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Serendipity
Chapter 2

The feel of large fingers petting
him eventually made it through the fog of pain, confusion and dizziness
clouding his mind, bringing him a mild sense of comfort as he fought to
breathe, the beating of his heart so loud in his ears that it drowned out
everything else.
Knee weakening relief flooded
through him. He�d been found! He�d known �Bee would find him, rescue him- save
him- but it was still immensely reassuring to feel the warmth radiating off the
metal touching him, to hear the familiar calming murmur of a Cybertronian�s
inner workings under his ear as he felt the thick fog in his head rolling back
in, making thinking difficult. He wasn�t too worried though- �Bee was here and
that meant help was on the way so Sam could just doze until Ratchet showed up
and, inevitably, began badgering him about the dangers of sitting in the road.
Sam thought that he may have
mumbled something- something about breathing and water- but the rush-rush of
blood pounding in his ears and the strange thin, wheezing sounds he couldn�t
place prevented him from hearing an answer if he received one as awareness again
slipped away.

_____________________________________

The standard crack! that announced Skywarp�s entrance
to the base was oddly muffled in the thinly pressurized interior atmosphere of
the Decepticon Mars base. A quick proximity check indicated that his arrival
had gone unnoticed by the base�s meager occupancy with the exception of his trine-mate
Starscream, who seemed to be in the middle of a breakdown if the waves of
frustrated anger and spark deep sorrow that flowed through the bond were any
indication.�
Apparently, the other Seeker was
still having difficulties successfully caring for their dwindling number of hatchlings and Skywarp spared a moment to send as
many positive thoughts as he could back to the other, hoping to reassure
Starscream enough to sustain and bolster the jet until the teleporter�s task
was done. He would have to go comfort Starscream shortly but first Skywarp had
a project to set up, preferably without his wing-mate�s knowledge or
interference.
Hefting the items he carried,
making his way through the warren that made up the corridor system, Skywarp
reached what had long ago been the prototype protoform
laboratory. Due to the substantial resource demands of the hatchlings currently
developing in the hatchery, the unused lab had been shut down but everything
including the machinery in the room was still perfectly intact and had thus far
escaped any cannibalization unlike other sections of the old base.
Rows of miscellaneous parts lined
the walls, all of varying sizes and materials, as did blocks of different
alloys, packages of wiring, circuitry and a multitude of other parts, all still
vacuum sealed against dust. The workbenches against the walls underneath the
parts displayed had been carefully covered in a flexible static reducing cloth, as if whoever had been in charge of the lab before
its closure had known that it would not see use for a very long time once the
doors shut. Skywarp sent a silent word of gratitude for the forethought and,
after quickly cycling his optics to their lowest sensitivity setting to
compensate for the dim lighting, headed for the back of the large room into the
small scale incubation area where the protoform pods
were kept, lights flickering on as he proceeded.
Everything in here had been
covered as well and Skywarp�s optics scanned over the row of empty pods,
deciding on the one tucked away in a corner furthest from the doorway. The
Seeker walked over and pulled the sheathing off the pod, examining it
critically for structural defects, surprised that the whole device appeared
small enough to fit in the palm of the jet�s hand and marveling over the
realization that Sam would fit with room to spare. Reaching the pod�s control
panel, the Seeker hit the power and began running a diagnostic check, waiting
with impatience for the ready light display to glow green. Once the initial
system check and line flushing were finished, Skywarp had the mechanisms
complete a test run while he began setting down items near the inlet tubing faucets
that jutted from the wall beside the pod, an algorithm in the in the corner of
his visual display chugging away at the necessary amounts and verifying the
answers against the medical information he had stolen.
He would only get one shot at
this after all.
