The Wreckers Initiative

Part 1 of 3: Wreckers Online

The First Wrecker

Author's Foreword:

So this is yet another one of my series!

Yes, I know, I am starting so many things and don't get to finishing them but JUST YOU WAIT ... a very long time ...

Today I will try to post AT THE VERY LEAST one thing.

So, Wreckers, some of us know who they are, some of us don't. For those who don't know - they are a subgroup of Autobots in various universes composed of die-hard, toughest fighters doing all sorts of operations where the odds of success are nearly at zero (others - just go with it, I am not gonna give them a big-aft explanation, the wiki pages are for that and a whole lot of boredom).

I was thinking, hey, TFA never really did anything on the Wreckers (not that I cared) and then I got into the kittycon/autodog universe and finally got inspired by Crescent-Moon-Demon's works to write this ... that and I was overflowing with ideas as usual ...

These are not gonna be your traditional Wreckers where all of them are Autobots ... or in this case Autodogs ... some Kittycons join them too as you will see! And another thing you will notice is that a lot of the characters that never really put together before are now interacting with one another. Haters gonna hate; don't like it - move the frag on and stop wasting my time.

So far I think this has been going pretty well, I recently finished chapter 5, got 2 extra stories coming up for this to help explain some relations.

In between chapters I will often have some mini-chapters.

I hope you guys enjoy!

"What are we doing here," the kittycon mumbled heavily as he scanned the room with a snarl on his faceplates, "Yoketron?"

"Calm yourself," the autodog thanked the waitress for the drinks, "Soundlbaster."

"This is pointless!"

"We have no other option."

"If we get caught, our respective governments won't be so respective!"

"You are overreacting."

"Oh, yeah, overreacting! Death would be a dream compared to the slag we will get into if they see a high-ranking Rebel officer and an even higher-positioned Elite Guard member in a frag-hole like this!"

"You know why we are here." Squinting at the surprisingly delicious oil, the mech smiled at his partner. "You understand that it is important. You would not have gone with me unless you agreed."

"Urgh," disgruntled, the red visor twitched, "I know you are right again, teacher, but for Primus' sake this is insane -even for Whirl!"

"Insane times require insane measures. Now," nodding to the bar area, the general leaned back in his chair, "Let us evaluate our first recruit."

"… and then I took the son of a glitch's own gun," a soldier wobbled on his seat, waving his arm around causing the drink to spill on others sitting close to him as he talked, "And shot the fragging slagtards until it stops being funny!"

"… hey," the bartender tried to intervene, worried that he would lose the clientele, "Hey, buddy …"

"Sorry, sorry," the grey mech chuckled and smashed the cup on the counter so hard that the glass shattered, "Until I ran out of ammo! Sheesh, you youngsters need to relax!"

"This is your last warning!," the autodog grunted, quickly cleaning up.

"Another time," despite feeling a strong urge to vomit, the guy decided to completely ignore it (he was that drunk) and spun around on the chair, continuing his tales, "This big-aft corporate moron, the frag was her name? Don't remember. She thought she'd hire a slagging dozen prostitutes as a thank you for all the scrap I did for her but they all turned out to be assassins!"

"… uh-huh, yeah," some of the others laughed at him, "Right …"

"… one of them pulled out a fragging mini-gun! I got no idea where the slag she put that thing but not two astroseconds later they were on me like petro-rabbits in heat!"

"What, your chest hair beat them up?"

"No, I put on a mouthguard and threw a hormone grenade."

"This guy, really?"

"Patience."

"Oh, yeah, of course." One of the kittycon soldiers turned to the rest of the bar and pointed at him. "Hey, everyone, this guy has hormone grenades!"

"Interfaced tons," raising the new cube, the mech gulped down the whole thing, "And got fat loot! It was fragging Christmas!"

"Sure, sure, next thing you will be telling us that you murdered your way through that femme's security and blew her head off with a frozen banana."

"… what? I did!" Coughing, he smashed the cup on the counter. Again. "The glitch got served!"

"Ok, buddy," the bartender's optic twitched, "Get out!"

