I know, it's a bit of a shock that I decided to post up the sequel, but my muse could not be contained. This story takes place two months after Birth, and this one is going to be a tad bit shorter than it. Huh, I guess it depends upon my muse really. I suppose I should say that I'm a little bit crazy for starting up this story, but there's been crazy before in the past.

This story is a bit of a filler that takes place in between Birth and Future. I thought we could take a break from the main plotline and march on forward to this one because my muse was being a pain. Alright... stupid excuse, but after this chapter, I'm going to focus a bit on Guardian Angel and Brother My Brother, I miss those stories terribly, so...

If you haven't read Birth, here's a list of some of the characters and their vehicle modes that I chose for them. These cars exist if you care to look them up. They were not picked on random, rather they were based upon the characters' personalities and whatnot.

Rodimus Prime - red Ford GTX1 with amber and orange flames on the bonnet and sides

Arcee - byzantine McLaren MP4-12C

Prowl - black and white 2007 Dodge Challenger Police Car

Wheeljack - white 2008 Nissan Titan Crew Cab Pro-4x

Springer - dark green 2011 Ford Interceptor Concept/Customized Cybertronian Jetfighter

Skyfire - gray B-1B Lancer Bomber

Windrazor - marble white B-1A Lancer Bomber

Hound - army green Jeep Wrangler Unlimited

Scattershot - brown 9K52 Luna-M

First Aid - cream Dodge Magnum SRT-8

We've also got time units that I've decided to use to my advantage and were used with permission of the person who thought of them.

Nano-klik = 1 second
Micro-klik = 10 seconds
Klik = 1 minute
Nano-cycle = 10 minutes
Micro-cycle = Hour
Cycle = Day
Mega-cycle = Week
Deca-cycle = Month
Ano-cycle = Year
Giga-cycle = Decade
Vorn = Century


May 4th, 2013

A bright cast of sunlight shone down upon the broad landscape that was the Bonneville Salt Flats. The rays made the salt particles look almost look like crystal that glimmered brightly. A vulture hovered above the silver land as it searched endlessly for any signs of dead or dying creatures that may have wandered into the unknown. However, what it found instead was quite an unusual sight indeed to its eyes. It flew in for a closer look to investigate what it could see, using its binocular vision to get a clearer sight.

Far beneath its hovering form, a strange looking dust storm was being kicked up and revving engines was heard from far below. Much to the vulture's surprise, there was a strange looking monster that was zooming ahead of the dust storm, its strange byzantine coloured body shone brightly in the spring sunshine. The exterior design of the monster was streamlined and feminine, giving it an aerodynamic feel to those that looked at it from afar.

From behind the byzantine monster were three others that had different coloured bodies compared to the byzantine one. The second one was of amber yellow with a pair of black racing stripes running along its nose, back and behind. The third one was completely silver with no back covering its soft inner design. The last one was that was far behind the others, however, was very different from the other three. Instead of just being one colour like the rest, it's exterior was ruby red that shone brightly when it was caught by the sun's rays, it's nose and sides were lined with amber and orange flames that twisted and turned in a variety of different directions, stretching until they just reached the end of the monster's tail.

What the vulture didn't know was that these were vehicles, vehicles that were copied from the original designs made by humans and placed into the internal data banks by visitors from the heavens above.

And these four vehicles were those visitors from the heavens and having a good time together.

That is except for the one at the far end of the group.

Unlike the others, the ruby and amber coloured vehicle was born from a strange alien cube that had given him life and had forced him to run for his life. Now, he was part of his newfound people and lived happily as their leader. Having the processor of a child but the body of an adult made some of them question, whisper behind his back and call him a name he never really liked, thus forcing him to leave them. If it had been for a certain event, he would not be back amongst friends and comrades and leading them.

"Come on, you mechs!" the byzantine coloured vehicle in the front shouted in a feminine voice. "You can't even keep up with me! You're all eating my dust!"

"Easy for you to say, Arcee," snapped the silver Corvette. "You're always one step ahead of us, even after Rodimus gave us the fraggin' head start!"

"You're all so slow," Arcee laughed. "Now I know Rodimus winning that last race was really a fluke!"

Rodimus Prime laughed from far behind the other Autobots. It felt good to get away from the base and from his duties, despite how he secretly told Prowl that he would be in charge of the base for a little while. The feeling of the warm sun on his armour and the wind blowing past his chassis made him feel very much alive. He had nothing to worry about and nothing to bother him except enjoy the company of his guardians, Bumblebee and Sideswipe, and his good femme friend Arcee.

While he had given his friends a head start in the race just to be fair, considering how they kept on annoying him about how he always won the races, it just felt very good to know that life was not throwing Decepticons at him and his Autobots. From what Prowl had reported, the Decepticons had been quiet over the past two months after the Autobots had destroyed both the Nemesis and Harbinger.

It puzzled Rodimus greatly, but it didn't bother him much. Besides, he had more important things to worry about.

"Come on, Rodimus! Show us your stuff, or are you too much of a chicken to challenge me anymore?" Arcee mocked him over the com-link.

"You're going to regret ever challenging me, Arcee!" Rodimus growled back, his engine revved violently as he began to pick up speed and closing the gap between him and the others.

