Transformers Prime: The Second Chance

Scrapheap

I do not own Transformers Prime or any of the characters associated with the property, I only claim ownership of my character which I have made myself. 

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The rigid ice of the artic was shaken. Snow travelled at eighty miles an hour across the frozen landscape, turning the fluffy substance into a chilled bullet. The wind of the snowstorm surged across the snow, creating a heavy mist that no human could see through. Not a single living thing could be seen, everything was in hiding, or no longer alive to tell the tale of the storm, all except for two. 

They were not of this world. 

Bulkhead slowly stumbled forward, trying to focus in on a reader in his hands, Bumblebee tagging along behind him. When an energy signal set off the sensors of the Autobot base, Optimus had chosen the large wrecker and scout to locate the signal and bring it back to base. However, a nearby snowstorm changed course and was ravaging the area, meaning that the Autobots had little time to find the source of the signal before it was covered in over fifteen feet of snow. 

"Have we reached the signal yet, Bulkhead?", asked the yellow and black scout. Neither of them wanted to be there, and the snow was getting in their joints and freezing their circuits. The sooner they found the source of the energy, the sooner they could defrost back at base. 

"No, we're not there yet, but it should be just past this ridge, Bumblebee.", yelled the Wrecker. With the snow and the wind picking up, they could barely hear each other, let alone see each other. 

As they continued to trek across the landscape and over the ridge, the storm worsened. Even the Autobot's advanced vision only allowed them to see ten, maybe twenty feet in front of them at the best of times. Which meant that finding the energy source would be harder, and they would be out here longer. 

Bulkhead looked down at the reader in his hand, the gps-like dot showing them on top of the energy surge, but there was no source in site. The green Wrecker groaned in frustration at the device's over complicated nature, well over complicated for him anyway, "I don't get it. These readings are off the meter." 

The two looked around, beneath their feet. Bumblebee started digging, trying to find whatever they were after under the snow. Bulkhead looked above, maybe Soundwave had lured them into a Decepticon trap. However, both strategies didn't work or add up. If the device was under the snow, it would have to be near the surface or else no signal would go through, and if it was a trap, then the Decepticons would have already turned them into scrap metal.

As he continued to search, Bulkhead tripped and fell, sliding down the other side of the ridge, Bumblebee rushing after him. As the scout reached the bottom of the ridge and helped his comrade to his feet, a bright glimmer caught their optics. They looked down to see a large piece of metal, and then a larger object below that. In fact, there was an entire tub of metal buried beneath a lake of ice, frozen shut and potentially sealed away for thousands of years. Whilst the duo didn't know how the pod-like device got there or when it arrived, something was clear... 

They had found the energy source.

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"C'mon, Oliver. Two more!" 

Two more? Two more! I had just down twenty reps of seventy kilo! And now she wanted me to do two more?! 

I held the metal bar over my chest, before letting it slowly fall down, before I then pushed it back up. Once, and finally twice. I almost dropped it on myself, my arms, chest, and core were crippling, and the relief from putting the bar on the stand made me want to cry.