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Post by elphie on Jul 19, 2011 21:03:19 GMT -5
I cried when i was writing it.
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Post by Firefly on Jul 20, 2011 17:48:27 GMT -5
Well, I'm not gonna be crying when I write up my piece today XD I'm gonna be LAUGHING. MY. BUTT. OFF.
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Post by elphie on Jul 20, 2011 21:57:13 GMT -5
POST. IT. PLEASE.
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Post by elphie on Jul 28, 2011 21:46:33 GMT -5
“Tell me. It might help.” “You already know,” I muttered. “I know what others have told me.” Elita gazed at me intently. “There are things that we shouldn’t keep trapped inside us. Pain is one of them. It helped me to tell you just now, even though I didn’t think it would. Try.” There were a million reasons I should keep this to myself, firstly that it would be useless to tell and might even make things weird…er. I hated talking about my past. It made people pity me and I hated pity. And telling the partner of my leader—the one Autobot I was trying to hide my story from—was probably not a good way to keep things private. Yet Elita had told me hers, a story that she had hiding for millennia. She had been so good to me these last few cycles…maybe I owed it to her, so she could understand me. Then I realized: I wanted to talk about it. I was sick of hiding what had happened to me. “I had the family that you and Optimus wanted,” I told her. “And it was everything that you wanted it to be—love and happiness. It didn’t last very long. You see, we lived in Kaon.” “The Decepticon capital,” Elita murmured. “Yeah.” I nodded. “There, it was obey Megatron, or die. He was a dictator, a killer, even to his own people. My father refused his rule, quietly. He didn’t lead protests or attacks. He simply wouldn’t conform. So Megatron killed him. One day, when he knew my father would be home, he bombed our dwelling. I was playing in the street and that’s the only reason I survived. My mother, father, and little sister were inside. I couldn’t do anything to save them—I was too small and the fire was so hot that it burned me when I got too close. “I had to get away from there before Megatron knew I’d survived, or I’d be killed, too, as part of my family’s punishment. I stayed at a friend’s house in Iacon, someone my father had known. They pretty much raised me. I decided that I wanted to be a teacher so I could teach the children about the Decepticons and help prepare them for what they might face. I was going to teach math and science. It would help them if they ever had to fight. “I lived in the dorms at the Education Academy for about a year before it was destroyed. I don’t think Megatron knew I was there, so I’m not the reason he attacked it. He wanted to control everything that young Cybertronians were learning, so he took out the core of the education system. I survived that one, too, along with about ten others. I lost a lot of friends that day, and my home—again. I didn’t really have a choice but to enlist in the military as a scout. I had nowhere else to go. I wasn’t a warrior. I had no fighting skills when I first got there—instructors taught me everything. I hated every second of it. I’m not violent. Killing isn’t in my programming. It still isn’t, but now I see that to protect, I have to fight. I didn’t know that then. “I ended up on the team that guarded the Allspark. Optimus said he had been watching me and thought I had the right skills for the job. He was right, I guess. Megatron didn’t get the Allspark.” I touched my throat. “The only thing he got away with was my voice. “Optimus hated himself for what happened to me. He told me that I could choose my next assignment, even if I wanted to dust chips in the Hall of Records for the rest of my life. I asked to be on his team and he let me. It was funny, the others were shocked when I showed up at a strategy meeting. They took me in, though, and I’ve never felt so safe in my life. I knew I would never get bullied or beaten up again. It was a big deal back then. Of course, Ironhide teased me to no end, but he’s like that. It’s all good. “One night, it was cold and no one wanted to do patrols. The team drew straws. Optimus and I lost. It was late at night and freezing cold, and we started talking to stay awake, since we were both tired. I told him about something stupid I’d done at the Academy, something random. It got us both laughing. We were transmitting, of course, on a closed circuit, so nobody else could hear us. Optimus told me stories from waaay—“ I made a hand motion over my shoulder to indicate ‘way—“back. Stupid things that he and Ironhide did that were actually dumber than the stuff I got into. I don’t think he meant to tell me about you. I just listened, and I learned a lot about him that night. That conversation was the only interesting thing that happened that night. We were almost iced over when we inside. We made Jazz and Wheeljack go out, just to piss them off.” Elita laughed. “I think I remember that weather system. It covered half the planet. I bet Optimus wasn’t happy being stuck outside during that.” “He wasn’t,” I assured her. “Anyway, continue.” “I’m glad you remember that storm, because it wasn’t too long after that that Optimus found you, or you found him. Whatever. He seemed whole again. He was happy.” I stared at the floor. “Do you promise not to tell anyone this next part?”
