Chapter 17:
"So there we were - No communications, low on Energon surrounded by Cons." Bulkhead stooped low and swept his arms, his optics focused. It was as if I could see the purple Cons surrounding him as they charged there cannons, ready to fire. "So what does Wheeljack do?" Everyone leaned forward, thoroughly engrossed by the tale, I tried my best not to look to my left, avoiding eye contact with the Decepticon who had scooted a bit too close for comfort. Bulkhead laughs, "Tell them Jackie!" Bulkhead gestures for Wheeljack to take over, and I flinched, my brain trying to estimate where the best spot is to hide when the Con goes on the attack. The fake stayed silent for a moment, and my muscles tensed.
"Well… what I do best," the Con grinned and pointed at himself.
Bulkhead laughed jovially at the memory. "He chucks his only grenade smack into the primary heat exchanger" He mimed throwing a grenade and grinned.
"Yeah, seemed like a good idea at the time," he said nonchalantly, looking at us.
Bulkhead threw his servos in the air in an exploding motion. "The joint went supernova!" Miko looked so awed I was severely concerned the girl would try a recreation at some point.
"Awesome!" Miko said amazed, and I relaxed a little. I would be amazed too, if it weren't for the fact I was extremely concerned of the giant evil robot right next to us.
"Yeah, I'm still picking shrapnel out of my backside." The Mech rubbed his back in memory.
"I'm not surprised," Arcee spoke up from her wall, "given the size of your backside."
Bumblebee who was standing with his arms crossed buzzed in agreement.
"There it is - Jackie's signature." Bulkhead bent closer to us. "One grenade, one shot-" he looked towards Wheeljack, then did a double take. "Hey, you alright?" He waved his servos in front of "Wheeljack's" face, snapping him out of his thoughts. My eyes narrowed.
"What?"
"You don't seem like yourself," Bulkhead asked concerned.
The Con got up into Bulkheads face, and I blanched. "Well, what do you mean?"
"I don't know. You seem quite," Bulky shook his head, leaning back a little.
The fake shook his own head, trying to focus. "Aw, i've been stuck in a can too long. I should go topside before I get stir-crazy." The "Wrecker" grinned.
"I have patrol in the morning. You can come with."
"Let's go now," the liar looked towards the tunnel to the exit.
"And break up the party?" Bulkhead asked incredulously. "Come on! The gangs loving you! You got to tell them about the battle of Darkmount Pass. I promised," Bulkhead insisted excitedly.
"You tell them. You're better at it," "Wheeljack" insisted a bit aggressively.
His optics fell onto Miko.
"How about if Miko here shows me the rest of your base?" He smiles. A hot anger welled up in me as he singled out Miko. It was surprising to me, but I could see why the emotion cut through the fear. Makeshift can target the Bots, heck even the human military and I wouldn't get angry, if anything I'd be scared out of my mind. I'm not a hero by any definition of the word, I know when i'm far outmatched, but when you target kids? That boils my blood. Miko can't defend herself.
Need you reminding neither can you?
I had a plan bubbling in my brain. Okay, maybe not a plan as much as a goal, to rectify that problem.
"Well, uh, yeah sure Jackie. Hey, go ahead." Bulkhead hesitantly relented. Miko hopped off the crate she had been sitting on.
"Tour starts now. Rachel, come along, then we can do a double tour." Miko said. That got my attention. This was not the time to be finally getting my official tour of the base. Forgive me if I found the company was a bit too murdery for my taste. I needed an excuse to get Miko, Raf, and Jack away from here, then grab what I need. A tour would prevent our escape.
"I'm not sure if-"
"Sure, why not," The Con agreed with a smile, and a chill ran down my spine. Miko looked up to the Bot, and motioned her arms to indicate he should follow her.
"Do you play any instruments? Can you fly? Have you thrashed more Decepticons than Bulkhead?" Miko started her questioning as they walked, the fake Wheeljack behind her, and me trailing far behind reluctantly.
I hated I couldn't do anything to get her away without the Con getting in the way. Still, now that I think about it I could… yes, yes that might just work. Well, at least I didn't have anything to lose if it failed… probably.
Please work.
"Can you shoot? You make bombs, right? What's the biggest explosion you've ever made?" Miko widened her arms making a very accurate representation of an explosion. We had entered the hallway, the corridor familiar to me by now. Heck, most of the rooms I'd seen, I just didn't know what every room was meant for. Miko dismissed the small doors stating it's just for us humans to use before she turned right, down another hall. My eyes carefully watched the Con's back. He was looking at everything, like he was making note of the positions of places, maybe because he was making a map.
