Echelon7

"Let me go! Let me GO!" One small, yellow minibot screamed and struggled as he was hauled down a dimly lot corridor. His shouts bounced off of the walls and echoed back like a lonely ghost. "Light weight." Skywarp paid no attention to Bumblebee's futile attempts at escaping or crying for help, "I've kept ahold of far heavier bots than you, bug." "Quiet, Skywarp!" Starscream's shrill order rang out, overlapping Bumblebee's screams, "No antagonizing the prisoner!" The red Seeker walked slightly ahead of his two trinemates, wings held high in a show of boasting self-importance. "You'd think that he shot down Omega Supreme with one wing torn off.

1984.. "Heeeyy, Ratchet! Fancy meetin' yeh here!" A familiar set of vocalizers assaulted the medic's audios. However, instead of acknowledging the engineer, Ratchet shrugged him off and continued his furious journey down the corridor of the Ark. Wheeljack fell in step with his mate, observing the ambulance's angry gait with bright and cheerful blue optics, "Don't kill the Twins when yeh find 'em." "I'll do worse than kill them." Ratchet threatened, "I'll-" The medic was cut off when Prowl's calm, steady voice crackled over the Ark's intercom, "All available Autobots report to Teletraan 1 for immediate briefing." The SIC's voice then cut out.

"Bluestreak, your processor was badly damaged during your capture." First Aid explained, shining a light into the gray sniper's optics, "We had to almost completely rebuild it." "Wh-" Bluestreak struggled to move. His limbs shook too badly and the pain in his helm made his tanks lurch. "Where's.. where's Wheeljack? And Jazz? And.. And Prowl?" First Aid's gentle servos held him down, "All in good time." "B-but-" "Easy. Everything will.. Be explained in time." The medic glanced over his shoulder briefly, his gaze seeming to soften. Bluestreak lifted his helm off the berth, straining to get a glimpse of what the CMO's chassis was blocking his vi