Authors Note: Here it is people, the second chapter. I know I've been promising to post this one for, like, 5 months now, so sorry for the long wait. Just a forewarning, the battle sequence below…lets just say I'm not that good at writing fights yet. I tried my best.

I came up with a plot line for this way back in October and it went right instead of left. Hopefully it will, uh, 'surprise' you. I can tell you, though, that it is going to be one hell of a ride to write.

Thank you for all the wonderful reviews!

Disclaimer: Don't own Transformers. Simple as that. Enjoy!

January 12 2015 11:48 am- Network Elements: Supporters and Transformers

The first thing they all became aware of was the amount of noise and truth be told, it wasn't the sort of sound they had all been excepting. Instead of the deafening bang of guns, screams of fleeing citizens, and falling buildings what met their audio-receptors and ears was the loud chattering of monkeys, the twittering of a thousand or more birds, and the sloshing of rain against the canvas of tree cover.

Then the rest of their senses came rushing back to them, in a way that Epps could only describe as water shifting in your ear, and they saw that they were standing in the middle of a large clearing, tree's taller than Optimus towering around them. Roots clung to a cliff-face to their left, a small babbling brook running merrily along beside it, the rocks and tree trunks tinted green with moss. Vines hung from tree branches, criss-crossing over one another in a continual pattern. Bushes and leaves covered most of the ground and from the angle of the sun hidden behind rain clouds it would have been roughly two o'clock in the afternoon.

Blinking rain water out of his eyes, Lennox frowned. "Okay, where the hell are we?"

Sam's laughter, sounding slightly off, came over the comm link, "Welcome to the Amazon Rainforest, Gentlemen."

The Autobots looked around amazed. Epps hide a smile and pretended to check his fake gun. He had forgotten that the Autobots had never been to a place like this before, the Decepticons choosing to always fight in cities or deserts. They looked like kids who had just discovered Aladdin's hidden cave of wonders. Ratchet even bend down to examine a plant growing out of the ground.

Lennox, though, looked a little less then pleased.

"You sent us to the Amazon Rainforest?!"

"I didn't sent you to the Amazon," said Sam, "your still at NEST base. I'm just projected an image of it around you. It's very realistic."

"No kidding," muttered Epps, letting rain water drip onto his hand. His shirt sleeve greedily soaked up the water. "I guess we're going to have to change clothes after this, huh?"

"Actually, you'll be surprised. Once you're done, any remaining traces of dirt and water should disappear with the simulation." Sam said. The clicking of keys could be heard over the comm link. Suddenly the rain stopped and a light fog creeped into the clearing.

"But Decepticons don't fight in area's like this!" Lennox complained. The fake gun was hanging loosely at his side. "They fight in heavily populated area's! There's no one here but us!"

"Yeah, okay," Sam muttered impatiently. "Maybe you should shut up and listen before you start complaining, smart-one."

Everyone was slightly taken back by Sam's words. He had never spoken like that before, even on the days when he would become frustrated with everyone around him. He would usually just sulk around, saying little. Lennox had a look of utter surprise on his face.

Epps wondered where the joking, excited Sam from a few moments ago had disappeared too so fast.

After a few moments of shocked silence, Sam spoke again. "All right," he said warily. "Lets just get on with it. The simulation will begin in three minutes time. Five miles to the south is a densely populated city, the focus of the attacking Decepticons. Your objective is to stop them before they reach that city. You have a limited time span, in which you must stop the Decepticons. If you fail to stop them and they reach the city, the simulation will come to an end. Understood?"

"Understood," replied Ironhide gruffly. "Who are we fighting?"

Wheeljack answered. "We've decided to test you on level seven, something like a typical fight. You'll have one aerial-Decepticon to eradicate and a few earthbound ones."

"Two minutes, fifty seconds," said Sam.

"Don't concern yourselves to much on damaging The Simulator," Wheeljack said quickly. "It can take a heavy beating. All of your weapons combined would hardly create a dent in it and the only actual way to destroy it is by eliminating the power source."

"Two minutes, thirty-five seconds."

Epps felt adrenaline pulse through his veins and he positioned his gun against his shoulder. It felt good, he had to admit, to finally be back fighting the Decepticons after so long a silence. Even if it was just a simulation. It had become part of his daily routine and it was now something he found hard to quit. Around him the Autobots and Lennox were getting into position, Optimus directing them into formation. Ironhide was rubbing his cannons eagerly and Epps had to laugh silent at the unfortunate holo-Decepticon that would soon find itself at the other end of Ironhides weapons.

