Making Things Right: Part 4
The begining of the final Operation on Endport, the Maximals are forced to find a way off the planet, to try and salavage Justice. However they will face one of their toughest taskes along the the way, Fighting one of their own...
PART FOUR
Phyphen stared at the female bot - she didn't know what to say. Or whether to trust her or not. Phyphen took a step back - just on the safe side.
"Th-thank you ... I guess I was a little in over my head." Phyphen paused and took a deep breath, to regain her composure.
She sighed, smiled up at the bot and extended a hand in a gesture of friendship. "What are you called? I'm Phyphen."
"Sorry 'bout putting you in danger. I was in a bit of a hurry." Phyphen laughed in spite of herself.
"By the way . . ." the young bot paused anxiously, "You wouldn’t happen to have any food on you, would ya? I haven’t eaten in forever!"
Phyphen looked up at the female bot who was smiling.
“Uh, where am I?” Asked Querion, rubbing his head.
The possum-bot took a moment to finish fiddling with some screws and bolts on some canister device and set down his tools. Pulling his goggles back up to his forehead, he looked up at Querion.
“Your on the Xavier. It’s our ship. You got kinda slagged out there, so we brought you out here. It wouldn’t have been safe for you at a public facility.” For some reason, Retro seemed subdued. Either from the whole business of the spark consuming monster that had been inhabiting Relic, Retro had been keeping up on the news feeds from Dedlis.
There was perhaps something else, Querion realized that the small bot may have been siting there, listening, for quite some time. Maybe he heard him dreaming. Talking about his personal life seemed to depress those listening most times. (I’m guessing on that, cause it would prolly depress me to hear about all the crap he’s been through)
“And…-“
“Timber?”
“Yea, how’s she doing?”
Ret looked back down at his contraption for a moment. “We repaired her.” He said, scratching idly at the device with his finger. “But we haven’t been able to wake her up yet. She’s sleeping in my room if you want to go see her.”
“And… Relic?”
“He’s right over there in the chamber next to yours if you want to take a look. He took a lot more damage than you. And I set the lights in his chamber up to full and I’m keeping an eye on him, just in case.”
"Come on. Let's get out of here first." As soon as Mimi reached for her hand the alram in the building sounded. Rhapsody apperaed behind the two yelling to hurry and get out. BUt stopped short seeing Phyphen.
"Who is She?"
"SOme maximal, she needs our help."
"ALright bring her, lets go!" Rhaposdy took of down the cooridor as Mimi helped the new girl up and they sprinted out of the pred HQ.
"Don't worry i will give you something to munch on when we get away from the building." Mimi smiled at the maximal again as they bounded down the alley.
(At the far edge of the planetary system, a lone ship drops from transwarp space....its motive unknown as its pilot, Trapper, reviews some starmaps)
Trapper: this is the system...now to do a planet by planet search until I find the one with the ruins.....
The young bot nodded in agreement, and ran down the corridor after the two Maximals.
'I wonder where they're going? Or for that matter, why were they in a Pred building?' Phyphen brooded over this and similar questions as she blindly followed the two bots. Phyphen protectively placed her hand on the hilt of her sword as she turned a corner. 'I always have my sword' she thought to herself. This seemed to calm her down a bit, but she was still worried.
"What's happening? Why is the alarm going off? Are you guys in trouble or somethin'?" Phyphen hollered over the screaming alarms.
One lone bot stood outside the ship, smoking and thinking about something, "Just one... Think you can take him down?" said the larger, obviously male bot "No problem at all." She walks out of the underbrush, her hips swaying as she walks, looks at Burnout and says, "Hi cutie!!"
Burnout leaned off the side of the hull and ground his smoldering cigarette into the ground with his heel.
“Uh, hi.” He said with a hesitant smile. “What’s someone like you doing out in all this? It’s really dangerous out here.”
Looking more concerned than interested in the female, the fuzor moved toward her while looking around for danger.
Suddenly the femmebot opened her mouth and let out a devestating shreak. Burnout crumpled to the ground, she motioned to the other bot, and then ran to the ship to break in.