After a cycle, the indicator
lights flickered into being and Skywarp began inspecting the thick membrane
that made up the majority of the filled pod�s casing, checking for leaks and
weak spots, for anything that would indicate failure. Everything held, though, all
readouts confirming that the pod was running normally and ready for an
undeveloped protoform to be placed inside the
solution for incubation. When he was finally satisfied, Skywarp hit the abort
command, red optics studying the blue tinged fluid as it was flushed away through
a valve at the bottom of the small chamber. Once the purge was successful and
the pod sanitized, the Seeker began making adjustments, attaching the intake
tubing access to the valves on the containers he�d stolen from Earth sitting on
the floor. After a last check that everything was secure, he sent a signal to
the control panel to wirelessly recalibrate the machinery according to the
needed specifications.
When the pod was half filled with
the new mixture of chemicals, Skywarp activated the security force fields that
quartered the lab�s multiple rooms into smaller sections- never knew when an
experiment may turn psychotic- and signaled the space around he and the pod to
pressurize in a mimicry of Earth�s atmosphere. Only
once he had verified with his own sensors that the air around him was suitable
did he open the cockpit of his new alt-mode and carefully remove the limp form
curled inside the small space.
��Pure dumb luck.�
Skywarp was rapidly becoming very fond of that human saying since it seemed an
apt description of his entire experience of the Sol system thus far. He had
arrived on Mars to support his trine-mate�s attempts of caring for the
hatchlings but Starscream, enraged from recent events, had instead ordered him
to Earth to hunt down what he perceived as the cause of the current state of
the Decepticon Army. The logic of the argument had escaped the teleporter but
the desire to help and make the other happy had over-ridden any protest to the
vindictive order and thus Skywarp had immediately departed to his new
destination, intent on terminating the flesh-creature known as Sam Witwicky,
destroyer of both the Allspark and Megatron.
Considering how easily humans
could be damaged, the last seemed a bit farfetched even to Skywarp, but
Starscream�s insistence that the human had to die had just fueled the Seeker�s
curiosity as he made his approach to the blue planet. Who was this �Sam� and
what powers did he possess to be able to do the things that Starscream claimed,
to accomplish the one task his trine-mate had been unable to do since the war
began? Skywarp wanted to know and so he decided to question the squishy
thoroughly before killing him as Starscream demanded.��
A Seeker�s eyes were second only
behind a medic�s and that was merely due to each model�s respective function.
Both had to be able to scan for minute details in nanokliks
over the distances separating them from their targets but, while a medic had
the advantage of doing their work up close, a Seeker had to perform the same
task from considerably further away since, due to their frames being built more
for speed and agility, their lighter armor was a liability in combat. As such,
one of the safest and most efficient ways for flight models to get the most
information about an unknown planet populated by hostiles was to constantly
scan large quantities of land from a high altitude.
From his position just inside
Earth�s orbit, Skywarp had begun scanning the landmasses below him, part of his
processor sorting through the humans he saw and comparing it to the image of
his target as he mapped and catalogued the features of the environment below.
He remembered thinking that finding this �Sam� would be considerably easier if
more humans were looking up as he passed far overhead instead of looking down
or straight ahead as most were doing� And then, as he made his entrance into
the atmosphere, Skywarp passed over the eastern seaboard of the continent of
North America where, at that exact nanoklik, his
target had just happened to be looking up at the sky.
Pure dumb luck
indeed.
��You�re not very impressive, squishy.� Skywarp
commented not for the first time as the human dangled between his fingers. The
jet waited, cocking his head to the side and listening to Sam�s heart and lungs
struggle to work, watching with mild curiosity as a fresh
trail of red ran out the corner of the human�s mouth to join the amount that
already coated the tiny body.
When it appeared no answer was
forthcoming, the Seeker stroked the rounded curve of a talon lightly against
the unmarred surface of the human�s face, hoping it would provoke a response
like the gesture had similarly during their cycles out in the desert. Skywarp had
taken the human to the polar opposite of the conditions they met in, the idea
being that, since cold seemed to adversely affect the human, warmth would
revive his systems. It had worked�sort of, even if Sam�s answer had been
nonsensical at the time, and had given Skywarp a theory about how to solve the
problem of his inability to communicate with the rapidly deteriorating squishy.