I swear if he so much as lays a finger on Miko.
You'll what? Yell at him?
Yesh. I don't have confidence in myself right now. That's harsh. Then again, one wrong move and I can be vaporized, or squished, or squeezed-
I bumped into something hard and fell onto my butt. I blinked rapidly and realized "Wheeljack" had stopped and I'd run right into his leg.
He glanced down at me, and his blue optics pierced me, like a bug being slowly pinned with needles. A bug struggling to get away, but those cold eyes kept it in place. Slowly, slowly the bug breaking itself apart. I chuckled nervously.
"S-sorry. Need to watch my step," I said, choking on the words a little. I rubbed my head. It was fine, if a little sore. I gathered my crutch and stood back up. Miko peaked around the Bot's legs to look at me.
"You okay?" She asked and I managed to nod. I swear I'd scream if I opened my mouth, because the Con was looking at me way too curiously and good God what if things go wrong and what if I mess everything up and what will I do and what if I fail?
Miko gestured to her right and continued walking. "So this is Ratchet's storage for doctor stuff. Bulkhead breaks a lot of his stuff," she quickly explained before turning left. She then turned around and started walking backwards while facing the Con. "How long have you known Bulkhead?" Miko continued her questioning. For once the girl paused to wait for a reply, the silence brought "Wheeljack's" attention. He paused in thought, then slowly answered.
"For awhile kid, met him when he joined the Wreckers."
"So you've been friends for awhile?" the Con nodded, and Miko smiled. Miko turned right, then pointed towards the two large swing doors in the wall. "This is the room where cubes are put. Ratchet says they have to reuse everything they can." The corridor had a strange smell, like copper, electricity, and oil together, which I knew made no sense. It was only a light smell though, not overpowering to the point of being nauseating.
"They can't make new cubes?" the Con asked.
Miko shrugged. "I've never seen it," she looked thoughtful, "then again they don't let us go near any of the Energon," she pouted. That's right, Energon was radioactive, and thus highly dangerous for humans to be exposed to.
Hey wait… how did that make sense if the planet was Unicron? Shouldn't the life on this planet of evolved to take that radiation into account? Or maybe that only applies to dark Energon.
Questions for later.
We turned right and a hallway opened to five garages. This area was familiar to me, this was-
"These are the Bot rooms! Bulkhead's is the one at the end to the left." Miko stood on her tippy-toes and pointed to said room. "Oh, if you're going to stay you can pick out your room! There's one right across from Bulkheads!" then she ran over to the branch that went to the left. "Come on! This is the cool stuff," Miko gestured and ran ahead.
The Con wasn't moving to follow I realized. He turned halfway around to look at me.
"Why don't you come in front? Would hate for you to bump into me again." He said this with no emotion, no smile or smirk to be found. Just those cold optics and a flat voice. There's no doubt that he knows I know something. But surely he can't know I know he's a Con.
Right?
This was just fantastic. Don't panic Rachel, stay calm and…. Be…. Nonchalant. Yeah.
I shrugged. "Sure," and walked past him, the ticking of my crutch echoing in the concrete hallway. As I passed him, the lights shone onto him, creating dark shadows that cast over his face. I couldn't help but notice how easily he could kill me then and there, so when I finally passed him, a great relief flooded me. I turned the corner and I was never so happy to see Miko. Thank God for Miko! I quickly walked besides her, a bit of a wobble in my step due to my slight shaking. Miko waited for the fake who leisurely turned the corner into the hallway.
"There's Arcee's room, I'm not allowed in," despite the frown on her face, the look in her eyes was way too mischievous, "But here! Here's the Bulkhead butt kicking room!" the Con looked confused.
"She means t-the training room," I opted to explain. Why am I opening my mouth?
"But it's used for butt kicking. Bulkhead can pummel any of the Bots. Bet he can even best you," she grinned and looked towards the fake who chuckled.
"I'm sure no one can best me."
My throat constricted. Talk about double meanings, jeez. No, no he would be defeated. I just needed to make sure everything stays the same. That means convincing him I didn't know anything. This nervousness had to go. No if, buts, or what's about it. He wanted me in front so he can watch me better, that much is obvious. Was he afraid I'd go back and warn the Autobots? Had to be, it wasn't like he could be afraid of the little human hurting him. If I could prove I wasn't a threat, maybe I could get to the back again. Then, when we got there I could…
This was a terrible plan, but it's the only one I have. As we continued down the hall, I leaned over to Miko.
