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Cover Me
By Black Dragon Queen
Author’s Note: Once again, this chapter refused to go where I wanted it to.

Chapter One Hundred Sixty Two: Sun In Your Eyes
“Do you really think this is such a good idea?” The mech asked curiously as he watched his companions struggle under the large bulk of the item they were carrying.
“Well unless you can think of something better?” one of them grunted sourly.
Groundhog frowned, as he couldn’t. “Still,” he persisted. “This can’t be a good example for the gremlins.”
“If the slagging gremlins would behave themselves then it wouldn’t be necessary in the slagging first place,” Rollerforce grunted again as he and Inferno set their item down. “No! No! No!” he suddenly shouted as he spotted Motorhead and Bluestreak about to set their own burden down. “Over there! They need to be staggered!”
“What?” Motorhead called back confused.
“Over there!” Rollerforce shouted again as he headed towards the other pair, leaving Inferno to take an impromptu break.
“Amazingly he has a point,” another mech chuckled as he came up behind the Decepticon mechanic turned medic.
“I know,” Groundhog huffed. “Shocking.”
“I heard that!” Rollerforce shouted out.
Red gave Groundhog an amused look before they continued to watch Bluestreak and Motorhead struggle with their burden. Groundhog shook his head again. “Still, I think we could have come up with something other than this.”
“It will solve the problem for now at least,” Red chuckled. “Besides, you said so yourself that you couldn’t find how to disable Dispensor’s cannons when you examined him.”
“Yeah, that went real well,” yet another voice drawled and Red and Groundhog turned to find Hound walking towards them.
“Are you drenched again?” Red asked surprised as he instantly took note of the beads of moisture that coated the green mech.
Hound made an irritated sound as he shook himself off. “On the up side, three more car washes and I’ll get one free!”
“You already get them free. We override their computer,” Red chuckled. Hound just shrugged as he wiped himself off with another of Ratchet’s sheets.
“It’s going to be highly entertaining to see Optimus and the others reactions when they see this,” Inferno shook his head as he wandered over to the group while Rollerforce directed Motorhead and Bluestreak to yet another end of the courtyard.
“I just hope that they’re having an easier time of it than us,” Red snickered.
The large mech said nothing for a long moment after Optimus posed his question. “You are Autobots? Or Decepticons?” he asked instead leaning back and a bit away from Optimus’ hovering form warily. It was clear that the large mech was unsure as to who it was that surrounded him and it was apparent to all that he was very apprehensive about that. Strange considering both Barricade and Soundwave had indicated that his own companion was of the Decepticon faction.
Optimus gave him a crooked smile even as he took a small step back in order to give the mech some more space. “A bit of both actually,” he chuckled nervously as the mech continued to stare straight at him with little to almost no expression.
“I’m afraid I do not understand,” the mech spoke evenly, his optics still staring straight at Optimus unwaveringly making Optimus almost just as nervous as the newcomer himself. “You are Autobots yet also you are Decepticons?”
“I’m afraid it’s a long story,” Optimus chuckled uneasily. “Most of us are Autobots but with current events as they are there are a few Decepticons residing with us…” The mech just continued to stare at him steadfastly and Optimus let out a small coughing-like sound to cover his own anxiety. “May we ask your name?”
The mech’s optics flickered slightly in surprise. “Oh of course, I do apologize for that.I am-”
“I am the supreme being of the universe!” his smaller companion suddenly shouted out enthusiastically, waving the barrel of Energon around for emphasis completely ignoring the sloshing pink liquid spilling over the side.
“Will you slagging hold still!” Ratchet snapped as he tried for a third time to run a scanner over the smaller jet who was still waving his arms about with great enthusiasm.
“Oh…” Barricade stepped away from the jet a bit as he waved his barrel around. “Perhaps I should have mentioned that the Energon was very well aged.”
“Yes, you should have,” Ratchet drawled as he tried to press the mech back to the ground as the new flyer tried to stand. He needn’t have worried however as the mech had yet to find his balance with the large wings spread out behind him and flopped back onto his aft.
“I am the chosen of Primus himself!” The jet called out suddenly, startling the Lambo’s behind him as Energon flew back out of the barrel and right towards them. The two jumped out the way and a splash of pink quickly stained the snow on the ground at their feet.
“You sure about that?” Ravage drawled quietly as he approached and sat down next to the amused Sam as he tried his best to decipher what was being said around him with his very limited knowledge of the clicks and whirls being sounded. He did however have an idea as to what Ravage was doing suddenly staring up at him and quickly shot the cat a small frown. Ravage just gave him a large toothy cat grin.