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Post by Firefly on Jul 28, 2011 21:57:20 GMT -5
*screams* WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY??? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO CUT IT OFF *THERE* ?
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Post by elphie on Jul 28, 2011 23:02:33 GMT -5
because I am a B****.
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Post by elphie on Jul 29, 2011 18:14:25 GMT -5
“Of course.” “I look at you and Optimus and I’m reminded of my family. You love each other so much that it almost hurts to see. But at the same time, it’s great, because I know what he was like when you were gone. I’m glad to see him happy. And you, of course.” I continued to stare at the floor. “You’ve given me back a little of what I lost. Optimus doesn’t know that I think that way. He would probably hate it if he knew.” I buried my face in my hands. She tried to pat my back and I cringed away. “Oh…I’m sorry.” “No, it’s not that.” I stayed hunched over. “That physically hurt. I’m not—I’m not totally…” “I’m sorry! I did not realize you were still sore.” Elita stood up. “Time for you to rest. And time for me to go talk to Optimus.” “Don’t tell him what I said!” “I won’t. I’ll only tell him enough to make him stop mentally beating himself.” She dimmed the lights a little. “I don’t think he’ll hate it. I do recommend that you don’t say anything.” “As if I would. As if it would matter.” I curled up on my metal bed. “I’m just a soldier, Elita. A soldier who wishes things were better, and who cares about the person giving the orders. And everybody cares about Optimus.” “I know,” Elita said. “Right. You’re the only person who knows my whole story, except for Firefly. I’m nobody, and I always have been, and that’s the way it needs to stay.” Primus, I sounded like an emo. One of those humans who wear black and slash their wrists. Maybe I could be the first emo Autobot. “You’re too hard on yourself,” Elita said firmly. “You’re not ‘just’ anything, Bumblebee. You’re something. I’m not sure what, but you’re definitely something.” I laughed a little. She laughed, too. “Sleep, little one.” “Mmhmm.” I activated my music system as she stepped out the door. Paramore sounded like good sleeping music. I cranked the volume. “TURN THAT DOWN!” Elita shouted through the closed door, and I grinned. She yelled like a mom.
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Post by Firefly on Jul 29, 2011 23:44:57 GMT -5
I wanna hug Bumblebee. I love him so much. Why can't he be real and be the best guy friend I've ever had??? Not a boyfriend, that'd be weird to say, but a guy friend. I want the relationship he and Firefly have!!!!!!!!!! I would sooo love that right now.
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Post by elphie on Jul 30, 2011 13:05:08 GMT -5
haha, me, too.
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Post by elphie on Aug 1, 2011 22:34:10 GMT -5
About a week after our conversation, I was able to walk on my own for a reasonable distance without having to rest. It was a stretch, but I could do it. First thing I did was visit Optimus, since his room was within my ‘reasonable distance’ measurement. The door was open, as it always was, and Optimus sat at his desk looking at some readout. “Hey,” I said, leaning against the door frame. I was already tired. “Oh, hello, Bumblebee,” Optimus replied, glancing up. “Feeling better?” “Yeah I am. Your room’s closest to mine, so you get the visit.” “You went right past Blurr’s room. His is in the same hallway as yours.” “Okay, of the people I like, you’re the closest,” I admitted. “A conversation with Blurr might leave me in stasis lock.” “I know what you mean. He’s a skilled fighter, but he’s maddening to talk to.” Optimus grinned. “I avoid him at all costs.” “You know, I think he and Firefly would be good together,” I suggested, knowing what the reaction would be. “Only if we want the planet destroyed. Can you imagine if they got into a fight?” Optimus tilted the readout and squinted at it. “Does this make any sense to you?” I drew closer. “No. What is it?” “No clue.” He tossed it onto the desk. “I was