From Within The Sand (Sunstreaker and Sideswipe Bayverse)

Chapter 13

An electric-magnetic field took out all electronics and electricity in the area. All humans are fine, but the Autobots are not doing so well. After figuring out the problem and finally getting word from Lennox. After hours of investigating, we were able to send jets and helos out to the area. The field wiped everything out but did not keep a field up. So, we were able to go in and pick up the Autobots. Lucky for us, Jolt had stayed back along with the twins, Skids and Mudflap. Not that they are much help.

As the helos started coming back with the Autobots, I couldn't sit at my station anymore. There isn't much I can do anyway. I go outside with the rest of the soldiers. We all watch as the helos, not so carefully, drop the bodies on the hard concrete. I resist the urge to run to Sideswipe and Sunstreaker. Sunstreaker is going to have a hay day about his paint being scratched. They lay there, seeming lifeless. Jolt goes straight to Ratchet. Getting another medical officer awake is the better option.

"Skids, Mudflap bring Sideswipe into the medical bay. Stat!" Jolt orders as he works on Ratchet.

I don't want to bother him, but my internal need to know if they will be alright is killing me. I run over to Jolt and stop a few feet away. Afraid to get too close.

"Jolt? Are they going to be alright?" After a minute, I finally get up the courage to ask.

"I've never dealt with such a wave like this. As long as I can get Ratchet awake, both of us together should be able to get hopefully everybody back online." He pauses and looks down at me. "Sideswipe and Prime will be another story. They were the closest to the blast."

That is all he says, and he goes back to work. I stare for a moment, praying Ratchet wakes soon. Skids and Mudflap are carefully carrying Sideswipe to the medical bay. His wheels unfortunately are dragging on the ground. I wish there was something I could do. I don't know enough about Cybertronians to repair them. My eyes glance around, landing on the bot who crashed into my life. Sunstreaker lays still. His body scratched and scuffed. I couldn't be surprised if they woke him last. My boots drag against the ground as I make my way over to him.

"Please wake up, Sunstreaker. Your brother needs you." I whisper to him.

I lay a hand on his cheek. I'm sure if I could cry, a tear would be rolling down my cheek. This is not how the Autobots should end. They will not end. Jolt will get Ratchet back and Ratchet will get everyone else awake. He has too. The soldiers get lights set up outside, surrounding the bots. It glows against their armor. Sunstreaker's metallic paint shines brightly. Like I'm looking at the sun. I hear commotion behind me. Jolt is giving orders to the twins to get Ratchet inside. He was able to get a life sign out of Ratchet, but he is still in stasis.

"I'm going to go check on your brother. I know Jolt hasn't started on him, but I'm going to see the damage. Try and wake up while I'm gone." I say to an unresponsive Sunstreaker.

I move past soldiers that are standing there. Waiting for something to happen. Some are trying to help, but there is not much they can do. Jolt is warning everyone about getting shocked if humans were to try and help get them back online. I keep pushing past people, trying to get to the medbay. Everyone is now up and out. All the soldiers that went on the mission are back, getting checked out by medical themselves. The fast pace I'm taking doesn't seem fast enough. It feels like there are more and more soldiers coming. I can't get past them. It's the sea and land is so far away.

When I finally get too medical, Jolt and the twins have Ratchet on a medical table. Ratchet has life signs, but Jolt is having trouble getting him awake. I continue on my way to Sideswipe. He's laying down on a metal slab, the same one as Ratchet. He looks just as dead as Sunstreaker. There is no glow in his eyes. I can't see much from where I stand, but I can see a part of an indent starting just above his eye. Like the forming of a scar. I wish I could see more. A part of me wants to climb up, but I also don't want to disturb anything. I know I could teleport up there, but I can't risk anyone seeing me. They may be busy, but if one happens to look, I'd be toast.