{still on the outer rim of the planetary system completely unaware of the ongoing events, Trapper's scanners pick up massive transformer and predicon signatures}
Trapper: huh....better send an all freqeuncy transmition, (he begins his broadcast) Attention all maximal forces in range of com transmission, My ship and I require a stop and some fuel, please make response and contact me for varication of exact corrdinates, I am now transmitting my location!
{Trapper relaxes, he thinks that the presence of a transformer settlement could make his search much easier....he has no clue to what he has gotten himself into}
Mandrake was none the worse for wear for a bump on the chin, and the steely ankylosaurus only grunted when the femme stuck her head out. Hmmm, pretty, but young. Untried. So why...? He would have arched an eybrow, if his face were capable of that movement. "What is a communications ship doing out in the middle of nowhere when there's a city with superior tech not seven miles from this position?"
"You brought us back here?"
"Naturally."
"Thank you. Now, may I umm..."
"See them? At your pleasure," Retro shrugged, pointing towards the row of CR chambers behind him.
Querion walked down the narrow aisle, and with a hand, he wiped off the layer of grime on the panel of glass. The wolf-bot's hard features softened as he caught sight of Timber, unmoving in that metallic cage, peaceful and serene. His fingers lingered over her chamber, as he moved over to Relic's.
There was a stark contrast between the two. While the she-wolf seemed at ease, the assassin was fidgeting uncontrollably in his chamber, twitching and convulsing every once in a while, occasionally snarling at nothing. The swordsman's heart was heavy. His friend had appeared to be free from the hold of the dark "thing" that possessed him, but an even bleaker future beckoned. Ancient Cybertronian law gave no quarter to spark-devourers, and Relic had done just that. Querion blinked as he recalled one incident in a distant past, of one spark-devourer who was put to the sword, by his own sabre.
The very sabre lay in two pieces on Retro's work-desk, undistinguishable from the other pieces of grey junk. The swordsman picked them up, inspecting them.
"Want them repaired? I can do something to-"
"No. I have something else in mind for them. Something less... bloody."
Retro cocked his head. “Bloody? What do you mean blood-”
“Excuse me....” A gentlemanly voice interrupted. Querion looked around wary the unseen owner of the voice. However, Retro raised his hand toward the warrior, indicating no cause for alarm.
“What is it Dedlis?” The marsupial asked.
“I think there’s something that requires your immediate attention.”
Querion was just figuring out what Dedlis was, when he suddenly gave Ret an inquisitive look. “The ship... thinks?”
Retro chuckled, he’s have to explain later.
*****Outside*****
“Easy as pie!”
The outer doors slid open with ease and Tundra gave her brother a smooth smile.
“Good work. Lets go.”
The two made their way into the Xavier and immediately realized it wasn't any ordinary ship. There were no lights, yet the walls seemed evenly lit. Tundra was trying to find a console to interface with, but ever since they got in, there were none to be found.
As they took another turn, Vinoc suddenly struck something and nearly fell over. Tundra stopped a little ways behind him and frowned.
“What is it?”
“I think I hit something.”
The femme reached out and pressed her hand against something that didn't appear to be there. As she pushed harder, the corridor ahead seemed to bend and distort in a cone pattern around her hand.
“Ohhhh crap. We gotta get out of here!” Tundra exclaimed.
“What is it?”
“Force fields!”
The two turned to run in the opposite direction, but ran face first into yet another invisible wall.
“That’s it!” Vinoc shouted as he armed his missile launcher.
“I wouldn't do that if I were you.” A voice said from behind them. Spinning around, on the other side of the force field stood two bots, one small and another mean looking. Retro continued. “I don't know what it would do to the force field, but I’m sure it would hold long enough for the explosion to BBQ yer asses. How bout you tell me why you two are trying to hijack my ship?”
“You wish Ret.”
The siblings once again spun around to face Burnout, standing on the other side of the opposing force field, holding his head. “This is my ship. But my little buddy asked the right question. And if I don't get the right answer..... I’ll have my ship do something bad to you.” He tilted his head up. “You CAN do something bad to them, right?”
