~Knocked-Out~

Ghost of the Nemesis

"The 'Cons have Arcee!?" Jack cried. Optimus nodded solemnly.

"Unfortunately so, and Knockout went in after her."

"Well, why don't we go help him?" Miko challenged.

"We do not currently posses the coordinates to the Decepticon war ship, and there fore, have no manner of reaching it."

"Arg, I shouldn't' gone on this trip, I couldn've helped."

"Jack, there is nothing you could've done. Fate has a way of surprising us, and we cannot change it, no matter how hard we try." Jack opened his mouth to complain, then shut it, he knew the Prime's wise words were true, and there was nothing he could say at that point but to nod.

"We must trust that they will succeed in escaping the custody of the Decepticons, and possibly save Nightstreak.
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"No..." Knockout stared at the head, in shock and horror. Cullen looked down. spark-broken.

"He...was shot, right in the neck. There's no way he could've survived..." He choked out.

Arcee started shaking. She didn't have much feelings for the mech: She had only just met him this day. It was the sight of death that scared her, made her truly weak. She had experienced too much of it in her life time, the thought of it made her sick; the departing, the off-lining of one's spark,  never to be seen or heard from again. It was truly a sad thing. 

"Why..." She choked out, then looked away.

"What's going on?"

Cullen shivered, "You can still hear his playful voice in the air."

"Why are you crying?" 

"The poor thing died so quickly, he doesn't even realize it yet." Cullen muttered. Knockout looked up, and gasped. Cullen didn't notice.

"I am the ghost of the Nemesis." Arcee turned around, and shared the same reaction Knockout had. Cullen was still oblivious to their faces.

He chuckled slightly, "Even his jokes and jests still play in the air.

"Turn around, idiot." Finally, Cullen recognized the voice, and turned around shakily.

"Steve?" The trooper walked up to them, and smiled.

"But then, who is this?" Cullen screeched suddenly and dropped the head.

"You thought that was me? Puh-lease, I am much more fabulous." Steve boasted.

Knockout face palmed so hard, it left a mark, while Arcee rolled her optics.

"Um, guys, I hate to break up the reunion, but in case you haven't noticed, the door to the medical by is now unguarded and wide open. Let's go before we get caught again. There's no doubt Megatron already know of our presence here." Arcee motioned to the door, then walked up to it. Knockout walked up after her, and forced the doors open. They walked into the dark medical bay, looking around. Knockout started to panic.

"She's not here! Where is she?"

"They must have moved her, knowing we were coming." Cullen replied.

Arcee's optics widened, and she gasped.

"It's a trap! Get out!" They started bolting to the door, when it slammed shut with a thud.  No matter how hard they tried to pry them open, they were glued.

They were stuck.

Soft ped steps echoed throughout the room, unlike those of either Cullen or Steve.

"Shh, someone's here." Knockout hissed. His optics widened as he realized he recognized those ped steps.
Suddenly, two long tentacles shot out front he darkness, and electrocuted Cullen. He fell to the ground, unconscious. Steve jumped and whimpered, Arcee glanced at Knockout when she too pieced everything together.

Then out he stepped.

Navy blue with purple highlights, spikes on his forehead that reminded him of the Statue of Liberty. A dark visor, emotionless and faceless. Extraordinarily long arms with sharp spindly fingers. A detachable chest plate that turned into a drone.

Soundwave.

"What's slender-bot doing here?" Steve hissed.

"Um, he lives here, remember?"

"Minor point."
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Hey
I think I'm going to start making my chapters short, like this one.
I don't know, I've been exhausted lately, and just don't have time to really make them long, then revise them.
So Sorry.
-Star-