One In A Billion | Transformers Prime [1]

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The comlink hissed with static as I patched Gregg through to the Volga Delta-7 squadron, our voices coming through like a lifeline.

"Delta-7 standing by, Praxina. What's the situation?" A Delta-7 pilot asked through radio transmission. 

I held the comlink close to my mouth. "They're almost here. I see them on my radar. Multiple bogeys, approaching fast. Target the jets. They're our way out." 

"Copy that, Xenia. We're ready to engage. Everyone, prepare for combat," Gregg instructed the rest of the squad. 

The Decepticon jets, menacing and sleek, would come into view outside the warship. My heart raced as the battle unfolded just beyond the cell. I could only listen and pray for the success of my brother and Delta-7.

"Delta-7, target the Alpha and Bravo formations. Fire at will." I instructed, giving call signs. 

The Russian fighter jets roared to life, their engines thundering through the atmosphere as they streaked toward the Decepticons. Explosions erupted in the darkness as the aerial battle commenced. I clenched the comlink tightly, nails digging into the device as I listened to the chaos outside.

"Praxina, we've got one bogey down! Repeat, one Decepticon down!" A pilot declared over the comm. 

I felt my eyes start to well up with tears at the mention of good news. Suddenly, it wasn't enough to just sit there and only have to hear what was going on out there, so I started looking for a window, a hole, a crevice, or something that would allow me to see what was going on outside. The cell's cold metal walls tremble as the warship rumbles with the approaching battle. My eyes dart to a small rectangle-shaped window, where I could see the Earth's curvature. Just outside, the Decepticon jets approach.

I watch through the tiny window as the Russian jets maneuver to intercept the Decepticons. Tracer rounds light up beneath the void of space, and fiery explosions illuminate the warship's hull.

Delta-7 Pilot #1 ordered over the comlink, "We've engaged the Decepticons! Fire at will!"

The sound of lasers and explosions filled the air, and I could hear the desperation in the voices of the pilots as they fought the Decepticons in the skies above.

It doesn't take me long to figure out the Con's strategy. They were heading for space, trying to rid us humans of our oxygen. Instantly, my brain went into overdrive as I desperately tried to get a hold of the unit and notify them of the situation. They got to me first. 

"Volga Delta-7 to Praxina Chenkov, targets are leading us higher! Repeat, we're reaching the thermosphere of earth!" Delta Pilot #2 yelled over the comlink. 

My eyes widened in alarm. The thermosphere, a layer of Earth's atmosphere with thin air density, was a place where combat aircraft could not function. I knew that if the Decepticons led Delta-7 there, they would be at a severe disadvantage.

I shouted, urgency in my tone. "Listen, everyone! We need a new strategy. We can't fight them up there. They're trying to suffocate us," 

"Oxygen levels are dropping fast! We can't stay here much longer!"

My mind raced as I tried to think of a plan. I knew I had to help my brother and the squadron, even from my cell.

"I have an idea," I spoke into the comm, determination in my voice. "I'll try to access the ship's controls remotely and create a diversion. You won't be able to see it, since the ship is cloaked, but it'll help. When I give the signal, fall back and regroup."

"Be careful!" Gregg yelled. 

I closed my eyes, concentrating all my remaining strength on my powers. With a surge of determination, I reached out with my mind, trying to interface with the Decepticon ship's systems.