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bravecatcommander:

Prime looked hesitantly up into the darkness. He had no idea where he was or where Blaster was taking him, there was no guarantee that he will take him to Jetfire but he’ll take the risk of trusting the dark mech. He grabbed the ladder, turning to his companion for a moment.

“Is there anything I should expect after going down? I do not posses any external light source and it is pretty dark there.”

Optimus looked down again. If only he had one of his mini-con friends. Somewhere deep in his spark, he had a bad feeling. He hoped his intuition was wrong and nothing bad will happen on their way. He needs to get to Jetfire as soon as possible, last time he managed to contact him the shuttle was distressed and on verge of panic; judging from his voice. Blaster was reluctant in his answer, so Prime without waiting started climbing down.

” Ah! Don’t vorry! I vill be hyour flash light! ” he pointed to his chest piece, laughing very uncomfortably.

” Hyou know… becauze i can … zhine in the darknezz? Get it? No… don’t worry nobody doez” he waited for several nanokliks and started climbing down after prime.

“About downztairz… I don’t think there vill be anything creepy in particular… maybe zom zpiderz and duzt” and he imminently added ” Hyour friend iz ztill ok, I can zee him az an intruder in my programming” when they reachet the bottom, the sound of their pedes was the only sound around. It was even darker than before, and really… Blaster became the only source of light here.

“Zee?” he smiled a little and started to guide Prime further

” If hyou vill feel weird , tell me… becauze there might be zom old tanks filled with gaz… and I am not zure if they are old enough to leak ” he informed , checking base stash quickly.

Little spiders , with a size around a servo crawled on the walls and escaped from the glow. They didn’t like the light, that what Prime could read from their vicious little red eyes. All six of them.

(Source: blasting-blaster)

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bravecatcommander:

“Most likely. Though I am afraid there is no goal in our current journey. We were drifting aimlessly through space when the tear appeared and my friend decided to jump into it.” He frowned at the sight of what was left of the debris. “Naturally I could not leave him alone.”

“Is there another way or we have to deactivate the trap?” Prime turned to Blaster. He wasn’t moved at all by the trap, he seen worse images during the war. Or at least he thought so, being completely unaware of surprises this universe had to offer. It did, however, made him wonder what kind of place this was, that such extreme measures of safety were necessary. He looked back into the corridor, squinting his optics trying to find some sort of way in the dark.

” There could be… but it von’t an eazy trip. ” he looked up at the celling. He sure hoped noone was home.

” But it vill be eazier if i juzt …” fixing it on the spot would take too much time. Someone could actually see his disappearance, but it was highly not probable.

“Hyou know… i had a trip once… it vaz not fun ” he said blankly and added ” Hyou vill have to go anyvhere but here”

Blaster crouched, and took from his subspace a screwdriver, starting to unscrew part of the floor. After few moments, the spare tech corridor appeared in front of Prime’s optics.

” There’z a ladder… Go firzt … ” he hesitated a moment, with his servo in the air, but finally decided to held it out to Prime.

” It might be ruzty, zo i zhoud… maybe…zecure hyou with zometing but… I hav no zecurity rope ” he got worried, that he could break his neck, if they will go like that.

(Source: blasting-blaster)

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“No. I am not. Do not worry.”

He smiled warmly under his mask and followed the other mech, keeping some safe distance between them. Optimus came to the conclusion that the other mech was maybe a bit out of his processor, but he couldn’t help but justify it by the hardships of war. Who knows how long Blaster was trapped in this abandoned place with his team? With no help? He really felt sorry for him.

The darkness around them, while they were following the stairs down to the dungeons wasn’t scary but it made Prime feel strangely uneasy, like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to know what it was hiding. He hugged the wall closely following the dim light created by Blaster’s chestplate, trying not to trip on steep steps.

Blaster on the other hand was kinda easy on walking though the darkness. He could see where he was going, so it was not a big deal. He tried to push back his excitement, from the knowledge, that Prime had no idea where he was going, how dangerous it was and, what is most important, that Blaster could just abandon him here and …. sweet ember, how many ways to hunt, hurt and torture him… He looked though his shoulder at Prime, to check if he is ok, and he completely forgot what he was planning. He was just too… too… too something. There was no word for that in Blaster’s database.

