Hey Transformers fans! Here is the second story within the "Unibrow Trilogy." I hope you enjoyed the first story, "Transformers: Insanity." If you haven't read that you may want to check that out. I hope you all enjoy the sequel to "Transformers: Insanity," "Transformers: Superficial." New parts will come out irregularly over the next few months. Enjoy! Transformers: Superficial Synopsis: After the battle in which Hummus defeated Unibrow, the Autobots Beachcomber, Prowl, and Warpath/Michael Bay are living peacefully on their adopted home of Earth. Megatron and Galvatron and their Decepticons may have departed from their violent ways, but secretly the notorious Decepticon Starscream and his allies and soldiers ready themselves to conquer Earth. Unable to get help from Cybertron, the Autobot trio will need the help of some powerful, ancient Autobots that have been stranded on Earth for ages if they are to defeat Starscream, his Pretender allies, and his legions. Part 1 It is a beautiful afternoon in rural California with a constant deluge of sunlight. A lone Highway Patrol car is parked on the side of a relatively lonely freeway that winds through some gently rolling hills. The hills are decorated with a carpet of green grass and wild flowers of various colors. A murder of crows pecks at some garbage that has accumulated on the side of the road before flying off as a few cars drive by. Many minutes pass before another car drives by the Highway Patrol car. A bright red Pagani Huayra with three human female occupants comes within view of the Highway Patrol car’s rearview mirrors. The Pagani is driving like a bullet out of a gun and going way over the speed limit. The siren is turned on as the Highway Patrol car turns onto the freeway and catches up to the speeding vehicle. The Pagani pulls to the side of the road as the Highway Patrol car follows and stops. The Highway Patrol car then transforms and is revealed to be the Autobot known as Prowl. Prowl walks up to the driver’s side of the vehicle as the driver’s window is lowered. “License and registration, please,” says Prowl. The driver is an olive-skinned young woman with long, dark hair. The two passengers look somewhat related to the driver. The driver gives her identification and paperwork to Prowl. “Ms. Kardashian, do you have any idea how fast you were going? I realize this car is a marvel of engineering by human standards, but that doesn’t give you the excuse to drive twenty miles per hour over the speed limit. It’s not worth putting other lives in danger,” says Prowl. “I’m sorry officer. I have an important business meeting to attend, so I was in a hurry,” says Kim Kardashian. “Tardiness is not an excuse for dangerous driving behavior. Since I’m not officially an officer here on Earth I can’t write you a ticket, but I am telling you that I don’t want you driving so fast again on this road. If you do, I will out speed you,” says Prowl. “Oh, I don’t know about that,” Kim whispers. “What was that?” “Oh, I was just wondering what the speed limit is here.” “It’s sixty five. By the way, Ms. Kardashian, you seem strangely unafraid. Most humans jump out of their windows when I approach them.” “Well, my family is really rich, so I’m used to all kinds of fancy gadgets.” “Okay. Well, you have a good day ma’am,” Prowl says as he lets Kim drive off. As Kim drives off in the Pagani, Prowl appears puzzled. There was something very odd about Kim Kardashian and her passengers and her car, but Prowl just can’t put his finger on it. Sooner or later he’ll have to contact Beachcomber and Warpath. A little later in the afternoon a lone military jet descends into a remote California valley. After a rough landing onto a grassy field the jet transforms into Starscream. He approaches the lone human structures in the valley: a fancy, light-colored, Spanish style mansion with separate buildings containing garages and guest accommodations. Outside of the mansion there is a pool and lounge area as well as a large garden. “This is so typical of females. Being late to my meetings? What’s wrong with everyone else in this universe? I guess not everyone can be as swift as Starscream,” the lone Seeker says to himself. He turns his head as the three Kardashian sisters walk out of the mansion and sit on some lounge chairs by the pool. “You can kiss my big ass, Starscream. I’m the royalty around here. The festivities don’t start until I arrive,” says Kim as she sips on a strange, glowing cocktail. “You’re the one who can polish my rear, Kim Kardashian. It was I who rescued you and your ungrateful sisters countless years ago from the necropolis planet of Der Zor,” says Starscream. “You helped, but it was Mindwipe who found us. Sure, he was being creepy and trying to communicate with dead Decepticons as usual, but if it wasn’t for him we would still be languishing on Der Zor instead of being the princesses of the Decepticons that we became,” Kim says. “Of course, how can I forget that it was Mindwipe who first found you? Still, since Megatron lost the Great War I am the true leader of the Decepticons, and I command respect. Next time you three must be on time,” Starscream says. “Well, it wasn’t our fault that we were late. We got pulled over for speeding, and the officer who pulled us over was none other than the Autobot Prowl,” says Kourtney. “Did he find out what you three really are? It matters not. The only Autobots on this planet are Prowl, Beachcomber, and Warpath. I, however, have armies that have been secretly arriving and hiding on this planet in recent weeks. We have not yet searched all places on Earth, but I doubt there are any more hidden Autobots that could get in our way. Earth is basically ours for the taking,” Starscream gloats. “Well, I don’t know about Prowl recognizing us or