“Actually I am sorry to say that that is not the case,” the large Spartan stated to Ratchet with a sigh even as he pointedly set his own barrel aside.
“What do you mean?” Optimus asked as Ratchet spoke over his leader at the exact same time.
“I don’t care if that is aged, you need Energon!” he snapped at the large mech who jerked in surprise at the sudden shout.
Optimus chuckled at the Spartan’s stunned expression as he picked the mechs abandoned barrel. “You’d best listen to him,” he told the mech in a stage whisper. “As our medic he can be quite obstinate in these matters.”
The mechs optics brightened in understanding before he turned to Ratchet. “So it is you whom we are indebted too for our current good health?”
“Err… in a way,” Ratchet quickly got back to trying his best to keep the jet’s barrel from tipping over even as the mech refused to relinquish the item and took yet another long swig despite Ratchet chastising him to slow down.
“I do not understand?” the Spartan frowned turning back to Optimus.
“Let’s just say that there has been a lot of new developments since we left Cybertron,” Optimus told him quietly with another what he hopped was a relaxing smile. The Spartan still stared up at the Autobot leader completely devoid of expression once again, any trace of his previous astonishment gone.
The Spartan seemed to mull over this for a moment before he nodded and took another very slow sip of his Energon. “We were just very lucky I suppose to find any Cybertronions this far out into space,” he said instead.
“How did you find us anyway?” Jazz asked curiously, ignoring Prowl’s small frown. “What? Don’t tell me you’re not curious.” Prowl just sighed.
The Spartan looked at the two a long moment before he finally spoke. “I admit that it was in part the Energon that nearly killed us,” he admitted, staring down at the remaining pink liquid in the barrel in his hands.
“Your scanners are that strong that they picked up the Energon here all the way from space?” Perceptor asked excitedly at the concept.
The Spartan gave him a shake of his head. “Unfortunately even our scanners are not that efficient.” His expression never changed even as Perceptor slouched in disappointment.
“Damn Soundwave,” Barricade chuckled as he prodded his large companion with his elbow. “This guy could give you a run for your credits in the deadpan department.” Soundwave responded in typical Soundwave fashion by ignoring Barricade completely, his optics never leaving the smaller jet.
“But then how did you locate us?” Optimus asked curiously.
“The signal you sent,” The Spartan spoke puzzled. “In trying to pinpoint it’s origin we discovered the Energon waves.” He paused again. “You sent out a signal, did you not?”
“The signal?” Ironhide asked surprised. “But that was sent out months ago!”
The Spartan turned to Ironhide puzzled. “We received a new signal just as we entered this solar system.” There were a few puzzled looks among the mechs and Rumble was the only one privy to Megatron groaning in frustration. He wasn’t the only one however who apparently figured out the strange signals origin.
“The ARC,” Barricade groaned with a shake of his head. “When Misfire’s shot freed the ARC there was probably a repetitive signal being broadcast that was muffled by the ice. After recognizing us however it probably stopped.”
“You’re kidding,” Ironhide drawled.
“Oh for crying out loud!” A voice suddenly called out from the ground and all the mechs turned surprised to find most of the small humans glaring up at them. Epps took a step forward. “So who are they?” he demanded to know, unable to contain his curiosity any longer. Will shot him a quick disapproving glare but he himself was glancing at Ironhide, eager for an answer.
“Well give us a minute and we’ll find out,” Ironhide huffed rather frustrated by all the non-answers himself.
It didn’t seem as if they would get one any time soon as the large Spartan suddenly swung his head around to stare at the small cluster of humans, his optics brightening with surprise and curiosity. “Fascinating,” he murmured as he leaned forward to get a closer look at the humans. “What are these little units?”
Miles practically jumped straight up in the air and scuttled behind Sam to escape the large mech’s scrutiny but Sam however just waved at him, use to the now tradition stares of surprise and fascination that nearly all the new arrivals had given him upon their arrivals. “Hello!”
The large head tilted to the left. “Fascinating,” he said again.
There was a long pause. “You’re a scientist, aren’t you?” Ironhide groaned as he dropped his head into his palm.
“Ironhide!” Perceptor yelped aghast and a bit insulted. “How could you say that like it’s a bad thing?”
“Why yes actually,” the Spartan answered surprised. “How did you know?”
“Really?” Perceptor instantly perked up as he whirled back around to look at the newcomer. “What field?”
“Um…” The Spartan leaned back as Perceptor practically leaned over him. “Xenomechanism.” As one everyone turned back to the humans.
