Author's Notes: Holy cow I have been inactive on this site for what seems like a dogs age. (My own fault, I haven't had much to contribute and I totally forgot my password.) In order to get some more feedback I decided to start posting again and chose this site as one of the places where I will post this fiction. The setting for this story could be considered to be an alternate movieverse or something. (Alternate in the sense that when the threequel comes out who knows what will happen.)
Disclaimer: All characters in this story belong to their respective owners. Namely Hasbro Inc. the creators and originators of the Transformers universe. The author makes no claims otherwise. This is a not-for-profit (IE Free) piece of fanfiction centered around the Transformers Movieverse. That is all.
I am a Decepticon by nature and it is always difficult to deceive those who would challenge me. My name originally was known as Jolt, but I soon discovered that unlike others of my kind – my name did not instill fear in my opponents.
One of the Autobots even went so far as to assume my identity and became a renowned warrior with unprecedented skill and cunning. The Autobot Jolt proved to be a mockery of my own pitiful existence. Therefore I simply chose to alter my status in life and also changed my name.
Some have erroneously classified me as an undead entity – while others have scientifically classified me as a mutation, with an aberrant Spark. This is in truth a misnomer – I have spent countless cycles mastering a unique capability that I discerned while traveling in the company of an alien race during my search for the AllSpark.
I developed and perfected the ability of instantaneous Spark transference – this process altered the very nature of my Spark upon first inception. Instead of being located in a singular spark chamber. Like those of my fellow Decepticons. It is in fact infused into every portion of my body.
With my new name and my specialized ability to transfer my essence into any non-living mechanical form and modify it to my needs – I have become a far more intimidating and thus more feared Decepticon. I enjoy using the rumors of my existence to fuel the fear and uncertainty in my Autobot enemies.
My name is Dead End – and this is the truth behind my… Unique status among the Decepticons.
Dead End slowly began to restore his physical form as his Spark transferred from the crushed and decimated remains of his former existence. Discovering the remains of Sideways nearby – in the junkyard where the human and Autobot alliance had brought it after the incident in China – to await recycling. He began to slowly reconstruct and repair the form – modifying it to suit his arguably more colorful aesthetic.
Dead End triggered a system wide reconfiguration to such an extent that he also modified the paint job Sideways had used. It didn't take long.
Transforming Dead End chuckled – he also quickly activated signal masking devices that The Fallen had insisted all of their operatives use. Demolishor's and Sideways' ploy had not been as successful as they would have hoped.
Although it did allow Dead End this opportunity to restore his mobility and rejoin the Decepticon army. At first he'd tried to use Jazz's remains, but a second encounter with the aggravating little scrounger Knock Out had quickly put an end to that.
Fortunately Dead End was more than used to being patient – unlike others under Megatron's command he had learned to keep a clear head as well as knowing when the best opportunity to strike was. He'd learned this the hard way when – as Jolt – he'd first questioned Barricade back during his early days in the Decepticon camp.
"Much better," he stated – speaking to himself – as he flexed his muscles. "Sideways, you weren't much of a threat to the Autobots, but even in death you serve a purpose… Now, how do I get out of this scrap yard of the damned?" he wondered glancing around the landscape of Diego Garcia.
"This way," a melodious voice whispered inside of his mind.
Confused Dead End turned seeking a source for the oddly familiar voice. "Who said that?" he demanded.
"Follow the sound of my voice, Dead End," the unseen spectator insisted.
"Slag you," Dead End cursed converting back into his Audi R8 vehicle form.
"I take it you recognize me now," the mystery entity observed with a wry chuckle.
"Hard to forget you, Mindwipe," Dead End spat revving his engine and beginning to drive out of the junkyard. "You're the one who pointed me in the direction of my little gift… So how's Skystalker?"
"Enough!" Mindwipe spat. "Do not leave just yet, Dead End, there is another who could use your assistance in escaping that graveyard of fallen warriors. And Megatron has commanded that all combat capable Decepticons shall be restored," Mindwipe informed in a frosty tone. His mental commands triggered a painful spasm through Dead End's circuitry and the Decepticon high end automobile jerked to a halt.
Unable to move Dead End reluctantly chose to obey Mindwipe's mental orders and slowly – painstakingly – he was allowed to turn around. "So who am I rescuing?" he asked biting back the urge to tell the Deception psychic off.
"She's right in front of you." Mindwipe chuckled once more.
Dead End slowly came to the realization that Fracture was lying in front of him – or at least what was left of her. "By the AllSpark! What the Pit did these over populating fleshbags do to her?"
"Ironhide rammed her off the side of the road causing her to plummet off a cliff," Mindwipe explained. "There are so few of her kind left, Flatline has begun experimentation and since her spark is still functional…" Mindwipe trailed off a sinister edge entering his tone.
Dead End reverted into his true form and scooped Fracture up. "Whatever," he said with a shrug. "I could care less what you do with her… I am curious though as to how her Spark has managed to survive." Dead End glanced skyward at a speck – which rapidly became Mindwipe's impressive looking aerial based form.
"Simple really. Fracture always was a survivor," Mindwipe remarked offhandedly. "Now we must vacate these premises quickly before the Autobots and their organic pets detect my presence here," he instructed.
Tossing Fracture into the air – Dead End leapt onto Mindwipe's back and quickly managed to catch her. "Lead on, oh merciful one," he quipped smirking at his vocal barb.
Ignoring the comment Mindwipe quickly accelerated and left Diego Garcia – and by extension the remains of those Decepticons incompetent enough to be eliminated by the NEST forces – behind.
I am a Decepticon. I am not foolish enough to believe that I will live forever, but as a warrior with a unique trait and one of those who has come to embrace the more spiritual aspect of our race – by the very nature of my own gift – I am certain that I will make the Autobots suffer before my time is out.
I am Dead End.
The End