"I am a paying customer." Starting to gag a little, the mech whooped out a few hundred credit bills, seemingly out of nowhere; grabbing the attention of more than just the autodog behind the bar. "Here is for the damages -take the fragging change and keep those drinks coming!"

"Say," surrounding him, a few of the rebels and renegade autodogs readied their weapons, grinning viciously, "How about you buy us drinks?"

"Um, General, don't you think we should …"

"Watch and learn, my dear student."

"How old are you," the drunk squinted, looking at the speaker, "Are you eighteen?"

"No, I am twenty seven."

"Buy your own fragging drink! You are old enough to get a fragging job!"

"I don't think I made myself clear," pressing the barrel of the gun against the other's side, the kittycon innocently smiled, "Buy us drinks to celebrate your glamorous victories!"

"No." His muscles began contracting.

"And why not?"

"B-be-because -hold on!" Raising a digit in the air, everyone stared at him until he suddenly leaned forward and richly barfed all over the mugger. "I don't remember eating lettuce …"

"… General …"

"Hide under the table!"

"DROP HIM!" About ten vagabonds rushed him, four with guns and the rest with knives.

"DROP ME, GLITCHES!?" Smashing the first attacker's head with the glass, he kneed him in the face, sending the unfortunate scoundrel flying into another. Catching his knife in mid-air, the grey mech sniper-spat another in the optics and with a quick swing stole another knife, cutting the autodog's throat wide open. The four with firearms at long last managed to take them out and aim but at this point -using two of their comrades as shields, pushing them forward with the weapons driven through their solar plexuses- the soldier kicked a chair into one of them, deflecting the arm towards another gunner and shooting the guy from the impact. The other two, stunned, were made quick work off as their helmets were smashed together.

"Ain't that neat," taking an astrosecond to admire their weapons, the autodog turned around and made clean shots into the helms of the remaining thieves, "Think I will keep one!"

"… holy … fragging … Unicron …"

"I told you," getting up from under the table, the mech brushed dirt off his clothes and proceeded to their target, "He is exactly what we need."

"… here is for the trouble," tossing the scared brick-less bartender a rather fat stack of credits, the grey autodog grunted, "How about one for the road?"

"Excuse me," someone walked up to him with another tagging along, "Would it be possible for us to talk? I have a proposition for you."

"Tell Galvatron to shove it up his aft!"

"It is not from the rebels."

"Tell High Command to blow it out their afts!"

"It is not from the Elite Guard."

"Whoever it is from," gulping down the shot and throwing it at a looter (effectively knocking the guy out), the mech proceeded to the exit, kicking a turbo-rat out of his way, "Tell them to kiss my dented, dirty aft."

"It involves your sister and her daughter, Kup."

"… I should have brought a shotgun with me." The kittycon shivered when the soldier's glare shifted to him. "Or at least a rifle …"

"You got ten astroseconds before I puke again."

"… a very deadly, fast-shooting rifle …"

"I apologize for misleading you," the older mech lightly bowed, "Allow us to introduce ourselves. This is Major Soundblaster of the rebel forces and I am General Yoketron of the Elite Guard."

"Ain't getting' any less barfy here."

"… and should have worn a hazmat suit …"

"We do not represent any corporate figure, we are not with any of the governments; we are here on our own accord in hopes for your co-operation, with a situation that is quickly getting out servo."

"And that would be?"

"Safety of the innocent."

"Cut the slag."

"I am serious, Colonel!"

"It's Private! I rejected all promotions!"

"As you know, the governments are pouring copious amounts of resources into research and development of new, deadlier weapons and technologies."

"You wanna steal that scrap? Call the …"

"No," slamming his fist on the table, the autodog growled, "They have to be stopped at all costs! This war lasted for long enough! We need to start doing SOMETHING to bring it to an end or we are risking mutual annihilation!"

"Would that really be such a bad thing?"

"Kup, please listen!"

"Fine …"

"I did not sign up to murder, I signed up to protect the people dear to me! To protect the innocent!"

"Funny, especially coming from the black-ops agent whose kill count is through the fragging roof, now, the slagging leader of Special Operations Cell."

