Transformers 3 The Bludgeon of Vector Sigma

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    If anyone remembers I'm the dude that made Transformers 3 Rise of the Nemesis. Yeah. Decided to make a new one. So here it is. Enjoy. :) 
    Chapter 1

    Part 1

    Space. An endless frontier, where rocks of different sizes and unknown origin bounce and crash into one another. Where the laws of gravity was defied. Where time drifted by, it didn’t count the hours or seconds as it went. A million years could past by but no tick tocks to tell it that the time was running out, or no alarms to tell it that it has ended. Just vast, pure nothingness.

    How quiet the space can be as the only sounds that could be heard are the occasional crashing off two large space rocks. Two large space rocks that somehow hit each other with barely any velocity even considering their size. Space and time is comprehendible, but some other things are not. For example, stars and planets, even entire galaxies, can form in the blink of an eye. Whether anyone wants it or not, the planets could contain life. Even microscopic life. But sometimes, life like no other.

    Humans, although concluded as physically and mentally short for other beings, are smart enough to be different from anything else on their planet. Very different. Even chosen ones rise from their ranks. And not just talking about clans, but even real chosen ones. Those that are chosen to live a life of virtue. Those that are worthy of the Matrix of Leadership.

    The large, yellow flaming sphere of energy whirled across space, bouncing into large space rocks as it did so. It wondered through galaxies. One would think that the orb of energy was doing so aimlessly as it awaited to be sucked up by a Black Hole or any other fragment of the imagination. But no. It’s surface was covered with nothing but raw power, and even though seemingly inactive or not alive, it knew, somehow, that it was being pursued. Any power or source of energy big enough to destroy entire planets would somehow be detected and snatched sooner or later. All the better, the giant glowing orb was on a mission unlike any other. It wanted to deactivate itself, and be free of all the greed and hunger faced by beings of all sorts.

    Behind the large glowing sphere known as the Vector Sigma, a large, bipedal form pursued it. Leaping from comet to space rock in bound after bound, the creature’s metal, rock-like gleaming form never stopped.

    This was Bludgeon, and he couldn’t even remember how long he was chasing after the Vector Sigma through space and time, passing by galaxy after galaxy. All he knew that it was a power source that would feed him forever. He had a thirst for destruction, and the only way of quenching it was to retrieve the glowing sphere of energy. He had kept the pace up for thousands of millennia, and never stopped. His large, metal soles clanged upon different types of rocks and substances as he leapt bound after bound across space, towards his target.

    Time and wind had stripped the bare metal from Bludgeon’s face, leaving him with an ugly endoskeleton-like skull. His armor was like that of Earth’s ancient Samurais’, except that he wore that suit of almost-impenetrable armor long before the human race was even born.

    Growling with his bare, grinding and sharp teeth, Bludgeon was determined to seize the power of the Vector Sigma. Suddenly, the large bipedal form was pulled into the atmosphere of one of the planets in the new and unsuspecting galaxy. Bludgeon was sucked into a whirling vortex, crashing into a planet that’s surface was filled with red dust. After millennia, that planet would be known to the human race as Mars.

    The Vector Sigma headed towards a strange, puny, blue and brown planet, not even knowing why. It’s primitive intelligence led it there purely by instinct. But if it had any mindset of any kind, the burning orb would recognize this planet as one known to the natives as Earth.

    Whirling in the cloudy atmosphere of the strange and small planet, the orb of energy crashed into the planet, its impact hard but not as hard as most of the numerous comets and asteroids that had preceded it. Its arrival gouged out no crater and left no scar on the land. No telltale shocked quartz marked its resting place. It’s journey through space had come to an unexpected end. Was it as unexpected as the Vector Sigma thought it was, or maybe there was more to that than meets the eye?
     
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    Chapter 1

    Part 2

    Graduation day for Princeton’s students. A day that would bring forth maturity, and destroy the latches of school. A day that would bring forth responsibility, and work. Work, Sam Witwicky thought, is only part of what will happen. Dressed stupidly in his gown and mortarboard, Sam held the scroll tightly in his hands. He looked around, scanning the vast crowds of eager graduates and happy relatives. Surprisingly, Leo was one of the graduates from Sam’s classes. Sam spun around, and a group of jocks waved at him, smiling. Normally this would be awkward, considering Sam was not one to be popular, or one to try. Instead, the public welcomed him, ever since the entire world knew of his presence when the Decepticons revealed him. Heck, his face was even on a helluva’ lotta’ news channels at that particular time. In fact, a lot has changed since the Fallen vanished from existence. For example, Mikaela had finally got a degree that let her into Princeton, and they bonded like glue after all the experiences and traumas they took. The non-biological extra-terrestrials have finally revealed themselves, their presence being not so secret after all. People had grown to like them, but some people of the public still felt that it was quite uncivil to have giant robots walking across the streets at times. Actually, not many walked the streets at the moment. Instead, NEST team was deactivated even with the pleads of Optimus Prime and Sam Witwicky. The only Autobot remaining that was allowed contact with humans was Bumblebee. The yellow and black Autobot stood proudly in the crowd. Bumblebee looked proudly at Sam, and the young teenager looked back with a slight grin in his face.
    With her mortarboard strapped onto her head, Mikaela strode over to her fiancée. Straightening his tie, she managed a smile. “So, how’s this for a graduation?” she giggled. Sam nodded, not knowing why. It wasn’t like she was making a statement. He looked around. Balloons filled the already crowded sky filled with falling leaves. “It’s, uh, great! I mean Bumblebee is here. I wonder where are my parents, though.”

    Mikaela’s response was clear. “They should be here any minute now.” Sure enough, Sam spotted two large figures clearing the crowds of people as they got through. Mikaela turned to face Sam’s parents, and the four of them met face to face. Ronald Witwicky looked Sam in the eyes, speechless as he thought of something to say. The smug and proud look on his face was evident. “My boy, all grown up.” The two exchanged smiles for a moment. For a while, the two studied each other’s faces.

    The moment of silence was broken as fast as it lasted when Judy interrupted, squealing in a loud, high pitched noise that was all too familiar to Samuel. “My baby bootie boy!” she pushed her husband out of the way as she embraced her child in a tight hug. Chocking, Sam managed to breath out a couple of words, “Mum… can’t breath!” Ignoring her son’s pleas Judy squeezed him with all her energy. Finally letting go, she studied his face. Breathless, Sam sucked in some fresh air.

