A/N Hey everyone! It's me. Yeah, I know I'm suppose to be working on my Mata Nui, meet Primus fic, but this plot bunny would not stop biting me. Hopefully, now it'll leave me alone long enough to find that muse. Anyway, I hope you guys like this one. Enjoy!
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Pasadena, California, July 25, 2011
Midnight
A silver Corvette tears down the empty highway in a desperate attempt to shake the three black SUVs that are rapidly gaining on its tail. A well-aimed missile strikes it near the left rear wheel, providing the desired reaction. The car transforms to its bipedal mode and scrambles to make a run for it. But with a blown pede, it was a difficult task. The Autobot manages to balance on his good leg to face his attackers; he refused to go down without a fight. Suddenly, the road around the pursuers explode as missiles rain down, causing them to veer into each other. A sports car appears out of nowhere at top speed and, in one fluid movement, transforms and hurdles itself into the pileup, taking out any survivors. The Autobot stares at the carnage in shock as the smaller bot tore mercilessly into the humans. The bot looks up at him and he finds himself staring at a familiar faceplate. He doesn't move when his rescuer strides out of the flames and up to him to gently touch his arm. He feels something sharp on the back of his neck and blacks out. The bright blue visor was the last thing he remembers.
Boston, Massachusetts, October 31, 2012
9:55 pm
A red Ferrari races through empty streets and alleyways. It successfully manages to get on the freeway out of town but it's blown onto the grass clearing the minute it was several miles out. The Ferrari shifts into its bipedal mode as it tries to get to its pedes to make a run for it. Sadly, a shot from one of the approaching black vehicles brings it to the ground. Fearful blue optics watch as the humans approach before starring in shock as the vehicles disappear in three balls of flames. Two, slender figures leap through the inferno and finish off any survivors while a third, larger figure approaches the downed Autobot. At first, he is terrified and tries to back away, but the bot simply kneels in front of him. They watch each other for some time. The Autobot's optics widen in shock as a servo goes to his chassis. The mech gives a faint smile. He rests a servo over the Autobot's spark and nods before handing him an Energon cube, which the bot hesitantly but desperately downs in two gulps. The empty cube is retrieved and subspaced. The mech stands and helps the bot to his pedes before hurrying him over to a nearby semi. The bot is ushered inside the trailer with the other mech and, as soon as the doors are securely closed, the semi drives off, flanked by two motorcycles.
Seattle, Washington, March 13, 2013
1:45 am
A blue Chevrolet Volt turns on a miraculously empty I-95 as it makes a desperate attempt to lose its hunters. Insuring that there were no innocents around or ahead, it cranks up its speed to its max. As the distance between it and the humans grows, so does the hope that swells in the Volt's spark. But it is short-lived as missiles from the human vehicles rain down on the asphalt around it, knocking it off course. In a last, desperate effort, the Volt transforms into his bi-pedal mode and makes a run for it. A shot to the back knocks him to the ground. He shutters his optics and braces himself for the final blow. But it never comes. Instead, he hears the familiar scream of more missiles incoming from...ahead of him? He looks over his shoulder at the sound of screaming humans to see his would-be killers scatter as their vehicles explode. The sound of quickly approaching engines causes him to look up ahead. Four- wait, five-vehicles race down the interstate toward the chaos. His optics nearly double in size as all five transform into their bipedal modes. Three charge past him to engage the humans while two run to help him. They don't say anything as they haul him to his pedes and load him into the trailer of a nearby semi. Before the door closes, he looks out to see the other three revert to their vehicle modes. He hears them drive past the trailer and could only figure out that they were taking point before going into stasis.
Cemetery Wind HQ
"Who the hell is interfering with our operations?!" A man with greying brown hair snarls as he watches the footage of the latest raid. Three raids for the past three years and not one kill. Every time they got close to killing another alien, other more powerful robots showed up and rescued them, killing his men in the process. And despite having the best trackers in the world on his team, they were still unable to figure out who these people were and where they came from. All he knew was that they were interfering with his objective and he refused to let anyone or anything get in his way. He would find them and eliminate them once and for all. But something in the back of his mind whispered that they would find him before he got the chance. He shoved the thoughts aside as he walks out of the building to get to a press conference. After all, he was doing what needed to be done to protect Earth and all of mankind. Nothing more.