Transformers Rise of the Facsimile

Note: Woo-hoo 2500 views and growing. Sorry for the very delayed post of this instalment. Now that I'm Co-writing One Shall Stand, One Shall Fall my writing is divided right down the middle. but here it is, Chapter 8.

Chapter 8
Contact

A giant ball of fire appeared in the sky, it grew larger and large as it came closer and closer to the surface. By the time Caleb was able to determine that the fire ball was slowing, he could make out about a dozen smaller fire balls escorting the larger one on its approach. The sheer size of the burning lump was amazing; Caleb estimated it to be no bigger then a small city, and the heat resonating from it was blistering.

With a deafening hiss and a splash large enough to send 15 foot waves crashing against the cliff edge that Caleb and his teammates looked out from. The giant fiery orb plunged into the ocean. The water sizzled and boiled as it extinguished the massive flames from the falling vessel. The smaller orbs that were accompanying the large ship, did not plunge into the drink, they cooled all on their own and began to circle the larger vessels entry point into the water.

Caleb wasn’t a plane buff by any means, he really couldn’t tell the difference between the various aircraft, but this is what he saw: one V-22 Osprey, one Predator UAV, one F-22 Raptor with strange tribal symbols all over it, one F-18 Super Hornet, one Russian SU-37 Terminator, one F-15 Eagle, a F-14 Tomcat, an AV-8B Harrier, and what looked like a satellite hovering in the middle of them all.

As the steam from the water began to decrease in volume, three large objects roughly emerged, springing up from the murk like buoys released from beneath the surface. From the splashes came three futuristic Naval Destroyers. One was Black, one was a blue and haze gray camo, and the third was the ussual haze gray. Shortly following the ships a huge splash erupted near them revealing a massive and modernized Aircraft Carrier. It looked like nothing the US had in current commission, but its design was definitely American in origin. “There he is!” Runabout announced.
“The big boss.” Runamuck added.

The carrier was too far out to make out the commotion on its flight deck, especially with all the flying aircraft transforming and landing, but Megatron was there, rising from the central elevator in the middle of the deck. He had a make shift crutch, but still stood tall among his minions. “Lord Megatron, the incursion forces I sent ahead operated splendidly, we detect no hostilities in the general region.” Starscream reported as he landed on the deck.

“Then the accomplishment goes to them, not to you Starscream.” Megatron grumbled. “Bring them here, we need to debrief.” As Starscream collected two of his Seekers and flew off, Soundwave transformed from his satellite mode and came over to Megatron. “Soundwave, your patience here has not gone unnoticed, when my empire is established, you will be placed in charge of countless systems…”
“Lord Megatron…” Soundwave interrupted in his monotone voice. “Astrotrain has successfully destroyed the human military satellite, but went off line shortly there after.”

Megatron sighed, “And Blood-drive…?”
“Still on line, and stuck on the moons surface.” Soundwave answered.
“He can not be left unattended… retrieve him Soundwave.” Megatron ordered. With that Soundwave transformed into his satellite mode, but before he left, the wings of the satellite folded back, and the cylinder of the satellites base extended into a longer more aerodynamic cabin. Sound wave now looked more like large futuristic fighter jet. He zoomed off, flying low enough to the water to make it ripple. Building up enough speed to shoot up at a 90 degree angle and disappear into the upper stratus sphere.

Back on the Cliffs

Starscream and his most trusted Seekers, flew to the cliffs edge and levitated momentarily to greet there fellow Decepticons. “Surprisingly you ingrate’s didn’t slag up your mission.” Starscream said in his toffee-nosed tone.
“Well… we’d never compare to the legendary Seekers’ very own Starscream, Skywarp, and Thundercracker.” Runabout said sarcastically to the three mentioned Seekers before him.
“Save your sarcasm.” Thundercracker bellowed in his thunderous voice, his vocal modules had a distinctive echo that seemed to magnify his tone. “Lord Megatron demands your presence.” He added as the three began to descend so as to carry their teammates.

Before the Seekers could touch down and make contact with the Battlechargers, an explosion rang out in the air, Skywarp was hit, and the kinetic force sent him and the levitating Seekers plummeting to the choppy waters below. The vapor trail from the missile that struck them disappeared into the distant hills behind them. Caleb and the others could make out its derivation site…

Travis Air Force Base, 15 minutes earlier

Misshift was resting against a chunk of a destroyed aircraft hanger. He had teleported his large Autobot entourage and the human CHP cruisers from Monterey to Travis. He hadn’t had much time to regain his energy from the first jump, and required even more down time now. Ultra Magnus and the others were rendering aid, when his communicator chirped to life. “Bravo team, come in.”
“Go ahead Master Sergeant.” Magnus replied.
“Sector 7 has rendezvoused with Alpha Team and is inbound to Travis.” Epps reported. “We’ve also lost communication with Milstar… NASA team confirms Decepticon contact… this is it boys and girls…they should be coming soon.”

Just then the group of Autobot’s, CHP officers, and Air Force personnel that were gathered around to listen to the report, were distracted by a distant boom. It seemed as though the rumble came from the sky, and their assumptions were confirmed when a fire ball began to descend toward the west. “Negative HQ… THEY’RE HERE! I’ve got visual.” Magnus announced as he transformed and his team followed his lead and began to load up on his carrier. The CHP officers moved quickly and scrambled to their cruisers.

“Magnus, we have zero satellite up link, were gonna need you to pin point their exact location so we can direct support to you.” Epps explained.
“Roger that, you’ll here from us soon.”
“Were coming with you.” A Colonel proclaimed as he and a small contingent of Air Force members scrambled to the Hummvee’s that had survived the attack.
“Colonel Reed, if retribution is what you’re after, I cannot promise it to you…”
“Look here Mother Trucker, one way or another, were gettin’ in this fight.” The Colonel shouted to the large truck.

After a short pause, while the others completely loaded onto the carrier, Magnus agreed on the condition that Reed’s superiors’ be informed along the way. Then the group was mobilized, heading in the general bearing of the fire balls decent. “What would happen if you teleported too many times?” Cliffjumper asked Misshift as Magnus carried them down the highway.
“No…” Downshift intervened “We can’t ask him to do it again, he’s done it enough.”
“I was just wondering what would happen.” Cliffjumper snapped back defensively.

“Let’s not find out.” Magnus added. But off in the distance, the fireball disappeared over the horizon, and plumes of steam erupted from its vanishing point. “We aint gonna make it in time, now is as good a time as any to test my limits” Misshift stated, as he began to stream the neon blue lights around the convoy.
“Misshift No!” Ultra Magnus protested, but it was to late, Misshift made the massive group, along with a large chunk of the road they were cruising on, to vanish.

They materialized nearly one hundred miles away, half a mile from the coast, but they were also a good 100 feet off of the ground. As the group and the chunk of road that was teleported with them began to plummet, the Autobots quickly transformed and threw themselves from the falling carrier, each one scrambling to snatch one of the human vehicles into there arms to cushion the harsh landing.

