Transformers: Rediscovery

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    Transformers: Rediscovery​

    Introduction:

    It is currently 2011 on the third rock away from the yellow sun, on the dust ball commonly called Earth by many. Many people have lived and died on this planet to protect it and those who call it home. Many Transformers have too…

    After the mass exodus of 2007 few Transformers remained behind to protect the planet. Most humans haven’t seen or heard of a Transformer for three years now. Most of them have almost forgotten about the “Transformer Menace,” and there are some humans working feverishly to rid the planet of all of the painful scars they left behind.

    Most of the Decepticon forces as we would recognize them have retreated to the far reaches of space, after the Autobots success in the third and fourth great wars, and the defeat of Unicron. Those who have remained behind have hidden their existence using stolen technology, both Cybertronian and Earth-based. They are hidden now using the “Binaltech” technology stolen from dying Autobots and human facilities, to better hide and suppress their existence. Using additional energy suppression devices, and stolen Nebulon cloaking technologies they are now hidden well amongst all other vehicles in the road and sky.

    They aren’t the only ones. The scattered handful of Autobots currently remaining on Earth, the few stranded behind and who volunteered to stay, are currently trying their best to protect the planet and those they call friends. Using the human developed Binaltech technology they are hidden from prying eyes in new, updated, vehicle forms. After recent events they have been forced to hide in the shadows, and attack from remote locations to prevent “accidents.” The new Alternators technology has allowed the Autobots to gain the advantage of maintaining their new Earth forms, yet have their frames and shells tempered and strengthened using Cybertronian metals and minerals. They are now tougher then ever before, but will they make it against apparent insurmountable odds and the Decepticons?

    Prelude:

    The Autobots left (who haven’t been destroyed, or left for Cybertron long ago), Tracks, Swerve, Jazz, Skids, Broadblast, Grimlock, and Red Alert are currently scattered across the Earth, settling both human and Decepticon dispute and “putting out” other’s firess. There are couple more “human” Autobots that have been created using Wheeljack’s mind transfer technology with the new enhanced “Binalternators” forms using the combined Binaltech and Alternators technologies. They are Nightbird and Streetwise, both who had the minds of a terminally ill human seeking relief and refuge, and a military specialist injured in combat uploaded into their frames.

    Nightbird has the mind of a female ninja that belonged to a former covert United States group of operatives. Her mind was uploaded into the awaiting frame, pending her apparent “termination.” She was on a short list of candidates considered. Very few humans, and Autobots, know of her origins. She has some reservations about her new apparent immortality and her new vehicle form, a Honda Integra Type-R. Even though she is a highly skilled Ninja, trained by a Sensei long betrayed by his brother, she is relearning how to fight in her new “humanoid” mode.

    Streetwise had no problems being uploaded after being diagnosed with terminal cancer, and loves his new body. Being a former police detective, and previously honorably discharged from the Marines, he adds an immeasurable level of expertise and knowledge to the Autobot team. He prefers to remain undercover most of the time in vehicle form, and spend time with his new friend Skids. He is hidden well, for a police vehicle, in the new Dodge Charger police cruiser form. His outer shell allows him to assume the “skin” of the local authorities when necessary.

    Only time will tell if the new reinforcements will help the Autobots and the humans…
     
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    CHAPTER ONE -

    Somewhere in Southwestern Arizona, near the Mexico Border in a hidden base deep underground.
    Present Day.
    - The Beginning

    “Me Grimlock say, you Swerve, go check! Me still hurt after last fight. Car mode really busted! GO!”

    Someone, or something, had recently resurrected the long dead Stunticons with new Binaltech forms and additional Nebulon technology and they were causing problems everywhere they went. The current Autobots, even with the new members, were being stretched to the limits of their available resources hunting them and the other Decepticons. With the nine Autobots scattered across the globe, it was getting to be difficult to launch an effective strike. Jazz, Nightbird and Streetwise were currently in the process of hunting down Menasor’s components Motormaster, Dead End and Breakdown. Wildrider and Dragstrip had already been brought into custody by EDC forces and their new Binaltech drones.

