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Post by Firefly on Aug 14, 2011 18:58:18 GMT -5
EEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
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Post by elphie on Aug 14, 2011 22:12:13 GMT -5
And here I thought you'd be worried about Skyfire....
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Post by Firefly on Aug 16, 2011 19:53:01 GMT -5
There's too many people to be worried about to exclaim all their names. Besides, Elita's problem was more towards the end, I think.
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Post by elphie on Aug 18, 2011 21:25:05 GMT -5
I was going to make it a cliffhangar, but I love my readers too much. Every Decepticon on the field froze and the Autobots went to work with enthusiasm. “There’s Knockout!” Jazz cried. “He’s mine!” “There’s not much honor in killing him when he’s frozen,” Bumblebee commented. “Doesn’t make it less fun!” Jazz answered gleefully. Ironhide was literally ripping off the heads of Decepticons and quite enjoying it. Firefly, too, was having a good time. She was able to shred her enemies without fear of retaliation. Even Optimus stepped away from Elita and began killing. “Preparing to evacuate the injured!” Omega Supreme reported four minutes and fifty seconds later. “Good work!” Optimus turned to Elita in time to see the light around her dim and go out. “I hope that worked,” she whispered. Then she collapsed so fast that no one could catch her. Optimus knelt beside her. She looked up at him, blinked once, and lost consciousness. Firefly landed hard in front of them, her feet actually touching the ground. “Give her to me. Don’t argue, just do it. I’ll take her up to Omega.” Optimus knew better than to contradict her. He nodded. “You’re seriously strong enough to lift her?” Ironhide blurted. “Only when I have to be.” Firefly wrapped her arms around Elita One and shot straight up, streaming a contrail of smoke behind her. Ratchet ran a scanning wand over the over the motionless figure of Elita One on the surgery table. “Her internal repair mechanisms have done their job. Now we wait.” “Why is she still cold?” Optimus asked. “Just energy conservation,” Ratchet assured him. “Nothing serious. I’m only here for the after-care. Alpha Trion did.” “I know. I’m sorry for being difficult.” “Don’t worry, I’m used to it. You are not a good patient, so logic suggests that you would not be a good bedside guardian.” Optimus gave him a withering glance, but Ratchet just grinned. “You know I’m right, Prime,” he said. “Yes, you are,” Optimus replied. “Annoyingly so.” The monitor in Ratchet’s hand began bleeping rapidly. “She’s waking up.” Elita moved her head very slightly. “There you go,” Ratchet said, sounding satisfied. “I can take care of her from here, Ratchet. There are others who need you.” “I’ll go just as soon as I can examine her,” Ratchet promised. “Make sure she stays quiet and don’t let anyone disturb her. Too much stimuli could damage her circuitry. That’s why we kept her in a private room, but now we need the space for repairs. Again.” “Thank you.” Optimus never took his optics off Elita. “And thank you for putting up with me, Ratchet.” “Optim—” Elita’s voice cracked on the first try and she coughed a little. “Optimus?” “I’m here.” He took her hand. “I didn’t leave you.” “I knew you would stay.” “Elita, I need you to open your eyes,” Ratchet ordered. He didn’t even realize that he was using a human anatomy term. “Just so I can check your neuro markers.” She cringed when he shined the light. “Too bright.” “I’ll only use it for a second. Just follow it. Good,” Ratchet said. “I’m tracking your optics’ reaction to light and movement. Look up. Perfect. Your processor is normal.” He stepped back. “As I’m sure you know, you will feel tired and sick for a few days. This time it might be a little worse, but no lasting adverse effects.” “Everything hurts,” Elita moaned. “I know. It will for awhile.” The medic addressed Optimus. “You can take her to her room as soon as she can sit up. I have to go.” He left, and Elita was silent. Finally, she asked, “How angry was Alpha Trion?” “Furious,” Optimus told her. “I thought so.” “He said you will recover, in time. Do you think you can sit up?” “Maybe. If you help me.” With Optimus supporting her, Elita pulled herself into a sitting position. “Did I get Energon?” “Yes,” Optimus replied. “It does not feel like I did,” Elita remarked. “I think I’ll be able to walk in a few minutes. “You don’t need to.” Optimus swept her into his arms. “Hold tight.”
