"The Mysticbots had put their young in stasis pods that were designed to freeze them at whatever age they currently were," Arrow Strike told Tinker.
"What about Smokescreen's parents?" Tinker asked, thinking that they might actually be alive and not dead as he was informed.
"They're dead, Tinker." Arrow Strike's voice was hard and firm. "Only sparklings who were sixteen or younger were put into the pods."
"Why that age?" Tinker asked with a raised eyebrow.
"We don't know," Arrow Strike told him, "because Smokescreen didn't know why either." Tinker lowered his eyebrow.
"What type of magic does he have?" Tinker asked.
"The Omega Lock," Arrow Strike responded.
"That's a structure," Tinker commented. "Not a type of magic."
"His magic is the Omega Lock," Alpha Trion told him.
"How did he ...?" Tinker began to ask.
"He was forged with it."
"And we were chosen to take care of him. And you may have just jeopardized that!" Alpha Trion's voice had an edge to it. "He has never run away from the base!" That was more than enough to convince Tinker that they felt like it was his fault that Smokescreen ran off. "And who knows if he ran into any of the Decepticons!" Arrow Strike placed his hand on his best friend's shoulder.
"I'm sorry," Tinker said apologetically. "I just ... couldn't believe the fact that –"
"SHH!" Alpha Trion raised his fist signaling them to stop. A whooshing sound was caught in their audio receptors right before the whistling of missiles headed their way. "MOVE!" Without hesitation, they darted in different directions. Tinker transformed his arms into guns, only to have his face grabbed by a con.
"Tinker!" Alpha Trion pulled out his massive hammer and whammed it against three Decepticons' heads ... ending their spark.
Tinker was thrown by the buff con at a building and fell to the ground. He groaned as he picked himself up. "Wow," he mocked as he coughed, "you're really ... strong."
"Compliments will not sa – AAAAHH!" the con screamed out as Alpha Trion had swung his hammer against his enemy's leg, sending the limb flying. Energon spit and sputtered from the open wound.
"Arrow Strike!" Alpha Trion called out.
"On it!" Arrow Strike placed six arrows onto his bow. Shooting each Decepticon without wasting the ammunition, all fell dead. Then a strange thing happened: the decepticon whose leg had been torn off by Alpha Trion started to ... laugh? "Why are you laughing?" Arrow Strike demanded.
"Yeah, you lost your leg," Tinker added.
"I'm laughing because we have an Autobot sparkling! And we can use him against you! Let alone use him to get what we want!"
Smokescreen... Tinker, Arrow Strike, and Alpha Trion all knew who he was talking about.
"Where is he?" Alpha Trion demanded through gritted teeth.
"Why would I tell you?!" the decepticon teased. Alpha Trion swung his hammer onto the con's left arm, tearing it off. Once again, the con screamed in agonizing pain.
"TALK!" Alpha Trion demanded with a face filled with rage. He slammed his mallet onto the con's other arm.
"Hang on." Arrow Strike stopped Alpha Trion from smashing the decepticon's lower torso. "I have a better idea." His friend lowered his weapon and stepped back.
"What are you going to do?" the con said weakly, but with a smirk.
"Oh," Arrow Strike chuckled as he pulled an arrow out. Tinker was confused.
How is stabbing him with an arrow better? Tinker wondered.
"I'm just going to take the info that's in your head," Arrow Strike said with a smile.
"With an arrow?" the con and Tinker said at the same time with the same bemused tone. Arrow Strike grabbed the con's head and stabbed the dart into his forehead. A light emerald-green glow, starting from the Decepticon's head to Arrow Strike's hand, circled the weapon. His victim's eyes rolled back, and energon sputtered out of his mouth. Then his eyes became as black as death. Releasing him ... he fell backwards.
"What ... the frag ... was that?" Tinker asked with a face that showed confusion mixed with horror.
"Not important," Arrow Strike said succinctly as he stood up. He turned the blade of his arrow. A sphere of light surrounded them. Tinker couldn't calculate how anything he was seeing was possible. Sure, he tinkered with things ... but for the first time in his life, he didn't want to tinker with one of Arrow Strike's arrows. He had never seen them in action, let alone seen it being used on a con. "Start looking for where they have taken Smokescreen," Arrow Strike ordered.
Gazing into the sphere, they found many decepticon bases and plans, but not where Smokescreen was being held. Tinker was looking hard through all the intel in the glowing, surrounding ball. About six minutes passed before he shouted, "I FOUND IT! HE'S ABOARD THE NEMESIS!" Arrow Strike turned his arrow again and the sphere disappeared.
"Let's go!" Not wanting to waste time ... they transformed and put the pedal to the metal.
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Transformers Mysticbot AU: BOOK 1: Mysticbot?!
FanfictionMysticbots are believed to be extinct. That is what everyone believes. What they don't know is that they are not. They had put their young in pods to survive the bloody things that were happening to them. For when the time came, an enchanted item wo...
