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Choose Your Own Adventure Fic - Part 8
The people chose to call Thunderclash to get a sense of his mental state.
[CONTENT WARNING: This installment deals with a character experiencing voices other people can’t hear, and an open question about whether the voices are real.]
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“Ultra Magnus is right,” you say, trying to ignore Skids shooting you a startled - and hurt - look. “Before we decide anything else, let’s hail the Vis Vitalis. We should at least find out where we stand.”
You silently hope Skids will understand. You want to help Gleeerboo, and hopefully you can - but you’re not going to be of any help if you charge in without gathering all the information first. You still don’t know what’s happening with the planet, or with Thunderclash, or how (or even whether) they’re connected. And if you insist on just going to the planet without even checking on Thunderclash, odds are that Ultra Magnus or Perceptor will have a lot of questions for you.
Besides, Thunderclash is your patient, and that has to take priority.
Ultra Magnus hails the ship, and you wait. And wait.
After a much longer pause than you’d normally expect, an image finally flickers to life on the main screen… but it isn’t Thunderclash. Instead, you recognise the softly rounded features of one of Thunderclash’s subordinates. You seem to remember that this was the Vis Vitalis’s second lieutenant - he came aboard the Lost Light when you last encountered Thunderclash. You recall that he was a bit quiet, but then, it was probably easy for him to get lost in the flood of adoration directed at his commander, and then the high drama of then-first officer Paddox’s betrayal.
You wince slightly, still remembering the full-body ache after Swerve swung your alt mode into Paddox so hard that he shattered into his component beings.
“This is Ultra Magnus of the Lost Light to speak to Captain -” Magnus is cut off.
“Oh, thank you, Primus!” The young officer peers anxiously at you all. “Please - we need your help.”
Magnus looks less than impressed. “State your designation.”
The officer straightens up, although his expression still betrays his worry. “Second Lieutenant Sparker, sir. Please, I - I formally request assistance. Captain Thunderclash is behaving extremely strangely, and I’m afraid he may be in danger, sir.”
“We are aware of the situation. I am accompanied by Rung, one of the Autobots’ leading psychiatrists.” You give a solemn nod when Magnus gestures in your direction, and you school yourself not to smile in greeting; in situations like this, many people prefer a serious expert to a friendly one. “Captain Thunderclash himself contacted us, so if you could simply connect -”
“I can’t, sir!” Sparker bursts out. “The captain locked himself in the shuttle bay ten minutes ago, and he won’t answer his comm!”
Turning away from the screen, Skids murmurs, “Do we think he’s planning to -”
At that moment, a siren sounds on the Vis Vitalis. You can hear a muffled voice in the background shouting, “Unauthorised launch!” Sparker mouths a curse, and then disappears from view.
“We do,” Perceptor answers Skids coolly, and puts the view of the Vis Vitalis in space up on a split screen with the still-open comm link to the ship’s chaotic bridge. He zeroes in on an even tinier dot that’s moving away from the Vis Vitalis at speed. “I surmise that this shuttle contains Captain Thunderclash, and, further, that his trajectory is towards the planet.”
“Hail the shuttle.” Magnus turns to you. “Rung, you may be best suited to talk to him.”
You’re prepared for the hail to go ignored, but to your surprise, Thunderclash responds. He looks haggard, hunched over the controls of a small shuttle. There’s a grey tint to his facial metal, and his colours seem muted - a sign of stressed systems. His optics, though, are blindingly, worryingly bright.
“Thunderclash here,” he says. He isn’t looking at the screen, and he sounds distracted as his fingers fly over the controls. As you watch, Thunderclash suddenly winces and clutches his head. A second later, he seems to shake it off.
