Transformers Prime: Sparkbeat {Completed}

Chapter 21: Memory

Everence's POV:

Ultra Malachite desperately scrambles away from the green femme and I, looking confused and scared, her optics show no sign of the brave and daring femme she is.

"Malachite it's me!" My voice is pleading and worried; what's the matter with her? Is she alright?

"Stay back." Rising to her peds, she states firmly, but fear still clutters her expression as she backs away a bit.

The other femme turns to look at me, her bright blue optics clouded with a hopeless, cold darkness. "She doesn't remember you. She doesn't remember anything. Shockwave used the brainpan eraser, it shocks the proccessor and... erases data. Memories. Everything."

Disbelief haunts my spark, a dark spirit that doesn't want to leave it's host. Could I really trust this femme?

"Look we gotta book it, or the Cons are gonna come and rip us apart if we don't leave." She is persistent, I must say, her voice urging and persuasive.

"Not leaving without Wheeljack." I growl back. We came here to rescue him, and that's what we're gonna do.

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Ratchet's POV:

Worry clenches my spark tightly, refusing to let go. Bulkhead looks worried as well, but his worry is for Wheeljack. Optimus is still holding Mithra, he's hiding it poorly, the fact that he's worried as well. Everence has always been a close friend of his.

Emma curls up beside Optimus again, heaving a large sigh. It's too quiet.

"Do you think..." Arcee begins, but trails off, worry of her own clouding her optics.

"No. They'll make it out." I reply, although I wish I could believe it.

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Darkplague's POV:

Wheeljack, apparently the mech the two Autobots came to rescue, smiles as the femme that hasn't lost her memories unchains him. It's a come and get me smile, and instantly I know he's a wrecker.

"Where are we?" The malachite femme asks in confusion.

"No time! Lets go!" The first femme replies as Wheeljack gets to his peds.

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Optimus's POV:

"Hey Jackie!" Bulkhead laughs as Wheeljack strides up, scarred and beat, but operational.

A femme with lime green paint and black detailing, bearing the Decepticon symbol, joins us as well, reluctant, though.

"Who are you?" Ratchet asks, unsure but stable.

"Darkplague." She seems... almost terrified of the world, shy and nervous but strong and durable.

Ultra Malachite stands a large distance away, looking like she just watched one murder another.

Ratchet nears her, but stops as she backs away, as if threatened by the medic.

"Malachite?" With a gentle voice, Ratchet murmurs, sounding worried.

"Who's that? Who are you?!" The femme backs away more, her tone edged with fear.

"What do you mean? It's me, Ratchet!" The medic states, tilting his helm.

"She's lost her memories." Darkplague shakes her helm sadly, and turns to me. "Well, Red and Blue, you got any crazy tools that reverse the eraser's function?"

"....No.." My voice is laced with confusion.

"Well scrap. We need that to restore her memory." Darkplague sighs.

"Malachite, trust me, just come and sit down." Ratchet reassures Malachite, and sure enough, she comes and sits down, but away from everyone else.

"Umm.... Hatchet? Oh, Ratchet... Umm... What is this place?" She asks him.

"The cave we fled to after the Decepticons chased us out of our base." Ratchet replies, calmly and carefully nearing her and sitting beside her.

"Decepticons?" This is going to take a while.