Moans came from everyone, Autobot and human alike as they began to recover from the fall. Magnus and Misshift were the only two that didn’t transform, while the others tended to themselves and there human counter parts, Magnus transformered and checked on the lifeless Turbo Wagon that lay on its side. He flipped the blue car onto its wheels, but after getting no response from shaking and calling out to Misshift, Magnus scanned the flamboyant Autobot. “Is he ok?” Prowl asked as he banged out a dent in one of his panels. “He’s in stasis.” Magnus responded, “We’ve gotten too comfortable with his abilities, from now on we don’t encourage him to use it unless absolutely mandated.” Magnus decreed.

As the group regained its composure, Magnus, Prowl and a few of the others walked up one of the hills and peaked over its summit to spy on the emergence of the Decepticon Aircraft Carrier. They also spoted the Decepticon scouting team with there human allies on the cliff edge not to far from there position. They quickly rallied there team and formulated a plan of attack, something to bide them some time until the alpha team showed up…

Magnus launched a single long range missile from his shoulder, just as he did all the other Autobots vaulted over the hill, and transformed so they could roll out to the cliff edge and engage the enemy. Magnus’s missile struck a Seeker levitating above the cliff edge, and the explosion took out his two counterparts. When the battle chargers and there human allies turned, the saw a horde of Autobot’s racing toward them.

“Lord Megatron… we are under attack.” The Osprey Decepticon hollered as he directed all hands attention to the explosion at the cliffs. “What!” Megatron turned to see Starscream and his two seekers plummet to the waters. “General Obsidian, retrieve our warriors and hold off the enemy…” he ordered the Osprey who then gathered a few more ‘cons and flew off the deck. “Admiral… prepare to dive.” Megatron ordered, though no one stood nearby to acknowledge him.

As the Autobots zoomed closer and closer, Runabout and Runamuck armed themselves and readied for battle, Caleb did the same, but knew he wouldn’t fair well in a close encounter with his huge adversaries. Prowl, Downshift, and Cliffjumper were the fastest of the Autobots and reached the cliff edge first. They swerved and weaved to avoid the enemies on coming fire, but they instantly adjusted there tactics when the human boy stepped forward and aimed his weapon.

Though they’ve seen the destructive force of his weapon before, they didn’t decrease there speed. When the boy squeezed the trigger and the giant stream of energy shot out from his considerably tiny gun, the on coming Autobots immediately did a rolling transformation, and flipped over the bolt, landing themselves face to face with the small group.

Runabout made ready to fire his death crystal at the Autobots, but Prowl was quicker on his feet and he knocked away the barrel of the blaster just as Runabout fired. The green crystal soared into the air and would have surely caused massive devastation upon impact if it wasn’t for the laser beam of Honeys crossbow. She was half a mile away, with Ultra Magnus and the humans, but her sharp shooting skills never shined so brightly.

Prowl then disarmed Runabout and the two began a complex dance, trading intricate martial arts strikes, parries, and evasions… the two had unfinished bussniess from there encounter the day before. Meanwhile, Downshift engaged Runamuck and Cliffjumper dove off the side of the cliff. Starscream and Thundercracker had just fished Skywarp out of the water, he was on line, but banged up pretty bad and unable to fly in Robot mode.

Just when they began to fly back up the cliff, Skywarp was plowed out of Starscream and Thundercrackers grasp by Cliffjumpers diving kick. As Skywarp free-falled back into the white crested waters below, Cliffjumper held onto Thundercracker and delivered a massive kick to Starscreams head, he then swung off of Thundercracker, kicked off the rock wall, and tackled the Seeker sending them into the water as well.

While Prowl and Runabout fought, Downshift tried to take on Runamuck, but kept getting distracted by gun fire from Sandra, her bullets couldn’t do much damage at the distance she was shooting from, but her distractions kept giving Runamuck the upper hand in the battle, that is until all combatants were alerted by a tiny pop of sparks that went off between them. When Honey shot the death crystal, it shattered into small shards that were raining down on the group now.

As the shards popped and stung the fairings of the ‘Bot’s and ‘Con’s Downshift realized the damage would be much worse for the humans. He instinctively dove over them, shielding them from the tiny explosions. The Cliff edge lit up like the forth of July. Prowl and Runabout disengaged each other to shield themselves from the downpour of miniature, volatile gems. But when the dazzling rain subsided, all damage incurred was superficial, and Prowl and Runabout were able to pick up right where they had left off.

When Downshift lifted himself off of the humans, both he and Caleb jumped in shock. Sandra had changed, the horizontal scar across her forehead was wide open, and in it was another set of eyes. Caleb stumbled away from her, but backed right into Runamucks leg. “It’s alright kid, you were gonna find out sooner or later.” Runamuck tried say in a soothing tone.

The familiar sound of a Cybertronians transformation sequence emitted from Sandra, and then her skin cracked and splintered into squares all across her body. From the cracks in her skin, steam bellowed out before all of her flesh panels began to fold and tuck away until all that remained was a very spider looking robot, definitely female, and distinctly not human.

Downshift recoiled at the transformation of the human. “A Pretender!” But while he was distracted, the Spider-Bot unfolded 3 more pairs of arms that where tucked around her abdomen, and from her eight appendages, she unleashed a massive barrage of machine gun fire Downshift. Downshift’s body stuttered at the bombardment, and he stumbled back into the midst of Prowl and Runabout’s fray. It would be Prowl and Downshift that would collide and eventually stagger over the edge of the cliff.

Chapter 9
Forces

Cliffjumper was being held with his arms behind his back by Thundercracker while Starscream used him like a punching bag. Though they were under water, they were still able to function normally. But the slugfest came to a halt when Downshift and Prowl plunged into the water. They were instantly alerted to the presence of the Decepticons. They scuttled to come to Cliffjumpers assist, and an underwater brawl ensued.

Top Side

Caleb coward away from Sandra, he couldn’t believe that she wasn’t human; she was a Cybertronian, a frightening looking creature at that. “Relax kid.” She said as she faced him and noticed his expression. “Were on the same side, remember… I won’t eat you.” Her voice was now more shrill, and she seemed taller than before. Her body was smooth and deep maroon in color. She had long hair still, but it was one solid fairing that only looked like hair. Her eyes, all six of them, were glowing red orbs, and her womanly curves were heavily exaggerated… even when here six spare arms tucked back around here abdomen.

Caleb wouldn’t be getting any more comfortable with the situation, but he had to worry about the other state of affairs before he could dwell on this new shocker. “Incoming.” Runabout said as he fetched his crystal launcher, and made ready for the second wave of Autobots… Brawn and Hot Rod. The Autobots sped in, and transformed about a hundred yards out. As they sprinted in, Runabout took aim and fired off another crystal. This time it would be Hot Rod with his arm mounted lasers that would shoot the crystal.