Around them, nature continued on. Birds flew over head, creatures rustled in the tree branches, and the fog had managed to consume the whole clearing, leaving Lennox and Epps unable to see twenty feet in front of them. They stood motionless, silent, waiting for any sign of the attacking holo-Decepticons. With no indication of which direction the Decepticons would be coming from, they stood in a loose circle.

"One minute, twenty seconds," Sam muttered absently.

Everything changed around them as birds and creatures suddenly sensed danger and fled, their terrified screeches filling the air. The noise was too much for Lennox and Epps, their ears buzzing painfully. They were both unable to hear the new noise that had emerged and was quickly drowning out the screams of the animals. The Autobots stood up straight and listened attentively, trying to determine which direction the noise was coming from.

"Defiantly the whine of a jet engine," Sunstreaker observed.

"It sounds as though it is coming from the north," murmured Ratchet.

Ironhide took a few steps to the south. "We'll ambush them," he hissed quietly. "Attempted to stop them before they get to far into the southern jungle. Take cover behind the trees and await my signal."

They ran noiselessly towards the towering tree's, dirt and rainwater flying in their awake. Epps felt sweat run down his back as he flung himself behind a bush. Somehow, and he was willing to bet that it was Sam's doing in the Control Room, the temperature had started to rise, quickly surpassing the normal temperature of a real rainforest. If the simulation had taken place in a desert, the heat would not have bugged him. But since it was coupled with the humidity, Epps found himself becoming physically uncomfortable.

Around him, the Autobots had gotten into position. Bumblebee was closes to him, crouching behind the trunk of a tree that easily cleared forty-feet. The scout winked down at him and slide his battle mask into place, cracking his large fingers. Epps gripped his gun tightly.

"Forty seconds."

"Bumblebee, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, I want you to keep the earth bound Decepticons as close to the clearing as possible," Optimus ordered quietly via comm link. "Do not let them pass that small river up ahead. Ratchet, Ironhide and myself will attempted to stop the aerial Decepticon."

"We'll help with the earth-bound Decepticons," Lennox murmured. He was peering through the branches of the bush he was squatted behind. "Like hell we'll be able to hit an aerial Decepticon through all these dense tree branches."

"Understood," said Optimus.

"If I see you perform jet judo, Prime," Ratchet snarled, glaring at him from his hiding place. "I'll lock you in my medbay."

"Fifteen seconds…ten, nine…oh, by the way, they know where you're hiding….five…"

Panic had always seemed to be able to slow time, making seconds tick by at a sluggish rate. The adrenaline already bumping in his veins doubled as every human instinct screamed at him to run, to get out of the path of the rampaging Decepticons. It was not a feeling the Epps generally liked to feel. But what else were you suppose to feel when you fought alien robots that could squish you with the tip of their big toe?

The Autobots had jumped up from their hiding places at Sam's words, Ironhide motioning for them to run west, get out of the line of fire. Optimus was giving new orders, his voice thundering. Epps ran, pushing bushes and grass out of his way. His breath came in great gasp, sweat dripping in to his eyes, as he clambered over a giant tree root, swing his gun onto his back to use both hands. Lennox was beside him, scaling the root as though it was nothing more than the twenty foot wall at boot camp.

If Epps had been a giant walking super-computer, capable of calculating and solving any problem, and being able to listen to many things at once he would have been able to tell that their three minutes were up.

"One."

They had barely made it twenty feet from their hiding place when the first missile hit, setting dirt and bits of tree flying. Epps was knocked off his feet and sent flying through the air by the small shockwave. From his left he heard Lennox give a small yell at unexpectedly finding himself airborne. He hit the ground hard. The breath was knocked out of him and he could taste blood coat his tongue. He lay, dazed, as he attempted to get his bearings back.

Sam giggled quietly in his ear, sounding amused. Epps felt a rush of anger and for one bizarre moment want to punch Sam in the jaw. There was nothing funny about almost being hit by a missile!

Suddenly, Lennox was leaning over him. "Get up!" He said, pulling on his arm. "Get up! We have to help Bumblebee and the Twins!"

"Who is it? Who are we fighting?" Epps questioned as he staggered to his feet. The Autobots had not, it seemed, been affected by the shockwave. It had possibly caused them to do nothing more than stumble before they had leaped into action.

"The aerial Decepticon is Sunstorm," Lennox said, jogging quickly towards the clearing, gun positioned against his shoulder. "The other two Decepticons are Wipeout and Barricade."

