TFP: shattered glass; Knockout in prime universe

Chapter 3

Two weeks later

To say life here is boring, that's an understatement.  Ratchet helps me adjust to having one arm, I can operate just as well with it.

Arcee was a little standoffish but warned up to me after I told her about my Airachnid. Bulkhead trains me in Wrecker hand-to-hand combat.

Bumblebee and I become best of buddies. When  me and hem don't have training, we take Raph out, Jack and Miko sometimes ride with me, and we race.

Optimus, it takes longer for me to warm up to hem. That changes when their Deceptacon's attack. I join in to do my part.

Their Knockout is here and he sees me. "Hello handsome......" I drop kick his aft. When he lands, I turn away and charge Dreadwing.

We drive the con's back, I walk up to Bulkhead and Bumblebee. Arcee picks something up, it's a data chip that's badly burned. "Maybe Ratchet can look into it." Optimus says.

We get back to the silo, Ratchet looks the chip over. He sighs after about ten minutes. "The chip is just too heavily damaged." He says.

I walk over, picking it up in between two fingers. Reaching into my subspace, I pull out a data pad. "Think you can do it." Ratchet says. "Shockwave was an excellent teacher." I close my eyes at remembering his final moments.

"How'd he die." Ratchet asks. I look down. "In front of me. I was held down by Hatchet as Prime held my beaten teacher. He cut Shockwave's helm off as I begged hem to let us live." I explain.

Ratchet nods as I hook the cables to the chip. The CPU is burned but not fried beyond recovering what info is on it. Hacking past the firewall, the info pops up.

Going to the most recent file, I read it.
'Two weeks into interagating the Autobot, not much has been learnt. So, I, Knockout, took the Autobot to the medbay and preformed a Cortical Cycic Patch.

'Not much was found, but he called me Carrier. I dont know why, I don't have a sparkling. Well, Lord Megatron is asking for an update.'

At the very bottom, a picture makes my energon go cold. Ratchet looks at the picture, I walk off. Coming into the main room, all see my look. "Knockout, you okay." Arcee asks.

I go to a knee "They have Cyranflare." I mutter. Optimus kneels, hand on my shoulder. "Who has who." He asks.

Looking at Optimus, I say one sentence. "The Con's have my son."