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They were too late and Optimus Prime, the leader of the peaceful Autobots, would never forgive himself for it. If only...If onlys didn't matter now. Megatron, the leader of the evil Decepticons was here, on Earth. He had arrived before Optimus could stop him. He had taken over a country that Optimus learned was then called the Soviet Union. Optimus Prime and his Autobots had arrived too late. Megatron had successfully created the start of his new empire by the time they had tracked him down on Earth. Optimus could not let Megatron to do this planet what had happened to Cybertron, the home world of all Transfomers. One destroyed planet was enough for Prime. It already upset him how much this planet and its people were suffering thanks to Megatron.

"She should be here soon."

Optimus Prime told his Autobots. When they arrived on Earth, they had arrived in Nevada. A state located in the United States of America. Ironically near a town called Roswell, which in 1947 was said to have had a UFO crashed here. Optimus smirked to himself, he and his brothers in arms were definitely not little green men. The then President of the United States had a been quite shocked at their arrival but also relieved. The nations of the world had no way of fighting back against the 'Cons and their advanced Cybertronian technology, who wanted to expand their empire and deplete the world of its Engeron. The President had set up a special task force of soldiers that were to aid the Autobots in defeating the Decepticons and saving the world. To help the humans in the fight, the Autobots helped the human scientists create what was called mecha. It was giant robots constructed utilizing Cybertronian technology that allowed skilled humans to pilot to match them in combat.

The President that Optimus Prime met with to create the alliance, had retired from office, but the presidents that followed had kept up the alliance. Since America was one of the leading nations in the world, it made sense for them to work with the Autobots. To be the leading nation in the war with the Decepticons. Not everyone liked the Autobots being here, but most agreed that the Autobots were the best way to defeat the Decepticons. Prime had hoped that it would be a short war, but it hadn't turned out that way. Each battle cost lives, human and Cybertronian. The first leader of the task force, had been a seasoned general. General James Kozik had served in the United States military since he was eighteen. Rising through the ranks. He had been a good man, a smart leader, and a loyal solider. He and Optimus had shared many of the same ideals and despite being different species, they had bonded well and had become friends. A recent battle with the Decepticons in the Ukraine had cost Kozik his life, something that had saddened the Autobot leader greatly. He mourned the loss of his friend but the war was still continuing on. The President assigned a new leader to the special task force. Optimus Prime and his men were the state park to meet the new leader. Optimus didn't know much about her and wondered if she shared the same ideals as her predecessor.

This location was peaceful, Optimus thought. Bottomless Lakes State Park was located on the Pecos River. There were nine lakes and lots of natural wildlife. It was full of Energon, he thought. Not that he had would ever think of draining it for the Engeron. Actions like those had destroyed their home planet. They had to protect places like this from the Decepticons. Megatron had already destroyed places like this in Asia and Europe in his quest for domination.

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Unknown to the Autobots, their meeting with the new human leader would not be as private as they hoped. It had not escaped Megatron that Optimus and his army would be meeting with the new task force leader because of the death of the last one. Soundwave, the first Decepticon and probably the most loyal of all, was sent to spy on the Autobots. Of course, the meeting was in a state park and he would stand out, even in his satellite mode. That was okay, though. He had other ways of gathering information for his leader.

"Laserbeak, deploy. Mission, spy on Optimus Prime."

Soundwave commanded and a small metallic hawk squawked in his reply. Laserbeak flew out towards the state park. Flying high in the sky, appearing to be a hawk, like those native to the area.

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New Cybertron. A gleaming metropolis of machinery, built into a shining beacon that stood out above the primitive constructions of a disgustingly organic planet. The city was larger than anything that Earth's native population could ever have hoped to construct, filled with advanced technologies that seemed more like science fiction to a feeble biological mind. Display screens mounted upon larger buildings opened to a feed of a large metal throne, upon which was seated the leader of the ruling Decepticon faction. In front of him knelt multiple machines, three Cybertronians, and one a mechanical battle suit piloted by a Human. All of them were in heavy states of damage, barely moving, but conscious in the case of the fully mechanical beings. The mech was in a shutdown state, its pilot still locked within the cockpit.

The camera drone that surveyed the scene moved nearer to Megatron, who spoke in a tone of voice that demanded authority and the attention of all who heard it. "Denizens of my utopia, lend me your ears. As we know, the Autobots and their little rebellion have attracted the attention of humans who believe themselves above our coalition. For many years, our pristine city was without their influence, safe from their barbaric desires for misguided freedom. But today, we have captured a number of these insurgents, and put down many more." Megatron began to stand as the camera drone hovered back, his full height even more impressive than the massive throne upon which he'd been seated.

"Let us send a message to those who would try to oppose us in favor of their old ways. We will not stand idly by while they commit acts of terrorism against our people and livelihoods." The drone circled the scene, catching a view of the city's skyline, against which the kneeling machines contrasted on the balcony that they were seated on. As it hovered in front of the damaged Autobots, one of them looked up at it, as Megatron approached them from behind. The sounds of machinery shifting could be heard, and a section of mass on the Decepticon's torso extended out and to the right. He swung his arm out to meet it, and plates of metal attached themselves to his bicep and forearm, increasing the size of both. The cannon's black barrel telescoped forward, extending its reach over his forearm, and purple lines between the plates of the entire construct began to glow brightly.

"These traitors will pay for what they've done. Not only to me, but to all of you, the citizens of my glorious empire. Know that they will not go unpunished, and rest easy. For as long as you stand with me, nothing will threaten any of you." Megatron looked down at the first Cybertronian lined up, who continued to simply watch the camera drone. A purple glow could be seen within the ion cannon's barrel, as Energon charged into it and solidified into a large projectile. As soon as the shot was primed, he fired, sending the burning hot shell through the Autobot's spark chamber. Megatron raised his forearm, the cannon discharging steam from the shot into the cooler air around it. Another shell solidified inside the weapon, and he walked over to the next prisoner, firing into their torso as well. The camera droid recorded and broadcasted it all, and after the three Cybertronians had been executed, he stopped behind the mech.

"And look at this...disgusting display. A mockery of the proud Cybertronian race, built from our technologies into a pale imitation of our forms. This machine has no spark, no soul. It's barely even worth an execution." His gun barrel, aimed previously at the rear end of the mech's cockpit, was lowered and aimed away. "The insurgents say these creations are as strong as our kind. This is clear proof that they're worth less than scrap." Instead of shooting the machine, he instead kicked it, sending the inactive robot - and the human trapped within - into a free-fall of over 800 feet to the courtyard of the tower he was near the top of. "Let this be an inspiration to those loyal to our cause. And a warning to those who are not." His attention shifted to the camera drone, and he finished the broadcast with a final few words. "All hail Megatron."

With its duty completed, the camera drone closed its front end and flew away. Megatron turned from the dead Autobots and returned to his throne, allowing his ion cannon to return to its neutral position on his back. Decepticon guards lined the walls around the throne, and Megatron addressed them as he seated himself. "Take the bodies to the medical bay. Harvest whatever energon you can siphon from their veins. And if any of them have any weapons you find interesting, keep them. Consider it a gift." He waved the guards forward, and immediately, most of them rushed forward to loot the bodies and take them away. One stopped, and addressed his master.

"My lord, what will we do with the human machine?" He bowed his head respectfully as he spoke, and was answered without hesitation.

"Melt it down like all the other scrap metal the harvesters drag in." With that, Megatron once again waved his hand forward, sending the guard to harvest the dead machines ahead of him. Once he was gone, the ground around the throne shifted, and the elevator that led to the tower's top balcony began to descend.

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Prowl wasn't one for nature. The desert that they generally worked around was bad enough with all its dust and heat, but the state park was even harder to maneuver in. The more uneven ground was harder to keep footing on, and the small shrubs that littered the area made him watch his step. Not only were thorns in the tires annoying (not so much an actual problem, given they weren't made of actual rubber), but he just disliked stepping on them, and getting around them was quite the challenge when one was a 20 foot tall machine.