"Which puts me in a position to know what exactly is being made! Kup," the General took out a few photos, depicting a rather large bomb, "Once the rebel scientists finish this, they will drop this on Iacon!"

"The frag?"

"I am not doing this because I want a promotion! The Elite Guard has no idea of my presence here!"

"What about this dork?"

"Soundblaster is my old student and dear friend. We are trying to come up with a plan to stop this madness."

"… riiiight, so why couldn't this dork take care of it?"

"Listen, you," the kittycon got up, on the outside – a force to be reckoned with; on the inside – begging Primus for strength to hold his exhaust tanks, "How about you get off your drunken, slobby aft and do something useful for once in your life?"

"What he means to say," the General quickly sat him down, "Is that without jeopardizing his position as a high-ranking intelligence officer under Galvatron's personal command, this cannot be done. We require someone to do the action while we provide the information and resources. What do you say?"

"When will it be finished?" Kup rolled his optics, looking off to the side.

"They are in the final stages of development." Soundblaster rubbed his sinuses. "We need to act as soon as possible."

"What's in it for you? I get the old fart's angle, but what's yours?"

"… I …"

"Please, my friend," Yoketron turned the Major, "We need him to trust us."

"Ghk, fine." Taking out a picture, the soldier handed it over to the grey mech. "This is my angle."

"Is that a …"

"Yes, it is a sonogram, happy?"

"Are you …"

"No, my bondmate is."

"Congratulations?" Giving the future father his little treasure back, he started ruffling through his pockets.

"Thanks."

"How old?"

"Two weeks."

"Thought of a name yet?"

"We are thinking Flipsides if it is a femme, and Soundwave if it is a mech."

"Here." Kup pulled out his partially burned wallet and took a little piece of paper out of the only non-damaged compartment.

"Who's this?" Seeing a grown femme about twenty years old, laying on a hospital birth holding a screaming little pink newborn, the kittycon closely looked into the autodog's optics.

"My step-sister Esmeral," brushing his servo by the tired faceplates, the grey mech sighed, "And my little niece Arcee."

"Oh, no," looking at his watch, Yoketron stood up, "Sorry, but I am afraid we do not have any more time. We will provide you with all the information you need and a plan tomorrow morning. Have a good night, Kup."

"Yeah." Watching the two leave in a hurry, he sighed, looking an empty glass in front of him. "Fragging good night."

"… are you sure he will do it?"

"For now, yes."

"What about others?"

"We shall approach them as soon as possible but right now this takes precedence."

"For peace."

"For peace."

An abandoned nuclear bunker built into a mountain and connecting to a network of underground tunnels leading to other safe houses, were all located in rebel territory; not a bad place to develop new weapons, especially with hidden wireless controlled cannons dotted all over the area.

"Identification." A kittycon guard approached the convoy at the gate.

"Lieutenant Scytherclaw," the commanding officer saluted back, pointing to his unit, "The package is in the transport."

"… ok," Kup took a deep intake, "so far so good …"

Yoketron and Soundblaster didn't scrap out of their commitment; they provided the mech with so much detailed information that he didn't bother reading through even quarter of it.

"Are you going to be all right?" The Major offered him a cup of water. "You drank a lot yesterday."

"You let me worry about that," taking out a canteen with a strange liquid inside, he growled at the contents and cringing, took a few gulps, "You worry about giving me good info, dork."

"… aft …"

The plan was pretty simple: stalk the supply line for a convoy, sneak up on the soldiers at night, take one of the scientists' hazmat suits and impersonate the person, get in, plant the explosives under pretext of checking systems integrity and get the frag out of there before the slagging thing blew sky-high.

"… we will need to verify everyone's identities," the guard nodded to the mech and proceeded to the back of the armored truck, "New safety protocols."

"… well, slag …" The plan …

"… blows epic aft!"

"Hey," the intelligence agent scowled, crossing his arms, "We are supposed to be working together!"

"Yeah, we are! I leave info gathering to you." Kup put another explosive charge into one of the inner vest pockets. "And you leave mission execution to me."

"… all clear," locking up the doors, the soldier waved the driver to go on, "Proceed."

"General," the vehicle drove inside the base and into one of the hangars, "I am in."