    Judy pulled out a box of chocolate. “Here, this is for you. I ate three quarters of it on the way here, but still, it’s for you. I figured you’d like the box as well.” She opened the box and popped another block of chocolate into her mouth, leaving several blocks left. Closing the lid, she handed it over to Sam. His face turned solemn. “Why, gee, thanks mum. How… generous of you.” Judy smiled at the comment her son made, her smile beaming brightly. “I know, right? I’m that generous! Happy graduation!”

    She then pulled out a bouquet of blood red roses from her larger-than-life hand bag that she got at her trip to Florida the last month. Thinking his mother would give the flowers to him, Sam reached out to grab it. Judy pulled back. “These aren’t yours! You’re a man now, you shouldn’t want cheap flowers bought from a florist nearby!” she snapped. Her face turning back into one of a creepy, big smile, she turned to Mikaela and offered her the flowers. “Thank you,” Mikaela said as she took hold of the bouquet and smelled it. The fragrance of the roses were strong. Too strong. Even for roses. Then Sam’s mother whispered into her ear, “Stole Sam’s cologne that he left in his room! Like the smell?” Mikaela managed a slight smile. “Sure,” Mikaela turned around to face Sam and contorted her face into one of disgust.

    Ronald leaned next to his son’s shoulder, who was chuckling at Mikaela’s expression. “Get used to your mum’s weird ways. That’s how she used to treat me when we were dating.” Sam managed a slight chuckle after hearing those words from his father. “O… kay.”
     
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    Chapter 1

    Part 3

    The party was still going on, but Sam decided that the place was too crowded. With Mikaela following him, Sam headed off to a corner and sat on a nicely done metal bench. Tossing a block of chocolate into his mouth, he offered the box of ‘leftovers’ to Mikaela. Happily she took a block and popped it into her mouth. They looked on, observing as Judy Witwicky greeted everyone she met, while her husband followed her, trying to keep her out of any trouble. Mikaela placed the bouquet next to her on the bench. She breathed in heavily and turned to face Sam. “You know, there is speculation that a Solar Eclipse will come in the next few days.” “Yeah?” Sam said just to let her know that he was listening. “Well, Trent asked me if we would wanna’ go to his house at that time. He’ll be having a party there.”

    “Trent? Who’s Trent again?” Sam asked. The look on his face, Mikaela knew, wasn’t a joking one. Normally he would do that if Mikaela asked him about people he never used to like, but this time, Sam truly forgot. Who could’ve blamed him? They were gone from high-school a long, long time. So she tried to put his brain back into business. “You know, Trent De-Marco?”

    Sam paused for a moment. Thoughts of a large, muscular and well-built jock with tight abs came into his mind, and he remembered who it was. “Oh, Trent. Yeah. The j…” Before he could finish his sentence, Mikaela interrupted, seemingly knowing what he was going to say. “The jerk, right?” Sam paused at Mikaela’s words. The word Mikaela offered was true and appropriate, but not the one he sought for at the moment. “I meant the ‘jock’. You know. Jock. But ‘jerk’ has a certain ring to it when it comes to De-Marco’s case.”

    Mikaela nodded understandingly. “Yeah, of course.” She waited for him to say no to her offer. To her surprise, he didn’t. “I’d be glad to go to his house for the Eclipse. Never seen one before actually,” Sam confessed. Though the way Trent treated him in high-school was rough, it didn’t mean he should turn off the offer. C’mon, a party’s a party. Of course he’d go. Provided there was a large barbeque with steak and chips. Still, he would go.

    The large black and yellow Autobot lumbered behind them. Bumblebee was particularly intrigued at their conversation. He still remembered Trent. The guy that he met when he was still a beat-up classic Camaro. But that wasn’t what intrigued him. Instead, something else did. “Solar Eclipse?” came the voice of Steven Hawking booming out of his radio. “Natural phenomenon?”

    Sam was humored at that question. Not just cuz Bumblebee was seemingly acting dumb by asking such a question, but also the fact that the big giant Autobot didn’t just Google it in his over sized cranium. “Yeah, sure,” Sam tried to give his Autobot friend an appropriate answer, “It’s a natural phenomenon.” Still unsure, Bumblebee tried to hold back his curiosity. Something was not right, but he shouldn’t have brought up something like that in the first place. He kept it to himself, but gave out a hint of what he was thinking about. “If only things were that simple,” came the voice of the president from Bumblebee’s radio. Sam held back a potential ‘what the heck does that suppose to mean’ and glared at the Autobot. Bumblebee said nothing.
     
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    Chapter 1

    Part 4

    Pentagon.
    Once used as an area to coordinate attacks and command the special team of soldiers known as NEST. Now, it remained as it did before the invasion of alien robots. Before the Decepticons bore a big impact on the world. Before Sam Witwicky turned into the key to the future of the Earth. Remaining as the secretary of defense of the United States, John Keller strode across one of the millions of corridors that lined the Pentagon. He turned around, noticing that an aide was jogging across the narrow corridor towards him. The aide slowed down as he approached the older but much more experienced man. Finally, he stopped, catching his breath for a short while before turning to look eye to eye at Keller. “Sir, you have to see this,” the aide said. A simple and short message, one that was clear enough to the secretary of defense that he immediately followed the aide that had turned back and started walking.

    The Global Response Center of the National Military Command Center was not a sight to behold of. The underground station was filled with a large assortment of support personnel, a number of generals and admirals, and of course, Chairman Morshower. Unlike most visitors to the Global Response Center, John Keller was treated like someone from a high position. In fact, he was the secretary of defense anyways. Keller didn’t care when generals and admirals came forth and greeted him. Instead, all he cared about was the aide that he was focused on following through the crowds of personnel and staff. The aide led John Keller to another man that was typically the same age as Keller, but dressed in far less finer of a costume. Strapped into a camouflage suit, Chairman Morshower stepped forward and greeted Keller. “Mr. Keller,” Morshower addressed the man standing in front of him, “We need you to see this.” He nodded to one of the thousands of monitor screens that filled the room, where John turned his attention to. On the screen there was a map of Asia showing a large red dot in the Siberian regions of the Earth. “What is that?” Keller asked, curious and intrigued. Morshower responded quickly, “It’s a large energy signature, far larger than any energy signature that we’ve ever detected sir. Even larger than the energy signature that came from the artifact the Autobots call the Allspark. It was detected yesterday, seemingly a distress call. This is far different from what we’re used to handle. The energy seems… alive.”

    Keller nodded understandingly. “And the coordinates?” “Near the highest peaks of the Himalayas, sir. Mount Everest,” Morshower responded. Keller turned to face the Chairman. He studied his face. A face filled with a serious and stern expression. John grinded his teeth and made up his decision. “Send a team of scientists to explore it. Dispatch the best. Kaminari Ishihara and her team of tech sergeants and scientists will be needed for their smarts and wits.”