A quick look on the human internet and not only did the jet have a list of the
substances he would need for his project but also the coordinates of their
current locations on Earth, most of which were easily accessible because the
squishies stored them for quick transport. A little global �smash-n-grab� later
and Skywarp had everything he�d need. Growing bored and disappointed with Sam�s
continued silence, Skywarp ran his talon a final time
down the human�s face and turned his attention back to the pod�s control panel.
A snippet of reservation tried to
whisper through his processor over his plan, reminding him that it was not too
late, that he could still forget the whole thing, that if anyone discovered his
�project he would be terminated, but Skywarp ignored it, contenting himself
with the knowledge that, if his idea worked, then he would be able to
thoroughly question Sam later. After that, Skywarp could kill him as Starscream
had ordered and no one- especially Megatron- would ever have to know.
Until then it was the pod for the
fragile organic creature.
�Heal fast, squishy!� The Seeker
depressed the button that uncovered the silicon lined instillation chute to the
pod�s membranous chamber and dropped the squishy in, feeling a thrill of dismay
at the pained sound that drifted up from the opening just before the chute�s
cover plates spiraled back into place to lock out any potential contaminates.
Seconds later, a valve at the top of the pod�s flat back plating slid open to
forcefully expel the unmoving Sam, who tumbled wildly until the thick liquid
already filling the interior slowed him to a gentle stop near the bottom.
�Oh, sure, now you move�� He groused as he watched Sam intently. The sudden
introduction into an aqueous environment seemed to restore the human somewhat
and Skywarp mentally patted himself on the back as Sam�s head moved, tossing
from side to side. The activity spread, progressing to tiny arms and feet that
jerked spasmodically, but, as the jet watched the squishy become more agitated,
the idea that something could be wrong wormed its way into his processor. Sam
began thrashing in earnest, dark streaks of red appearing from his wounds while
he struggled against his liquid prison, the pod�s monitoring systems red
lighting warningly as it tracked the rising stress levels of the body within.
�No! No, no, no, no�� Skywarp
muttered, desperately checking and rechecking the pod�s settings, the chemical
ratios, the individual valve couplings of the components he�d brought. What was
wrong? What had malfunctioned? His math was flawless and he�d made sure to
gather all the ingredients the human internet listed as necessary to promote
growth and healing so why had something gone wrong? The jet grew more and more
troubled as he watched the squishy�s strange liquid
filled eyes open to show stark terror, cheeks puffing out as Sam�s hands clawing
weakly at his throat, a foot kicking against the membrane.
Skywarp wracked his processor
helplessly for an answer as he cross referenced the display with everything he
had gathered from the internet and, when he realized what had the squishy in
such a tizzy, let out a bark of sound that sounded so flat to his audios that
it couldn�t even be called a laugh. He put a hand against the dense plating
covering his spark chamber and sank to his knees, putting himself at optic
level with the panicked human.
�It�s safe, honest!� Skywarp
said, cycling his engines and pulling air through his intakes noisily in
demonstration as he added, �Just, you know, inhale or whatever��
But Sam continued to fight, his
efforts becoming slower and more uncoordinated, until finally his eyes rolled
into the back of his head, his body off-lining. Bubbles of air trailed upward
lazily from the human�s mouth and nose, the pockets of gas quickly disappearing
as a filtration program was triggered to clean the dirtied liquid of the
bubbles and crimson taint of blood. Under the noise of the pod�s filtering
cycle, Skywarp could hear Sam�s heart rate slow while his lungs filled, the
monitoring machinery showing that the human�s stress levels had plummeted back
into an acceptable range as the soiled liquid was replaced with a fresh mixture,
the indigo shade easily hiding the human inside from the jet�s optics
Icy cold fear tried to slide
through the Seeker�s spark as the human remained still within the murky depths
and Skywarp hesitantly pressed the smooth ridge of his claw against the membrane.
