Arcee was the first to react, tackling JewelBlade off Optimus and causing the green femme to lose her grip on her sword, sending it gliding on the floor.
Blade quickly drew a dagger from her wrist, flicking it outward and grabbing the miniature blade, and quickly stuck it in Arcee’s shoulder.
Arcee yelled in pain, her body rejecting the task at hand to tend to it’s wounds against her will. Blade moved away, standing up and running for her sword.
Optimus stopped her, reaching forward and grabbing her arm as she attempted to pass him, and pinning her to the floor.
Blade: “Let go of me, you worthless piece of spark!”
She screamed at the Prime, obviously unhappy with her predicament. The Prime called for the medic, and his professional opinion.
Optimus: “Ratchet!”
Ratchet: “I’m on it!”
The medic’s ‘opinion’ was to get this crazy femme tied up before she did any more damage, and started gathering spare parts like chains, cables and anything else durable enough and shaped properly enough to be used as restraints.
Optimus: “Bulkhead, JumpStart, lend me a hand.”
Both of the larger mechs came over and helped Optimus move JewelBlade over to the medical bay so Ratchet could restrain her properly to the table.
Five minutes later, she was still struggling against the restraints fruitlessly, and Arcee’s wound had been tended to.
Blade: “You will all perish by my-.”
Her body suddenly went slack, and her helm slumped, optics still wide open but unresponsive.
Arcee: “Optimus? You okay?”
She asked their leader, concerned about the scare he’d had.
Optimus: “Yes, but is she lost to us, Ratchet?”
Ratchet: “If you mean dead, then no. Her spark is still there. But her personality swing . . . I have no idea what caused it or how. But that,”
He pointed to Blade’s motionless figure, still restrained on the medical bay.
Ratchet: “is not our ally.”
As if on cue, the green femme’s optics shuttered closed, and a small, exasperated groan escaped her lips.
Blade: “Ve-very funny, Raven, you tied me up again.”
Firefly: “Raven?”
The red and gold femme rushed over, kneeling down near the restrained green one. Her words left her in a rush.
Firefly: “What about Raven? Where is she?”
Blade looked at Firefly with a puzzled expression as the fogginess began to leave her optics.
Blade: “Who are you?”
Firefly: “I’m Firefly. You helped save my life. Where’s Raven?”
The words were rushed again; Firefly was so, so desperate to find Raven.
Blade: “Raven?”
Firefly: “Yes, Raven. She went to help you aboard the Decepticon airship and-.”
A small gasp escaped JewelBlade’s lips before her optics refogged,and she screamed bloody murder as if in pain. Firefly jumped back as though she’d been stabbed. Blade’s scream was, however, soon redirected.
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Transformers Prime - Broken Misery
FanfictionShe's the daughter of Megatron. She's a fighting prodigy. She hates the Decepticons for the murder of her mother. And she's falling in love with WheelJack. What could possibly go wrong? Well, besides everything, her father could punish or kill her i...
