Coalescence

The ice giant glared. Its voice started as a rumble, elevating to its usual gravitas as it
continued. “Was it not your plan to lead her here? Did you not mean to let her and her
compatriots track you in their own ship?”
“I…uh…What now?” Jetstorm pointed at Crasher. “Her?”
“Apparently I have a special brain.” Crasher shrugged as much as her ice block allowed.
Jetstorm straightened his posture, cleared his throat and attempted to sound as convincing
as possible, “Right, yes, I knew that. And that was the plan the whole time; tricking
her into following us here so that we could…uhm… make her a component.”
“Then everything is proceeding as we designed.” The ice giant boomed. “Fit her into
the compartment and initiate the activation sequence.”
“You got it.”
Jetstorm waved for Strongarm, Demolishor, Side Burn, and Hot Shot to help push the
frozen Decepticon into position. Crasher watched, unable to stop them. She could,
however, still talk. “You didn’t know about me; you wanted to go get Sephie. Where is
she?”
“Hnnh. The cyborg babe abandoned me before we took off.” Jetstorm grunted. “No one
saw her scram. But her little round rear end has got to still be back on Earth.”
“She isn-” Crasher stopped herself. She sent that message from the ship… while it was
in space. She’s got to be here somewhere. Probably looking for some way to help. I…
hope.
“Hey.” A voice whispered near Crasher’s audio receptor. It was Strongarm. “I like your
armor. I never thought I’d like white and blue together like that, but you really make it
work.”
“Thanks.”
“So…He obeys you?” Rick gave a wary glance at the bushy pink and silver lion sitting
in front of him. “He was doing pretty much everything Cybaxx was telling him to do
before.”
“Oh my yes, he would do that.” Beta Maxx was sitting atop the lion. He reached down
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