Cybertron's Outcasts; The Crash Landing

Chapter Twenty Seven- Almost

Attempting to climb up the slanted floor of the Fire Light was a difficult task. Since Beelzebub was a seeker, her pedes had no traction, even if she added spiked padding to them.
    She felt like an invalid, slipping about in the water. She felt quite useless as well. She could hear the blaster fire from outside of the ship, but couldn't do anything to aid the battle.
    She sighed gently as she continued her climb upward, having reached the door to the med bay in record time. Beelzebub had almost reached the surface when the ship shook around her.
    "What in the pit?" She mumbled out loud as her optics shot around, looking for a source.
    Suddenly, she felt the ship begin to tip backward.
    Beelzebub felt a sense of dread and panic rise from deep in her tank as the ship moved. It was going to fall in a matter of seconds, and only Primus knew what fate would befall her if she fell with the ship.
    She moved as quickly as she could towards the exit, using the door frames as leverage. She wrapped her servos around them and used them to push herself forward faster.
    She was able to reach the hall near the back of the ship quickly. Before Beelzebub was able to climb out, the ship rocked backwards, causing her to almost slip and fall. She was able to grab onto the doorway of Harvenger and Gearend's room before she could fall.
You need to move quicker, Beez, Beelzebub told herself, Move or die. That's what we go by, right?
    Beelzebub clamored as fast as she could out of the water, her armor feeling heavier as gravity took its toll.
    The ship tilted backwards slowly, the anticipation of falling was making Beelzebub's tanks twirl. She kept telling herself that she wouldn't fall, and even if she did, her friends would find her.
    As she reached the storage bay of the ship, the entire vessel creaked and groaned. Beelzebub gasped as the ship fell, losing her footing and falling. Before she could cry out, she was tossed back into the water.
    It hurt, being slammed into the water. It was a terrifying experience, hearing the water whizz past her audials as the ship fell into the depths behind her. Soon she was floating on the water alone, the ship was gone completely.
    She turned around, seeing the ship slowly fall into the depths was like watching your friend die. They had had that ship for a very long time and it had been their home for so long. It was spark breaking.
    Beelzebub couldn't focus on the loss of the ship now, she needed to get out of the water. If she stayed under any longer, she would sink.
    But what could she possibly do? It was known that cybertronians or any other species of similar lineage were not meant to swim. She would exert a lot of energy and it would get her nowhere, making her sink further.
    What could she do...? Wait. She was a flight frame, she could just fly out!
    Without thinking any further, she shifted her plating, shifting into her alt form and shooting out of the water.
                                                                                -!-!-
    "Holy slag," Harvenger mumbled as they watched the ship fall backwards.
    Both Gearend and Harvenger rushed over the ledge. The two mechs looked down into the water for any sign of their friend.
    The autobots watched from a distance, having no idea how to react. They hadn't quite known the young medic, and didn't know if she was lost yet. Their reactions were simple frowns.
    The dinobot from earlier and his friends looked confused. They didn't know what was going on, for they hadn't been here.
    "What is that about?" The dinobot questioned.
    "Beelzebub was still in the ship." Compton said from his place near his friend.
    "Oh..."
    Just as he finished his realization, they heard a loud noise.
    A jet had shot out of the water, sending water flying as it flew upwards towards the roof of the cave.  It spun once before diving to the ground. The jet's plating shifted, showing that it was Beelzebub all along.
    The young medic dropped to the ground, loosening her armor slightly, causing water to pour out.
    "Holy slag, Beez." Harvenger said, "You scared us there."
    "If you're expecting an apology, you aren't getting one." Beelzebub said, "It was fine, I had everything under control."
    "'Under control' my aft!" The dinobot chuckled, "You should have seen their faces, it was great!"
    "When did you get here, jerk face." Gearend asked.
    "Not five minutes ago. Raistlin and I had to save your afts, you're welcome,by the way."
    "No one is thanking you."
    "Sorry to interrupt your reunion," Bulkhead interjected, glancing at the knight who had shifted back to root mode, "But your appearance here doesn't seem expected."
    "It wasn't," Harvenger replied, "We thought we lost Raptore!"
    "He's the missing member of your team?" Ratchet asked.
    The group of younglings nodded. They were finally all back together again.
    "Who's your friend?" Beelzebub asked.
    "Raistlin." The knight said simply as his minicons returned to him.
    "Glad to see Hawthorn isn't the only one with a cat problem." Beelzebub whispered to Gearend, who chuckled in response.
    "Is the battle over then?" Compton asked.
    "I believe so." Optimus said.
    They all visibly relaxed, they knew that they were at least partially safe now.
    "Well," Raptore questioned, "What now?"
    "I don't know..." Beelzebub mumbled, "We lost our ship. We're being hunted. And we don't know what the actual extent of our own injuries is."
"Perhaps we could help with that?" Optimus suggested.
    The group looked to one another, a few of them in confusion. They decided that they needed to concur with one another. They turned their backs to the autobots and Raistlin to speak with one another.
    "Who are these people?" Raptore asked Beelzebub.
    "They're autobots, Raptore." Beelzebub replied.
    The dinobot looked at his companions confusedly.
    "Hawthorn told us not to trust them," Raptore said, "Said that it would get us in trouble."
    "That is true." Gearend said, "But they trusted us when they didn't even know us. And the decepticons know that we aren't autobots, plus we all know that we have someone on the inside that will vouch for us."
    Raptore nodded.
    "What about your buddy, Raptore?" Harvenger asked, "Can he be trusted."
    "He says he's an Iacon knight."
    The group looked at him as if he was mentally insane.
    "I thought they didn't exist anymore." Beelzebub said.
    "I thought so too. But he and I work together pretty well, pit, I've saved his life already. He promised me if I helped him capture two decepticons he'd help me find you. And here I am."
    Beelzebub nodded, yes, that sounded right. A mech who wanted them dead would not have brought one of their crew members back, and if they did they would bring him back dead.
    "What do you guys think, do you think we can trust them?" Beelzebub asked.
    Gearend nodded, but Harvenger wasn't convinced though.
    "I'm not sure, anyone can not kill you." Harvenger said.
    "He has cats." Raptore reiterated.
    Harvenger smiled.
    "Alright. You have me convinced." The colorful youngling chuckled.
    The younglings turned back to the other group of cybertronians. They seemed quite confused at their little group discussion.
The council has chosen your fate, That was a fraise that rang through Raistlin's processor.
    "The others and I have decided that we would appreciate your help." Beelzebub said, "And we may have some explaining to do on our part..."
    The prime nodded, turning to the medic.
    "Evaluate the seeker, she may be damaged due to the water." Optimus said to Ratchet.
    The medic nodded, walking over to the blue seeker, who was being guarded by Compton.
    "Harvenger can help you drag her back to your med bay if need be." Beelzebub said.
    The medic didn't say anything to her. He was focused on Hawthorn right now.
    "Optimus," Beelzebub said, turning to the taller bot, "Thank you, for helping us."
    The prime nodded, looking at their little group with a soft gaze. The bots that weren't occupied were talking amongst themselves, Bumblebee even dared to go talk to them.
    Perhaps having the younglings around would be good? But that wouldn't matter if they weren't helped.

(Heyyyyy everyone!
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This is one of the last chapters of the story! Yeah, it's almost over everyone. But don't worry. A few weeks after this is done I'll start the second!
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