A/N: Hey people... This is what I wrote since I couldn't write anything for Forgotten... or anything else. Anyways, it's been like... cripes, last year. I've been dead. But I've been trying to write some Transformer stories, when I really should try to do my Forgotten bits again. Sigh.

Anyways, this is just a fun story for me to write, and it's supposed to be about 30k so I'm happy about that. Not just the number, but I have managed to dwindle things down until I can actually end a story! First time in history! Of course, some things are still being written, but I've got pretty much everything written. But uh... yeah just something for my strangler readers still hanging on. I'm so sorry people, please forgive me.

On the other note, I've been trying to write other things, and I have another Transformers fanfic in the process of being written, as well as ANOTHER one being thought out and experimented. Yeah, obsessed with Transformers. On the OTHER note- not many people are updating either, so eh. Can't be helped. Except for Lunar Mist. You rock. PS: Made a skull cake- it looked like it was decaying! ITS SO AWESOME!

Alright, guess I should get going. Throat hurts, blech.

PS: I wrote this part months ago, so yeah I forget what happens. Havent been feeling good but hopefully that won't affect the story or my other writings. Anyone want to see more Transformer fanfics from me? Yes, I will get back to Forgotten soon and will probably start all over again like I've been planning on doing.

I felt that Bluestreak needed more love, hopefully I've written him well.

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::We are here, we are waiting.::

DESTINATION: 40:8265;675

LOCATION TAKEN AT: 89:6475;72-1

ESTIMATED TIME TILL IMPACT: 82:43:26…25…24

April 26th, 2010.

2:13:56

A moan lifted up from parted lips, telling the torture the owner was enduring. "Almost the end of April and still no rain." It was true. Since the small amount of snow had melted from the past winter, there had not been a rain shower broadcasted nor hinted in the entire region. The average of 96 degrees in the hot and humid air of the island base had not been merciful for human nor machine. Vehicles broken down within the past week were either still in shops or cautiously driven in the inactive cities across the waters, most not wanting to get out of the A/C cooled buildings to do their daily duties. Even on the island of Diego Garcia the sea was breathless, desperate for air as not a breeze helped the situation. The heavy air threatened to overheat most of the hardworking soldiers at a local military base that captured all of the island, but unfortunately their god did not install an internal cooling system like of those recently discovered and allied.

Over a hundred years ago, the first of many were discovered. Frozen and enclosed in a hulk of ice, the bulk of an alien species was discovered in the lands of Antarctica. Trapped in the boulder of ice, was none other than the treacherous leader of the Decepticons, a faction of the alien race humans would soon be allied with and against in the years to come. Hundreds of years was not a long wait, however, when the outcomes were great. As it turns out, the power of the alien race, the AllSpark, had landed on the human populated planet of Earth. It was the life force for this mysterious mechanical race, which brought and took away life when it was time. In it, it was believed that all the 'souls' of the mechanical race were pooled, where they would spend the rest of their times in peace within their 'mother', their ultimate creator.

Years after the first was discovered and kept frozen in a top secret US military facility, more, enemies and allies alike, had come to reclaim their missing artifact. Fights ensued before and after Megatron was thawed out, and more will follow as long as one faction existed in the universe. Thankfully for the humans, the other faction, the Autobots, had came before much trouble could be brought upon the planet. They fought for all sentient beings of the universe, wishing for all life to live while they fought the Decepticons, who only wanted to bring life back to their home planet and nothing else. They would crush every other species of life for the AllSpark, in order to bring the life back to their planet, while the Autobots fought for the same ultimate purpose, but striving for the other sentient beings to still exist.

Thankfully and unfortunately, their battles settled on the little dirt planet called Earth. Unknown to nearly all of the human race, they are kept to secrecy, hoping not to bring any more innocent life into their alien war.

Humans, whether they like it or not, fight alongside the Autobots for the existence of their race. Most do not want anything to do with the mechanical beings, but have little options otherwise. Others have grown to tolerate, or if you are special, befriend the friendly aliens.

Years ago a high school boy was discovered by both Decepticons and Autobots alike, withholding some information indirectly leading to the location of their precious AllSpark. He, upon receiving his first car who was an Autobot in hiding, had his fate sealed the moment he tried to sell his great grandfather's glasses on eBay. You see, the grandfather was one of those who had discovered the frozen Decepticon leader generations before, and his glasses contained information of the AllSpark from having a sliver of it trapped in its casings. His name is Samuel Witwicky. Not much longer, his girlfriend, Mickaela Banes, was brought into the war as well. After years of going to college, one side striving for a semi-normal life while the other enthralled in the strange experiences, and living with the alien beings, they now visited their Autobot friends on the island of Diego Garcia.