    Grimlock was the last one to encounter them, but even with his enhanced Alternators shell and additional Earth Defense Command weaponry, he still suffered major damage. His Mustang body had taken a beating by the new re-combined Menasor, but Grimlock had managed to find a weak spot and take him down before another Casino was lost on the strip in Las Vegas, Nevada. Menasor had leveled both the Belaggio and the MGM Grand causing extensive human losses, and was heading towards another casino before Grimlock stopped him. Skids had to drive in from the hidden Washington State facility to help with Grimlock’s repairs. Red Alert and Broadblast flew in from Hiroshima, Japan were trying to manage damage control in Las Vegas with Earth Defense Command assistance, but it was hard after Grimlock had “accidentally” stepped on some humans during the assault causing almost as much damage as Menasor had. Now their existence was fully known, again, when most humans were trying to forget the Transformers and move on without them.

    To make matters worse there was an anomalous energy reading coming from the Rincon Mountains near Tucson, AZ. With Grimlock down for repairs for a couple more days, Tracks out on a well deserved “sabbatical” with his new human friend Cyril, Swerve was the only Autobot close enough to investigate. It would be a four-hour drive to get there, and it was tempting for Swerve to use one of the EDC emergency orbiting shuttles but he decided to drive.

    For the most part, the drive up the access road to the state route to Tucson was rather uneventful. He had to slam on his brakes to stop from hitting a small javelina heard, but that was the only excitement. His drive into the town was just as boring. He drove down the roads with the lightest traffic to try to avoid being seen but elicited the obligatory stares from those who did see him. Hiding the fact he was a Transformer was easy, being a highly noticeable red Corvette was an entirely different matter. His destination was up the Rincon Mountains, in an area the EDC satellites indicated was only accessible by a four-wheel drive vehicle. Unfortunately, no one at the original Binaltech facility in Nevada had the foresight to give any of the current group a four-wheel drive form. It wasn’t going to happen soon, either, because Menasor had destroyed it, exposing its existence to the world. Gone with it were the production facilities to make any more Binaltech shells, and the one-of-a-kind mind transfer machined developed by Wheeljack before his departure back to Cybertron. The EDC had other “hidden” facilities as well in other parts of the United States and world, and even on a few other planets. None of them though held the necessary production equipment.

    After a very rough ride up a dirt road, Swerve reached what looked like too most as rough rock outcropping with brush and a mesquite tree growing over it. Upon visual inspection, one couldn’t tell what was underneath. Swerve did a quick uplink with one of the EDC’s Sky Spy satellites that secretly orbited not in outer space, but glided through the ionosphere in a circular motion around the planet deftly defying gravity. At night, because of their size, one could almost see them. Occasionally one of them would fall. Swerve was doing a quick read to make sure no humans were around, or could visibly see him once transformed. The last thing the metallurgist wanted was another tabloid headline screaming “Transformer Invasion in Arizona!” His orders from both Jazz and Grimlock were to avoid detection. Yeah, he thought to himself as he investigated the area, they sent a red Corvette to big city, on its outskirts where few see a car such as me. Yeah, no one noticed.

    Swerve used his sensors and scanning equipment to look over the rock and was about to dismiss the original readings by the computers as a fluke when he did one last surface-scan. He was about to stop, transform and leave when he got a sudden energy spike off the scale on his reader. Placing his thumb on the rock, he launched a small drilling drone from it. It dug about a hundred feet into the rock before it hit something hard and metallic. Running a trace minerals scan, and a quick metallurgy analysis to determine its composition, Swerve had to check his readings twice to make sure everything was right. No, this can’t be right, we would’ve found this sooner if it were. Please, Primus, don’t let this be! Something was nagging at the scientist in Swerve, something compelling him to look deeper and harder. After another quick link up with another Sky Spy passing over Swerve deemed it safe to use one of his sonic blasting charges to dig deeper.

