Burst of Speed

Intro; It awoke after a millennium of forced rest, it's mission still in mind. A truce is brought back, but how long shall the sentimental peace last?

Info; Mine, this takes places after the second movie and in the beginning of the third, I refuse to believe the third movie ended the trilogy. There, got it? Too many deaths of things I like, and also I like the fact that they have to hide XP.

I do not own Transformers, but a certain character in this fic is from my own imagination on caffeine/sleep deprived mind and then add watching the two movies one after the other, yeah…. Scary right?

Brush the Stars

1

It twisted in space, the small blips on its com stirring it. It wished to respond and move to where it had been called, but its thrusters were malfunctioning, the battle-scarred capsule had been hindered in everything but keeping the precious cargo in it alive. It passed stars in its continual orbit; even after the fire to power, it had died it still moved thanks to the vacuum of space.

The being trapped inside tossed in its cyrosleep. The cold of space was nothing compared to the interior, but even the being held within was nearly unaffected by the extreme conditions, it had lived in for centuries. Energon flared blue with its edges tinged white. The massive energy that was released seeped into space, thrusting it faster; the being held within wanted to make it to the place named 'Earth'.

The one called Bumblebee had sent out a distress signal to all of those on the side of Autobots. Bumblebee had proclaimed the planet to be invested with Decepticon. The news that made the being all the more excited was the fact that the Cube was there, the things it had been searching for since its creation.

It passed stars, billions of them, as it made its way through the endless bounds of space, searching for the Milky-Way Galaxy that held the Solar System it longed to be in. Each light-year dragged on into eternity, its com working to process the information it had been sent. The information was full of holes, but the meaning was still the same, the distance from the sender to the receiver had taken its toll on it.

It passed a certain star, it was minuscule in terms that it understood, but maybe by human standards it was huge. It searched for the name of this star, given to it by the humans who had spotted it in the endless eternity of space.

"Betelgeuse." It downloaded more information on said star.

It searched the bounds of what humans would call 'The World Wide Web.' The information was full of holes due to the distance, but most information remained intact. It was surprised that the information had managed to reach it.

It learned about the abundant creatures that populated most of the Earth's surface. Humanity, Homo Sapiens by their scientific name. They were a race filled with contempt and a need for war waged on their own kind. They knew little of the world they called theirs, and they knew even less about the world beyond the boundaries they knew. They were a young and violent race of beings lesser than it was, but they had the capacity to change their ways and the ability to learn.

They were just beginning to learn about themselves and about the new race that lived alongside them.

Autobots had mingled with humanity, learning their ways and teaching them about themselves. The Decepticon had no need for petty beings such as these; they started a war with the Autobots with disregard, even hate, towards the humans.

Decepticons raged war on the Autobots and the humans who stood by them. They were fighting to gain control of the cube. It learned this through the 'United States of American Military Base World Wide Web' it easily bypassed the firewalls and all the security used to keep the files under wrap easily and gained the information it wished.

The war had been in the favor of the Decepticon's for a while, the boy called Sam Witwicky had fled with Bumblebee, as the war grew more intense, and many things happened that confused it beyond measure. It listened to the fight from space even as it wished to join it had to remain out of touch with the others. The war ended with the head of Deception's, Megatron, had the Cube absorbed into his Spark Chamber, sufficiently putting it Offline, but also losing the All Spark in the process. It mourned the loss, but its energy still lived on in the shards.

It let itself drift back into stasis as it waited to land on the small planet among the stars. Its memory drifted back on itself while stasis held the body.

From the time of programming to the time it learned of Earth it went over the information it had stored over the millennium's is had spent in cyrosleep. The most enjoyable time in its existence was the short years spent after its programming. Those were the days before war was known, before the time that Decepticon's had gained power.

That had been a time of peace and prosperity for the entire race of the Transformers. That had been when Cybertron had been in one piece in mind and form. That was the time it had been created and programmed to be a replacement for the Cube if ever needed. It had been raised to learn everything about the Cube, even more so than the others of its kind did. It had been the only one to survive the Purge when the Decepticon's had taken over.

