This was inspired by the story: Son of the stars by Elhini Prime and the newest movie: Age of extinction. This is my first TP Fic so please go easy. Word of warning, Jack is a Cybertronian in this and the Autobots already know, since Optimus was the one who told him. Not sure if this will be a Jack and Arcee romance but we'll see, depending on what you guys want anyway. So as you can tell everything belongs to Hasbro and all that shit, Start reading!
Earth is now In ruins. Three months after the Optimus and most of the Autobots went back to Cybertron, the human terrorist faction MECH have gained access to Cybertronian teknowledgy weapons from studying the transformers and have used it to gain control of the planet, starting world war 3. A year later MECH used multiple Cybertronian nukes that wiped out any resistance that could stand against them. Soon after, local governments began to fall until only a few factions of resistance remain, still fighting against the odds. Jackson Darby/Valor Prime and the few surviving Autobots under his command have gone into hiding. Why? They are being hunted. One by one. Someone wants to get Optimus Prime, but doesn't know the location of his whereabouts. The only way to capture him would be to hunt the closest thing he cares about most, his son, Jackson Darby, and to kill any others in the way.
Earth, 2015. Four years after Optimus Prime left for Cybertron.
The night was cold and quiet. Something not common these days in the modern time. The Air was whistling over the hills as stars littered the sky, dotting all over the place. People always wondered what was out there, out in the galaxy. If humanity wasn't alone. But now, people don't care about petty thoughts like that anymore. They don't think of anything else but the need to survive. To fight for a tomorrow. Though as the years pass on, everyone still stays in the same system as before. Run, fight, Hide, and repeat. They start to wonder why if it's even worth saving their own planet because of what it has been rendered into. The planet once filled with large green forest teaming with wildlife and vast neon blue oceans with Cities on the mainlands dotted over the globe, is nothing more than a wasteland. All forests have been burnt down and turned into vast giant desserts and oceans have dried up or are covered in too much radiation to drink from, While every major city lay in ruins and nothing but rubble. Ever since MECH fired the nukes, they have been in control. slowly wiping out any survivors from the resistance. When humanity was at the mercy of MECH, every civilian and soldier joined and formed the resistance faction called "Red Flag" and fought MECH with everything they have to retake earth in hopes of rebuilding a future for the remainder of humanity.
The quiet night was soon filled with the distant sound of chopper blades spinning as a camouflaged Black Hawk hovered through the night sky, moving over the mountains into a canyon beyond. Soldiers sat strapped in the cabin of the aircraft, each having an emblem of a blood red flag over a human skull patched on to their armored shoulder piece. Each and every member were equipped with a Glock handgun and M4 assault rifles all loaded with Cybertronian armor piercing rounds. Designed to be fired at MECHS augmented super soldiers. Each member wore military combat breathing masks to help assist them when passing through areas where the air became too toxic and hazardous. All but one female figure who sat playing music on the speakers of rock origin. She had two pigtails with a streak of pink running down a few strands of her hair. The female was of asian origin with hazel shaded eyes.
"Miko for fuck sakes turn that shit off!" One of the males shouted in annoyance.
"No way! You have no idea how long it's been since I've listened to this! This will probably be the last time I hear it too." The female named Miko argued back.
The same soldier glared at her. "Turn it off. Now. That's an order corporal!"
Miko moaned in defeat. "Fine!" she shouted over the noise of the music and the engines of the chopper. She then moved over and pulled out her CD and placed it back in a side pocket in her armor.
As the shriek metal rock music stopped playing, every soldier released a sigh of relief, glad that it was over. "Thank god it stopped!" A Private at the back yelled. Miko, however was not amused in the slightest. "Oh shut up, Jenkins." she said while poking out her tongue at him. This earned a chuckle from the others as well. The Sergeant in charge of the group spoke up. "And you wonder why you never get promoted. Wait, weren't you demoted for twice for stealing one of the jeeps a few months back?" He called out.
The young woman huffed and folded her arms. "I didn't steal it! I just borrowed it for dune bashing. That's all. But mister tight ass Fowler decided to demote me for it." She explained overdramatically.
Jenkins then spoke up with a smirk on his face. "Yeah, but you can't blame him for that. It was his personal transport after all." Miko only shrugged in response. "So? Just because he no longer has his jet doesn't mean he has an automatic claim to anything he wants." She said. Not budging from her opinion. Before she could be able to say anymore the pilot spoke over the personal COM through the soldiers headsets. "Okay ladies and gentlemen, we're touching down at HQ in ETA 60 seconds."
The Sargent nodded before he activated his COM to reply. "Copy that Pilot." He then glanced at the troops in the cabin seated around him. "Strap in people, we're about to touch down." There was a chorus of "yes sir!" before the troopers fell silent. Miko glanced out the side of the chopper and spotted the structures and complexes of there home, Red Flag HQ. Home of the resistance. The Massive spotlights lit up the grounds, given Miko a clear view of the rows and rows of vehicles lined in the vehicle deposes. The masses of soldiers guarding and patrolling at different posts. She spotted the towers that housed the massive AA guns placed all around the HQ. There were camps that held refugees and other civilians for those that lost their home during the war. The command center was the largest complex out of the rest. It was built into the bottom of the cliff face leading into an underground bunker. Her eyes then saw the airfield with the hanger bays placed on the side of the runway. The Black Hawk made its decent down to one of the landing pads beside the hanger. As the aircraft landed and powered down, all of the soldiers filed out of the chopper and moved towards hanger bay 3. "Home sweet home." Miko whispered to herself before following her squadmates.
