THE TRANSFORMERS The Fairycon Tales Beginning Chapter One: Meet the players There was a sound of lubricant splashing, then tires squealing as brakes were ineffectually applied, and then a loud drawn-out "ARGH!" followed by a loud crash. Flashshot laughed gleefully, stepping out to survey the results of her handiwork. At the bottom of the drop-off, the Autobot cavalier Hot Rod lay in a crumpled groaning heap, knocked partway out of altmode by the impact. He'd lost control after hitting the puddle of lubricant Flashshot had spread. He was fairly beat-up, and his inner workings were exposed in a couple spots. Flashshot took aim, charging her guns up to finish the job. "Nighty-night, Autobrat." However, before she could fire, a hail of yellow-orange blasts forced her to take cover. Kup, Chromia, and Firestar had arrived, and Chromia was letting loose, pinning Flashshot down while Kup and Firestar saw to Hot Rod. "Can you transform, lad?" Kup asked him. "Only back to car mode, and I lost three tires," Hot Rod responded, retracting his legs and arms fully "I'll get you out of here, kid," said Firestar as she transformed. "Load him into my bed, Kup" she said. The older Autobot gently maneuvered Hot Rod into Firestar's truck bed, and then transformed himself. "Time to pack it in, Chromia. Let's go." Chromia took one last shot at Flashshot before transforming and following them. Flashshot was disappointed that her target had gotten away, but seeing him fall like that had been quite entertaining, so it wasn't a total loss. And there were always more Autobots to kill. She transformed and flew off to go find some. Flashshot enjoyed the air rushing over her pyramidal hull. She did not enjoy said hull as much, though. She was envious of the Seekers in Megatron's crew, specifically of their less-bulky Earth-jet transforms. It must be so much easier to move in those bodies, she thought. What was that jet called again? An F-15? Or was it an Eagle? Or were both correct? It didn't matter, though. All that did was getting reformatted into one. A large column of smoke caught her attention. That'll be Firebomb's doin', no doubt, she thought. The pink tank-former was known for being a pyromaniac. Flashshot moved in for a closer look. There was a pile of dead Autobots, all fused into heaps of slag to some degree. Smoke billowed from the smoldering ruins of their enemies. Flashshot saved a few choice glances to her hard-drive. "Firebomb!" she called. "Save some for me!" The tank-former rolled up and transformed. "If I see anymore, I'll tell you. I think we've scared 'em off. Pity," commented Firebomb. "I was having fun. Where'd Silverwing and the rest get to?" As if to answer her question, Silverwing, Needlenose, Misfire, Longblast, Scorchcross, and Eagle Eye came flying in. "We gotta bail, right now!" said Silverwing urgently. "Mags is coming, and he's got Skyfire, two of the Dinobots, and three of the Aerialbots with him." "Blast it! Which Dinobots?" hissed Flashshot angrily. "Grimlock and Sludge," Silverwing answered. Inwardly, Flashshot groaned. Ultra Magnus alone was a dangerous opponent. Skyfire and the Aerialbots could counter the Decepticon fliers well enough. And the Dinobots were nigh invulnerable, on top of having lots of raw power and being canny fighters. Already weakened and low on fuel, her unit was no match. Silverwing interrupted her thoughts with an exclamation of, "Oh smelt, here they come! We gotta haul aft!" Firebomb transformed back to vehicle mode and shifted to her flight configuration, joining them as they flew away. Some time after they escaped, Flashshot received a transmission from Shockwave. "Lord Megatron requests the presence of you, and your subordinates Firebomb and Silverwing. He requires you for a special plan of his. Report to my watchtower immediately." "At once, sir." "Firebomb, Silverwing, Megatron's askin' for us. We're goin' to Shockwave's watchtower. Eagle Eye, you're in charge 'til further notice." As the three flew towards the tower, each was thinking about the implications of Megatron calling for them. If Megatron's asked for us, we're probably Earth-bound. I'll finally get that Earth-jet upgrade, thought Flashshot. The Dinobots are usually on Earth. Which means I'll be able to find that blasted furnace-mouthed Slag and out-flame him, thought Firebomb. Earth. Lots of humans to screw around with. Lots of Autobots who haven't been warned about me. Such fun, thought Silverwing. They transformed, landed on the 4th-story pad, and headed in.