    His sonic blasts used a sudden simultaneous combination of inaudible (to humans) sudden ultra-high and ultra-low sounds to fracture most rocks and turn them into dust. The Cybertronian technology was being funneled through the EDC and other human organizations and was starting to appear in the mining industry as “new technology.” Swerve set the charge for five seconds, making sure no humans were around. When Swerve drove up the “road” he could tell by the feeling in his tires human rarely traversed over it. He wasn’t too concerned about being seen by a human. Covering his optics from the flying dust the rock dissolved into a cloud of fine dust. He could get a very clear view at the piece of metal that protruded from below. If Swerve had a stomach, it would’ve figuratively dropped and he would’ve – as a human – gotten sick by nerves from his discovery.

    From the rock protruded a chest plate from a Transformer, buried under the rocks for millions, possibly billions, of years possibly around the time the Earth began to from. The insignia bore resemblance to both the Autobot and Decepticon brands combined and was white in color, a stark contrast to the scratched and faded black undercoat. Swerve was so shocked from this find, he didn’t notice the sounds of the military jets about to fly over, or the sound of the Sky Spy alarm alerting him to nearby humans in the air. The EDC Sky Spies knew the Autobot was in trouble with the arrival of assault group of A-10 Warthogs from Davis Monthan Air Force base. The satellites, with their rudimentary artificial intelligence connected with their space orbiting brothers, called for help from any Autobot close enough to help Swerve.

    The satellites connected with a remote signal in the Autobot frequencies, to an old ally who had returned to his old scientific roots and was exploring Saturn’s largest moon.

    Skyfire knew an Autobot distress signal when he heard it, even if he hadn’t heard one in over ten years. Long ago the Autobots let Skyfire return to his old exploration and scientific advancements. He had flown back to Earth a few times to get outfitted with a new “Binalternators” body based off of the prototype X-33 Space Plane, and to stay in contact. His new form worked well, and stood up well to the space debris and problems with space travel. It allowed him to retain his large size, and a vast array of various weapons, but they had never been fired. On his own, he also had equipped himself with Nebulon cloaking technology and various visual stealth systems undetectable to human systems and most Transformers. He used them most of the time to avoid being bothered. He hated conflict, and loved the silence and isolation of space.

    Skyfire realized if he used a large stockpile of his energy he might be able to open a subspace gateway using his new engines large and long enough to get to Earth in time to save the Autobot in trouble, but it would almost drain him. Who knows, he might even get to see Optimus Prime’s old trailer while traveling. Quickly collecting the readings he could and as much of his equipment as possible he transformed to plane mode and opened the gateway. The semi-black hole pulled him in at tremendous speeds despite a full burst of his jets. Within seconds he opened up on the dark side of the moon flying out at maximum speed, fully cloaked. He didn’t notice behind him the large familiar rectangular shaped object with wheels floating out behind him drifting off into space.

    Back on Earth Swerve had eventually noticed the A-10s, but by the time he did they had a full visual confirmation. One of them launched a missile, which he easily destroyed with one of his own. The group of five A-10s could easily be destroyed, if it wasn’t for their fragile and liable humans onboard. Swerve thought Powerglide would’ve been envious of some of the pilots strafing maneuvers. When they came down with their cannons, Swerve would try to dodge them. He deflected another projectile using his second and last missile. Despite his strengthened outer shell and frame, the humans had finally developed some anti-Transformer rounds that could penetrate almost all Cybertronian armor. He was taking a beating, and knew if help didn’t arrive soon he’d be killed by a group of humans. How humiliating. The lead A-10 was about to make his attack run on Swerve, and he knew it would be the last one. Swerve could feel the life pouring out of him as sparks shot out of various places and various fluids, his blood, gushed out liberally from his chest and where his right leg used to be. Swerve was starting to loose consciousness when he swore a familiar boom through the sky like thunder. “Don’t worry, Skyfire is here!” Swerve felt a wave of peace come through him thinking he would join his long lost friend Skyfire in the Matrix.

    Skyfire had de-cloaked and from hidden compartments had launched some counter measures as well as some solid looking holograms of some old Russian MIG jets to throw off the A-10s. The illusions would work for a short while, until the A-10s tried to get a radar lock on thin air. Skyfire in his behemoth form did a half barrel roll, opened his cargo bay doors, launched a quick-fire recovery claw and drug Swerve in as quick as he could. Skyfire didn’t immediately recognize his “new” friend. “Skyfire, is that you?” Skyfire realized his rescue was that of his old friend and fellow scientist Swerve. “Don’t worry, little buddy, I’ll get you to some friends in no time!”