Eventually, he settled on a spot to wait for the meeting. A rocky outcropping with a pretty decent view of the lake, and just enough of a slant to the ground that he could sit pretty comfortably. He still preferred to be in the city, but he had to admit, there was a certain sense of serenity out here that was enjoyable despite all the dust. When Optimus spoke, Prowl's gaze shifted from the lake to the much larger Transformer. After giving a nod, he turned his head forward once more. "Let's hope this one's as good as the last one," He commented. Human warriors were admirable for their tenacity, but he'd seen a good number fall with little effort from their aggressors. It was disappointing, but every now and then, one of them shone through the rest, and went above and beyond. General Kozik had been one of them, and someone Prowl respected nearly as much as Prime himself. The loss saddened him, but he found mourning in a time of war to be inappropriate.

Leaning back, Prowl looked skyward, squinting as the sunlight made direct contact with his optics. From his forehead, an orange semi-transparent visor lowered reflexively, protecting them from the glare. He watched some birds flying around, and for a moment, entertained the idea of scanning one for an altmode shift if the need ever arose. But flight didn't suit him, not did a more natural form, so he instead stood up and took a few steps down the slope he sat on, steadying himself on more flat land before dusting himself off a bit, stomping with a slight amount of force to shake dirt off of his legs. Another thing he disliked about the desert was getting sand caught within his parts during transformations. It was a minor annoyance, but one that quite easily got to him.

After some more time of inactivity, Prowl made an inquiry to Optimus "Did they mention which way they're coming from?" He made a quick 360 scan of the area around them while walking nearer to the Autobot leader, then shrugged his shoulders. "'Cause I still don't see any sign of them."

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To some degree, Weirdwolf had actually looked forward to ending up on Earth. He didn't really think that he was going to like it here, in spite of the fact that wolves were actually present on this planet and that they were his namesakes. Then again, their numbers had dwindled due to the fact that humans had tampered with them, and he figured that was probably plenty of a reason for him to make some human numbers dwindle while he was here anyway.

Granted, it would have been better if all of those wolves were some sort of machine being like he was. This planet was rather organic. For now he was tolerating it, because he understood that they were going to get something better out of the deal. This was all going to end up as an improved planet.

As a result, he didn't view things in quite the same light that Optimus Prime had. Unlike Optimus, he didn't view the construction of the new empire here on the ground of the former Union of Soviet Socialist Republics as anything but just that, a creation. This was the beginning of an entirely new civilization that was based around the new technology that they had brought to this sad excuse for a planet.

If anything, then he viewed this as a sort of sophisticated form of colonization. This planet had needed civility, and they were going to bring it. Most importantly, though, he was going to bring the gift of language to these people here.

The Decepticons and the Autobots as well as most of humanity both spoke very strangely to him. That was because he spoke so weirdly, but to himself he was normal and everyone else was strange. It was no matter, because he was going to bring an important gift here.

The sound of his voice was the best thing that he could have mustered for anyone. Talking was certainly his skill to say the very least, even if he was a decent fighter.

Ironically, the Alliance had been headed up by the United States of America, and Weirdwolf understood that at one point in human history the USA and the USSR were major powerbrokers who fought proxy wars to decide how the resources of this forgotten planet were going to get divvied up. Now-a-days, however, things were going to be a little different. He wasn't going to let Megatron's new civilization perish.

His thoughts were finally broken by the sound of Megatron's voice on the display screens in New Cybertron. He had to admit that it wasn't the most pleasing sound, but he did find their leader inspiring.

What was more inspiring, though, was that execution. That was something that was heartwarming to see, or at least would have been perhaps more accurately spark-warming anyway. As soon as the broadcast had ended with that call, Weirdwolf decided to let out his own. Raising his fist, he permitted himself the luxury of an actual verbal audio emission in his own right.

"Megatron is the one we are all so totally going to then hail!"

That earned him, predictably, a few stares from other citizens of the mechanical city around him. He certainly did have a way with words, though unfortunately it wasn't a very good way with them.

Without his thoughts to bother him, and with the transmission completed, Weirdwolf assumed the position that he was originally supposed to take. He had actually been ordered to be a fearsome presence in New Cybertron, and ensure that this 'utopia' never fell to rioting or alliance subterfuge. He would have been more convincingly a fearsome force if he didn't talk so much.

At least he had begun the laborious process of dropping down onto four legs. With the sound of metal against metal that came from shifting mechanical servomechanisms, it hadn't taken him much time or difficulty to once more become the hulking mechanical wolf that leant him his moniker.

Fortunately he didn't speak in this state, which meant some relief and of course more importantly saving face when it came to actually doing his job. No one would have taken a strangely philosophizing mechanical man very seriously. The fact that he was now that aforementioned wolf creature running through the streets of the 'utopia' of New Cybertron was far more impressive.

The funny part was that no one had actually bothered to point this fact out to him, but they very well should have. It would have saved a lot of grief in the future if anything went awry. Then again, the fact that he acted in such a strange way was probably a little disarming, which would have certainly made a fight easier if he could have thrown his opponent off in spite of the fact that he wouldn't realize he was doing it.


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Kasey rode in the government black GMC alone. She was running late and she wasn't pleased with the day already. "Ya shu deez weak medz is all ya go?" she said with a mouth full of pain killers she was downing with water. rubbing her new arm and the abomination still felt wrong. Cybertronian tech arm, why in the blazing hells does it have to be cybertronian. gabbing more pain killers she put more of them in her mouth and drunk it down with her water bottle.
Her arm just finished its calibrations earlier in the morning and it took longer than needed she thought even if she is regretting it now. The aching was more than just a small annoyance, it was like her body was screaming back at her with each movement of her arm. Sighing she saw they were at the destination and she put her glove and jacket back on hiding her robotic arm from view. Stopping the car the agent came around and opened her end to step out. Coming out of the car the lone general went towards the leader of the autbots by the name of Optimus Prime. "Prime," Kasey said in a straight tone. "My name is General Williams,it is a pleasure to finally meet you."

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Starscream was walking down a hallway, outwardly looking as calm as can be as he approached his personal squadron's barracks. Inwardly, however, he was silently seething at the impertinence of a single individual in particular. Namely... "SKYWAAAAARP!" He roared as he slammed the barracks door open. Yes, he was aware of the fact it was an automatic door, as well as the fact it most certainly was not made to be physically opened and that now it was reduced to a mangled sheet of metal that will have to be replaced. At the moment, however, he did not care. Right now, it was time to punish a prankster.

Over by the squad's spare weaponry, a seeker-class with a distinctive blue, white, and red paintjob instinctively flinched at the sound of one of the top three things no cybertronian wants to hear. This was Thundercracker, the team's weaponry specialist. Like any other seeker-class, his frame heavily resembles his squad leader's, the clearest differences being the shape of the nosecone on his torso, his wings, the extra large jets on his legs, and his weaponry. Said assortment included a plasma gatling gun large enough that he needs both hands to use it for more then short bursts, and a ton of missiles. Hearing a loud thump, he turned his attention towards Ramjet.

Ramjet was another seeker, black and white with dark red wings. Granted, he was a bit different from the other members of the squadron, due to the fact his head was cone-shaped, and his wings were attached to his waist to resemble the tails of some human garment. A 'longcoat', the blue seeker believed it was called. The black and white seeker was currently prone on the ground, having had tripped over his feet in sheer terror, which left his assortment of wing-mounted missile launchers and his significantly smaller plasma gatling clearly visible as he tried to get back on his feet. Which left the final member of their team, who was currently laughing as he fled the infuriated sky commander with copious use of teleportation.