    “So should we declare this to the public?” Morshower asked after hearing the secretary of defense’s words. Keller stalled for a moment, thinking of a probable answer. Thoughts circled his mind, and finally a verdict came up. “Yes.”
     
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    Part 5

    The large metal shape that was the observation and relay satellite continued its orbit. It was huge and was capable of transmitting all kinds of data from top secret files to private messages to the entire globe. For the last few years, another figure had stuck close to it. Stuck was not quite the word. Instead, it was more like attached. The secondary metal being known as the Decepticon Soundwave latched on to the satellite with dozens of highly sensitive undetectable tendrils, almost melded into the satellite’s complex instrumentation. Its presence was not detected. Not, even by the highly sensitive sensors on the military comm. Satellite, or else the satellite would have already taken defensive actions against the alien shape that had unleashed the tentacles that caused it no harm. Instead, Soundwave knew everything.

    Whatever the satellite transmitted, Soundwave was able to perceive it in his metal cranium. He had stood perfectly still next to the satellite’s orbit for a very, very long time. Now, however, he thought he had come across the mother load.
     
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    Part 6

    Sam Witwicky heaved one of the many boxes of possessions across the tile-laden floor. Tossing it across the ground, he left it there as he looked around. There was nothing better than home. Especially since it was renovated and refurbished completely after a certain black and yellow Autobot blew the whole thing up in flames. The sleek, clean floor and the slick new television screen that was at a corner of one of the largest living rooms he’d ever seen… not that he’d went into a lotta’ living rooms to see in his life time. The old, rag-like couch was replaced with a much cleaner white leather couch. Sam sucked in the fresh wood and the smell of new furniture. “The government sure done a good job at fixing mum’s problems”, he muttered under his breath.

    “Sam! Much more to come!” cried the all too familiar voice of Judy Witwicky as she barged out of the family car and started pulling out two cardboard boxes that were notably heavy from the trunk. Her husband rushed out of the car and assisted Judy by grabbing one of the two boxes from her arms.

    Ignoring his parents, Sam grabbed the television remote controller that was left on the leather laden couch and he switched on the TV. Flipping through channels and countless boring programs, Sam suddenly caught sight of one of the television programs. It was feeding live from the Pentagon, where the secretary of defense declared an important message.

    A few days ago, a large energy signature has been detected at a location on Mount Everest. Rest assured, a team of researchers has been dispatched to explore it. It shouldn’t mean any harm to anyone.”

    Sam switched off the television. He had heard enough of it. The past few days he had a lot of thoughts conjuring up in his mind, and a lot of suspicious activities were announced. With an uneasy feeling, he watched as his parents carried two boxes of stuff into the house. Dropping the box he was carrying onto the floor, Ronald Witwicky looked up to his son. “Come on, bring that load of stuff into your room. Go check out the new renovations the government did.” “Yeah, they didn’t even give me the Jacuzzi I requested. Piece of crap the government is!” Judy snapped, snorting angrily as she turned and glared at her husband. Ronald’s expression was one of mild surprise as he bent down and picked the box he left on the floor back up.

    Sam suddenly thought about his room after hearing his father’s words. Blasted into smithereens by Bumblebee when he last dwelled in his home, the room was destroyed. Picking up the box he left on the floor, Sam rushed up the stairs to investigate what they’d did to his old place of sleep.
     
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    Soundwave filtered into his mind the recent live news report that was channeling through at least one channel from each and every one of the world’s television screens. It flooded the screen on the military satellite, and one of Soundwave’s tentacles that were attached to the screen glowed as it unleashed more tech-like alien wires, feeding Soundwave more knowledge and information. His swift, slim tendrils curled up tightly, whipping around as he slowly turned around. His large, wedge-shaped metal head bobbed for a second on his alien exterior.

    The three long, flat, massive satellite prongs, decorated with alien symbols, weaved to and fro as they clanged frequencies off Soundwave’s large body. His six, sharp mandibles twitched, opening and closing as he stretched his jaws.
     
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    The giant C-17 aircraft flew through the clouds. It had flown as high as altitude and official rules could let it, yet still it was flying nowhere near the peak of Mount Everest. White, swirling clouds drifted along as the C-17 cut through the air with its enormous wingspan. Loaded in it were a team of soldiers and researchers, led by Kaminari Ishihara, a young brunette with a tanned skin tone. As granny had always told her, it wasn’t the hair color that made Ishihara smart and skillful. This time, she hoped that that was not as true as her grandmother put it. As the aircraft neared the Himalayas, men and women looked through the windows down through the clouds to the earth below. They were very, very high indeed.

    “Alright team, prepare for descent in fifteen minutes,” declared the loud voice of the pilot coming out from the speakers that aligned the inside of the plane. Kami leapt up from where she was sitting and immediately responded to the pilot’s calls. She turned to her teammates. “Get ready, chop-chop! We gotta’ get this thing going!”

    Everyone got up from where they sat and started dressing up. The peaks of the Himalayas were very cold indeed, and Mount Everest was no exception. Kami put on her large, shaggy fur coat. It was thick and kept her insulated, while at the same time was light enough so it wouldn’t drag Kami along falling with it. Then she put on her leather and fur gloves and her tight goggles and headpiece. Along with a mini bag slung along her shoulders, Ishihara slung her chute across her back and strapped on some weapons loaded with mini sabot rounds and tools onto her belt. The others of her team followed, doing the same.
     
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    The large cargo bay door opened as fast as the hydraulic hinges it was attached to allowed it and the team of soldiers were blasted with a surge of air. Tufts of white, cotton-like cloud swirled through their heads, and each one of them looked on nervously under their translucent-green goggles. With her long, flowing hair tucked safely out of the way in her headgear, Kaminari breathed in slowly as she waited for further orders. At the perfect timing, the pilot’s voice screamed out of the speakers. “Three, two, one…” Kami looked back at her soldiers and gave what could be a final thumbs up.

    “Go, go, GO!!!”

    Under the pilot’s orders, Kami gave her team a signal, and one by one they jumped off the moving aircraft. Diving head first towards the ground, Ishihara felt the wind and pressure zooming past her skull. Although it was strenuous to move her neck while diving at this altitude, she turned around to check and make sure all her team members were still in good condition.

    A flurry of blue and white whisked them as the wind slowed down their descent.
    To make sure they would make it safely, Kami pulled the blue winch from the strap on her left shoulder. The backpack opened up and a large, white tuft of lightweight nylon blasted from her back. The parachute that had appeared was evident to the other soldiers, and they quickly followed. Chutes flew up from their backs, and the wind carried them left towards a vertical cliff which was a few meters from their intended destination.
     
