WOOHOO! Part 10! I feel like dancin'! Anybody wanna join me//dances around happily//
Disclaimer-I do not on copyrights to transformers, or any other rights for that matter besides the obvious OCs.
ANYWAY! Priase Zexion's power's or research, and all-night typing of chapter 10!
There is military speak.
Delta Charlie-DC, an abbreviated code for "Decepticon"
X-Ray (can't remember if I actualy used it) is simply "X"
Alpha Bravo-AB, an abbreiation of "AutoBot"
I've also implemented little "X" symbols to mark change ov POV sotospeak, but it's all happenign in the same timeframe.
anything else, just ask me.
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All That Jazz Part 10
Barricade saw the offending silver solstice hurriedly pull into the mall parking lot. The Decepticon police car waited for his moment to strike at the Autobot lieutenant. All at once the doors to the shopping center burst open, spilling waves of people out into the parking lot. Frenzy was obviously doing right. The disgruntled faux authority vehicle barely noticed a pair of human running toward him until it briefly read an Autobot signature from one covered head to toe in human clothing, and caught a clear, albeit brief, visual of its robotic left arm as the pair turned sharply left, and ran down the sidewalk away from the mayhem at the mall. Investigating the humanoid Autobot would be very interesting later, and Barricade hadn't had a good chance to take apart a foe in a long time. Oh, how he missed the screams...
As his thoughts drifted over the memories of Autobots tortured, a yellow Camaro with two parallel black stripes marking the hood and trunk peeled out of the parking lot. Barricade fumed at the small yellow Autobot that had humiliated him in a battle that seemed like only yesterday. The disguised police car started a mental list of the order he would kill all of the Autobots, but before anything else he had to capture T3X119, and as much as he wanted to destroy it for damaging his head, Lord Megatron wanted the sniveling coward alive.
Barricade floored the accelerator when he detected the insignificant Silver Autobot approaching the exit of the human recreational area. Fastest still wasn't fast enough, nor would the resulting crash be hard enough, but there was a human girl, the same human girl who seemed to always trouble him.
Neither the Autobot Jazz, nor the human girl would trouble him anymore.
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Bumblebee's sensors screamed through the roof, and the yellow Camaro spun, the passenger door opening, and depositing the two teens within unceremoniously on the ground. The car transformed rapidly, but the Autobot General was already too late.
The screams both human female, and Cybertronian pierced the ears of those who were listening for them.
Sam and Mikaela stared in horror.
Barricade hit the passenger side head-on without braking even after impact. The damages he would suffer were miniscule in his optics, but not nearly enough as far as any of the Autobots would ever be concerned. The small solstice, albeit made of far denser, and sturdier material than a normal Pontiac, crushed in on itself from the impact the police car caused. The gleaming silver paint cracked, and the door was unrecognizable, and still Barricade pushed on.
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Ironhide swung, quite literally around the corner, the tailgate of the large black pickup forced around by the inertia of the hulking weapons specialist in disguise.
Barricade had the trajectory of the large black truck's momentum calculated before you could say fender bender. The Autobots really were making this far too easy. The silver Solstice was forced into the sliding black GMC Topkick, and the front end was crushed from right to left.
"NOOO!" Ironhide cried out for his comrade.
The final crushing blow was almost set. The police car had pushed the solstice nearly a block, and had even managed to damage the infamous Ironhide in the process. For Barricade, this was turning out to be a very productive day. The only thing he needed to make it perfect was T3X119.
AT 120 miles an hour, there isn't much even an Autobot can do fast enough to prevent a fatal accident. The bed of the Topkick had been forced through the front window of a nearby ice cream parlor, the people inside had thankfully not been fatally injured, but the same couldn't be said for the silver solstice pinned between the left side of the truck's tailgate, and the Decepticon police car.
Jazz was virtually scrapped, Ironhide knew, but not in a way that gave Ironhide any kind of reassurance. The silver solstice as non-responsive to communications Ironhide had been attempting while being pushed, and movement was minimal. Even transmetal bodies were extremely pliable at those speeds. It didn't take the expertise of a certain medical officer to know they were all basically scrapped for the next few days; maybe longer for the Lieutenant. Ironhide could, thankfully, read spark activity, but the external damaged was still too gruesome to think about. Jazz had only just been repaired after a similar, if not more fatal injury. Then again, being ripped in half kind of took 1st place no matter what other damages you ever took in a lifetime.
