Fifteen minutes later, Blitzwing spied Heatwave’s head peeking out from behind some scrub across the depression. Caution had kept Heatwave out of sight and sound. Behind a natural blind of shrub-brush and stones, Heatwave gazed down on the unsuspecting Autobots. As soon as he was secure in his hiding place, Heatwave’s hushed voice echoed through Blitzwing’s console. “You getting a good look at this, Blitz?”

“Yeah, not sure what it is, really.”

“Hey, Blitzwing?”

Heatwave paused. “Will? What are you doing over… nevermind… I think I recognize it. If I’m right… it’s a stellar spanner. It warps space-time to allow for long-range teleportation. Like, across the galaxy. Transwarp without the starship.”

“So… that’s bad.” Blitzwing muttered.

“Oh, yeah.”

“Blitzwing? Heatwave? You guys are talking over radio when there’s Autobots like, right there… I’d think that’s worse, right?”

“No, it’s safe,” Blitzwing replied. “Encoded faction frequency… the communication codes are secret and the encryption works off the ember’s natural harmonics. They can’t hear us.”

“I’m only concerned about the spanner if it works… which I doubt.” Heatwave chuckled darkly to himself. “Only one to ever get made was made by the Old One, and no one’s even sure if his worked. Word is Prime knocked him off before he could finish it. I really doubt Wheeljack has the wherewithal to make this thing functional.”



- Blitzwing Bop