Author's Note: I know...I haven't udated in forever and I feel terrible about it... Truly, I am sorry and I hope to do better on keeping up with the updates on my stories. But, thank you all to the people who have been patiently waiting. I also want to give a BIG thanks to the people who have followed, favored, and/or reviewed this story; it means a lot to me that you all are loving this story. You're encouragement keeps me writing! :) Anyway, I really hope you all enjoy this story!
Important Note: The words in bold in this story are in Cybertronian. I was hoping to use some of the names for the 'Cons and 'Bots in symbols to represent their Cybertronian translation, BUT, FanFiction won't use it. Sadly... :'( So, sorry for any confusion in my story upon that subject.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything Transformers related; I only enjoy writing about them.
Chapter 9
"Optimus, the vehicle is five miles north of here. Should be here in ten minutes tops," Major William Lennox reported to the Autobot leader. Looking down, Optimus saw the Major in his military uniform, laden with weapons; primarily grenades which he wasn't sure if they would do much damage against a Decepticon. Optimus simply nodded, not wanting to enter a conversation. So much has been running through his processor and he didn't want to talk about any of it; not now, at least.
When the Major had left the Prime to check up on his soldiers, Optimus strode over to his CMO, Ratchet. The medical Bot was talking to Dino. Optimus only caught part of their conversation; something concerning Dino's cloaking device. As he approached, Dino frowned and finished the conversation. The red mech gave Optimus a curt nod before walking away. Optimus glanced over at Ratchet and gave him a questioning look.
Ratchet rolled his optics in very human-like way and replied, "Just complaining about his cloaker. It was damaged back in Chicago and I haven't had a chance to fix it." Optimus did not show any emotion, but he rolled his right shoulder. Back during the 'Battle of Chicago', Sentinel had severed his arm. Normally, he could've simply reattached the limb with ease, but the damage had been more severe than he thought so Ratchet had to manually reattach it. His arm is fixed, but Dino's cloaking ability is still not functioning…
Mentally, Optimus shrugged the thoughts away before responding to Ratchet. "Is everything set; everyone prepared?"
Ratchet nodded. "Everything is set, Prime. Lennox has his soldiers armed; honestly, I think half the weapons they have are unnecessary…" Ratchet grumbled his last few words, gazing at the numerous human soldiers. "All the Autobots are accounted for; well, except for Bumblebee. He drove Sam over to Carly's hotel a couple hours away." Optimus nodded, thankful that Bumblebee had thought ahead and had taken their human friend to safer area. "We're ready for anything, Prime."
"Is this all really necessary, Prime?" Sideswipe asked, coming to Optimus's side. Optimus had to look down at the silver mech since he was roughly half of the Prime's size.
"Yes, Sideswipe. We do not know who we are dealing with. We must be prepared for anything," Optimus replied.
"But it's one 'Con. How much damage can he do?" Sideswipe asked, slightly annoyed. Silently Optimus wondered if he was trying to start an argument.
"May I remind you that that single Decepticon destroyed much of Litchfield?" Ratchet responded, a slight threat mixed in his tone.
Sideswipe gave a thoughtful frown. "I know what he did; I don't need a reminder. Sorry, Prime…" Sideswipe mumbled his apology before leaving. Optimus watched as the silver mech 'rolled' away. Sideswipe had wheels for feet so he 'rolled' away rather than walked.
Ratchet put a hand on Optimus shoulder. "Don't let it get to you, Prime. Sideswipe's been through a lot and I think he's been missing his twin more than ever now. Give him time-"
"Optimus! We've got company!" Lennox shouted pointing the barrel of his gun outside of the base for verification. Optimus quickly shifted his gaze to outside of the base. There, sitting in the pouring rain, was a black Lamborghini with its headlights shining at the base. The Prime cautiously strode towards the base entrance, never taking his optics off of the midnight black car. On the hood of the car, Optimus could detect a large, silver Decepticon sign.
For once his life, Optimus let out a low growl. So many years he and his Autobots have strove to protect this planet from the Decepticons. They have fought countless battles and killed so many; even the Decepticon leader was dead. Well, that's why the Decepticons were here in the first place; to get their leader. No, they couldn't let them have their leader back. Optimus knew they couldn't.
Dino walked up beside Optimus, hefting a sniper. "That's our 'Con all right. I saw the pictures; that is how I know." The red mech looked through his scope, aiming at the hood of car. "I have a clear shot. One shot should kill him."
'One shot should kill him.' Optimus ran Dino's words through his processor. Killing the Decepticon would be easy and they would be done. Or it could possibly start something they would all regret.
