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Shattered Glass - Perdition	By : GabrielC Category: Transformers > G1 > AU/AR Views: 2174 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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/internal comm./

Solar Cycle – 1 day

Cycle – 1 hour

Stellar Cycle – 1 year

Astrosecond – 1 second

Deca-cycle – 2 weeks

Klik - 1 minute

Astrosecond - second

Earth

Prime transformed at the location of the space bridge. Perceptor had informed them that it was very possible a doorway still remained open and they were to remain vigilante while he ran simulations of possible destinations back on the Ark.

Prime glanced around the dusty copper landscape, there was no trace there had ever been any mech in the vicinity. He promptly ordered scouts to survey the perimeter, if there had been any further Decepticon activity in this area, he would know about it.

"Prime! I found something!" Ironhide bellowed from the other side of the space bridge.

Optimus rushed over, along with Ratchet. "What is it Ironhide?"

"Prowl's weapon." He held the rifle out to his leader. "He must a' dropped it, when they disappeared."

"Disappeared to where is what I want to know." Ratchet grumbled, a frown creasing his features. He made his way over to the space bridge controls. "These have been blown all to slag Prime, I can't make heads nor tails of it."

/Prime to Ark./

/Go ahead Prime./

/Red Alert, instruct Wheeljack and Perceptor that I want them to get to the site of the space bridge location as soon as they can./

/Understood Prime, Ark out./

"Where are you?" Optimus muttered to himself as he gazed up at the barely detectable shimmer of the space bridge vortex above him.

SG Earth

A few cycles earlier

Bumblebee yelled sharply as he felt the sudden lurch of weightlessness. Thundercracker had taken heavy fire from the Autobots as they fled the base. He accelerated as fast as he was able to the space bridge, firing as he approached the small contingent of armed guards at its perimeter.

The yellow scout could do nothing else but hold on for sheer life, as the jet dived and swooped to avoid weapons fire. His left wing was shot through badly; Bumblebee's olfactory sensors were assaulted with the putrid odour of burnt energon as it seeped from his still open wound.

"Going to have to drop you little 'bot!"

"What about you?" Bumblebee yelled over the shriek of the seeker's engines.

"I'll draw their fire; you get to that space bridge!"

Bumblebee's spark and capacitor were pounding hard as Thundercracker swooped as low as he could to the ground.

"Go now!"

"Thank you!"

"Time for pleasantries when you get us out of here Autobot! Now go!"

Bumblebee leapt from the jet's back without another word, breaking into his rough landing with a roll, which became a tumble as the speed at which he'd landed catapulted him across the rocky ground. He cried out as he felt cables in his shoulder snap under the force of him bouncing along the earth. He slid to an undignified halt. Mustering all his energy, his intakes racing, he scrambled for cover.

Glancing around the rocky out crop, he watched in horror as Thundercracker managed to successfully draw the Autobots away from him. They hadn't even seen Bumblebee drop as he'd been shielded by the horizon line thanks to Thundercracker's skilled low flying, the seeker however wasn't fairing quite so well.

Bumblebee hissed in sympathy as a large blast exploded into Thundercracker's side. The seeker was sent careening into rocks and steel structures. Bumblebee bowed his head as the dark jet disappeared behind the horizon with a roar. Taking his chance Bumblebee hobbled as fast as he could towards the now unprotected space bridge.

Present

He felt like he'd been walking for cycles. He'd been lucky so far, his small yellow frame blending in with the dusty sandy landscape as daylight drew to a close. He eyed the steep slope in front of him. The space bridge was just over that ridge. Dropping his head, Bumblebee wheezed, his intakes becoming clogged with dust as a sand storm picked up force around him. His shoulder was shot, leaving his arm hanging limply by his side and the energon line in his leg was torn.

Taking one last glance back at the distant Autobot base, looming, formidable against the darkening skyline, Bumblebee took a deep rattled intake. Using his good arm he scrambled frantically up the slope, cursing out loud as the shale and loose rock sent him sliding down more than once. Finally he broached the peak. Peering over the edge, he could see no one.

Driven on by the elated feeling that he was going home very soon, Bumblebee allowed himself to slide down the other side of the slope, not caring how much his paintwork was getting scratched, it was always something Sunstreaker could touch up later.

Sunstreaker, the thought of the golden 'bot filled Bumblebee with regret and guilt, he and Prowl were still back there. They hadn't managed to catch up to him which could only mean that their escape attempt had failed and they were now at the mercy of their captor or worse.

