I don't own Transformers blah blah you all know the deal. I would actually like to apologize to any reader I still have left for not posting this sooner. I told you guys I wouldn't be able to post for a while but I didn't expect it to be this long. Sorry.

Scourge made sure he was well out of sight. He pulled out the long arm that was used to lift heavy objects in his vehicle mode, watching it change into a sniper rifle with a grim satisfaction. Working for Unicron had its benefits. He scanned the road below the mesa where he was encamped, fervently expecting his target. He was not disappointed. A large blue semi-truck decorated with red flames carried its payload calmly as it traversed one of this primitive planet's highways. Scourge could not help but smile as he raised his rifle; after all he had a perfect shot. He watched the truck for a while, and then put his rifle away. There was no glory in this. When he dealt the death blow to Optimus Prime, he would do it face to face, and see the look on his face as his spark was extinguished for good.

The gates opened and the limousine pulled in. Soundwave swiveled his head around to face the narrow gap between him and the ground. He cursed quietly in Cybertronian before opening his chest cavity and letting a few of his shuriken drop to the ground once the car stopped. They changed into metallic spider-like creatures and looked up at their master with shining red optics ready to do exactly as he commanded.

"Ins-secticons," Soundwave addressed them in a tone could be described as a mix of barking and whispering. "C-cover my ent-entrance." He wondered why even though Unicron gave him a new body loaded with fantastic new abilities, he hadn't fixed his stutter. Who knows, maybe the Destroyer of Worlds had a sense of humor.

The Insecticons quickly scurried out from under the car, following the humans who had gotten out only moments before. They walked in the shadow of the larger organics, making sure they were out of sight of the security cameras. As soon as they entered the building they crawled up to the ceiling, lucky the security cameras were following the movements of the humans. They moved swiftly and with purpose. The plans of the building they had received were accurate enough, and it didn't take them long to find the room they were looking for. Two secret service agents were watching the screens intently, looking for anything out of the ordinary. Two of the Insecticons turned back into shuriken and went spinning into the backs of their heads. Each one let out a brief gasp of pain before falling to the ground. The third one leapt down onto the control panel and did exactly as he was told. The primitive excuses for computers the humans used were easy to manipulate. Soon all of the cameras went dead, and Soundwave made his entrance.

This part of the plan was the most difficult, and Soundwave could receive no help from his Insecticons while trying to accomplish it. Soundwave slinked through the halls of the building, hopping up on a table and turning into a boom box whenever someone passed by, all he needed to do was find a computer, and the rest would be easy. Finally after what seemed like astrominutes of searching he found one. Hiding for the most part under the table on which it sat, he inserted one of his fingers into a slot and worked from there. A few normal minutes was all it took for him to hack the system and plant the virus. Now he knew he had to get out of there, the secret service could show up. Which interestingly enough, one did. Two quick shots to its head and vocal chords and it dropped to the ground. It helps to know the anatomy of whatever you're fighting, no matter slimy and disgusting it may be.

The Insecticons cut power and Soundwave scurried down the halls. It took him a while to locate the room, but he really had impeccable timing. Someone had just opened the door, and inside the oval shaped room sat the most powerful human on the planet. Soundwave dashed inside, bullets bouncing harmlessly off his armor as several secret service agents opened fire. Soundwave leapt behind the president and allowed each of his fingers to extend into sharp blades, which for the moment were resting harmlessly on the flesh-creature's neck. The Secret Service held their positions, afraid to do anything.

"D-d-don't move-ve-ve," Soundwave instructed, the stutter carrying over into the humans' language, "or-r-r he gets it."

It was late. Optimus Prime was finally ready to call it a night, and as he pulled into the truck stop he failed to notice the black construction vehicle that was waiting for him. It was staring at him malevolently, after all it desired nothing more than to tear the unsuspecting semi into scrap metal and then use that scrap metal to build a weapon which he would then use to kill the other Autobots. It waited until the semi had turned its lights off, and then suddenly it transformed and leapt at the eighteen-wheeler.

Optimus reacted quickly, transforming and locking arms with the oncoming juggernaut. Scourge pinned Prime to the ground, crushing the very road beneath them, the lifting arm now used to snap at Prime's head and crush it. Optimus moved his head this way and that, dodging the arm each time and heaving with all his might. All this time he was positioning his feet underneath Scourge's stomach. With a powerful kick The Decepticon went flying into the air. However that extra arm of his grabbed Prime's foot and sent the Autobot commander flying into the truck stop's main building. Scourge hit the ground with a loud crash, and by the time he got to his feet several blasts from a laser cannon came his way. They barely singed his armor. After that no more shots were fired.

"It's over Prime!" He shouted triumphantly, staring into the dust which had yet to clear. "I will have my revenge!" Now the arm took the form of a spear, and holding it firmly in his hand, Scourge charged. He leaped into the air right before entering the dust, spear held high above his head. As he fell back to earth he didn't expect what would happen next. Optimus had been charging his laser cannon for a blast so powerful it would render the weapon inoperable. A nanosecond before the spear drove into his body he let loose. The shot sent Scourge flying into the distance and it even drove Optimus further into the ground. Staggering to his feet, the leader of the Autobots got up and walked over to where he had seen his enemy fall. His years of experience had taught him that it was never a good idea to assume your opponent was dead, and seeing Scourge standing there waiting for him only confirmed it. He was no longer capable of ranged attacks, but a quick study of his enemy revealed a gaping hole in the Decepticon's armor made by his laser, and he formed a plan.

Scourge's special arm extended once again to lash out at Prime. Three times the Autobot commander dodged his attacks, but on the fourth the arm wrapped around him, pulling him in. At first Optimus appeared to fight it, adjusting his arm in just the right position, but eventually he was pulled in. Now Scourge was staring directly into his optics, slowly letting his hands wrap around Prime's head as he prepared to crush it. Scourge slowly applied pressure, smiling with a smile that only comes from a strong desire for revenge. This was the end for one of them, but the strange thing was it wasn't for Optimus Prime. The motors and other machinery controlling the Decepticon's facial expression began to relax, and his hands began to lose their grip as vital relays were severed. Having already made sure that his arm was going into the hole in Scourge's armor before he was pulled all the way in, all Optimus had to do was retract his hand and use his sword to hack at his enemy's innards. After enough maneuvering on Prime's part, Scourge's lifeless body fell to the ground, this time gone for good. Giving a sigh of relief, Optimus began to dismantle the body of his foe. The Transformers' existence was a closely guarded secret on this world, and it would spell disaster if anyone found a recognizable corpse. As soon as that was finished, he noticed he had an incoming transmission.

"Skyfire to Optimus Prime, Skyfire to Optimus Prime, can you read me Prime?"

"Loud and clear Skyfire, loud and clear. What seems to be the problem?"

"Well there's a bit of a…situation that…requires your attention."

"On my way."

"Actually Prime, The human government of this sector has volunteered to pick you up at the nearest landing zone. It seems this…situation…is in a place called D.C."

"All the more region for urgency. Optimus Prime out." Transforming into a truck, he sped down the road at a speed far greater that what a normal truck could handle. All of this was happening so fast, and not a word to Sam or Mikaela...

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