Sam had been watching with a small smile hidden behind his hand. Any further and the Autobot scientist might just fall on top of the new arrival. He wondered briefly what it was that was being said when everyone turned to stare at himself and the others. Sam just raised an eyebrow, his curiosity now twice as strong as to what they were discussing.
“Really?” Perceptor asked excitedly.
The Spartan nodded. “Though I have yet to understand how these creatures can be functioning.” He went back to staring at the humans who were all staring right back at him. “Fascinating,” he said again.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Humans are very,very fascinating,” Ironhide quipped in annoyance. “Now, for the third time mind you, who are you?”
The Spartan nodded and leaned back away from the humans to turn and face the cluster of mechs all waiting eagerly for his answer. He had just opened his mouth to assuming give them what they had been asking for when suddenly there was a rather long string of frightening cackling sounds and the Spartan whirled around to stare at his companion, an expression of complete horror beginning to creep over his face. The smaller jet had apparently gotten the handle of walking around with the added bulk of his wings and had moved away from the group, waving his arms in excitement, the barrel of Energon still in his hand though thankfully it was empty.
“Watch me! Watch me!” he cried out excitedly. “I can fly now!”
“WHAT?” The Spartan bellowed stunned as he leaped to his feet, or rather tried too as he still had yet to find his new center of gravity.
Everyone turned in surprise as the new jet transformed and quickly lifted up off of the ice. Epps reached forward and clamped a hand on Sam and Miles respectively as the sudden burst of wind nearly knocked them down. It had their fathers and Sam reached down to help Ron back up as Steve brushed the snow off his jacket. “Why do I get the feeling that this is not a good thing?” Ron drawled as he watched the jet start to run rather sporadic maneuvers in the air.
“You gave him a flight mode?” The Spartan shouted horrified as he watched his companion beginning a series of barrel rolls in the air. “How could you give someone unstable as he is a flight mode?”
“Unstable?” Ratchet shouted aghast even as Barricade growled at the Spartan.
“It was either give him a flight mode or let him die. Would you have preferred the later?” the Mustang growled.
The Spartan graced Barricade with a defeated look before he turned back to where his companion was flying. Upside down. “GET BACK HERE!” The Spartan bellowed firmly, startling Optimus with the sheer force of his shout. “Right now!”
Whatever the smaller jet replied was lost in the roar of his engines as he spun back around and proceeded to make a few runs at the floating ship. He skimmed over the Gauntlet, startling the deck hands into running for cover. “What in the hell is going on here?” Captain Manning shouted at where everyone was standing torn between going to Optimus for answers or going back to his distressed crew. “What the hell does that new jet think he’s doing? Optimus Prime? Just what is going on here?”
“I’m trying my best to find that out,” Optimus replied quickly as he struggled to help the Spartan to his feet with the help of Ironhide. “What faction is your companion?” he asked the Spartan sharply.
“What?” the Spartan sounded stunned as he whirled to look at Optimus aghast.
“Don’t play stupid,” Barricade snapped at the larger mech. “Your companion has thicker armor plating, same as Soundwave and myself. Only the Decepticons had such precautions because we had prior warning that a war was about to take place!”
“He’s not of either faction and neither am I!” The Spartan shouted back at him, never taking his gaze away from his flying companion doing loop-de-loops.
“You are not?” Optimus asked agog. “Neutrals?”
The mech nodded. “Indeed. My companion was injured during one of the first battles on Cybertron and the only way to repair him was to use the plating of those that had fallen around us. That is why his plating is harder than normal.” He shot Barricade a quick glare and the Decepticon instantly backed down.
Soundwave wasn’t as appalled at the news as his companion however. “He’s a very good flyer for being a natural,” he said evenly. “And there is no record of a Seeker being amongst the neutrals.”
“He wasn’t a seeker,” the Spartan shook his head. “His brother was as was mine though.”
“Brother?” Optimus asked surprised but the Spartan’s attention was riveted on his companion.
“Get back here!” The Spartan shouted as it looked as if the other jet was about to test his new form as to how far it could go.
“But I want to see if I can circle this planet!” the jet whined back though he did turn away from his projected path of out over the ocean.
“We can do so later,” the Spartan told him.
“Oh the other governments are going to love that,” Jazz snickered.
“‘Other governments’?” the new mech asked puzzled.
“Lets just say this planet isn’t as unified as Cybertron was,” Ratchet explained with a small chuckle.
The Spartan just looked down at where Ratchet was running a scanner over him completely ignoring the roar of the smaller jet flying over them. With a shake of his head he turned back to watching his companion. “I just wish that he would come down before he hurts himself,” he sighed. He turned back to Barricade, ignoring Ratchet still circling him as he scanned for any damage caused by the Energon. “Neither of you are seekers yourselves, correct?” Both ‘Cons shook their heads. “Slag.”
