Cross My Spark; Hope To Die

Not. Out. Yet.

Slipstream grabbed Streamline's wing and crushed it slightly, "I told you to shut up and if you say anything else other than the location we're looking for, I'll hurt you worse than I just did."

She winced and stared daggers defiantly into the Decepticon's optics: "anything else."

With a swift snap, she grabbed the red and blue-trimmed wing on both sides and brought it over her knee and then discarded the gnarled piece. With grit dentas, 'Line blocked the bond as best she could and bit back a nice string of curse words and her own verbalized pain. "Anything else snarky you want to add?"

"I'll kill you!" BBop fought against the three that held her back as a maniacal grin danced onto Starscream's dermas.

"You'll die before anyone else here dies, Autobot," Starscream said and shocked her again. At first, his sadistic laughs rang out louder than anything else, but eventually, after the prolonged exposure, her frame had taken enough of the brunt of the electricity's wrath.

"You're gonna kill her! Stop!"

Starscream paused for a moment and stormed across the room, "Then tell me where the weapon is," his voice was smooth, with rage seething underneath. The seeker talked as if his words were connected in cursive, with feeble attempts to hide his impatience barely even existent.

"Get fragged, Starscream! Leave her alone!"

"Is that what you want?" He walked backward while continuing to face her, moving closer and closer to BBop again, who's light was slightly fading from her optics by the moment.

"Just stay away from her," Streamline's voice caught in her throat, emotion flowing quickly through each word. In response, Starscream turned the voltage to the top of the meter and shocked for a total of about ten micro-kliks. The stress put on the wreckers' gears caused her to cry out, pain exploding in her processor. With CPU's life-or-nothing push for survival, it caused her entire frame to lock up and lose all strength.

Both the seekers holding her upright let go and she tumbled to the floor, barely able to move, much less stay conscious. The protection they wore on their servos to protect from the high amounts of volts flowing through their victim was thrown aside, just like their assumption that she'd put up a big fight.

"Stay with us, BBop. You're alright," and with that, sent as much comfort and peace as she could through their bond without completely overloading her. If too much of the calm was applied, BBop's systems could begin to shut down due to the false belief that everything was functioning optimally again. Then, her life-saving systems would pause. Not. Good.

This was a relatively new thing. Ratchet had just previously warned the entirety of the Autobot fleet after discovering that sparkbonded individuals could actually unintentionally kill their others, whether it be Conjunx Endura or Amica Endura. His research started in a similar interrogation situation. The mech tried to ease the pain that his sparkmate was experiencing, and all of a sudden everything shut down. Her spark stopped beating.

As much as she wanted to help her best friend, Streamline wasn't willing to put BBop's spark in danger or risk killing her. She was strong...but, even though she (and BBop herself) hated to admit, she wasn't invincible.

Although his theory only was proven that it could be a possibility with sparkmates, she wasn't gonna take any risks regarding her Amica Endura. Thanks, Ratchet. I'll probably go thank him when we get back, she thought, if we make it back.

Big, powerful, curt words bounced around in that statement: If, we.

One: They weren't leaving without each other. One doesn't make it, neither do. Final decision. Autobots don't - and won't ever - leave each other behind. And Amica Endura's sure don't leave each other behind. Wasn't an option. Don't do it. No one ever does.

Amica Endura: kind of a big deal. On Cybertron AND on Caminus. With slight variances for technicality, requirements, and properness of the entire ceremonial-type thing, it all meant the same thing. On Earth, the whole 'blood siblings thing' was sort of a general representation of the whole process, accept way less...weird. No cutting or harming necessary...just an eternal choice to be best friends - and if you're on Cybertron, a promise to never EVER become sparkmates, which was an obvious easy one to cross off for the Wrecker and Lightweight - with a few other things sprinkled in, and there you go. Battle partners, best friends, whatever you want to call it: for life and whatever came afterward.

And two: if was one of those big maybe words. A big...uncertainty. With ruthless Decepticons and the strongest of their two collapsed on the ground their odds were...wait, hold on there. BBop would kill her if she knew she was thinking an if about any of it. 'You're always so pessimistic' she'd always say. No, she always WILL say. I gotta think positively for her. For us. For our chances...

I'm positive that we may not get out of this.

No 'may's', Lightweight. We're not out of this yet.

This Wrecker's not out of it, yet. 

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