"Perfect," Yoketron responded, "What is your plan now?"

"Well," peeking from under the vehicle onto the platforms as the workers unloaded the items, the Private double-checked the helmet wasn't letting any sounds out before continuing, "The schematics showed maintenance tunnels right under the garages, spread throughout the facility. There is plenty of tubing and machinery to hide behind."

"You can cause a malfunction, making one of the scientists to come down and ambush them, dressing in their protective suits."

"If you finish my train of thought for me again," seeing the party leaving, only a few mechs sitting at the table to resume their card game, Kup silently got out from under the transport and used a key given to him by Soundblaster to open up the doors to maintenance room, "It is your aft next."

"My apologies."

"Anyway." Activating the audio receptor amplifiers, the mech quickly glided through the partial darkness; only little, multicolored dim light bulbs driving a bit of the shadows away. "Ambush one of the idiots, plant charges and get to any of their control rooms."

"Why do you require the control rooms?"

"Dumbaft," the autodog managed to avoid faceplate-palming, "To hack into their network and get info! Sheesh!"

"Good thinking!"

"I will need your so called 'expertise' to hack their scrap."

"Frag off," Soundblaster joined into the conversation, "I got you most of the info!"

"And I will be getting you even more reading material."

"What is your problem?"

"I am still drunk-ish, I got a hangover and I found out that my sister and niece are in danger of being incinerated. You better be thanking Primus I am not having such a raging headache."

"Can you add I-am-an-old-fragtard-with-nothing-better-to-do-than-be-a-spike-towards-others-because-I-fragged-up-my-life syndrome to your list?"

"After this mission," planting the first bomb, the autodog snorted, "You, me, outside. Some fresh aft-whooping outside would do you some good; it's not healthy to sit on your aft all day."

"What if I am sitting outside the base entrance with a sniper rifle and a vehicle to get your sore valve out of there?"

"Friends, friends," the General intervened, "Let us focus on the mission!"

"Aw, come on," Kup pouted, "I was just starting to like him!"

"We should make this into one of our rules," the kittycon hummed, "Never go alone on a mission."

"I can live with that." Sneaking up behind a mech dressed in a hazmat suit and cutting his throat, the soldier dragged the body into one of the darker corners and quickly put the suit on. "All right, I got four charges, put one in the tunnel just in case. Where off to?"

"There are three silos," Soundlbaster looked over the schematics, "Are you on D-23?"

"Yeah."

"The first rocket should be just down the hall, behind the heavily plated doors, which you should be able to access with a blue security card."

"I am in," looking around, the autodog still felt a little nervous despite his disguise, "Ergh, good thing the glass is tinted on this scrap."

"See if you can get to the warhead, if not, uh, hold on..." The other two head paper getting shuffled. "Ah! If you can't get to the warhead, at the very least try the tanks in the main body; they are using alcohol-water mixture for fuel."

"Oh! My kind of fuel!"

"That might have been a mistake …"

"Where are those tanks again?"

"That was definitely a mistake …"

"Done, put it inside the warhead."

"Do you remember where the other two are?"

"Kinda hard to forget after getting drilled by you two fraggers for a whole cycle!"

"Good."

"Another klik and I would have gotten two new notches on my gun!"

"Oh, Kup," Soundblaster paused, "Can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"In the picture you showed me, of your sister and niece, she is a kittycon and so is her daughter."

"What about it?"

"I don't know, just wondering how you feel about that set-up."

"Me being an autodog and her being a kittycon?"

"Yuh-huh."

"I guess I just don't look at people from that angle."

"What about your parents?"

"Offline. Dad was a mechanic, fell in love with new neighbor girl which, as you may have guessed, was my step mom. She already had Esmeral."

"Had any sibling problems?"

"Frag that," sweeping a security card off the table, Kup proceeded into the second silo, "That femme is a fragging saint."

"Esmeral, Esmeral. Hm, why does that name sound so familiar? And Arcee?"

"You know her?"

"No but I heard the name a bunch of times, can't remember where."

"Second charge planted, moving to third. Look for the nearest console."

"Wi… oh, scrap."

