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Bold Cybertronian

Italics Radio Transmission


The destruction of the Allspark was a crushing blow to the Autobots, but in the grand scheme of things, it was also a fascinating phenomenon. When Sam pushed the cube into Megatron's chest, most of the Allspark's energy was converted directly into heat and radiant energy, which destroyed the spark and most of the critical components of the Decepticon warlord. A significant amount of energy was unaccounted for by conventional human science and was composed of the life-giving Allspark radiation that created new Cybertronians. Enough Allspark radiation had been emitted to create many new sparks, but tracking them down was proving a small problem.

"I'm bored with rumbling around Mission City," Ironhide commented testily as he and Ratchet patrolled Mission City looking for the wayward sparklings.

"There can't be that many more. We already have the Mountain Dew vending machine, the X-box, and the tow truck. The desert patrol vehicle is under surveillance but hasn't awakened yet, so we just need to find that Escalade," Ratchet said to calm his friend. "How hard can it be?" Ratchet didn't actually hold out a lot of hope, but telling Ironhide that was a recipe for destruction, so he kept his observations to himself. There was definitely another spark close by, but getting a fix on it was impossible. After several hours of nebulous readings, the Autobots departed from Mission City and headed back to Tranquility, several hundred miles away.


"Stop here," Barricade ordered.

"Why?" Bonecrusher demanded in his usual impolite tone.

"Are your scanners back up to speed yet?"

"Yes," By which Bonecrusher meant they were just barely functional, but he wasn't going to admit weakness to Barricade.

"Then you can see we're at a construction company. Go find a civilian vehicle and scan it for an alt form."

"I refuse to use a weak piece of civilian squishy garbage as my alternate!"

"You stick out like a glitched thumb. Do you want to be spotted and fragged by a bunch of upgunned insects, or would you rather survive long enough to pay Optimus back for beheading you?" Put in those terms, Bonecrusher saw little to disagree with, so he scanned a wheeled telescoping boom excavator and converted his alternate form. The two Decepticons returned to the roads to keep moving away from Mission City. It was about that time that Barricade noticed that they were being followed.


Optimus Prime rolled to a halt and transformed to survey his surroundings. The base was going to need a lot of work to be habitable in even the most meager sense of the word. He hadn't expected the US military to vacate an operational base for the Autobots, but he was hoping for more than he got.

Camp Furman was a Cold War-era Army base that had been shut down in the first round of consolidation and cutbacks in the 1990s. It was easy to see why. The barracks facilities and hangars were of 1950s vintage and had not been upgraded since then. The base had been utterly neglected since it was shut down and several buildings were on the verge of collapse. The others were already collapsed.

The good points of the base were that it was just outside of Tranquility, but far enough out in the desert that no visitors or nosy neighbors were anticipated.

Optimus sighed and began cataloguing what was going to be needed to make the place operational. First, electrical and internet connections were a must. Second, some wells were going to be needed for the humans' water requirements. Third, some prefab Quonset hangars and barracks were needed to house the Autobots and humans. Anything else was 'gravy', to use the human term.


Author's Note:

Bonecrusher's new alternate mode is a Probesco Gradall wheeled telescopic boom excavator.

I will make it a habit to post the exact manufacturer and model of all alternate modes so that you can all share the carnage in my head.