hoping you would know.” “Umm, no. Not my area. You could try asking Jazz.” “Good idea,” Optimus agreed, shutting off the tablet computer upon which the readout was written. “Or maybe I will give it to Ironhide and let him deal with it.” We were both ignoring the figurative pink elephant in the room, and we both knew it. I stared at the floor. “I’m sorry,” I piped up suddenly. “Elita told me a little of what happened to you and her in the war. I just wanted to say I was sorry because sometimes it’s good to know you’re not alone. I lost a lot too.” Optimus looked away. I knew him well enough not to take it personally. “You don’t have to say anything,” I hastened to add. “It’s probably better if you don’t, because I’m your subordinate and I’m not suppose to know any of it, let alone mention it. I only mentioned it to let you know that you’re not the only one.” I turned and headed to my room. Optimus didn’t stop me, but my body did. I was flooded with weakness. I stumbled to the other side of the corridor and braced one hand against the wall, shaking my head to clear it. The whole conversation had now retarded and the very person I was trying to help was left staring at me and coming up with what to say when he yelled at me later. I cursed myself mentally. Bumblebee, you idiot. Can’t leave well enough alone, can you? Can’t stand to see someone hurting, huh? Next time, just let your little Spark break instead of doing something stupid! Wow, my self-confidence seemed to be at an all-time low. “Bumblebee.” Optimus Prime’s voice was quiet; I hadn’t expected that. The chair scraped against the floor as he stood up. “Wait.” I turned around to face him, leaning against the wall. Maybe I could convince him to reprimand me after I’d recovered from my over-exertion. Yeah…that’s what I’d tell Ratchet when he found me unconscious. Over-exertion. That’s why I was close to fainting. Optimus came out in the hallway and stood a few feet away from me. “Thank you. Just…thank you.” I nodded slowly. There was no useful response to that. I pushed away from the wall, swaying a little. “I have to go before Ratchet finds out I pushed myself too hard. You know how he is.” “I certainly do. He may have gotten more over-bearing since we got back.” “I thought it was just me,” I said. “Maybe not.” Optimus motioned down the hall. “I’ll walk you to your room, just in case Blurr decides to make an appearance. Do you need help?” I shook my head. “I’m okay, thanks.” With me keeping one hand on the wall, we started down the corridor. I noticed that Optimus had a pronounced limp. I asked him about it. “Vibro blade,” he answered. “I would be dead if Ultra Magnus had not been there.” “Do you ever wonder when our luck will change and we’ll stop getting hurt?” I inquired. “It seems like we’re either recovering or going into battle so we can get hurt. Or taking care of somebody else.” “That will stop when the fighting stops.” “I hope so.”
Three more weeks, and I was normal. Ratchet cleared me for battle. The first time I went out, the Autobots were carrying out a strike on a Decepticon stronghold west of Kaon—yes, that Kaon. Optimus Prime made me part of the team because of my speed. He also made me promise not to get into any trouble. So, of course, the first thing I did was get myself shot in the foot. “f**k you!” I yelled, shooting the ‘Con in the face. “What now?” Optimus demanded. He spun around. “Bumblebee!” “I’m sorry!” I said, hopping on one foot. “I don’t suck that bad, I swear!” “I should have left you with Alpha Trion!” I raised my arm cannons and shot dead the Decepticon who was about to strike at Optimus. “Maybe, but my aim is pretty d**n good.” “I’ll admit that.” Optimus shot the Decepticon again, for good measure. “Now keep fighting!” Neither Optimus nor I was hurt in that battle. But someone else was.
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Post by Firefly on Aug 3, 2011 15:55:01 GMT -5
0_0 I. Hate. YOU!!!
Ugh Ughy ugh ugh ugh!!!!!!!!!
That part with Op and Bee was cute though.
Now to work on Firefly. She probably feels abandoned haha.
OH THAT REMINDS ME!!! *laughing* I absolutely LOVED the part about Blurr and Firefly hehe!!!
