Transformers Fan Fiction ❯ Fragments of Allspark ❯ Autobots Assemble ( Chapter 9 )

Chapter 9: Autobots Assemble

 

The vast expanse of space was starting to dishearten the small group of Autobots. After the last assault by Megaton and the Decepticons, only Hot Rod, Wheeljack and Bluestreak had escaped with their lives. The five who had left for Earth were lucky to get away, and Wheeljack hoped they didn't expect a huge reunion. Prime would be so furious when he found out that only three had survived. Wheeljack had been glad for Hot Rod and Bluestreak's antics on the long journey. The transformers got along so well, and Wheeljack almost felt like their caretaker. His hearty personality helped as well, often laughing and making jokes of the other two. They had only a small, half-working ship for the duration of space travel, and the frustration could have just as easily crept amongst them and been their demise. All that was almost over now, as the blue planet called Earth loomed larger in their sights.

 

Wheeljack was a kind transformer, and incredibly brilliant. Like those of a superior intelligence, he was slightly odd. The Autobot tended to stare at nothing for long periods of time and burst out into laughter at the most inconvenient moments. But others tolerated him, and most enjoyed his company. Well, at least the two who shared his company now did. The two were so alike; they could have been twin-bots. They enjoyed causing trouble and mayhem, but knew how to settle down when it counted. The only difference in the two was that Bluestreak was more of a pacifist, and Hot Rod dove into any battle opportunity that arose. Bluestreak got his disdain for warring from Wheeljack himself. He had been the young transformer's mentor almost since his creation. Currently, Bluestreak and Hot Rod were firing missiles at approaching meteors, and giggling every time one crumpled into dust. Wheeljack laughed and joined the two, but his face fell at what he saw.

 

 

“You both realize that this ship will not likely make it through this meteor field, right?”

“Yes, Wheeljack, I've already gotten the last two pods ready for launch. I can hold on to yours as we aren't very far from Earth now.” Bluestreak said.

“Yeah, don't worry, old timer. We are having fun now because we won't be able to soon enough, on the final leg of our journey.”

Wheeljack shook his head. Those two were idiots, delighted in the prospect of getting to see something blow up, no doubt.

“How did you decide who got the pods? Why can't I just hang on?” he asked suddenly in protest.

“You're too old. Plus we already flipped a coin for it, so just deal.” Hot Rod teased.

They turned and looked at Wheeljack.

“Let's get going then,” Bluestreak said as a meteor bumped the ship gently. It would not be so gentle later. Hot Rod and Bluestreak stood, faces hard with determination, and Wheeljack nearly threw up his arms in frustration. Their creator's must have bestowed more than one crazy identity in each of them.

 

 

The pods jettisoned and speeded quickly towards Earth. Bluestreak held Wheeljack's pod and it slowed him. The first pod slowed as Hot Rod hesitated.

“Go on Hot Rod, we will find you on Earth. Just meet at the last coordinates of Prime's signal.” Wheeljack said over the intercom. Hot Rod gave thumbs up and sped on ahead. Nothing short of nothing held that kid back anyway. Bluestreak watched his friend enter the atmosphere of Earth from a few thousand feet back. The flames instantly enveloped the small spacecraft and Bluestreak knew he was in trouble. The atmosphere was penetrable, but dangerously so. There was no getting around it, though; he only hoped Ratchet was still alive to fix him when this was all over. Wheeljack went forward with a good bit of coaxing by Bluestreak, and the young Autobot gasped as heat took him over, his sensors all sounding in alarm. Wheeljack winced, this was hard, but they needed to get to the others. Ratchet would fix Bluestreak up once they got there.

 

The fire got more intense and the turbulence more violent. Hot Rod had already jettisoned out and landed somewhere close to the coordinates Prime beamed, but Wheeljack's course was thrown off by his tail. Bluestreak had his battle shield down and it melted that way, which was for the better anyway, seeing as his oculars would have been molten by now. His hands softened first and melded into the pod's side. Somewhere behind them came a distant explosion as the transport ship was torn apart by the meteor shower. He felt himself loosing consciousness and prepared himself for the worst as his shoulders started to drip searing metal.

 

A whoosh of cool air greeted them as they left the atmosphere. Bluestreak was badly melted, his molten metals cooled instantly and thusly, his arms were stuck outward. His hands were now inseparable from the pod and he doubted he could walk. The feet supports seemed to be missing entirely. With a sigh, Bluestreak brushed it off. He was just glad he was alive to see his lost comrades again.

 

Hot Rod looked at the ground, a guilty expression adorning his face.

“…and then they entered the atmosphere behind me. We didn't know it would be so bad to enter, and we just lied to Wheeljack to get him into a pod. Bluestreak wouldn't shut up until I agreed to take the other one.” His foot drew circles in the dirt. Hot Rod was finally able to tell them the story of his journey (however boring, as they had just drifted in space for years without serious interruption) when Bumblebee left to bring Aria to the humans.

“I don't even know if they made it…” he trailed lamely.

“Of course they did, son, and they will be here soon.” Ironhide said reassuringly.

“-Sooner than you think.” Prime said quietly. He had not seemed to be paying attention and surprised everyone when he spoke. Their gazes followed his pointing finger as a strange shape appeared over the rise of the small hill a distance from their bunker. Wheeljack waved wearily, Bluestreak hoisted on his shoulder.

“Curse it, damnit, curse it! I don't have enough parts -left- to fix anyone else!” Ratchet flung a tool down and stalked into the bunker to pick through his well-stocked spare parts. The only thing he hadn't been able to fix was Prime's ocular. Earth didn't have technology so sensitive, so Prime still only had half his vision.

 

Hugs, friendly slaps and several handshakes later, and Bluestreak forcefully detached from the pod, found the transformers sitting around the bunker as Ratchet worked quickly on Bluestreak. Prime let Ironhide relay their story, and was glad no one wanted him to say anything profound. He was so worried about Bumblebee, and consumed with guilt, that he didn't trust himself to speak much. Several hours later, Bumblebee did come back, but if he was surprised by the sight of two more comrades, he didn't show it. He really didn't care at all, actually.

“It's done. I'm going back for her in twenty years; I don't care what you say.” He opened his chest cavity, ripped out his shard of Allspark and flung it to the ground. Bumblebee turned and walked outside, sitting on top of the small hill, his yellow armor awash in moonlight. Prime stopped Wheeljack from going to him.

“He is not the transformer you remember, my friend.” Twenty years was going to pass by slowly, Prime agonized.

Bumblebee hid his head in his arms and a small wail of grief was heard by them all, carried on the night's wind.

 

And pass slowly they did.

 

 

 

 

 

The End of Fragments of Allspark.

 

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Part two: Fragments of Memory, coming soon.

 

A/N: I hoped you all enjoyed Fragments of Allspark; part two will start just as soon as I finish the last Harry Potter book. Mwahaha, had ya going there, didn't I? Now for a little crack-

 

Rather than go into several details cataloging every step of Hot Rods journey to Earth, I'm going to skip it entirely. It's mostly boring and full of self-discovery and angst anyway. I'll cover it later in a spinoff. It's called “Fragments of Crack” so look forward to some awesome humor. I also didn't want to write twenty years of Transformer-be-bored chapters, so that will be covered, quite hilariously in the spinoff as well. Prime develops an addiction problem, Bumblebee goes Emo and paints himself black, Ratchet and Wheeljack experiment with humans, Ironhide single-handedly stomps out terrorism, Oh, and Hot Rod and Bluestreak get high-speed internet, and learn all about torrent sharing. =3