Forever Alone: Transformers Prime

Chapter XIX

"Ow, take it easy doc. I need that arm." Wheeljack cried.

"Hold still and maybe you'll keep it." Ratchet replied.

"Look, commander apologies for the fireworks. It won't happen again, but I tracked Dreadwing across 100 light years of space."

"Well, I thought you were roving the galaxy, you know, looking for autobot refugees." Bulkhead said.

"I was, until I found one, a wrecker."

"Who?"

"Sea spray?"

"Hah, how is old barnacle butt?"

"Not so good Bulk, blown to bits actually."

"What? No."

"Dreadwing." Optimus exclaimed.

"My flier, the jackhammer picked up sea spray's signal a couple of light-years from Madarin. We made contact and arranged a rendezvous in the dramadon system, but Dreadwing must have intercepted the transmission. Because he got to Sea Spray first." Wheeljack explained. "Proximity bomb, supposed to take us both out, guess I should be glad the jackhammer can take a punch. I picked up Dreadwing's ion trail and tracked it through a dozen solar systems before catching up with him, and he led me right back to this marble. Some coincidence, huh?"

"I know of this Dreadwing. He was captain of a seeker armada and as such like his twin SkyQuake, fiercely loyal to the decepticon cause. Dreadwing has no doubt traveled to Earth to pay allegiance to his one true master." Optimus said.

"Hope he's enjoying the visit, it's gonna be his last."

"Wheeljack, this planet is heavily inhabited, any strike we make against the decepticons must be carefully measured aws a team lest we risk endangering the human population."

"Are you suggesting we sit back and do nothing?"

"You, loose cannon. Your cowboy antics almost blew our cover." Agent Fowler cried from out of nowhere.

"Were robots in disguise, Jackie. You need an earth-based vehicle mode outside of here." Bulkhead explained.

"That spaceship you shot down, not earth-based. I had to jump through some big hoops to get it hauled out of plain sight. You need to keep a tighter leash on your people Prime." Agent Fowler cired.

"A tighter leash?"

"Jackie." Bulkhead warned.

"Let me clarify, tiny. I'm not one of Optimus Prime's people."

"I'll talk to him, uh, with your permission." Bulkhead said.

"Of course." Optimus replied.

"So, the new guy has a little problem with authority." Agent Fowler stated.

"Wheeljack and Bulkhead served together in the wreckers. A combat unit that operated outside the normal chain of command."

"Hmm, black ops."

"They accepted missions no one else would, and many of them did not come back." Optimus said.

"Primus..." Julie cried from the medbay.

"What is up with her? Have we any idea as to when she will awake?" Agent Fowler asked.

"No idea. She is still alive, but I have reason to believe that Primus is involved with how long she has been in stasis." Ratchet explained as he examined Julie's readings. "All we can do is wait."

"Julie, you are my descendent. Optimus Prime will need you in battle soon." Primus told her.

"Why have you kept me here for so long? I don't belong with the autobots like you think I do." Julie cried out. "I just want to leave all of them behind and continue on with my life."