Times are Changing
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers, that is all Hasbro. I own Jadefire on paper, and I do, for a fact, own Icestriker. He's sitting outside right now. The only form of Transformers I own are six of the toys (Ironhide, a larger Ironhide, Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Ratchet, and Sideswipe), that I still don't believe are for ages five and up.
"With th—Spark gone, we—not return life to our—"
"Think I got something here!" a femme said, adjusting the dials to the central computers of the ship, altering the message's frequency.
Two mechs in a corner stopped playing their game and came over to her. "Yo, Jade, turn that up!"
"I'm trying, Sideswipe!" The femme messed with a few more dials, and the message came in clear.
"… fate has yielded it's reward. A new world to call home."
"It's Optimus!" the other mech exclaimed, getting hushed by the femme.
"We live among its people now, hiding in plain sight, but watching over them in secret. Waiting, protecting. I have witnessed their capacity of courage, and though we are worlds apart, like us, there's more to them than meets the eye. I, am Optimus Prime, and I send this message to any surviving Autobots taking refuge among the stars: we are here. We are waiting."
Another femme rushed up. "Jade, can you lock on the transmission?"
The femme nodded. "It'll be a small trip, actually. Looks like we're at the tip of the galaxy." She looked to the mech who had spoken last. "Icestriker, let Mudflap, Skids, and Jolt know we're changing course and that they need to smarten up."
"Sure thing, Sis."
"How long of a trip we talking here?" the first femme asked.
"Locking on now." She watched the computer bring up an image of a green and blue planet covered in white fluff. From there, it zoomed in to one continent, and then zoomed closer, pinpointing the message. "Got it. About a week at our speed. I'd say pick up the pace, but this is uncharted lands. Up to you, Arcee."
Arcee shook her head. "Our pace is fine. Open another transmission so we can let the mechs know we're coming."
Jadefire nodded and attempted a connection. It came in fuzzy at first, so she adjusted the frequency.
"This is Ironhide. Confirm your identities or you will not be welcomed warmly. Besides a shot from my plasma cannon."
Arcee started laughing. "Your voice is a sound these audio processors haven't picked up in centuries. Arcee reporting, 'Hide!"
The mech at the other end chuckled. "Was wondering when your crew would get here. Everyone doing all right?"
Arcee's face fell, seeing Jadefire look away. "We've… lost quite a few out here. Random encounters with 'cons. Jade and 'Striker's mother was offlined."
"How many are we expecting?" he said, expertly shifting the conversation.
"Seven. Myself, Sideswipe, Mudflap, Skids, Jolt, Jadefire, and Icestriker."
The old mech grunted. "We'll send you accurate coordinates to the base once your ship gets closer."
"Anything specific we need to know?"
"Yeah, vehicle modes. Get one. Apart from that, we need a volunteer medic to help Ratchet out."
"I'll do it," Jadefire said.
"Guessing that's Jade?" Ironhide asked.
"Yep. Fully grown since you saw her last."
"That was centuries ago; figured she'd grow up. There's also the matter of her brother's training."
"Sideswipe's been showing him some things, but I know Jack entrusted you to his official studies."
"I'll start his training when you all get here. We'll prepare vehicles for you to scan." Alarms went off in the back. "Damn 'cons. Not a day of peace."
"We'll be helping in a few days, 'Hide. Arcee over and out."