Humans were supposed to be tactile creatures, a concept that was not common in
Cybertronian society except between close groupings, and the jet stroked his
claw along the flexible surface, pressing it inward until he nudged the motionless
squishy�s arm. The relief that flooded his systems
bordered on pain once Sam twitched slightly in response and Skywarp hastily
snatched his hand back with such zeal one would have thought the trapped human
had somehow managed to harm him.
Flexing his hand nervously, the
jet turned his attention to fiddling with the heating controls, increasing the
pod�s internal temperature until it reached the requisite human measurement of
98.6 degrees Fahrenheit, and locked the control panel so that the settings
couldn�t be reset by any curious idiot that happened to find the pod. Sam was
as safe as he could be short of Skywarp standing guard, which, on second
analysis, wasn�t safe either since it would only arouse suspicion, so Sam was
as safe as he could be while unconscious among human hating Decepticons.
� Skywarp triggered a scheduling
program on his Head�s Up Display and set it to remind him to check on the pod
every two cycles but to remind him to do so every half hour.
After one last check of the systems,
Skywarp deactivated the systems responsible for maintaining the minimal
atmosphere and pressure before dismissing the shields partitioning off the
space he stood in. Crouching, he picked up the cover sheet and replaced it
carefully over the pod, the mild electrical field of the active pod brushing
reassuringly against his own. He logged the sensation absently in his sensor
net, as well as the unique hum of the machinery, tracking both as he walked
back through the lab to the exit. Starscream was just a massive knot of rage,
frustration and despair on the other end of their trine link, desperately in
need of soothing, and Skywarp had neglected him long enough�
The jet whipped around, spark
stuttering in its chamber as the pod�s energy signature abruptly vanished along
with the hum, the lights and anything else in the room connected to the base�s
power grid.�
Almost by reflex, the jet
teleported the short distance separating him from Sam, immediately flicking
switches on the control panel in an attempt to get a response from something,
anything! Skywarp could hear himself growling in frustration, swearing a
constant stream of slag that even Starscream would have been impressed by but,
by the Pit it wasn�t fair! He�d worked so hard, been so careful, had done more
research than ever before for a prank and now it was about to be proven useless
because the slagging power had gone out!
Enraged, Skywarp kicked the wall
under the pod as hard as he could, perversely satisfied
when the surface shuddered even as the servos in his toes whined painfully in
protest. He jumped back, startled, when Sam�s pod shifted on its mounting,
skewing slightly to the left. A quick check on the human proved that he had not
been harmed by the movement and then Skywarp shifted his attention to the pod�s
wall support, studying the brackets and valve attachments on the back plating
and realizing with some surprise that the whole apparatus was portable.
Portable. Designed to be
mobile.
Even before the idea had fully
formed in his processor, Skywarp�s logic circuits were arguing against it. What
he was considering now was well above and beyond even the loosest definition of
sanity which he would see if he would only stop and think! It was too reckless, too stupid
and never before had he considered going so far for a prank, let alone a Pit
slagging conversation! There was no way that anything the squishy said would be
worth what Skywarp was considering.
The jet hesitated, talons
hovering over the pod�s back plating, Sam�s slow heart rate loud in his audios.

____________________

Back on Earth, the sun was
steadily sinking toward the horizon, paining the sky in orange and red hues
that, in any other situation, Bumblebee would have considered pretty. Now,
however, he resented the discoloration of the sky and the narrowing window of
time it represented.
Once Optimus had arrived, the
pair of Autobots had split up to cover both sides of West Drive, a small street
that ran through Turning Basin Park between Springdale Road and Alexander
Street. Beyond the empty Sam-sized pool near the left side of the roadway,
there was no further blood evidence to indicate which way Sam had gone, and from
the tire patterns, it was clear that the vehicle that had struck Sam had not
stopped or reversed course to help the victim.