The crystal exploded, filling the air with green smoke, and because the gem was so close to the ground, its shards sizzled and popped along the gravel abruptly after the detonation. With their line of sight hindered by the large puff of green smoke, Runabout was oblivious to the incoming hay-maker of Brawn.

Brawn was known for being one of the strongest Autobots. It was documented in official records (prior to the war) that Brawn was capable of lifting in excess of 190,000 lbs. He now commanded this strength and funneled it on his opponent.

Brawn was thought to have been dead, during the war on Cybertron he did so much damage on the battle field, that it became the goal of many shock troopers to take him out. Ultimately it was believed by all, that Megatron himself ripped the Autobot apart limb by limb. But as the massive mechanized fist of said Autobot collided with his face… it became apparent to Runabout that the Autobot’s power house was not out of commission.

Brawn emerged from the green smoke and way-laid Runabout. The force from his punch sent Runabout flying off the cliff edge. Sandra then turned her eight machine gun appendages on Brawn, but he didn’t stutter like Downshift, instead he dropped his fist at her like a gavel. But she dodged the strike, and jumped onto his fist, then proceeded to run up his arm. Once she was on his shoulder, she held on as he thrashed around, and leaned in to bit his neck. The fangs hidden in her mouth were designed to pierce cybertronium, and download her techno-venom. Once Brawn was poisoned, she preformed an exaggerated dismount off the Autobot, while he sluggishly dropped to one of his knees.

Hot Rod was aware that Brawn needed his help, but his hands were full with Runamuck. They were fairly matched and no head way was gained on either side. They punched and kicked, and punched some more. Dropkick… spinning kick…Axe kick… right jab… left hook… hip toss…arm bar… heel drop…there melee exchange had no limit. But Brawn was growing ever so sluggish, and Hot Rod felt a pressing need to end this. “Ugh…not feeling to good bro.” Brawn announced in a lazy tone.

His conditioned wasn’t only apparent to Hot Rod; Caleb took notice of this as well. With his trusty hand gun of mass destruction in hand, Caleb slyly inched closer to the waning hulk of an Autobot and took aim. “No!” Hot Rod screamed, as he found the drive to drop Runamuck with a fancy Kung Fu strike. He then activated his exhaust ports, which repositioned themselves on the underside of his wrist while in Robot mode, and allowed a thick stream of fire to erupt from them and engulf Runamuck.

But the time spent torching his foe, allowed Caleb to get in position. Just when he was about to pull the trigger, a laser beam struck the side of the gun, and it flew out of Caleb’s hands and over the side of the cliff. “No!” Sandra screamed as she swan dived after the weapon. The shot came once again from Honey, but this time she was sharpshooting on the move. She was knelt down on the top of Ultra Magnus’ carrier, who was speeding in on the action with his Military and Police precession in full tow.

Honey joined Hot Rod in aiding Brawn, but while Magnus transformed, he spotted more airborne Decepticons inbound. “Heads up.” He called as Obsidian flew in. Obsidians robot mode had no legs; instead he was required to hover about utilizing his dual propellers that churned above his shoulders. He had no visible weapons, but the palms of his robotic claws were, in fact, proton producers. He charged them and fired off yellow orbs at the Autobot group.

The group scattered as the proton orbs showered around them. All but Caleb was in danger of getting hit. “Human…” Obsidian called down to Caleb as he extended one of his claws, and continued to fire with the other. “Come on.” Caleb peered up at the Decepticon nervously. He wasn’t afraid of the warrior, he was afraid of the leap Obsidian was asking him to make. He looked down at the gap between he and Obsidians hand, it was a good two yards, and the fall (should he miss) was dizzying.

“Boss look, in the sky.” One of the other Decepticons Obsidian brought with him called out. He looked up to discover a C-7 flying by over head, from the C-7 a number of small dots were released. As these dots grew larger and came closer to the ground it was evident they were Autobot’s parachuting in. “It’s the Alpha Team!” Magnus called out as they covered Brawn.

From the sky Ironhide, Bumble Bee, Chromia, Arcee, Rachet, the twins and Optimus Prime opened fire on the Decepticons as they touched down near Ultra Magnus’ team. Megatron watched from the flight deck of his Aircraft Carrier and knew that the Autobots numbers would surely decimate his ill prepared forces. “Sonar… take them out. Deceptions Retreat.” He hollered, his raspy voice echoing arcoss the waters. From his position flanking the massive carrier, the black futuristic naval destroyer armed his main turret and took aim on the cliff side…

Sandra folded her arms tight against her body, lowering her wind resistance so she could catch up to the falling hand gun. Once it was in her hand, she used her other hand to retrieve a grapple gun from her hip and fired it at Obsidian hovering a few hundred feet above her. The grappling hook wrapped around Obsidians lower appendage, suspending her above the choppy beach below.

By this time, the fight under the water had long since turned in the Autobots favor, and the Seekers were now on the retreat. Thundercracker found Skywarp, and flew him out of the water, with Starscream close behind. Once the Seekers were gone, Downshift transformed back into his car mode. Once in car mode he slightly transformed again… All four of his wheels folded up under his frame ala Back to the Future like, and some small fins slide out form under his doors. Cliffjumper and Prowl each grabbed onto the car as it began to ascend.

Sonar focused his turret on the actual cliff then fired a shot from his turret. The blast was a focused sonic resonance, it disturbed all sound around it and was completely invisible… it could only be traced by the turbulence of air around it. As Downshift carried his comrades out of the water, he spotted the bolt of turbulence coming straight at him, and he listed to avoid getting struck. Downshifts maneuver shook Cliffjumper’s grasp loose and he once again fell back into the water, but Sonar’s blast missed them and hit the cliff.

When Sonar’s sonic blast hit the cliff, everything went silent in the immediate area as a result of the sound distribution. But after a small delay the destructive force of this blast presented itself. The entire cliff shuddered, and then it began to crumble. A large chunk of the ground collapsed in front of Caleb, and the ground he was standing on fragmented and was on its way down when Caleb instinctively leapt into the air, and just barely covered the distance to grab Obsidians hand. Once Caleb was in hand, Obsidian secured his hold on Caleb and carried Sandra and he back toward the Carrier, his soldiers following close behind him.

Both the Alpha and Bravo team staggered back to avoid the falling with the crumbling cliff. Downshift hovered away from the avalanche, and Cliffjumper resurfaced just as the rock slide started. He vaulted from the water then made good on his name: CLIFFJUMPER. In one of the most fantastic displays of agility Cliffjumper leapt from rock to the next. He made his way up the collapsing cliff jumping and flipping up the falling rocks, avoiding getting crushed at every possible leap. “Get’r done Cliffjumper!” Downshift shouted in support as he spotted Cliffjumpers progress from a safe distance. Until all visual was lost as the dust plumed up from the smashing and crumbling rocks. When the avalanche finished, Cliffjumper flipped up from the deepened cliff edge, and rolled up to his feet right in front of the combined Autobot teams. He was covered from guidance unit to tail pipe in dust. All that retained its normal color was his glowing yellow optics. “That was fun.” He stated… dirt and dust pouring out of his mouth.