"Hey, just how long does this tour take?"
"Why? You're not getting bored are you?" the puppy look she gave me almost broke my heart.
"No! No, that's not what I- what I meant was how far do you think the tour will go. As in, how far are we going, in say, miles?"
She looked at me like I was crazy.
"Don't know, don't care," she shrugged and practically skipped on ahead.
Damn it, I needed that rod.
12
The base was huge. How can so much fit under a rock? It was mostly underground, I knew that, but still, how has this base not been discovered? The Cons should easily have access to military records and bases, on top of the fact they know the Autobots take care of three human kids who all live in Jasper. With this giant facility, it's an easy guess.
Forget that for now. Plan one: Hope the base is larger than five miles. That plan is probably a no-go considering we're already looping back around. Plan two: Get behind Makeshift, somehow enter the storage and grab the rod, hide said rod, get back to the hangar, let the events play out, protect the kids.
With a weapon I don't know how to use…
God, what am I doing?
Something...which is better than nothing, I guess.
I groaned.
"You sure you're okay Rache?" Miko asked in concern, halting in her explanation of the currently in-construction rooms we had just passed. Optics locked onto me, so I rubbed my head.
"Yeah, I think I might of hit my head a bit harder than I thought," I lied. We had just reached the storage rooms, a long hall with many large garage doors. I had seen the hall back when we checked on the Scraplet pod, if I'm remembering correctly. Do you think the Con would freak if I told him we might of missed some?
"Just give me a sec." I excused myself, breathing heavily. It wasn't difficult to fake considering i'm pretty sure I was actually hyperventilating. Miko dismissed me, turning back to our guest.
"This is the storage hall!" Her voice echoed down the poorly lit corridor.
The perfect place to hide a murder.
Not helping brain. I slunk over to a wall just a little behind the Con, standing between the seam of a door and the concrete, as if I was trying to sink into it and disappear. The Con was too focused on Miko to notice, and he passed me.
Okay, I was behind the Con, that's good, until he notices. I sat down on the floor, still trying to calm my body down by taking deep breaths. As I slowly quieted down, my eyes searched. 4B was where the rod is held, if I can get in there, I can grab the magical weapon. The door was like the others, locked down with a keypad to it's right. Said keypad was several feet off the ground, unfortunately far beyond my reach. Was there another way in? No, they'd surely of locked down any other entrances into the stores to protect it from theft.
My eyes focused on a human sized metal door on the opposite wall, just three garages away from where I needed to get into.
No way. There's no way it'll be open. And even if it is, the chances it'll actually lead into the storage room is extremely unlikely. The AutoBots would never overlook a security risk like that.
Still, no harm in trying I suppose.
I looked over to see Miko explaining the contents of each garage to the Bot. As quietly as I could, I snuck over to the door. Waiting for Miko to speak again so I could open the door without the noise being noticed.
"Here was where we have a pod that held Scraplets-"
I pushed opened the door and carefully let it shut again behind me.
I was in what looked to be a maintenance hallway, large tubes hanging from the walls and on the floor. A fine dust permeated everything, floating around in the hot stuffy corridor. Dust on the floor, in the air, dead bugs, on top of the Scraplet.
SHIT A SCRAPLET!
I jumped back, tripping on a wire and falling, my hands automatically covering my mouth to cover a scream. I froze, eyes wide and fixed on the metal body.
… And nothing happened. Slowly, I got out of my huddle to look over at the Scraplet. It's razor maw was agape, and I noticed that while it's eyes were open, they were dark. The thing was dead. Letting out a sigh of relief, I carefully got back up, dusting myself off. Giving the dead Scraplet a wide berth, I continued down the corridor, the terrain difficult to use my crutch in. It branched, one way left, the other right. I took the passage on my left, passing one door, than another, and finally a third. At the forth I stopped. The hot condensation of the room was clinging to my skin as I reached for the handle to the door. I turned it, and ever so slowly opening it. Inside was the hangar I was looking for.
Well I'll be damned.
Taking a mental note to mention the security hazard later, I entered. The maintenance hallway led onto a catwalk that overlooked the large room. It looked the same as the others i'd been in, all concrete and catwalks. From here, I could see the small rod on a large pedestal surrounded by large machines and tools. Multiple cameras pointed at the rod as well, with red lasers protecting the thing for extra measure. There was no way I could get past all of this stuff without triggering an alarm. I looked around the room for any sort of inspiration, when I saw my saving grace. A large yellow crane to my left. If I could grab the rod with the crane without disturbing any of the equipment, I'd be home free… or at least with a weapon to whack the Con with.
