Hello everyone, thank you for your understanding during these times. But now, I like to present the reboot essentially of one of my favorite stories! The timeline has changed quite a bit, so much so that I really don't think its necessary to read the first version as we start in a completely new spot. But if you wanna check it out be my quest for all the newcomers.

Without further adue, let the fun begin!

Chapter 1-Introductions

It was another beautiful day in the hot desert surrounding the little known town of Jasper, Nevada. The air was dry as a light wind carried through the dead wastes near the mesa's south of the small town, here is where we find not a Autobot patrol but three others digging through the soil to find something.

"Are sure it's even here?" The shortest among them asked.

Out of the three she was the shortest, but not by much. She was thinner than the other two, with black armor that had purple highlights. On her faceplate was a visor that connected to a crest around her face only covering her eyes, it's color a solid purple. The crest itself was silver and spiked as well pulled close to the helm.

The back part was strange though, loose plates that almost mimicked human hair was pulled back into a sort of 'ponytail' with a solid silver piece carved as a moon crescent with two pins showcasing flying ravens on the tips. Her auditory receptors stick out almost like elven ears.

Her armor was light across her slender form, with her hood cut in half and hanging on either side of her hips with a broken crescent moon on it. Her wheels were located on her shoulders and her legs, unlike her counterparts she had heeled peds and sharp claw like servos. On her back rested two neatly folded staffs, different in design from each other.

"It would go faster if you helped!" The other femme of the group yelled at the dark one who sat in the shade of a mesa.

She was the second tallest of the group with the same visor but gold instead, her crest around her face was more rounded with only three spikes to speak of. Her metal like hair plates were short and came into almost a bob cut if stared at by a human. Her audios were like headphones more so than anything else, with little wings on them.

She was the second most armored with gold and white armor, the white was the strips that criss crossed her body. Her wheels were located on her legs and back and on her back was a gold hammer, but with a small head and shield on her hip.

"Help us, now…" The only mech of the group commanded the dark one, she sighed and began to dig as well.

He was the tallest and the biggest of the group, his helm was also like theirs but different as well, the visor still remained but glowing red but he wore a greek like helmet with no top frills but spikes coming out of his round audios and around half of it, with one spike on the forehelm.

He was the most armored, but the armor had some lightness to it, it was due to him being a aircraft rather than a land vehicle like the other two. His wings are integrated into his legs, like a certain warlord we know. On his hips are two massive swords and a large gun on his back.

After awhile they gave up digging, all of them venting hard in the heat but it was cooling from the setting sun.

"Well..that was a waste." The dark one said with a huff.

"We learned something though, never ever dig during a hot summer day." the Bright one said as she flopped onto the ground with a huff.

The Silent one just shrugged it off.

"We should head back, see if we got any messages." The Bright one pointed out, sighing to themselves they all got back up and headed for the road.

"Alright we know the rules, spaced out driving so we don't look suspicious, got it?" The Dark one said, glaring at the Bright one.

"Hey! That was one time, and the cop was easily lost!" She waved her arms frantically.

"Yeah, after two hours." The Silent one remarked, earning a huff from the Bright one.

So caught up in their banter, they didn't hear the engine sound of a car before it was to late. Rounding the corner was a Dodge Charger with red paint and horns on the hood. It came to screeching stop and both parties stood in silence before all three newcomers said.

"Scrap."

After another bead of silence the car transformed much to their surprise into a Cybertronian bearing the Autobot symbol.

"Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you." He said quickly, seeing the flight or fight in their ridge frames.

The Dark one whispered, "Double scrap."

Silently, a message was broadcast from the silent mech. 'Plan Shatter is in effect.'

"I don't see any faction symbols, you must be Neutrals then right?" The Autobot asked carefully.

The Silent one answered, staring down the mech who was slightly shorter than even the Dark one.

"What of it, Bot?"

"It means due to our code I can't harm you, so…" He trailed off, the Bright one asked.

"Who are you then?" She asked sweetly, he seemed to relax slightly at her happy demeanor.

"Oh, my name is Cliffjumper, what about yours?" The two femme looked to the Silent one who nodded.

"I am Vega Asteria," the Bright one went on. "They are my siblings, Rhiannon and Hush."

Both of the older pair nodded silently, reading Cliffjumper's ever move, waiting for the right moment to strike with Plan Shatter.

"Nice to meet you guys, so, with that said I am going to have to take you to our base, our leader may want to meet with you guys."

"That sounds fun and all, Cliffjumper. But, I am afraid we must part ways." Rhiannon said with a devilish smirk before swiftly both of the older siblings slammed into the poor mech knocking him to the ground and holding him there as he struggled, Vega stood over him blocking out the sunset behind them.

"This is going to tingle a bit," She pulls out her square digits similar to Cliff's medic back at base before needle like spikes spring from the tips. She smiles sweetly before sticking one of the needles into his neck cables, before he feels weak and falls into stasis.

The three get up to look at the fallen Autobot.

Rhiannon smiles at her younger sister, "You're poisons are getting better."

"There not poisonous, it's a sedative. I am a Medic after all, not an Assassin like you or a Warrior like Hush here." Rhiannon rolled her eyes before bending down and placing something on Cliffjumper.

Both looked at their darker sister with questioning looks.

"Tracker." She simply stated before all three transformed, Rhiannon into a 1970 Plymouth Barracuda, Hush into a F-14 Tomcat and Vega into a 2012 Chevrolet Silverado 1500.

And all three headed their way, back to the place they now called, home.