Winslow Accord, 2065
The nine Specialists studied the person before them. A man with brown neat hair wearing a black suit. They knew these types of people. Brief and to the point, usually rewarding them all with a large sum of money. Another man entered the room. He wore the standard Black Ops armor. But immediately all the Specialists saluted. This man was known as John Taylor. And he was the leader of the Black Ops.
"I am here." Said Taylor, eyeing the man in the suit. "John Taylor I presume," said the man as he shook Taylor's hand. "I need the Black Ops to make sure the CDP doesn't receive the last of their shipments." Said the man. "We are already working on that, Mr...?" "My name is classified. But I mean another shipment. They are shipping it tonight. It'll be on a mothership passing above Nevada. But be warned, John Taylor. The package is very sensitive. Even the slightest tremor could set it off." Said the man.
"And what is in this shipment?" Asked Spectre. "We don't know. But it must not reach CDP hands." The man said swiftly.
A mothership flew through the Nevada night sky, all of its personal on alert. But even with all of its high tech security, a drop ship got past.
It soared high above the clouds and opened its cargo bay. Nine figures jumped out, tumbling through the inky blackness.
Spectre activated his thrusters and landed softly on the ship's hull. Activating his Ripper, he cut through the tough metal hide of the ship with some difficulty, considering that it was built for war.
"In here." He told the others briefly before jumping inside the hole.
Inside was a whole new thing from the noise above. It was silent and it made the Specialists nervous.
"Lets go." Ruin said. "Outrider, Spectre scout the way ahead. Reaper and Prophet guard are rear. The rest keep an eye out." Ruin was apparently leader.
"The schematics of the ship is the same as ours." Prophet noted. "Acknowledged." Reaper agreed.
A few minutes passed, and they got to the hold. Spectre killed the four guards, and then they all looked around for the machine of interest. It was a circular ring of metal, with a control panel next to it. Black fuel lines connected it to its power source, which seemed to be a generator.
"What does it do?" Battery asked. "Seems like a portal to me." Seraph grumbled.
Not too soon, an alarm went off. "Cliché." Nomad muttered as he quickly took out his H.I.V.E. "Spectre find a way to move that thing onto the dropship!" Ruin said as he opened the cargo bay doors, revealing the dropship that was nearing.
Before Spectre could protest, a small squadron of highly ranked CDP soldiers entered the room. Spectre sighed. He looked around but found nothing. His Rippers came into existence as he started cutting half of the metal control panel. He'll just have to take it piece by piece then. He heard the sounds of the raging battle. Suddenly footsteps caught his attention. Two CDP soldiers got past.
Spectre took out his combat knife and stabbed the first one. He turned around to lunge at the other but it was too late. The circular ring was now glowing. A turquoise green color took its middle. "Its active!" He commed the others as he stabbed the soldier in the head. "Shut it off!" Ruin muttered. "I don't know how!" Spectre then heard a whistling sound behind him. "Frag grenade!" The warning came too late. With a yell Spectre was sent flying into the green vortex...
He awoke to the sound of heavy, heavy, footsteps. Standing up, he looked around and gasped. He was face to face with a thirty foot tall robot with red and blue for his color scheme. "Who are you?" Spectre asked as he activated his blades.
"My name is Optimus Prime."
