Mike Orson sighed as he climbed down from the driver's seat. The day had been nothing short of a nightmare. "Giant robots, military, stupid kids," he grumbled. The day had been far too long to Mike's liking and it took everything he had to get the tow truck back. He still couldn't understand what it was that the government wanted with it in the first place, but now he had it back. Looking to the clock on his wall, he saw it was far too late for him to be at work. He took another long glance at his truck, seeing the broken rear window and smudges of dirt and grime from whatever that attack was, Mike decided he'd clean it up in the morning. But for now, he'd need to get some sleep. Shutting the lights off and setting the alarm to his shop, Mike locked up his shop and head for the bus to take him home.
The minutes ticked away in the silent garage where the banged up tow truck sat. The only sound was the ticking from the wall clock. On the floor, a single little brown mouse ran across the floor, searching for something to eat. It sat back on it's rear, taking a sniff in the air for any scent that would lead it to a meal, but it stopped, turning to look at the tow truck. The mouse stared for what seemed like a few seconds before a spark of energy washed over the dormant vehicle. The orange lights on the top of the cab flashed, it's headlights on it's high beam setting came on almost at a setting too high for any vehicle. It rattled and rocked, and quickly seemed to fall apart, but quickly began to rebuild its self. The shell split and morphed, the engine and internal parts unsnapped and reconnected into other possitions, contructing something that was not a truck, but humanoid in design. The machine rose up to it's full height, it's head hitting the ceiling of the garage. It's red eyes danced around the room, it's cybernetic brain obsorbing everything it took in. Lifting it's head, not hitting it into the ceiling this time around, it tapped into the local wi-fi cloud and accessed the world wide web. It's view was littered with constant information, downloading anything and everything it could find.
Taking in all it needed, the blue and white metal giant turned to the garage door big enough for him to make his exit. He approached, each step causing the loose tools around the room to jump. Scanning the door, he could easily tell it was rigged to set off an alarm should it be opened without deactivating it. Locating the alarm's panal, he gave it a simple scan, deactivating the alarm. With that out of the way, the robot turned to the door and lifted it open, only to see a red Chevy Cobalt and a dark blue and silver Silverado speed past, quickly followed by a black Topkick. Moving out into the street, he watched the two in front spin around, wheeles spinning almost out of control. The two began to shift and reform like the tow truck had, changing into two similar beings, but their heads were much more shaped like a single lens, like from a camera. The topkick didn't slow down, but also changed into a robot machine. It slid in, grabbing the transformed Silverado by the leg. It dragged the machine up when the topkick stood on it's fet, throwing the machine into a building wall.
Dropkick grunted, and stared up at a cannon aimed at his head. He looked to Swindle, watching as the red Decepticon didn't move as the Autobot who had chased them was now aiming the other gun at his red cohort. Ironhide for his part, smirked. To him, this was a chance to take out two more annoying Decepticons. "Time to send you two to the pit."
With his attention on Swindle, Dropkick activated his plasma cannons, his arms shifting to form his weapons. Ironhide looked in time, barely dodging the blast and letting it soar up and strike a building's edge. The Decepticon, rolled away, joining Swindle as the two began to fire onto Ironhide, who fired back, moving away while dodging or taken in each hit the two Decepticon's fired. All the while, no one noticed the blue and white tow truck rushing down the street, it's tires squealing as it spun around to release it's tow hook. The hook snatched at Swindle's head and quickly began to reel in, pulling the red Decepticon down. Swindle was suprised by the sudden attack and looked over to see the tow truck shift and transform, the tow hook leading to it's right arm. With a mighty tub, Swindle was launched into the robot's direction, only to be met with a left cloven fist that sent him crashing into the very garage building it had come from. The tow hook and line shifted again, turning into a cannon on it's arm and fired, striking Dropkick in the back.
Swindle was back on his feet and into the fight, tackeling the newcomer into another building, but was quickly lifted up and slammed into the same wall. Dropkick began to stand but his head was grabbed by Ironhide, who threw him up into the second floor of a building. Turning to Swindle, he fired his right cannon and knocked the annoying red Decepticon away from the unknown bot. Swindle twisted in the air but landed in his car form, speeding away once more. Dropkick leapt down from the building and changed as well, nearly running over the new bot that had aided Ironhide. Ironhide ran forward, stopping as he saw the two just disappear around the corner. Giving a grunt of annoyance, he turned to the unknown bot who stood silently watching him with cold eyes. He approached, stopping only a few feet from the white and blue bot. It's weapon shifted, forming into a full right arm and hand. "Though I didn't need it, thanks for the help," Ironhide said. "What's your name?"
The nameless bot looked confused for a second, looking down to the ground and then to his arm, watching his cloven hand flex into a fist. He stared up at Ironhide who seemed to be waiting for his answer, and stated, "I am Longarm..."
Autor's Note:
The first of more I hope. I don't know why, but looking at the toy I just off the bat liked the Autobot Longarm. I would like to see him in action, but don't think it would happen, so I decided to write a version of his awakening after the battle. In the movie, yea his tow truck form was a GMC truck of some kind, one I couldn't identify, so I'm sticking with what I could find on Wikipedia, which said he was a Ford F-350. Dropkick was loosely derived from a Chevrolet Silverado and Swindle is suppose to be a Sports Coupe that resembles a Chevrolet Cobalt