"Bumblebee has Barricade, I take it?" Epps asked. It was a known fact around base that Bumblebee loathed Barricade as much as the Decepticon hated the Autobot scout.

The ground shook beneath their feet as Lennox answered. "Yep," he gasped out, clambering over yet another tree root. "The clearing was closer than this!"

"Opps" said Wheeljack via comm link. "Hold on, the programming has you stuck in a continual loop"

Epps heard Sam barely suppress another giggle of amusement. Why was the kid laughing at them? Or was he merely amused by the small problem with the Simulators programming? If that was the case, why did he find it funny?

"Okay, the clearing should appear on your left," Wheeljack informed them, clicking on keys. "Is it there?"

The forest beside them shimmered, like light reflecting off a pond, before fading away rapidly to reveal an already pot-marked clearing. Bumblebee rolled by, his plasma blaster out, Barricade not far behind. A crunch of metal was heard as the two robots collided.

"Yeah, its there," Lennox said, position his gun against his shoulder again and entering the clearing. Epps followed suit.

In under a time span of a few minutes, the clearing had changed from a beautiful spot to a full out battle field. Tree's had become up rooted, large chucks of earth looked as though they had been scooped out by a spoon and small vegetation had been flattened. The small cliff by the babbling brook had crumbled, rock clogging the waters path and, it sickened Epps slightly, the small, dead bodies of squished animals littered the ground.

Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were on the far side of the clearing, attempting to take down the much bigger Decepticon. The golden Twin was wearing a slightly insane expression as he mercilessly ripped off one of Wipeouts missiles launchers.

Epps lifted his gun and fired a few rounds off, managing to create a decent sized hole in the Decepticons leg and causing the him to stumble. Satisfaction shot through him. Wipeout roared in pain and frustration. It echoed through out the clearing. He threw Sideswipe into his twin and glanced wildly around. His small, ruby red eyes found Epps.

"You fragging insect!" Wipeout snarled. "I'm gonna squish you under my foot for th-"

He was cut off as Lennox fired a few rounds into his faceplate. Chunks of metal and wire went flying. The Decepticon screamed once more in pain, as one of his optics fell out and energon ran down on to his chest.

"Nice shot, man," Epps said loudly, firing his gun again while Wipeout was temporarily unable to do anything.

"Thanks!" Lennox shouted, running closer to Wipeout.

The Twins had managed to regain their footing (Sunstreaker looking livid) and both succeed in tackling the Decepticon. All three went down in an ear shattering crash. Sideswipe punched the Decepticon on his injured faceplate and small pieces of sharp metal came raining down on Epps. He quickly lifted his arms to protect his face from the bits of metal and felt a curious sensation in his trigger hand.

It felt as though his hand wasn't there anymore or had simply gone completely numb. Epps forgot what was going on around him and gazed down. His hand was still attached to his dirt covered arm and he was able to wiggle his fingers. So, then why did it feel the way it did?

"It was hit with a flying chunk of metal," Wheeljack said in his ear. "So the computer chip in your vest has registered it injured and the Simulator can't see your hand anymore."

Epps didn't get a chance to answer. Bumblebee had let out a warped scream as Barricade threw him across the clearing. The scout hit the ground hard but quickly jumped back to his feet, firing plasma blast after plasma blast. Lennox and the Twins seemed to be handling Wipeout perfectly well on their own so Epps turned his attention to helping Bumblebee. He ran towards the scout and advancing Decepticon, lifted his gun, took aim, and pulled the trigger.

Nothing happened.

The trigger clicked uselessly underneath Epps's finger, almost in a mocking fashion. He stared at the gun a moment, gave it the slightest shake, and tried again. Still nothing.

"The gun is not going to work, Epps," muttered Sam. He sounded bored. "No matter how many times you shake it. Since the Simulator can't see your hand, you can't use the gun. Simple as one, two, three."

"Try switching hands," Wheeljack suggested.

Epps felt uncertainty in his stomach as he positioned his now 'useless' hand underneath the barrel of the gun. He had never been the greatest shooter with his left hand, fifty percent of the time missing the target. His left index finger felt uncomfortable against the trigger.

Bumblebee and Barricade were locked together again, both attempting to get the upper hand. Bumblebee swiftly jabbed Barricade in the shoulder with his forearm electric stingers, forcing the Decepticon away from him. Epps positioned himself and when Barricades back was facing him, fired off a shot. It soared past Barricade and hit one of the doors on Bumblebee's back. It did nothing more than fade through the door but the slight surprise on the scouts face told Epps that it had suddenly become numb. Epps let out a groan of frustration.