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    Following her instincts as she approached the cliff, Kaminari pulled out a rock-hard, high quality grappling hook attached to a long rope strapped around her belt. Approaching the rock, she plunged one of the hooks of the tool into the minerals. Latching on with her life, her feet quickly gain balance on the almost vertical rocks beneath her. Knowing she shouldn’t, Kaminari couldn’t resist the temptation of looking down. Mountains of possibilities could conjure in her brain if she just took one single glance. But still, she looked. Pebbles dripped from where her soles were held, and looking down, there was nothing but a straight, rocky drop down. Even being a professional at mountain climbing, Kami looked back up as her heart raced into Mach 5. She looked around, everywhere but down, and noticed her team members descending to the cliff, waiting for her next move.

    Instinctively the first thing Kami did was remove the overly heavy chute strapped to her back. The others followed, and they watched as their parachutes drifted down into the clouds. Down into the clouds. They were up high in the atmosphere, Kami thought, very high. But that thought didn’t deter her. Ishihara’s will was stronger than any physical part of her, and that was saying quite a lot, since she was well trained in many forms of martial arts.

    Treading upwards with one foot barely balancing on a block of rock jutting out of the stone, she heaved an arm upwards onto whatever edge she could grasp. Holding onto what seemed to be a steady piece of mineral, she carefully and quickly pulled her grappling hook out of the side of the cliff and stabbing it into another part, considerably higher than the last place she put it. Slowly climbing up, she maneuvered her other leg into a stand. She breathed heavily. Not often did she stop to think, but then, she suddenly thought about the equipment strapped onto her. It was heavy. A bit too heavy for her liking.

    Just then, Kami heard a small crack underfoot. She paused to breath once more and looked down at her foot, careful not to look down into the potential fall down below. Small pebbles were dripping from the rock she so agilely put her foot on. She looked around, noticing that the other members of her team were already a few feet closer to their destination that she was. As she glanced around, Kaminari barely paid attention to the rock underfoot. The pressure applied onto the little piece of stone was too much, and a loud snap was heard before Kami went, screaming as she slid downwards.

    Soldiers and researchers alike turned their attention to their captain who was falling fast. Her hands reached out as if to grab an invisible safety rope, when suddenly a huge force caused Kami to jerk back up. The thick rope attached to the safety harness that was strapped onto her belly had recoiled, but the rope and the grappling hook that had been stabbed into the side of the cliff could not hold the weight of a fully grown adult woman with all kinds of heavy gear on her body. The grappling hook came tumbling from the cliff with her, but the only difference was that the rope wasn't screaming for its life.
     
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    To Kami’s surprise, she landed on almost flat ground almost a few feet from where she started falling. White tufts of snow exploded from the icy surface, revealing the rocky ledge underneath. She didn’t have enough time to catch her breath, though. She bounced further back and was soon rolling across a diagonal surface. Not knowing what to do, she wondered what it was like to die. Sparkles, angels, or even a white light. She tumbled and rolled. Her entire life flashed upon her, and she realized that she needed to live on to continue what she left. Glancing around, she had a glimpse of her grappling hook that was falling along with her. Reaching out, she grabbed it grappling hook and smashed it into the rock. Her fall was cut short as the rope tied to her waist straightened, and she breathed heavily. Closing her eyes, she thought of what was just a close encounter with death. Her body was shaking, and it wasn’t because of the cold winds encircling her. She stalled, waiting for her heart to go back into a normal rate. Looking upwards, one of her teammates, a Russian soldier by the name Petr Andronov, waved at her and gave her a thumbs up sign. Kami smiled, relieved at her luck.

    Petr had already arrived at their destination together with most of their teammates. “When they say mountain climbing is death defying, they really mean it!” Petr shouted a feeble attempt at a joke, but Kami still smiled back, and she got to the business at hand, “Could you throw me a rope!?”

    Petr nodded and him and the rest of the teammates uncoiled a bundle of rope from Petr’s belt. They threw the length of it down, and the rest of the rope was held by some of the soldiers and researchers. Kami managed to crawl up to her feet and strapped her grappling hook back onto her belt. As she grabbed the rope, the others pulled as hard as they could while stopping to get their breath. The rhythm was steady. Pull, wait, pull, wait, pull, wait and so on. With Kami’s luck, she knew that she would be up there in no time.

    Ishihara didn’t remember how long it took for them to pull her up onto the ledge. All she knew was that it took a lot of time, and that her hands were gripping to the rope so hard that her knuckles had gone white. Slowly, she finally got up. Clinging onto the edge with one hand, she gasped as she got up. Looking back down, she surely was intimidated by the sheer height of the wall she just climbed. The wind was stronger here, and she was sure to stand clear. Turning her attention to Petr, she reached out and shook hands with her teammate. “Thanks,” she said as she panted for breath.
     
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    They looked around. Nothing suspicious but the large cavern that was in front of them. “What do you think it could be?” Kami turned to Petr. Automatically, Petr took out a tracking device and switched it on. “The energy signal’s coming from the inside. It’s getting hotter.”

    Bravely, they walked towards the cavern. Kami looked into the dark cave, and then pulled out a torchlight from her belt. Switching it on, she peeked into the dark, lightless cavern. Rocks and drips of what seemed like water filled the ceiling. “Nothing suspicious. Looks like there are quite a lotta’ minerals.” Bending down, she grasped the steel-black block of rock. Smearing it onto her arm, she found black lead forming. “Uh, I’m thinking Geocronite.”

    “No way, we’re in Asia. Probably Graphite,” one of the soldiers pointed out. “Which is not suspicious in this part of the world.”

    “Lead quantities,” Kami remarked, “I take it you know about this kinda’ stuff?”

    “Hey, I used to study mineralogy, ya’ know? That’s why I was signed up on this expedition.”

    Ishihara smirked. “Sure. C’mon, let’s get going.” She walked into the cave, torch in her hand. The others followed, taking out their torches and shining it across the inside of the cavern. They walked slowly, treading into the puddles of liquid. Kami shone the light at the liquid. It was dark and murky. “Team, be careful. Don’t use any flammable things or the lead that’s in this cave will blow us up.”

    “I already got that memo when you identified it as Graphite, captain,” Petr shouted. Even though he was in a dark, small cave and was standing near to his captain, he still shouted for some reason. He looked around. The tunnels were getting narrower, and he knew that no claustrophobic human would ever want to come into the cave.
     