Looking down at the stealth class Autobot, Optimus replied, "Take the shot."
Cyclonus inwardly smirked as he stared at the base. It really wasn't much to look at; a simple structure large enough to hold the Autobots and their little NEST friends. The Decepticon sat there, waiting for the opposing side to make the first move; however, to his disappointment, nothing happened. Cyclonus took a quick scan of the base, checking for heat signatures. His radar buzzed violently, making it quite clear that the energy readings were off the charts. 'They're in there, so what are they doing…?' Cyclonus thought to himself.
The Decepticon was quite eager to start a battle, especially with the Prime. Cyclonus mind had been filled with revenge plots for vorns now, and he had been waiting for the right time to strike. Every time he thought about it, his eagerness grew to kill the Prime; to snuff out his spark.
Slowly, Cyclonus inched forward. He wanted to transform and take off towards the base with guns blazing. Just when he was about to do so, something screamed in the back of his mind; or rather, someone.
'If you go any closer, Cyclonus, I will personally rip the wheels off your alt form…' the voice growled in Cybertronian in the back of his processor.
'Sorry, my master…it's just…that accursed Prime is in there. He killed our leader' Cyclonus responded using his native language as well.
'In due time, my faithful servant. You can have your revenge on Prime once the plan is in motion' the voice chuckled, his anger completely forgotten.
'What about Lord Megatron? You said you had plans to return him to us. How can you bring back someone who has already joined the All Spark?' Cyclonus nervously asked.
'You shall see, my servant' the voice said rather darkly. There was a long silence after that as the two paused their conversation. Cyclonus faintly heard the sound of a gun heating up; or was it just his imagination? His question was soon answered as a blast of energy raced in his direction. Cyclonus swerved out of the way; tires screeching against the asphalt.
A low growl entered Cyclonus's processor. 'That accursed Prime and his Autobots!' the voice raged. '! Let me channel my power against them-'
'But…master…' Cyclonus tried to reason. He really didn't want to channel his master's power. He felt completely helpless as he watched the events take place before him when he did something like that.
'Do not disobey me! Open the channel now!' the voice spat, his anger quite obvious.
'Yes, master…' Cyclonus said, complying to the order. As he opened the channel, Cyclonus could feel his master's power flowing into him; taking complete control.
"Yes…" Cyclonus rumbled. No, that wasn't Cyclonus voice; this voice was deeper and filled with malevolence. That was his master's voice. Cyclonus's master took control of Cyclonus entire frame, making him transform out of his alt form. Now, where the black Lamborghini once sat was replaced by a tall black mech with glowing purple eyes.
"Power…" the black mech rumbled with a smirk on its face plates.
"Scrap…" Dino mumbled as his shot missed the Lamborghini by mere inches. "How did he avoid that?" Optimus didn't respond; there wasn't time to do so. The black Lamborghini transformed into a decently sized mech with thick armor and glowing, purple optics. Wait, purple optics? That wasn't right…
The Prime's thoughts were soon lost as a couple dozen missiles zoomed towards the temporary base. "Everyone get down!" Optimus shouted, battle mask sliding over his face. As soon as the words escaped his vocal processor, the missiles began flying in. Optimus tried to deflect them; to protect his human allies and fellow Autobots. In each hand he caught a missile. He crushed them with ease, disabling the missiles' navigation and tracking systems. With his energon duel swords, he sliced down about four or five more. The Prime even deflected a couple with his own body, but it still wasn't enough. Missiles zoomed past him and rammed into anything that got in their way, exploding upon impact. Optimus could hear the panicked filled screams of humans as they were blown to bits by the missiles and the groaning of metal as his Autobots were bombarded by the weapons.
When the missiles stopped flying in, Optimus glanced behind him to see what was going on; an action he soon regretted doing. The missiles had taken their toll on the base. The concrete walls buckled in several places and many military vehicles were on fire. The elevated platform that stood in the center of the base had crumpled down to scrap metal and many of the base's computers were on the fritz. However, the worst damage in Prime's personal opinion was the many dead bodies that laid strewn out all over the base; human bodies. Some were completely mutilated while others were still whole, lying in their own blood.
Horror filled the Prime's optics as he looked at all of them; all of the soldiers that risked their lives. He should've been able to protect those lives. That was his duty and he failed. Optimus forcefully pulled his optics away from the dead humans and glanced at his Autobots. They were all-around fine with only minor injuries. At least they were alright…
Turning back towards the base's entrance, Optimus glared at the black mech standing out in the rain. The mech seemed to be admiring his work with a broad smirk on his face plates. That really grinded Optimus's gears. Transforming his arm into a path blaster, the Prime shot at the black mech with rage. The shots were accurate and precise, yet the mech was still able to dodge them. Like he could read their very moves before they could perform them.