"I'm sorry, Bumblebee," Epps said angrily.

"That's fine," grunted the scout. Barricade slammed him to the ground and punched him in the side of his faceplate. Bumblebee managed to grab a hold of Barricades left hand and snapped a few fingers off. "I'm gonna push him off me and he should fly a twenty-feet to the east. Think you can hit him while he's airborne?"

"Should be able too."

"On three. One…two…three!" On three, Bumblebee slammed his feet into Barricades chest plate, creating a reasonable sized dent and sending the Decepticon flying. Epps fired off shot after shot and was able to hit Barricade in various places. Coupled with Bumblebee's quickly fired plasma shots, Barricade hit the ground twitching. His right leg was hanging from his frame, plates of his armour were missing, his left arm had been ripped out from the elbow joint, and energon flooded the ground. The Decepticon made no attempt to get back on his feet, laying on the ground groaning.

Bumblebee limped over, plasma blaster transforming back into his hand. He stopped beside the Decepticon and mercilessly kicked Barricade onto his back. Barricades optics were moving around in a dizzy fashion. Bumblebee twittered, ripped the plating from Barricades chest and plunged a hand into the small hole that appeared. His arm twisted and he pulled Barricades spark from his chest. Looking coldly down at the twitching Decepticon, who's red eyes were fading rapidly, he crushed it.

Epps stared down at the ground, fingers tapping his gun. He felt bile rise in his throat and swallowed hard. It had always amazed (and scared) him slightly how Bumblebee, who was normally bubbly and wouldn't dare hurt a fly, could become so cold and cruel, and ruthlessly rip a Decepticons spark out. Epps could not fathom ripping out someone's life force and crushing it before their dying eyes. It just did not seem right.

The scout dusted his hands off, and looked down at Epps. "Are you all right?" He asked, as though they were not standing beside a dead body.

"Ye-yeah," muttered Epps, forcing himself to look in to Bumblebee's face. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Man, that was harder than I thought!" Lennox stated, walking over. Sweat was running down his face. "Wipeouts usually doesn't put up that much of a fight."

"Oh, you don't know him that well yet," stated Sideswipe grimly. "Considering you've only fought him a few times. Believe me, though, that was how he normally fights."

"Slagging aft-hole," snarled Sunstreaker. He was examining a large dent in his shin-plate.

"How are Prime and them doing?" Lennox asked.

"Good question," saidBumblebee, concerned.

"Well, we could use your help if you've finished!" Ironhide screamed over the comm link. "The genius medic has gotten himself taken out of the game!"

"Frag you, Ironhide!" Ratchet shrieked. "If you had been watching where you were going, then I wouldn't be out!"

"Three-and-a-half miles from your current position," Optimus grunted painfully. The loud whine of a jet engine could be heard and then a crash.

"I said no jet judo, Prime!"

"Shut it, Ratchet! At least Prime got him on the slagging ground! Its more than you've done this whole simulation!"

"So help me Primus, Ironhide!"

"We're on our way, Prime," Lennox answered.

Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were already running into the southern forest, following the very helpful path that the others had created in the chase for Sunstorm. Bumblebee gazed once more around the clearing, as though making sure that the holo-Decepticons were really dead, before tearing after the Twins. Lennox and Epps followed.

It did not take long to locate the others. The amount of racket they were making was more than enough help. The sound of cracking bark, Ironhides cannons, crunching metal and Ratchets screams reached their ears and audio-receptors as they hurled between the trees. Sunstreaker and Sideswipe were the first to arrive and immediately jumped into action, pulled Sunstorm off of Ironhide. Next came Bumblebee, who delivered a right hook to Sunstorm guts, making the Decepticon double over.

Lennox and Epps were the last to arrive but they did not enter the fight. Epps knew that it was simply stupid to come within twenty feet of six battling robots. The chances were that they were accidentally get stepped on and either substance heavy injuries or die. So they stayed well back, firing off shots when ever they could.

Epps could see why Ironhide and Optimus had requested backup. Both, he knew, could take out much larger Decepticons on their own (Shanghai was a perfect example of this) but the surrounding trees and vegetation made it quite difficult for them to move. Ironhide, the bulkiest of the Autobots, had trouble manoeuvring around trees, often having to blast his way through. Optimus, being the tallest, would get caught in vines and low tree branches. Bumblebee, it seemed, was the only one that could move without difficulty. His small sized allowed him to move around without problem and it was him who would deliver the heaviest blows.