"What," tapping on the helmet, the autodog slowed his pace, "What's happening?"

"I just remembered from whom I heard that name."

"Please." Making a turn, his spark nervously pulsed, giving the soldier a bad feeling. "Do be so fragging kind to share."

"One of our top officers is her bondmate."

"Wait," freezing in place, Kup sliped into the shadows on reflex, "What? You mean …"

"Deathsaurus just rolled in with a commando unit."

"That. Fragger. Will. Die." Interrupting the commlink, the mech growled and quickly proceeded to the last target.

"… this might have been a mistake too …"

"Soundblaster," Yoketron rejoined the frequency, "Keep an optic out on things, I will keep trying to reach him."

"… I am sorry …" the winged kittycon looked off to the side.

"How dare you?" Esmeral weakly banged her fists on his chestplates. "You are not doing this to me!"

"Wh-what's going on?" Kup walked into the room, wiping his servos with a cloth.

"This does not concern you," Deathsaurus waved him off.

"The frag it does," the autodog tossed it off to the side and helped his sister down on the couch, "Ahat dumbaft thing did you do this time?"

"It is none of your bu…"

"Yeah, why don't you tell him, huh? Come on," the femme started crying, "It's not like people won't notice that you are GONE!"

"Y-you," the mech dropped his jaw, "You WHAT?"

"I am joining the rebellion! They are fighting for equality!"

This wasn't the first time he brought it up; every time they were able to convince the guy to stay and refrain from doing something insane, but …

"What about me," the teal kittycon could barely breath properly, "Huh? Who is going to fight for me?"

"Come with me!"

"ARE YOU FRAGGED IN THE PROCESSOR?"

"Hey, sis." Kup quickly sat down next to her, hugged the bawling 'former and rocked her gently. "I am here for you."

"… good, your brother will …"

"… beat the ever-slagging spark out of you if you don't shut the frag up," menacingly growling, the soldier gave his step-brother an incinerating glare, "What's the big idea, moron?"

"I will be fighting for our sparkling!"

"Offline? Is that how you are going to raise Arcee?," Esmeral shrieked, "Offline? I am in my THIRD trimester! Our daughter will need a FATHER, not some idiot idealist rotting in the ground!"

"You will be thanking me once the new world order is established," Deathsaurus growled, "A world where injustice doesn't exist! A world where everyone is equal and valued! A world where our sparkling can grow up to be whatever she wants! Galvatron will make a tomorrow we all can be proud of!"

"Leave." Unable to even look at him, the femme clutched her belly. "I never want to see your faceplates again!"

"… whatever you may think of me," stopping at the doorway, the kittycon looked at his bondmate one last time, "I will always love you …"

"… 'Meral …" Kup tightened his hug.

"H-ho-how c-cou-could-d h-he d-d-do-do th-this to m-me?," the femme silently cried, digging her head into her brother's shoulder, "I thought he loved me!"

"… it will be okay." Kissing her on the helmet and gently stroking the flattened ears, the mech shed a few tears himself. "I promise, it will be okay …"

The situation was quickly spiraling out of control; Kup went silent and from the looks of it, he was going to go ballistic on the arrived officer. Normally that wouldn't be much of a problem, but there were too many unknown factors for Soundblaster to properly evaluate the situation and give any sort of prediction, let alone come up with a simple plan.

"Oh, scrap." Seeing a patrol deviate from their normal route and come straight to him, the black kittycon quickly packed up and rolled down the hill to the buggy at the foot. "Yoketron, my position may be compromised! Inform him that I may not be able to pick him up!"

Quickly checking the silencers before starting the car, he took out the map and thoroughly analyzed it for another location, as he drove out of the woods under an ark of trees.

"I still cannot reach him."

"Frag!"

How could he have missed Deathsaurus' arrival? On the other servo, he never really bothered much informing even Galvatron about his destinations. Either way, this was promising to turn into a major clusterfrag and Soundblaster was doing his best to come up with a strategy.

Slowly following the officer with a gaze, a small shadow broke from the tree line and quickly climbed to the top, concealing itself with a dirty, dark-green, dark-brown camouflage; yellow plating barely showing as they armed the sniper rifle and closely inspecting the layout of the base.

