Transformers Prime: Project Predacon

Yes, There Are Problems

I followed Summer to wherever she was going, occasionally glancing at her blue optics, confused.
"So Ratchet told you about his past?" She said suddenly, looking to her right where I stood next to her. I wondered to myself how she knew such a thing and was on the verge of answering when she spoke again.
"No, I don't read minds," she looked to her left, then back to me. "I can just see it in the way you hold yourself. You must have a lot of secrets to be looking around so much. You look a little paranoid." By now I was wondering if she could read minds, even though she said she didn't. Before she could say more I asked her a thought of my own.
"Your optics, they were green when we first met."
"Oh, yeah. I can change their colors, which, since this war is going on and you can tell who is on what side, might come in handy." She blinked and suddenly her optics turned to the same blazing green as they were when I first saw them. She blinked again and they were red this time. A dark, crazy color, the same shade as Megatron's, which sent chills up my spine. In just a second, her optics were back to blue. Although I had seen my reflection often and I knew that I had green optics I couldn't help but think they suited her better than I, and it creeped me out a little to think that my optic color looked better on her.
"I think they look better green, it kind've suits you." I said nervously, my stomach flip flopping. She hmmed gently, her strides longer than ever.
"I like blue. Green is a mesmerizing color, but what's there to relate it to other than plants? Blue is so much more... relatable. You can see anything in blue optics, the sky, oceans, rivers, rain- a soul maybe." I blinked.
"I'm impressed with your human vocabulary, you're catching on faster than I am." She looked down, a small 'thank you' resonating from her lips before she branched off, stepping into Ratchets room and smiling at me.
"Looks like this is where we part, guess I'll see you around." I smiled back at her, giving a small nod before she disappeared behind the door. I turned around and walked back to way we had come, what I needed now was a nice, long, flight. Something to help me relax. I made my way outside, transforming into my beast mode. Before I jumped into the air, I looked up. Summer was right, blue was a relatable color. The sky was unpredictable, but nonetheless beautiful. It was full of mysteries and unchanging wind, kind've like a spark. I took off then, longing to feel the ripple of wind beneath my wings, and maybe experience how unpredictable the sky really was.

I was enjoying my flight, which was simple and effortless when I heard an annoying static coming from a comm link that I didn't recognize. I listened carefully, keeping my guard up just in case it was a Decepticon link. Lucky for me if they tried to track me, they wouldn't find the others. I kept flying in the direction I was originally going, changing course was risky, especially if I turned back to where the Harbinger was. The static from the unknown comm link soon cleared out into a slightly panicked voice that I knew.
::Optimus wants you back here, now.:: I glided for a moment, trying to determine if that was what he really meant.
::WheelJack, you know this line is only used for emergencies.:: I heard WheelJack grumble something inaudible, before he spoke into the receiver again.
::What do you think I'm using it for? Just to screw around? I know protocol, and he wants you here now, and he's not too happy. None of us are.:: I was mildly confused and shaken up with his response, so I responded quickly, letting him know I was on my way. It had hardly been an hour since I'd gotten into the air, if I was an hour into my flight, then if I hurried it would only take me a few minutes at the most to return. I whipped my tail to the left, taking a sharp turn to the right and straightening myself out, pumping my wings hard and fast to gain speed. I didn't bother with altitude. I was in the middle of the desert with no humans around, so the best strategy was to fly low and as fast as I could. If there was a problem back at base, and Optimus needed me, then I had to be there as quickly as I could.
As I predicted, it only took me a few minutes to arrive and I dipped myself into a sharp dive, calculating how much speed I should lose to make sure I didn't crash into the already half destroyed ship. I slid on the ground, and I scrambled to get some friction before I collided with the ship. I managed, and transformed quickly, racing into the base. I burst into the main room, and sure enough, there was Optimus, WheelJack and everyone else standing around except for Ratchet and Summer.
"I'm here, what is it?" My optics flickered between Optimus and WheelJack. WheelJack was giving me a strange look and Optimus was just looking at me, hiding all emotion.
"What's what?" WheelJack asked, blinking with confusion. I stared at him, frowning with suspicion.
"You just commed me on the emergency comm. Told me to get here as fast as I could."
"What? No! No, that wasn't me, I was just standing here the whole time," WheelJack raised his hands defensively, pointing to the floor and indicating that he had been there the whole time.
"I've been talking with Optimus this whole time, I swear." There was no sound in the room we stood in as everyone realized what had happened, or at least had an idea about what happened. Smokescreen was staring wide-eyed at Optimus before he ran shrieking Ratchets name down a hallway, slamming into a wall and losing his balance. He tripped over his foot trying to run again, but failed to regain his footing, falling to the floor ungracefully. It would've been funny if all of us weren't in eminent danger. He pushed himself up faster than I thought he could, and raced back down the hallway, still shrieking Ratchets name. Optimus immediately dragged me outside, if there was anyone that could sense danger, it was me.
"What can you remember?" He asked, his voice was tight with worry and forced calmness. I thought hard, pressing my fingers where my temples would be if I was human, racking my data banks for anything I could remember.
"I- I have it saved somewhere, I remember saving it..." I thought harder, running through several pieces of information before finally falling upon the recorded message that apparently wasn't from WheelJack. I was quiet, listening to the recording over and over, trying to determine if there was anything wrong with the message. Whoever it was sounded exactly like WheelJack, which gave me chills. Then, I found it. I opened my optics, looking up at Optimus.
"There's an embedded message."

***Hello, ladies and gentlemen. I just wanted to let you guys and girls know that we are reaching the peak of the story! Yayyy, I actually tried for once and it's turning into an actual story that's not falling apart! I'm so proud. And just so you know, extra ideas are not a bad thing, so if you have a little idea or thought just comment or message me, I will get back to you as fast as I can, which isn't very fast unfortunately but I will try very hard. Thank you very very much for sticking this far into the story, and also, comment if you want me to warn you before the mushy stuff comes between Ratchet and Summer, eventually I'll take it further but- just for good measure, I want to know if you guys want me to warn you when it starts and when it doesn't, even if it's not interfacing, I just need to know if you would like for me to do that, because I know some people don't want to read that stuff. But again, thank you for being so uh- loyal! It's great!

I Live to Serve
~SummerLeighanne