Optimus gave Cliffjumper a congratulation pat on the shoulder, kicking up more dust from Cliffjumpers panels. Then Optimus went to the edge of the freshly formed cliff, retrieved his rifle, and took aim at the carrier. The Seekers landed, followed shortly by Obsidians troop. But Optimus focused in on Megatron. The two exchanged glares, but optimus knew a shot from this distance would do little good. As he lowered his rifle a shell began to fold up over the Aircraft carriers entire flight deck. Once fully covered the four ships sunk beneath the oceans surface, and were gone just as soon as they had arrived.

I am throughly enjoying this story. A few grammtical errors here and there...oh well. I am beginning to really dislike Caleb an awful lot. Maybe Honey can accidently (on purpose) take him out some day. The fact that he did not want his robotic partner to kill humans just doesn't wash. Nice cover for Black Arachnia!

Wow, thanks for the comment. It's nice to know some people have read this, and I do apologize for the grammatic errors... it has always been my down fall. I need an editor. LOL

As for Caleb, he is very conflicted. He wants to be evil but doesnt know how to detach himself from human emotions like quilt. But dont worry, I've got some dark things in store for him. You'll either grow to love him or hate him even more.

Chapter 10
Initiation


Caleb was dropped roughly on the flight deck of the aircraft carrier, though it wasn’t the intent of Obsidian to hurt Caleb. Obsidian turned his propellers off and dragged himself away towards his troops. Caleb remained on the deck, and watched as the large Decepticon slid off. Then a trickle of water dripped on to his face, when he looked up he realized the entire deck was now shielded by a large metal shell, and from the seam where the two half shells met water was dripping off as the shell clinched together. The carrier had sealed up and dove beneath the oceans surface.

The interior of the covered flight deck was lit up by rows of florescent lights, and various Decepticons were scattered about working on projects. “Sandra” wound up her grappling gun, and restowed it in the compartment on her hip. She then strutted over to Caleb and pulled him up to his feet off of the floor. Caleb recoiled and staggered away from her, as he was still freaked out by her appearance and deception. “Good work Blackarachnia, he is a healthy looking specimen.” A large menacing voice bellowed out behind him.

Caleb turned to find the magnificent and magnificently terrifying Decepticon leader, Megatron, towering before him. “Hello boy.” Megatron greeted. He tried to sound pleasant but only amplied his disdainful tone. When Caleb said nothing, frozen in place by sheer terror, Megatron shot Blackarachnia a curious glance.
“Caleb,” she said gently as she came to his side. “Caleb I’m sorry for deceiving you. We just had to be sure you were truly ready to be with us before I could reveal this to you…”

Megatron stepped back and allowed Blackarachnia to work on the boy. It was unclear as to what reason the Decepticons wanted a human companion, but they definitely wanted him to be there voluntarily. “You’ve done so much so far… if I didn’t know better I’d say you already were a Decepticon. That is what you wanted right? …To be with us? To be one of us?”
Caleb had to admit, he never dreamt himself powerful enough to destroy an entire military installation, or to survive two battles with full fledged Autobot warriors. Yet here he was, having done just those things with little more than elevated anxiety.

“Of coarse I do.” Caleb said, standing defiantly to her as he had done so before…despite her frightening appearance now.
“Then bow down, and hail to Megatron.” She shot off to the boy.
“That won’t be necessary.” Megatron interjected. “You mustn’t think of the boy as the lowly fleshling that he use to be, he is one of us now.” Megatron stated as he approached again and struggled with his injuries to kneel down. “You have made peace with your decision to join us, haven’t you boy?”
“Of coarse Lord Megatron.” Caleb responded without hesitation or the slightest hint of fear.

Megatron let out a hearty and demonic bellow of laughter. He was thoroughly pleased with the easiness of Caleb’s conduct in his new coalition. “Welcome aboard human. Let’s get right to business.” Megatron returned to his feet and lead the group across the bay. They all loaded up on the central elevator and began to lower down into the inner workings of the carrier. “The first time I came here, it was to retrieve the all spark. But after it’s destruction it became the goal of my master to destroy this repulsive planet. Now we’ve got a new plan, we’ve discovered your planets fossil fuels can be refined into pure energon… our form of sustenance. So instead of destroying it, we will wrist control of this planet for ourselves. But taking over a planet requires resources, and well placed warriors...”

The elevator lowered into the hanger bay and the three walked into the midst of the Decepticon Command Center. Megatron lead the two over to a large pod, it was the same kind of pod the Cybertronians traveled in from space. “I have plenty of warriors here, but none of which are what I would call ‘well placed’. Now this proto-form is the panicle of Decepticon technology. Before the proto-form exits the pod, it scans the likeness of any nearby foe… in our case, an Autobot. Then using the element of surprise the cloned Autobot takes out the original then assimilates itself into the enemy’s ranks.

“Once inside, he relays information to us until the time comes to crush the enemy from within.”
“It’s a good idea.” Caleb thought aloud has he joined Megatron in admiring the pod.
“Yes and the project would have worked if it weren’t for those dolts Sideways and Demolisher. They were caught and destroyed and the first prototype was left to rot in Shanghai. That’s where you come in. Your one of them… my inside MAN. You can interact with the humans when we go to place the second prototype, keep them from alerting the Autobots until the moment of our choosing.”

When Megatron finished explaining Caleb’s role in the up coming mission, he led them away from the pod. “Its genius, but I’m a bit confused.” Caleb stated. Megatron came to a screeching halt, and all work and commotion in the Command Center ceased. Never before had anybody questioned Lord Megatron and walked away unscathed. Oblivious to the tension built up around him, Caleb explained himself further. “If Sandra…err… Black-a-whoever-she is, can turn into one of us, what you need me for?”

Megatron’s demeanor changed, he reminded himself that the boy was not Cybertronian nor would he survive Megatron’s wrath, and that his point wasn’t all that misplaced. “I have my reasons.” Megatron replied deviously. Caleb was hardly put off by Megatron’s tone, he liked it actually, and he was beginning to feel a sense of belonging. “You and I have some changes to make… and be warned, your conversion into a Facsimile is the most unpleasant.” Megatron stated casually as they continued to walk through the hanger.

“Wait, I’m not a Facsimile?”
“No boy.” Megatron responded “You don’t just call yourself a Facsimile and become one. You have to get…upgraded.”
“Upgraded…?”
“Yes, the life expectancy of an average human, especially one who deals in the affairs of Decepticons, isn’t very long. With your facsimile upgrades you will become stronger, more durable, and worthy of the honor to stand side-by-side with the mighty Decepticons.”
“Stronger?” Caleb whispered, lost in the idea of him possessing superhuman strengths.
“Much stronger.” Megatron enticed.
“And you say it will hurt?” Caleb asked with a relaxed level of concern.
“Yes” Megatron sighed.
“How long will it take?”
“A few earth hours.”
“Let’s do it.”