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Post by Firefly on Aug 18, 2011 22:10:31 GMT -5
I love it!
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Post by elphie on Aug 24, 2011 0:40:21 GMT -5
TEASER! You're gonna hate me...
They went to Optimus’s room because it was more isolated. Optimus set Elita down and dead bolted the door. Seconds later, there was a light knock, and Optimus cursed. “WHAT?!” he demanded, throwing the door open. Bumblebee took a reflexive step back. “I’m sorry! I know you said to stay away but…” He held out his armful of glowing Energon cubes. “I thought these might help Elita.” Optimus was so surprised that he could only stare at the little bot. “So, uh, I’ll just leave these here.” Bumblebee tiptoed in and set the Energon on the desk, looking both terrified and embarrassed. “I’m really sorry. I won’t bother you again.” He was out the door and down the hall in a flash. “You scared him,” Elita scolded. “I did not mean to.” Optimus shut the door with less force than he had opened it. “I will apologize. Right now, my place is with you.”
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Post by Firefly on Aug 24, 2011 21:42:30 GMT -5
Oh it's so cute and I love it so much! ^_^ I wanna give all three of 'em a hug...
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Post by elphie on Aug 24, 2011 23:53:45 GMT -5
Bumblebee speaks…
After I got over from Optimus scaring the scrap out of me, I locked myself in my room. The first thing I did was leave a note. I grabbed one of the many data chips on my floor and recorded a message that would appear as a hologram. “First off,” I said. “Don’t worry about me. I’m not gonna kill myself or anything. I’m going to where I am happy. There is nothing left for me here. I can’t stay here and live my whole life being afraid. “I am not abandoning you, I’m not doing this with an ulterior motive, and I’m not defecting. I’ll always be an Autobot and I will always love Cybertron. But this one time, I have to think about myself. I was happy on Earth, for the first time in my life. I found somewhere I belong. Besides, you don’t need me here. “Second, I don’t have many belongings, mostly data and human media, so I thought I would give some of it away. My audio equipment goes to Jazz and Blaster. Let them fight over who gets what. I have a little stash of spare parts, so I’d like Ratchet to have those. My collection of human movies goes to Firefly. My, uh, contraband Visco oil goes Ironhide. It’s his fault, I swear. All my data chips, information charts, stuff like that—I donate it all to Alpha Trion and the Hall of Records. I don’t know if he can use it, but it’s worth a try. Someone will probably need this room, so throw the rest out. And, uh, don’t look in the compartment under my bed. Just…don’t. Seriously.” That would make sure they looked, which would then trigger the spring-loaded fake rat I’d put in there as a joke. One last bout of troublemaking. I steeled myself for what I was about to say next. “Optimus, Elita, I want to thank you for everything that you’ve done for me,” I said. “You saved me in so many ways, and done so much for me that I can never repay you. I’m going to tell you what I told the humans when we left: love each other and be happy. Goodbye, everybody and I will miss you. If you ever need me, call me and I will be here.” I cut off the message and set the chip on my desk. I wrote on the front of it: ‘Give this to Optimus Prime and Elita One.’ I left it thereI and shut the door behind me.
I went to Skyfire’s apartment. I pressed my hand to the lock so it could read my energy signature and went right in. Skyfire and Hound were playing holographic chess. “Hello, little guy,” Skyfire greeted me fondly. I let him call me ‘little guy’ because everyone was little to him, so it didn’t make any difference. “Would you like to join us? I will play you after I slaughter Hound.” I smiled and shook my head. “Watching Hound screw you over is more fun than playing.” “Trash-talker,” Skyfire accused. “Always.” Sure enough, Skyfire lost. He idly threatened to kill Hound and turned to me. “Was there something you wanted, Bumblebee?” Suddenly embarrassed, I looked down at my feet. “I was wondering if you wanted to go for…a little cruise?” Skyfire let out a laugh so loud that it made me jump. “I thought you would never ask. You coming, Hound?” “Maybe,” Hound answered. “Think anyone else will want to go?” “Jazz might.” Skyfire got to his feet. “Ironhide will want to see the fleshlings.” My jaw dropped. “How did you know?” Hound reached over and shut my mouth. “It was only a matter of time, kid. You’re so miserable here that we knew you’d be going back. What are you waiting for? Let’s go!”