The latter was a fact that made
Bumblebee�s spark burn with a rage he hadn�t known he was capable of and he had
to work to keep his thoughts about the hit-and-run locked away in the back of
his processor. If he let them linger then questions such as �Was Sam conscious
the whole time?� and �Did he plead for help as they drove away, leaving him to
die?�or �How much had Sam suffered?� arose, prompting unhelpful thoughts that
ran rampant once unleashed, his emotional components short-circuiting into a
screaming incoherent wail of, Sam, Sam
answer me! Please, please be alrightPrimuswhatifhe�sdeadIt�sallmyfaultIshouldneverhaveleftI�mgoingtoKILLthemnoonehurtsSamohPrimusSamI�mhereSAMSAYSOMETHING!!!
These thoughts did not help Bumblebee
remain on task and so they remained confined behind a mental barrier.
None of the local hospitals had
reported receiving an accident victim fitting Sam�s physical description which
left two possibilities about Sam�s current whereabouts: either the teenager was
still in the area, hidden and unable to communicate or someone had taken him, a
reality with a disturbing amount of credence given the Cybertronian footprints and
the fading vestiges of a Decepticon energy signature Optimus had detected.
If the Decepticons had Sam, he
was probably dead already and, if by some miracle he was still alive, then he
was probably wishing for death.
The barrier shuddered warningly
as the wail in the back of his processor became an anguished moan, guilt and
fear eating at the scout�s spark like twin demons, further disrupting his
normal reasoning abilities and driving him on with an unholy desperation.
With frantic zeal, Bumblebee
searched the forest on the right side of the road, his
fingers carefully explored any space big enough for a human to crawl into. His
sensor arrays were already at their maximum and a large section of his
processor had been devoted to sorting through all the information that bounced
back, paying attention to any heat signature he found no matter how small. It
was entirely conceivable that a hypothermic Sam, in his injured and bleeding
state, would have sought shelter in any space large enough to hold him thus
hiding or even negating his regular heat production. With that thought firmly
in his processor, Bumblebee peered into a large hole partially obscured by the
roots of the large tree it was under and called softly to the large knot of
heat his sensors had detected, having to stomp down on the excitement that
tried to overtake him when something moved.
Sam?SamsamsamsamsamSAM!!!!!
::Optimus I think I found him!::
He sent over the radio, peripherally aware of the Prime immediately heading
toward him as, underground, the heat signature shifted and began heading upward
toward the mouth of the burrow, closer to the yellow Autobot.
�That�s it,� He coaxed softly,
pulling a blanket from a subspace pocket and already priming his internal
heaters so that once he transformed he would be able to warm Sam as fast
possible. �C�mon Sam, it�s safe��
Small black eyes peered up at him
as an extremely large female raccoon emerged from the burrow, sniffing at the
air before letting out a low growl of warning and running off into the forest.
��
�NonononononoSAMWHEREAREYOU?!
He keened piteously. Sam wasn�t
here. He could search the forest until the sun burned itself out but Sam wasn�t
here which meant that the second possible explanation was the correct one. The
realization was like a laser blast through Bumblebee�s spark chamber. The
Decepticons had Sam which meant...which meant�
Sam�s
dead.
His mental barrier crumbled,
emotional components seizing control, and the yellow scout glitched
violently as his world seemed to implode.

______________________________

If looks could kill, Leo�s body
would be stone cold.
�What do you mean, �Sam�s
missing?�� Mikaela growled, her voice was tinny but no
less malicious as it came through the small speakers of Sam�s computer. Even
over the video feed from a webcam, her glare was exactly as Leo remembered-
absolutely terrifying- and he was infinitely glad that thousands of miles
separated them physically.
