"Best-heal on its-clean!"
Something was on his mask, small wings slapped against the heated metal. "Their mask is dented!" "Probably something hit 'em!" Small servos grazed over dents and scratches.
Get up!
It was too hot, every circuit, cable, wire, too hot.
GET UP COMPUTRON! GET UP!
His visor flickered briefly. The weight on his mask disappeared with a startled shriek, more shouts followed as the servos vanished. He shifted, slowly pushing himself into an upright position, using his servos to prop himself up.
Gaze drifting to the group of bots huddled against the door, he froze. Tense silence followed.
At Least until a youngling flew up to him, to the dismay and shouts of the others. They looked excited, almost in awe.
"Are you a combiner?!"
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"Are you a combiner?!"
He tensed, ready to lunge forward and grab the cassette if the titan moved to harm the youngling.
The urge to protect the youngling from possible threats. He watched as the massive form shifted, one large servo coming up and letting Ratbat settle on a digit.
"Indeed, though I don't believe your friends like me much."
He stumbled back in shock, others did the same, some just froze.
Ratbat squealed. "I knew it! I knew you were real! What is your name?! Who are your components?! What gestalt do you belong to?! What do-"
"Ratbat!" "Yea cari?" "Come here." The cassette didn't move. Simply turning back to the combiner. "Ratbat come here, now." Again, they didn't move.
"If I give you my designation, will you return to your family young one?" "Yes!"
"Computron. And I do believe we had a deal."
Finally, Ratbat flew down from the mechs servo, docking with Soundwave when ordered to.
"You lie! Combiner no exist!"
"No. He's not lying, look at him. The limbs, the chassis, they consist of Alt modes connected together."
"Me Grimlock think this senate trick! He Computron use hologram!"
He sighed. "I believe him-" "Hun-Grrr you can't be serious-" "I believe him, but who are your components? Your gestalt?"
"I can't-" "You can and will tell us! Or, we can turn you over to the senate."
The mech went rigid.
"Who are your components?"
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They stared at him, he stared back.
Tell them.
'But-' Tell them. They'd find out at some point anyways. And it's about time you met your family.
He slumped, knowing that he didn't have a choice.
"Technobots." He closed his optics, unwilling to see their reactions.
"W-what?"
"You wanted to know my gestalt, my components. The Technobots are my gestalt, Scattorshot, Strafe, Nosecone, Afterburner, Lightspeed."
Something thudded on the floor.
He online his optics, taking in the sight of his creator passed out on the floor.
Ratchet followed his example shortly after.
"I have six grand creations!" At least Wheeljack was happy.
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"Rat-Ratchet? Ratchet, wake up!" Slowly, one optic cracked open. "Was it a dream?" "No." He startled, shooting a wide optic look at the combiner.
Mechs had taken upon themselves to climb on the mech. The cassette twins were acting like he was a playground. The Dinobots and Terrorcons had taken to sitting on him and asking questions. Sixshot stood in front, silent as ever and the rest taking spots around the room.
"So your. . . By default your Grimlock's son?"
"Indeed. . . Is that going to prove to be an issue?"
"Nah, it's a bit exciting honestly. Who would have figured my sixth grand creation would be a combiner?" He chuckled.
Snarl chose that moment to trip and fall off Computron's knee. Rumble and Frenzy cackled.
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"I'm impressed Jazz. Not only did you locate and confirm the existence of Crystal City. You have brought me five combiners, including the builders of Crystal City."
He gazed down at the massive mech kneeling before him. Chained and collared as he was, Bruticus was no threat.
"Thank you my Prime." The smaller mech bowed before taking his leave.
After the door shut, he leaned forward, grabbing the microphone and activating the PA system.
"Good evening Bruticus, I do hope you're comfortable." The combiner glared, one silver optic burned its gaze into him. "I've heard the stories about you and your companions. And I am honored to have you as a guest. But I must say, the activity of learning what makes you Tick, is the most exciting by far."
"FRAG YOU!"
He flipped a switch on the console in front of him. Taking great pleasure in watching the combiner roar in pain. Sparks flew from the collar on the mech's neck. He turned it off.
"Thank you for your time Bruticus. I look forward to future interactions."
Bruticus only glared as he left.
YOU ARE READING
Legends
FanfictionCombiners. A legend told to give hope to the low caste. But what if they were real? And what happens when certain bots walk into their lives? Unaware of what they are. How long will it take to break their chains and put an end to the senate?