    Trying to not exceed the sound barrier, Skyfire opted to open one last subspace gateway with his remaining energy supply to get to the Binaltech facility near Mt. Rainier in Washington hoping Skids would be there to help. He opened up right on target and, despite being rudely surprised, was welcomed by the EDC personnel there. He quickly transformed while landing, holding the severely wounded Swerve before collapsing himself. Both were taken quickly inside, and the technicians quickly went to work on Swerve hoping to repair him. They had to work a bit harder to get the much larger Skyfire in, but they managed and got him plugged into an Energon Chamber they had built for him.

    Swerve kept trying to speak, but all he could get out before finally entering stasis lock was “Ancient, rocks, Tucson.” The incomprehensible blabber was ignored by most of the technicians, but one took note and silently snuck out unnoticed amongst the fever induced by the sudden arrival by an injured, and an exhausted Autobot. His cell phone was back in his locker, but the small wafer thin radio hidden in his blue and white jumpsuit was not. In the shelter of the shadows he pulled out his radio adorned with the purple brand associated now with hate and terrorism. “Agent Bartertown, come in. This is Smokescreen, come in. Agent Bartertown, come in, Agent Smokescreen has some interesting intel for you.”

    A rude sounding voice quipped and snapped back at the human through the radio, “what is it now?”

    “Sir, you may want to head down to Tucson, AZ. There appears to be something interesting there you may be interested in.”
     
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    CHAPTER TWO –

    Outside a non-descript warehouse in Kansas City, Missouri.
    Three Days later.


    Jazz’s team had fallen across almost dumb luck in their hunt for the remaining reformatted Stunticons. After silently trailing them, they found out every three months they went to a secret warehouse in Kansas City, Missouri to recharge and rest. Jazz and Streetwise had taken position to storm in and stun them at their most vulnerable then call in the latest addition to the team, Skyfire, to pick them up and haul them back to a detention cell built for them at Mt. Rainier. Nightbird, despite her new size walked with considerable stealth. She startled Jazz, when she whispered in his ear with her soft Japanese accented voice, “Jazz, let me handle this. I need the practice.”

    Jazz wasn’t sure to make of Nightbird’s proposal, and he wasn’t going to send a new “unit” in to get killed by three of the meanest Decepticons. “No, you won’t. Streetwise and I’ll go in simultaneously. They’ll never know what hit them.” And he was right. Before Jazz and Streetwise moved, they heard inside a loud scream from Dead End followed by two quick shots before silence retook the night. Jazz and Streetwise bolted in, with their guns taking immediate aim at a dark figure standing in the middle. Streetwise fired a shot, but before he could fire a second an oversized flying star was wedged in the barrel. “Boys, haven’t you learned? Sometimes it takes a woman to do a man’s work.” Nightbird in her solid black colors, almost disappeared against the dark warehouse, was standing atop a pile of three Stunticons in stasis lock with cuts and stab wounds on them in sensitive points on their frames. Jazz had underestimated his new friend, but was mad she impetuously acted without consulting him. “Thanks, Nightbird,” Jazz forced out. He was madder then a hornet, but managed to contain most of his anger.

    Streetwise just looked at her, his gun, back to her and quipped with his Texan accent with a metallic ring to it “Girl, don’t give an old guy a scare like that! I’d-a had a heart attack if I’d been human just a moment ago.” Jazz liked working with Streetwise; he had a pleasant charm about him even under the most stressful situations. Together they could almost work together as cohesively as Jazz used to be able to with some of his old friends, like Prowl or Wheeljack. Prowl had died several years ago in a mission down in Mexico. His loss caused Jazz a lot of pain and grief, then a year and a half later Wheeljack was called back to Cybertron to act as chief scientist and mechanic after Perceptor was vaporized. Working with Nightbird and Streetwise reminded him of his old friends a lot. He shared many laughs with Prowl and Wheeljack late at night, when others were on night patrol or charging. Jazz managed to crack a smile, and in his typical unique accented voice replied with a quick remark “Well, next time, Little Lady, save some for us. Taking away the fun away from us like that! You’ve gotta show me how’d you do that!”

