A/N Finally KoT gets to 5 chapters! After a reboot and a 2 year hiatus it's here that we surpass the 4 chapters of the original (and not so awesome) KoT.

Speedy: Thank you Bahamut for your support.

Discovery: You have saved our muse, we are eternally grateful.

Speedy: And since you like Discovery best, guess who's blasting off this chapter?

Hawkeye: Team Rocket?

Speedy & Discovery: …

Typhoon: While everyone's busy being struck dumb by Hawkeye's stupidity JetravenEx does not own the space shuttle Discovery physically, nor does she have any claim to Knight Rider

Chapter 5

Discovery's rockets were shuddering as the modified shuttle tried to stifle her growing nervousness and excitement as she was guided onto the modified launchpad.

Instead of standing vertical as she was used to. She would be instead carted in horizontally onto a platform that would angle itself up to allow Discovery to blast off diagonally and make take off easier.

Typhoon's request for Air Support had come in just a few minutes ago and the camp was alive with activity. Every AI that had mobility was doing whatever they could to get Discovery airborne and on the fastest track to getting to the city and helping the knights.

The cyborg Ray was standing behind Discovery's stubby right wing guiding the other AI's that were pushing Discovery into position.

Talia meanwhile was inspecting Discovery's systems from within the shuttle's cockpit.

For a moment Discovery was silent letting the sound of the joints of machines grunting and groaning as they pushed her into position, and the sound of Talia making a couple of adjustments to Discovery's internal systems.

"Talia?" Discovery said uncertainly.

Talia pulled back a bit from the panel she was currently inspecting to glance up at the little camera lens that lay just above the main windows. "Yes, Discovery?" She asked before she closed the panel up and began to inspect the navigation system.

"Do you, do you think I-? I mean, I'm worried that… What if something goes wrong?! I mean Typhoon was shot down!" Then all of Discovery's fears and insecurities burst through the dam and she began to babble. "And she's such a better flyer, what if one of them is hurt and I screw up trying to airlift them out?! What if I crash, or-or what if I get shot down?! What if I get shot down and-"

"Discovery!" The blue and silver robot shouted rapping her metallic knuckles against the nearest console. The pinging sound drawing Discovery's attention away from her panic attack. The female robot heaved a sigh as she turned back to focus on the navigation system her yellow optics narrowed slightly in concentration. "First of all, you'll be fine; you and Typhoon have been practicing a lot so don't even start with the flying bit." She finished calibrating the navigation system and she stood up.

"Yes, but… It'll be my first time out on the battlefield." Discovery said nervously. "If I screw up…"

"The others will have your back, and Discovery. You were the one to carry the space program through whenever they hit a particularly nasty speed bump." Talia said patting the console soothingly as she opened the hatch to exit the craft. "You'll be able to carry the knights through this. We all believe in you." She said before she jumped down to join Ray and the others below the launchpad.

Discovery's rockets shuddered again but the shuttle tried to pull herself together. She thought of Challenger and Columbia. Her brother and sister who had gone down with their crew. And it had been up to her to blast off in their honor after they met their tragic end. All to ensure their sacrifice wouldn't be for naught and the space program would carry on.

Now Typhoon had fallen, and the other knights needed her to carry them through.

"T-minus 60 seconds." Ray said as all the other AIs began to edge back as one end of the launch pad Discovery was on began to slowly rise upwards gradually putting Discovery into a slant.

"T-minus 30 seconds." The old countdown was a nice touch, really. It made Discovery forget all her concerns and fears, and just be lost in the anticipation of blasting off again. Though this time not into the spacial frontier, but the heart of a battle.

Discovery's rockets began to shift and align themselves, the shudders fading away as Discovery let the nostalgia of the countdown flow through her processor and she began to calculate the best route to go once she was airborne.

"T-minus 10 seconds." A soft rumble began to be emitted from her back end as her rockets were roused from their lengthy slumber. Although her last practice session had been a few weeks ago, with the countdown and everything.

"T-minus 5 seconds."

Discovery felt truly alive as she drew herself up as much as she could.

"T-minus 4 seconds, T-minus 3 seconds, T-minus 2 seconds, T-minus 1 second…"

The roar of Discovery's rockets, and the sound of metal retracting quickly into place to allow the shuttle to escape from the cabling that had held her in place as they'd worked to get her on the launchpad.

And Discovery was blasting off and climbing higher into the sky her rockets a steady roar as she fought gravity once again.

For a moment she was tempted to let them go full power and rise beyond the heavens.

But just as the thought made itself known. It was quickly abandoned as Discovery lowered her output on her rockets to allow her to level out a little as she rocketed towards the burning city that was beginning to appear on the horizon.

It was time for Discovery to pick up the slack for a fallen craft once again.

And Discovery was ready for it as she blasted off for the city her little silver scanners that surrounded the nose of the shuttle blinked in tandem as she cast her shadow upon the barren ground.

"I'm coming guys." She texted the Knights.

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Hawkeye was, for lack of a better term, panicking. He flew all over his light flashing all over the crumbled street below.

"RISK! RISK! BOSS! DO YOU COPY?" He shouted over the comm and when he still received nothing he flicked through other channels rapidly as he flew up and down the street.

Nothing. Nothing but dust, rubble, and static. Anything else was deeply buried underneath said dust and rubble. Thus leaving nothing that could be able to respond to Hawkeye's desperate calls.

