Autobots From the Skies

Chapter Two

Cynder's Pov-

(Thoughts -In system shutdown)

My systems have shutdown for how long, I do not know. Aching to move again, but remembering the dangerous hole near my weaker chest plates, and the others I cannot mention by remembering. Accoring to talk, Optimus Prime was out on a mission and should be returning soon. Once more, I cannot tell when or how long it has been since I could remember.

Some say Optimus Prime had died, others say he is fine. How do I know what to believe? My spark has been low, possibly damaged by the thought of it and this could be part of some reasoning I hope. There is only one thing I must do to be safe, for the other autobots safety.

A pre recording of my thought process of what has happened if they will be able to retrieve it all.

"This is autobot Cynder. If you can reach this, by my spark for any means I hope you can...It is a warning to you all. Carbastrike, Megatron's follower, but a leader of 'bounty hunters' as I call them have had me captive. I made it to Earth damaged, my spark showing difficulties of staying "lit". Arcet, if he is to some how make it back, you must destroy him. He was working for decepticons. He watched our team's sparks get torn out. Harkstreak and Whirl are gone. And I...I will be gone within a few days if I can not be fixed. Protect, and save. Ending, and starting. Cynder...Rolling out."

I finished eventually, hearing the creak of the doors, the steps of peds on the ground. Who was it now?

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Cynder's Pov- (Normal)

???-"How is the femme holding up, Ratchet?"

A voice boomed quickly, sounding...Almost like he was in pain himself.

There was silence for a while as I felt the touch of a tool starting to work on my chest plate.

???-"Ratchet you are not answering me." He practicly growled.

More silence. Other than the screeching of the tools on metal. Then...

Ratchet-"Optimus...It does not look good okay? Her spark damaged, her arm practically looking blown off into scraps. Do you think she is ok?"

This is the most I have heard him speak lately.

Optimus did not reply for a while. I could feel his optics glowering at me. His fisted hand slammed down on the counter, or whatever I was on.

Op-"Give me a second alone with Cynder's body please."

Ratchet obeyed and left without a word or more. The peds clanks echoing on the floor.

Op-"Cynder come back to me. You left us so long ago. We were worried, then decepticons came and tried taking the cube...And Sam...You would like Sam I know it." I could feel his spark skipping. "Why did you leave us as soon as you finally came back? We didn't see each other much on Cybertron, mainly during the war to. Why did you stop our cantact?"

This all was driving me crazy. How am I supposed to do this? Com link? Maybe that will work, it has to right? At least it was worth trying. I focused on all the little energy I had left in my spark on him, it took about a minute to finally break through without him knowing. Hard to say that I have my ways.

Cynder(Com link)-"Optimus Prime..."

Struggling to hold com link hoping he got it.

Op-"Cy-Cynder?" he asked. "You are fine! Thank the all spark. What can I do to help you. We need you right now. I need you."

Cynder(Com link)-"Fix...What...You...Can."

I was struggling even more by now, my hands balled into fists.

I knew he understood me well because I heard him stand putting a hand where my chest plate should be, mummbling a few words I could not hear, then his peds walking off. It was only moments before Ratchet came in and started getting to work. He was replacing my chest plates with new ones, stronger ones for my own good. Bad news, it would be my weak spot for a long time. One hit...I'll be out again.

When he finished he started to check my energon levels, my spark still having problems, yet feeling better. I was able to open my optics happily to the blinding lights, searching around for a certain two bots. I only spotted one out of the few in the room.

Optimus.