Its creators had put it in this pod and hurled into the depths of space, far out of the menacing reach of the Decepticon's. The creators had given it important missions to complete; to survive, to find the Cube, and find a new home.

The star that grew closer was, "Sol." It shot past the ball of flame, it's target so close and yet so far.

The capsule began to rattle and shake as the atmosphere of the planet encountered it. The metal container began to heat up. The being inside, to fret. It beat against the walls that held it, the cyrosleep wearing off as the seconds passed. More information flooded the com, the World Wide Web becoming wider and wider.

It panicked as the heat increased another level, the turbulence making the being stir further out of cyro. Its hazy eyes viewed the planet as it drew closer, the green mixed with white and blue, mainly blue. It passed hunks of metal that had no place in being in the sky, it wished to knock the down.

One of these hunks held a Decepticon; it watched the capsule hurtle past it.

::Soundwave, patching in to Megatron.:: The satellite bot tried to get a hold of its Master's attention. Megatron had no time for petty things like that, he bypassed it and kept Soundwave on the mission ahead of them, find the Matrix and rebuild their society once more.

::Understood.:: Soundwave began hacking into the Government, ignoring the being that had just entered Earth's lower atmosphere.

The burning heat was nearly too great for the container, it had been created to last through the cold, not extreme heat of any sort. Materials began to wither and burn in the heat, the capsule entering a completely unstable state of being.

The being inside the death trap began to fight its containment, begging to be let free. Cyro completely shaken from its mind, the being began to struggle against its binds, the metal and wire were all torn in a single swipe. It twisted and turned, the danger outside was greater than the heat that was burning it up inside. Metal claws sparked as they shredded the well known metal around it.

It panicked and let stasis take command. It let itself go limp; its circuits began firing less each moment. It com link sent out small blips of distress and confusion, it had never felt like this, it had never felt control slip from its grasp.

The impact shook it, its mind slowly fading to black. The fear and panic rose even higher, it was unable to hold itself out of stasis. It fell into the welcoming black of emptiness that greeted it.

The capsule had landed in the ocean; it sank to the darkest depths. It landed softly at the bottom, as it could go no farther.

Its signals were no longer transitioned; the water and pressure surrounding it blocked any attempts.

The part that frustrated it beyond reason was the fact that it could receive messages on the open com link. It thrashed against its bindings, the metal and wire tearing once more.

Stasis gripped it, more than half its energy was worn down, and not even an infinite supply of Energon would recharge it better than a good period of stasis.

It blackness engulfed as the war moved on at its unhindered pace. Megatron murdering Optimus in cold blood, Sam Witwicky figuring out the riddle used to hide the Matrix. Sam dieing for the sake of the War, Sam reviving for the sake of the war. Years had passed in the blink of an optic for the Transformer held beneath the Sea.

Stasis released its grip with little ease; it had to shake it off violently as all systems rebooted to normal functions.

Messages in a bright blue flickered on the dark screen, followed by the rapid answer of 'Okay'. Each of the systems had been damaged in some form, either in a small or large amount. Pain coursed through the wires as they began to awaken from their long periods of stasis without any real work time. The frayed ones burned deep within it, the frozen ones burned as they thawed, the burnt ones melted into its circuitry; it was falling apart!

Panic, it knew all too well, flooded its system once more. It didn't like the feeling of panic, it loathed it with a vengeance, and it was a Cyerbtronian, something above fear!

A feral growl was drawn from its throat; a presence I didn't like the look of was approaching it quickly. The capsule began to rock in the turbulence; the creature stilled its movements to a bare minimum. It listened as metal scraped against metal, the sound echoing in the air encasing it.

The capsule rocked from side to side as it was gripped from the outside, the air pressure rose and increased and odd intervals, it let small bubbles out to keep it even within the iron confines. The creature prepared to fight its way out, in case these were the enemies. It prepped itself, as the metal door was pried open, light from an unfamiliar source poured in. Bits of the ice began to drip as the heat melted them rapidly. A cloud of steam rose into the sky as it stepped on shaky feet onto the foreign world. Instantly danger faced it by the muzzle and on unknown weapon.