As the squad moved through the hanger the Sargent spoke up. "Alright people, we're home. Go to the mess hall and grab something to eat then catch some shuteye. You all have earned it. I'll report to command myself and brief them on our mission. Now all of you get out of here, that's an order." The squad members snapped a salute to the Sergeant and moved off to the mess hall. Miko on the other hand just walked back to her quarters to jump back into her bed. She typed the password in for the lock of her door and moved in closing it behind her. She placed the M4 on her table and dropped her mask on the steel floor. She fell on her bed with a relaxed sigh, tired from today's mission. her eyes caught sight of something on the corner of her table. She reached out and grabbed it, bringing it closer to examine. It was a Photograph of her, Jack(when he was still human), Raf and the Bots before the war started. She felt an emotion of sadness, remembering all the good times they had together, the times when she and Bulkhead got up to no good. Now, most of the Autobots left and went to their home to rebuild Cybertron, While Jack and a few others remained to protect earth. What they didn't expect was for MECH to fire the Nukes and wipe out everything in sight. It's been three years since jack and the other Bots were seen. Miko hides it well but she is now beginning to fear the worst. She tightened her grip on the photograph and exhaled a breath she didn't know she was holding. She continued to gaze into the image, lost in old memories with the Autobots before the war began. She was quickly brought out of her trance when her earpiece started beeping. Miko groaned loudly to herself. "Why couldn't Command leave her alone? Why am I the only one they always call on my recovery periods?".The girl asked herself before answering the COMM by pressing the receive button in the center of the device. "Yeah, Corporal Nakadai here, what is it?" Miko muttered into to COM link.
"Miko, it's Raf, me and Fowler got something you need to see. it's...it's important." Raf whispered hesitantly through the link. Miko frowned, something didn't feel right. "Raf? What going on? Fowler still isn't pissed about the Jeep, is he?" She replied with a hint of sarcasm in her words. But the tone of Rafs voice caused her concern. "This isn't a joke Miko. This is worrying. Just meet us at the command center as soon as you can." He responded. Miko went silent for a moment before she spoke. "Al...Alright, see you soon Raf." She then shut off her earpiece and slowly got off the bed and moved to the door. Before she left her quarters she glanced at the faded photo once more before she tucked it into a side pocket. The young woman then moved from the barracks towards the Command center to see what Raf was worried about.
(moments later...)
As Miko Passed through the long hallways towards the war room where Raf and Fowler told to meet, She felt a sense of unease in her gut before she entered through the automatic doors. She gathered her courage an entered. Standing by the holographic war table stood Fowler, in full body armor that had seen better days. Strands of gray growing through his jet black hair. His eyes were slightly shrunken due to lack of sleep and the war taking its toll on him.
Raf was beside him, dressed in civilian clothing wearing worn out shoes and jeans with ripped holes around the knees. His hoodie was faded and had bullet holes through the arms. The glasses he wore had a crack on one of the lenses while his face and hair were dirty. He looked mentally depleted and exhausted but gave Miko a weak smile in greeting while Fowler merely nodded in her direction.
Miko walked up to the war table and glanced at the two of them. "So, what is this all about?" She asked. The two didn't reply at first, glancing at each other before speaking. Fowler decided to speak first. "At 0500 this morning, one of our recon units came across something 15 klicks south east of the ruins of Los Angeles. What they discovered was...disturbing." He moved his hand over a dashboard and pressed on a few keys. Multiple images of a Cybertronian corpse showed over the war table. Miko gasped at what she saw. She was unable to speak. "these are the remains of Autobot Ultra Magnus." Raf spoke with emotion in his words, threatening to overcome him. Fowler lowered his head in grief. Miko was shocked at seeing the dead body of the Autobot. He was a most trusted friend and always followed orders to the smallest detail. To see him dead was unbelievable there was a moment of silence between the three, a form of respect for the fallen commander of the wreckers. Mikos shoulders were giving small shakes when she tried to speak. "H..ho...how ddd did he die.?" She croaked. Raf looked at her with water filled eyes but responded none the lease. "He was killed by another Cybertronian. As you can see of the damage wounds. His arms were ripped off and bluster fire damaged the knee joints. But his chest was ripped open along with his spark. I don't know who did this but it was brutal." He forced himself to stop, unable to talk any further. Miko didn't understand. "But all the Deceptions are gone or dead! There is no way in hell that MECH could do that on their own." She yelled in disbelief eyes filled with anger. Fowler interrupted her before she could continue further. "No not on their own. they'd need Cybertronian help or vast numbers to do that. By the looks of the wounds on his body, it was a torcher interrogation." He said with disgust at the thought.
Raf managed to ask the question everyone wanted to know. "But why would they be interrogated for? MECH would simply kill them and use their bodies for weapons." Fowler's eyes narrowed then faced the images on the table once more. "Because their looking for someone." "But what for?" Miko said with confusion. Though had a sickening feeling that She already knew the answer.
Fowler then looked towards her eyes locked with hers. "I don't know Miko, but Jack and the rest of the Bots are being hunted, we just don't know who it is that's doing it."