Breezing through arming of the third charge, Kup re-established the commlink:

"Yo, console hacking time!"

"Where were you?," the kittycon nearly screamed from his end.

"I needed to calm down. I am good. Now," coughing, the autodog grunted, "I am on G-9."

"… are you sure you can …"

"I DON'T HAVE ALL FRAGGING DAY!"

"One of the security offices is near-by," after a faceplate-palm, Soundblaster sighed and got back to him, "It is better since it is one of the smaller ones; should only be one guard there."

"Hey," the autodog activated the outside speakers and patted the soldier as he approached him, "The commander wants to see you for something."

"Oh, for Primus' sake," the kittycon whimpered, "Why is it me? Why is it always me? We did it, like, literally, ten klicks ago!"

"Eh, you are, um," a little confused, he gulped, "Because you are, um, pretty?"

"It's a curse," the rebel got up and slowly walked down the hall, drowning in self-pity. "A curse! Why did I have to be born so beautiful? Poor, poor me …"

"… uhuh, wow." Sitting at the console, Kup shook off the rather disturbing thoughts and got back to task at servo. "Wish my faceplates were half as glorious as his aft …"

"… what are you …"

"Come on, codes!"

"Here we go! Nine, two, five, three …"

"… p-pl-please, K-Kup," Esmeral grabbed him by the arm, "Stay …"

"Are you sure?"

"Who better see my little girl come into the world than one of the three people who actually gives a frag?"

"A-all right," the autodog nodded and sat back on the stool, locking fingers together, "I will stay, is that all right, doc?"

"I don't see why not! Okay," putting on medical gloves, the white coat prepared all of his tools and repositioned the patient, "The sparkling is coming and I need you to push now!"

"Downloading files," the mech put in a clean portable storage device into the slot and transferred the documents, "Says it should be done in one klick twenty three astroseconds."

"Sit tight, I am still looking for a good place."

"… almost there! Almost there! Push! Push!"

"Ooooaaaaaaaah!" Crying, the femme put whatever little strength she had left into that last effort. "Ngghaaaaaaaaa!"

"… waaaaah, waaah," the little sparkling squirmed and screamed, tiny ears flat on the head, "yaaaaaaaaah!"

"There she is," looking down at the tiniest, cutest kittycon sparkling, Esmeral couldn't help but shower her with kisses as tears poured down the tired faceplates, "My Arcee! My sweet, sweet Arcee!"

"… thirty astroseconds …"

"Hey, do you mind running half of a mile while being shot at from every cannon on the mountain?"

"Well," stretching the vowels, the autodog scratched his belly through the layers, "I have been trying to shave off a few kilograms …"

"… are you serious?"

"OF COURSE NOT, YOU DOOFUS!"

"… she is so beautiful." Esmeral finally stopped crying, gently stroking the cooing sparkling's ears and kissing those adorable miniature servos clutching her faceplates. "I-I can't believe it!"

"Hey, Arcee," the step-brother leaned a little closer and let the newborn suck on his digit a little, "If there is trouble, you call your uncle Kup! He won't let anyone give you scrap!"

"Oi," giggling, she nudged him, "What about me, huh?"

"Are you kidding me? I bet you can end this fragging war with a single swing of your frying pan! Screaming will be overkill as it is!"

"Hahahaha," looking back at her treasure, the femme asked the doctor, "Excuse me, would it be possible for me to perform skin-to-skin?"

"Oh, darn, thank you for reminding me," quickly unwrapping the baby and giving it to the mother, helping her slip the child under the gown, he chuckled in embarrassment, "Sorry, this is a new thing; I must have forgotten."

"That's all ri… oh! Someone certainly is hungry!"

"Do you require any aid?"

"No," smiling at the healthcare professional, she shifted for more comfort, "I am good, thanks."

"… finally, sheesh." Kup made sure the data was secure in a bullet-proof lockbox and shoved it in his pocket. "Piece of scrap …"

"More good news," Soundblaster patched through, "I managed to disable a good half of the turrents."

"Huh …"

"But hurry the slag up! It's only a matter of time until they notice it!"