Later

Caleb was given the run of the ship, the majority of the Decepticons (the ones that transformed into large vehicles) couldn’t fit anywhere on the carrier besides the hanger bay and the flight deck. So the Interior of the ship was only inhabited by the smaller ‘Cons and Caleb. Caleb found the Captains Quarters and claimed them as his own. He was instructed to strip and return to the hanger bay. Having done so, Caleb felt a bit odd walking through the ships passage ways in the nude.

Though he wished he had a robe to cover up with, he felt more awkward about being comfortable around his robot companions in the nude, then actually being nude. When his lift lowered down into the hanger and Caleb rejoined Megatron and the group of ‘Cons that were gathered to over see his procedure, Blackarachnia could not refrain from staring. “I’ve studied the anatomy of these humans prior to coming here, but it looks so gross up close.” She teased as he walked by.
“Yeah, look whose talking.” Caleb fired back.
“Ignore the Predacon, she can be a bit…nasty at times. I stick by my first claim; you are indeed a healthy specimen.” Megatron said to Caleb as he led the boy toward a large tank in the corner of the hanger.

This area was very dark; a single green light provided enough illumination to see what needed to be done. “Doctor, are we ready?” Megatron hollered to the tiny Decepticon working on the Tanks terminal.
“Yes-Lord-Megatron, all-systems-are-nominal. Is-de-boy-ready-for-de-procedure?” The small crab-like doctor said in his mad-German-scientist tone of voice.
“I am.” Caleb replied with a deep breath. He then followed Scalpels orders and climbed into the open tank. The cylinder tank was empty, with a single metal chair bolted to the center. Once Caleb slid onto the cold metal chair, Scalpel strapped the boy in then quickly exited the tank. “Do it.” Megatron ordered once all was ready.

Scalpel flicked a few switches and initiated the process of Caleb’s conversion. Though the straps holding Caleb to his chair were uncomfortable, they were necessary to protect Caleb from his natural reaction to the tank suddenly filling with thick clear liquid. Once the tank was completely full, and it was obvious Caleb was holding his breath, waiting for whatever was coming next. Scalpel then activated another control, and a number of sharp probes jabbed out from the chair and pierced Caleb’s body in multiple locals.

Caleb tried to scream at the sheer pain that now devoured him, but he inadvertently began to inhale the liquid he was submerged in. As the red clouds of blood floated about his murky chamber his body began to convulse violently. Megatron looked at the boys erratic vital signs on a nearby monitor then turned to Scalpel. “What’s happening? I don’t want him broken.”
“De-hypoxic-convulsions-are-normal-in-dis-phase. He-will-loose-consciousness-before-long.”
Just as the doctor predicted, Caleb’s convulsions stopped when he passed out. Megatron and the others relaxed as now they only needed to wait for the incubation process to complete and the procedure would be done.

“While the boy stews, I will have to prep for my conversion. Did you secure what I asked of you?” Megatron said to Blackarachnia. She replied by retrieved Sandra’s P-38 and Caleb’s Dessert Eagle from her hip compartment. “Good. Make the preparations.” He commanded as he strode off.

A few hours later

Caleb was awakened by the sensation of gravity. His tank had been emptied and now he sat in the thick slime like substance that once filled the whole chamber. His chest and throat burned, and felt stiff like something was lodged in it, then he realized there was something lodged it. Somehow his straps had been undone and he fell to floor and immediately vomited the large quantities of slime that was in his throat, stomach and lunges. It was repugnant and unpleasant, but the relief his repertory system received after the fact was worth it.

He stood and flung large globes of the slime off of his naked frame, in doing so he noticed very subtle changes in his physique. His body felt heavier and solid, his Pecs were a lot larger than he remembered, as were his biceps and thighs. His stomach looked like it belonged in a magazine ad for the ab blaster 5000. But while looking at himself, he realized something else was different… his eye sight. He could make out details he had never seen before, and he found himself focusing in on minuet details like the pores of his skin and dust particles in the air.

He played with his new body by flexing his new found muscles and stared at his reflection in a shiny piece of metal a few yards away, which he effortless focused in on with his new eye sight. “Get over yourself and put some clothes on… please.” Blackarachnia said as she flung a towel at him. He used the towel to wipe the slime off as he made his way back to his room; once there he put his old clothes on (They now fit snug). While dressing, he made more new discoveries: he had a plug on each of his Palmaris Longus’ (the inner wrist); they didn’t hurt, but gave Caleb a serious case of the heebie-jeebies.

After dressing Caleb saw his own eyes in the mirror for the first time. His eyes were no longer brown, they were purple. A deep purple with a blue-ish glint, they were absolutely beautiful until he used his new “super vision” to zoom in on his reflection. Upon closer examination he discovered the purple color to his irises was from an intricate collection of metallic circuits and his pupils themselves were like small camera lens. This was the reasoning behind his super visions and the unique coloring of his eyes.


He returned to the Lab portion of the hanger, still enthralled with his improved body and found Scalpel, Megatron, and Blackarachnia standing by. He also noticed his gun, and the gun Sandra had used on separate pedestals to either side of Megatron. “…detruetestwillbewhenyoudownloadyourwillintotheboy. Discanonlyhappenwhenyouareinyouralternateform, andwecannotyetdetermineexactlyhowhewillreacttothedownload.”
“I will wait to test that feature when the time suits me…” Megatron took notice to boy walking in and quickly hushed the conversation, by drawing attention to Caleb.

“Ah, my boy, I see you have survived the procedure.”
“Yeah… how long was I out for.”
“A few earth hours. Do you like your upgrades?”
“There amazing, I can’t believe it.”
“Good, I will put you to good use now.” Megatron stated proudly.
“So what’s going on here?” Caleb asked curiously.
“I am about to go through a very special reformatting.”
“A reformat? Like when Runabout and Runamuck reformatted?”
“Indeed, now stand back young man, and watch”

On Megatrons order, Caleb fell back to Blackarachnia’s side and watched as Scalpel took a cable and plugged one end of it into the Dessert Eagle, and the other end to Megatron. “Commenceupload.” Scalpel said as he two fell back with the others. Megatron began to up load a hefty amount of data from the Dessert Eagle, as he did this, he covered his body in the same digital cocoon that Runabout and Runamuck had done the night before. He then scanned the P-38 on the nearby pedestal and began to reformat while he was still transferring data from the gun. Once all was said and done, Megatrons digital cocoon fizzled out, and he had changed.