“Well I’m ready to give you the all clear,” Ratchet announced with a smile.
The Spartan turned to him puzzled. “Clear for what?”
“To go after your companion of course,” Ratchet snickered.
The other mech continued to stare at him even as the smaller jet buzzed over them cackling madly. “I do not understand.”
There was a laugh from Jazz as he stepped forward and clapped a hand on the mech’s arm, much to Prowl’s alarm considering they still did not know whom they were dealing with. “You haven’t taken a look at yourself, have you?” Jazz snickered.
“Excuse me?” The mech asked affronted, pointedly taking a step back and out from under Jazz’s hand. Prowl instantly stepped forward to reclaimed his small husband, pulling him back and ignoring Jazz’s amused grin.
“The only other item that was anywhere near your size was that,” Ironhide told the mech straight up and pointed.
The newest arrival turned puzzled to stare at the large plane sitting on the ice a small ways away from the ship, the large box still sitting beside jet almost sheltered by the bulk. He looked at the Spartan stunned as he ran it against his own newer design. “I’m a seeker?” he practically bellowed, astounded at the notion.
“Well a flyer, yes,” Optimus chuckled. The mech could only turn and stare at the Autobot leader in stunned surprise. He didn’t have to test it out however as his startling shout seemed to instantly perk the interest of his companion and the airborne mech quickly turned and aimed right at where everyone was standing.
“INCOMING!” Epps bellowed aloud and he and Will both snagged Sam and Miles and hauled them back and away from the where the mechs were standing.
It was a sudden scramble as it looked as if the smaller jet wasn’t about to slow down any time soon and they all scattered. Ironhide scooped up both Will and Sam as Bumblebee did Epps and Miles. Soundwave quickly gathered Steve and Ron while Jazz proceeded to break out of the tight grip that Prowl had on him to pluck both Eddie and Knight off the ground. Manning and his crew were still a good distance away and simply turned and darted back towards the Gauntlet.
Perceptor had instantly calculated the jet’s flight path and was already almost all the way back towards the ridge where they had left the sleds before anyone else had even turned around. Sideswipe snagged his twin and hauled him away before Sunny could even begin to tell him that he could walk perfectly fine himself while Wheeljack did the same to a rather entertained Ratchet. He quickly lost his smile however as he turned to find that the Spartan had yet to move and that his companion was still barreling right for him. “What are you doing?” He shouted horrified, gaining everyone’s attention as they all turned.
The Spartan still didn’t move and Sam cringed as there was a loud roar of a jets engine and suddenly a cloud of snow flew upwards, encasing what had to be the two heavily damaged mechs. “What in the world is going on?” he shouted up at Ironhide, panic starting to overwhelm him as he tried to see the two mechs within the plume of frozen water.
“No idea,” Ironhide growled. “Optimus! What in the Pit is going on?”
Optimus shook his head as he turned back towards the two new arrivals. “Are you all right?” he shouted even as he chastised himself that of course they weren’t all right if the smaller jet had just plowed into his companion.
It was therefore stunning to all standing on the frozen wasteland of the Arctic when the snow finally settled back down to reveal both the Spartan and jet back in mech mode standing practically toe-to-toe with each other, the jet grinning madly. “You fly next! You fly next!” he shouted enthusiastically. “Lets see how well you compare with my superior self!”
“Wonderful, another egomaniac,” Sunstreaker muttered under his breath in English just because.
“Perhaps later,” the Spartan chuckled as he took the smaller jet’s arm and began steering him back to where the other mechs were watching gob smacked. “For now it seems as if we have caused our hosts enough grief.”
“You’re telling us,” Ironhide grouched under his breath, much to Will and Sam’s confusion.
“Are you all right?” Optimus asked again when the jet had gone to sulking behind his companions back.
“I do apologize for his enthusiasm,” the Spartan apologized. “Unfortunately due to the damage he sustained as well as the unexpected happenings during his repair he is a bit unstable. However he is not a danger to anyone save himself I can grantee that.”
“Thank Primus for that,” Prowl muttered, still refusing to release Jazz even though the small saboteur insisting that he was absolutely fine.
“What happened?” Ratchet instantly demanded to know. “What were the circumstances during his repair?”
The Spartan was apparently no fool when it came to medics and instantly nodded. “Apparently while we were desperately trying to keep him from dying there was a skirmish near one of the main power substations simultaneously.”
“What happened?” Sideswipe asked enthralled in the story now that it sounded to have some action in it.