"Fine, fine, I am on my way!"

"Can you access any of the underground tunnels?"

"No, they sealed them off," choosing the less used route, he proceeded to the one and only exit out of the facility, "We need a plan B."

"How about a patrol?"

"Non-armored hazmat suit, they will ask questions."

"Well, me driving in there in a barely plated scouting buggy is out of the question."

"What if I use one of their trucks?"

"They got rocket launchers and those other things called nuclear-bunker grade DOORS."

"Yoketron, how about a little help here?"

"Yoketron?"

"Yoketron!"

"He must be at a meeting or something."

"Oh, yeah, those higher-ups just love getting together to scratch each others' optics out."

"Sometimes they show off. Hey, look at me, I am a general of the infantry units, I got more units than anyone!"

"Hey, look at me, I am a general of the armored forces, my units are harder than anyone's!"

"Morons."

"Idiots."

"So, any more great ideas?"

"How about that run you mentioned?"

"Rockets, flamethrowers, turrets, cannons, armored vehicles with cannons …"

"You make it sound so appealing."

"What can I say, I am fragging vixen. Oh, oh scrap …"

"More good news?"

"A report just got published in the network."

"About?"

"Deathsaurus is there to evaluate the readiness of the missiles."

"Slag!" Kup punched the wall and clenched his denta plates.

"If they pass his inspection, they will be deployed!"

"What are our options?"

"We could offline the guy, but since we are going to blow the place up anyway, that option kinda seems redundant. And since suicide is not exactly a path I would recommend, I suggest we keep searching for options."

"Urgh," without realizing, he made a turn to the central hall, "The fun just keeps on piling up!"

"Tell me about it."

"Uh..." Suddenly realizing that he was in the middle of a huge crowd, the autodog stopped and looked around. "Scrap …"

"Oh, yay, more good news."

"Hey, you," Deathsaurus stood up on a platform and pointed at Kup, "Are you one of the scientists?"

"Uh," thanking Primus that he had the sense to void his bladder in the morning, the mech timidly nodded, "Uh, uh-huh!"

"Come with me," the winged soldiers jumped off and waved him to come over, "I require some technical help."

"R-right away!"

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Soundblaster screeched over the commlink.

"I HAVE NO IDEA!," the Private took a few deep intakes to try and calm down.

"WE ARE SO FRAGGING FRAGGED!"

"HEY! YOU CAN ESCAPE! I AM IN THE MIDDLE OF A FRAGGING REBEL BASE!"

"WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO?"

"Wait, I have an idea!"

"What are you …"

"Oh, commander," Kup pointed into one of the maintenance tunnels, "There was something I wanted to bring to your attention."

"Oh, sure," the two walked into the smaller halls, "What is it?"

"Ok, you listen to me, afthole." Kup ripped off the hazmat suit helmet and cocked a gun into the kittycon's faceplates. "What the frag do you think you are doing?"

"K-k…"

"Make a noise," shoving the gun in his mouth, the autodog growled, "And I will blow your fragging head off!"

"Khkh!"

"What the frag is your dumbaft doing? Do you NOT realize that these are fragging BALLISTIC MISSILES?"

"I know!"

"Do you NOT realize that they are going to be dropped on IACON? You know, that place where your BONDMATE AND CHILD LIVE?"

"… G-ga-galvatron won't do that!"

"YOU ARE MAKING FRAGGING WEAPONS OF MASS DESTRUCTION, YOU FRAGTARD! WHAT THE FRAG DO YOU THINK THEY WILL BE USED FOR? A DECORATION FOR HIS NEXT FANCY TEA PARTY?"

"What's that noise?"

"Enemy on base!"

"FRAG!," securing Deathsaurus, the autodog shot the two guards, "Soundblaster!"

"I heard!"

"Why are you doing this?" The rebel officer didn't resist.

"I am doing it to save my sister and her daughter!"

"I would …"

"YOU DIDN'T EVEN COME FOR THE BIRTH, YOU BASTARD!"

"E-esmeral …"

"DON'T. YOU. DARE." Kup shot him in the arm. "SAY. HER. NAME!"

