Goldenrod - SoundRod AU

Scars and Whispers

It didn't go as planned, Hotrod was shot several times and Whirl had to back out before being able to even help Hotrod.

Hotrod was laying in pain in some mostly destroyed rubble, his optics dimming as he leaked energon. He tried pushing some metal off his body but with no avail, he was far to weakened by the wounds to even be able to lift the metal.

He closed his optics, breathing out slowly and softly.

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"Greetings, Hotrod. I see you are in pain." The voice of Cheetor came from above him. Hotrod's optics flashed open in an instant. "C-Cheetor?! But I thought—!"

"Thought I joined the Allspark? Well, I indeed did, I am using what little power I have there and what large amount of power a friend of mine has to project myself into your world."

Hotrod let out a low sigh and went to push the metal off him again. Luckily, he got it off his chest, but it was still stuck over his legs. "You are in need of assistance, correct?" Cheetor's voice said.

"Y-yeah...but I doubt that you-!"

Cheetor's tail curled around the metal sheet and threw it into a ruined wall. Cheetor had his arms curled behind his back, green optics trained on the ruins.

"Where is Soundwave and Bumblebee?" He asked patiently. Hotrod shrugged as he stood up, stretching out his aching metal body.

"Soundwave and Bumblebee in that weird fragging pavilion where the Quintesson's are located." Hotrod shrugged. "I was on my way to get Soundwave, but this happened."

"I see..."

"How are you even here? Or—I mean...who's power are you using to be here?"

"....A friends."

"Who?"

"If he didn't tell you then I am not one to discuss it with you."

Hotrod let out an agitated sigh and started limping towards the red and black pavilion. He felt the presence of Cheetor following him silently, not making a sound as they walked.

"What's it like?" Hotrod started, trying to distract himself from the awkwardness in the air.

"What's what like?"

"Y'know...being in the Allspark...being....offline..."

"Peaceful, it's very soothing there."

"Hmm, one day."

"One day?"

"One day..I know I'll mess up soon, one day someone from my team will be there. Frag, maybe even all of us."

"Do not think like that! It pains me to hear that."

Hotrod let out a sigh as he limp walked towards the pavilion. His optics narrowed down at the ground so he could watch his step. Cheetor's tail swept by Hotrod's leg as the feline-like bot walked by him.

"Cheetor? What are you doing?"

Cheetor stopped in front of him, a pale green energon sword in his hand. "Shh..." He looked around, tail flicking. His cat ears pinned up as he listened. Hotrod narrowed his eyes.

"Never mind, the Quintesson left." Cheetor put the sword away and went back to walking.

"Who else has hidden blades and swords like that? And why?" Hotrod was confused.