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    Kaminari felt like she could run through the cave the whole day. There were all kinds of minerals and all kinds of textures to feel on the walls of the cave. As they approached what seemed to be a large stone structure that had collapsed due to natural causes, Kami turned and stopped at her tracks. She lifted up a hand to hold the others back as she silently peered across a crevice through the structure. She noticed that the light that was shining from her torch through the cave was getting larger, or it wasn’t coming from the cave at all. Gasping as she could barely hold in her excitement, Ishihara crept between the stone structure, switching off her torch as she knew she had no need for it any more. “The light source will probably lead us to the energy source,” Kami declared. Petr, still holding onto the tracking device, looked up after staring at the screen for a long time. “Tracker says energy’s due east.”

    “East? Kami looked at her compass, and then at where the light seemed to come from. “That’s it. We head east.” She led them across more passageways, alleys and corridors. Whatever you wanted to call them. Finally, they arrived at something, something…

    …strange. They looked up, craning up their necks as they laid their eyes before them, where a large, throbbing and glowing yellow sphere was at. What seemed like veins were stretched across all over the outer membrane of the gigantic ball. Light filtered through what was considered a dark tint of orange. Those that haven’t quickly switched off their torches and slid them into a compartment in their belts. “I’m thinking, I’m thinking it’s not mineral. Not salt,” Kami slowly and daringly approached the giant yellow sphere. Finally Petr had switched off his tracking device and had slid it into his pocket. “Gotta’ report back to base. Should I call for a lift?”

    “You do that,” Kami said sternly, “I’ll grab a sample.” Pulling out a pair of tweezers and a glass cylinder, she slowly tried pinching the membrane. Grabbing a small portion, she was surprised that the substance, the membrane, immediately grew back on the hole. Another thing that was catching their attention was the fact that her tweezers were starting to go hot. Very hot. Quickly she put the sample into the glass cylinder, and she turned to her metal tweezers. Bent and fried into crisp at the edges, she threw them away. Even though she knew that was a waste, it was some useless tweezers anyways. “It’s like some kinda’ self-generating membrane. It’s rebuilding itself.” Turning around she fixed her eyes on one of the researchers that was almost gonna’ fix his lil’ grabby hands onto the sphere. “Don’t touch it! It’s burning hot!” Kami warned. The researcher pulled back immediately after hearing his captain’s words. “How hot?” he snapped. Just then, the two turned their attention to the meaty sample of the sphere’s membrane in the glass cylinder in Kami’s hands. It was glowing, but not like before. As it glowed, it twitched, swinging back and forth in the compact cylinder. It was getting brighter and brighter, and the glass began to glow. Brighter, brighter, until

    BOOM!

    Kami released the glass cylinder that had just exploded into a million pieces of glass from her hands. Shaking and frightened, she looked at the specimen that had landed on the ground. It turned into liquid, and was sizzling, burning and ultimately seeping into the rocks. Shattered glass was all over the ground, and Ishihara put her hand on her chest as she felt her heart pumping loud and fast. She shrugged and turned to the researcher that had just asked her a question that she had not yet replied to. “That answer your question?”
    Speechless, the researcher nodded.

    Two Black Hawk helicopters had arrived to pick them up. Hovering in the air, the pilots had high expectancy that the group of researchers and soldiers would have survived. They were a few of the best people from their line, after all. Ladder-like ropes were unrolled, flung down by airmen in the helicopters. One by one, like their primate-like ancestors, the men and women jumped on and climbed up into the safety of the hovering aircraft. Although she didn’t quite get what substances the sphere was made off of, Kami was pretty sure she didn’t want to get close to the thing. At least now she knew how powerful it was, and how hot the heat was after she took some temperature measurements at her surroundings. That was all that was needed, or wanted, from the search. It wasn’t the most challenging trip Kami ever had, but it wasn’t one that went as smoothly as some others. It was just like most field trips, with the exception of a completely alien and new substance in their research. Kami looked back one last time as she approached the open sliding-door of the helicopter at the entrance to the cave, and then leapt into the chopper.
     
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    On the other side of the world, Sam Witwicky stood in front of the mirror. His newly refurbished room wasn’t as good as he would like, but he didn’t really care. All that mattered was that he was going to a party that was totally uncalled for, yet he still needed to go, since he hadn’t seen his good buddy Miles in a long time. Last time he saw him was before he went to college, and he didn’t want to miss this opportunity for the world. It wasn’t the party Mikaela told him about. In fact, Miles was the total opposite of Trent De Marco. Miles was hugely unpopular when he was in high school, and from then onward, Sam had no relationship with him whatsoever. So now he had. Spraying cologne all over himself, Sam checked his looks in the mirror. He looked good with the ‘Strokes’ T-shirt on him. He remembered wearing it when the Decepticon Barricade interrogated him, way back when.

    Sam drove across the streets in his old and long time friend Bumblebee. Even though Sam knew that he did not need to hold the steering wheels, let alone drive at all, he didn’t want to attract any unwanted attention, even late at night when the crescent-shaped moon shone in the sky. For all he cared he could be sitting back, relaxing with his legs set on the dashboard, but Sam tried not to do it. Skidding to a halt in front of a row of battered, old and seemingly small houses, the Autobot left his engine idling. Sam hit the horn after no one appeared from the house they parked in front of, and loud trumpeting sounds erupted from the vehicle. “Sorry!” came a voice from the inside of the house. Hurriedly, Mikaela dashed out of the front door, slipping her heels on and running to the gate. She quickly jumped into Bumblebee’s front passenger seat, beside Sam, and Bumblebee hit the peddles, driving off.
     
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    Kaminari Ishihara and her team arrived quite fast considering they were in two slow moving Black Hawk helicopters. The National Military Command Center was vast, yet they had to keep in mind that they were underground. Secretary of defense John Keller waited for their arrival. Suited up in a black coat, he strode forward to the considerably less formally dressed soldiers in camouflage suits. “Ladies and gentlemen, you all will report in now. An aide will assist you in the recordings of your studies.” Keller walked off, leaving Kami and her team to an aide that had just arrived into their presence. Although how it got into the heavily guarded underground Military Command Center was unknown, the small, metal arachnid-like Decepticon skittered across the desks, catching sight of Kaminari as she walked off. It’s metal shell opened, and tiny, feathery wings made of a highly light alloy spread out. The Decepticon spy flew across the room, making its way through the crowds of technicians and sergeants. Its presence continued to be unknown as it reached Ishihara’s shirt. The Decepticon landed on, its multi-limbed body grabbing the fabric easily. Its shell closed as its wings tucked back, and its head exploded into smaller, minute listening devices.
     
