Soundwave stopped in the middle of the snowstorm. Separating from his fellow Decepticons, he stopped short when he was sure he was alone. "Ravage, Rumble, Frenzy, Laserbeak, Buzzsaw, eject. Operation: Seek and Devour."
With a press of a small button on his shoulder, the front of his torso opened, ejecting several somewhat large cassette tapes. The tapes quickly transformed into various robots before lining up for inspection. Rumble, a humanoid robot, flexed his arms. "About time I saw some action on this mission. What's the score?"
"It's not about you, you tin plated moron!" Frenzy hissed. "We have our orders!"
"Silence!" Soundwave spoke only once, but that was enough to quiet the pair. "Follow coordinates. Take energy from area, report to Megatron."
All five robots saluted in their own way before going their separate directions. Ravage, a sleek black panther-like robot, bounded through the snow and ice towards his target: England.
Oonagh Mullarkey was not a nice person. In fact, she was so rotten she performed a most unusual experiment on herself. In an attempt to increase her own potential, Mullarkey (in a strange merging of science and magic), spilt herself into two separate beings.
All her baser desires stayed in her original body, while her "good" aspects were dumped into a vat of protoplasm. Perhaps it was the magic, or simply some strange twist of fate, but the protoplasm gained sentience. Dubbing itself Plasmer, she (now fully formed) swore to combat evil whenever she encountered it.
That explained her presence at Stonehenge, but not the odd feelings she had been encountering. MI-6 had received a most unusual UFO sighting near the ancient monument, but all flybys had turned up nothing.
The brass was considering just writing the whole thing off as a computer error. Plasmer convinced them to let her have a look around the area, just in case. After nearly an hour, she was afraid they might have been correct.
She shook her head and walked around the stones. She gazed at them, enraptured by the sights. Perhaps it was just being so good, but she took joy in nearly everything she saw. Hearing the sound of two engines coming from a distance made her pause. "Odd, they don't sound like anything a local would be driving."
Turning around, she saw two vehicles slowly coming across the plain. She was curious. The government had recently banned all motor vehicles in the area while restoration was undergoing at the old site. So naturally, the image of a red Nissan Onebox Cherry Vanette, followed by a white Martini racing Porsche 935 Turbo was enough to give her pause. "Should I say something? They are breaking the law, but I'd hate to be rude."
Suddenly, she heard the sound of grass being matted. "Someone's there?" She had heard no one approach the entire time she walked around. She spun around in time to see a large metallic panther leap from on top of the old stones. She barely dodged in time, the strange cat slashing at her dress.
"What are you?" She was curious more than frightened. "My name's Plasmer. I didn't mean to startle you."
"Jazz, I don't believe what I'm seeing!" Ironhide, a battle hardened warrior, stopped in his tracks at the sight before him.
"Ironhide old buddy, if you're seeing it, then I guess I'm seeing it too!" Jazz came to a stop. Before them was an odd sight. Ravage, one of the most feared of all Decepticons, sitting before a young earth woman.
"What's the call on this? Prime said keep a low profile." Ironhide backed up. He often had harsh words for the humans, but he wasn't going to break orders.
"Yeah, but he also said not to alert the locals. If we don't do something fast, that little chick is going to be more than alerted. She'll be lunch!"
Plasmer sat on the ground. She was silent as the strange being looked at her. "Is it scared?" Mullarkey hated felines (among all other animals), but Plasmer was only curious. The animal looked sleek, with highly polished black metal in lieu of fur. Near its hind legs she noticed two large attachments. "Missiles? Who would make a robot cat and arm it?"
It pawed the dirt before it charged. Plasmer was on her feet instantly. As a side benefit of her creation, she possessed several abilities. Chief among them was the ability to alter her shape. Coming from a large pile of material, she could easily shape and move areas of her body to create more mass or less. She usually formed clothes, but she found actually wearing them far more interesting. "Darn, I rather liked this frock."
If Ravage had been interested in speaking to her, he might have questioned why she was able to sidestep his charge so quickly. Turning around, Ravage considered using his missiles, but dismissed. Why waste the ammo on a mere human?
When the human female suddenly grew several feet, tearing her dress to ribbons, Ravage began to wonder about his initial reaction.
Both Autobots transformed. Ironhide's gun was in his hand immediately. "Jazz, did you see that?"
"Wow, the humans on this Earth are way more interesting than the ones on ours!" Jazz whistled. Putting a hand on his friend's shoulder, Jazz pointed to the fight. "Hold on there, let's see how this goes down."
Ravage, deciding to end the fight as quickly as possible, fired one missile directly at the strange human's center. Much to his shock, she punched the deadly projectile into the dirt. "That wasn't very nice!" She scolded him.
Rearing back on his hind legs, he tried to slash her with his claws. Constructed from some of the hardest materials on Cybertron, if an exploding missile couldn't budge the human, maybe massive blood loss would.
For a response, she ignored his claws and forced both of her hands into his mouth, keeping his jaws apart. "Now look, I'm not sure if you can understand this or not, but as an agent of Great Britain, I am herby placing you under arrest." She slammed his jaws together so tightly the force fused the metal together. Before Ravage could even process this, she picked him up and slammed him into the ground, tearing away his missile launchers in the process.
Jazz and Ironhide were speechless. After a length of time, Jazz could only mutter. "Wow!"
"She's no friend to the Decepticons. Think we ought to introduce ourselves?"
"Maybe later, like when we have reinforcements." Ironhide holstered his gun. "Come on, let's report this back to Prime. The Decepticons are still loose on this Earth."