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Post by Firefly on Aug 26, 2011 7:34:53 GMT -5
First section...*nonstop sobbing*
BAHAHA!!! I can't believe they knew! That's just...HAHAHAHA!!!
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Post by elphie on Aug 27, 2011 17:13:31 GMT -5
At Elita’s request, Optimus went to find Bumblebee and apologize. The little Autobot was nowhere to be found. When Optimus finally found Bumblebee’s message, all he did was sigh. This was an unsurprising development. Elita gauged Optimus’ expression the moment he came back. “What is it?” she asked softly. “It’s Bumblebee.” Optimus sat on the edge of the ‘bed.’ “He’s gone.” “He went home.” Elita covered her eyes with her hand. “That's why he gave us his Energon. I can’t believe we didn’t figure it out before!” “Yes,” Optimus said slowly. He paused. “Would you like to go with him?” “What?” Elita raised her head to stare at him. “We could go. Not to stay, of course.” Optimus smiled. “Just for a visit.” “Oh.” Elita let her head fall back. “I don’t think I can.” “I should not have asked. I’m sorry.” Optimus leaned down to kiss her on the forehead. “I know what your power does to you.” “I want to go,” Elita said quietly. “But it’s been less than a day and I just…I don’t feel up to travel. I need more time.” “I know. It was stupid of me to mention it.” She rolled on her side, turning away to hide her face from him. “If you want to go, I understand. I would not hold it against you.” “Elita, I would never do that to you,” Optimus replied, startled. “Don’t ever think that.” He took her gently by the shoulder and turned her to face him. “I don’t know why you are so frightened but do not ever think I would leave you when you need me.” Elita reached up and touched the hand with which he was holding her. “Today was one of those times that I was afraid that we would lose each other. It makes me think of how easily we could be torn apart. And it makes me wonder, if there’s a chance that—” Optimus cut off her words with a kiss. “I promise you, we will never be parted again.” “I don’t think I could survive it.” “Quiet, Elita. Don’t worry about things that will never happen.” He kissed her again and drew back. “I am going to contact Bumblebee and give him our best wishes. I will just step outside the room so I can patch into the comm system.” “Alright. Tell me what he says.”
The conversation that unfolded via transmission was an interesting one.
OP: We received your message. We hope everything goes safely. BB: Thanks. Please, don’t try to stop me. OP: I have more respect for you than that. BB: You do? I mean…thanks. OP: We considered coming with you. BB: You totally should! I bet Sam would love to see you. OP: Elita does not feel well enough. BB: I thought Alpha Trion could help her! OP: He did, but because she used her special power for longer than she was supposed to, her systems will take an extra day or two to recover. She needs care until then. BB: Ordered? Who can order you around? OP: Alpha Trion. BB: Oh, yeah. Tell Elita I hope she gets well soon. OP: I will. She must stay near a source of Energon for a while, until her energy reserves are renewed. She will be able to travel soon, but at the moment she is far too weak and I cannot leave her. I promised her I would stay. BB: Don’t leave her, Optimus. OP: I won’t. [Long silence] BB: Optimus, are you still there? In comm network, I mean. OP: Yes. BB: If you want to go, we can wait. OP: I cannot ask you to do that. BB: You didn’t. OP: If you do not mind, then yes, we would like to go. BB: No problem. I’ll tell the others. We’ll wait for as long as it takes Elita to get strong enough. OP: That is very…considerate of you. BB: It’s no problem, really. [Awkward silence] OP: I must apologize for startling you when I answered the door. BB: It’s fine, I get that a lot. OP: But you do not get it from me. I had left orders for everyone to stay away so nothing would bother Elita. I thought that you might be someone— BB: It’s no big deal, I promise. Go back and take care of Elita. We’re all worried about her. OP: [Surprised] All right. She will probably sleep the rest of today and most of tomorrow. I will tell her that you… BB: Tell her we all love her and thank you for saving our bumpers. OP: [Transmits laugh] I will. BB: Okay. Bumblebee out.