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Post by elphie on Aug 3, 2011 17:00:40 GMT -5
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Post by elphie on Aug 4, 2011 12:03:36 GMT -5
“Autobots!” Optimus Prime boomed. “Fall back! Abandon the building!” Ironhide was shouting the same thing. “Retreat! Fall back! Move!” The Autobots obeyed, pouring out of the building. Dozens of Decepticons withdrew inside, thinking that they had succeeded in driving their enemies from the fortress. They didn’t know that Omega Supreme and Skyfire were bringing in an air strike. The subsequent explosion killed every Decepticon inside and within fifty mechanometers of the building. Sixty mechanometers, and they were burned. The Autobots were clear, and even they were knocked off their feet by the shock wave. “All Autobots accounted for!” Elita yelled after a count of the bots who had retreated. “Do not let the ‘Cons break our line,” Optimus commanded his troops. “You say that like it’s hard.” Slipstream, the last remaining Seeker and the second remaining female Decepticon, hovered above the battle. “We are going to crush you like the scrap heaps that you are!” She was playing toward Optimus’s temper, and he knew it. “You’ve lost the war, Slipstream. If you surrender, you may survive.” Slipstream grinned. “Will you still be telling yourself that when we control Iacon?” “Over my Sparkless shell,” Optimus snarled. He was through with her games. “Come and get me.” She shrieked and fired at him as requested. Unexpectedly, Optimus ducked. “Coward!” The word was barely out of her mouth when the laser bounced right back at her. The shot had been deflected by Trailbreaker’s shield, a translucent force field that could repel moderate fire and be stretched to protect an entire team. It was part of the Autobots’ elaborate—if reckless—last-resort plan. “Kill them all!” Slipstream screeched at the soldiers behind her. Blurr, Firefly, and Bumblebee jumped to the front of the ranks. “Nownownow!” Blurr yelled. The shield dropped and the three laid down a wall of gunfire. The front line of Decepticons went down. “Trailbreaker, fall back!” Optimus commanded. “Gladly.” Trailbreaker staggered out of the way. The massive shield had taken most of his energy. “Ratchet, it’s your turn!” “Cover me!” Ratchet ordered Firefly. He activated his EMP generator—which only worked on Cybertron—and began taking out ‘Cons one by one. The problem now was that because he was not acting as a medic, he was fair game for the enemy. Firefly did not see this as a problem. “That’s right, Lugnut!” she screamed. “Wanna dance, you flat-faced butt sniffer? Bring it!” “Some things never change,” Bumblebee remarked. “Nope,” Ironhide agreed. “Just be glad she’s on our side.” Not one to risk her chassis for others, Slipstream leapt into the air without transforming. “Fight, Decepticons! Fight in the name of our fallen leader!” “Skyfire!” Optimus called. “Take her!” “Stand down Skyfire,” Elita yelled. “This B**** is mine! Arcee, Moonracer, you’re with me! Formation Delta!” “Elita, wait!” Optimus reached for her arm and missed. “What are you doing?” She was already out of hearing range. Arcee and Elita converged and laced their fingers together at waist height. In a well-practiced move, Moonracer came toward them at a dead sprint, planted one foot in the cradle of their hands, and jumped. The other two threw her and she soared up…up…and grabbed Slipstream by the leg. “LET GO!” Slipstream screamed. Moonracer began pulling her down, while Arcee and Elita kept a hold on Moonracer. Slipstream continued to shriek and began firing at them. Suddenly the three Autobots began to laugh. “What?” Slipstream demanded, pausing in her assault. “My wrath is nothing to laugh at! FEAR ME!” “You are just so cute,” said a voice from somewhere above Slipstream’s head. “Obviously, you’ve never seen my wrath!” “Wha-ARGH!” Firefly rammed into the Decepticon’s face. “Kiss this, B****!” Moonracer, Arcee, and Elita let go. Slipstream, free of the weight, shot upward with Firefly clinging like a burr. “STOP!” Slipstream screeched. She flung Firefly away with enough force to send the smaller bot tumbling. “Time to swat the little bug!” Firefly didn’t even try to dodge the null-ray and took the shot in her tough chest armor. She giggled as she sailed backward from the momentum. “That tickles!” Slipstream’s eyes almost bugged out of her head. “What are you?” Firefly laughed and said the line she had been saving for the perfect moment. “Your worst nightmare.” “Oh, nuts,” Slipstream muttered. “Nice work, Mini-me,” Moonracer said appreciatively, once Slipstream was in pieces. “Slipstream used to be one of my students,” Arcee said quietly. “I’m sorry.” Firefly did something that she never did—she hugged Arcee. “But she went the wrong way. I have to go. We’re getting pounded!” The little Autobot zipped away. The other three looked around and saw that there were injured Autobots everywhere. At least five were dead, including Sideswipe. An alarming number of Decepticons were still actively fighting. Without a word to her team, Elita One took off. “Optimus! Where are you?” “Here!” he called from somewhere in the smoke. She found him in seconds. He was fighting back-to-back with Ironhide, Jazz, and Bumblebee. “We took out Slipstream,” Elita said. “She was the last Seeker.” “Get behind me, Elita,” Optimus commanded her. “And keep shooting!” Elita obeyed and stayed as close to Optimus as she could. Skyfire sent a frantic transmission to everyone in the vicinity. “I’m hit. I can’t maintain altitude. Be advised, I’m going to crash. Repeat: I’m going down.”