"Let's slag him!" Leadfoot growled, holding a fusion canon in one hand and a grenade in the other. If he wasn't a Prime, Optimus would've gladly accepted the challenge. Even though it wasn't a Prime's place to think such horrid thoughts, Optimus wanted to rip the Decepticon apart; piece by piece. 'No, you can't fall to Megatron's level. Keep it together, Optimus' Optimus scolded himself.
Just as Optimus was about to tell Leadfoot to hold his ground, the Prime saw something speed out of the base. Quickly turning his head, Optimus saw Sideswipe speeding out into the rain towards the black mech.
"Sideswipe, stop! Fall back!" Optimus shouted both aloud and over the comm. However, Sideswipe kept driving, his stealth force mode activating. Giving a low growl for the second time that day, Optimus sprinted out of the base, transforming into his alt form. Fear tugged at the Prime's spark. Sideswipe couldn't take on the Decepticon threat hand-to-hand. No, it was too risky.
Unfortunately, Sideswipe's alt mode was much faster than Optimus's; the chances of the Prime catching up was a million to one. The only thing Optimus could do was watch as the nightmare played out before him. No matter how desperately he tried, there was no stopping what was to come.
The black mech standing out in the pouring down rain couldn't rightfully be called Cyclonus. Cyclonus, although quite the Decepticon warrior, was no brutal killer. Sure, he may have plotted some…descriptive ways of killing Optimus Prime, but most of those thoughts weren't even his own. Rather, they were his master's thoughts. His master has even pushed the limits, taking over Cyclonus's body and actions. Cyclonus hadn't killed Skull Grin; that was his master's doing. It wasn't Cyclonus's idea to bring the Decepticon leader back to life; it was his master's idea. (Hopefully Lord Megatron will never hear of Cyclonus's lack of concern for him). The only thing Cyclonus could do was watch.
Now, Cyclonus's body was being controlled by this…monster of a master; and all he could do was watch the events play out before his optics.
'It seems that one of Prime's little Autobots has come to play…' Cyclonus's master chuckled darkly in his mind. Cyclonus frame quivered slightly. The way his master spoke and how he used the Cybertronian translation of the Autobots' names spooked him. Now that Autobots and Decepticons alike have grown accustomed to Earth's languages, using the Cybertronian translation of one's name was like using a human's middle name. Commanding like…
Mentally shaking away the thought, Cyclonus glanced over at the silver Corvette Stingray that was speeding towards him. One advantage that Cyclonus had, however, was being able to look into his master's thoughts. His master was planning on killing the Autobot. Surprisingly, Cyclonus didn't want the Autobot mech to die, though. Was there really a point?
'Am I going to have to teach you another lesson, Cyclonus!? ' Cyclonus's master asked angrily, he too being able to look into Cyclonus's thoughts. Cyclonus winced, the pain of his last punishment returning to his memories.
'N-no, my master…' Cyclonus replied nervously. By that time, the Corvette Stingray had reached them. The Autobot activated its stealth force mode, weapons aimed strategically at Cyclonus. Desperately, Cyclonus wished that he could tell the Autobot to retreat; to avoid the brutal death that was awaiting him. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do.
The weapons the Autobot used proved to be quite useless against Cyclonus frame. They hardly even dented his armor. Eventually, the Corvette Stingray transformed into an 18 foot tall mech.
"You wanna dance, 'Con?" the Autobot questioned, raising two deadly looking blades.
"Took the words right out of my vocal processor, Autobot," Cyclonus, or rather, his master, responded in Cybertronian. The Autobot before Cyclonus's frame widened his optics; however, the Autobot seemed to shake away the surprise and got into a battle stance. Both Autobot and Decepticon circled each other, giving each other deadly gazes. The only disturbance was the pitter-patter of the rain against their armor and…was that, another engine? Cocking his head slightly, Cyclonus saw a blue and red-flamed Peterblit truck accelerating their way.
' …' Cyclonus's master rumbled. 'Let us finish this quickly.'
'But-' Cyclonus tried to reason.
'Silence!' his master growled in a demanding tone. Cyclonus felt totally helpless. There was nothing he could do.
Cyclonus's master, who occupied Cyclonus's body, swiped a foot underneath the silver mech's feet, knocking over the Autobot. "Time for you to die…' the black mech growled happily, slicing a wicked blade at the silver Autobot.
"NO!" Cyclonus heard the Prime yell behind. The last thing he heard before something collided into him.
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