With Jazz confirmed alive, Ironhide's sensors scanned frantically for a human. She was there, but her life signs were faint.
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Amidst the chaos, and the all-too-stunned humans both running toward, and away from the accident, Frenzy had managed to slip out of the same duct he had entered the mall through, and scoured the trail of flaked paint, chips off of fenders, and broken headlights for a certain round robot. The silver Decepticon scurried over to the wreckage in the ice cream parlor, and climbed over his sated partner-in-crime, laughed maniacally at the damage caused to the two Autobots, looked into the damaged Solstice.
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One advantage to being small meant you could hide just about anywhere, and Trigger took advantage of that. Sensing the small Decepticon presence, he had slipped through an unfortunately broken rear window, and climbed hurriedly into the bed of the Topkick where it hid, nestled in a crevice created by the damaged tailgate. It sat quietly, listening, watching, waiting until it could re-emerge.
The telltale spastic speech of Frenzy made Trigger freeze fearfully; its power lowering dangerously close to shutting down so as to minimize heat signatures. The small eyeball-bot knew it could not be detected by sensors; there was nothing to detect, and it was a wonder the little robot was active at all. It saw the top of Frenzy's head pop up for a moment as it slammed a spindly silver fist into the roof of Jazz. Trigger glared, its eye turning red with anger. Hadn't the brave Lieutenant been put through enough?
Barricade's police siren squawked, and Frenzy roared as it scurried over the silver solstice, dragging its feet deliberately one last time before hurrying away. Barricade roared out in Cybertronian, failure not an option at this point.
"YOU CAN'T HIDE FOREVER, LITTLE ONE, AND WHEN YOU REVEAL YOURSELF I WILL BE THERE TO DISMANTLE YOU LIMB.BY.TINY.LIMB!!" The Police car roared in what humans only heard as horrific electronic screeches, and indescribable noise that made any person cover their ears, and cringe.
Trigger nestled closer to the stripped metal, and trembled. The Decepticon signature disappeared as real human authority figures arrived on the scene. Some went after the offending police car, but Trigger knew the humans would never catch Barricade, and if they did, no one would ever know. The small eye-bot slowly crept out of its little, protective cove of metal, and scanned for life. Jazz was alive. Trigger twittered with relief, and fluttered its head flaps until it was perched on the edge of the crushed tailgate.
Ironhide regarded Trigger with a high-frequency chirp, unheard by human ears, but to anyone who understood the language, and knew what to listen for heard simply this:
"Get. Off." Ironhide had nothing against Trigger, but since the small robot was standing on what could be called an open wound, a bit of force was needed to get the small, naïve robot to move.
Trigger hovered over the spot it had previously perched upon, and stared sadly down at the silver car. It fluttered in the broken rear window, and over its most coveted human friend. It perched on the mangled seat supporting her limp, unconscious body, and nudged her head in an attempt to get a response.
Jazz's holographic human driver had long since disappeared, and it was doubtful the program would ever be repaired exactly the way it was. Bald wasn't a good look for the Autobot's human driver anyhow.
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People from the street cam in, shouting out to drivers that didn't exist, and calling 911 emergency.
"AMY!" Mikaela ran over, followed by Sam.
"Oh SHIT!" Sam cursed, his mind still processing what had happened. "Shit, shit, shit, shit!" He ran to the Topkick. "You okay? Ironhide!" He called.
The truck responded by blinking both front turn signals.
"Amy, oh god!" Mikaela pulled frantically on the passenger side door, her fingers sliding against the dilapidated lock, and broke several nails. By the time the fire department arrived, and pried the door open with the Jaws of Life, three of Mikaela's fingers were bleeding from the fingernails, and tears streamed down her eyes as she screamed hysterically for her dying friend.
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Bumblebee would normally hide his robot form from public eyes, but four of his friends were in dire need of more than careless human tow trucks, and metal cutting devices.