"Frag it, Arcee, now you've done it," Bumblebee laughed from ahead. "You do know what happens when you challenge Roddy, don't you?"

Bumblebee was right. Nobody ever challenged Rodimus anymore ever since he had become Prime. Though he was small in stature and wasn't very strong compared to Optimus, he still made up for it with the skills he had received during the six years he had been alone before he had met the Autobots. His speed was completely unmatched and Arcee had suffered whenever she challenged him. She obviously wanted to prove that she was faster than him ever since he had beaten her during the 'last race' incident.

While Rodimus continued to close the gap between him and the others, he noticed that Sideswipe and Bumblebee had broken apart to let him through knowing that they could never outrace him anymore, even if they pushed their engines to their limit. He knew it was only because this race was mainly between him and Arcee.

The finishing line was only just a league away

Arcee seemed to sense that he was catching up and locked in her back tyres before switching on her nitro boosters. In a matter of seconds, she once again gained speed in order to get ahead of him. It didn't bother him in the slightest, as he never even had to use nitro boosters in the six years of life he had known. All he needed to do was push his engine to its highest maximum and he would be able to catch her in a matter of seconds.

Flipping up his newly applied spoiler to give him a more aerodynamic feel, he adjusted it slightly before he was sure it was the correct setting. Satisfied, he then shoved his gearstick into the highest setting and he felt himself flying across the salt lake. All the power was there when he needed it as he gained more and more ground, catching up with Arcee once more.

"So it wasn't a fluke," Arcee transmitted to Rodimus, a sigh escaping from her interiors as the young Prime finally came up alongside her. "Then I guess it's time to see who really is the fastest."

"You got that, Arcee," Rodimus laughed.

As the finishing line drew closer, Arcee and Rodimus continued to race side by side until he began to inch away from her. It seemed like there was going to be no chance of Arcee winning this race anytime soon, and the cheers of excitement from both Bumblebee and Sideswipe only gave Rodimus the encouragement he needed to push himself even further.

They zoomed across the finishing line, just as the shuttle took their photo, but Arcee knew in her spark that she had once again lost to Rodimus. Rodimus switched down his gearstick to the lowest point, skidding to a halt as he pulled a 360 degree turn in time to feel Arcee zipping by and she too came to skidding halt.

Transforming into their bipedal forms, Rodimus flickered his doorwings excitedly just as Arcee brushed some of the salt and dust from her byzantine armour with her left hand, a smile upon her lips. "You beat me once again, Rodimus," she sighed in defeat. "Now I know I can never beat you in a race."

Rodimus chuckled as he too brushed the dust off his armour. "You never know, Arcee," he smiled. "One day you might end up beating my winning streak. It will just take a lot of guts and a lot of maintenance exams from Ratchet in order to beat me."

The revving pair of engines signalled the arrival of Sideswipe and Bumblebee just as they reached them. They too transformed back into their robot forms and shook themselves to remove some of the dust that would have got in between their joints. From the feeling of their overheated bodies, they must have been exhausted from all that racing.

"Once again, Rodimus," Bumblebee chuckled, "you beat us, proving that you are the fastest."

Rodimus merely waved a dismissing hand at them. "Please, Bee," he smirked, "don't feed my overgrowing ego. It's big enough as it already is."

Arcee shook her head as Bumblebee and Sideswipe glanced at one another and smirked, their optics flashing with mischief and excitement. Arcee looked to Rodimus and was about to say something when she noticed that his doorwings had stiffened and his cyan optics started twitching unexpectedly.

"Rodimus, what's wrong?" Sideswipe asked worriedly.

Before Rodimus could answer, a massive blast of plasma knocked them all off their pedes, sending salt particles and dust flying through the air and coating them in it. Rodimus picked himself up off the ground and rushed to aid his friends just as a familiar F22 Raptor with alien tattoos covering his entire structure flew over them and transformed into a triangle shaped mech with a Decepticon symbol on imbedded in his forehead.

Following right behind him were at least five other Decepticons all in their Cybertronian armour. They peered down upon the group with leering red optics that focused on the small group of Autobots.

"Does that answer your question, Sides?" Arcee snapped angrily.

"Sometimes I wish my old life was dull..." Rodimus groaned as he pinched the bridge of his nose plate in annoyance. He backed up slightly as he felt his doorwings brush against Arcee's. They were standing completely back to back as they watched the enemy surround them. He even felt Bumblebee and Sideswipe draw a little closer as well as they too stood alongside him.

"When has it ever been dull?" Bumblebee smirked as he glanced over his shoulder at the young Prime.

Rodimus transformed his back into his plasma blaster. He could feel it hum with power and life. "We're going to be in one hell of a day, Autobots," he sighed.


Well, here's the first chapter completed. As you may notice, because it's not entirely part of the main storyline, this one will not get single word titles, but rather titles that suit the situation of the chapter. I hope you enjoy what I have in mind for this story, as it will be much shorter than Birth but will have a significant role to play. Please sit back and enjoy the ride, because next chapter you'll see just how much of a badass Rodimus has become over the past two months. Let's rock!