This last member, was the teleport-using (self-proclaimed) cyber-ninja, Skywarp. Skywarp was primarily black, with dark purple and white as his secondary colors. The mischievous seeker liked to think of himself as the team's hit-and-run/infiltration/assassination specialist, and he often tries to prove it with his pranks. Much like Thundercracker, the most apparent differences between him and Starscream was the shape of his alt-mode's characteristics and his weaponry. He mostly used light weaponry, composed of a pair of plasma repeaters that he can easily wield in both hands and toss around like someone from human media, and four fold-out heat knives stored on his legs in the form of his alt-mode's tail fins. It was a combination of solidarity and individual personality that each member of their squad created their own cybertronian jet forms using different human jets as a base.

Skywarp chose the human stealth fighter jet known as the F-35 Lightning II, a machine that he gleefully made the design even more deadly through the use of cybertronian technology and enhanced stealth-tech to go with his own teleportation mod. Ramjet made his form using the general design of the human's F-105 Thunderchief, replaced its four missile hardpoints with proper cybertronian missile launchers, and then made the nosecone extra pointy and wings sharp so that his tendency to ram enemies with his alt-form effectively cuts them in half. As for the (self-proclaimed) King of the Skies that is Thundercracker, he based his form's design of the aircraft known as the A-10 Thunderbolt II, which he essentially made even more of a flying assortment of weaponry with a plane attached by souping-up the plasma gatling gun the original form would have given him, and replaced its EIGHT hardpoints with an equal number of missile launchers. All four of their alt-modes were significantly higher performance then their original human counterparts, to the point of sheer absurdity. However, none of them can match Starscream's in raw performance.

Thundercracker watched as Skywarp just barely managed to teleport out of the way of their squad leader's grasp, only for said prankster to find himself grabbed anyway as the red and white seeker predicted his new location and caught him. 'Yes, there's certainly a reason I call him the Emperor of the Skies,' he thought to himself, watching as his black and purple squadmate was given a rather heated dressing down.
"Also, where did you even get that abomination?!" The sky commander demanded.
"When it's for the sake of a prank, I have my ways," Skywarp replied with a cheeky grin. "The hard part was getting everything in place."
Glancing at Ramjet again, Thundercracker groaned when he saw that the clumsy seeker had managed to trip on air again out of shock when he heard the details of Skywarp's newest prank. "Hey boss, I know you want to give the moron a piece of your mind, but was there something else you wanted to talk about?" He asked, deciding to have some mercy for the clown.

"Ah, yes." Starscream replied, dropping his subordinate. He ignored it when said subordinate teleported away to put Ramjet between them. "The three of you are to begin preparations immediately, we are being assigned to a new operation. Skywarp, retrieve your timed charges. Thundercracker, extra missiles. Ramjet, try not to trip on your feet."
"Yes sir!" The three seekers snapped to attention, all signs of being what most would call a bunch of screw-ups disappearing in the face of sheer experience.


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Wheeljack hummed to himself, busy with observing a yellow hive of bees on a nearby tree, watching the smell insects buzzing around and doing their various jobs. Too be honest, he wasn't needed out here, but when he had heard that Optimus Prime and some others were going out to meet a new leader for the task force that worked with the Autobots, he asked to join them. One would think a man of science like him would prefer being inside, working in peace in his lab, but if Wheeljack was being honest, he quite enjoyed the seeing the nature on earth. It was filled with so many interesting things he could learn from! For example, the bees he was investigating at the moment, small yellow and black things. Why, if what he knew of aviation was true, they shouldn't have been able to fly, but they were! And they made sticky, golden color liquid, which apparently tasted good to humans. "I could probably make something using that." Wheeljack noted, mentally storing away the idea of using something sticky to disable enemy combatants. Having examined the bees enough for one day, Wheeljack turned to his leader and fellow Autobots.

"You know, I have to wonder. Why meet us out here?" He asked, walking over to the rest, his blue optics blinking in unison with the lights on the side of his head with each word. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I like it out here. But out in the open like this, something about that seems off to me." He would have figured something like an air base, or a video conference would be prefer choice of action. "Eh, probably just being paranoid again." He muttered to himself, nervously tapping his foot. Would the others thing him asking would be odd? Would they think he didn't want the meeting to be here some devious reasons? Hopefully, claiming paranoia would prevent them from thinking that.

When Prowl noted he still didn't see any sign of them, Wheeljack was about to say something in agreement, when he heard the sounds of a vehicle. Looking in the direction, a black GMC drove towards the collection of Autobots, arriving after a few minutes. Wheeljack wondered to himself if the driver was drunk or on meds, because that was not the driving of a sober person. Soon enough, though, it parked, and a human woman got out.


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Optimus Prime knew a state park was probably not the smartest location for a meeting. After all, it was open and it would be quite easy for Megatron to send a spy. However, the location had not been his choosing and Optimus had decided to respect the humans and meet on their terms. The only the way the alliance worked was being willing to meet some of their requests. It had be a partnership. He didn't want the humans to think the Autobots were dictators.

"I hope so."

Optimus replied to Prowl. The death of General Kozik had been a tragedy. He had been a good soldier and a good man. It would be hard to replace him. Optimus did not sit as they waited. Instead, he took in the sites. He shook his head at Prowl's question.

"No, I didn't get much from them."

All he knew was that the new task force leader was a woman and obviously she had an impressive military background to get her new position.

"Have patience, Prowl."

Optimus told his Autobot. While he preferred people, Cybertronian or human, to be punctual, there was no point complaining about it. All they could do was wait. At Wheeljack's question, he said.

"Perhaps the new general wanted to remind us what we are fighting for."

Not that Optimus could forget. He only wished they had gotten here sooner, before Megatron had started to build his empire. They had stop the Decepticons before more of this planet was destroyed. Earth could not suffer Cybertron's fate. He heard a vehicle approach and stepped out in front of his comrades to greet Kasey. He was surprised to see her alone, other then a driver. He would have thought she would brought herself back up. He looked down at her.

"It is an honor to meet you as well, General Williams. This is Prowl and Wheeljack."

Optimus said, introducing her to his Autobots.

"I wish we could have met under better circumstances."

While Optimus did like meeting new human comrades, he wished it wasn't because others had passed on.

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Growing steadily impatient, Prowl shook his leg, his tire-heel repeatedly bumping against the ground. What was taking them so long? From his experience with the American military, when they made an entrance, it was one hell of an entrance. Helicopters, planes, vehicles with more armament than a developing nation, and lots of gung-ho soldiers ready to fight and protect their people. It was a bit of a garish display, but it proved that they were prepared, and he appreciated that. As Wheeljack spoke up, Prowl looked towards him, half-interestedly looking towards the insects as they flew around the much larger machine looking at them. "You know, we've got a Bumblebee." It wasn't meant as a joke, but it could easily be taken as one. Out of sheer boredom, he was about to go look at the hive himself, but he stopped when he heard the growling of an engine coming closer.

"Guess that's them." Prowl sort-of grumbled, looking toward the uncoming vehicle. Immediately, he was displeased. A single vehicle, not even one with armaments, that was moving rather erratically down a very straightforward path. His optics narrowed as he turned himself further toward the oncoming car, standing back up to join the others in the meeting. While he approached, he dusted some sand off his leg, then revved his wheels to knock anything that still clung on away. When the car parked and the general emerged, Prowl retracted his visor, looking her over with a quite judgemental glare. Their last meeting with a human had been very professional, with a fully armed convoy ready to protect the person of interest and fight back on the occasion of a Decepticon ambush. Not...this. She was on her own, seemingly unarmed, looked like she wasn't even all there, and worst of all, late.

He made a noise of blatant disapproval, something between a grunt and a low growl. Whoever this general was, Prowl had never heard of her, and despite whatever resume had been shown to Optimus, she sure didn't seem to live up to the hype. With crossed arms, he took a half-step forward upon being introduced, but said nothing to the human. Next to the Autobot leader, Prowl looked quite small, but still held an intimidating mass to him. After Optimus spoke to Williams, Prowl cut in with his own comments. "Yeah, better circumstances. For instance, even pretending to have a shred of military professionalism, and not coming to us under the influence of some chemical. Especially not while driving." He turned around, and started to step away, but paused and rose a couple fingers. "Which is illegal." Even on Earth, Prowl was ever the lawman.