As if reading Bumblebee's mind, an unmarked white flatbed tow truck rounded the corner, a teenage girl seated in the driver's seat, and a figure clothed from head to toe, and riding on the flatbed. The figure on the back stared at Bumblebee as they past, luminescent blue eyes locked with the Autobot general back in the shadows.
Bumblebee transformed into his yellow Camaro alt mode, and peeled out onto the street after the tow truck. Something was amiss. Both the tow truck, and the clothed figure on the back gave off strong Cybertronian signatures. What kind of signature-either Autobot or Decepticon-was hidden with a very strong alternating wavelength. Curious, but despite Bumblebee's curiosity he had to get Sam and Mikaela out of the immediate area. Aside from the mystery arrivals, two Decepticon signatures-Blackout, and Starscream.
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Mikaela as held back from Amy as EMTs loaded a gurney holding the injured Amy into a waiting ambulance. The brunette screamed for her friend until police handed her off to Sam, who held her tightly as the ambulance pulled away.
Trigger once again crouched in an accident created crevice, this time under the seat where Amy had previously sat, and stared up with a curious eye as the girl was taken away. It slowly climbed out of its safe crevice, and stood on the dashboard. Its vision as met with, not the gaping hole created when Barricade had forced both Jazz and Ironhide into the ice cream parlor by sheer force of determination, and a really bad attitude to boot, but instead it saw a flatbed towtruck, and the clothed figure trying to prying the Solstice, and Ironhide apart. The small eye-bot scurried out a hole in the near-shattered windshield, and as thrown to the side as the clothed figure pushed the front of the solstice around, and connected it to the pull cable. The cable pulled the silver solstice up on its own, and the silver car as soon positioned on the flatbed as it tilted back to a resting position. The clothed figure climbed into the cab, and the horn honked.
Ironhide pulled away from the counter, take a chunk of the counter lodged in the right side of the bed, and the counter taking his right rear backup light.
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Bumblebee pulled up to the wreckage, and Sam guided Mikaela still crying and shaking to the comfort and safety of the Camaro's interior. More sirens approached as the tow truck, Topkick, and Camaro pulled away. Anything left behind to indicate the cars had been there at all as the complete destruction of the ice cream parlor; y'know...suttle.
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Trigger, clinging for dear life with its small talon-like feet digging into the hood of the solstice, calculated flying up to the slightly ajar rear window of the tow truck's cab. It calculated a slight chance of being blown away, and took its opening as the tow truck slowed at a stop light. The small bot perched up on the window, and sat there long enough to hear a shortwave transmission.
The girl spoke into an old CB radio. "This is Alpha team en route to Autobot-heavy signature area for assitance. We have injured Tech lieutenant Jazz onboard Inferno temporary alt mode flatbed. Repeat. We are seeking Autobot-heavy signatures with precious cargo."
Trigger kept quiet, but realized the clothed figure was looking straight at it with no more emotion than a tin can looks at a television.
"We have a visitor." The clothed figure said with a Praxin accent.
The teenage girl not steering in the driver's seat, appearing to understand the Praxin speech, turned, and smiled. "Hey little fella. You're alive! We were worried when we didn't detect you."
The small robot mewled.
"Don't worry, your friend is going to be okay." She smiled. "We're not gonna hurt him, but we gotta get him back to your base. Can you tell us where it is?"
Trigger wailed as it as thrown backwards suddenly.
"What did you do that for?" The girl shrieked, but Trigger was too far away to see or care why.
All the little robot as thinking about as garbled electronic noise that might be translated loosely as such:
OHHHH GOOOOD! I'M FALLING! I'M FALLING SIDEWAYS! I'M GONNA CRASH INTO THAT AUTOBOT! I DON'T WANNA DIIIIIIIE!!!!!!
Trigger did crash through Ironhide's windshield, and with choice curses, the Autobot munitions specialist swerved instinctually, but not dangerously.
Bumblebee watched confused, even Mikaela paused her sobbing for a moment to look at the black truck as it swerved back and forth for a moment then straightened out.
Trigger hit the backseat wailing, and bounced onto the waiting seat. It sighed with relief, and shook itself as it stood.
"WHAT IN PRIMUS IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Ironhide shouted.
Trigger chirped.