He stood straight revealing his new boxy (GI) form, complete with a giant cannon attached to his right arm. “Yes… this matter displacement tech is amazing. Shockwave, your sacrifice is not without merit.”
“Thank you Lord Megatron” A mono-tone voice echoed from the Dessert Eagle, and then it made the familiar sound that spearheaded any Cybertronians transformation. The Gun splintered and folded, but aside from transforming it also began to grow. Yellow electricity arched from its surfaces. Eventually the hulk grew to match Megatron’s size and took on a humanoid shape. Though his head was completely devoid of a face and one of his arms had a giant gun barrel where a hand should have been, he was the physical epitome of a Decepticon, in all his threatening glory.

“As you just witnessed, the matter displacement will allow your physical material to alter not only in shape, but in size, a feature that will serve useful if you are to be wielded by a human companion.” Shockwave explained.

It then became clear to Caleb as to why Megatron wanted him. He could wield Megatron or Shockwave or both, but why him or any human for that matter? If Blackarachnia could take on the appearance of a human, why not use her, or any other Decepticon or Predacon with the same Pretender technology? He wasn’t going to repeat the question, especially if it might rob him of the opportunity to carry such power.

Things were shaping up for the large Decepticon battalion. After Megatron got comfortable with his new body he gathered his generals and key personal: Black Arachnia, Obsidian, Shockwave, Starscream, Thundercrack, Skywarp, Scalpel, Runabout, Runamuck… and Caleb. And the group went to work planning and preparing for the next phase of there invasion.

Notes From the Author

Black Arachnia Pretender: The Prentenders were used off and on throughout the transformer continuim. In my story Black Arachnia, still a member of the Predacons, has been given the "Pretender Tech" as she is best suited for infiltrating the human populace. I decided to make "the pretender tech" a sort of interchangeable mechanism.

The Mini-Cons: Like in some incarnations of the Transformers cartoon, mini-cons were used like weapons or keys to unlock extra weapons or abilities on various transformers. I have decided to do the same in my story, though they will change in-accordance with whatever transformer they decide to attach to.

Facsimile: The Facsimiles were introduced in the Transformers: Infiltration/ Transformers: Escalation comic mini-series. Facsimiles were human sleeper-cell clones Megatron had place din various politcal and militant postions. He could activate them and control at any time to do his will.

Changes in some of the characters: I've changed some of the characters a little bit to best suit my fanverse. As a communications officer, i thought Blaster would serve best as an industrial server... plus it's kind of unique. Hot Rod's car mode is very old school, It's how I've always pictured him. Prowl was originally a Nissan z280, i thought it only appropriate to return him to his roots: The z370.

I love comments and feed back. I'd love to hear from you guys.

WARNING: This chapter get’s a little slashy, but that was never the intended focus of this chapter. And due to the Twins, of course, we will be rated at PG-13 for this chapter.

Chapter 11
Faireborn
Prime and Magnus conjoined their respected teams and began to formulate a plan of action. “With the military satellite destroyed, and the communications satellite heavily damaged… we won’t be able to trace the Decepticons movements” Arcee informed.
“The Navy!” Simmons shouted, his excitement drowning out the others “We can put all submarines on red alert.”
“There is no need for theatrics” Ironhide commented, trying to reign in Agent Simmons’ over zealous attitude.
“No he’s got a point,” Sam interjected “Any submarine should be able to spot an air craft carrier moving under the water… something that big cant hide for very long.”
“I’ll have Epps put in the call to Morshower.” Lennox commented, agreeing with the others that it was a good idea.

With that Optimus, and the group, moved toward some of the other combat weary Autobot’s. “During this struggle, have any of you manage to learn anything about the Megatron’s new goals?” He asked.
“Yeah…” Brawn said as Ratchet worked on a small computer tablet that was plugged into his system, “They wanted the little human dude and the human girl… she’s….”
“It was Blackarachnia… she was using the Pretender tech to pose as a human.” Honey interrupted, she adopted a sour disposition in regards to Sandra/Blackarachnia.
“The Pretender tech…? I thought they had all but even up on that out dated technology.” Optimus pondered
“It’s not that out dated.” Sam responded. “Mikaela smashed one when we were snatched from Princeton earlier this year.”
“Awww yeah, and she used her long tongue appendage to inflect Samuel's organs with flesh eating nanites…” Leo joked.
“Shut up.” Mikaela spat at him, while Sam fought the stomach churning nausea, as he relived the experience.

“How is he?” Optimus then asked Ratchet who continued to treat Brawn.
“Fortunately we were able to act quickly. Blackarachnia’s venom instantly down loads a decomposition hydra into the victim; it will shut down the entire processor in a matter of minutes. I’ve managed to scrub Brawns system, now I’m just resetting his defense protocols and firewalls. He’ll be back to his obnoxious self in no time.”
“Thanks bro.” Brawn said to Ratchet, ignoring the ‘obnoxious’ remark.

“Whatever their here for this time around, it’s huge.” Downshift said to Optimus as he sat nearby with Cliffjumper, helping the younger ‘bot clean dirt from his servos. “Where not dealing with sparklings here, we took on Starscream, Thundercracker, and Skywarp.”
“Megatron’s second in command and his two most trusted seekers.” Optimus explained.
“Plus Obsidian was the one that rescued the boy.” Ultra Magnus added.
“Obsidian!” Optimus blurted in surprise before shooting a concerned glance to Downshift, then to Ratchet and Ironhide.

“What…what was that?” Sam asked curiously
“That didn’t look good” Simmons groaned.
“Hey no no no, don’t do that.” Lennox added
“Yeah, no secret looks like that, you can’t do that.” Sam added.
“Yeah it makes us nervous.” Leo whined.
“Alright, alright calm down.” Optimus said, trying to ease the frantic humans. “Obsidian is a formidable Decepticon General. His presence here means their force is large enough to require multiple commanding officials.” Prime explained.
“We’re dealing with the big wigs now.” Ironhide added.

A short time later

While Major Lennox and Ratchet worked on installing a short range military radio into Hot Rod, so as to extend there communications range to GITMO and the Pentagon, Optimus, Magnus, Simmons, and Ironhide brainstormed on methods to be proactive in regards to the Decepticon invasion. The last thing they wanted to do was wait for the Decepticon's to cause massive damage and casualties.

The Sherriff and CHP officers on hand spent the afternoon trying to salvage their cruisers, only a handful of which survived the fall from Misshift’s teleportation. Air Force personnel secured the area from on lookers migrating over to the battle site perimeter from the 101 highway, while the remaining Autobot's recovered from the battle. Downshift and Prowl checked all there systems for water damage, none was found. And Cliffjumper required the help from many others to get all the dirt out from under his panels, but he was now clean and fully operational.

After getting the retro fitted radio to work on Hot Rod, he telecomed General Morshower and allowed Lennox to brief the Joint Chief. Morshower reported to Admiral Morado, the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and soon after 3 submarines were dispatched from Point Loma, and Carrier Strike Groups 3 and 4 were outfitted with submarine hunters and set to dispatch within a matter of days.