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Post by Firefly on Aug 29, 2011 19:48:25 GMT -5
Oh it's so cute! Glad to know that Op and Elita will be able to go too!!!
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Post by elphie on Aug 29, 2011 22:39:14 GMT -5
When Optimus summarized the conversation for Elita, she smiled. “It will be good to see our human friends,” she said in a faint voice. “Except for the lizard.” “Yes, except for the lizard,” Elita murmured. Two hours of rest had not made a dent in her exhaustion. “Wake me if…anything happens.” “The only way for you to get better is for you to rest,” Optimus reminded her. “Are you still cold?” “Freezing.” Optimus warmed the exoskeleton of his hand and pressed it against her cold face. “Does that help at all?” “Yes,” Elita whispered, almost asleep. She reached up and caught his hand. “I’ll keep you warm.” He laid down and took her in his arms. “Relax. You’re so tense you’ll break your servos.” Elita snuggled against him. Several minutes later, when Optimus himself was almost powered down, she said, “Can I ask one thing of you?” “Anything.” “Just for a moment, right now, will you just hold me and forget everything else?” “Elita. Of course I can.” Optimus held her tighter. “I won’t let you go.” He took both her hands in one of his own in an attempt to warm them. She felt so small and fragile in his arms. “I will never let you go. Sleep now. I’m here.” Anyone who saw them would have been would have been surprised at the gentleness of which Optimus was capable. Many would have been reminded of human behavior. But it didn’t matter. All that mattered, in that moment, was their love.
Elita shifted restlessly as she surfaced from power-down mode. For a few seconds, she forgot where she was. Then Optimus moved, holding her a little closer, and she remembered. Room 212. Door locked. Bed. Optimus. Warm. “I thought you would never wake up,” Optimus said. “How long have I under?” “Eight hours.” “And how long have you been awake?” “Six hours.” “I’m sorry.” Elita tried not to laugh. “Well, thank you for staying.” “I told you, I would not leave.” Several joints popped as Optimus got to his feet. “Though I was considering it around hour seven.” “I would not have blamed you.” “I made a promise,” Optimus reminded her firmly. Elita sat up very slowly. She suddenly dropped her head into her hands. “Ohhh, dizzy. Very dizzy. And a processor ache that would kill a Decepticon.” “I know, Elita. You are going to be sore for a while.” He bent down so he could look her in the face. “You need Energon. Do you think you are strong enough to take it on your own?” “Yeah,” she answered. “I think. I hope.” “I can help you, or I can have Ratchet hook up a transfusion.” “No, definitely not Ratchet.” Elita shook her head. “He’ll just ask me a million questions and be all….Ratchet-like…” Optimus laughed. He took a cube from the pile on the desk and gave it to her. Her grip was a little shaky, but she was able to take in most of the liquid. “You are supposed to take one every hour for four hours and then recharge completely in five hours,” Optimus told her She stared at him. “Alpha Trion’s instructions! I have given up arguing with him.” Optimus rose and checked the comm panel by the door—his actually worked. “You should go submit the battle report,” Elita said. “I’m sure you have a lot to do.” “Elita, get it into your processor that I will not leave you until I’m sure you are better.” He began composing a message to Alpha Trion, reporting on Elita’s condition and their planned absence. “You might still experience complications from using your power for as long as you did.” “Are you just spouting what Ratchet told you?” “At this point, yes. Anything to make you listen to me. Odd, no messages from Bumblebee,” Optimus observed. “I thought he would at least ask about you.” “I think he wants to be left alone,” Elita remarked. “Hear the music? It’s loud enough to wake the dead.” “Yes. What is it?” “Cannibal Corpse, if I do not miss my guess. It’s his ‘stay away’ signal.” Elita shrugged. “Nothing wrong with a little solitude, considering that starting tomorrow or the next day we will all be cooped up in a transport ship for a long while.” “Wait.” Optimus listened closer. “Can you understand a word of that music?” “No,” Elita said. “And I don’t