"You fell...sideways..." Ironhide wanted to badly to squeeze the bridge of his nose to prevent an oncoming Autobot migraine, which was about 50,000 times worse than a human migraine.
Trigger sat itself don comfortably on the backseat of the topkick, and bounced contentedly as if it hadn't just been in a fatal car accident, seen its dearest friend almost killed, and carted away to where it couldn't see- the bot paused all thought. Amy. Away. Not here. Away.
PYUUU PYUUU PYUUU PYUUU
Trigger's siren wailed as it shook, and panicked, and came to the harsh realization that it was alone. Without Amy. With no knowledge of where the girl had been carted off to.
This time Ironhide swerved for good reason. He as annoyed. He was in pain, and annoyed, and that was not a very good combination for him at that moment. He wanted to throttle the small transformer, but knew he couldn't really do it ethically.
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Bumblebee slammed on the brakes, and the tow truck ahead slowed as well.
The teen girl jumped out. "Get him unhooked, this is as good a place as any!" She called.
Sam saw the girl, and ran over to her. "Angie, what the hell are you doing here?" He shouted.
Angie sighed. "Not now, Sam!" She ran to the open desert near where Ironhide was cursing, and trying to shake Trigger loose of his interior. She raised a small black disc to her ear, and a wire microphone extended to her mouth.
"Angie!" Sam snapped.
"Sam, who is she?" Mikaela got out of the car, still rattled, but more pissed off now for oh so many reasons.
"My cousin." Sam said quickly.
"What?" Mikaela gawked; not the answer she had been preparing for.
Angie pressed the disc on her ear with her right middle finger. "Ops retrieval to Ops recon, we are requesting immediate air evac of precious cargo to Nevada Arizona border Hoover Dam. Over."
There was static for a moment.
"Ops recon, this is Angel one. Code T3X119 Retrieve, we are requesting immediately emergency air evac to Sector Epsilon Fourty Hoover Dam. Respond."
Sam walked up. "What are you doing?"
"Ops Recon, please respond." Angie said desperately.
"Angie, what's going on?" Sam asked.
"Damn it." Angie turned to go back to the clothed figure detaching the mangled Jazz from the flatbed.
"HEY!" Sam grabbed Angie's arm. "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!"
"We have an injured soldier, I promise I'll explain evr-"
V.C. Jetfire en route, with emergency evac. Confirm location, and civilian contact.
"Yes!" Angie cheered, though no one else could hear what she had just heard. She pressed the button again. "T3X119 retrieval was a success. Transmitting coordinates. Civillian presence accounted for, and authorized." Angie couldn't help but let the happiness into her voice. "You are so clear for hand-off landing."
Alright, hang tight kid, we're on our way. ETA fifteen minutes. Recon Lazerbeak ETA two minutes for perimeter hold cell.
Angie sighed, and turned. She hugged Sam. "Sam, Sam, Sam!" She grinned. "Ohmigod, It's been for-frickin'-EVER!" She giggled.
Sam pried Angie off of him. "What the hell just happened?"
"Hmm?" Angie hummed. "Oh that! We have-well, you'll see. It's cool."
Sam stared at Angie.
Angie sighed. "The short version is, my fourth year at NYU I met a robot named Sparkplug, otherwise known as-" She pointed to the figure clothed head to toe, carefully guiding the self-sustaining tow-truck. "That guy in the garb. Anyway, he's a special operations officer, and was trying to find something...oh damn, what was it?" She thought for a moment.
Sam waited as the brunette girl thought. He wanted to ask questions, but as his history teacher would say, "please hold all question until the end of the lecture".
"Oh yeah! A signal. He's picked up a signal, but had no way of getting there because he as separated from his team. Luckily, I had a break coming up a few months later, which was a week ago tomorrow, so we hopped a train, and as luck would still have it, his team had picked up the same message, and by the time my break came up, and e got here, the team was in a geo-synchronous orbit, and scanning for Autobot signatures." She smiled. "Unfortunately," She continued as Sam opened his mouth to start a flurry of questions. "The Dam's some-odd hundred feet thick of concrete prevented scans from turning up. Luck struck again, and residual Energy signatures were detected in Mission city, and Tranquility. We started here. I stopped by and said hi to your folks, and mine. You mom said be home by 11, by the way. I just got here today, and was starved, so Sparkplug there, and I stopped off at the mall, and that's where I found cute little triggy-wiggy stuffed inside a pop cup." She giggled.