“I’ve just been informed by Admiral Morado, that the NATO committee that established NEST is taking measures to strengthen our resources.”
“Finally, some good news.” Lennox said with a sigh of relief.
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Morshower responded with an annoyed look, “just keep you eyes peeled. I know you hate to play the waiting game, but that’s all we can do at the moment.”
“Right. Lennox out.” With that they ended the transmission and the large group made to mobilize.

Sector Seven was decommissioned and ultimately replaced by NEST, but with Agent Simmons’ assist in Egypt and with pressure applied from Sam, Sector Seven was re-commissioned, partially as Sam’s unofficial security force and officially as NEST public relations and media security. The three agents Sam, Simmons, and Leo had with them were dispatched with Bubble Bee to secure lodging for the group.

By nightfall a seedy highway motel was completely rented out by Sector Seven, and all human personnel were assigned rooms to rest for the night, while all Autobots parked through out the parking lot in there respective car and truck modes. While in these modes they were able to drop into a light stasis sleep. While in this light stasis, their systems were able to repair themselves a little faster and their energy reserves were afforded the time to recharge. By morning all human and Cybertronian operatives would be well rested and ready to work, should they get a full nights rest.

Sam and Mikeala obviously shared a room, and Leo and Simmons’ room conjoined there’s via a double door. Sam came out from a refreshing shower to find Mikeala and Leo enthralled in a corny Sci-Fi movie. He wasn’t expecting Leo to be in the room and quickly snatch up the nearest towel to wrap himself in. “Ew… I just saw Sam’s kibbles and bits…” Leo joked as he tossed his half eaten slice of pizza back in the box.
“Yeah well… you see this here…” Sam gestured about the shaggy motel room. “See this? This is the honey moon suite; it’s for me and my girl friend.” He strutted over to Leo and plucked both the boy and the box of pizza up and over to the door. “…no best friends allowed.” With that he slammed the door on Leo, effectively kicking him out.

“Wait, can’t I just watch… I’ll just eat my pizza and sit all quiet like.”
Mikeala chuckled at Leo’s proposition, he was a funny guy, and she loved the way he got under Sam’s skin. She grabbed Sam’s hand and pulled him onto the bed. “You just called him your best friend.” She cutely teased.
“No I didn’t.” Sam quickly responded, trying to cover his tracks.
“Yes you did…. Awww, you love me, I knew you did.” Leo’s voice came from behind the door. Sam quickly scooped up a shoe from the floor and chucked it at the door.

Leo decided to let the love birds be, and he turned to his bed. But couldn’t help catching a glimpse of Simons in his Sector Seven Jockstrap, spread eagle, and snoring loud enough to wake the neighbors. Leo gagged at the sight and bolted for the front door. In the center of the ‘U’ shaped motel, all the Autobot’s were sound asleep, instead of disturbing them, Leo walked over to a CHP Magnum, he tossed his pizza box on the hood, and posted up against the car.
“I wouldn’t let Officer Reice catch you.” A voice said behind Leo, startling him. “Only a few of their precious cruisers survived.” The man said as he grabbed the pizza from the Magnum and threw it on the hood of the Sheriffs cruiser parked next to it.

Leo recognized the man; he was one of the Sheriffs that were with the Autobot group when they arrived. He offered the sheriff a slice, and the two posted up against the cruiser. “Leo, right?” The man pondered.
“Yeah.”
“Mark Brady”
<Pleasure to meet you> Leo said in Spanish as the two shook hands.
“This stuff is pretty wild.” Mark said in a very heavy southern twang, before he shoved a large chunk of pizza in his mouth.
“What?”
Mark’s mouth was too full to answer so he waved toward the lot full of Autobots.

Leo took a moment to look over the car show: The red, blue, and orange, dropped and chromed Peterbilt and the blue with white striped freighter truck stood behind the lot of cars. A murdered out Chevy Tahoe. A tricked out baby blue station wagon, a concept car that looked like it belonged on the beach or in a sci-fi movie. A Nissan police car, a slammed and chopped old Mercury. A clean Dodge Challenger, a ‘70’s model green muscle car, a wickedly sick yellow Camero. A strange rescue vehicle, a huge black pick up truck. A pair of heavily tricked out motorcycles, one pink and one blue. And last but not least a tricked out hatch and its twin, Leo’s orange compacted partner, Mudflap.

“You know, about six months ago, I use to run an internet tabloid devoted to outing these guys. Now my job in Sector Seven is to make sure that not too much information get’s leaked out about these guys to the public.” Leo commented lightly.
“Yeah, sometimes life takes in strange directions.” The southern Sherriff stated.
“Hey you gotta real thick accent, where you from?” Leo asked off topic.
“Accent…? I aint got no dawg-gone accent.” Mark replied
“Are you serious? Yours is worse then mine, you must be from like Alabama or something.”
“Oh so ‘cause I’m white I gotta be from Alabama…” Mark teased.
“No, not ‘cause you white, ‘cause you country.”
“C’mon now, I was born in Texas but I was pretty much raised in Mexico, that’s where your folks are from right?”
“Oh that’s funny,” Leo shot back sarcastically. “I’m not Mexican I’m Puerto Rican.”
“Lemme guess… you grew up in the Bronx?”
“…well… yeah.”
“Hey there’s nothing wrong with New York, ‘cept y’all are a bunch of loud mouths over there.”
“Alright you know what, I’m gonna take my pizza and go now.” Leo said as he jokingly collected his things.

Leo was grateful for the friendship that ultimately developed between he and Sam, but whenever Mikeala was around… he often felt like a third wheel. He enjoyed his partnership with Mudflap, but nobody could tolerate prolonged exposure to either of the twins, including the twins themselves. And Simmons… he and Leo worked well together, but they didn’t necessarily enjoy each others company. This Sherriff guy seemed pretty cool, but even Leo could tell he was nervous. Just a few days ago he was a normal Sherriff in his little valley town, the next thing he knew he was running up and down the state, chasing giant killer robots. Leo didn’t mind easing Mark’s mind off the hectic state of affairs, it wasn’t like he had anybody else to hang with at the moment.

The two continued to chat and joke until the entire pizza pie was gone. They threw the empty box away and strolled over toward the vending machines near the parking lot entrance. Once there they discovered that Colonel Reed and had set his men up on watch. The Airmen where posted up in there Humvee and were blocking the entrance to the parking lot. As the Leo and Mark got closer they could hear an exchange between a woman and the watchmen. Leo and Mark stayed out of the way, retrieved a couple of sodas and quietly headed back toward the cruisers. “She probably wants to stop for the night, but cant ‘cause we got all the rooms filled.” Mark entertained.

