Legend (OCXCybertronian)

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2 months later....

Ratchet's p.o.v

"Don't you dare," I glared at Sideswipe. His hand was close to the energon left on the computers desk. We had taken refuge in a military's old base. Everyone had calmed down on the death. But, we still don't have IronHide and Elita. But, we were working on it. We knew very well that they were alive. We tried our hardest. Legend had faced many horrible experiences. But, she always came out of it. She visits Drift every once in a while.

     "Come on old man please?" He begged, I glared at him. "Fine, but if even a small drop gets on the ground I'm gonna hunt you down," he nodded swiftly and took off with it. "Kids." I muttered looking back at the monitors.

   Legend's p.o.v

     Sometimes I leave letters on his grave hoping that a cybertronian could pass through and see what the war gives and takes. "I remember when we'd write to each other. We would have to in order to talk. Elite guard camp for the war kept us apart and now the bot who invented this war took it away forever," I muttered. I decided to write my letter here and bury it by him.

    Dear Drift,

     I know it's been a long day. But if you could answer that would he great. I like to talk to you, sometimes I hope that you would just somehow write back to me. I know it will happen. It's been two months now, just come back. We all miss you. Dad is still gone, if he's there with you tell him I said I love him. I also love you. Carrier hasn't been all that well. She's gotten a virus from the clouded smoke during the attack at base. She coughs a lot. I know that one moment we will all get to see each other once more. It may take a long time, or shorter than I know. I don't want to be the last one left. I don't wanna have to run from this problem. You left me here. So no matter how hard I try, the end is always gonna come right back and hit me. Hoping to take me away to you, it's not like I don't want to see you, I just don't want to see how much pain you suffered.

                         Love, Legend

     I know he won't answer. That's ok. I think that he still reads these. I sighed and stood then went to go and get wood. "Hey!" I turned around bow and arrow raised. I looked around and saw someone jump out of a tree. He seemed jumpy? "You're an Autobot?!" I shushed the bot. "What?" I looked closer. He came out of the shadows and close to me. "Wow, you're stunning!" He smiled warmly. I put the tip of my arrow on his chest playing. "Designation?" He looked shocked then nodded. "Sorry, its uh, Smokescreen." I nodded and put it down. "I've heard of you," he held a questioning gaze. "From where," I smiled. "My sire, IronHide, knew you're parents." He nodded, "ya I know who he is." He was looking at the ground. "How about I take you to our base?" His expression was worth being filled with joy. "There's more of you?" Nodding he transformed. I transformed also and we got on the road to drive back to the base.

     "So, anyone you could name off that I might know," asked Smokescreen. "How about Optimus Prime?" He seemed to have slowed down. "Really?!" I giggled. "Yes really." He was excited. "How did you make it to Earth," i asked.

     "I had to escape in a Decepticons emergency pod. I got cornered and had no other choice." He murmurs. I kept going. "I saw you were with a cybertronians grave. You okay?" I let myself smile, "I'm fine. And he was my brother, Drift." Smokescreen seemed to have known who he was. "I'm sorry for you're loss." I knew that if I were in bot mode I would have hugged him. "Thank you." The drive was silent for the most part but before we could go into base I had to let the others know about Smoky.

"Ratchet, we have a new bot. No need to be harming him either," the doors opened, everybot was peering through it waiting to see. "Designation young one?" Optimus was the first to step up. "S-Smokescreen reporting for duty sir! It's an honor sir," I put a servo on my hip and laughed. Optimus smiled at Smokescreen. Bumblebee was trying his hardest also. Along with Arcee and Sides. "What's so funny? Am I doing it wrong?" He looked at his servo he was saluting with. "No Smokes. We just don't act like that to Optimus," He looked confused. "But he's a Prime, you must show respect." I nodded. "Elite Guard member, nice." He was beyond confused now. "How did you-never mind." Optimus looked back at Smokescreen. "The pleasure is mine soldier. You may call me Optimus or if you must then sir." Smokescreen gave a curt nod. "Welcome to our home," Chromia smiled.

     "This is Ratchet, he is our medic. This is Legend, I assume you have already met her. Bumblebee is our scout, along with Legend and Sideswipe. Hot Rod is assistant to missions. WheelJack and Bulkhead are wreckers. Sunstreaker is also assistant in missions. Chromia is mother of Legend and she is a weapon specialist along with our captive sir IronHide. And my mate Elita-1," Smokescreen looked at Optimus star stricken. "Wait! Is IronHide the big burly dude with a giant cannon?! Is Elita pink and white?" I nodded. "I saw them. I gave them a key but I was caught after and I had been cornered and I had only one place to go!" Ratchet immediately looked down at his wrist. "They are on there way," I smiled. "Thank you Smoky!" I hugged him.

     "O-of course," I let go and he smiled at me. Bumblebee beeped and Smokescreen looked at him. "Wait you're THE Bumblebee?!" Bumblebee tilted his helm. "What? I-I am Bumblebee but prolly not the Bee you are talking about," Hot Rod laughed at Bee's childish acts. "Bumblebee everyone knows about you're heroic act." Hot Rod smiled at his brother. "Oh." He rubbed the back of  his helm. "We need to prepare the med bay Legend!" Ratchet sounded urgent. He got to work. I followed him into the med bay.