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Post by Firefly on Aug 4, 2011 15:27:08 GMT -5
I love you, Elphie...every time Firefly does something, I'm either giggling at no end or holding my breath. I think the hugging part and then dashing off to fight again is my favorite scene in this whole fanfic. ^_^ Sideswipe??? SKYFIRE? ? YOU CAN'T HARM HIIIIIIM!!! Or, well, guess you can...you're in control...but...you know what I mean.
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Post by elphie on Aug 12, 2011 20:31:05 GMT -5
“Ironhide!” Optimus called. “Follow Skyfire’s trajectory and roll out for the impact site. Cover him until he’s back on his feet” A projectile slammed into Ironhide’s shoulder and he went down. Bumblebee hauled the battered warrior to his feet. Ironhide was mobile, but injured badly enough that he would not be rolling anywhere. Meanwhile, Skyfire hit the ground at full speed, skidded and flipped end over end. He transformed to bipedal form to stop his tumble, and then he straightened, wobbly but upright. A full team of Decepticons had tracked his descent and hit him with a storm of energy blasts. Skyfire was knocked off his feet. He hit the ground again, this time with enough force to crack his armor. After rolling a hundred mechanometers in a cloud of sparks and dust, the Autobot slid to a stop and didn’t move. Omega Supreme landed directly in front of him, transforming as he touched down. He did not say a word, just picked up two of the Decepticons and rammed them together until pieces came off. Three came at him with acid blasters. One of them managed to melt through the armor plating on the Guardian’s leg before he was snatched and flattened. Omega Supreme grabbed the other two acid-spitters and crushed them, one in each hand. An overly ambitious ‘Con was smashed underfoot. “Thank you, Omega,” Skyfire managed. He scrambled to his feet only to collapse, and he fell again when he tried to rise to his knees. Finally, he stayed down, life fluid leaking from multiple wounds. He could barely stay conscious. “You are coming with me,” Omega decided rumblingly. Transforming back to alt mode, he stuck Skyfire into his cargo hold and took off. “We’re gettin’ our bumpers whipped out here, Prime!” Jazz shouted. “’Bout time for reinforcements.” “There’s none left!” Optimus shouted back. “There has to be a way to call in more troops,” Bumblebee said, sounding scared for the first time since the fight had begun. “Otherwise we’re all dead.” “They wouldn’t get here in time,” Optimus told him, calmly sharp-shooting. “The Autobots near here are either already on the battlefield or not equipped for combat.” “Optimus,” Elita said quietly, so only he could hear. “There is a way.” He spun around. One look at her, and he knew. “No.” “Yes. We don’t have a choice.” “We will figure something out!” “Every astrosecond we delay, Autobots perish.” “Anybody care to mention what the hell’s going on?” Jazz demanded, but he was ignored. “No,” Optimus said desperately. “You can’t.” “I have to.” Elita looked over his shoulder. “Now! Before more die!” Optimus turned back around and surveyed the battlefield. She was right. “Get ready.” “I already am.” Elita’s hands and forearms were glowing white. “How long do you need?” “How long can you hold it?” “Five minutes, no more or my Spark will extinguish. There would be no saving me.” “Oh, nuts,” Jazz said. “So that’s what’s going on. Bumblebee, we need to get out of here.” “Five minutes or less,” Optimus agreed. “Give the orders,” Elita commanded. “I think you’re right, Jazz,” Bumblebee said. “Omega Supreme,” Optimus transmitted. “You will have five minutes to take out as many Decepticons as you can.” “With pleasure, Optimus Prime,” Omega replied. “Tell me when and I will strike.” “On my signal, destroy every single Decepticon on this field,” Optimus said on all Autobot frequencies. “You will know the signal when you see it. You have five minutes.” He cut off and turned back to Elita One. “Are you sure you want to do this?” “Yes,” she replied in a breathless voice. “Stand back.” The light moved up her arms and down her torso. It flowed outward to coalesce into a glowing sphere that Elita held in her outstretched hands. Optimus watched. “Elita, how are you doing that? And what are you doing?” “I’m concentrating my power into a single ball of energy,” Elita replied. Her voice was strained. “I am about to use it for much longer than Alpha Trion ever intended me to. It needs to be focused so it doesn’t overwhelm me.” “Elita,” Optimus whispered. “How are you going to survive?” “I don’t know,” she answered. She looked up at her partner. “I love you, Optimus Prime. Now get out of my way and let me save us all.” She threw the ball into the air and froze with her arms above her head. The light exploded outward. Every Decepticon on the field froze and the Autobots went to work with enthusiasm
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