think I want to. Optimus, that message will never go through if you code it that way.” “Yes, it will,” Optimus answered dismissively. “I did it this way yesterday.” A loud beeeep signaled an error in the transmission. “There must be a glitch in the system.” “You are the glitch,” Elita informed him. “Use a beta quantum code. Or just let me do it.” “You are obviously feeling better if you see fit to start fights.” Optimus grinned at her and turned back to the panel. “I know how to work my own communication equipment, Elita.” Since bickering was a vital part of their relationship, she refused to let it go. “Obviously, you do not. Or you would’ve have sent the message by now and we would not be having this argument. Perhaps you should have Wheeljack fix it.” The only reply was a venomous glare. “Fine, I will do it.” Elita rose slowly. “Out of the way, genius—” Unsurprisingly, she nearly fainted. Optimus caught her and set her back on the metal bed. “We both knew that was going to happen.” He cupped her face in his hands. “Do you need more Energon?” Elita shook her head. “No, that was my fault. I should have known better.” She pressed her forehead against his, as they had done a million and more times. “I’m sorry.” “It’s all right. Just…don’t try to stand up. Don’t push yourself.” He straightened. “I think a beta quantum code will work for that message. Why didn’t you think of that?” All Elita did was lie back down and cover her face. She fell asleep listening to Optimus laugh.
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Post by Firefly on Aug 29, 2011 22:56:02 GMT -5
HAHA!!! Oh, I just love Optimus and Elita. They're awesome in so many ways.
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Post by elphie on Sept 3, 2011 18:54:01 GMT -5
You've been waiting for it...you've been hoping....and now it's here!
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Post by elphie on Sept 3, 2011 18:56:56 GMT -5
Earth—December 2010 Location: Witwicky House, Tranquility Outside temperature: 20 degrees
“Bark! BARK!” “Shut up, Mojo,” Sam and Mikaela yelled. “Why did I think staying over was a good idea?” Mikaela grumbled, slithering deeper under the covers. “Because your dad’s new girlfriend is really annoying,” Sam reminded her. “And you’re sick of listening to them.” “I shouldn’t have left the dogs.” “They’ll live.” Loud static crackled from the walkie-talkie on Sam’s nightstand. “Stupid thing,” he muttered, and knocked it to the floor. “Probably cell phone interference,” Mikaela said into the blanket that was covering her face. “Or the snow coming in.” “Snowpocalypse! I’ve never seen this much snow.” “sssss,” hissed the radio. “mmmmm.” Sam slammed a pillow over his head. “Tr-transmi—transmitting signal,” the radio added. The voice was vaguely familiar. “Annnybody there?” “Gimme the d**n thing.” Mikaela took the radio when Sam handed it to her and spoke into it. “Okay, nice trick, little hacker. How’d you get into the signal?” “I am—” “It’s a neat trick, kid. I just wanna know how you did it.” “I already had the encryption for the frequency.” “’Kaela, wrap it up,” Sam mumbled. “I want some sleep!” “How about this? You never contact us again and we won’t report you for misuse of public airwaves.” Mikaela did her best to sound threatening. “Look out the window.” “What, so you can throw eggs in my face?” Mikaela scoffed. “Nice try.” “Well…at least watch, for a moment.” “All right, fine.” Outside, a pair of bright lights flicked on, aimed directly at the bedroom. They blinked on and off twice. “Those were headlights,” Sam whispered. “Could it…” “No,” Mikaela said firmly. “Awesome flashlight, little hacker. Now show us the secret code and we’ll let you in the tree house,” she added coldly into the radio. The secret code was a light sequence, meant to be done with the headlights of Autobots. It was mostly a game. Anyway, it would confuse any basement-dwelling hacker. The lights began to cycle, and Sam and Mikaela watched without getting out of bed. Bright…dim...bright…blue, yellow, pink…left blue, right red. The humans vaulted out of bed, tripping over each other and taking three times longer to get to the window than they would if they had walked. Covered in a fine dusting of snow, sat an enormous red-and-blue semi truck.
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