Once again. What the hell am I thinking?
As I got closer to the crane, I saw a major flaw in my plan. At the end of the crane was a hook, not a claw. Damn. I didn't have time for anything else.
Well, there is that weird connection I have with the artifact. And it can turn into anything.
Go ahead and use your mystic communication powers on the stick then. See where that gets you. Oh wait, I know! Nowhere.
There's no harm in trying, so I got nothing to lose but personal pride. I closed my eyes and reached out my left hand towards the pedestal. My mind focusing on the rod. Focusing... and waiting...I'm not feeling any different. Maybe I was doing this wrong.
Or maybe you've finally gone insane.
What had I felt when I'd used it before? Well, really I'd only used it twice. Once as a glow stick, and the other time as a bat. I tried to recall what I had done to make it change shape when I'd changed it into a bat. There was… desperation, and… the cool feel of it under my fingers. I had wanted it to turn into something I could smash with. I was so scared it wouldn't change. That I'd be useless in the situation. This time I just wanted it to turn into something that can stand upright with a ring. Maybe like, a cow bell?
With no bell.
Yes, with no bell. Need to stay quiet. So, I felt the cold metal under my fingers, the pulsating blue light, imagining the cylinder shifting into a bell. I opened my eyes and let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding and gasped for air. I felt tired, sleepy, like I could go for a good nap just about now.
I looked at the pedestal and I froze.
The artifact was gone.
Where… how- It was in my hand. It was in my freaking hand. That made no sense, it wasn't there just a second ago, I'm positive. This thing was fucking insane.
And it was a cow bell. Fan-freaking-tastic.
Calm Rachel. Deep breathing, calmness and serenity. Don't think how useful it would of been to know that you could do that before you wasted the time sneaking into a storage room with a Decepticon that's suspicious of you just outside.
Oh shit. There's a Decepticon that's alone with Miko right now!
I turned around and quickly ran back out the maintenance door, through the hallway and back to the door i'd entered from.
I can't magically have a glowing cow bell on me, right so, um… please turn back into a rod small enough to fit into my pocket?
The cow bell melted and I almost dropped it in surprise. The bell dissolved into a small rod the size of my palm.
Wow is this useful.
I shoved it into my left pocket and quietly opened the door.
"-say it does." A gruff voice sounded from the end of the hall. I carefully squeezed out of the maintenance corridor back into the main passageway slowly closing the door behind me. Both had their backs to me thankfully, so I began to walk towards the duo. I was way more confident now that I had something that I can actually use to defend the kids. That Con had it coming if he tried to use Miko as a hostage this time around.
The Con continued behind Miko. "So, uh, any way out of here besides bridging?" He asked still looking around.
"Why?" Miko stopped and turned around looking sadly up at the Bot, who almost stepped on her in distraction. "You're not planning to leave already, are you?" She smiled again and waved her hand as she went underneath the Bots' legs. "Come on, I'll show you, RACHEL!" She yelled down the hall using her hands as a megaphone.
"Here! Coming, one sec," I called out as I trudged to catch up to them. I was tired, and was struggled to keep my eyes open, though focusing on moving my feet helped me continue forward.
"You sure you didn't bash your brains Rachie? You look like a zombie," Miko noted. I walked past the Con to nudge Miko's shoulder.
"I'm fine. Takes more than just a bump on the head to knock me out," I smiled up at the Con and it took all my willpower not to just grab Miko and run then and there with his smirk. "I'll admit though Miko, you have way more energy than a person should have," I said looking back at her and resting my right hand on my heart in a mimic of exhaustion. "That or this is what happens when you don't exercise for a year."
"I was just telling Wheeljack I'd show him the entrance to the base."
"Which one, the elevator or the tunnel?" I asked, knowing full well a Bot can't fit in the elevator.
"Please, like I'd show him the elevator. He has to hear the vroom of his engines as the rock face comes right into his face before lifting! It's so fun!" Me and Miko have very different definitions of fun.
We began walking back towards the hangar, much to my relief. It was the home stretch. If we could get there, the events will play out, I can protect Miko, Raf and Jack, and all would be dandy when the real Wheeljack kicks Con aft.
"So, what was that about you being from another planet?" The fake asked, and a chill went down my spine. Am I just asking for it? Is that it?