“During our attempt to recharge him the battle at the substation apparently overloaded the main output and there was a massive power surge.”
Ironhide looked over at the small jet who was staring down at Soundwave’s smaller team unwaveringly. Ravage was growling, his tail practically straight out behind him much to the jet’s amusement while Rumble had hauled Frenzy behind the protective stance of Soundwave himself. “He looks fine to me,” Ironhide drawled.
“On the outside,” the Spartan sighed. “Unfortunately it disrupted his fusion reactor and there are a slew of electromagnetic anomalies in his entire circuitry. As a result of this instability he unfortunately believes himself to be a god.”
Stunned silence spread out over the mechs much to the worry of the nearby humans. “A god,” Optimus gaped at him. Even Ravage stopped growling at the said “godly” jet and turned to just stare at the Spartan.
The Spartan nodded. “As powerful if not more powerful than Primus himself. Of course that could simply be due to the fact his fusion reactor has a tendency to overcharge itself.”
Ratchet turned back to stare at Sam who was startled by the sudden scrutiny. “Did Primus speak to you about any of this when you spoke?” he demanded sharply.
“Pardon?” the Spartan asked surprised as he turned to look at Ratchet in askance.
Ratchet shook his head as he had to switch back to English and repeated his question to Sam. “Did Primus mention anything about the jet’s glitches when you spoke?”
“Glitches?” Sam asked surprised as he looked over at the jet worriedly. “You mean like Red Alert’s?”
“Oh apparently this mech makes Red Alert’s glitch look like a small annoyance,” Ironhide huffed.
“Ironhide!” Will admonished before Optimus could even utter a word. It was amazing how quickly Ironhide went from annoyed to thoroughly rebuke.
“Fascinating,” the Spartan spoke once again.
“Oh, er. No he didn’t,” Sam said with a shrug.
“Odd,” Ratchet frowned going back to looking at the small jet.
“So…” Jazz spoke up as he turned back to the Spartan since it seemed that they weren’t going to get anywhere on the jets condition any time soon. “Just what are we suppose to call you since you have yet to tell us your names? Or should we just make something up?”
The Spartan stared at smaller lieutenant in surprise. “You mean I have yet to tell you my name?” he asked amazed.
“Why should we?” his companion suddenly frowned as he turned away from the still hissing Ravage. “They didn’t tell us theirs!”
Optimus’ optics flickered in shock as he realized that they hadn’t. “Quite right,” he said after a moment of surprise. “I am Optimus Prime and these are-”
“You are Optimus Prime?” the Spartan gasped as he whirled around to stare at Optimus in disbelief.
Optimus’ head tilted oh so slightly to the left. “Indeed,” he chuckled. The amusement turned into alarm however as the Spartan practically sank down to his knees in the snow.
“Oh thank Primus,” the mech spoke with audible relief in his voice. “Then perhaps you can finally help us to end our search.”
“Your search?” Prowl asked curiously just as surprised at the mechs words.
The Spartan nodded. “We have been searching since the war first began.”
“For?” Ratchet asked.
“Our brothers,” the Spartan told him.
“The ones you said were seekers?” Wheeljack asked surprised.
The Spartan nodded. “My brother as well as his brother who happens to be my Starlinked.”
Barricade and Bumblebee quickly shared apprehensive glances even as Optimus spoke. “Who are they?” he asked quickly, the names of all the know seekers planet side floating through his databanks as well as the names of the many that he and his fellow Autobots had killed in battle.
The Spartan looked at him hopefully. “My name is Skyfire,” he began. “My companion is Sunstorm and we are searching for the seekers known as Solarflare and Astralplane.” And both the Spartan now know as Skyfire and the jet now known as Sunstorm turned to look at Optimus with both apprehension and hope that their search had somehow finally, one way or another, come to an end.
-To Be Continued
Notes:
1-I swear to PRIMUS that when I was working the outline and decided to have Skyfire arrive at the Arctic I HAD NEVER SEEN THE OLD G1 SERIES! Imagine Kallipso and my surprise when I looked up the episodes with him to get a handle on his accent and speaking patterns to learn that not only had the Autobots driven to the Arctic but that Skyfire had actually arrived in the Artic in the old series! Color me surprised! ^_^
2-I have absolutely no idea what Skyfire’s area of expertise were. I looked everywhere and no one specifically stated what it was that he was a specialist in so I just decided that Xenomechanics sounded interesting.
3-Any suspicions as to the two mechs Skyfire mention please do not state them in the reviews! Thank you for your consideration! (I love mass confusion, don’t I?)
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