Here's the nest fan fiction in my NASCAR series! Many interesting developments in this one! Subway Fresh Fit 500By: Bumblebee765 Unlike the previous race this one went off without a hitch for the Autobots. Denny Hamlin in the #11 grabs the win! Fortunately, no casualties… Speedstrike was standing in the courtyard-like center of the base. He enjoyed being alone in the sun and the solitude. It comforted him. The door behind him opened and Huntress walked in to join him, as she often did. The others didn’t understand why they enjoyed it. The sunlight glistened off of their armor, which had changed since their first race. The Autobots had to change their paint schemes as often as the official cars did. That experience wasn’t altogether comfortable. It didn’t cause them pain, but it was inconvenient and required some amount of effort to change the color of their armor. Prowl had it the worst; he had to change not just the color, but also the shape of his armor. Speedstrike now wore red and black armor, as opposed to silvery gray and black. Huntress’s armor was still mostly black, but instead of orange in some places on her form she now had light blue. Huntress turned to Speedstrike and smiled gently, “Looks like I won this time!” Speedstrike returned her smile and said, “Next time I’ll beat you, that’s a promise!” “Sure, and what happens if that’s not true?” Huntress put her hands on her hips and smiled with mischief. “Let’s see… I have to stay in vehicle mode until my next mission or until after the race after next.” “Deal! You’re going to crack not being able to talk anyway!” Huntress said with a chuckle at the joke she just made. “You know what? Since we’re totally at the mercy of our drivers during the races that wouldn’t really be a test of our skill, would it? I think we may have to race without our drivers.” “Where and how?” “Well, we can always go to one of the tracks at night when nobody else is around and take a run around there, couldn’t we?” “I do like that idea… You’re on!” “Alrighty then, let’s go talk to Optimus Prime!” Both of the Autobots strode out of the room into the corridor large enough for the Autobots to pass through and into the main structure of the base. Optimus Prime was already standing in the room; the other Autobots must be elsewhere in the base. As far as Speedstrike knew none of them had been sent on a mission, and being second-in-command Optimus told him where the Autobots were going. Speedstrike walked up to his leader and said, “Prime sir, Huntress here and I wish to see which one of us is truly faster. We require your permission to go to one of the tracks tonight to test and hone our skills.” Optimus raised his hand to his chin and thought for a while. Finally he spoke, “I suppose it could not hurt. We all need our time away from the hectic atmosphere that this war has caused.” Speedstrike and Huntress looked at each other in glee. “Would you mind if some of the others accompanied you? They need to test their skills as well. You two know what your individual bodies are capable of, correct?” “Yes,” Huntress replied. “We’re able to combine with Rev, Death Track, Hardcore, and Charger if a situation that would call for such measures would arise.” “Precisely, I need you all to train in that field. You know what kind of toll combining takes on the Cybertronian body and mind. In the heat of battle the risks are even more severe, harmful, and even fatal, consequences may occur if your systems are unused to the strain of the combination. That’s why we need you six to practice; you have not used this technique in decades. Your systems may not be ready to undergo the combination under the stress of a battle. It would be disastrous to lose any Autobot…” Optimus Prime’s voice trailed off. “We understand, Prime,” the two Autobots said in unison as they saluted their leader. “It shall be a long journey to the track. We should get moving.” At Optimus’s command all the Autobots who would be participating in the training exercise transformed into their vehicle modes and drove into their respective hauler trailers, Speedstrike drove into Optimus Prime’s trailer. *** The Autobot hauler convoy traveled along back roads and highways from their base stationed in Georgia, to the track in Phoenix, Arizona. It took about as long as Optimus had expected it to, but the Autobot combiner team was still restless from their journey. They drove out of their trailers and converted into their robot modes immediately. “It feels good to stretch my legs after a long road trip!” Rev shouted. “Indeed, but let us not forget why we are here,” Optimus said in response. “Speedstrike, I shall leave you in command from this point on. I shall simply observe from the sidelines.” “Aye aye, Prime, we’ll do our best to impress you.” Speedstrike turned to look at his assembled team, who had lined up for him. Optimus walked over to the inner area of the track and turned on his truck headlights, which were located below his chest in robot mode. Speedstrike addressed his team, “Alright Autobots, as you know we have a very important guest here to observe us, so be on your best behavior! No slacking off; we have to perform our best for Prime.” “Don’t worry about us, buddy,” Death Track said to Speedstrike and he walked up to him and put his arm around the Autobot second-in-command. “We’ll perform admirably, won’t we guys?” “Of course, we want to impress our leader as much as you do,” Charger said. The other Autobots nodded in agreement. “Then let’s hit the track guys!” Speedstrike shouted, with a wink at Huntress. The Autobots all entered the track and approached the starting line. Speedstrike and Huntress were in the first row, Charger and Death Track were in the second, and Rev and Hardcore were in the third and final row. Optimus, who was standing off to the side was to one who flashed his lights twice to let the Autobots know they should start. Huntress pulled ahead of Speedstrike and the others right off the bat. Rev made a maneuver to pass Hardcore and get into the proper position to combine. Death Track