"Oh that? Pfft, nothing," I waved my left hand in a dismissal. "I'm just new here too. Is what he meant."
Miko looked at me strangely. "What? It's super cool, not nothing! She's from a mirror verse, like I saw in a show once," she wiggled her fingers.
"Miko, that's definitely not it."
"Isn't it?" She nudged my arm and I looked at her unimpressed.
"No Miko. Alternate Earths just mean that most things are the same except for key differences. In my world there ain't Cybertronians except in fiction."
"Fiction?" The Con asked baffled.
"Oh, uh- what I meant was most things are the same compared to Miko's experiences, which is a metaphor for fiction." What just came out of my mouth? That made no sense. Whatever, go with it.
The Con looked even more lost.
"-ook, I know Wheeljack better than anyone." We overheard Bulkhead as we approached the hangar. Curious, we picked up our pace. Wheeljack passed me and Miko, entering the hangar first.
"Hey. What are you guys talking about?" He asked.
"I was just telling the guys all about you and me at the battle of Darkmount Pass," Bulkhead narrowed his optics, an uneasy tension in the room.
"That's a heck of a story," the fake bluffed.
"Yep. Tell it," Bulkhead glared, pointing a finger in the fake's face.
"Talk, talk, talk. How about after we go off-roading?" Miko rolled her eyes and rolled up and down on the balls of her feet.
"Miko! Stay out of this!" Bulkhead demanded, the outburst surprising us all.
"Bulkhead, easy." Arcee tried to calm the Wrecker down, coming closer to Bulkhead and laying a servo on his shoulder.
"I'm not sure I-"
"Tell it!" Bulkhead demanded, shrugging off Arcee. "Wheeljack's" expression grew increasingly darker, and I stuck my hand into my pocket, ready to pull out the rod when I needed to. The Con sighed.
"Fine. You want to live in the past, Bulkhead?" The "Wheeljack" gathered himself, looking down at us humans who had grouped together under the Bots.
The kids looked at each other at a loss for what was happening, I watched carefully.
"The Wreckers were trapped between a Decepticon patrol and the smelting pit. The Cons were vicious, bearing down on us with everything they had. Me and Bulkhead engaged the enemy, left them for scrap, then I made us a way out using their backsides as stepping-stones to cross the molten metal," His optics went to Bulkhead. "Isn't that how it happened?"
"Yeah. That's exactly how it happened." Bulkhead gave in. "Wheeljack" smirked, confident in his victory.
"Except for one little thing." The Cons optics went wide, I brought my thoughts to the rod under my hand, ready.
"I wasn't there," Bulkhead glowered.
The room grew silent, and I quietly pushed Raf and Jack out of reaching range, going slightly in front of Miko to edge her back. She wasn't having it though, she was trying to push forward, confused by the change in events.
"I'd already left the Wreckers to join up with Optimus," He pointed at the fake. "But, you wouldn't know that if all you did was access Wheeljack's public-service record. "
"Bulkhead, what does that have to do with-!" Miko began to ask before I pulled out the rod and it burst into a scythe just as the Con reached for Miko. I did one wide sweep, and I felt the friction as the blade sliced the cons digits. He pulled his servos away, deciding instead to aim a charged cannon at Arcee as he pulled her into a chokehold. He quickly stepped away from the group towards the groundbridge controls. He jostled his cannon at Arcee as he met Ratchet's optics, the threat clear. Ratchet slowly backed away from the controls.
"Arcee!" Bulkhead called out.
"Stay back, or I'll shoot." Wow that voice was not pretty. It was coarse and rough like a snake. Makeshift turned slightly around to glare at Ratchet, who put his servos up. Arcee, struggled in the Cons grip, but his hold was too tight for the smaller Bot.
"Wheeljack, what are you doing?" Miko panicked, not understanding what had happened.
"Decepticon coward! Face me in a fight!"
"Don't fret," The Con grinned in an entirely too sinister way that looked just wrong on the Wheeljack's face. "Plenty of fighting to come."
"Is there a real Wheeljack?!" Jack questioned.
"Oh, indeed," the Con answered. "And I expect Lord Starscream is making sport of him." The fake typed into the Control panel. "About time," he smiled as he pulled the lever down. The groundbridge powered on, it's swirls of light casting shadows onto the Cons borrowed face as he slowly walked backwards towards the portal. Arcee swung her legs outward to pull them back in for a hard kick, causing the Cons hold to loosen. She jumped out of the Cons grasp, then went for an uppercut under his chin, causing the Bot to fly off the ground
-Just as a but-kicking Wheeljack came jumping through the bridge with a kick to the fakes back, causing the Cons to fly forward past Arcee.
