Setting Sun (Transformers Prime Fan-fic)

Darkness Rising Pt. 1 (2)

In the main area of the base, I continue to fiddle with what seems to be a large box with buttons and screens on the outside. Half of my body is hanging inside the top part, which is currently held open by a rod on the side. I grunt as I find the problem. Three wires were tangled together and fried in the middle where the knot was. I growl in irritation. No matter what I did to lessen the energy flow, the wires would completely go on the fritz and seemingly twist around before frying together.

Reaching up, I grasp a pair of wire pliers in my belt before reaching for the wires. Just as I near them, and voice makes me nearly slip inside. "Did you shut the power off to it before attempting to fix it, Iris?" I take a deep breath as I push myself out of the project and glare at Ratchet. "Of course I did! Geez man... you nearly gave me a heart attack though." Ratchet smirks before heading to the computers next to my work station. I watch him before gazing around. "Where did everyone else go?"

"Patrol. Optimus is still up top." I nod before turning to my project again. Just in case, I check to see if I had truly turned the power off to my machine.

I had.

With a nod, I slip back into it and grasp the wires in my left hand. Reaching around, I work the wires out of the conduits that lead to the power source. These were the only ones that fried.

Every.

Fragging.

Time.

I grunt as the last one becomes a hassle. It refuses to budge. Growling, I pull on it more and it finally releases itself...

Sending me falling out of the machine and flat on my rump. I hiss and rub my rear as I slowly stand, a sense of triumph as I hold all three wires in my grasp. Ratchet gazes over, and his optics lock on the wires. "Still no luck?" I shake my head and toss the wires aside. "They keep getting.... getting..." I snap my fingers until the word finally comes to mind. "Short circuited! I can't seem to find the right size or type wire to hold the energy needed to power the br-" I catch myself just as I was about to give what it is away. Ratchet grunts before turning away. I only huff and walk to my machine again, trying to figure out if I needed to go bigger on the wires or maybe add another to help the flow of energy be minimized in each area.

A servo suddenly pops into view next to me and I turn to see Ratchet holding 3 large wires. "Cybertronian tech usually works better with more Cybertronian tech." I gasp and he smirks. "Did you really think you could hide the fact that you were working on handle held portable ground bridge remotes from me?" I sigh and take the wires, but a smile breaks my serious tone. "I tried too.... but don't say anything! I.... don't want to get anyone's hopes up." Ratchet nods solemnly and turns back to his work on the computer.

Suddenly, Arcee comes in for a ground bridge. Ratchet is quick to do so and she drives through with Bumblebee and Bulkhead in tow. I set the wires aside for now as Ratchet tells Optimus to come down to the main hangar. Arcee and Bee looked pretty beaten up. The doc is quick to get to work on repairs and he is nearly finished as Optimus makes his way off the lift.

"What happened?" He asks. I can sense slight worry, but he was always one to mask his emotions well so I couldn't be sure. Arcee quickly tells of the battle while The Prime walks to the computers to try and pinpoint the location of the Cons if they were still on the ground. Ratchet finishes before heading off to... somewhere.

"And the Cons would have been scrap metal if I hadn't been distracted by the human." I feel my blood run cold, and Optimus visibly stiffens. "Human?" He asks, and Bee holds up two digits as he whirs. "Two boys." The Prime corrects, and Arcee shrugs. She runs her chin as she recounts the incident. "I guess the second one caught us in action? I don't know. Was a little busy at the time."