Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers Prime. I only own the OC George Edwards/Bladewolf Prime.
"Hey, they're waking up!"
That was the first thing I heard as I felt my vision returning. I groaned and sat up, Bumblebee doing the same on an opposite berth. Ratchet turned to us and spoke to Bumblebee.
"You already lost your voice box, and your T-Cog! Were you planning on adding your spark to the list?!" Ratchet said rhetorically.
"Primus, I'm useless!" Bumblebee slumped.
"Don't say that, Bee. You're not useless!" Raf quickly said to his guardian.
"Look, I hate to break up the pity party, but the Decepticons just added unknown Iacon pay grade number 2 to their armory." Arcee said stepping in.
Optimus walked up to us before saying, "Neither blame nor praise will modify past events. But we cannot afford to take further unnecessary risks." He turned to Bumblebee and said, "Bumblebee, you are not to leave our base. Not until we can retrieve your missing bio mechanism."
"So..." Cliffjumper walked up to me with a smirk. "Was the drop fun?"
I gave him a dry glare. "You're called Cliffjumper, how about you go jump off the cliff."
"Ouch." Cliff chuckled.
Arcee then walked up and slapped the back of my helm.
"Ow. I deserve that." I admitted.
"You deserve more than that for putting yourself and Bumblebee in danger, especially when Bumblebee doesn't have his T-Cog." Arcee said with a stern look, hands on her hips. Normally I'd find her anger a little hot, but when it was aimed at me... It was scary.
"Yeah, I know." I lowered my helm, guilty that I could've risked Bumblebee's spark while he's vulnerable. "We had to chase after Knockout and he managed to make me slide off road and off the cliff."
"Probably should've went jet mode then." Cliffjumper suggested unhelpfully.
I have him another glare. "You are not helping right now, Cliff."
Arcee still glared at me. "Next time you get a stupid idea like that, inform me so I can slap it out of you."
"Yes, mother." I said with a roll of my optics. Arcee narrowed hers and I smirked at her.
Okay, so Ratchet had the idea of performing surgery, removing his T-Cog and giving it to Bumblebee. Which is why I was in the main hub of the base where Red Alert, Firestar, Arcee, the kids and myself were in the presence of Ratchet giving his T-Cog to Bumblebee. But it wasn't as easy as you may think.
"Obviously, since I am the other patient involved, I am unable to perform surgery. Therefore, 1 of you must serve as my proxy while Red Alert assists in the surgery." Ratchet said then turned his gaze over to Firestar who looked a little uncomfortable.
"Ratchet, as with the extensive medical training I have, I'm no doctor unlike you or Red." She explained.
"True, however given your medical knowledge in search and rescue you would be the best candidate." The CMO replied.
"Ok true, but I've brought wounded in for you to operate on for how long, Ratchet? But being the one to operate you is no pressure at all." Firestar said with a lace of sarcasm at the end showing how nervous she really is.
"Firestar." I said getting her attention. "As long as you're behind the knife and not under it you'll be fine. Besides, Red Alert is right here with you. He'll guide you on what you have to do."
"Ratchet took me through the same process when I was merely starting to learn. You'll be fine, Firestar." Red Alert assured.
"Does this mean that Bumblebee's gonna transform into an ambulance and be all cranky? Cause that'll be weird." Miko remarked which made Arcee and myself raise an optic ridge and an eyebrow at her at how weird that sounded.
Ratchet and Bumblebee were soon ready for surgery and were both on the berths in the medical bay.
"Inducing stasis." Firestar announced as she then put Ratchet under.
"Thank you Ratchet." Bumblebee said to him.
"You can thank me when this is… over." Ratchet replied as he was then put into stasis.
"Ok Bumblebee, your turn." Firestar said to the young scout. But before he could go into stasis, alarms started flaring inside the base.
"Ratchet's flatlining!" Miko panicked.
"No he's not." I said as I walked over to the computers and saw what it was. "It's another Iacon alert. Looks like the Decepticons unearthed another relic."