"Oh no, oh no no no,' Hawkeye said hovering in air trying not to shake. "What do I do? What do I do?" He babbled. Then an idea came to him, he could call Zephyr! Quickly he opened his communications channel and prepared to call Zephyr, when Zephyr's voice came shouting through the line.

'Hello! Can you guys hear me?!' Zephyr's voice erupted from the comm. 'There's a missile trained on the city! You have to get out now!'

"What?!" Hawkeye cried. "But-But Risk is-" He cast his light down over the crumbled block below. He couldn't abandon his leader and save his own chassis. That would be cowardly. He had to find him, he just-

'Guys! Speed, Ty, Hawk, Risk, ANYBODY, I'm stuck!' Rex's voice sounded over the comlink. 'I need help!'

Hawkeye almost froze up at that, his blade's nearly falling still as horror gripped his processor.

'Typhoon's bailed, and Speed's on the other side of the city! Where's Hawkeye or Risk? I thought they were with you!" He heard Typhoon shout over the comm.

"We got separated!" Rex said in response Hawkeye noting a slight edge of what could be percieved as panic to his voice. 'I don't know where they are anymore! How close is the missile?"

Hawkeye's scanner's began to work over time as he sped up his 'pacing' flying rapidly over the crumbled street searching for any sign of Risk, a flash of red paint, a dying signal, anything but there was nothing. It was as if once the buildings had buried him, Risk had ceased to exist.

"You've got 7 minutes to impact." Zephyr informed him, "You have to get out, I don't care if it messes up your paint job, you'll be worse off blown up!"

"I'm not still stuck because of lack of trying!" Rex cried. "My tire's flat and I'm BURIED under rubble, I can't escape on my own! I need someone to give me a lift!"

Hawkeye virtually swallowed. It seemed he was faced with a choice. Wait around and continue his fruitless search for Risk, who he could detect no trace of. Or he could go help Rex, who was calling for help and was very clearly detectable. In fact a quick scan farther out told Hawkeye the corvette was only a block or two away, he could get there easily in under a minute, dig him out in 2 or 3 and get him out well within the remaining 3 to 4 minutes.

The choice was obvious. Logic told him Risk was likely dead and there was no hope for him and he should go save Rex who was clearly still functioning and in dire need of help, help HE could give him.

Oh dear Great One what should he do?

If he left to help Rex, and Risk turned out to have been still functioning under all that rubble he was leaving the AI he looked up to to die. But if he stayed, there was a good chance he'd find no trace of Risk, and he'd end up dooming himself, and Rex to die.

Hawkeye let out a sound that resembled a whimper. He didn't want to do this. Where was Speedy or Typhoon? Why weren't they here to go rescue Rex? Or to help him search for Risk. That way someone else could make the call, someone smarter, someone who was okay with accepting that they'd left a comrade to die.

"You guys have 6 minutes." Zephyr reported quietly.

"Oh Great One," Rex said over the comm before erupting into another plea for mercy "Guys come on! I know I can be a real pain in the back bumper sometimes! But please don't leave me here! I don't want to be offlined! I don't want to DIE!" Rex's voice continued to rise, sounding like the corvette AI was on the verge of hysterics.

"Calm down, if you die you could at least die with some dignity." Zephyr said gently. "Getting hysterical won't help."

"Says the train sitting safe and sound outside the city!" Rex wailed. "I don't want to die! Oh Great One please don't let me die!"

Hawkeye felt something sting in his processor, like something in him was hurting at the sound of Rex's pleas to be spared. A check confirmed his processor and all his components were fine but the sense still lingered. A part of him told him he HAD to save Rex.

He didn't hate Rex, Rex could be a pain but the corvette had never been cruel. He'd joke around and if he seemed to perceive that you weren't at your best for any reason he'd try and make it so the world seemed a little brighter. Or that the world was stupid around you and you were lucky to have your processor functioning right. Either or.

His rotors picked up speed carrying Hawkeye higher into the air as he turned towards Rex's direction. Risk had told him to have a backbone, whatever that term meant. Since it involve animal's internal structure it was of human origin, and most humans enjoyed saying to toughen up.

Well at least the army ones seemed to from what he'd gleaned off videos of soldiers telling off their weaker peers to toughen up.

'Very well Risk I'll toughen up, I'll save Rex.' Hawkeye thought as he began to fly toward's Rex's direction.

'Even if I have to deal with leaving you behind.'

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A/N: So that's all for now. I should probably write more but I think I'll save Hawkeye's rescue and Discovery's arrival for a bit later. Also in the next chapter we'll see what Speedy intends to do to try and save the crazy human's lives.

In the mean time here's a poem i wrote in creative writing class last spring for all you readers to enjoy:

Limmerick Wars

By: Speedstar, Typhoon and Zephyr II

There once was a plane named Typhoon

Who liked to perform Sonic Booms

She stole some fuel

In hopes she'd be cool

Only to look like a loon

There once was a van named Speedy

In terms of affection he was needy

He waited all day

For kids to come play

Until he just looked creepy

There once was a very old train

Who was friends with a van and a plane

She knew their dislike

Often caused strife

And it was driving her freaking insane

There once was a van and a plane

Who were very good friends with a train

'We're sorry Zephyr'

'We'll try to make it better'

'And work to stop causing you pain'

Poor Zephyr.

Please Review your support is appreciated!