(Transformers) Soundwave's secret

Chapter 35.

I told you that the next one will be soon... here it is)

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Soundwave's secret (Transformers)

Chapter 35.

A lazer shut scratched the surface of the rocks.

"DECEPTICONS!"

FirstAid's spark jerked with fright as instinct throw his frame away from the unknown danger. Then came a whistling and another blow. Drawn in the momently created chaos of unknown, FirstAid felt pieces of broken rocks hit his armor. Suddenly lost in space, mechling heard shouts of his group and the widened optics tried to find the source of danger, his spark now punching with cold energy, intakes burning from heated frame. Self-defense instinct through him to the dusty ground and a pulse never felt before commanded him to move, to drag himself further. With dread his digits dig the devastated ground, sharp rocks impaling his servos, peds and the whole frame, as he shortened the distance to what was the only cover in his range. The deafening shuts continued to thunder over his frame with a death threat not to dare to stand up.

Once close to the low yet covering rocks FirstAid slabbed his back at the hard surface, his frame still pressed to the ground. For a moment he heard ringing deafen his audio receptors and panicked circulation system working was the only sound he could hear. Young bot shut his optics and tried to slow his intakes when another stronger blow hit the air and punched the ground. Moving his helm, mechling saw no one but rocks yet managed to hear familiar voices, one of them braking from shouting. His small Autobot group started shutting back. FirstAid heard it and pressed himself closer to the rock squeezing his optics again.

The battle was happening. He was right in the middle of it. FisrtAid kept optics closed, with dread of realization and defeat. He wanted to shout from the despair. He could not shout from terror. It was his first ever time in the open battle. He had never been in field. He was not even a field medic. He was yet nothing but a student in the medbay.

The young mech hid his helm with servos, optics squeezed tie.

He had no idea what to do. He could not remember. He could not even think. He did not want to believe the reality. He did not want to offline but each hit could mean his end. There was another roar in the air - another whistling that would end with a blow. And ready to hear that, blow FirstAid gasped when something impaled his servo and an unknown force dragged him over the ground. In a split of a click he felt being thrown away and then the expected blow destroying the spot he had been hidden at.

"Idiot! Get yourself together!"

As FirstAid's optics with horror stared at the just destroyed rocks he used for cover, a frame entered his sight, red optics impaling his own.

"Rusted processors, you'll all get yourselves blown!"

"L-l-lazer-?-"

"Shut up and listen." The condor barked and glanced over the rocks hiding the two of them, "I send a distress call, back up on the way-"

Another blow made some of the distant rock collapse and shook the ground causing FirstAid to instinctively covered his helm again, while the flyer flinched just slightly and glanced at the young bot again.

"Keep. Hidden. And please don't offline. Soundwave won't accept it nicely."

The mention of the femme's name caught FirstAid's attention. He released his helm, with a bit of surprise and confusion looking at the bird.

"S-soundwave?"

"She asked me to follow just to be safe. And bot she was right. You idiotic youngsters with a self-defense system glitch."