“Zo… when hyou vill find him, hyou vill try to jump though tier, again?” he finally spoke after few meters. He halted him, before some really big doors, deciding it’s  time to shake Prime a little. He grinned to himself, picking some remaining debris, and tossed it to the next corridor. Lasers flashed and a smell of melting metal filled the tick air around them.Turrets… not so rusty even…

” Hm?” he turned around to Prime.

(Source: blasting-blaster)

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“I understand, thank you.”

He tilted his helmet a bit, noticing the nervousness of the other. This elevator was maybe a bit too small for them both. He tried to give his companion as much space as possible, not wanting to confuse him any further.

“Long walk does not bother me and as I said - I trust your guidance, Blaster. You know this place better than I do. But if there is something I can help with on our way there, please do not hesitate to ask.”

” Fine… ” he replied when he finally was able to leave the elevator , he vented loudly , looking at the celling. It will be a loooooooooong ride… damn

” If hyou want to help me ” he started, turning around ” For ztarterz, cover hyour opticz… ” he commanded , pointing at him

“I need to reconfigure zomething here, if we want to go further “

When Optimus did as he asked , he nearly felt something … fluffy in his spark. He shook his head and grabbed a panel in the wall, connecting dew of his cables there. For a klik he went stiff , switching commands and checking if the older parts of the base, is still armed. He did not bother to check earlier, but now was actually a good time. As he suspected, some turrets were still active, but rusty. He disabled them, securing the upper levels, just in case.

“Ok” his cables zipped back under plating and he close the panel, before Prime uncovered his optics.

” Ve can go” he pointed to the darkness ” hyou are not afraid of the dark right?” he looked at him

(Source: blasting-blaster)

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bravecatcommander:

“Of course. I will trust you.”

Prime replied calmly, nodding slightly. He standed close to him when the elevator came and not even tried to question anything the Blaster has said. From the little bit of map he was shown he could deduce how complicated this entire building was. Like someone on purpose built it to look like a labyrinth, trapping unwanted guests inside. He vented lightly, interrupting the awkward silence between them.

“Forgive me the question, but do you know if my friend is safe?” He looked at Blaster, optics full of hope that Jetfire is okay. At the same time he didn’t wanted to appear rude to his host, bothering him with the same questions over again.

“Oh he iz zafe…” he looked and him and tried to smile … hoping that he will not creep his ‘guest”.  He was not a charming type

“He von’t go anyvhere far, becauze it vould be difficult” when they were in the elevator, riding very slow, Blaster was bothered by the amount of space there was between them. Almost zero. His servos nearly touched Prime’s frame, even if he squeezed himself on the opposing wall. He did not know that elevator was that small! Why would anyone built such tiny one, when the residents of this planet are so huge!

” He… iz ztuck in ze place…” he chuckled nervously, looking at Prime

” Did I mentioned that it vill take zom time to get there?”he mumbled quickly, getting really flushed over the tiny space, that he was in with another bot.

“Lotz of stairz… and… and I vill hav to do zomething on the control panel vhen ve vill get down ” his accent was getting in the way now… why does he sound so weird?!

(Source: blasting-blaster)

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bravecatcommander:

Optimus quickly stepped back, guessing that he accidentally went too close. He didn’t want to offend his “host” after all. He frowned slightly at the question.

“Jetfire is my Second in Command and my best friend. I will do everything in my might to help him. You know where he currently is and I do not demand from you to accompany me, just please show me the way.”

He was very determined to find his friend. He had a somewhat nasty feeling that the shuttle got himself into trouble. As usual. Blaster at this point didn’t look like he wanted to cooperate, for whatever personal reasons, and Prime badly needed his assistance. Without him he might roam aimlessly, lost in the corridors of this base for days. And that wasn’t something he could afford with Jetfire’s safety on line.

“How about a trade then? Is there anything I can do for you in exchange for your assistance?”

He backed his finger, scratching his chin for a second. The offer was tempting…to get away from here… for a while… but Gretha! He can’t leave her!

” I vill zee later, for now… hyou need to be quiet…er” he adder a little bit puzzled with the language.

“It iz not zafe here … not for hyou not for me” he pushed the button, waiting for the elevator. Standing back to his companion, gave him an opportunity to express his panic attack. Why the frag was he helping him?! He said nothing! Nothing to convince him but suddenly Blaster felt that shooting him in the face , would make him more scarred on the processor that he already was.

