"English"
::Comm. link::
{Cybertronian}
[HUD notifications/scans]
::Bond conversations::
:Speaker speech:
"Intercom"
Memories/flashbacks/stasis
{:Ghost/apparition speech:}
(Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, just my OC's)
(Authors Note: Hello my lovely readers! I'm so happy to be uploading another chapter for you all to enjoy. I apologize for the delay but life keeps me busy. I have other stories I've been working on and I had a family issue to deal with recently, but everything is fine now. I hope you all are enjoying the story so far. I look forward to writing more and continuing it further. In the meantime, keep safe and keep writing.)
Chapter 10
As the outside battle continued to wage on, Filly felt her creators send reassuring vibes through their bonds, but it did little to squelch the memories she harbored within her processor. While she felt safe inside Jazz's sparkling hold, she worried for everyone else's safety and mentally cursed herself for not being able to fight or help them. She despised this feeling of uselessness and weakness, but she knew at this stage of her development, she wouldn't have had access to her battle coding and weapon mods yet. That would come later when she reached adolescence. Right now, all she could do was stay hidden. That's literally all a youngling of her age was capable of doing, hence why the youth centers back on Cybertron were easy targets for surprise Decepticon attacks and bombings. At least that's what her birth Carrier told her once when she inquired about it.
Little Filly had never seen another youngling or a sparkling during her time on Cybertron, nor had she seen any upon arriving on Earth. She truly was the last youngling to have survived. That thought made her realize just how vulnerable she was, as well as how uniquely special and important she was to the Autobots. Here they were engaging Decepticons and risking their own safety and lives just to protect her. The thought was touching but also troubling. She hated all this fighting. She hated seeing bots get hurt. She hated worrying about losing her new family. Her optics began to leak when she felt a gentle pulse sweep over her trembling frame.
::It's alright sweetspark. I gotcha an I ain't gonna let no Cons getcha. Yer safe, my lil' spark.::
::I know Baba...I'm just scared.::
::I know baby. But just remember that yer among Autobots now an nobody's gonna take ya from us.::
Comforted by Jazz's words, Filly relaxed and tried to listen to what was happening outside of the sparkling hold, but because the protective chamber was mostly soundproof (which was meant to resemble the same environment as the Carrier's creation chamber and provide a bitlet (newborn), sparkling or a youngling with further comfort by eliminating outside noise that might disturb their recharge and frighten them), she couldn't really hear anything other than the gentle humming of Jazz's spark from within it's casing.
Feeling a sudden wave of exhaustion hit her, Filly was soon lulled into recharge by the slight rocking of the sparkling hold mixed with the gentle humming of Jazz's spark.
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-Later-
Upon requesting a ground bridge after their brief battle with the Decepticon Seekers, the Autobots were ordered to report to the Med Bay for examination and treatment. While Prowl, Jazz and Smokescreen were uninjured, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were a bit dented here and there.
"For the love of Primus, can't you two go one fragging mission without an injury?!" Ratchet growled at the terror twins as he worked on popping out their dents and patching up their mesh wounds.
"Hey, if you think we look rough, you should see the other guy," Sideswipe smirked.
He rolled his optics, "Dare I ask?" The CMO suddenly noticed the absence of their smallest member, "Where's Filly?!"
"She's safe, Doc Bot," Jazz gave him a reassuring smirk. "I got 'er in my sparklin' hold for safekeeping," he placed a servo over his chest where his sparkling hold was located. He then slightly retracted his armor, allowing Filly to gently roll out into his awaiting servos. "Here she is, safe an' sound."
The tiny femme emitted an involuntary yawn and rubbed her optics as they adjusted to the bright lights of the Med Bay. "What's going on? Did we win?"
"We sure did sweetspark," Sunstreaker replied with a fond smile at her cuteness.
Upon seeing the twins injured, Filly felt her optics leak, "Sunny, Sides, you're hurt…"
Sensing his youngling wanted to be with them, Jazz brought her over and handed her to Sideswipe where the younger twin hugged her close and gently rubbed her back while being mindful of her winglets. "It's alright Filly. Sunny and I are fine. These injuries are nothing compared to what we normally receive on the battlefield."
"Indeed," his brother replied with a faint smile as he gently wiped her tears away with his thumb.
"As much as I hate to agree with these bolt heads, they're right," Ratchet commented as he continued to patch up an energon leak on Sunstreaker's arm.
She looked up at the twins and said in a small voice, "I just don't like seeing any of you hurt."
"Oh trust us bright spark, the Cons are way worse off than we are. They'll probably be grounded for a quartex or so depending how skilled their medics are."
"What did you do to them?" She curiously asked.
"I'm not sure you should know the exact details of our fight," Prowl stated as a matter-of-factly.
"Oh come on Prowl, she's gonna find out sooner or later," Sideswipe noted, to which the SIC was about to interject when he felt Jazz send him reassuring vibes through their bond.
With a sigh he caved, "Very well, but please leave out any graphic details. She doesn't need to be traumatized further."
"We would never fill her innocent processor with such violent graphics," Sunstreaker assured.
"See that you don't. Now, if you all will excuse us, Jazz and I should brief Optimus on the surprise attack." He looked over at his daughter and asked, "Will you be alright staying here while we speak with the Prime?"
She nodded, "Yea, I'll be fine. Besides, I've got Uncle Smokey, Sunny, Sides and Ratchet here with me, so I'm safe."
A small smile crossed his face, "Indeed you are little one. With that being said, we'll be in the briefing room. Just Comm. us if you need anything."
"Okay Papa." She then watched her creators exit the Med Bay before she looked back at the twins and asked, "So what did you do to the Decepticons?"
"Well, Sunny and I took on one of the Seekers while your Uncle and creators dealt with the other two. We took him down with a little move we like to call 'Jet Judo', which means we climb up a cliffside or find some way to get on top of one of the Seekers when they're airborne, and we use our combined weight to bring them down while also inflicting damage to them. But we can't provide further details because we promised not to corrupt your processor." A smirk crossed his face, "But let's just say that we made sure that Con won't be flying for quite some time."
"Did you tear off his wings?" She curiously asked.
Smokescreen stepped over and gently rubbed the top of her helm, "And here we didn't want to tell you the graphics, yet you guessed the outcome."
A shrug was her response, "It was just the first thing that came to mind. As you all know, Seekers rely on their wings for flight and grounding one is the ultimate insult and punishment. I learned all this from Carrier because she was a medic and she wanted me to be well informed of such things."
The older Praxion gave his niece a smile, "Afterglow taught you well. But basically, yes that's what happened."
"So much for not corrupting your processor," Sideswipe chuckled.
She shook her helm and smiled, "Oh no, I'm not corrupted. I'm just good at guessing things."
At her statement, Ratchet emitted a rare chuckle, "Clever femme." He went on with patching up the twins and repairing their mesh wounds, scratches and dents.
Filly was then gently placed in Sunstreaker's lap where she hugged him and rested her helm on his chassis. The older twin wasn't one to openly show much affection, but he made the exception with Filly. He simply adored her and loved that she thought so highly of him and his brother. He gently hugged her and rubbed the top of her helm while she softly started to emit a purring sound, making him smirk.