Before the pair could crack open their soda’s and chat some more, the Humvee came from its post, with a few black H2’s in tow. As soon as the black Hummers parked, an up roar of commotion ensued as oddly uniformed men, began setting up communications equipment and began to fortify the motels perimeter. From every room, half dressed and half sleep CHP, Sherriff officers, Sector Seven Agents, Airmen, and NEST personnel poured into the lot.

A red headed woman appeared to be the ring leader of the fiasco, and it was her that Colonel Reed approached. Lennox would soon join the confusion, and turned to Colonel Reed for insight. “Commander Faireborn… she won’t tell me what outfit she’s with.” The Colonel reported.
“Sorry Colonel, your temporary assignment status voids your command authority here.” She said to the Colonel as she approached Major Lennox. “Major Lennox, I’m Commander Faireborn of the Globally Intergrated Joint Operating Entity.”
“You’re the NATO forces we were told were coming?” Lennox assumed.
“Yes, General Morshower was told that NATO was supplying you with additional resources. That is not the case. As of right now NEST is under our direct control.”

An upheaval of protest rang out amongst the masses. “Further more…” Faireborn yelled over the crowd, “any civilian and non essential personnel will be removed from this theater; all others will follow our command as per direct order from the Vice President of the Joint Chefs of Staff.” She said as she waved the official orders above her head. Sam took Mikaela’s hand tightly in his then exchanged a sincere look of concern with Major Lennox. They had been in this situation before. Before NEST had been established, it was Major Lennox’s Special Forces that stood against Sector Seven in support of Sam back in 2007. This situation was awkwardly familiar.

“You can’t do this; you can’t just snatch this away from us and tell us to go home.” Sam shouted to the Commander.
“Mr. Witwicky, you have been elected by a special committee to be the Ambassador of the Autobots, but you are not military. You and your civilian girlfriend have no business on the frontlines. All CHP officers will return to policing the highways and the Sheriffs will return to there appropriate jurisdictions.” She said to the group as she examined all of them “Sector Seven failed in its mission of quailing an Alien robot uprising and NEST is following its predecessor’s foot steps. We can’t allow your failures to carry on. WHEN ALL ELSE FAILS…WE DON’T, and so we have been called in.” She passionately announced. “Now get dressed and prepare to go home.”

Lennox examined the faces of his comrades. CHP Officer Reice and her three partners: They had never intended to get drug in as deep as they have, but they have been instrumental in the rescue efforts of both destroyed military bases. Sherriff Brady and his two partners were just as scarred now as they were the first day they joined Ultra Magnus’ forces, but to have come this far and not have been given the opportunity to see things through to the end seemed unfair. Then there was Colonel Reed and his three Airmen, they were the lucky survivors of the Decepticons attack on Travis Airforce base, if they were going to seek retribution, it might as well be under NEST supervision.

“No!” Lennox shouted as he and the others quickly huddled close together and stood defiantly against Faireborn and her men. “You tricked Morshower… if he knew what was really going on here, I’d bet he’d have a few things to say to you and Admiral Morado.”
“That’s for the higher ups to dish out, but if you disobey here, you all will be held for treason.” She then spat angrily.
“They are not disobeying,” a deep voice boomed behind Faireborn. When she and her men turned, they were met with the fantastic sight of sixteen Autobot’s transformer in simultaneously into there giant robot forms. Few had seen these magnificent beings up close and lived to tell about it, especially in these numbers. Though Faireborn was aware that she would be working with the transformers, she was visibly ill prepared for the actual sight of the marvelous machines.

“…they would rather explore other options then disband.” Optimus continued has he walked across the parking lot, purposely stepping heavy footed to make the ground tremble, while his subordinates followed close behind. “We believe in peace and unity between our kind and your gracious government. But when our treaty was made, it was under the preface of working together. Not as tools for your forces. If you disband NEST, we will provide all the Intel we can with your forces, but we will no longer offer combat support in your endeavors. Tell me, Commander Faireborn, are you ready to face the Decepticons in battle without us?”

Faireborn didn’t answer, but the defeat was evident in her eyes. “Or would you rather devise away for all our forces to come together for a common cause?” Optimus said in a much lighter tone.
“Any additional assistance in the combat theater will be beneficial, so long as all personnel adhere to the commands of the parenting unit… my unit.” She replied after collecting herself.
“That won’t be a problem.” Major Lennox snorted.
“Ok… everyone be ready to mobilize at 0130, were going to join with mobile command.” She ordered before retreating from the group to her freshly set up communications area.

Lennox, Sam, and the group of humans, huddled together after Faireborn walked away. “Alright guys were going to have to watch our P’s and Q’s. From now on, we stick together and watch each others back; these guys seem like there out to replace us.”
“Not much we can do if the Pentagon wants us broken up.” Colonel Reed expressed.
“I’ll get on the horn with Morshower, he still has some pull. If anyone can stand up to Admiral Morado… he can.” He then turned to Optimus. “You should probably telecom the guys back at GITMO; fill them in on what’s happening, if these Globally Integrated Entity guys haven’t completely taken the place over yet.”
“Good idea.” Optimus replied.
“Yeah, weez gonna have to give them a heads up.” Skids chimed in as the Autobot's began to disperse.
“Yeah, tell ‘em mean ‘ol bitch ova here trying to shake us down.” Mudflap added.

Everyone was some what refreshed after having a few hours to rest and shower, except for Mark and Leo, who at this point were struggling to keep their eyes open. The Sherriffs and CHP officers swapped their uniforms out for more comfortable cargo pants and respective company T-shirts. It was nearing 1:30 am and all teams were packed out. Lennox had spoken to Morshower, and the General ensured Lennox he would confront Admiral Morado about keeping the current NEST group intact throughout their combined operation with Faireborn’s organization. Optimus also spoke with Sideswipe who intern briefed the NEST personnel back at NEST HQ. Now it was time to roll out, as per Faireborn’s orders, the CHP and Sheriffs’ cruisers, were left behind, and there drivers now became passengers in various Autbot’s. The group then fell back to the 101 and headed back to the point of the coastal battle.

Once on the cliff edge, Faireborn lead the small army to the out look and gestured toward the water. “This will be our new base of operations.” As she said this a massive Aircraft carrier faded into view. It was outfitted with a cloaking device, and as it came into view, the group easily recognized the CVN-99. It was exactly identical to the Decepticon carrier. “Cloaking device? I didn’t realize the humans possessed such technology.” Ratchet mused.
“Ah you forget the US government has had nearly a century to reverse engineer the technology of Megatron’s frozen body. All of our technical advances were because of what we learned by studying him. Including secret technology life destroyers equipped with rail guns and cloaking devices.” Simmons stated to the group.

“General Hawk,” Faireborn spoke into a hand held radio. “I’ve got the team and we're ready for pick up.”
“Roger that Lady Jae.” A voice crackled back as a fleet of silver, futuristic, propeller-less Osprey looking aircraft, lifted off of the Carrier and headed over to the cliff to pick up the team.