"Autobots, prepare to roll out!" Optimus declared. Firestar had a wave of relief washed over her. "Except for our patients." Optimus added as Bumblebee sat back down on the berth. "It would be best to interrupt stasis. George, remain here."
"Understood, Optimus." I nodded before activating the Groundbridge and the rest of Team Prime drove through it to the intended destination and the bridge soon shut.
It was quiet at the base for about 10 minutes until I got an incoming call from Fowler and answered it. "What is it, Fowler?"
"George, got some breaking news! I just received access to satellite imagery which points to the base of operations of M.E.C.H." Fowler informed me. I narrowed my optics, looks like I'd be paying M.E.C.H. a visit.
"Send me the coordinates." I said.
"What?! Do I hear a Fuzor in need of voice box repair?!" Ratchet called almost like he was drunk or high.
"What is going on over there?" Fowler asked me.
"I am able! Just ask Bantor, he was all mandril before I... put a tiger in his tank!" Ratchet then went back under. Fowler gave me a concerned look and I shrugged.
"Ratchet's had too much Energon to drink." I said in an attempt to explain. "Send me the coordinates, I'll handle it from there."
"Will do." Fowler said and the call was cut before the coordinates were sent. I thenpbut in the coordinates and started activating the Groundbridge when Bumblebee walked up to me.
"I'm going with." He said.
I shook my helm. "No, 'Bee. I'm not affording what happened last time to happen again. And this is M.E.C.H., it'll be worse if they take us both down."
"You do know I'll just follow you, right?" Bumblebee pointed out with a deadpanned look.
I sighed, "Why do I bother arguing? Fine."
I opened the bridge and we ran through it. We came out into a forest area near a warehouse that looked abandoned.
I looked at Bumblebee. "Go through the front and get their attention, I'll come in through the back. We need to catch them off guard enough that we have the advantage. We can't let M.E.C.H. capture us both and get more of our biology."
Bumblebee nodded and went for the front of the warehouse and I snuck to the back and found a door which was locked. I looked around before transforming my arm into a silent cutter and sliced the lock open before activating a cloaking device to get in unnoticed.
When I was inside, I heard the sound of gunfire and things being smashed, meaning Bumblebee started without me, I rushed to the area where M.E.C.H. was and saw Starscream and Bee in a standoff, not moving whatsoever.
"One step and your precious Bio-mech is scrap." Starscream snarled with a smirk.
"Give that back or else I'll-!" Bumblebee threatened.
"Or else what, you'll shoot? How sad to be incapable of achieving vehicle mode, experiencing the sensation of speed. How very pathetic. To be a failure as an Autobot." Starscream mocked while keeping his smirk up. He then froze upon hearing the sound of a gun powering up.
"I'd give the T-Cog back, Starscream... before I do the whole universe a favor and snuff your spark." I growled.
"A-Ah, George, or Bladewolf is it?" Starscream stuttered as he looked from me to the gun aiming at his face. "No need for violence."
Bumblebee took this chance as he rushed at Starscream and punched him, sending his T-Cog flying and he went to catch it. Starscream went to fire at it but I tackled him, causing him to miss the T-Cog. I smashed Starscream into the wall then threw him right out the warehouse.
"Grr! This isn't over!" Starscream growled before transforming and flying away.
I looked at Bumblebee who had his T-Cog, checking it over to make sure it wasn't damaged.
"Time to get that back into the 'Bot it belongs." I said with a smile and Bumblebee nodded happily. We then walked outside where we met the rest of Team Prime. "We got the T-Cog before Starscream could damage it."
"Ratchet, reopen the Ground bridge and prepare for surgery." Optimus said to the CMO back at base.
"And thanks to me, Megatron has the forge." Bulkhead said dejectedly.
"What forge?" I frowned.
"The Forge of Solus Prime." Elita said, which made my optics widened. "We wanted to get it because, A. only a Prime can use its power. And, B. because it's yours by right."
"Sorry, George." Bulkhead said dejectedly.
I shook my helm. "I'm not angry at you, Bulkhead. But Megatron is no Prime, so he can't use the Forge's power. It's very well just a hammer to him..."