"I'd shut that hole before the stink come through," the look alike Bot warned, drawing out what looked to be two katanas. Ratchet quickly went to the controls to turn it off. The fake got back up slowly, taking out the same swords as Wheeljack. They danced in a circle around each other, facing each others carefully. Bulkhead pounded his fist, ready for a fight.
"Ugly's mine," Wheeljack stuck out his sword to prevent Bulkhead from joining in.
They launched at each other, katana's clashing.
"Which one is the real Wheeljack," Raf asked adjusting his glasses.
"Uh, I lost track!" Miko pointed towards each one before giving up and clutching her head in confusion. My lips pursed together, and I stuck out my scythe to keep Miko, Jack and Raf from getting any closer.
One of the Wheeljack's dodge a slice, both coming together in a clash of blades again and again. The Wheeljack that had dodged, pushed the other into the corner, who blocked an incoming blade. When the other realized he was cornered, he spun around and tried to jump the other Wheeljack, the move failing and caused him to lose a katana. Down to one, the other Wheeljack disarmed him and kneed him in his chest, causing the disarmed Wheeljack to fall to the floor, leaving a pointed katana ready to pierce at the fallen ones spark.
"That's my Jackie," Bulkhead called over his shoulder at Bee and Arcee in affirmation.
Wheeljack, the real Wheeljack turned towards Ratchet.
"You, hit the switch. It's time to take out the trash." The Bot looked down at Makeshift. Bulkhead approached Jackie, he looked at the green brute.
"All yours buddy."
Bulkhead reached down to grab the Con, just as Ratchet reopened the bridge. Bulkhead approached and spun the Con around throwing him into the portal, back to the Decepticon pit he'd crawled from.
Wheeljack looked at Bulkhead impressed. "Nice lob."
"You're injured," I commented staring at the Wreckers injuries. Scratches, and charred marks littered his chest, with a few cuts of bleeding Energon leaking from him. His optics landed on me, but there was no coldness, no warmth either, but that dark coldness wasn't present. If anything, he was curious. I could almost heave a sigh of relief.
Ratchet quickly approached the Bot scanning him with a device he'd gotten from who knows where. The Wrecker tensed, ready to tell Ratchet off, but Bulkhead calmed him down.
"Hey, hey Jackie. Don't worry, this is Ratchet, he's the Medic of the team. Just wants to make sure you're okay."
The ol' Bot spat out a glob of Energon and stared Ratchet in the face.
"I ain't need a Doc. I'm a Wrecker, and as a Wrecker I've handled far worst."
Bulkhead laughed, a bright smile lightening his face.
"That's Jackie all right. No doubt about it!" He slamed his servos into Wheeljacks back, which caused him to flinch, then grin.
"What was that?!" Miko asked still confused. Jack and Raf looked just as lost.
I shook my head. "Makeshift. A Con who specializes in spying by taking the faces of others," I explained. "He was a fake, sent to get the location of the base. The real Wheeljack was taken by the Cons." I let the scythe return back into the rod, and a sudden burst of dizziness rocked my senses, a chaffing pain emanating from my hands. There was explanations and discussion going on but I could barely follow. Instead of trying, I trudged up to the second floor and fell into the couch. Sleep quickly overtook me, with the rod safely wrapped in my arms.
A/N: Whew, done with that for the most part.
So that's pretty much the bulk of Season 1 episode 8 Con Job. Makeshift is no more, and it was a bad decision on his point to try to nab Arcee as a hostage. We also got a bit more insight into how this mysterious artifact works. Guess it can be a bit draining, no? Con Job has a bit of a time skip, as there needs to be time to fix Wheeljack's ship and for him to leave, so one more chapter with Wheeljack before he has to go. As usual, I reserve the right to edit if I see a mistake.
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Comments:
Halo is bad ass: As cool as that would be, the Dinobots are all on Cybertron still, and Predacons are a bit away. Though, who know's what Rachel's interactions with the Predacons will be like? I mean, how would you react if you met a giant robot dragon? It's quite frightening. I haven't watched the new Jurassic yet, but Rachel would probably make a bad decision somewhere along the line and get eaten by a dinosaur :o
Best way to know when a new chapter is out is by following the story, but I try for Sunday's or Monday's
Also Note: I do not own Prime or Transformers, just Rachel. Who's always so lazy and sleepy, what's up with that? Kid's these days.
