- Weapon: Energo-Sword
Within Cybertron’s Underworld
Thunderwing carefully lead the way towards the plasma chamber. He took time to study the rippling bolts of energy, trying to find a pattern in their motion. He wanted to be able to catch a bolt quickly and safely in the cube rather then to hold it out and count on luck that a bolt would strike it rather then himself. It didn’t take too long for the scientist to find the pattern and collect a bolt inside of the cube.
The cube pulsated with a pink glow, brighter then just standard energon. Occasionally a ripple of various colors would pass through it, the plasma energy inside only just contained by his reinforced cube generator. Thunderwing stared at the cube as he backed away from the chamber. He hoped there would be some of it left after Shockwave’s experiments so that he could examine it.
Darkwing and Dreadwind reluctantly took up their cubes and crept towards the chamber. They didn’t need to exchange words to know what the other was thinking. This was going to be it, killed by a stray plasma bolt and left to rust at the core of Cybertron. They walked up to the chamber next to each other and held out the cubes in their arms as far as they could reach, their heads turned away from the inevitable doom that awaited them.
Fortunately for them both the bolts struck the cubes. It took a moment for either of them to realize what had happened. Darkwing was the first to look. He stood dumbfounded for a moment before quickly moving away from the chamber. Dreadwind waited for another moment before looking and quickly followed.
“You could have told me it had worked rather then just leave me there!” He snapped at Darkwing. “I should have known you would leave me to die.”
Darkwing shrugged his shoulders. “Survival of the fittest.”
Everyone’s attention was quickly drawn by the screams from Blackwind. The plasma energy rolled over her and she collapsed in a smoking heap at their feet.
“I knew it! I knew someone was going to die on this mission!” Dreadwind shouted.
Thunderwing wasted no time in moving towards her. His sensors picked up her spark still functioning inside of her, but it looked like several other critical systems had been heavily damaged or destroyed. She would need immediate repairs if she were to survive.
“Darkwing, Dreadwind, take my and Blackwind’s cubes. You two will take point as we move back to the surface. Use your combined mode if necessary, but we are flying to the surface. The mission is complete and I see no reason to prolong it and risk further injuries when it is unnecessary. Blast us a clear path if necessary.” He carefully scooped up the wounded femme. “I will carry Blackwind and follow with Weirdwolf and Skullcruncher.” Holding the seeker tightly but carefully he walked out of the room and back into the tunnels, the two other fliers following quickly behind.
Thunderwing produced a hose from his right arm as they walked, attaching it to an input valve on Blackwind’s stomach. He began pumping energon directly into her system, using his own systems to circulate it to her spark and other critical systems. It wouldn’t be enough to get her functional, but it would maintain her in a sort of stasis. Hopefully that would be enough. He did not want to lose someone he found so valuable, both to the empire and himself.
Darkwing and Dreadwind stowed the cubes in their cockpits before transforming, this time combining into their superjet mode. Neither of them was particularly fond of the combination, Darkwing in particular, but he kept his mouth shut. He didn’t feel that complaints would be welcome at this time. They both also had to admit that the combined mode was more powerful and getting to the surface more quickly sounded good to them. The combined fliers blasted off, heading up the tunnel they had used before.
Thunderwing unfolded his wings, giving him additional maneuverability and thrust for the flight, this time with the added weight of Blackwind. His alternate mode’s engines roared to life on his back and he lifted off, flying after Darkwing and Dreadwind.