Sorry for such a long hiatus, but here's the next installment! Sprint All-Star Race By: Bumblebee765 Image by: tanDLC Jimmie Johnson wins segment one and the overall race! Matt Kenseth in the #17 wins the second segment, Brad Keselowsky in the #2 wins segment three, and Dale Earndhart Jr. wins the fourth segment. The Autobots make it out alright… Speedstrike walked towards the transport jet hangar from the main room. Optimus Prime had been sending out messages to any Autobots that were also displaced from Cybertron. He had been calling out using Autobot frequencies ever since they arrived on Earth, now, finally, an Autobot ship had made its way to the planet. Optimus had assigned Speedstrike to greeting the new Autobots and performing an evaluation of their traits and skills. He had duties as Second-in-Command, after all. He walked into the room and saw the new arrivals lined up waiting for him. There were five of them waiting. “Alright,” he said. “We’ll start with you.” Speedstrike pointed to a dark red Autobot with some light blue accents sparsely placed on his armor. He led him into the training area, which was empty for the day. “So, who are you?” he asked the new arrival to the Autobot base. “Perceptor, sir.” “And what’s your specialty?” Perceptor grinned slightly before he said, “Chemical weapons specialist.” “Okay, show me what you’ve got,” Speedstrike said, smiling; he knew he would be seeing something interesting. Perceptor pulled a modified sniper rifle out from his back and aimed at a training dummy. Speedstrike had expected him to shoot the dummy, but instead he shot a concentrated stream of fast acting chemical acid at it, melting it into a puddle. Speedstrike’s eyes were wide in shock. Perceptor turned to look at him and smirked before sheathing his gun. “Nice job,” Speedstrike said. “Go through the hangar and send the next Autobot in. Then proceed to see Optimus Prime in the main room; he should be there by now, but if he’s not come back to me.” Perceptor nodded and left. Speedstrike only had a few moments alone before the second Autobot walked in to join him. “Name?” he said. “Turn-Pike,” the Autobot said. His armor was primarily black with some pieces of light blue, and he had a visor down over his optics. “And what’s your position?” Speedstrike asked. “I’m just a field soldier,” Turn-Pike said. “Alright then,” Speedstrike said, gesturing to a group of training dummies. Turn-Pike drew a pair of pistols from compartments that had opened on his hips and took aim and the dummies. He shot three of them, and continued to shoot two more with the pistol in his right hand while reloading the weapon in his left. Speedstrike clapped, clearly impressed, “Nice job! You’ll do fine against the Decepticons here on Earth! On your way out go through the hangar and send the next Autobot through, then proceed into the main room to meet with Optimus Prime. Turn-Pike left, and again it was only a moment of time before the next new arrival strode into the room. Before Speedstrike could turn around she said, “Guess it’s my turn then?” “Yeah…” Speedstrike replied, slightly lost in thought. He turned around and saw her walking towards him. “Name?” “Blaze,” she said brusquely. “And your position?” “Back on Cybertron I was a brute soldier. Whenever and area seemed a bit too full of Decepticons they’d send four or five of us in to better the odds in our favor,” she smirked when she finished talking. “Okay then,” he pointed to some of the training dummies in the room, but unlike most of the other Autobots Blaze aimed for the targets that hung from the ceiling with a cannon that had converted out of her right arm. She shot at them, and when the projectile that came out of her cannon hit one the electronics holding to the roof failed and it fell to the ground. She turned around and answered Speedstrike’s curious expression, “Stun gun. I designed it early in the war.” “Alright,” Speedstrike said, looking at the target on the ground. She would be a valuable support position in the Autobot forces. He turned to her and said, “Okay, that’s you done. Send in the next Autobot, and then proceed to meet with Optimus Prime.” Blaze saluted and exited the room. Shortly after she had left another Autobot entered the room. She was taller than the other Autobots, and had tan colored armor covering her lean frame. “Do I know you?” Speedstrike asked curiously. “Yep, I was on your team in the very early days of the war,” she said with a smile. “I knew you looked familiar… Backfight, right?” “You remembered!” she said in mock surprise. “Well, show me how you’ve improved since our last meeting,” Speedstrike said, jerking his head towards the targets. Backfight drew a small rod from her hip, which converted into a spear-like weapon, with a two pronged tip. She twirled it gracefully as she strode towards one of the targets. As soon as she was close enough she stabbed the weapon into the target, and it gave off an electrical shock on contact. Next she pulled a small rifle, which had two arms that extended from either side filled with ammunition, from her back and aimed at another target, hitting a bull’s eye on her first try. Speedstrike couldn’t help but be impressed, “Nice job! I see you’re just as skilled as you were back them, probably even more so!” “Thanks,” she said simply, storing her weapons away. “On your way to the main room could you send in the next recruit, please?” “Sure thing!” Backfight said before leaving the room. Speedstrike was once again left to his thoughts for a short while. The next Autobot was going to be the last, and then he could take a break before the next mission. Maybe he’d catch up with Huntress and Death Track; he had heard that they were in the shooting range. Before he could think any more about where his day would take him, the final Autobot walked into the room. Her armor was blue, with some hints of black in certain areas. “Name?” Speedstrike said. This Autobot he was sure he had never met before. “Shocker, sir,” she replied quietly without hesitation. “Show me what you can do,” he said, gesturing to the targets for the final time. Shocker’s optics narrowed as she concentrated on the hanging target on the far side of the room. Before Speedstrike knew what to expect her armor panels were flipping all over her body; the helicopter blades on her right forearm had unfurled and were now keeping her aloft. She fired two rockets from under the wings of her Cybertronian helicopter mode at the target, and blasted it to smithereens. Next she converted back into her robot mode and ran at another target. As she was running the rotor blades on her arm opened again and began to spin, forming a deadly saw weapon. She hacked up one of the targets before turning to another one that had been on her other side. This time the blades stayed together to form a sword that sprouted from her arm, which she used to cleanly cut the target in half. Speedstrike clapped at her performance, “Impressive!” Shocker smiled sheepishly and said a quick “thanks”. “You can come with me to the main room, Optimus Prime will meet with you there,” Speedstrike said, heading for the door. Shocker kept in step behind him, and before long they were in the main room. The only occupant at the time was Optimus, who nodded at Speedstrike, signifying that his job was done. Speedstrike transformed into his stock car mode and raced to the shooting range. There he found exactly who he had expected to find; Death Track and Huntress. “Well, look who finally decided to show up!” Death Track called out. Huntress winked at her Spark-brother. Data File:Autobot Data File Perceptor Technical Data: Strength: 6 Intelligence: 10 Speed: 8 Endurance: 7 Rank: 8 Courage: 8 Fireblast: 9 Skill: 9 Bio: Before the war Perceptor was a scientist in the labs of Iacon. He created chemical weaponry for the Cybertronian Defense Military. When the CDM’s actions became “questionable” Ironhide went to Perceptor and told him to be more careful when creating new weaponry. Perceptor had never been too close to Ironhide, but he knew to trust the veteran’s judgment. When the war began Perceptor continued to create new chemical weapons, but for the Autobots instead of the CDM; although the Decepticons still had some of his work from the days when he would supply them. Perceptor’s favorite weapon is a chemical acid gun that fires bullets out of one barrel, and the barrel below that one squirts a deadly chemical that can melt Cybertronian armor. He kept the best to himself.