Mikaela, fanning her face with a hand as the sun tried to penetrate through the building that brought them slight relief, cursed the sun and whoever was sick enough to think that they deserved it. Sam sat near her on the cooler tiled floors, nodding breathlessly in agreement. His curly hair was matted to his head with sweat, as her own hair stuck to her neck despite the high ponytail she had wrestled it into hours before.

Across the room the Autobot medic, Ratchet, sighed again, muttering about the inferior designs of humans with the lack of an internal cooling system. Though he was sworn by the code of protecting the organic beings, even he had a limit of how long he could go without cursing some of their flaws. They felt too much, their emotions ran wild, and they complained. A lot.

The heat had been boiling down on the heat defenseless island for weeks, since the last of their 'winter' had dwindled away as the sun evaporated any trace of snow with the unexpected heatwave. Last week the temperatures had escalated into the hundreds, resulting in countless of dehydrated humans falling victim to heatstroke and other minor cases of simply fainting. At another complaint across the room, he threw down a wrench. His own cooling systems were having trouble keeping up with the merciless heat.

"Alright, that's enough! Go complain on your own time and get your afts outta my bay!" His optics pierced the group of sweating humans, making them look uneasy and quickly do as he ordered, not wanting one of those wrenches thrown their way. The two other humans directly behind him merely looked on, too exhausted to neither complain nor comply. He scrutinized them with his narrowed optics, a scowl etched on his faceplates. Sam tried for a goofy grin, hoping to get on the grouchy medic's good side without success, and only managed a tired lopsided grin.

"Come on Ratchet, we can't help it." The older medic grunted, folding his armored arms across his chassis.

"Then I guess you'd rather stay here in the 'too hot' and 'muggy' medbay while you could be in the lower levels that still contain air conditioning." He tilted his head at 'too hot' and 'muggy' mockingly, raising an optic ridge when the two barely matured adults perked up and scooted out of the medical bay faster than thought possible, shouting a 'thanks Ratchet!' over their shoulders. He shook his mighty head with a gruff laugh, turning back to his medical berth to tweak with his current project, muttering to himself once more.

The heat had been tinkering with the human machines that brought cooled air through the vents; the generators threaten to overheat in midday. It was hazardous to the organics' health, and it only made the mechanic beings crankier than normal whenever their organic counterparts complained or sloppily got in their way. But the heat had started effecting the mechs as well, yesterday Ironhide's systems threatened to overheat when he was off on a rage. Now he has orders to be kept to the lower parts of the base, the restricted yet cooler areas, in order to lessen the threat. Now, it only made his temper rise with the restrictions, but now the humidity cannot clog up his systems as much.

Ratchet had been throwing wrenches much more, the short tempered but normally reasonable medic being pepper sprayed with the victims of heat, and those who could move quickly learned to try and keep their fluid levels up to resist direct contact with the contradicting medic. Ironhide's own temper had shorted dramatically until the fuse was but an inch long, barely able to stand those who travel around the base each and everyday, forcing those in his path to prance away from his heavy feet like deer. The normal overly friendly, talkative, human-loving Bumblebee needs his down time, though tries his best to help his friends, human and Autobot alike. Even Optimus, under mountains and mountains of paperwork and duties, has been affected by the heat. Though he can handle great amounts of stress, even he has a limit.

Said leader was sitting at his desk, trying desperately not to allow his thoughts to lead to the darker side, trying to steady his tightening hands as he listened to the droning politician. The same man was sitting on Prime's desk near the stairs leading to the ground floor, dabbing at his shining bare crown as he fought to regain his breath after each taken. His voice was airy, breathless in the humid air of the Autobot leader's office.

The tall and proud leader of the Autobots, who has fought battle upon battle against their foes who took up the name Decepticons, was currently having a battle with himself as he struggled to contain his distain with the monotone but shaky visitor. He knew what the man was talking about, even knew the outcome of the proposal, the text, the answer, the results and reactions. The pudgy man stuck dressed in the uniformed suit was trying to persuade, like many before him, to have Optimus loan the humans some of their Cybertronian technology and weapons. Optimus knew that the younger species would only use it for destruction and not the defense like they promised they would. With power came greed, and both would bring upon destruction of their little green planet.

The humans, so young and naïve, would only challenge the other nations across waters, to get them to attack first before going on the offensive. He was not blind to their greedy ways, how they starved for power as his race did many millennia ago. They would fight, war upon war, until the single nation overtook the entire planet, before beginning the start of their take over in the universe. Only to be pushed down.