not, but I wouldn’t bet on there being no more Autobots on this planet. What about the few small patrols that went missing? I doubt the humans did that,” says Kim. “Some of my soldiers are simply incompetent. Still, despite almost getting caught, I’ll admit you do your jobs remarkably well. Kim, I want you to meet Warpath at a bar he’s going to tomorrow night. Make sure he comes back here with you. That will take care of one third of the three amigos. Some of my other troops will find Beachcomber and Prowl. Once they are defeated there will be nobody to stop the Decepticons from taking over this planet. The citizens of Earth will shake in fear at the visage of the greatest Decepticon leader of all time. Then the rebuilding of our once great empire will have begun,” Screamer says. “And we Kardashians will be worshipped on Earth as we once were on Cybertron,” Kim says. Kim pours another drink in her now empty glass, and she also pours drinks in her sister’s glasses and gets a glass for Starscream, too. They toast each other and behold the evil glints in each other’s eyes. That evening, on the shore of a mangrove swamp on the Pacific Coast of southern Mexico, Beachcomber treks through the mud on the edge of the water. Every step he takes his feet sink quite deep into the mud. Still, the journey is worth it to get away from the lights of the coastal towns and cities; being this far away from civilization makes the celestial bodies easier to see through his telescope. Also, here in the mangroves he can find some birds and other wildlife he has never seen before. Wood storks and herons and pelicans are all flying home to their nests from their daily fishing trips. The sound of the waves lashing against the shore is regularly interrupted by the sound of beating wings and the bird’s calls to one another. A family of coatis forages through the dim light under the mangroves with their ringed tails pointing up. The adults nibble on some unfortunate fiddler crabs while the youngsters playfully chase each other. The sight of the young coatis playing brings a smile to Beachcomber’s face. As the birds are settled for the night and the coatis retreat inland, a troop of spider monkeys leaps through the trees. Most of them are in a rush, but one of them stops and peers through the foliage to look at Beachcomber for a minute before running off to be with his troop. Beachcomber can’t tell what the monkey is thinking, but he can’t help but think how similar the monkey looks to a human. Humans and Cybertronians may be worlds apart in many ways, but they are not so different in other ways. Perhaps the same is true of Cybertronians and monkeys? Either way, it annoys Beachcomber to no end how both Cybertronians and humans do not fully appreciate the other living things that share this universe with them. Still it could be worse. At least Unibrow was defeated, and the Great War is long over, and the violence perpetrated by the Decepticons is a distant memory for the most part. Sure, Galvatron has only recently been defeated, but his insanity has been cured, and he was no longer a threat to the universe. The evening hours pass, and more stars come out of hiding, and the sky becomes a canvas of black with a tapestry of constellations. Beachcomber pulls out his telescope and goes on a mind-blowing trip of astronomical ecstasy. He fluently remembers the Cybertronian names of the stars and planets, but remembering the human names for them is something he still has to improve on. “I have yet to see a shooting star tonight. I hope that changes soon,” Beachcomber says after scanning the skies for a while. At the corner of his eye Beachcomber spots a strange object in the sky over the Pacific. He magnifies the object with his advanced telescope lens. A strange, purple blob is floating towards the Earth. It is no spaceship or escape pod or flying Transformer, and it doesn’t look like a typical meteoroid. Whatever it is, it looks like it’s a matter of several meters across, and it looks like it will land on the Earth within a number of hours. As Beachcomber is preoccupied, he fails to notice a large, dark monstrosity with red glowing eyes stalking him from behind in the mangroves. A startled jaguar roars and runs off, which alerts Beachcomber to this new menace. Beachcomber turns around and pulls out his blaster and points it at the red eyes. “Who are you? What are you? Leave this place in peace,” says Beachcomber. The creature continues to slowly advance through the darkness of the trees toward Beachcomber despite the warning. Heavy groans and snarls emanate from the creature’s mouth. “I hate to bring harm against any living being, but I will shoot not only to protect myself, but to protect Earth and its inhabitants,” says Beachcomber. The creature almost walks into the starlight of the open mudflat, but before it does it turns around and runs off. Beachcomber is perplexed. Feeling safe once more, he turns around and notices something strange in the ocean waters. A yellow pair of large, glowing eyes is submerged about a hundred meters offshore. It is joined by an equally gigantic pair of baby blue eyes. Behind the blue eyes a curved row of spines arches out of the water. After the eyes watch Beachcomber for a minute, they both sink into the deep along with the humongous row of spines. As the spines disappear a massive tail lashes from under the surface before it also vanishes. Then all is silent. Beachcomber is not sure what just happened. Whatever these things are, he decides to get out of there. He runs as fast as he can through the swamp before he reaches a dirt road he can actually drive on. There he transforms into a blue dune buggy and heads toward the nearest town. He will have to notify Prowl and Warpath immediately of these strange occurrences.