"Elita! Hurry up and get into the space bridge before they catch us!" I yell over to her
"You're coming, correct?" she hollers back.
"Of course I will! Now get moving before they catch up to us-" the door slams again.
"Because that door won't hold forever" I say more to myself.
Elita runs through the space bridge, but before I can follow her I must erase our coordinates. My servos work as quickly as they can. I just hope it's enough. Finally a responding beep comes out of the computer. I vent with relief and run through the bridge that closes immediately after I exit it. "Oh man, can you say close call?" I mutter.
"How did they figure out we were spying on them?" Elita asks, by the expression on her faceplate she is thinking about this hard.
"I don't know, but the sooner we get these fragging Decepticon insignias off of us the better" I growl looking at my right arm.
"Where are we?" Elita gets distracted from her thoughts and looks around in wonder.
"Roma, Italy." I smile, "in other words the jackpot area for an alt mode on earth." I hold my grin.
"But, where is the Autobot team here on earth?"
"Nevada, United States. We are in Europe, so we will have quite a walk/drive." I sigh.
"Well, was that walk worth your precious high profile alt mode?" Elita sighs calmly but a little irritated.
"I didn't just send us out here because of a cool alt mode, if Megatron managed to bring up the coordinates with a backup system then we would lead him right to the Autobot base. With me sending us here, it will mess with his processor a little…. I hope." I look at the sky.
"It really is different from Cybertron, but we will have to manage." I take in the scenery then check out my surroundings. I see a sweet looking car and decide officially, that my new earth Alternative will be a Bugatti Veyron. I quickly scan it then transform. The car matches my paint job as my bi-pedal mode. A sleek, night metallic black with pink flames on the hood. I rev up with satisfaction, Elita spots a Ferrari Enzo, all pink. "Let's roll!" I say, a little excitement filling my spark.
Until suddenly the fragging Decepticons decide it would be fun to show up. Good news: they are all grunts, bad news: there are a lot of them. I immediately transform but Elita stays in car mode. "How did they find us?"
"There must be a squad here on earth." I say calmly
"Surrender Decepticon traitors, and come peacefully." says the leader of the Decepticon minors.
I lift an optic ridge and say: "funny" sarcasm flooding my voice. With a straight faceplate, my mask covers my nose and mouth and a sword comes out of a slot just above my left servo. I throw my arms up gently ready to fight. There are maybe about twenty of them. But, believe it or not I have been in way worse positions. "Elita, find the squad here on earth. I will distract these Decpticlowns, and then come find me."
"No! I am not leaving you Stormblaze!" Elita says firmly.
"That was a direct order Elita!" I say turning my head to look at her through the corner of my left optic.
"You can't take them all on your own!" she says a little bit of panic crossing over into her audio.
"Ok, for one, you have not seen me fight. And two! If you can make it back to the squad here on earth, then you can come back for me, I will be ok! I promise." I say as calmly as possible. I watch her hesitation.
"Go!" I order for the last time. She burns out and heads towards Nevada. A Con points a gun at her but I cut his shooting arm off then throw a solid kick to his upper back. I dodge a right hook from another grunt then uppercut the con (his alt mode might have been a car but he sure flew). Another minor throws a punch at me, but I duck and grab his arm and pull him towards me until he is up on my back then I swiftly jerk my back making him fall flat on his back. I give him a good stab and he is out for the count.
All of them circle me as I put my retractable blade away and pull my gun off the magnetic hold on my back. This gun is the size of my upper body, which means…. A whole lot of fire power. I do a lot of Decepticon head shots, and step back as another grunt throws a straight punch in my direction. I hop back then kick him with great force in the head. I give him a couple punches to the stomach region. Then, while he is knelt over, I grab his back and the bridge of his neck and foot sweep him. He lands on his back with great force then I shoot him directly in the faceplate. I look up; there are maybe five more cons left. I urge one of my hands to turn into an impressive double barrel cannon, then shoot three of them. One runs at me and I throw my gun onto my back and slide out a sword as the con attempts to throw a punch. I slice off his arm. He shifts his body weight to one foot and I take advantage of that. I plant my sword on his foot and swing like a golf club. He does a clean side flip but still lands on his back and I cut across his chest. But I still allow him to live, for I am not what I fight. The remaining minor immediately gets on his com link and orders backup, a ground bridge appears, and that gives me an Idea! As reinforcements begin to poor out of the bridge I sock most of the cons in the face to get their attention then run through the bridge and find myself in the Decepticon base