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    High up in space, Soundwave crept in closer to the satellite, even though he didn’t need to, eager to find out what secrets laid behind the unknown power source. The Decepticon spy that had been unleashed by him was now very close to learning it. Soundwave’s mandibles shifted and clicked, revealing rows of metal and serrated teeth inside what seemed like an endless hole that some would call his mouth. The alien Military satellite hacker’s tentacles twitched as it flipped through channels into an unknown source. A compartment from his body opened up, revealing a radar dish that spun constantly, waiting for the Decepticon spy to report back to Soundwave.

    Sam arrived at the party with Mikaela. Immediately loud heavy-metal music boomed into their ears, and the first thing they saw as they entered Miles’ backyard was the blinding, multi-colored lights. Deterred, they turned around, ready to go back, when suddenly the music turned off and the lights were switched off. They turned around again, and the two of them realized two things. The first was that there wasn’t anyone at the party. Second, was that Miles was walking towards a large table with all kinds of pizza and pasta with a sour look on his face. Biting his lips, Sam walked over to his former school mate. “Hey, dude,” Sam chocked. His face gloomy, Miles looked up. Sam and Mikaela both realized that his eyes were red, probably from crying. With an unenthusiastic tone in his voice, Miles muttered softly, “Hi. Long time no see. Care to finish the meal?”
    “Wussup?” Sam turned his attention to all the food on the table. There was surely no way Miles or Miles’ mother would cook or buy so much food for just the three of them. Plus, Miles told Sam that he was having a party. Surely didn’t seem like one. “Invited everyone from our classes that we knew back at high school,” Miles sat on a bench and sobbed. “Thought they would come.”

    “Okay,” Sam didn’t know what it was like to have that kind of feeling, since he never did hold any party in his house ever. But still, he needed to comfort his old friend. “C’mon. We’ll have what we can, ‘kay?”

    Bothered, Miles changed the topic. “So, saw your face all over the news. What is it, bro?” Smirking, Sam turned around, remembering where he left his car. Or more importantly, where his car left him. “Bumblebee! Come out!” Sam’s words went right into the yellow and black Camaro’s mufflers that was parked in front of Miles’ house. The engine started, and the lights flickered to life. Morphing, Bumblebee quickly altered its sleek, metal vehicle form into that of a giant, tall, bipedal yellow and black killing machine. The large figure appeared from behind the hedges and strode for the first time before Miles. Sam’s old friend’s bottom jaw dropped wide open as the behemoth approached and squatted down in front of him. Even though he resisted doing this to many people, Bumblebee was thrilled enough with Miles’ look on his face that he called out one, large word.

    Boo.”

    Miles screamed like a little girl as he jumped up and down, squealing. Quickly he ran behind Sam and Mikaela for protection, his expression filled with surprise. His family dog ran out from inside the house, barking as it sensed something unwelcomed in their presence. As it approached the much larger, much more fearsome Autobot, the considerably large Bull Mastiff stopped in its tracks and cowered behind its master, its tail tucked away between its hind legs. Sam and Mikaela couldn’t hold in any longer. They exploded with laughter.
     
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    The Decepticon spy remained unnoticed in the National Military Command Center. Hanging onto Kaminari’s clothes, it’s array of devices that morphed out of its head flailed around. Kami was brought to a room that she didn’t quite know what it was. But looking around, she noticed a large table in the middle of the room. Immediately, the aide stopped in his tracks and turned around, his hands crossed. “I need you de-briefed. Chop-chop.” The insect spy crept in closer, determined to know whatever Kami would say.

    A bunch of words streamed into Soundwave’s metal skull as he received the information that the insect spy was receiving. Every word Kami said was recorded and searched in the world wide web for in his head. The radar dish contracted, Soundwave having known everything he did. His mind flickered into a myriad of info, and he registered the one most important sentence that Kami had said, “The energy is like no other, much larger than even the amount of energy that was created by the so-called Allspark that was destroyed many years ago in Mission City.” Uninterested in any other words of her speech, Soundwave gleefully transmitted the sentence across the galaxy, across, to another world.

    Far away in space, even further than where the Decepticon Soundwave had laid orbit, there was a planet close to Earth. Its surface was covered by red rocks and sand, and it was a dry place with no atmosphere whatsoever. Any human or any other oxygen dependant creature would suffocate and die if they were transported there in a matter of seconds.

    There, what remained of the Decepticon Battle Ship the Nemesis was a large, five mile long shell. An empty shell that used to contain one of the most powerful creatures known, the Fallen. Now, it held only a group of life forms, some developing, some scheming.

    Rows and rows of non-organic like eggs filled the vast and awesome walls of the Nemesis. In the main hall, a large, dark and gloomy room, life began to stir. Although not any biological life, the metal titan began to shift his position.

    Megatron looked around as he sat on the ground, admiring the countless eggs that had adhered onto the curved walls of the hall. His large, bulky metal body was scarred and battered, and his right arm was strapped onto a large tablet made of metal, with chains binding it down. There, a much smaller Decepticon was doing his handiwork. The Decepticon medic, Scalpel, morphed his right arm into somewhat of a tiny saw. As it spun, he placed a very minute and precise incision on one of the metal tendons on his leader’s injured wrist, stripping the wires and alloy inside. Sparks flew, and the Decepticon leader growled in pain. His lips curled back and his jaws tightly shut, controlling his pain. “Sorry, master,” Scalpel said, “but ze surgery muzt continue. Plus, your left arm izn’t even replaced!” Megatron sighed as he peered over his left shoulder. What was left of his left arm was nothing but sparking wires and cogs. “Just…” Megatron turned back to Scalpel and his arm, “just hurry up!”

    Bursting through the glass-filled ceiling in a blink of an eye, a second shape appeared, this one smaller than his leader. The tribal markings on him suggested years of battling for the Decepticon cause. As he approached the stain-filled metal-alloy ground, Starscream’s afterburners switched off. The broken glass from the ceiling shimmered as they dropped, crashing and splitting into the ground, splintering the area. Although a mere human would find it hurtful to have stepped on millions of pieces of shredded glass, a giant alien robotic creature would not. Immediately getting to the point, Starscream walked slowly with his enormous feet towards his leader. “Lord Megatron!” he hissed, “I bring news!”

    “What is it now, Starscream?” Megatron snarled turning his attention to his second in command. He clenched his large, metal clawed fists, unknowingly crushing the smaller Decepticon medic Scalpel. “My lord!” Scalpel struggled for his life, but his pleas for help went unnoticed by his leader. Finally squirming free, the multi-limbed Decepticon scuttled out from Megatron’s clutches.

    “Soundwave has detected a large energy source on earth!” The large, metal titan stepped closer to his leader, who was listening intently. “How large?” Megatron asked, his alloy lips curling into a grin.