This meeting was already a mess, he could tell. As he neared Wheeljack, Prowl put a hand on the other Autobot's shoulder, and leaned over to speak more quietly. "I got a bad feeling about this one. Something about her I just don't like. Once we get back to base, we're looking up everything we can find about her." Prowl certainly didn't wish to impede on Optimus's plans, but if he found anything of concern, he would definitely be sharing it with the others. For now, he watched and listened to see what the two leaders discussed.

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The roof of a command center within Megatron's tower opened, and the throne he sat upon lowered into place. Multiple communication and observation terminals were manned by Decepticon workers, keeping contact with various mining teams, ship captains, and other important people out on jobs. Megatron himself had someone he wished to contact, one of his closest agents, currently out on an extremely important job.

As the screen drew nearer to him, he pressed a few buttons on the armrest of the throne, about to initiate conversation with his top spy. "Soundwave, report. Is there any news about the-" His sentence was cut off by commotion, the all-too familiar sounds of Starscream living up to the second half of his name and the crashing sound of a Cybertronian body hitting the floor. Agitated, Megatron closed his eyes for a moment. "Hold that thought," He said to the screen, moving it away as he stood and began to approach the source of chaos to investigate. And if need be, to dish out some discipline.

Standing in the frame of the now-ruined door, he addressed the sky commander, a low growl of annoyance announcing his presence. "Starscream, what is the meaning of this noise? You were given an assignment, and I expected you to start, not sit around and cause chaos with your squadron." His hand was placed on the door, and he emphasized his next point by squeezing the metal until it began to bend. "And you've caused property damage to our own base of operations. Is this the kind of result I should expect of you once you've left?!" The dictator's voice rose to a shout, backed by the shrill sounds of mechanics working in his throat. "Enough of your fooling around, all of you!"

He entered the room, ducking his head to fit into the seeker barracks, and stood at full height on the other side. "Since you refuse to behave for your commander, then maybe you'll listen to me." Strolling past Starscream, he approached Skywarp, leaning forward so that he was still above the seeker, but uncomfortably close. "You are to cease this foolishness immediately. There is important work to be done, and no room for this idiocy. If you compromise your mission, I will have your spark." A clawed finger was run along Skywarp's chest-mounted cockpit, and the uncomfortable squealing sound of contacting Cybertronian material left a surface scratch in the wake of Megatron's clawed finger.

After a few more moments to emphasize his threats to Skywarp, Megatron turned and straightened himself up again, linking his hands behind his back as he addressed Starscream. "Your mission is to provide fire support to Soundwave after he contacts us with information about the ongoing Autobot meeting. You will remain hidden until he gives you the order to strike. Use a ground bridge to go to his coordinates, and wait. I will remain here to direct the bridge and send further backup if needed." Waving his arm across the lineup of seekers and toward the door, he finished his orders. "I trust you won't need it. Now go!"

He left, and made his way back to the command room, taking a seat once again. There, he relayed orders to a nearby Decepticon worker. "Prepare the ground bridge for transport. And send someone to repair the seeker barracks." His hand positioned the communication screen nearer again, and he established contact with Soundwave once more. "The seeker fleet is on its way. None of them are to attack without your command. Establish a live feed of Laserbeak's sights with this communication channel."

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Like Megatron had promised, those traitors had indeed paid. None of their enemies deserved to go unpunished, and naturally these thoughts had run time and time again through Weirdwolf's semi-mechanized thought processes. While he might have been deservingly classed as a fanatic, it still did him well inside to know that those who had opposed them were put down so easily.

Nevertheless, he had promised and pledged his services as a guardian. Even if other Decepticons did precisely as they said, that didn't absolve him of his duties. He was going to have to go and check out these three individuals who were executed.

Certainly, the other's words were already correct. Their very existence had made a mockery of the type of technology that he himself was crafted from. Even if he wasn't quite as functional as some of the other Decepticons, especially when it came to his unusual speech patterns, that didn't mean that he still hadn't considered himself a superior unit indeed, and he therefore had his own little vendetta to see to.

As a result he was heading quickly toward the courtyard of the aforementioned tower. Due to the fact that he was notably in his wolf transformation rather than his tall robot form, this was an even faster trip than it might have been otherwise. He could outrun himself when he was working in that form, which made it rather attractive to him when he was experiencing these emotions or, more practically, when he actually needed to get somewhere quite quickly.

Indeed, running in this form always allowed him to have a certain feeling of freedom that he might otherwise have never been able to enjoy; even Weirdwolf seemed to have hopes and dreams after all. Throwing back his head he let loose a shrill mechanical howl. In spite of the fact that his humanoid vocalizations always sounded awkward this howl was actually rendered fairly well, though it was very clearly synthesized.

Without too much of a delay, he ultimately ended up arriving at the location and quickly took stock of what was going on. The three fallen heroes, if you were on the other side of this conflict, were very clearly out of commission. While Weirdwolf himself was at least arguably part organic, that didn't really mean that he felt any sort of remorse over this. Regardless, he figured that it would have probably have been best if he went to the stronghold tower next. After all, it made sense to provide Megatron with a report now that he had been through everything. There were times when the other Decepticons didn't quite appreciate his reports.

It wasn't that he was often the barer of bad news, though even he had to give that sometimes. Rather, he was often annoying to listen to. He didn't realize it, either, which probably made that all the worse for him at the end of the day. To him, his damaged speech circuits continued to produce perfectly fine vocal prose irrespective of what anyone else might have thought about what it was that he was saying.

Nevertheless, he always made sure to dutifully offer them when requested. It looked to him like it was a necessity, with him being an assigned guardian and all. Looking around slowly, he peeked upward and finally let loose another howl, which meant that he was going to increase speed. When actual combat came around, he never would have telegraphed a change in speed like that, but he figured that it would have been best for the time being, and besides it made him actually feel more free to go ahead and actually do it.

Quickening his pace, the aforementioned cyber-wolf soon began a laborious transformation. Accompanied by the sound of metal screeching against more metal, which some might have said was still less annoying than the sound of his voice, he took the opportunity to transform himself from this lupine form instead into the robotic one that he would he need in order to meet up with his leader.

Finally approaching the tower, he peered around. Security subroutines were still prominently running throughout his memory, as one might have expected. That was of course the origin of that sort of motion. Eventually he made his way into the inner sanctum, assuming that nothing would have impeded his progress. Considering that he was quick to anger, as a result the unusual situation involved in the formation of his personality, it might have been kind of hard to predict what he would have done if anyone had interrupted him.

Still, though, that was probably enough of a fact to keep anyone else away. He doubted that anyone else would have really wanted to mess with him. Irrespective of this, he continued onward, figuring that soon enough he would have been in anyway and therefore any such reckoning would have merely been rendered academic.


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Starscream managed to suppress the instinctive cringe that an irked Megatron generally invokes, instead merely nodding his head in understanding. He could have explained that he had just given the order for his squad to commence their last minute preparations, but years under the tyrant's command has made him well aware of the fact he would likely take that as an excuse. It's a bit of a balancing act, one must balance proper respect and strength of will. For there are two things that anger the Decepticon's leader above all else, cowardice and betrayal. As far as he can tell, it's entirely due to a combination of his genuine loyalty and his skills that allows the sky commander's spark to continue beating, even after the multiple times he has attempted to overthrow Megatron. Idly, Starscream watched as his lord gave his own personal form of reprimand to Skywarp. During it all, he had three main thoughts.

The first was a faint thought of the threat possibly being unnecessary, if only due to the fact that the self-proclaimed 'cyber ninja' had already been reprimanded and was in 'mission mode'. Say what you will about him, when the purple seeker was on a mission, he does not mess around, instead channeling all of the imagination he puts in his pranks into sabotage and trap making. The second thought was a faint hope that maybe Skywarp will learn something from this, and lay off on the pranks for a while. Unlikely, but possible. And the final thought was some respect, noting how his squad member managed to only show enough fear at the threat to let Megatron know that he was giving it all the respect it was due.