had pulled ahead of Charger previously, and now Rev and he were neck in neck. Charger was only just ahead of Hardcore, and Huntress’s lead on Speedstrike was thinning. The first lap had passed. Death Track and Rev were still in the same positions, and Hardcore had passed Charger, but she was gaining ground back again. Speedstrike had chosen to go low into a turn and zipped past Huntress, who was now seconds behind him. After the third lap the racing would end and the team would practice their combination. The final lap had begun! Huntress and Speedstrike were dangerously close; side-by-side. Rev had gotten ahead of Death Track and now held the third place position. Charger had come out of nowhere to pass Hardcore and Death Track in a gutsy move to slip between the two’s vehicle modes, making their race for fourth three wide for a time. The finish line approached. Huntress and Speedstrike were still very close together. Being Spark-siblings they knew what the other was planning. There was no way there could be a definite winner. They both crossed the line in the exact same moment, followed by Rev in third, Charger in fourth, Death Track in fifth, and Hardcore in sixth. Now the action would begin. Speedstrike, on Huntress’s right, slammed into her while she did the same. They seemed to be beginning their transformation, but their mechanical plates were merging into each other instead of into individual robot modes. The mass from the back of their vehicle modes shifted forwards towards the front of the cars, which was forming a massive torso. Charger flew towards what had been the rear end of Speedstrike’s alternate mode and began the transformation process while Hardcore did the same with Huntress’s section of the torso. Their car panels slid up to add some more armor to the hips of the combiner. The rest of their alternate modes stretched, and the rears converted into large feet. Rev quickly drove ahead of the combination while sparks flew from the metal form hitting the asphalt of the track and slammed his car form into the shoulder of Speedstrike’s side. Death track did the same on Huntress’s shoulder, except that Death Track had to perform a spin and drive backwards into Huntress. Their vehicle mode plates added to the bulk of the torso and anchored the arms to it. A hand emerged out of Death Track’s grill area as those panels slide up into the forearm, and a hand came out of the rear of rev’s alternate form as those plates slid back. Sparks flew out from under the robot’s form as it flipped from its back onto its front, as it was still traveling at only slightly less than its original speed. It finally got to its feet and skidded to a halt. The colossus approached Optimus Prime, who they were now taller than. The Prime addressed the team’s combination, “Well done, Autobots! I had thought it would be far more difficult for you to do this than it proved to be. These practice sessions will have to happen more often, no matter how much pain it causes you, but for now you are free.” “Are you kidding!” the robots voice sounded like Huntress and Speedstrike speaking in unison. “We just went through that torture to form this body! We want to use it more! Let’s see what sort of punch this thing can dish out!” The combiner activated and enlarged version of Speedstrike’s buzz saw on its right hand. Its left hand reached to its back and drew a much more massive version of Huntress’s signature axe. Gatling guns also rose up from its back onto its shoulders. “Nice!” it said, admiring the weapons. “Alright, I guess we can’t do much more here. Let’s form back into our individual robot modes.” That’s exactly what the team did. The combiner laid itself onto the ground and each of the components slowly and painfully disconnected and converted from pieces of the larger robot back into the individual Cybertronians. Speedstrike walked up to Optimus and said, “Thank you, Prime, we definitely needed this exercise. We have been reminded of the pain combination causes, and this will hopefully be the first step to enduring that pain.” “Just remember to have ratchet check you all over when we arrive back at base. We don’t need any of you showing any side-effects of this fusion of Cybertronian body and mind.” “Aye aye, Prime!” The Autobots walked back to their trailers to make their way back to base, Huntress and Speedstrike hanging back from the others. “That split-Spark, eh? Guess our ‘condition’ caused us to have a tie,” Speedstrike muttered with a smirk on his face. “I wouldn’t be laughing if I were you. The bet was that you would win, not that we would tie,” a smile shone on Huntress’s face as one faded from Speedstrike’s. “You’re kidding me…” “Nope!” With that final word they walked up to the other Autobots, and Speedstrike once again wore a smile. He probably shouldn’t have been thinking about how he didn’t win at that time. Huntress always knew what he was thinking. Data File:Autobot Data File Huntress Technical Data: Strength: 10 Intelligence: 9 Speed: 9 Endurance: 10 Rank: 8 Courage: 9 Fireblast: 10 Skill: 9 Bio: Huntress is a warrior, through and through. She knows just what weapon to use and when. Not the most patient Autobot, she always gets her job done in a timely and accurate fashion. Huntress is a very unique Cybertronian. She and Speedstrike share a split-Spark. When created from the AllSpark they were of one Spark, then the one Spark split into two and two individual Autobots formed from those Sparks. The two still share some design elements; Speedstrike has some accents of Huntress’s purple coloration, and Huntress has some of Speedstrike’s original orange. At times they can practically read each other’s minds, and they are devastating on the battlefield. Speedstrike’s calculating nature paired with Huntress’s strength, along with their total understanding of each other makes them a force to be reckoned with. Huntress is a weapons specialist, with her favorite weapon being her signature axe. A true hero, whenever the battle looks bleak and unwinnable, Huntress will be there behind the smoking gun.