    “Jazz, it helps if you have adaptive camouflage such as I, and sound suppressors if you want to move like I do. Ask Skids next time to outfit you with them.” They all had a good laugh when their radios went off signaling from the Sky Spies the inbound EDC pickup crew. “Show’s over boys and girls, time to leave and let the cleanup crew take the credit.”

    Jazz both had a deep respect for the EDC, and a deep resentment and distrust for them as well. He knew their intentions for the Earth were noble and honest, but he didn’t still understand what their intentions for the Autobots were. He just took their orders along with the rest of the Autobots, and did what they asked of him. The EDC didn’t object to the Autobots tending to their own business either, as long as they did their job. The EDC was a bit upset after hearing the deaths of several Autobots a few years back during a “personal liaison with undesirables”, and held the leader-at-the-time, Jazz, accountable. Jazz held himself responsible too, after losing Prowl, Windcharger, and Hound. Sideswipe eventually went back to Cybertron after Sunstreaker was killed. His parting words to Jazz were “He was my brother here, on Earth, not on Cybertron. We were close, here, at one time. I will leave him here with you when I leave. Take care of my brother, Jazz.” That was now almost two years ago. He had a holo-image in his recharge area at the Mt. Rainier base of Sideswipe and Sunstreaker together before Sideswipe was reformatted as a Binaltech. Both were smiling and standing side-by-side, as proud brothers do in boyhood photos.

    Jazz was lost in his thoughts while following Streetwise and Nightbird back to the Mt. Rainier base. All of the Autobots, including Tracks, Skids and the still damaged Grimlock and Swerve were at the Mt. Rainier base. The required human presence at the Arizona base was all that was left, and the same for the one in Hiroshima, Japan. He snapped himself back to attention after he almost trailed off the road. “Jazz, you alright?” Nightbird was ahead of him and sensed his abnormal driving. “Yeah, I’m fine, Sista. Fine.” She had a hard time believing that in his voice, but they continued to drive all night and day in their convoy back to Mt Rainier. It was always entertaining to follow behind Streetwise. He had a constant uplink with the Sky Spies who had their “eyes” over everything. They were so effective, the CIA, FBI and other government agencies were “asking” to use them to spy on other people. Both the EDC and the Autobots responded with a profound, and adamant, no.

    Every time they passed through a new county, city, municipality or anything with its own unique police department the Sky Spies would report back to Streetwise on the current “disguise” and upload it into his adaptive camouflage so he could seamlessly blend in. His constant uplink and radio communications also allowed them to “help out,” local authorities many times over.

    It was a long four-day drive due to weather and detours they had to go through. Jazz tried to play some modern music, mixed with his typical eclectic tastes in music. He’d try to “sneak” in the occasional rap song but the Japanese lady and the Texan ahead of him threatened to remove ALL of his audio equipment should he attempt to do it again each time. He thought it was funny until the last time he did it Nightbird transformed, stopped him, and pointed one of her collapsible Energon blades right at his dash where his audio equipment was. “Jazz, I wasn’t kidding. Streetwise, yes. Me, no. Do it again and you’ll be dragging that home in your trunk, got it?” Jazz stammered out a “Yes, ma’am,” before snickering while she silently transformed back to car mode and they resumed their travels. He didn’t play anymore rap, but Streetwise got back at him by playing nothing but country music on the last six hours of the trip. Nightbird couldn’t care less, as long as it wasn’t rap.

    Towards the last fifteen minutes of their drive back, Streetwise took it a bit too far and started to sing to the country song “Don’t break my heart, my achey breaky heart.” Nightbird and Jazz both transformed on the remote paved road and threatened him, politely, to stop. Immediately. He got the picture and the last few minutes of the trip were spent in silence.

    They passed through the discreetly hidden gates and detection systems, and drove through a hidden doorway in the side of the mountain. The entered a large elevator and waited the two minute ride as it went down the equivalent of 120 floors. The ride would’ve lifted any human standing on it, but the weight of the Autobots kept them firmly seated. Eventually, after going through more security they entered the main Autobot sized, but apparently not Skyfire sized, computer room. Poor Skyfire was in a corner reminiscing and sharing stories with the other Autobots and fellow EDC team mates sitting cross-legged all hunched over and his head still hit the tall red ceiling. He was about four times their height, and practically had to crawl through certain areas.