Seeing Megatron shifting from scaring Skywarp into submission to a briefing stance, the red seeker had already shifted his own stance to one better suited for being briefed then giving orders like he was before the tyrant entered. As he completed his orders and left, Starscream had responded along with his men. "Of course, My Lord Megatron," were his words, as he glanced over at his troops when he noticed a slight shake to the 'ninja's' voice. Making a mental note to make sure he had regained his nerve by the time they arrive, Starscream turned to his men as his lord finished his departure. "You've heard your orders, retrieve your extra equipment quickly. We leave immediately."
"Yes commander," the trio responded, before moving to follow said orders. It took mere seconds to retrieve everything, a few more to get everything situated. With that, they had already left for the land bridge. While it is true that they didn't give the workers much time to prep the land bridge, at this point both the seekers and the engineers had enough experience to time everything so that the squadron can leave immediately upon arrival.

As such, it was with little fanfare that the four seekers arrived at the land bridge and were deployed right on schedule in their various vehicle modes. Upon arrival, Starscream had already begun mentally analyzing the surrounding area, making note of the terrain and features. They were quite a distance away from the State Park, enough so that they won't be immediately noticed, while at the same time keeping them just clsoe enough to be able to immediately respond to whatever information Soundwave is currently collecting. Speaking of, he approached the communications officer with a quick transition back to robot mode and a careful landing. "Soundwave," he spoke up, nodding to his temporary commander as his squad landed themselves. For most, it would be an annoyance. For an experienced warrior, it was just something to deal with and move on.


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If Wheeljack had a mouth, it would be agape. "WE DO have a Bumblebee." He repeated. "Sure, he doesn't fly. Or make honey. Nor does he buzz! Why is he called Bumblebee." Wheeljack wasn't even sure if the young Autobot was the right shade of yellow, to be honest. That could be fixed, and Wheeljack would suggest this to him later. For now, he had more important things to focus on!

He watched Optimus Prime introduce the Autobots to the human, waving at her when he was name. "Hi! I'm Wheeljack." Though he was normally shy around other cybertronians, he was fine with humans. This didn't mean he was fine with her entrance, though. Everything about this seemed...off. This wasn't professional at all, was it? He fully admitted he didn't know the ends and outs of military procedure, but then that meant even if he realized this was weird, then it was REALLY weird to people who knew what was up.

This line of thought was confirmed when Prowl begun to whisper to the inventor. "With you there. Something isn't right about this, at all." Unlike with most other Autobot, Wheeljack felt perfectly fine around Prowl, no fear of hidden thoughts of him being a traitor. The way Wheeljack saw it, if Prowl thought he was a traitor, he would in jail several times over! But he had only been sent to jail that one time, when he tried to use Tox-En to make an energon weapon, which was apparently "immoral" and "illegal" and "probably a war crime". Which Wheeljack thought was silly, but since he did have authorization to the substance, didn't actually make any, and promised to not try again, he was let out with a warning.

So he totally tried again. Somewhere on the remains of cybertron there was a energon sword made of a highly poisonous substance, and Wheeljack knew he would be glad he made it one day.

"Let's just play along for now, though. Let her go back with a good review of us, be better in the long run." He whispered back, suddenly pulling away. "So yeah, I totally will make you that cool gun you want, Prowl! No need to be shy in asking." He had flashing ear-light things, people would know if he was whispering. So it made sense to make them think he was whispering about something else. Granted, if this human was on some sort of substance, He has a feeling she wouldn't much care. Still, now he had an excuse to make a cool gun, so it was worth saying in the end. He then turned his attention to his leader. "Hey, Optimus. I don't mean to rush you, but it probably is better if we hurry this up! We're not exactly...discreet? We don't want somebody coming in uninvited, do we?"

In theory, there would be a military barricade set up around the perimeter to keep those who don't belong out. However, Wheeljack had reason to believe this wasn't the most well thought out of operations.


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Optimus Prime felt that Prowl needed to learn patience. You could not rush people, especially new allies. That would get everything off to a bad start. Optimus wanted things to go well with the new general. He and his Autobots had had good relations with General Kozik. He hoped to continue that with General Williams. The last thing they needed with Megatron creating a New Cybertron on this planet, was losing human allies.

Prime saw the way Prowl eyed the new general's car and told him quietly.

"Give her a chance. They can't all be like Kozik."

Although Optimus hoped they would be. After all, they had worked well with Kozik and this young woman seemed to be the polar opposite of him. He did not think the President of this country would assign her to be their liaison if she was incapable of her doing her job. She must just have a different approach. One that he and his Autobots weren't used to all.

Of course, Prowl was never one to hide his feelings. Especially when the law was being broken. No matter what planet they were on, he was forever the lawman. Optimus narrowed his optics at Prowl, attacking Williams' driving skills was not a good way to start this new relationship.

"I apologize for Prowl. He takes the laws of the land very seriously."

Although his Autobot did have a point, Prime thought. This woman did seem to be on sort of chemical and she did not come very well prepared. He wondered why the President had recommended meeting her. He looked over his shoulder and saw Wheeljack's ear lights flashing. He knew he and Prowl were talking and it wasn't about a new gun. He was sure it was about Williams. Actually, Optimus planned to find out as much about this woman as he could. Her resume didn't seem to suit her actions. Optimus tried to respect the leaders of this country but he had expected they would assign the new general to have similar qualities as the last one.

He nodded his head to Wheeljack.

"You're right, Wheeljack."

A park was a dangerous location. It was open and too many hiding spots for enemies. He didn't want to stay here any longer then they had to. Optimus looked down at General Williams.

"Shall we get down to the business at hand?"

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Soundwave knew Starscream and his seekers were coming. A national park...such a silly location for a meeting. It was very open and not easy to protect. The Autobots and their human allies were easy targets.

"Starscream."

Soundwave replied in his robotic voice. He then called Laserbeak back.

"Laserbeak, report."

Soundwave opened up his chest piece and Laserbeak transformed into a video tape inside it. Soundwave hit a button on his shoulder and Laserbeak began to play parts of the conversation he had been able to record of Optimus Prime with his Autobots and the new general. Laserbeak then jumped out and transformed back into his hawk form. He sat on Soundwave's arm. He talked to Soundwave in a bird like language that only the Decepticon Communications Officer understood.

"Laserbeak reports that Autobots are in a badly guarded area. It would be a perfect opportunity to attack and eliminate them and their human allies."

Soundwave told Starcream and his seeker jets in the same robotic voice that many found very annoying because how monotone it was.

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"Fair enough," Prowl mumbled. The human sent to them would have been terribly agitating to play along with, but he figured he could avoid more commotion if he just ignored her. As they broke away and Wheeljack gave an excuse, he paused for a moment, remaining stone-faced. Still under his breath, he spoke again. "I didn't..." He trailed off after realizing what Wheeljack was doing, finishing off with a grunt of agreement and a nod. Wheeljack was always making things, so it seemed a decent cover. Of course, Optimus wasn't buying it for a second, but it was a nice thought and Prowl wouldn't mind getting some more armaments.

As the conversation between Optimus and the general went on, a gust of wind blew some sand around, and Prowl lowered his visor again to shield his optics from the grains. He really hated sand, he'd decided. It was hard to get traction on, blew around with every little provocation, and it got in his mechanics. Why anyone would decide to live out here, he couldn't begin to fathom. Earth was a strange world with strange environments, and clearly, strange people. He crossed his arms, paying enough attention to the conversation to pick up what was important, but turning his attention skyward again. He focused on the birds overhead, watching them fly around.

