Transformers: The Next Generation

Chapter 13: A Message From The Primes

Two days since the Predacons have become part of the Autobots, things have been awfully quiet. There's been no sign of any Decepticon activity, and also no sign of any Autobots anywhere. Things were oddly calm at this point in time.

"No sign of any Decepticons anywhere around the globe." Ratchet sighed. "Best guess they might be at Starscream's citadel."

"For now." Megatron huffed. "Starscream has always been the coward, no matter what kind of war he's in."

"Now, how 'bout some dune-bashing, huh?" Turbo asked Bulkhead, as the two walked into the command centre, with Grim alongside them.

"Hmm...I don't know, Sam. Last week, I spent a week getting sand out of my articulators." The wrecker then noticed the somewhat disappointed mien on his friend's face. "But, there is a monster truck rally in town."

"I'm in." Grim replied.

This immediately brought a grin to Grim's teen. One thing he, Grim, and Bulkhead shared was their passion for crushing things, or watching things get crushed. Either way, it was still pretty fun.

As the trio entered the main ops, they noticed the other 'Bots gathering near Ratchet, who was standing by the terminal as usual. Daphne and Fred were in human centre, along with Clara, Jacinta, and Lucinda, leaning on the railing nearest to Ratchet's position, starring at the three large monitors.

"Primes, I'm receiving a signal on a restricted band." The medic notified, turning his helm around to face the leaders. "It appears to coming from a starship inside this solar system." He typed in a few commands into the keyboard, to gain some better understanding on the ship. He almost gasped when the results came in. "It's an Autobot identification beacon."

Optimus turned his gaze back to the screens. "Unknown vessel, this is Autobot Outpost Omega-1, identify yourself." He commanded.

For a second, there was nothing but static, until a female voice spoke up. "Gee. I've had warmer welcomes from Decepticon combat brigades."

Suddenly, after hearing that voice, Blade's optics widened, as her demeanor became more elated. "Elita-One?!" The orange/white Autobot laughed a bit, as she stepped closer to the monitors. "You old gal! What are you doing all the way out here?"

"Blades? Is that you?" The bot known as Elita-One asked. "What's with all the tight security?"

"The rock we're on is crawling with 'Cons. How soon can you get here and even the odds?" Blades inquired with a smirk on her facial plate.

"Sometime tomorrow, if I put metal to the pedal, and if the commander allows me to." Elita-One replied.

"Another 'Bot's coming here, huh...how cool is that?" Daphne noted with a smile.

"Elita-One." Optimus said, recalling what info he possessed of the well-known Seeker and Scout. "I have known her from reputation only." He looked to Blades. "Can you verify her voiceprint?"

"She is one thousand percent the real deal, Optimus, sir." Blades answered excitedly.

The Autobot leader nodded before turning back to the monitors. "We will send landing coordinates, Elita-One. Safe journey."

"See yah soon, gal! I'll make sure you get a proper welcome." Blades added, before the transmission was shut off.

Arcee stepped toward Elita-One, and asked in a teasing matter. "So, who's the girlfriend?"