“Security systems were one of the many things I’ve optimized.” Replied Dedlis. “Yes, I can do something bad to them.... if you wish.”
Satisfied with the lengthy answer, Burnout smiled at the intruders, his point made.
{having not been recieved any confirmation hails, Trapper begins to question his prolonged waiting, deciding to simply land his ship in an inactive region of the planet and take off on foot or the hoover pads present in his beast mode}
Trapper: set transwarp jump to over atmosphere....set and activate.
{in a flash he was over the planet with maximal and predicon signatures abroad.....he lands his ship quickly and quietly, finally stepping out of his ship and into a seemingly unpopulated region of jungle somewhere, he locked down his ship and remote set it to wait for him in a shadowed orbit, his personaly scanner activate and reset to home in on the nearest previously scanned location of maximal signatures, making sure his energon pistol, not laser, was loaded he converts to his hoover mouse beastmode and speeds off into the dark towards fates unkown}
Trapper: man, my hoover engines are so load I might as well call ahead and tell whoever is out there that I'm coming.....
The three 'bots ran down the corridors until they were facing their exit. There were two gruff Predacons standing in front of the doors - with a look in their eye that meant business. They were both carrying rather large guns. As well as, a third and fourth 'bot who were sitting at the nearby desk, making phone calls and rifling through papers.
The light overhead flickered on and off - almost keeping beat with the screaming alarms overhead.
The male 'bot stepped forward into view, ready to fight. Mimi drew her guns and stood fast beside her partner. Watching the two Maximals preparing for battle; sent a surge through Phyphen as she took a daring step to stand beside the male. She drew out her whip, and settled the weight in her palm.
As this was happening the Predacons were preparing themselves, cocking their guns and cursing at the interruption. The fourth Pred at the desk was radioing for assistance – when Mimi’s bullet ripped through the air and blew up the radio. The startled ‘bot jumped back in surprise and fired a bullet at her head.
The male bot had dove into the midst of this, punching and firing at the Predacons. He had taken down two of the guards. The third Predacon had just reloaded his gun and taken aim at the back of Mimi’s chest – while she was busy with the last Pred; when the smart crack of Phyphen’s whip caught him around the wrist and jerked his gun down just as he pulled the trigger. The Predacon, due to the whip that was wrapped around his wrist had accidentally shot himself in the foot. He collapsed to the ground, and Phyphen leapt at him, drawing her sword and plunging it into his chest. The bot blacked out. Phyphen slowly pulled her sword free, and wiped it on the uniform of the ‘bot she had just wounded.
The three bots looked at each other, then back down at the litter of bodies and mech fluid around them. Phyphen sheathed her sword and stepped towards the doorway, following the two Maximals.
Tundra says "we never intended to hijack your ship, you jacka$$, we needed some food, maybe a place to sleep! We never intended to take your ship. Plus my older brother here is a fugitive from someplace he called the Brig. So we needed a place to hide from them, the forest is pretty much wreaked." Vinoc said, "I think..." She responds " Oh you do, when did this start to develop?" she then says, "Pardon me, this is Vinoc, and I'm Tundra."
As Trapper hurtles through various terrains, he hear's gunfire nearby, stopping and Transforming for a moment to check his scanners, he discovers a nearby complex with many predacon signatures with a few maximal sigs...the location was sheilded and was earlier protected from his scans....this place was closer than the other sigs he had picked up, so he decided to change course, and soon he was outside a complex, being shot at by preds}
Trapper: WHAT THE F*** US GOING ON!!!!
he screams as he dodges fire from the preds and fumbles with taking out his own energon pistol....snatching it from the ground and fireing...since it wasn't a laser weapon, rather an energon projectile, the blast from the first shot startled the preds, giving Trapper the chance to get in close and incapacitate them with his tail sword...he enters the complex and sees a couple of other maximals under pred fire, he fires a shot at the preds....
Trapper: might I offer any assistance?
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