Author's Notes: Here's part two which features another favorite of mine characterwise. (I'm not sure if it's obvious, but until I'm finished introducing all of the Decepticons we won't be seeing a completely coherent plot. Each chapter will be semi-stand aloneish. There are just too many great non-film characters to introduce/re-introduce.
Aged engine sounds filled the night sky as the ancient bi-plane reawakened. Slowly it began to rise into the sky and started to bank in the evening dusk.
I woke up after years of dormancy with a feeling of rejuvenation. My systems had been restored by excess energy from the AllSpark – I recognized its energy signal despite my aged mental processors, which of course were slow to respond.
He was here. One of the first Seekers. Jetfire. Notorious traitor of the Decepticon cause – I would gladly spit in his face if I could and crush his spark. Unfortunately my systems weren't as active as his… I hadn't been touched by the shard as he was. Though I at least understood what had caused our reawakening.
Prepared to resume my mission I patiently waited for my systems to fully energize. There was no reason to rush.
The bi-plane flew onwards through the night barely noticed by those below. Too afraid at the revelations witnessed on their television sets, in spite of the governments' attempt to cover it up as a mere hoax many of the organic inhabitants of the Earth feared for their safety.
Others of my kind. They were here, now, seeking the source. The Matrix. I had to rejoin them, but even at this crude forms top speed I would be unable to rendezvous with the Decepticons in time. Especially since my space bridge generation matrix had been damaged when I was put into that archaic mechanical scrap yard they laughingly called a museum.
As it so happened however I was not the only one trapped and incapable of rejoining my fellow warriors.
The Saleen Mustang sat almost forgotten in an impound lot. It had been there ever since its last encounter with the Autobot known as Bumblebee. Barricade was biding his time, recuperating and intending to rejoin the others when he wasn't critically low on fuel.
"It has been a long time if one of my kind is reduced to assuming such a hideously impractical form," an aged voice commented with a hint of static.
Barricade aimed his sensors skyward and discovered a creature he hadn't expected to see. "Seeker," he muttered. His holographic officer avatar materialized in front of his still damaged vehicle form and eyed the dubious looking older mech. "How are you even still capable of keeping aloft? You rickety piece of rust encrusted metal." Barricade's words had a startling effect on the old Seeker.
"Pathetic young whelp!" the bi-plane shouted.
Forcing myself to transform so that I could properly teach the young pup a lesson I nearly crashed when I landed on shaky legs – some of the struts almost bent out of alignment. Stoically I ignored these signs of my advanced years and aimed my dual-barreled weapon at the younger Decepticon.
"Show your betters the proper respect, I was serving the glory of The Fallen before you were a speck in the AllSpark's spark processing node!" Angrily I took a step towards the grounder and nudged his hood with my weapon.
Barricade triggered an eye roll in his holo-avatar's optics. "Spare me the lecture, old timer, I don't have time to waste here with you." Barricade revved his engine in impatient annoyance. "Megatron has commanded that we regroup and locate the human, Ladiesman217."
"An unusual name even for this short lived species of filth," I remarked. "Who is this Megatron?" I demanded. My memory circuits were still a little fried, but even so I would have thought that one such as this would be known even to me.
"Megatron is our leader," Barricade stated with religious zeal. "The Fallen may be in charge of the current mission, but I have sworn allegiance to Megatron and only Megatron!"
"The Fallen is one of the dynasty of Primes, it is to him and only him you should serve," I corrected with an edge in my optics that must have done something to this self-righteous young upstart. Because the next thing I knew he was literally in my face in his robotic form a whirling bladed weapon inches from severing my neck servos.
"You relics should have stayed dead," he said with a snarl.
"Relics implies a plural, and I am not a majority," I remarked with a slight smirk.
"I was referring to The Fallen," Barricade elaborated with a twisted sneer. Launching his fist forward he intended to eliminate the annoying old codger.
Ducking low under the feeble attempt at an attack, I launched a blast of concentrated energy from my firearm. The young and overeager cadet crashed into a large ground based vehicle of some sort his wound sparking from my attack.
"Damn you!" he cursed spitting fluids from his mouth.
"I see that I shall have to teach you what it means to respect your elders," I remarked in a casual tone. This would be a lesson that he would certainly never forget and that I would personally enjoy.
"Ransack, stop toying with Barricade," a semi-familiar voice said from behind me.
Turning around I found another of the Seekers standing not far away. He'd been sitting idle in his vehicle form for a considerable time judging by all of the unusual markings that the inhabitants of this world had left on his chassis. His tires looked a little flat also.
"How did you revive?" I wondered curiously ignoring the younger Decepticon that had first drawn me to this place.
"You're bleeding Energon, it was easy to siphon some of it away into my fuel tanks once my systems rebooted," the other Seeker informed.
Running a complete self-diagnostic I realized that my compatriot was right. I was losing a considerable amount of energy through a rupture in my fuel tanks. The curse of being old. "I shall need to effect immediate repairs, you!" I snapped turning back to the law enforcement based unit. "Where is the medic assigned to this operation?"
"If I knew that would I be stuck here in this Primus forsaken pit?" Barricade demanded angrily as he finally got back to his feet.
"I believe I know where we might find one," the other Seeker informed with a smarmy smile.
"Is it far?" I demanded.
"Of course not, Ransack, unlike you I still have a fully functional spacebridge generator."
In a brilliant flash of light that took both myself and this 'Barricade' by surprise the three of us found ourselves in another location. A place that I was surprisingly familiar with. I had seen it many times. "The Nemesis!" I blurted. "Our lord and master is back on that miserable excuse for a planet and you bring us back here!" Whirling to face my fellow Seeker I prepared to throttle the fool for taking us away from aiding in the completion of our sacred mission.
What I found when I did was not what I expected. The Seeker had changed somehow he wasn't who I thought he had been. "Patience, old one, soon you will understand everything."
I couldn't ask what he meant by that. My systems had frozen up into a forced stasis lock. Furious I could only stand silently fuming as this mysterious Seeker took me into an adjoining chamber.
"Another one for your operating table, Flatline," he said to someone I couldn't see.
"Splendid, splendid… Ransack! It has been too, too long since he was around, I think we can make some definite improvements to this one." The Decepticon moved into my visual range and my Spark actually felt cold when I finally laid optics on him. He didn't look like a proper medic.
Tossing me unceremoniously onto an operating table I slowly lost my grasp of reality, but I vowed that these two would pay if I survived the 'operation' they had proposed to undertake on my behalf. Jetfire was known for his hearkening battle cry 'Behold the Glory of Jetfire!' I on the other hand was better known for my own twisted variation of the self-same battle cry.
Behold the Fury of Ransack.
The End