They have not been the first race to be like this, neither has his own, and they certainly are not the only species in the universe with this nature. Though the short-lived species of Earth, the humans, were so much more complex than what he had imagined. Their feelings, emotions, thoughts; they all had to be enormous to make up for their short life spans. Which brought upon unreasonable thinking, which brought upon more destruction. He could see that the more they pressed and came up with new leaders who were like them, that the only last result would be destruction for them and their planet.

He held up a mighty hand, a human gesture he picked up when they heeded silence, tired at the constant bothering on the single topic.

"Thank you Mr. Kophler, but my answer stays the same. Our technology will not be shared." Ourweaponrywillnotbeusedformoredestruction. The reaction, he knew and saw, was the same as the last. The pudgy man's face contorted into one that looked almost pained, 'constipated' the charge Samuel Witwicky commented once, before he huffed and angrily left for the stairs, disappearing from view. After what felt like too long, the man finally left the Autobot leader's office through the human sized door.

Prime's vents cycled heavily as soon as the reassuring 'click' of the door was amplified with the angered exit. He felt his body relax, his shoulder slumping as he clumsily brought up a hefty hand to rub at his helm and faceplates. This scene, this… structure, was never to be seen by one of his own, much less the smaller beings themselves. This was the look of a defeated leader, one that he was not. He was tired, the heat getting to him as well despite the caution he had placed within the last few months. He was stressed and exhausted and, for the first time in a while, wished that someone else had his place and he was just another ignorant soldier under their command, blindly following leaders without the guilt and complicity that came with being a leader.

All too late he cursed the thought, reeling it back into the small box he had chained up and kept hidden in the basements of his mind.

He was leader; his soldiers and friends looked up to him and expected him to make the best of decisions. They were his responsibility, and he would make sure that he kept them safe and alive. No one else could do the work of a prime but another prime himself, nor did he expect anyone else to. He had taken up the role, no matter how reluctant he was in the beginning, so naïve to the rules of war, and he would not back down if it meant having his spark fade for the second and last time.

A small knock from a human made him regain his composure, feeling the wires in his shoulders and arms tighten as he prepared for yet another politician to try and get him to agree to their terms. Already he had to go head to head against Galloway whenever he 'visited', and now more and more of his lackeys are trying to persuade the Autobot leader that he had no choice but to prepare for the worse that the humans could do, short for them completely cutting them off and forcing them off their planet. Optimus knew that they were required to stay on the green and blue planet with the threat of lingering Decepticons, but he doubted that the humans would see it the same way, if not a scratch. No, he shook his head. Theheatisgettingtoyou.ThehumansunderstandenoughtoknowthattheDecepticonswouldtakethemoverifgiventhechance.

Not only the heat, but the stress. The stress of lingering Decepticons, the fact that his allies were scattered amongst the universe with only the dim hope of getting to their new home safely, and the fact that their entire existence was surely to diminish after a matter of time. Despite the fact that they live to be thousands of years old, their existence would be terminated with the lack of the AllSpark. His mind was brought back to when it was destroyed, thrusted into the spark of his brother, Megatron, leader of the Decepticons. It was a shame that his brother was tainted with the greed of power, and the indifference to other species. Their ultimate goals were the same, to bring life back to their home of Cybertron, but the process was too different to negotiate.

"Having a bad day, chief?" His mind was brought back to the present, his optics landing on the familiar, and relieving, form of William Lennox. Despite the situation and how the past few years have been, the Autobot leader managed to give a chuckle.

"If only, my friend. What can I do for you?" Over the past few years, since the beginning of it all on this planet, the friendship of human and Autobot has grown between certain people, Lennox being one of the special few. Will's face fell a bit, growing grim, alerting the mechanical being that the news would not be as pleasant as he would have liked.

"Barricade has been sighted in Oregon, Washington, and Idaho within the past three weeks. We believe that he's in Nevada now." A Decepticon on the move was never good news, whether it was to try and get back under the Autobot radar or planning an attack on the humans to get under the government's skin. But leaving the confines of California was suspicious. Even more so was coming within the state of one of the Autobot bases, was the Decepticon wanting something? A fight perhaps, or was he taunting his enemies and challenging them. Optimus' face turned down even more, wondering just what the strangler was planning. With a hefty sigh, he stood from where he sat, holding a flat hand down to his human friend as he rounded his desk. Will quickly hopped on before Optimus walked towards the door, used to being carried whenever the Autobots wanted to get somewhere fast.

He walked the halls, exhausted soldiers lazily getting out of his way before they could get trampled, though all knew that Optimus wouldn't allow such a thing even with the threat of the heat overpowering everyone.

As he went to gather intel and relay the information to those going on the mission and staying to guard the base, he thought he felt a small ominous feeling bubble in the back of his mind, whispering secrets and questions untold.