A Predacon Bee

Chapter 2: Frozen Predacon and Ship

Ratchet's eyes widened at the sight. "By the Allspark." Was all he could say. Smokescreen and Bulkhead set their package down on the first berth they saw. Their arms stiffened by the freezing body. 

"What was that about?" Miko asked from the background. 

"His body is like its colder than the Antarctic, Miko" Bulkhead answered.

"Yeah," Smokescreen exhaled in agreement. "But more like frozen." 

Optimus and Arcee walked through, and Ratchet bolted over and swiped Optimus's arm over his shoulder. The Prime was set on the berth next to the predacon. Optimus gazed at the frozen and living body. How is he this frozen, but yet alive? Optimus wondered. Ratchet attached tubes onto Optimus, and onto Smokescreen and Bulkhead's arms. Defrosting liquid flowed through the pipe, and into the bots' bodies. 

Ratchet moved onto the Predacon, he placed his hand onto the Predacon's chest. As if seeing how stiff Optimus, Smokescreen, and Bulkhead became after holding him wasn't enough. Within a second, he flinched away. "How is he even alive?!" Ratchet demanded. "His body must be UNDER subzero!" 

"Maybe he's an ice predacon?" Miko suggested. Trying not to reveal something.

"I don't think he is," Raf told her. "His color scheme wouldn't fit a snowy and icy environment." 

"Raf's right, Miko," Jack announced. "He might just have fire like Predaking." Secretly hiding something as well.

"You said MIGHT, have fire," Miko pointed out. "So there's a chance he doesn't, and he has something else." 

"Either way, we may have found an ally." Optimus watched as Ratchet placed the defrosters onto their, hopefully, their new friend. When the Bots were done returning to normal temperature, they returned to the iced, crashed ship. 

While Ratchet wanted to put restraints on the predacon, Optimus told him not to. For that would make them look like enemies. Ratchet sighed to the statement. So instead, he watched the sleeping cybertronian. 

Many trips happened during the predacon's slumber. "His pulse is getting stronger," Ratchet had announced at some point. There were tons of energon, weapons, medical equipment, and ancient scripts, in the ship's storage rooms. They found the engine was completely intact. A thought climbed into their minds. Could the ship still be useable? 

They eventually brought devices to melt the ice in the spacecraft. Arcee discovered a small sphere. Picking it up, she ended up pressing a button. 

A voicemail came out. "Bumblebee, I hope that you'll see us again and take the throne once more. But if you don't ... we'll see you in the Allspark. Here are our last voices in this message." 

"Hi, papa, I can't wait to see you! We all miss you! From, Honeybee." A she-cyber's voice of a six-year-old came out first. 

"Hey, I'm ... just so sorry of how I was a jerk to you. I wish you were here. From Wasp." This time a teenage she-cyber voice came out. Her voice filled with sorrow. 

"Father," a mech's voice came out now. He was quiet for a long moment. "Primus, I don't know what to say. Other than thanks for ... showing the ways of how to be a good ruler. I just wish I didn't have to do it at such a young age." He paused. "Mother ... died before I sent this to you. We all wish you were here before that happened. From your only son, Hiver."

He had a family? Arcee wondered how he was going to reacted when he found out. She scanned the ground. She found nothing else. "Optimus," she called out. Optimus walked over. "You're going to want to hear this." She replayed the recorded voices.