    “One, that is even larger than the energy of the Allspark, my master,” Starscream bowed down, he too smiling with what would be conceived by humans as mandible-like jaws. At that time, Megatron’s grin turned into a large content smile. His bare metal teeth peered out of his jaws. “Good,” he turned to look around the walls again at the rows of eggs, “If I take that energy, it will be enough to feed the pods as I wait for the malnourished hatchlings to hatch. They will develop with so much energy, that my army will rise faster than usual. And we will take over that pathetic insect planet!”

    “So much ideas, so little time,” Starscream muttered under his breath as he smirked deviously. He turned around, his winglets fluttering and his thrusters booming into a roar. “Too bad you won’t live to see the fireworks!” Laughing under his breath, the second in command flew off through the hole in the ceiling which he had created.
     
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    On Earth, Sam sat down on the long wooden bench together with Mikaela and Miles. As Miles started to eat, his huge pet dog crawled up and snuggled its head into his lap. Miles started laughing as the Bull Mastiff started licking his face. The sight was distracting, especially since after that Miles started pouring a whole bowl of Macaroni down the poor dog’s throat. Fortunately for Miles, the mutt liked it. If not, it would most certainly pour Miles’ head down its throat. Miles stroked the dog on its chin as Sam spotted the cheese trickling from the slobbering pooch’s jaws. He turned around, avoiding a potential vomiting situation, focusing on his huge Autobot friend who had just turned into his terrestrial Camaro guise.

    “Bee, finish up thi…” A surge of electricity filled Sam Witwicky’s body all of a sudden. Convulsing, Sam dropped onto the grass-filled lawn. Static filled his mind, and his eyes turned blank. A large electric shock came over him, and Sam twitched violently on the ground. He tossed and turned, his heartbeat racing up fast. Mikaela, Miles, and even the Bull Mastiff turned their attention to the now half-dead teenager laying on the ground. As Miles stared, scared out of his life with no reaction, Mikaela dropped to her knees and held his head in his arms. “Sam! Sam!” Those words spun in the young man’s mind as he struggled to remember and look over his life. His mind turned fuzzy and cloudy, until all imagination and memory sizzled out into nothing. He slowly dropped into a deep unconsciousness.

    The white and bright light almost blinded Sam as he got up from the ground. With one of his arms shielding his eyes, he narrowed them and looked around. Appearing from the bright light, six giant, dark silhouettes strode out slowly. They walked closer and closer, and Sam stared on with unease as he recognized their outlines as vaguely familiar. Then he realized, the Primes had summoned him.

    The deceased brothers of both the Fallen, and more importantly, the Autobot leader, Optimus Prime. “Sam,” one of them spoke with a deep, loud voice that was intimidating but at the same time comforting. Obviously its outline suggested it was wearing a large crest on its head with spikes jutting out of its unnaturally long neck. “We have summoned you for only one purpose. You must remember. Remember. Remember.”

    “Remember what?” Sam was surprised that he managed to dare to speak to one of these ancient metal beings. His voice slowly turning into a hiss, the Prime called out. “Remember, the Allspark, it…” Before it could finish its sentence, the Prime, together with the other five of them, disappeared into the blanket of light. As the blinding light faded into darkness, Sam opened his eyes. Although not pleasant, Miles’ face was glaring right above his. “Hello? Earth to Sam? Earth to Sam?”

    Even though seeing Miles’ nostrils up close together with smelling his tuna breath was bad enough, the next thing he knew was that the large, slobbery and wet Bull Mastiff appeared and started drooling and licking him all over. Refreshed, to say the least, Sam got up from the grassy lawn that he had landed on and pushed the large, ugly mutt out of the way. “Sick,” Sam spitted out the dog’s saliva that had went into his mouth. Wiping his face dry with his sleeve, he turned to Mikaela, who was smiling, glad that Sam was okay. It was another one of those experiences where you didn’t know what to expect. It was hard for her to resist running over and hugging her fiancée. For one thing, he was covered in drool. “If it wasn’t for the fact that your friend’s mutt did a no-no on you, I’d hug you,” she smirked and approached him, wiping off a little bit of the saliva from his face. “Yeah? Well it’s always nice to have a compassionate friend around,” Sam muttered under his breath. Turning around to realize Bumblebee slowly morphing into his bipedal form, Sam looked into the yellow and black Autobot’s eyes. “I hate having visions, ya’ know?”

    Bumblebee could only nod understandingly.
     
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    High up in space, on the distant planet Mars, the earthly F-22 Lockheed jet looked out of place as it protruded the Decepticon Fleet Ship the Nemesis. Although normal, earthly aircrafts wouldn’t be able to fly, let alone move, in such pressure, this was not any ordinary aircraft. Covering it were alien tribal symbols engraved into what seemed like a normal metal shell. Actually, the surface of the F-22 also felt like it was made out of the normal material that normal jets of the same kind are made of. But in truth, it was made with an impenetrable and highly resistant alloy that is completely unknown and alien to human technology.

    As Starscream jettisoned from the ship, he brought with him an evil, cackling laughter, ever growing louder as he felt that his current leader couldn’t listen. Starscream was cunning and smart, deceitful and powerful, the traits of a true Decepticon warrior. Evil shrouded his mind as he thought about how great it would be to be the leader of the Decepticons. From what he knew of his master, he knew that Megatron had barely any need to fight. He had thousands of Decepticon servants awaiting helplessly to serve him. And if anyone failed him, he would dispose of them immediately. Although these thoughts had interrupted Starscream’s powerful mind before, he never ever wanted and sought for leadership. He was always serving under Megatron’s shadows, and even though he contributed more than the average Decepticon, Megatron barely treated him any different. If it weren’t for his skills in battle, he wouldn’t even be second in command of the Decepticons. But second in command wasn’t enough for him. He hungered for power. He hungered for the destruction of his current leader. He hungered for leadership amongst the Decepticons.

    Morphing into his huge yet streamline bipedal form, Starscream landed onto barren rocks, far from the Nemesis. He looked back, thinking if he were to have the large power source like Megatron said, he would transform his army and destroy even the mighty Megatron himself. But his leader would not be fooled so easily, he knew. He needed trickery, deceit. Things that Starscream had an expertise in, but first, he needed a plan. Although normally he would conjure ideas fast in his mind, he started drawing a blank. The giant robot shifted, turned, and sat down on a large piece of Martian rock.