” …. I vill take hyou there” he turned around presenting some buttons and showing him a glimpse of a map

“But hyou hav to… er… what’z the word… truzt me? ” he looked at him, while in his head there was a battle between deceiving poor unfortunate ember into his doom and grabbing him and crying how lonely he and Gretha is…

Fortunately, both of those fronts were scotched by Prime’s optics. …. (so nice and pretty)

(Source: blasting-blaster)

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bravecatcommander:

To guard it? So the others gone missing leaving this poor mech alone on guard. Prime slowly patted Blasters arm, trying to be reassuring.

“I am sorry. That you are alone here. I can imagine how hard it must be.” It reminded Optimus of his exile. Those vorns he spent alone drifting in space before Jetfire came along. He couldn’t even express how happy he was deep down, being able to talk with someone again. He frowned slightly again when Blaster informed him about his SIC location. Prime took a look around the place again. Maybe the base survived some serious damage and it wasn’t safe anymore?

“I… understand.” He looked to the side again, hoping that Jetfire is alright. “Blaster, could you at least show me the way? I cannot leave my friend alone.”

Did he not understand what he said? When he patted him, Blaster felt even more out of place.

” Hyou are really vorried about him?” he hid his gun, stepping from Prime, into more lighter part of the corridor.

“That’z quite amazing” he chuckled, going forward, checking if prime was following. His optics flashed again, checking the location of “Jetfire”. It was not hard to get there, but he really was not in the mood to go though all those dungeons. He had nowhere to go, at this state

” Hyou are veird… Really … And I thought that I vaz the veird one…” he deactivated some traps to not be uncovered by Prime.

” …………. Ehhhh ” he stopped in front of another elevator and turned to his companion, speaking directly to Prime’s face. Well there goes his personal bubble.

“How badly hyou vant him back?” me murmured, poking him a little bit in the chestplate, to check if he is real, or his processor is going bonkers. That happened once… on the Moon…

(Source: blasting-blaster)

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bravecatcommander:

Optimus’ finials on the sides of his helmet twitched slightly before staying completely still. The other mech seemed to be really nervous, adding to that the scenery Prime frowned. It must be lone soldier, left on his spot. Alone.

“Please, stay calm. As I said I have no intentions of harming you. Me and my friend fell here through a dimensional tear.” He made a small step forward. “We got separated and I was looking for him.”

He tilted his helmet taking a closer look at Blaster.

“Are you alone? What happened here? It looks like an abandoned base…” He said with a note of pain in his voice, looking to the side for a moment, before focusing back on Blaster. “If there is anything I can help you with… maybe if you could be so kind to help me find my friend, we could help you find your unit or other Autobots.”

“….!” Blaster jerked back , nearly putting the gun to Prime’s face. Too close! Too close! Only a klik separated him from pulling the trigger , and that klik was filled with words “If there is anything i can help you with…” this Prime was willing to help anyone other than himself? He was…so used to their leader… who of course was great! And… and well… he did not try to protect himself… that was odd. He did nothing to throw the gun out … or anything. Blaster looked slightly up, deciding to tag along… to see where it will go…

” Thiz baze iz not… iz not technically dezerted. I am here with Gretha to guard it… while otherz are gone… and… I know where hyour “Friend” iz… Optimuz” he mumbled, squeezing his dentas after, feeling really out of place, taking to someone directly.

“But i can’t take hyou there” he looked straight into Prime’s optics.

(Source: blasting-blaster)

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bravecatcommander:

Prime shuddered and slowly put his hands in the air in the gesture of surrender. He turned around to look at his assailant. His doubts quickly disappeared as he saw the Autobot insignia on the other’s chestplate. It was one of his brothers! Just from another universe. He must have landed somewhere where the war was still going on, probably much more fiercely than in his home dimension, judging by the look of this place. It’s probably an abandoned Autobot post and the mech in front of him was either a lone survivor or a scout that was sent here for reconnaissance.

“Oh! You are a fellow Autobot. Do not worry, I am one as well.” Optimus put down his hands immediately, trying to get closer to Blaster. He froze when the other just budged slightly still aiming the gun at him. “Do not worry. I mean you no harm. My designation is Optimus Prime, and you are?”

“Yh… “Blaster was kinda surprised by that reaction. Well.. he was new here, not everyone knew about the difference, that others see immediately.

“Ztop…” he repeated just in case , trying to appear bigger than he really was, but well… Primes are always built bigger…

” I…” his optics were shifting, trying to find the right answer. He really did not feel comfortable facing his opponent in the open like that… tough choices… responsibility… possible off-lining…

” My dezignation iz Blazter and hyou… ” when Prime took another step, he pointed his gun higher, aiming at his faceplate.