Bumblebee shook the latter thought straight out of his processor. No, he would get home he would get help. Filled with renewed determination to save his friends, the mini bot made his way over to the space bridge controls. He silently thanked Primus that they were still online.

A rustle of movement caught his audio, small rocks tumbled down the slope. He was no longer alone in the valley. Bumblebee froze as a large weapon was placed against the back of his helm.

"Turn around." Came the cold voice.

Bumblebee flinched he knew that voice. It could only belong to one mech. Slowly he turned to face his captor. "Thundercracker." He breathed in astonishment, taking a small step back until he was leaning against the console.

"How do you know my name?"

"Y—you rescued me…" Bumblebee leaned back further, his hand pressing down on the transmission switch.

Thundercracker took a step back frowning, his gun still trained on Bumblebee. "Autobot we have never met before."

Bumblebee winced. "Frag it! Sorry not you, the other you… from my universe."

Thundercracker blinked at him incredulously. "The other… what?" Shaking his head he glared at Bumblebee. "What the frag are you talking about and what are you doing with the space bridge?"

Bumblebee proceeded to regale the entire story – at rapid nervous pace - from the battle with the seekers to falling through the space bridge and being taken prisoner by the Autobots. Thundercracker's red optics widened as he explained everything, his weapon slowly lowering to the floor.

"Mirage… he helped you escape?"

Bumblebee nodded, is expression grim. "He was with them when I left; he'd gone to Prowl's office to find my friends."

Thundercracker raised his weapon sharply. "Where is he?"

"I… I don't know… they didn't follow me."

"How do I know this isn't some kind of Autobot trickery?" The seeker snarled dangerously, his optics narrow.

"I don't know what to say to convince you, I just need to go back to my universe… to get help… to rescue my friends… please." Bumblebee took a daring step forward, the jet being much taller and larger than he was. "If you came with me, I could show you."

"Like slag Autobot!" Thundercracker lifted Bumblebee clean off the ground with one hand, ignoring the mini-bot's loud protests. "You think me stupid enough to fall for that?" He let out a short, bitter laugh. "You're coming with me."

"No! No please, I must help my friends… Please I need to get back to my world!"

Thundercracker tweaked cables at the back of Bumblebee's neck; the yellow mech fell limp into stasis in his grasp. "Keep quiet; I don't want your friends to find me."

/Starscream, I have a prisoner, says he's spoken to Mirage, pretty certain he's got some kind of glitch./

/What kind of glitch?/

/He's talking about another world and the space bridge. Crazy like the rest of the 'bots if you ask me./

/I didn't ask you. Bring him to me immediately./

/Understood./

/Thundercracker./ Starscream paused, a faint sigh slipping through the comm. /Bring him to me, unharmed./

Earth

The Autobots stared at the transmission light in disbelief.

"Is that for real?" Ironhide exclaimed, glancing towards Prime.

"It was most definitely Bumblebee's voice." Perceptor answered. "It was transmitting through the space bridge, a weak signal. I couldn't pinpoint his location, it kept jumping around, it's baffling."

"Could his story be true Perceptor?" Prime asked quietly, his brow furrowed in thought.

The red scientist thought for a moment and nodded. "It is possible although unlikely. There is no way to know without…"

"Without what?" Ratchet demanded impatiently.

"Without going there ourselves." Prime finished.

"You can't be serious?" Ratchet whirled round to face his leader. "There's no telling what lies for us on the other side of this infernal thing. Bumblebee didn't exactly paint a pretty picture."

Optimus absently brushed his fingers over his face mask. "We'll recon' back at the Ark. Ironhide I want guards and patrols put in place around the space bridge."

"Got it Prime."

"Perceptor, I need you to study this, work on nothing else. Find out how to get us there and to bring us back."

"Understood."

Ratchet touched his leader's arm. "I hate to be the cynical voice of reason here Prime, but you can't be serious about this?"

"If there's a chance they're still alive Ratchet then I am deadly serious." His optics met the concern of his CMO. "I need your support in this Ratchet. I'm going to need you as are they."

"You have it Prime, just felt it my duty to point out what a Primus cursed glitchin' idea it was."

Optimus smiled behind his mask at Ratchet's quirked smirk. "Duly noted Ratchet. Autobots return to base. We've got a long few cycles ahead of us."
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