�Just what I
said!� Leo threw
up his hands and wished he wasn�t sweating so badly. Unable to keep still, he
began pacing in a tight little circle in front of the computer as he, again,
repeated the same story he had told Optimus a few hours ago. �And then Optimus
said that �Bee had found Sam�s blood and I thought you�d want to know�but I had
to get to class��
�Class? Sam�s missing and you had to go to class?!� Mikaela�s tone was absolutely
murderous as she pulled her webcam off its perch and leveled it so that only
her eyes showed in the chat window. �You selfish little
bastard!�
�Hey! Whoa! Excuse me for even
telling you then!� Leo practically leapt back from the computer, putting his
hands up in a warding gesture, as if somehow she�d be able to harm him through
the computer. �You know, I�m a very busy man! I have a business to run, you
know��
Mikaela�s eyebrows arched, her
eyes narrowing, and Leo swore that he could see his death in her eyes. �The
only reason you�re telling me at all is because you know that I�d kill you if
you didn�t!�
How could Sam date this monster?!
Brain damage- it had to be- that was the only logical explanation! �S-see if I
ever help you again�� He said, trying to regain some manly dignity and failing
as he flinched back as he accidentally made direct eye contact.
�And what, if anything, have you
done to help the search effort?� She hissed, getting up and moving in and out
of the webcam�s field as she carried out some task- it looked like she was
throwing laundry around�
�I,� Leo gulped,
the realization that she was packing hitting him like a fist to his gut. She
was coming here! He mentally scrambled, panicking until he remembered that he
had done way more than she had. Lifting his chin and folding his arms over his
chest, he tried to adopt an air of superiority. �I, I, I put my life on the
line and found the guys who grabbed him! I told them that messing with Sam was
like messing with my family and no one messes with my family! I kicked their
asses until they told me everything they knew! So, so the question is, what
have you done for Sam?�
Mikaela�s expression morphed into
one of innocence. She pulled it off so perfectly that it sent a chill down
Leo�s spine and made him momentarily doubt his sanity. �Well, since I just
found out, the answer is nothing. Yet.� She
disappeared briefly from the frame then returned,
expression hostile. �Now listen here, moron.
We both know that you�re useless in a fight and a complete pussy-�
�I am not a pussy!� Leo snarled,
indignant and outraged.
�-And that you would
have to be dragged to any life-threatening fight unless it was completely
stacked in your favor.
Seriously? Who did you fight? Band
geeks? The A/V club? Did you take their lunch
money too?�
�Don�t confuse me with your
former loser boyfriend.� Leo hissed, affronted, too angry to actually think of
a better response. There was nothing wrong with being preoccupied with self-preservation
but he had put his self interests aside once he found out Sam was missing!
Maybe he hadn�t fought like, Mike Tyson or Megatron or anyone like that but the
fact remained that Leo had fought to
find out what had happened to his missing roommate. �I actually have the IQ to
keep a seat warm and the honor to risk my ass to save a friend in trouble!�
Mikaela�s gaze was flat but all
the same her eyes seemed to see right through him. �The only reason you�d risk
your ass without a gun pressed to your head is because you know that, if
anything happened to Sam, then you�d be the first suspect to his group of very
big, very powerful friends. Peace
loving or not, they�ve fought a war for longer than human history and they�d be
very, very angry if they even thought you had something to do with it. They are
all very protective of Sam, especially so considering that the bad guys are
still out there, and you know damn well that no edict on the planet would
protect you from Bumblebee�s wrath.�
Leo�s mouth worked but no sound
came out and, as his emotions warred with each other, it was impossible to know
which one kept him silent. He was so angry he wanted to scream, so guilty he
wanted to run away, and so many, many other things that ranged anywhere from
making him want to cry to want to hide to call his priest for an appropriate
penance.
�I am going to call the
Witwicky�s then get on a plane to come out there.� Mikaela continued when he
remained silent. �In the meantime, I want you to start searching news reports
worldwide for anything odd, like our kind of odd, and make a list. If Sam�s disappeared without a trace then
there�re really only a handful of reasons and none of them involve an impromptu
vacation. Keep your phone on- I�ll call you when I land so you can pick me up.�
�I�m not your chauffer!� Leo
said, finally finding his voice. �I have homework! And class! Call �Bee or Optim��
�But he was talking to an empty screen and
there was nothing to do except shut down Sam�s computer, head over to the
opposite side of the room and start prowling the internet.

