This is my first story, which is going to put a new twist on the whole kids becoming autobots.
"With Orion Pax gone we have no one to translate the Iocon records so Megatron keeps making me find out what this liquid is," thought Knock-out. "No mater how many times I look at this I cant find any matches in our database," he yelled out loud as he hit his servos and faceplate on the computer board.
"Match found," intoned the computer. Knockout bolted upright.
"I stand corrected," Knockout said to no one in particular.
The computer continued in its monotone voice. "Analysis indicates this is a form of energon with artificial origins."
"A synthetic energon!" Knockout exclaimed to himself, "Is it possible for us to make more?"
"No possibilities lie in our database," replied the computer.
"Then check human databases," he said in an exasperated tone, slamming the computer with his fist. The computer was silent for quite a while. Just as knockout was about to apply some physical persuasion the computer gave a single tone.
"One possibility found."
"Well, what is it," he asked.
"By using a repurposed cell and inserting the necessary components, it would be possible to make more."
"Organic…" thought Knockout. Soon Knockout had an evil look on his face. "Lord Megatron," he yelled running out of the room.
Meanwhile, on a long stretch of Nevada desert road a young looking teenager is gripping the handlebars of his tricked out blue Japanese turbo charged motorcycle. He did not have a pleasant look on his face.
"Arcee for the millionth time I do not have a crush on Cieara," Jack exclaimed as the wind whipped across his helmet.
"O really," the motorcycle asked through a speaker in his helmet.
"Yes really! My crush isn't on Cieara," Jack said.
"Then wh-"
Arcee never got the chance to finish her sentence. A blast slammed into her side and knocked her and Jack to the side of the road.
"What was that?" He tried slowly to rise to his feet but he failed. After several more attempts he realized he couldn't feel his legs. Slowly he looked down to his legs and saw in horror what had happened. His left leg was gone, just a bleeding stub hanging uselessly from his hip. His other leg was no better, all that was left from it was a thigh bleeding through the shreds of his jeans. His head started spinning from the blood loss.
"Arcee," he moaned weakly. But there was no reply. The blast had knocked her out as well. Jack was fading fast from the shock, he knew he didn't have much time left. As he began to blackout from blood loss and shock a voice shook him back from the brink.
"Well, well, well, Jack," said a dark and twisted voice.
"Airachnid," Jack spat in disgust.
"I am here on Megatrons orders to bring you in alive." She gave jack an appraising look. "Judging from the looks of you, I just might fail in that mission."
Jack couldn't see straight. He had lost a lot of blood and his femoral artery was gushing his life's blood out of him at a wicked pace.
"For what," he moaned. She picked him up in a surprisingly gentle way and used her laser to cauterize the wounds in his legs.
"He didn't say, my guess is to torture and kill you."
"Jealous," he asked as the shock and blood loss finally took their toll and he passed out.
"A bit," She quickly transformed into her helicopter mode and sped off in the direction of the Nemesis.
A few minutes later Arcee's systems rebooted and she woke up to find her self in the med bay. She attempted to get up, but a firm hand kept her in place.
"Arcee," Ratchet said, "if you try getting up, the patches I've put in you will rupture."
From the other side of the room the deep baritone voice of Optimus rang out. "Arcee what happened?"
"Optimus, I'm not sure. I thought, just before my shut down, I saw Airachnid-"
She quickly bolted up, "Jack!" And then she sunk back to the table, sparks flying from her left leg.
"They stole Jack," she moaned weakly.
Back on Nemesis Jack found himself strapped to a large operating table. He felt a small zap and awoke with a jolt. He looked around the dim room and found himself staring into the evil face of Megatron.
"Well Jack," boomed his sadistic voice, "it is good to talk face to face once more."
Jack found his voice, "Hello … Megatron. Still as ugly as ever."
Another shock ripped through Jack's body.
"Be thankful we need you alive young human, or I would have already tortured and killed you a hundred times over."
"Forget it Megatron, I won't tell you the location of the base if that is what you are after. You might as well just start the electroshocks again."
Another round of charges zapped through Jack's body as Megatron chuckled.
"Oh no, young Jack, we need you for something really special."
As he said those words jack felt a cold stab in his back and jack fell into a deep sleep.
"Very special indeed."