Hi, sup. I plan to update all three stories and hopefully get a story published in my other two profiles, one isn't on this site and the other is my secret identity. So, peace out, I got like five hours of sleep and I won't remember typing this in five minutes.


We watched as the old Decepticon transformed and had trouble with the part over his head. He had a walking staff, if he weren't probably about to try and kill us, I would have laughed. He looked around.

"What sort of hideous mausoleum is this?" He spotted us and I braced myself for his accusations. Decepticons will kill you, whether you revived him or not. "Answer me, pawns and knaves! Show yourselves, or suffer my infinite wrath!" We came out with our hands up; he wasn't going to attack just yet. "You little spinal-cord-based organisms...!" He ignored his earlier question and turned to walk away, changing his mind and hitting his head on something hanging for display. It falls and almost hits me. I didn't flinch. "Oh, bugger it! Behold, the eternal glory of Jetfire! Prepare for remote systems override!" He stood up strait.

"I tell you, this guy did NOT age well" the mini-'con said, having transformed.

"I don't think he's gonna hurt us." Mikayla said. I don't think so either. One, he doesn't even look fully functional. Two, he healed a strange hatred toward the Decepticons.

Jetfire turned to leave. He walked up to the end of the building. I stayed put, enjoying the show.

"I command these doors to open. Fire, I said FIRE!" He got aggravated when they wouldn't shoot. Finally they shot, but the missiles span out and turned out to be worthless. And just like that, he didn't intimidate me any more than a clumsy Autobot. "Oh, bollocks! Damn these worthless parts..." He trailed off and smashed the wall down. At this part, we started to run after him. He walked on a bit and drowned on about something or another before we caught up to him.

"Hold on, wait. We just want to talk." I shouted, not quite there yet. He turned to me.

"What do you want?" He sounded irritated, as usual.

"Look, we just want to talk!" I said as we finally caught up.

"I've got no time to talk, I'm on a mission! I'm a mercenary doom-bringer! What planet am I on?" I almost snorted. This was ridiculous.

"Earth." I answered none the less.

"Earth? Terrible name for a planet. Might as well call it dirt, planet dirt. Tell me, is that robot civil war still going on? Who's winning?"

"The Decepticons." I said, knowing if I tried to talk, he would just interrupt. He grimaced and spit something, I don't want to know.

"Well I change sides to the Autobots."

"What do you mean you change sides?" Mikayla asked.

"It's a choice. An intensely personal decision. So much negativity, who wants to live a life full of hate?" I could tell there was another reason, but I didn't push it.

"You mean you don't have to work for those miserable freakin' Decepticons?" the mini-'con asked. He turned to Mikayla and bowed down. "I'm changing sides oh worrier goddess. My names Wheelie." I watched the small display as Mikayla crouched down. She mouthed to me what am I supposed to do? I was trying not to laugh and mouthed back that's your problem. Before turning back to Jetfire, sobering.

"I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

"I told you my name was Jetfire, now stop judging!" He smashed down his walking stick. "I've got problems of my own, and it started with my mother. My ancestors have been here for centuries! My father was a wheel. The first wheel. Do you know what he turned into?" Leo shook his head. "NOTHING! But he did so with honor, with dignity damnit!" I couldn't contain my amusement when he, let's say, passed gas and some parachutes came out causing him to fall backwards.

He grumbled and propped himself up as we ran over to where he now laid. "My boosters are fried."

"Look," I took this chance to get to the reason we brought him back. "Maybe we can help each other. You know things I don't know, I know things you don't know..."

"I don't think he knows anything, honestly, I don't." I turned to glare at Leo. Just shut up. Jet fire waited and I took that as my que to continue. He still grumbled about this and that as I took a dagger from Simmons, briefly wondering why he had one, and walked over to a large blank place on the ground. I didn't hesitate as I started to carve the symbols in my head. Something told me which ones to carve.

When I was finishing, I started to explain.

"I could do this all day. It comes in waves, these vivid symbols. They're symbols, but they're in my mind. You see, all this is in my mind, and Megatron want what's in my mind, him and someone called the Fallen..." I heard Megatron mention the name to 'the doctor'.

"The Fallen? I know him. He left me here to rust! The original Decepticon! He's terrible to work for, it's always apocalypse, chaos, crisis..." I had already gotten his attention, but this seemed to get him to cooperate. He analyzed the symbols I had written in a double-layered circle. "These transcriptions, they were part of my mission! The Fallen's search... I remember now!... for the Dagger's Tip, a-and the Key!" He seemed to get excited to remember things.

"Slow down! The Dagger's Tip? The Key? What are you talking about?" I was totally lost, as were the others. He stepped forward and put his hands on either side of us and some sort of energy surrounded us.

"No time to explain! Hold on, everybody! Stay still or you'll die!" I didn't really know what he was doing, but I did know he wasn't exactly in the best working condition and I didn't doubt his warding.

Moments later it was a whole lot hotter and I was flying through the air. I hit the ground a few seconds later and it hurt. I stood up and looked around. Jetfire, Wheelie, and the twins were up on some canyon side and Mikayla and Leo were at the bottom of the sand doom I was now standing on. I think I could see Simmons up near Jetfire. I searched for Bee to find him approaching me. He offered a hand and I climbed up. He walked over to the other two and picked them up. We all figured this would be allot faster to reach them than walking.

He set us down when we got there, but still hovered next to me. God, I didn't find Jetfire amusing anymore, because that was totally uncalled for. Why did he bring us halfway around the world, yes, I knew we were in Egypt.

He better hope he had good reason, because I brought him back to life, I will definitely find a way to put him back. I waved the back of my shirt, satisfied at the amount of sand knocked out.


Hi, I did use the quote page I mentioned earlier for some of it, but most of Jetfire's rants I know by heart. I got sugar high at year book signing and repeated them over and over again. Annoying my friend and I got my public speaking obsessed, grumpy, history loving, social studies teacher to laugh. And I swear she hates me, she would hate flunked me if I didn't get such wonderful test scores.

Hey, I've been up for two hours and haven't eaten. That's not much of course, I've gone seven, but I don't even know if I ate dinner last night. So, hoped you liked it, I apologize for my pointless AN, and R&R