The fight between the five Autobots and Decepticon started to slow considerably after only a few minutes, as Wipeout became more injured. One of the jet engines on his back had been ripped out by a more than blood thirsty Sunstreaker and crushed so that it resembled nothing more than a pile of scrap metal. Dents and gashes littered his armour and energon seeped out of various wounds. Optimus and Bumblebee had, when it became apparent that Wipeout was almost finished, stepped back to allow the Twins (who were having too much fun to stop) and Ironhide to finishes off the holo-Decepticon.

"So, Ratchet," Lennox said casually, as he managed to hit Sunstorm in the shoulder. "How'd you get taken out?"

The CMO snarled and attempted to strip a tree branch of its bark but his hand simply went through it. "Ironhide," Ratchet growled, irritated. He flexed his hand and swiped it a few times through a tree trunk. "He tripped over a tree root and pushed me in the way of an on coming missile. Before I knew what was happened, Wheeljack was telling me I was done."

"Sorry to hear it Ratchet," Epps said. He hit the bottom of his gun to change the magazine. "You'll be able to fight next time, though."

"Yes, well, I-"

A shower of bullets suddenly hit the tree next to them and chunks of bark went flying. Epps and Lennox both gave yells of surprise and jumped out of the line of fire.

"Slaggit, Ironhide!" Ratchet screamed angrily. "Watch where the frag you're aiming!"

"Bit my aft, Hatchet!" Ironhide growled. "Move, you fragging golden aft-hole!"

"You guys are going to render my deaf by the end of this," Sam said painfully via comm link. "Mikaela's already removed her comm link, she couldn't take the screaming."

"Well, luckily you guys are almost finished," Wheeljack said. "Sunstorm is almost done for and the simulation will come to an end after that. I must say, this is the best test run we've had so far. Just a couple of glitches, easily fixable and-"

Wheeljack was cut off as the forest gave a very odd sort of shudder and loud groaning sounds were heard, like a ship sinking in the ocean. Everyone creased moving at once. Suddenly, everything flickered in and out, changing back and forth between the Amazon Rainforest and the large, blue room of the Simulator. Trees jumped around, switching places with one another, and for one very short second they found themselves standing in a densely populated city. Epps stood frozen, gripping the fake gun tightly. This continued for a few very tense seconds, before it came to an abrupt halt on the rainforest. Rain continued to fall as though nothing at happened. They all stood still, glancing around.

'Way to jinx it, Wheeljack," sighed Sam after a nano-second of complete silence.

"What the hell just happened?" Lennox stuttered, turning on the spot.

"I have no idea," Wheeljack said frantically. "Its-its never done that before!"

"Great," muttered Sunstreaker darkly. "It is going to blow up on us!"

Wheeljack was saved from answering by a very loud roar of rage. It was muffled slightly by the trees but it still managed to make Epps' ears ach. Next second, Bumblebee went flying as a newly repaired Sunstorm threw the Autobot scout off of him. All past damages from before were gone as though someone had wiped them away. The Decepticon gave all of them one look of disgust before punching Optimus (the closed to him) in the side and using the Autobot leader as leverage to get back towards the sky. Optimus attempted to grab a hold of the aerial Decepticon but before he could get a proper grip on the Sunstorm, he had already transformed into an F-15 Eagle and taken off.

They heard a crash from behind them and the next second Barricade and Wipeout were running past.

Everyone stared in bewilderment.

"I crushed Barricades spark!" Bumblebee said. "I killed him! He shouldn't be alive!"

"And we took out Wipeout!" said the Twins in unison.

"I don't know what is happening!" Wheeljack said loudly. "It looks as though the simulation has started over again!"

"I guess you guys are going to have to stop them from reaching the city, while we figure out what just happened." Sam said, once again sounding bored. "Although, from our readings, you're still out Ratchet."

Epps frowned. The kid didn't sound as though he didn't cared that his invention was failing. Beside him, Ratchet made a sound as though he, too, was surprised by Sam's attitude. Epps looked up at him. A suspicious look bloomed across the CMO's faceplate.

"Can't you just stop the simulation?" Bumblebee asked. He was tapping the tree nearest him, twittering at it inquisitively.

"I agree with 'Bee," Sideswipe said loudly. "Just stop the simulation before something bad happens! Like-"

"-it blowing up!" Sunstreaker finished for his twin.