It was then he noticed the silhouette of one was...off. Not organic at all. The wings were too sharp, the body too large. It didn't travel with the other birds, either. In fact, they seemed to be almost avoiding it. Prowl felt a deep, sudden concern, and wasted no time in alerting the others. Turning away for a moment, he moved to Optimus, cutting in on the conversation. "Something's not right," He began. "One of the birds, it's not an organic. Look, it's-..." He stopped, trying to point out what he'd seen, but it was gone. Prowl lowered his hand, gritting his teeth. "We shouldn't stay here any longer, Optimus. I'm telling you, we are not alone out here."

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Megatron felt some amusement as the reports came in. The sight that Laserbeak's video feed had given him through the communication system was nothing short of pathetic. Three Autobots and a single human in an open, undefended space? It wasn't nearly what their last meeting with military officials had been. With some subdued laughter, he replied to Soundwave's appraisal of the situation. "It's almost like they want their general to die. Well, who are we to deny them that request?" He leaned into his throne, resting an elbow against the armrest, and his head against the arm's balled fist. His mouth was curled into an arrogant smile. "Soundwave. At your judgement, send the Seekers in to welcome Prime's new ally. Tear them to pieces."

After relaying his command, the Decepticon leader went over the scene of the meeting again in his mind. Not only were the Autobots woefully outmanned, but the ones there were far from who he would have expected for a first meeting. Optimus himself was a given; people looked up to him as a noble, fearless leader who fought for their freedom, someone worthy of idolization. But the others weren't who he'd anticipated seeing. Wheeljack, the eccentric inventor whose creations had foiled Megatron's plans on some occasions. Maybe not a front lines fighter compared to some of the other Autobots, but Megatron held something of a begrudging respect for the scientist's sheer inventive capability when it came to weaponry. And then there was Prowl, the aggressive lawman and former partner of Megatron's loyal ground tactics squad leader, Barricade. The warlord always felt a sort of dull pity for him, but he had chosen the wrong side in the war. There was no changing that, not after what had been done to him.

As he contemplated the situation, other Decepticons in the control room had looked away from their stations, optics locked on the display screen that Laserbeak's sights gave a feed to. When he came out of it and looked around, there was something of a panic among some of them as they swiftly returned to their stations, typing away at controls and making sure things ran smoothly. One of them attempted to apologize, but Megatron silenced him, raising an open palm to stop him mid-sentence. "Oh, calm down. There's a show about to begin. I don't blame you for taking an interest. In fact, why don't we all see where this goes? I'm sure it's going to be fun." His hand lowered, and the workers turned to the screen again, awaiting the attack eagerly.

The door to the command center made a tone of requested entry. Without diverting his gaze, he replied with a clear tone of voice. "Enter. You've made it just in time to watch the fun."

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Getting this close to the inner sanctum had only made those subroutines run all the more fiercely. Considering that he did have at least something of a wolf's mentality, if that was what a neutral observer had wanted to call it, those subroutines were always present in memory. He had the sort of guardian protector sort of thought pattern that came with that background. Nevertheless, this would all have been a great deal more impressive and imposing if it weren't for the fact that he seemed to willingly continue to speak so badly!

One other aspect of his personality was quickly coming into play here as well. Even though Megatron more than likely found Weirdwolf to be intolerable at times for relatively obvious reasons, there was a great deal of admiration on his behalf actually. Really that shouldn't have even been defined as admiration. It was far deeper than that. It was probably some sort of creepy political fanaticism that cult leaders and military dictators just loved to cultivate and grow.

Weirdwolf gave his soul willingly, so to speak, at least in part because more likely than not anyone else would have failed to have him. Silencing his split mind for a moment, he actually started to move inside. He was given permission to enter, and that was something that he was not going to screw up.

That being said, it didn't really stop him from trying at least!

"Megatron then is to the hails given!"

That must have sounded so much better in his head, or perhaps alternatively he was just having fun. It was sort of hard to tell with Weirdwolf, but honestly he really just seemed to not realize what he was doing. It always had seemed like he was trying his hardest to ruin a good thing, though. Continuing to move forward, the fact that each step he took was with the grace of a mechanized predator was horribly jarring when held alongside of the fact that he talked too much. Picking one or the other paradigm to work from would have done wonders for improving his image, and indeed a quick order of shut up from Megatron would have probably also done plenty.

"You know very well that I am not for the fun missing, therefore I will be watching here to be involved with the fun master that I have!" Once again that sounded perfectly fine to him regardless of how grating it must have actually been when it came out of his vocabulator circuitry.

"Do you have need of me to be involved in such fun on a level that is more fun for me than the one on which I am now on?" Naturally he was asking Megatron that all important question of whether there was actually anything right now that he could have blown up or chewed to bits as opposed to just watching. Certainly he would have been perfectly fine with simply watching the events remotely. Indeed, he would have been so fine with it that he predictably had to actually announce his approval. Sure it was unnecessary, since what he had already said was more than sufficient, but then again this was Weirdwolf and he figured that speaking as much as possible was always a good thing.

"If you so wish, then I would be sitting here instead and watching instead the monitor upon which your fun will then play out!" He made his absurd dialogue sound so incredibly epic that it was obvious that he really was trying. Oh well, at least even if he wasn't exactly the individual that one would have wished to attempt a line of Cyberton Shakespeare he was still very capable in a fight, and more than likely that was what Megatron would have really cared about.

For the time being he hadn't committed himself to any particular position, and was instead waiting to be told where to go in the room. That was one thing, though, that he wasn't going to flat out vocalize considering the obvious retort to a request of where to go regardless of how dim his processing of the nuances of language must have been.

Things would probably go a lot more smoothly for him once the smashing of heads actually began.


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Hearing Soundwave's report on the Autobot's situation, he nodded in understanding both at the information and the order mixed into it. "Acknowledged," he replied. "Thundercracker, Ramjet, with me. Skywarp, I don't need to tell you what to do, now do I?"
"Nah, I know what to do," the purple seeker replied.
"Then, Seekers, seek and destroy!" With that, the four seekers took off, transforming in mid-air to begin the attack.

As they flew, Starscream was turning over the situation in his head. Much like Soundwave, he recognized how foolhardy of a location the Autobots were in for a meeting. As the monotone Decepticon informed him, the area was poorly defended, not even from the air just in general. If they were going to be in such a bad position to defend themselves from, they should be in one that was significantly less open so they weren't so easily spotted and spied on. Noting that they could just barely see the enemy, he gave the order. "Ramjet, begin bombardment," the Sky Commander ordered. As the black and white seeker rolled in mid-air to widen the spread of his missiles, the red seeker noted that Skywarp had already slipped away for his part of the attack.

Really, the sloppiness of the Autobots' situation almost made the commander want to make things a little easier for them. Unfortunately for them, Starscream already has his orders, and he'll see them through. Which is why he gave the signal for Thundercracker to begin the barrage with his plasma gatling, the red seeker firing off a salvo of his own. The purpose of this initial attack was to disrupt the Autobots, keep Prime from getting his bearings. First Ramjet's missiles will break their formation, then his and Thundercracker's plasma rounds will interrupt any attempts to regain order. "Thundercracker, support. Ramjet, second salvo, join me when done. I'm moving in," he ordered.

"Yes sir!" Thundercracker replied, transforming back to robot mode while utilizing his thrusters to slow his descent while hanging in the air long enough to have a decent vantage point as he continued trying to gun down the Autobots with his gatling gun.
"Copy that," Ramjet responded, firing off another swarm of missiles before boosting his speed to catch up with his commander. As he started to gain on Starscream, he noticed the red seeker had started transforming as he got closer to the Autobots. Watching his commander catch a plasma gun while attaching one of his blades to it, he watched as the seeker commander fired off five blasts, three at Prime and two at Prowl, before firing off his boosters to bleed off the rest of his speed and firing a sixth at the Autobot scientist; Wheeljack, the black and white Decepticon remembered.