��
�
A/N: Hopefully the following will clear up any
issues that have popped up during both chapters.
I have to be honest, I�ve never
been anywhere near Princeton University but I did grow up on the East Coast and
I know how damn cold it can get in Fall at night. For those who have
experienced it, then this will be no surprise but the cold out there isn�t just
a drop in temperature. It�s like a live thing with teeth and claws that bites
and stings, that tears right through you down to the bones, stealing your
breath, burning you from the inside out as it slowly locks your joints and robs
you of complex thought. For Sam, a Californian native, to be grabbed from his
nice warm bed, then spirited away in a warm car, only to be dumped in the
forest in the middle of the night�? Maybe I�m overplaying it but, as I see it,
there�s no way he�s going to do well so I am sorry if he comes off a bit of a wuss. It honestly wasn�t meant as a slight to his overall
character if anyone got offended. I had a similar reaction when acclimating to
the ungodly heat out here when I moved to the West Coast. I arrived in summer
and it was like being locked in a furnace with no escape. I didn�t leave the
safety of a functioning A/C unit for months afterward. On the flipside, once I
gained my heat resistance, I lost my cold tolerance so now I�m screwed when I
visit home.
Keep in mind that there is a
learning curve for everything and, as advanced as they are, I sincerely doubt
that Cybertronians are exceptions to this rule. Even when the new concept is
fully understood, it�s more likely that older patterns would be followed over
the new information though minor corrections could be incorporated into the
older patterns. How is this relevant to the story? It�s why Skywarp decides to
jury-rig something more familiar to him and doesn�t just drop Sam off at a
hospital. Also, having knowledge doesn�t necessarily mean you know how to apply
it. Don�t believe me? Read through a neuroscienece
book then go conduct brain surgery.
Science moment for the day: There
is such a thing as breathable liquid through it is more commonly referred to as
fluid breathing and is- as far as I can tell- still quite experimental. The
idea behind it is to create an oxygen enriched liquid that could be used in
diving, medicine (specifically in premature babies and adults with ARDS) and
space travel. I imagine that there are many other uses out there but these are
the top three I found and though I�m all for the refinement of such technology,
I doubt it will ever be integrated fully into any society�s cultural since we
as humans are hard-wired to, ya know, avoid drowning.
Imagine being hurled into a deep lake with weights tied to your ankles and
someone calmly telling you to �just breathe normally� before your head sinks
under water. Scary as hell probably doesn�t even come close as a description.
For the purposes of this story, the mix Skywarp�s using has several features
that the regular stuff does not� at least, I think, anyway. Good to know that
neither I nor James Cameron pulled the idea out of thin air, eh?
FYI: Now, for those of you only
familiar with the movie-verse characters, then Skywarp is going to be a little bit
of a mystery. Though I�m trying to hold to the actual personality displayed in
the original G1 Transformer�s cartoon, I am taking a few liberties with some
characteristics that I think would justifiably mature given how long the war
between both factions has raged. His reasoning capability will be the biggest
victim of this since, without someone around that he�ll listen to to keep him in line, I suspect that Skywarp would have been
one of the first Decepticon casualties once Megatron fired the first salvo of
the war.
Skywarp, for the record, is one
of a pair of Seeker�s that make up Starscream�s Trine.
He is the prankster/ free spirit of the group and is kept in line usually by
Thundercracker, the last Trine member. Since he is never portrayed as the most
intelligent or the most violent Decepticon, Skywarp�s biggest asset is his
ability to teleport over distances, though the limits of his talent are greatly
debated. Skywarp takes the alternate form of an F-22 Raptor but, unlike bronze Starscream,
his coloring is distinctive: matte black with purple (or lavender) trim.
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