    The main room was built to remind the Autobots of the Teletran-1 computer room on the Ark, which is now long gone. The computer they used was a hybrid system, and now named Primus-1. The computer greeted Jazz, Streetwise and Nightbird, catching the attention from the rest in the corner. The seven Autobots exchanged jovial greetings and introductions for those who had not me before. Nightbird was impressed with Skyfire’s size and commented that he would make a good fighter and warrior. Her comment dulled the otherwise jovial mood for a moment before Tracks made a comment “Please, let me introduce my friend, Cyril.” From behind Tracks appeared a strange figure.

    This “human” was wearing a large patchwork leather duster that had been re-patched many times over and was a bit larger then most. This jacket was trying to hide his larger then normal size for a human. With a polite bow, in one quick gesture he removed his jacket, back-flipped and transformed! In less then a second, this “human” had transformed into a new weapon for Tracks! There were some mutterings amongst the Autobots, and it was Streetwise who spoke up. “What kind of doo-hickey or toy is that, Tracks?” Tracks appeared offended and Cyril leapt from his hand back to the floor transforming back.

    “Sorry, but I’m not a ‘doo-hicky’ or ‘toy,’ Cowboy, I’m a human based Targetmaster!”

    Jazz put his head in his hands, sighed a very human sigh and shook his head. “Great, another old gimmick rehashed.”
     
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    CHAPTER THREE –

    Binaltech Facility 010, Mt. Rainier, WA
    The next day.


    Before the Autobots could continue the next day with the briefings and debriefings of recent events they had to tend to a death amongst their ranks. Unfortunately, despite the EDC technician’s best efforts, and even assistance from Skids, Swerve couldn’t be saved. The bullets retrieved from Swerve turned out not to be U.S. developed, as originally hypothesized but Deception rounds fitted to Earth shells. They only knew one Decepticon low enough to make such a deal, Swindle, and the Autobots had thought him long dead after seeing his gray spark-less shell down in Mexico after the firefight two years ago. Swindle, as usual, apparently cheated death again.

    They proceeded with the ceremony, to honor Swerve, and his memory. Jazz was to have spoken at his service, but Tracks had surprised him when he stepped up and asked to read his eulogy.

    “Autobots, humans and friends alike, I’m honestly at a loss for words with the loss of my friend, Swerve. I’ll admit, he made both Grimlock and I mad when he’d stay behind staring into his microscope, or messing with some piece of equipment while we were off patrolling or on, um, missions.” Tracks took a human pause to figuratively catch his breath before proceeding “Now, I’ll never see my friend again. Originally, after I found out he ‘stole’ a shell I originally refused and modified it I was livid. I thought, ‘what kind of audacity does this ‘bot have messing with my stuff?’ I never wanted to like him, or be around him. After the Nevada facility was destroyed, and we were assigned to the Arizona location I was required to work with him as a team.”

    “I learned that this Autobot had a dedication not only to his work but to his friends too. He constantly tried different ways to say he was sorry, or to play tricks on me to make me laugh. Now, all of that is gone, with him. I’ll never experience the helium-tainted Energon that he could mix that would make me talk like Wheelie for a week at a time. Grimlock loved that.” Grimlock snickered a bit loosing his rigid stance for a second before resuming his position. “Swerve, there are many things I had to say to you before I left for my ‘vacation,’ now, you’ll never get hear them. I pray one day I’ll join you with Rodimus, Optimus Prime, and other leaders and friends that have long since joined the Matrix. Good-bye, Swerve.”