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Wheeljack knew full well Optimus wouldn't buy what he said for a moment, but he figured it might as well put for the effort. Afterwards, though, he became quiet, thinking to himself. Something was wrong here. Everybody knew that, so Wheeljack wasn't going to waste processing power on that. No, he was trying to figure out what was going on. He run down what he knew. They were given an open, undefended area for a meeting which a new leader for the task force, a position of a decent amount of importance. Said person was late, appeared to not be entirely there mentally, possible on medication, with absolutely nothing in the way for defense. No defense. That kept on popping up. Why would there be no defenses for this? Incompetence didn't seem to be the answer, as the US government, while lacking in some areas, hadn't been this foolish before. He didn't rule that out, though, but his mind turned to thinking of other reason. Less favorable reasons. He didn't want his theory for the reasons to be true, but as soon as Prowl pointed out a non organic bird, he knew his theory was true.

"Hey, guys. We've been set up."

And then the barrage begun. Missiles and blasts of plasma slammed into the ground around then, causing Wheeljack to jump back and turned to the source, seeing three differently colored jets. "CALLED IT." He yelled, firing off two missiles, knowing full well who the jets were. The Seekers, a group of Decepticon Warrior Jets. This was way above Wheeljack's pay grade, the scientist thought, clumsily dodging out of the way of a single blast the red jet directed at him. Knowing full well he wouldn't be any use in a straight up fight, Wheeljack tried to think up a plan. Three against who knows how many, since it was a fair guess there were more seekers waiting in the wings. With their air superiority, and unknown numbers, Wheeljack only had a single idea. "Hey, guys, maybe we should retreat?"
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Suddenly, the doors to the Decepticon Command Center opened, and a figure strolled in, covered in orange and green metal, with a bone white face. A number of Decepticon workers turned towards the new comer, quickly looking away once they saw him, each hoping to not catch his attention. He paid them no mind, however, and walked up to the throne upon which sat Megatron. The figure didn't even give the Decepticon leader a look of acknowledgement, simply walking up to the side of the throne and crossing his arms, leaning against it, watching the display scene with interest. He was quiet for a number of minutes, but Bludgeon soon had to make something be known.

"I'm surprised you left such an important mission to the Seekers, of all things." He said, his voice low and raspy, incredibly unpleasant to hear. Not due to being monotone like Soundwave's...no, this voice could make people feel fear, even without the face attached to it.

Bludgeon didn't have a high opinion of the seekers. Starscream himself was a fine, if somewhat odd, warrior. But the rest of them were only around due to pure luck and never being in the same battle as Bludgeon. Complete fools only good for distractions. "The second it starts to go bad for them, I'm heading in. This is too good a chance to waste." Despite being out numbered and undefended, Bludgeon knew quite well this wasn't a guaranteed lost for the Autobots, not with Prime there. The war ended with Prime, without doubt. The second he fell was the second the Autobots lost. No, victory wouldn't come to the Decepticons....no, victory wouldn't come to Megatron that easily. Not with a sneak attack on a small group that was heavily outgunned. Fate had taken the Autobots this far, it wouldn't taken them out with such a whimper.

Bludgeon raised a hand to his chin, rubbing it as he shot a look at Megatron. He had a feeling that the Decepticon Ruler wouldn't even want it to end like that.


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Optimus Prime was not buying what Prowl and Wheeljack were doing, but he was fine with pretending he was. He'd rather they do that, then be rude to their new human ally. Although the Autobot leader had to admit that she had taken him for a surprise too. He didn't seem him having as close of a relationship with General Williams as he and his soldiers had had with General Kozik. But he was willing to give the young woman a chance. After all, the President would not have picked here if he didn't think she was capable of handling the job.

Optimus and General Williams started to talk while his Autobots kept guard. Optimus knew that Prowl would not interrupt them unless he saw something suspicious.

"What did you see, Prowl?"

Optimus asked, scanning the sky himself but not seeing the non-organic bird. It had disappeared and that caused Optimus' optics to narrow. He had a bad feeling about this. After all, the only non-organic bird he knew of was the Decepticon Laserbeak.

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Soundwave always thought Starscream was arrogant but he he did trust that he and the Seeker Jets were capable of carrying out the mission. When the Seekers transformed, Soundwave did as well. He'd make sure he saw first hand that Megatron's will was being carried out. Even if he did let the other jets do more of the actual fighting.

Seeing the location with his own optics, made Soundwave believe that the humans picked the location, not Prime. Even the Autobots would not that foolish to pick this on their own. But they would pay for the mistake dearly.

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Before Optimus Prime had time to discuss what his Autobots were saying, the Decepticon attack began.

"Decepticons! General, take cover!"

Optimus yelled at General Williams, hoping the woman was smart enough to do so. He took out his gun and returned fire. He told Wheeljack.

"You can gloat about it later."

Right now they had to keep their human allies alive. Next time, he picked the location for a meeting. Retreat might be there best option but with the lack of cover, it might be difficult.

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Prowl cursed as the Seeker swarm came into sight, their colours and formation immediately recognizable no matter what altmodes they happened to be using at a given time. When the missiles were launched and began to spread through the air, he immediately leapt into action. Both visor and faceplate deployed, he reached over his back. From the mass of metal that made up his torso, parts shifted to deploy his primary firearm, a three-barreled energon shotgun. When his hand touched the grip, plates on his forearm began to shift as well, sinking his hand inside to combine with his limb. It was a formation used when he needed immediate reloading and couldn't afford to drop the weapon, and an air strike in an exposed area seemed an appropriate situationn for that.

Firing into the air, he swiftly backed away from impact points of missiles by rolling back on his heel-mounted wheels, spraying dozens of energon pellets into the sky in an attempt to shoot down some of the missiles. It worked for some, detonating their payloads before they could hit the ground, but the sheer mass of missiles coming at them was insanity. Worse yet, it was followed up by immensely high-caliber plasma volleys, which burned the ground threateningly as they drew ever-closer to the Autobots. Prowl once again performed evasive maneuvers, zipping forward and ducking in an attempt to keep low. A shot struck him in his wing, violently pushing him off-balance and onto the ground.

When he hit the floor, he was then struck by multiple other shots up his torso. A headlight on his chest was broken, and the pain was more than enough to force him back into action. Namely, getting the hell out of the way of other incoming shots. He rolled sideways down the hill that he had been sitting at earlier, taking cover behind the desert's rocky outcropping as another missile hit the ground nearby. Sand and uprooted plant matter showered through the air, reducing visibility for a precious few moments. "To hell with cover! We can't fight them on our own down here, Prime!" He shouted, rolling his shoulders to deploy his mounted missile launchers. A pair of rockets swung up over top them, firing into the sky towards the Seekers. Each missile then broke into five smaller missiles each, one payload aimed directly at Starscream, the others acting more as distraction to force their formation to break up somewhat.

His attention turned to the non-Seeker that accompanied the airborne decepticons, and he growled under his breath. A non-organic bird, and a stealth aircraft? It must have been Soundwave. "If he starts dropping his mini-cons on us, we've got land and air to deal with! Unless you can bring in some flyers, right goddamn now, we're as good as scrap!" Aim was taken at the nearest Seeker, and he unleashed a volley of shots from his shotgun, the barrels of which rapidly began to overheat. Issuing a suggestion, he spoke directly to his accomplice through communications. "Wheeljack, grab the meatbag and get out of here, I'll cover you!"

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Highly amused at the show going on in front of him, Megatron leaned in his throne, crossing one leg over the other as he rested his face against a balled fist. While Weirdwolf's dialogue was confusing to many, Megatron had been exposed to it quite enough to get a general gist of what the Decepticon's twisted words meant. "Of course. Wouldn't want to miss the show, would we?" He answered, eyes not leaving the screen. "Look at them all, bumbling around like insects. And what a team that Prime managed to scrape from the floor, the scientist and the policeman. There won't be any need to deploy, Wolf. That human of theirs is as good as dead any minute now."

