partner, who was proving to be a complete pain. Not to mention, completely and painfully obnoxious.
Soundwave let out an exhausted sigh. If this was what that femme had to go through everyday, then he had to admit that he was impressed over that her processor hadn't broken down yet. However it could simply be because they were newly bonded and the sparkling wasn't used to having an other bond besides his carrier.
It had been a final decision within his processor. For the sake of the future of the Decepticons. For so many years, decades, millenniums. He had fought along-side Megatron. Just like him, he had been a gladiator fighting in the bloodiest of all rings. Despite his slender figure, he had been one of the great top. His intelligence and skill made up for what bots thought he lacked.
Soundwave smirked to himself.
To bad for his opponents, intelligence and skill was not the only thing he possessed. His slim figure was all but an illusion to vulnerability. Megatron had underestimated him at first, just like every other, but was quick to realize what he was capable of when their fists first hit each other. Through their first mach that had ended in a tie, they had earned each other's respect.
The communications officer's optics narrowed in seriousness.
He had sworn to himself that he would do whatever it took to do what was best for his faction. Whether it was to face a whole Autobot army by himself or even kill one of his own comrades (Not that that was much of a problem for him). However in this case, it was to spark-bond with a sparkling.
He had hesitated first at the mere thought. When Starscream had mentioned it, he had concluded that it would have been both a decent and reckless idea. For indeed the sparkling would grow better with a second supporter. But it would also be risky, being that the femme probably would be able to feel the other connection on the other side of the bond. Being that she was connected to the sparkling herself, she was bound to feel the mutual bond. And from the looks of it, she would definitely not appreciate it. Last sunset however, after the sparkling had inspected his chest-plates, he figured something. The sparkling was attached to him. How?: He was not sure. It could be because he wasn't loud and rowdy like the vehicons, or obnoxious and screechy like Starscream. He was well aware of that he was calm and collected. But so was Knockout. So why him?
Soundwave shook his helm. Sparklings had the weirdest of choices, yet wise in someway. Whatever the reason, he found it was perhaps at best that he chose him; For unlike Starscream or any of the other cons, he would be able to block his connection signal from the femme. Hence him being the communications officer and surveillance chief. It was done, after a quick exchange between his and the sparkling's sparks, it was done. He had created a Guardian and charge bond. However, there were consequences. And Soundwave was not sure for how much longer he would be able to take all the poking, curiosity and attempts of speaking from the other end of the bond. He was supposed to be able to feel what was going on through the femme's as well but she had apparently not on-lined yet and was deeply looking forward to her doing so soon. Hopefully then the sparkling's attention would be directed towards her instead, or at least dividing it.
Once she had on-lined, he had sent direct and very strict orders to the sparkling to be silent. He seemed to comply, however he was met directly with curiosity from the femme's side of the bond.
Knowing that he would be mentally free for a while, Soundwave directed his concentration back on his task. After a while he found something.
"Soundwave, have you detected anything?" Starscream had entered the working area, looking hopefully at the screen. His comrade, who already had known he was there, pointed up at a small blinking on the screen.
"What is it?" he questioned. Soundwave clicked a few buttons on the keyboard and it zoomed in on a few familiar coordinates.
"Isn't that where we found the femme and the sparkling? Why are you showing me this?" To answer him, a small beeping signal appeared that represented the small ship.
"Bulkhead to autobot base, I think I might have found something. It seems to be a ship. Cybertronian."
"Th-the ship. They discovered it!" Starscream hissed. "They will fathom that someone else is here on earth. Th-they will look for them! And if they don't find them...They will surely conclude that we have them!" His eyes went wide, afraid that his recent plan just might collapse. "Why didn't we take it with us and cover its tracks?!" His glare was directed at his silent comrade, accusing him.
"Leave that scrap-heap there. Its not our dilemma." Starscream gapped at the sound of his recorded voice. Recalling his very words. He grunted in anger and gave his helm a rough scratch.
"We will have to go pick it up before they do then." he paused. "Assemble a group of vehicons and prepare a Groundbridge for the coordinates. We will have to be prepared to fight our way to the possession of that ship."
::Too risky:: Having the communications officer to com him was rare, only if he had more than a few words to say would he use it.
"What do you mean by too risky?" Starscream questioned his comrade, waiting to see what would be written to him in his com-box.
::It has already been discovered. Pursuing them would only alert them that their suspicions were correct. We need to lay low on our profile. They will possibly grow far more persistent and determined to come find us even more. Whether it would be to miraculously discover our coordinates or enter through one of our Groundbriges. We will have to hide the femme and sparkling until they inquire themselves to search elsewhere.::
Starscream hummed as the words processed. "Hmm...You're right, that would indeed alert their suspicions. In case there would ever be an inevitable case where the Autobots discovered our ship coordinates, then they would supposedly try and search for them..." He looked down in thought.
"Improve the brigs security systems. Hide their signals even further." The jet-con slowly clanked his way out of the control room with confident strides. "Looks like the sparkling's second check-up will have to wait." he smirked.
Jack Darby sighed through his motorcycle helmet, creating a temporary fog. Arcee had been silent for most of the trip to the base. He had asked her why but she only answered with "A bad memorial dream".
The pair drove through the long tunnel until they finally came to the large area that was known as the Autobot base. The teen boy hopped off his Guardian and stepped away to give her space to transform. The blue motorcycle rose up to reveal a powerful yet lovely looking femme-bot. She took a deep vent and turned her gaze to the main hangar where all her comrades seemed to have gathered together.
Jack jogged to his fellow human companions that stood close by their own guardians. Miko and Raf were half talking to each other, Miko doing most of the talking though.
"Hey, guys. What's up?" the eldest human questioned. Miko smirked smugly at him and pointed behind him.
"Why don't you see for yourself?" He did and was presented with a ship. His eyes widened and was temporarily surprised, wondering how he hadn't noticed it sooner. It nearly reached the top of the base, making it impossible to fit through the tunnel, leaving him wondering how they had even gotten it in the base in the first place, but then remembered the usage of Groundbridges.
"What's with the ship?" Jack gapped. Once again, Miko smirked with that smug look.
"Bulkhead and I found it in a cave. Cool isn't it?"
"I am more interested in knowing who it belongs to..." Raf mused.
Ratchet and Bulkhead were inspecting it, inside and outside. Both were deep in thought and hummed at its controls and design.
"Ratchet, Bulkhead. What do you make of it?" Optimus asked with his ever-so-deep and powerful voice.
"From the looks of it," Ratchet began, "-there is no mistake that its definitely Cybertronian. However, it doesn't seem to be quite done. The boosters are not upgraded enough to make a long distance trip fast enough. Whoever made it must have been in a rush, to leave the planet perhaps. And there doesn't seem to be any insignias anywhere."
"Wait, so you mean the bots who built it were refugees?" Arcee, gasped. "But wouldn't that make them neutrals?"
"I believe so." the medic sighed, "This ship was specially built for two bots. It's a shame for them both though; Trying to escape, only to arrive where the war continues. The boosters were far to slow."
"But...Then where are they?" Bumblebee beeped.
"That, is the question, Bumblebee." Ratchet sighed. Further down by the Autobots feet, Miko pondered.
"Hey! What if the Decepticons took them?" Everyone's attention was on the Japanese girl. They all frowned.
Optimus who had remained silent, taking all the information in sighed. His war-worn optics pinging with worry. Though he held his promising leader composure.
"That could be a possibility, Miko." Optimus stated, "Though I will have hope remaining within my spark that that is not the case. We will have to go out and search for them. Neutral civilians are at stake here, my comrades." He stood straight, "Roll out!"
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