    With that final good-bye, Jazz brought the Autobots to attention with a farewell salute. Even Tracks’ friend Cyril joined with the salute. A twenty-one gun sendoff bid Swerve a farewell as his body was launched into space aboard a heavy-duty proton torpedo shell. Within seconds he was a star in the afternoon sky. Tracks, was the last one to leave the launch platform as he looked on skywards. Cyril and Grimlock came back to him, to see him leaning up against the wall curled up into a small ball as best as his form would allow. He kept looking up at the sky as Grimlock walked up to him, placing his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Grim, do you think we’ll find out what and who happened to Swerve?” Grimlock, despite his enhanced neurological centers and new processing facilities still retained his old Dinobot charm and vocalizations. “Tracks, we been friends two years. Me Grimlock know Swerve with our friends. I’ll personally hunt and smash those who did this to him.” They heard a what sounded like a large commotion behind them and got up to see what was going on.

    When they arrived on the scene in the main computer room, Broadblast was not so gently holding an EDC employee and some small device in the other “I caught this little hoodlum sending out a message to some ‘friends.’ I didn’t get the message in time, but I did get his little plaything.” Tracks grabbed the human away from Broadblast and attempted to interrogate him not so gently. “Who are you working for? What are you doing? What do you want?” Tracks kept shaking him until he unintentionally snapped his neck killing him. The Autobots couldn’t believe what they had seen, and neither could Cyril who was talking and being briefed by some high-ranking EDC officials about the Autobots. Tracks looked disgusted at the thing in his hands and tossed it over into a corner as he looked away from it. The body landed with a resounding splat and made a mess as it landed. Red Alert was the first one to say anything “Well, I guess he won’t be saying anything.” No one laughed at his off comment.

    Some EDC people were cleaning up the mess while Broadblast and Skids were trying to see if they could get anything out of the Decepticon radio. Broadblast though he might have the frequency pinned and could possibly track down where the last signal was sent, but the device had some sort of safety device and self-destructed. To help complicate matters even more, there were reports not only coming through the secure EDC lines but the news that some weird yellow jeep had attacked a military operation in the Rincon Mountains and left with some undisclosed item.

    The Autobots now knew Swindle was back in action, but they didn’t know who else was part of the “game.” They had some comfort in the fact the Stunticons were in permanent stasis lock ten more levels below, heavily guarded. There also were some other attacks of mysterious vehicles on human locations that reeked of the Decepticons, but the Autobots and Primus-1 couldn’t figure out who they were. For all intents and purposes from the video analysis and every other test the vehicles, a midnight black topless C6 Corvette, a Bell 430 helicopter, a military issue MD520n helicopter, were buzzing people and causing problems everywhere. To add to this were reports of a yellow jeep raiding and attacking places.

    Tracks, Nightbird, Streetwise, Red Alert, Jazz, and Grimlock were all out trying to track them down as reports came in from the Sky Spies. Skids, Broadblast stayed behind to act as backup, scientific and communication liaisons. After Blaster was reformatted as a Binaltech, a process he originally resented, he assumed the name Broadblast to signify the change. His Toyota bB vehicle mode was equipped with a plethora of audio broadcasting, receiving, and jamming equipment and by plugging into Primus-1, he could amplify his capabilities ten-fold.

    As soon as a report started coming in about a Decepticon attack, taking advantage of the Sky Spies modular design he’d make sure no outside sources would directly be seeing or hearing anything about the attack. On the ground, the other Autobots available would run ground interference. Skyfire was currently acting as the “emergency” mode of transportation getting the Autobots around the globe in minutes or hours instead of days or weeks by ground transportation.

    This carried on for a week and half, night and day. Skids and Broadblast would run communications and repairs, sometimes exchanging duties when possible. They were working hard running communications jamming when they felt the base rumble under their feet. They initially ignored it until the evacuation alarm sounded. Humans were running by the Autobots screaming and running for the evacuation vehicles. Skids and Broadblast looked at each other and said in unison, “Menasor is free!”

    Thankfully the EDC had finally realized the Autobots request, after losing some of them, for enhanced weapons. They more then delivered on their end of the deal. Not only had they developed additional weapons, such as Autobot sized photon rifles, but also additional full combat frames that most of the Autobots could combine with. They were based off of Skyfire’s new frame, were unfortunately non-transformable, but had additional weapons instead of the engine enhancements. They were developed in case a full Decepticon force decided to return to Earth. Skids, not being much of a fighter helped choreograph the evacuations while Blaster sent a mayday out and drove off to one of the four available combat units two levels down. He could feel the base shake with Mensaor’s attack and his attempt to regain his freedom.