"Ghaaaaaaa! Let him through," the kittycon screamed to the other soldiers, "Let him through!"

"Do what he says," the mech growled so viciously, they made a few steps back, "You fraggers are lucky I am in a good mood today!"

"Let him through!"

"Yo, you people aiming at the back of my head! You shoot, more than likely I will drop this piece of slag anyway!"

"Kup, we can figure this out!"

"SHUT UP!" Shooting him in the pedes, the mech dropped him and exploded in a murderous frenzy. "FRAG IT! DIE!"

Even the veterans were scared brickless; they saw some ferocious things in their days, lived through insane battles but this was on a whole new level! Their comrades were dropping like flies!

"Formation! For…" One of the officers wanted to rally but he got shot straight in the head.

"SNIPER! TAKE COVER!"

The whole field turned into a boiling, chaotic massacre of entropy.

"SEE YOU ALL IN HELL!" Ramming the gates with an armored truck, Kup flipped the switch.

"Urgh..." Regaining consciousness, he gasped and shot straight up. "What the …"

The whole mountain was blown off the face of the earth; giant piles of smoke and dirty flying into the blue sky as some debris was still smacking down on the ground.

"What the …"

There was the truck, turned over, parts of it on fire with a few rebel corpses brutally murdered and cut up, one of them still twitching from a fresh gaping chest wound.

"Who did this?" He ran up to the soldier.

"Khkhhh," the mech gurgled one last time and dropped dead, "hhhkhhhh …"

"Huh, what the …"

In large letters a name was written on the roof of the vehicle.

Unicron.

"Huh?" With a corner of his optic, the Private noticed a creeping shadow run away into the forest; a bit of yellow, shiny plating flashing for just an instant, before disappearing into the smoke. "Holy frag …"

"Kup!" Soundblaster revved the engine. "Come on! We gotta get out of here!"

"R-right, right!"

"I apologize for my absence," Yoketron walked into the room, "How did the mission go?"

"You want to tell him?," Soundblaster sighed.

"The mission," Kup lowered his head for a moment but an astrosecond later lifted it up and smiled, a bit of relief playing on it, "Was a success."

"In that case," the General walked over to him and reached out his servo, "Allow me the honor to invite you to be the first Wrecker."

"Hehe," shaking his servo, the soldier laughed, "Wreck and rule!"

"Hey," the kittycon nudged him as they walked down the hall, "Nice job out there."

"Yeah," the autodog nodded, "You too! Thanks for the snipe cover."

"Um," the Major stopped and shuttered his optics, "What?"

"Well," the Private looked back at him, "When I was getting out of the base, you provided fire support, no?"

"… uh," the Persian uncertainly shook his head, "That wasn't me."

"Aw, come on." Kup tapped him on the shoulder. "Don't be shy! I won't think any more of you."

"Um, yeah," the soldier shook again, "That wasn't me."

"So, wait, you are not Unicron?"

"You should really stop drinking …"

"No, no," the Wrecker started explaining, "When I woke up after the explosion …"

"… hm …" A huge mech looked over the damage.

"W-we are still trying to figure out what caused this, your Darkness."

"No matter, Oil Slick."

"M-master?"

"This doesn't even put a dent in my plans," the giant slowly walked to a mech who crawled from under a truck, "In fact, I think it worked out for the best!"

"H-h-help!" The soldier shivered in agony.

"Deathsaurus, I believe?"

"Y-y-yes!"

"Do you want my help?"

"Y-yes!"

"… let us make a deal then?"

"Wh-whatever you want!"

"Perfect," with a wave of his servo, the colossus locked the dying mech in stasis, gesturing his aid to take care of the rest, "Now, you serve Scorponok!"

Author's Notes:

You know, this is kind of my first, own mash-up ... well not really ... but I certain characters just fit the bill quite nicely, I mean come on, this is a different universe AND fanfiction! Let the imagination run wiiiild~!

I am trying to make this somewhat compatible with CMD's works although there are some inconsistencies and all but both of us are affecting each other's works quite a lot so don't duck out and go read some of her stuff! Link to her is in my profile.

I hope you liked it! Don't forget to leave a review!