Colonel Shay couldn't believe his eyes. He was staring at a report, thrown onto his desk that morning, on a very.. interesting topic that had been buzzing around these last few years. The Transformers.
The report was from a colleague he had stationed in a Russian military base as an undercover spy where a Transformer was said to have been captured and transported to.
It was a female bot, one of the few they'd ever seen and the Russian military was highly keen on keeping this prisoner a secret. Too bad they'd been breached and this colonel had such intel smack-dab before him. He read it twice, making sure all i's were dotted and all t's crossed. Now was not the time to mess up.
He lifted the phone from his desk, his brown decorated small square room seemingly darker as clouds outside blocked the sun just then. "Please connect me to our commanding officer at the Remora base in Russia.. on a secure line." A pause. "Of course." The tone switched and a new call was being established. Finally after three rings it clicked to an open connection.
"Hello, is this Vane?"
"This is Captain Vincent Vane. Whom am I speaking to and how may I help you?" He was greeted by a young Russian-accented male. His man.
"I hear you've picked up a nice prize." Shay couldn't stop his smile from spreading. He didn't even have to say who he was.
Vane gasped before whispering, "S-sir! I didn't realize- I did not expect you to call d-directly. The staff has been monitored lately and I've been unable to have private time until today. Yes, they've brought in a Transformer that they've decided to call Vixen as she is spunky."
"What are the Russian plans with this machine?" Shay rubbed at his chin with his hand, phone pressed to his ear with the other.
"I don't quite know. They aren't divulging such information." Vane sighed heavily into the line.
"Alright. It's time. Initiate Operation Jaystone. Proceed at.." He glanced down to his watch, estimating the time in the Remora base. "1400 hours."
"Sir!" The man said in understanding. "Shall I have my men involved? Should I bring in backup of our troops in Germany?"
"Yes. Bring them in."
"Understood sir." The line clicked and Shay put the phone back on the receiver and tapped his fingers together atop his desk in consideration. A sharp exhale was released before a finger pressed a button.
"Sir?" A female voice questioned from his page.
"Call Major Lennox and transfer him to me. I need to speak with him." He ground out as if irritated when he was actually hiding the giddy feeling he felt at what was about to happen.
"Alright."
He let off the button and leaned back in his chair, spinning to gaze outside the glass windows that overlooked two semi trucks parked in the lot with several soldiers moving in on them. The sun lit the room, shadowed just so that the light hit his chin and everything below that height.
Today would be most interesting.
That was for sure.
A body-consuming electro-pulse.. that was all she felt before blankness enveloped her. Her sensors finally rebooted and her optics onlined as she was preparing to open them to get a bearing on her surroundings.
All she recalled as she skewered her memory bank was that she had found herself facing off against two squads of humans, a helicopter, two tanks and an armed jeep. When it became evident she could easily evade the bigger shots and the smaller ones bounced off her thick armor one human finally activated it. The thing that sent her under, causing her to collapse onto broken pavement. An EMP generator.
She groaned as she shifted her right arm, intent on rubbing her facial plates before a stark realization hit her. She couldn't move her arm too much. Her head was pinned down and as her optics opened for the first time since her knockout she gasped when she was staring at.. a white tall ceiling!
She glanced around just enough to 'peek' at what was about her. Men moved about, but far enough to not notice her awake.
She tried to thrash against her binds, thick chains pinning her to a slightly spiky metal slab welded to the floor. It was uncomfortable to say the least. Though her actions didn't free her it sadly drew attention to her as guards rushed over to make sure the chains were secured. She growled at them, golden optics glistening with growing frustration.
A slow clapping came from her right, the direction of which she couldn't see at that moment. She turned her head, adjusting to the sharp glare from the overhead lights and said optics narrowed at who stood before her. She didn't recognize the well-dressed man, but the air of confidence he gave made her instantly dislike him.
He was smirking, green eyes bright, face handsome.. hair short, spiked and black. He was young, early twenties with his arms linked at the base of his back.
"Hello, hello." The man had a barely present German accent slipping through his words as he greeted her. Her purple armor prickled at the presence of this 5'8 and slim human.
"To what honor.." Her voice ground out. "..do I owe THIS unexpected.. meeting?" Her gaze was a mere squint by this conclusion.
A soft chuckle escaped his lips. "You are my possession now, I'm afraid. My name is Luke Pritchard and I work with an underground network called Antimetal Knights. We're working on tracking, capturing and isolating each of you machines.. just long enough to draw out your leader, the infamous Optimus Prime, and destroy you all." The man was like a snake, slithering around with his atrocious words of malice intent.
Something nagged at her immediately. He was revealing plans. To what purpose? "Why are you telling me this?"
His smirk grew. "Because it doesn't matter. When KSI failed.. we rose up to take their place and none of you can stop our plans." He leaned closer, as if to divulge a terribly interesting secret. "It's too late. You laughing-stocks should give up now."
She hissed a string of Cybertronian curses that, if they could understand, would even make a sailor blush.
He lifted a hand, gesturing his palm to the ground several times in a 'calm down' way. His smirk faded and he stepped forward to rest his hand on her partially hidden-down right cheek as if to soothe her but his words offered no comfort. "I offer you a choice. Join us.. or become scrap metal. It's up to you to decide. I don't care one way or the other." He gave a shrug of indifference before patting the cheek. He turned and stalked off, leaving her alone to think.
She looked back at the ceiling, optics offlining as she exhaled.
Man.. she wished Optimus was here..
