Cybertron's Outcasts; The Crash Landing

Chapter Twenty- Gear's End

"Bulkhead, contact Ratchet and get, Harvenger was it, help. His arm seems damaged pretty badly."

Optimus glanced at the colorful bot, who was trying to hoist Beelzebub back into their ship. She was trying to tell him that there was another way back into the ship, but he wasn't listening.

"Nah, I'm good." Harvenger tried, losing balance and toppling over, knocking Beelzebub down just as she was reaching the bay door, "Beelzebub already fixed it!"

"It's only temporary. Don't give me too much credit."

Beelzebub huffed and pulled her downed friend from the ground, and turned back to the prime.

"I think that, before we start initiating this plan, we should probably drag Gearend out of there." Beelzebub said, pointing back up to the ship.

"Gearend is another one of your teammates I presume?" Optimus asked.

Beelzebub nodded.

"As Harvenger so graciously demonstrated," Beelzebub said, glaring at the mech, "It is difficult to get back into the ship through the cargo bay door. However, there is another way to get back inside. I'll climb up there and get Gearend out and retrieve some rope or something..."

::We have rope at base,:: Bumblebee said, ::I could ask Ratchet to grab some when he comes to check Harvenger's arm.::

"That would be helpful, thank you..."

Beelzebub turned her back to them, moving to climb up the rock face and onto the roof of the ship. Beelzebub moved upward just as she did before when first escaping the ship and getting back in.

As Beelzebub climbed up the side of the cave, Bulkhead turned to Harvenger.

"What exactly are you guys?" Bulkhead asked.

"What do you mean?" Harvenger replied in question.

"You aren't an autobot, and you're not a decepticon, and you're against the bounty hunters, so what are you?"

Harvenger shrugged. He'd been asking himself that for a long time, since they truly didn't have a sensible name for themselves.

"I don't know, really. We're not autobots and we don't like the decepticons or mercenaries..." Harvenger tried to reason, "We've been called a lot of things, outcasts mainly."

Bulkhead nodded as he turned from the colorful bot, who was now sitting on a rock. He commed the medic, hoping that he wouldn't be frustrated by the situation.

-!=!-

Cold.

A feeling that the mech hated, though tolerated with little complaint.

When his optics came back online, he was in his berthroom. He was on his back, one of his blankets draped over his legs. Had the crash all been a dream and they were still floating about in space?

No, that couldn't be true. He never dreamed, he'd lost the ability to do so long ago. He proceeded to right himself, kicking the blanket away. His room was dark, but he could tell that it had been messed up in the crash. He decided that he hated gravity.

He stood up, looking around. No one was there, which didn't surprise him. His team were probably elsewhere.

His legs wobbled. Cold. He couldn't feel them, he could only feel the cold.

"Beelzebub!" He called out, "Harvenger! Where in the pit did you idiots get off to?!"

He heard a thump from the back of the ship, but didn't dare to leave the room. He wasn't a coward, but he noticed that the ship was tilted forward. He heard pedesteps following the thump.