The chatter among the Command Center's workers, present and excitable after Megatron voiced permission for them to admire the show, suddenly ceased as another entered. The warlord needed no other context to know who had just decided to join the party. He waved Weirdwolf off to his own devices, just in time to clear the space that Bludgeon happened to set himself upon. He returned to his relaxed slouch after the fact, the hand that was on the throne's armrest rhythmically tapping his sharp fingers against it. Bludgeon's criticisms drew only a small guffaw from him. "I'm sure you're eager to start a bloodbath, old friend. But last I knew, you couldn't fly. It wouldn't be much of an air strike without the Seekers." Megatron's opinion of the lot outside of Starscream wasn't very high either, and even he pushed it pretty commonly. "But very well. The moment they inevitably screw something up, deploy. The general is priority; the others are a nice bonus."

Megatron wouldn't allow Bludgeon to have Optimus. He had his doubts that he could even take him. Strong as Bludgeon was - and he was - Optimus was a Prime, and was consistently on a level above most other Cybertronians. Even disregarding Megatron's obsession with him, it would be simply impossible for a lesser Decepticon to take him out. And if one tried, Megatron himself would be forced to step in.

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Narrowing his optics at the attacks aimed in his general direction, Starscream's frame was already moving by the time they were fired. With a quick boost, he allowed himself to be lifted back up into the air, swinging a limb out to spin in midair to dodge the plasma shots being sent his way by a hair. More than likely there would be some distortion in his paintjob from the heat of the rounds, but when fighting a Prime it is better to be efficient and use as little energy as possible so you have as much available as you can than it is to worry about ruined paint. However, his response wasn't done just yet, he still had the missiles to deal with. Pulling the trigger, he unleashed a wave of plasma rounds to make contact with the explosive projectiles. As soon as one of his feet touched the ground again, he boosted towards the remaining missiles and ejected a blade to catch it for a wide swing that sliced off the explosive triggers. Standing up straight, the red Sky Commander stalked forward as the missiles crashed meters behind him with the 'noses' of said missiles exploding far away from him.

His men were hardly being slouches either, as Ramjet barrel rolled around Optimus' spread of plasma rounds, before spinning into an aileron roll and going full speed towards the Prime's feet. At the last second, he transformed and spun a kick towards the Autobot leader's head. Before he could recover, Optimus then had to deal with a barrage of plasma rounds firing upon his position as Thundercracker landed and headed for them.

Before it could seem like things were going to become an escalating battle, something abruptly changed. Without warning, two heat knives stabbed through Prowl's back and just barely missing his Spark Chamber. That's not to say they didn't do a lot of damage however, especially when a foot slammed into his back to push him down onto the dirt. "One down."

All of a sudden, a familiar black and purple Seeker had teleported in between Wheeljack and the general. "Goodbye," Skywarp said with a smirk, before atomizing the general with his plasma repeater. With that done, he spun in place and stomped down on Wheeljack's hood with enough force to dent it, stunning the Autobot scientist at the same time. Before said scientist could recover, something was slapped onto the roof of his vehicle mode, and then there was a tell-tale beeping. As the Decepticon jumped back, he produced an explosives trigger. "And now you're dealt with," he said lightheartedly, the implied meaning VERY obvious. Before Prowl could get any ideas, Skywarp pointed his plasma repeater in his direction, a glow in the barrel making it clear that it was already primed and ready to rain plasma down on him at a moment's notice.


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"Got it!" Wheeljack yelled back at Prowl, breaking into a run, which then led to him performing a small hop. As his body left the ground, it begun to spin and twist around, metal plates adjusting, panels swinging around and sliding into place, his humanoid shape shifting into a white car in a matter of seconds. He begun to drive off, his plan simple. Open up one of his car doors, slide into the human and knock her inside, and then drive off. Might rough up her legs a bit, but Wheeljack had a feeling she wouldn't feel it. Besides, that would be preferable to being exploded by a missile or something like that. He drove towards her, kicking up dust and dirt, mentally preparing himself. If he messed up, he would just run her over, and he was preeeeeeeeeetty sure that wouldn't be a good thing. "If I begin to spin right there, at this speed, it sho-!"

He was kicked out of his thoughts when he suddenly saw something appear in front of him, causing him to try to skid to a halt. He could do nothing but watch as the general was blasted with plasma, wiping her from this plane of existence. Before he could do ANYTHING else, he suddenly felt something slam on his good of him, the sudden impact stunning him for a moment. "Gah, come on!" He complained, trying to get his bearings back together, when he felt something drop ontop of him. The beeping told him it was a bomb, and from the size of it, a pretty decently sized one. Wheeljack looked Skywarp over with his visor, a flash of anger as he threatened Prowl. He begun to think, running through the possibilities.

Not the possibilities of how to get out of this, no. The list of possibilities that could lead somebody to thinking what Skywarp just did was in any way a good plan. "Ah, I can think about it later." He would have shrugged if he wa sin robot mode, but instead he just peeled out, heading towards the Seeker as fast as possible. Sure, Skywarp had jumped back...but Wheeljack was a car. He could close the distance in no time, and the scientist had a feeling the Seeker wasn't ready to sacrifice himself to get rid of an enemy. He transformed once again, lunging towards the black and purple jet bot with an arm reached out. The other arm? Ready to rip off the explosives if the Seeker lived up to his name, which should give Wheeljack just enough time to throw them towards the other seekers.

This was, of course, all depending if Prowl just didn't shoot him in the head as soon Skywarp turned around to mock Wheeljack for moving, which was something he had a feeling the Seeker was looking forward to. But Wheeljack was gonna beat him to the punch! "Man, you just wanted to look cool, didn't you? You ever stopped to realize car modes go faster than robot modes can jump?"

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Bludgeon made a sound that was somewhere between amused and impressed. "I'm surprised one of them was able to complete the mission. I'm less surprised the fool is just standing around for a counter-attack." Bludgeon wasn't to lie and say the Seekers were weak. No, on the contrary, they could easily be some of the most fearsome warriors of the entire Decepticon army. There was a reason they were well known, after all. The problem they had, however, was easily seen with Skywarp. There was nothing stopping him from jabbing his knives directly into Prowl's spark, or from blasting Wheeljack with the same plasma cannon used on the general, or simply activating the explosives as soon as he was far enough away. But he thought he had won, so he was going to gloat. A mistake that had taken down the most powerful of warriors in the past. This was what Bludgeon had meant. On one on one combat, only Starscream would be of value, and mowing down legions of grunts and killing humans was something any decently prepared cybertronian could do

Then Wheeljack proceed to act on the obvious flaws in Skywarp's actions, and a darkly amused face appeared on Bludgeon. "It might ruin the image I have, but if the fool actually ends up blowing himself up, I'm not going to be able to stop my laughter." He thought, suddenly realizing something as he watched the scene. Standing straight up , dusting off the arm that was leaning on the throne. He walked forward, moving closer to one of the command center workers. He placed a hand on the Con's shoulder, leaning in near his head. He said nothing, as he felt the working shaking, an aura of pure fear coming off of him. He wouldn't harm a fellow Decepticon outside of battle, but the utmost fear these lesser beings felt around him gave him great amusement, so he was silent for a few moments to enjoy it. However, he did come over here for a reason, so he soon gave a request. "Could you have one of the monitors zoom in on the black and white autobot? The one with the black visor?"

"Y-Y-Yes s-sir." The worker answer, choosing a smaller monitor to zoom in on Prowl.

"Thank you." Bludgeon answered, heading back towards Megatron. The worker had never felt so much relief in a single moment, not in his entire life.

"Megatron." He spoke, his voice just high enough that only the silver machine could hear him. "That is Barricade's old partner, correct?" He didn't need to ask, he already knew. He also knew that, once again, he was proven right about the Seekers. It was only pure, dumb luck that kept Skywarp from dying. To think, if he had actually succeeded in killing Prowl, he would have found himself mutilated and injured beyond recognizance, forced to suffer until Bludgeon had deemed him punished enough.


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