    “Curse you Megatron,” he muttered, narrowing his eyes. Suddenly, something caught his optical receptors. His red tinted optics grew brighter as he noticed something stuck out of the rock. Getting up to check, Starscream investigated, going onto his knees as he checked out the strange item jutting out. Instantly, he recognized its shine and its flatness – it was the tip of a blade. One chipped and scarred, but a blade it was. Starscream scanned it with the laser beams that were ejected from the vents on the robot’s eyelids. Determining it to be safe in his computerized mind, he grabbed the tip of it. Quickly, it turned into a tug of war between the giant, strong alien robot and the stiff, brittle Martian rock. Finally, the blade gushed out, revealing a large and long, thin sword. From the force of it all, the Decepticon fell back, and the blade tumbled to the ground. Grabbing it and observing it, Starscream quickly realized that the weapon was ancient, and that it somewhat resembled a larger version of what the humans call the ‘katana’. Ancient symbols were carved into the sides of the blade that were similar to the tribal markings that were all over Starscream’s body. He quickly recognized that the blade belonged to one that was most possibly one of his ancestors.

    Unluckily, he was about to meet the owner of the blade.

    Without the blade’s pressure to hold it in place, the Martian rocks started cracking and splitting. Although gravity at the Red planet was at a minimum, the slabs of minerals and salt creaked and fell into a crevice. Unfortunately, Starscream found himself at the mercy of such a crevice. His talons sprawling at the sides of the walls, the Decepticon second in command was dragged downwards at a somewhat fast pace. So fast, that Starscream even forgot that his afterburners existed to enable him to fly. Letting go of all hopes, he tumbled down, and down, and down, and down, until the giant bipedal metal brick smashed into the bottom. Rocks shattered as they landed on the ground and on his body as Starscream slowly but surely sat up. The pain, although not extremely excruciating, hurt quite a bit, even for a large life form such as himself.

    Craning his head up, he realized that the pit he had just fell into was quite deep. Then all of a sudden he remembered about his afterburners. Looking back to observe if any damage was done to them, he unwittingly set his gaze onto a huge skull-like face embedded in the ground. Its structure was similar to that of a human’s skull, except that it was made out of the same highly resistant alloy that Starscream was made off. Jumping up in fright, Starscream got up and observed it. The face’s expression was easily readable. Its jaws wide open as if it was screaming, and its eyes narrowed into ones of depression. What else that was noticeable was that it had a helmet, similar to that of what humans would call in their cultures a Samurai helmet, except that this was bigger and was meant to fit that humungous, lifeless cranium. Parts of the deceased creature laid scattered, buried in the sand. Unsure of the situation, Starscream bent down and scanned the face.

    The answer he got from his input computer system was frightening – it wasn’t dead.

    Remaining silent, ideas started flooding Starscream’s mind. Suddenly he thought about using the ancient being to bring destruction to Megatron. Suddenly, it all became clear. He just needed to reactivate the silent being. Unafraid anymore, Starscream’s mandibles curled into a recognizably sly grin as he lifted his right arm, morphing it into a weird device. Normally reactivating such unmoving beings would be the job for Scalpel, but in this case, Scalpel could not be counted on. Plus, Starscream was one of the few back on Cybertron who actually studied about robot medicine and engineering. In fact, he was in the same class as Autobot Ratchet. Whatever he was going to do, he was going to do it quick. As the device came closer towards the metal skull, sparks started to fly from both. Slowly, a chain reaction ensued, and electricity filled the cranium of the unknown being. More sparks flew, until finally, Starscream stabbed the device straight into the skull’s forehead. A large energy pulse was created, and Starscream pulled back quickly. Morphing the device back into his arm, it quickly became clear that he actually half-wanted it to be resurrected. Instead, the other half of him actually wanted that thing to be unmoving. But all was too late, and Starscream glared at the skull, his spark throbbing faster than usual.

    Suddenly, quickly, the endless pits of darkness that represented the eyes on the decapitated skull lit up a bright, evil green, and its jaws cracked into position. Sharp, canine-like teeth pierced through the metal lips and into view. The evil, glaring eyes shifted as it glared at Starscream.

    Although the words that came out of the decapitated head’s mouth meant nothing to Starscream, he knew that they could also mean something. He never ever stopped to think how the head could even talk with a severed vocal processor.

    “The Vector Sigma shall finally be mine!”
     
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    Starscream growled, looking slyly at the severed head. “What is it that you’re talking about!?” he asked inquisitively.

    “The Vector Sigma, a large energy source on earth. I need it! It calls out to the world days before every Solar Eclipse! It calls, hoping for the attention of the Chosen one!” the head hissed loudly.

    “Chosen one?”

    “Yes, the chosen one. Only he can destroy the Matrix of Leadership. And if he does, Vector Sigma will go with it. I cannot allow that to happen! Never!”

    Starscream stared into the green, glowing eyes of the skull before him, studying them. It came across his mind that the energy signal detected a few days ago could be what the decapitated skull was talking about. Rushing to act before even thinking properly, he blabbed out. “I think I know where it is.”

    “Tell me, tell me where it is!”

    “But first, I need something as well. I only want something simple.”

    Surprised at the Decepticon’s answer, the head stalled for a moment. Obviously, with great power unknown to Starscream, the severed head could have easily just beat him up into submission. Yet, there was something that felt quite vulnerable about being a lonely decapitated head with no body in sight. And plus, he was in a good mood, even for himself. “Maybe. But I need an army.”

    “An army?” the Decepticon second in command snarled. “I can hand over millions of hatchlings waiting to be born!”

    “That will do,” the head sighed. “What is your request?”

    Starscream smiled deviously once again, a large grin going across his metal face. “The death of my leader, Megatron!” With those words, his eyes projected a 3-D image of his leader’s body. “You will find the hatchlings where you find him. A large ship only west from here! Deal?”

    The skull smirked. “Deal.” And with that said, the head started shivering and moving. An unknown, electric-like force began to be emitted from it. Sparks started flying all over, and pieces of metal burst out from the rocks as if being pulled by a magnet. Big chunks and little chips appeared, crashing into each other as they welded back into each other. Wires slung and wrapped around other wires, whipping into place. Pistons rejoined, and joints locked in. Limbs formed, and a large mass began to become clear. What seemed like a headless, metal body rose up from the ground as parts in its body began to click and clash. Claws extended from the arms, and sharp, long spikes rose from its spine. Finally, it was done. The decapitated head looked up at its creation, and with its helmet attached to its head, it whipped out the tendons and gauges that were on the underside of it, and forming a neck, it attached to its reformed body, rejoining and forming a large bipedal being much taller and much more powerful than Starscream. Its long clawed hands reached down and picked up the long, thin katana on the ground.

    “Now, I, Bludgeon, will make my new army!”
     

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