” Hyou are in a wrong place!” he shouted ” How did hyou appeared here?! My radarz zhould hav picked hyou up!”

Well… if Optimus is right, he could be very mistrustful… left here alone… with noone to report or talk… he was an autobot so he should trust him, right?

What he didn’t know was that, Blaster was already calibrating some new commands, and traps if something went wrong. But sure he hoped everything will go as he planned…

(Source: blasting-blaster)

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Bip …

Bip …

Bip Bip Bip …

Pulsating red light illuminated Blaster’s back, who was working on his precious balcony. at first he paid no attention to that, convinced that it was some kind of disturbance in destroyed parts of the corridor. Then the signal nearly jerked back his whole frame and he hissed a little bit, adjusting the signal. He turned over to Gretha and few commands flew to her through their wireless connection. On the screen he saw someone strange… someone who did not fit into this base…

“What in ze name….?” he murmured, squeezing his optics, while trying to match the stranger to something in his database. Quiet clicking in his head was so frustrating, when he could not match the pieces together… He was close to finding the match when he “Saw” with his cameras another figure

“WHAT?!” he stood up, still browsing though. His optics were flashing for few nanokliks. He finally found some residual informations and well… it was very surprising.  But maybe good? Those were strangers… from another universe , autobots … a leader and his second in command. He grinned a little bit, stumbling from the joy that filled his frame, when he saw ” Not armed” above the first figure. He checked the presence of his comrades. Ratchet was not here… Wheeljack nope… Prime was another story… noone with a real battle power.

“It vill be a pure joy… I zhould do it correctly… He’z all alone… zcared maybe… I vish i could juzt … juzt do it my way” he scratched his chin, circling around his workspace.

” I can’t … all here iz a mezz… it would be too rizky…” he moved his servo to his pede, where was his gun… he could also use his acoustic power.He looked again at the other Prime

“I … hav a plan” he smiled again, walking towards the elevator. He will meet him in person. He has an advantage right?

It took him just few kliks to appear behind the intruder without making any sound, with his gun in case. He was still walking aimlessly…. How intriguing…

“Ztop”

Blaster the Builder

Now when he had everything he could start building his balcony. He sat at the edge of the hole, dangling his pedes, trying to figure out the blueprints that he downloaded from some human site.

“Interezting… but complicated ” he moaned with disappointment.

“How am I zuppozed to built that? … Greeethaaa~” he leaned back, looking at his faithful monitor. It was showing through wireless connection the view from one of the cameras.

“What zhould I do?”

“….” the monitor replied with little flash of light and stillness

“Hyou think zo?” he smiled “How zweet of hyou”

“…”

“Ohh hyou are zuch a cutie mein faulein … hyou … bot killer” he chucked, looking back in his blueprints

“Hyou really think I can mange?”

“….”

“I vill only try for hyou my dear” he got up and opened his subspace, flooding himself with tools and materials.

“It vill be glorious!”

he shouted to … well… nothingness , raising his servos up while Gretha remained calm. It silently observed as its owner was working hard, alone.

“…”

Zhe’z ze most beautiful lady in ze world! Zhe’z very nice and zhe’z ze best liztener, zhe never show me any grozz stuff… or anything… ahhh

Zhe’z the most faithful, my number eins monitor~

I could zhow hyou her picture but zhe would be jelouz … *sends kisses to Gretha*

Tools… yes. He wouldn’t be able to find them, even if he tripped over them. Which actually happened right now.

“Owch…”

He hissed, looking back at the big crate with some hammers and wrenches. Luckily someone decided to repair light in one corridor and forgot about that. Ladder, dust and some … old energon stains accompanied with a big burnt out outline of a mech on the floor, assured him that the “handyman” was either not here or just… off-lined himself with the help of wires, hanging out of the celling. What made him drive to such conclusion? Well… wires should not scintillate randomly, dangling from the celling. And it was no simple sparks… it was like a small electric hell. Avoiding it was hard but, when your ember depends on that, you will do every stupid pose you can think of, just to avoid the offline state. He grabbed all he needed from the haunted corridor, sighing loudly.

” I hope zomeone vill fix that… becauze it vill not be me” he chuckled, packing everything to his subspace.

“Time to go… I hope Gretha did not mizz me too much~” he saluted to the empty space and decided to use some quicker way of transportation, back to his room….

….

“Why doez it alwaz work in the moviez?”