The clicking of keys was heard over the comm link and than it was followed by Wheeljacks panicked groan. "I can't. For some reason that particular program has been shut down. The only way out is to beat the level or lose."

"Slaggit," Ironhide grumbled before taking off after the three Decepticons. It was obvious that he didn't planning on being beaten by a few holograms. The other Autobots and Lennox followed after doubtful glances at one another.

Epps took a few steps before he realized that Ratchet had not moved. He looked back at the medic. "Aren't you coming, Ratchet?"

"No, no," answered the CMO slowly. His usual brisk manner of speaking was gone, replaced by a thoughtful one. It looked as though he was attempting to figure out a complicated riddle. "I'll just wait here until the simulation is over. I'm of no use anyway…"

"All right," Epps said, looking curiously at he medic. "If you're sure."

As he ran after the others, he heard Ratchet mutter absently, "I'm quite sure, Epps."

Epps quickly caught sight of the others up head, after a very moments of running. Bumblebee was once again locked in combat with Barricade, energon all ready splattering the ground, and the Twins were on top of Wipeout. Epps assumed that Optimus and Ironhide had gone after Sunstorm, as he fired a few rounds at Wipeout.

"Could it have been a glitch in the programming?" Wheeljack muttered in his ear.

"Possibly, but we checked it a thousand and one times for something like this…"

Sunstreaker was ripped from Wipeouts back by the much larger Decepticon and swung around like a bat, so that he collided with his twin with a deafening crash. Both went tumbling to the ground. Epps and Lennox fired around after around at the Decepticon but Wipeout, unfazed by their attack, lifted his foot and attempted to step on Epps, who dived out of the way. He hit the ground, rolled, and twisted around to fire two quick shots at Wipeouts chest. Armour melted away.

"Fraggit," Ironhide snarled in frustration. "I can't get a clear shot through all these Pit-spawned tree branches!"

"Half-a-mile to the city," Sam said quickly, before going back to his conversation with Wheeljack.

We're not going to win this, Epps thought. There was no way now. They had been so close, too.

"Get off me, you slagging mute piece of Autobot scum!" Barricade roared, twisting Bumblebee's arm behind his back hard and slamming him to the ground.

Bumblebee squirmed and managed to somehow break free of Barricades hold. He flipped the Decepticon over his back, pushed himself off the forest floor, and ripped Barricades right arm from its socket. As large amounts of energon poured from the gaping wounded, Bumblebee tore Barricades head off.

It had been a much quicker fight than back in the clearing, coming to an end in a matter of minutes. But Epps knew that it would have lasted much longer of the Decepticon hadn't called Bumblebee 'mute'. If it was one thing that sent Bumblebee into a completely irritated state, it was the fact he could not speak verbally.

"Barricades out of the count," the Scout growled angrily, crushing the Decepticon head in his hands.

"Here, 'Bee," Sideswipe said casually, as his twin brought a very injured Wipeout to his knees. "You can to the honours. Take out the rest of your anger on this slagging excuse… Barricade, calling you mute, he was basically signing his own death warrant," he added quietly with a shake of his head.

Epps could only agree.

But before Bumblebee could finish off Wipeout, Ironhide yelled with agitation over the comm link. A very automatic voice then echoed around them.

"Simulation over."

Well, there you are. I hope it was all right. Like I said, I'm still learning to write combat scenes.

The hardest question I had to ask myself was "What are Lennox and Epps going to do?" Two humans fighting along side six very capable robots. Needless to say, it took me awhile to figure it out.

For all that is good and holy, lets ignore geography. I know there is probably not a major, densely populated city on the edge of the Amazon. But we'll just be oblivious do that little fact…

It was originally Epps that was going to be taken out of the game but than, during one of my many failed attempts to get a proper eight hours sleep over March Break, a very comical scene of Ironhide tripping over a tree root, waving his arms around wildly, and pushing Ratchet in the path of an on-coming missile came to mind. I laughed myself stupid for five minutes because of it (or maybe it was the fact I hadn't slept in twenty-hours…)

I found Wipeout and Sunstorm from a list of Decepticons on Wikipedia. There wasn't a lot of information on them when I clicked the link beside there names, so I'm happily going to molted them into whatever I want.

Also, about Bumblebee's less than ruthless murder of Barricade… That'll be explained in the next chapter.

Chapter three won't be long, I have it somewhat written. I just have to finish it off and edit.

Kup's (introduced in the last chapter), Prowl, Wipeout and Sunstorm's alt-modes linked on my page. Go take a look.

Review, please!