A low whine rose in it's communicators, a noise known by all to show a fear that needed a protecting hand or a shadowing arm to bind the creature to. These creatures known as Humans didn't understand the depth of the whine, it only abraded against their ears and made them snarl words in a dialect it barely understood. It chirped and let out an odd whorl, the creatures fingered the triggers to their weapons.

The small weapon fired as the Human jumped, the bullet ricocheting off the Cyerbtronian metal. The very act didn't hurt in the slightest, these bullets were to small to even tickle the creature; the very act of a Human firing upon it upset it more than the act of the weapon being pointed at it.

Energon tears welled up in it's optics, the cry of a Sparkling rose high into the atmosphere. The cry hit a higher pitch than most Humans could hope to hear, it was a cry designed to awaken the need to protect it, be it Autobot or Decepticon.

It was a cry heard 'round the world, each bot stopped in its tracks; the Seekers were affected just as much as the Ground-Pounders were, each turned their optics to the sky, be their color red or blue; a creature of their own species needed them.

In the center of the NEST facility, Ironhide jerked out of stasis.

"Oh Primus." He held his head between his large hands, metal scraping against metal. "Please, let this not be a memory." He murmured more to himself as he stepped of the makeshift bed he spent his offline moments in. "Ratchet, you hear that too?" He called into the next hanger over.

"Yeah, and Primus be damned, I think everyone heard it." He stepped into Ironhide's quarters, his own hands rubbing his head not as gently as he usually did.

"There'll be hell to pay if it's only a bad dream turned reality." Ironhide gazed up the sky, the wide blue expanse of this alien planet held the cries of a creature that had called for help. "We need to find it."

"Yeah."

"Now what?"

"We talk to Prime."

"Sounds like a plan, frag it all." Ironhide let his cannons slide in their coverings, he fought to keep them hidden and well away from aiming at his own servos.

"Hold steady, friend." Ratchet eyed him warily, picking up vital signs that went against the norm.

Side by side the mechs traversed to Prime's own private quarters.

O-O-O-O

"Well, I'll be damned." Starscream jerked to look at his kingdom before him, the clouds dared to cover his sun for a moment. He let his wings flick as he uncertainly went through the jumble of information the cry for help had sent him.

-fear, protection, FEAR, humans, BAD- The one that really got to him was the quiet afterward message that ripped through his processor. -help- A Sparkling was calling for help, a cry that hadn't been heard since the first few days of the war, and how did he miss that simple cry, that simple feeling of being needed by a creature who was far above you.

He let out a gust of air from his vents, Thundercracker rested a hand on his shoulder. The calmness spread through his via the bond. Skywarp pried in as well, his own stupidity keeping him from being able to read further into the situation.

"It'll be okay, it's alive after all." Thundercracker patted his commander gently.

"You know what this means." Starscream's usual verbal jabs had subsided into a defeated attempt at keeping his cool. His teeth clicked as he fretted about the Sparkling that was calling, the cry still echoing in his processors.

His wings shifted in his anxiety to just fling himself into the sky and rocket his way home, Thundercracker read him perfectly; the bond sung with adjoined need.

"Shall we?" He spread his arms wide and mocked the fleshlings with his curtsy.

Skywarp even understood that, his optics lit with the light only flying could bring them. Within a singular moment all of them had shrunk to their F-22 counterparts, the clouds already gathering behind in their wakes as they pin-pointed the position the cry had been sent from.

O-O-O-O

The Sparkling cowered in the corner of the small compartment that had been it's home for longer than it wished to think about. This creature, once revered and sworn to be protected by anything and anyone was astounded to find that these mere Humans dared point a weapon it and fire even if it was a simple mistake.

Its optics lit up with an otherworldly light as it charged for a fight or flight.

Here, there you go. This was written with a child on my lap pressing buttons and keys every other minute. Be glad that it's here! Review if you will, thanks much!

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