    “Okay, Men-oh-sore, Broadblast is going to play you a new tune.” With a wicked smile on his face Broadblast climbed into one of the combat frames and powered it up. He was about to go “meet” Menasor, when Skids radioed him that all humans were safely out. “Skids you can boogey on out now, Good ‘ol BB here will take care of this new over-grown Tonka toy ruining our lovely abode.” Skids felt reluctant leaving, but knew with Blaster’s skills and the combat frame he was equally matched with Menasor when it came to fire power. Skids had Primus-1’s main core ejected into space, where it could later be recovered and installed into any of the other Binaltech computer mainframes, and sent some last minute instructions to all remaining re-supply drones and the other combat frames to evacuate as well. The EDC developed systems had rudimentary artificial intelligence, and it worked well for the Autobots.

    Skids and some of the humans were outside the mountain, waiting for Broadblast to come out with Menasor in tow. They could hear and feel the ground shake as the two combatants engaged in possible mortal combat. Within a few minutes Menasor was being thrown out through the mountainside into the ground near Skids and the humans. Skids protected them, but a piece of debris caught one human in the shoulder seriously injuring him. “Broadblast, one of the humans is hurt, I’m going to take them him and some of the others out of here. Can you handle Menasor?”

    “Sure thing, Skids, get out of here and Menasor will be down and out in no time.” Skids had transformed and the humans loaded their friend in, and he drove off as fast as he could. The rest had left in rockets for the orbiting platform, or left for the station in Arizona by ground and air.

    Little Skids and Broadblast know that their mayday signal would go unanswered by their friends. It wasn’t due to any communication errors, but they were being pinned down in a firefight of their own! They were trying to shoot down two Decepticon helicopters that managed to fly with inhuman precision and deftness. Amongst the aerial Decepticons, was an all too familiar form long thought and presumed dead, Ravage! They also had to contend with some not-too happy humans shooting at the Autobots wearing bright colored t-shirts with a logo stating “Anti-Transformer Coalition” on them acting as shields for the Decepticon attackers!

    Just when the Autobots thought things couldn’t get any worse, they were about to realize they were about to get much worse. They heard a loud rumbling above them to see a Trypticon sized transformer flying over them in what looked like a modern battleship mode gliding silently over them. All fire ceased from curiosity to see what this form would be, and on whose side. The form glided behind the Decepticon lines, transformed into a gargantuan sized transformer with a white Decepticon symbol that stood out against his black chest like a star on a night sky. This unfamiliar form raised his hands and fired a single volley destroying the cover the Autobots were seeking refuge behind. It was Grimlock, the co-commander with Jazz, who ordered the Autobot retreat. All units transformed and left heading in separate directions to try to direct fire away from their friends.

    The gargantuan form, easily 400 feet high if not more, looked down at the fleeing Autobots and took aim with his hands again. Seven missiles fired, one after the only airborne Autobot Skyfire, which he easily dodged and destroyed with a counter measure. He managed to pick up Jazz, Grimlock, Tracks, Nightbird, and Streetwise while trying to keep missiles from hitting him and dodging the various gun fire as best as he could. He was flying down to pickup Red Alert, when poor Red was hit in the chest by a volley of missiles. By the time Skyfire attempted a second flyby, he knew it was pointless to pick up Red Alert. He had been reduced into a pile of gray parts and his eyes held a dark empty glare to the dusk sky. “Jazz, where do you want me to take us?”

    Jazz couldn’t think straight. His communications with Mt. Rainier went unanswered which left him to believe it had been compromised. The same went with Arizona and Hiroshima, Japan. The Binaltech facilities there were being attacked by large groups of heavily armed humans killing the EDC personnel there, claiming they were “Transformer sympathizers.” Skyfire was heading for the protection of space when Grimlock spoke up, assuming command again. “Me Grimlock say we head for Cybertron. We need help.”

    Cyril, who was still partnered with Tracks as his Targetmaster partner spoke up. “No, I have a better idea. We head for my place, in Colorado. I have something that could possibly help us there. Skyfire, head for what is left of Autobot City.”
     

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