Mikaela gawked.
"Any questions?" Angie clasped her hands eagerly.
"Uh, yeah," Sam folded his arms. "What?" He narrowed his eyes, confused.
Angie clapped her hands. "Good! All problems solved."
"No way is it! I'm totally lost! You're saying you just stumbled onto these Autobots?" Mikaela exclaimed.
Angie shrugged. "Didn't you?"
Sam started.
"Okay, part of the long version is Sparkplug was sent ahead by the special ops team to find the allspark, but they didn't have any leads save for something about our great grandfather Archibald Witwicky. My dad's name came up, which led them to me." Angie sighed. "So, I know you have questions, but I have a migraine that is slowly building, I need food, I need water, and I need sleep above all else. I want to sit and chat with you, Sammy, but I can't right no because I'm about...to..." She fainted on the ground.
Sparkplug walked up, picked up the girl, and regarded the teenage boy without a word as Angie fluttered her eyes, and scratched her chin.
"M'okay, stupid, put me down." Angie blushed as Sparkplug complied silently, and jogged back over to assist the tow truck.
Overhead, a heavily armed drab green balckhawk helicopter slowing to retrieval speed, and an out-of-place space shuttle passing at Mach 3, the sound of the engines delayed by five or six seconds. It as heart-racing, and exciting just to be that close to them, but one sight of the drab retrieval helicopter landing mere feet away from Sam made his heart sink again. He had unfortunately forgotten momentarily about Jazz.
Angie's headset crackled.
Delta Charlie tracks ten minutes from your position, and man are they packin'! Get our people out of there! Sector Epsilon Forty Hoover Dam located. Attempt Alpha-Bravo contact with Optimus Prime at base Command. Bogies ETA to your position nine minutes. Repeat. Evac NOW!
"Copy Jetfire. Precious cargo is loaded, and Chromia is in the air. Requesting Air and ground support of friendlies, can you copy their location?" Angie said hurriedly. "Sam," she grabbed her cousin's shoulders. "Get back to Bumblebee, and get out of here! Get us back to the base, Blackout and Brawl are coming! We have to get out of here now!"
Sam pushed Mikaela to the yellow Camaro.
"We will provide cover fire!" Ironhide started to transform, but the tailgate end sparked, and refused to move.
Over all comms was Jetfire's voice. "That's a negative, big guy, I have cover coming for you! Get your people back to safe zone. That's an order!"
"Jetfire!" Ironhide roared.
"I outrank you, old man!" The space shuttled roared overhead again.
The Topkick's engine revved unhappily as it started after the tow truck, which followed the lead of the helicopter overhead. Bumblebee fell in behind Ironhide.
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Blackout entered scanning, and long-distance firing range, which the Decepticon munitions specialist took full advantage of.
Guided missles launched out at the Camaro, but were interrupted by Anti-missle missles, and the midair explosion was a fantastic display of midair flames, and a slight EMP that would knock out all conventional electronic devices. Transformers; they could never just disable something; always blowing it up...or was that just Jetfire?
"Base command this is Angel Ops one. Air evac Chromia with precious cargo ETA six minutes requesting clearance, and landing site. Over."
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Ratchet stared at the screen in shock, a likely response to the call. "Did she just say Chromia?" He turned to Optimus. "Special Operations Angel One was destroyed."
Optimus was on the comm immediately. "Angel One, turn South-Southwest six miles, underground entrance site. Transmitting coordinates."
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The drab Blackhawk received the coordinates, and followed them."
"Follow it! Bumblebee we gotta lead them to that helicopter pad!" Sam exclaimed.
The yellow Camaro sped up, and was soon ahead of the tow truck, honking madly. It turned off the road, and the to truck followed.
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Jetfire continued to provide air support, but Blackout had him out-gunned for the moment.
Brawl chuckled, pleased with himself, and aimed its cannon up at the shuttle.
Before the tank could fire, several energon plasma bursts exploded against the track propelling the hulking weapon forward. The tank dragged the right side of it, and groaned.
A white Saleen S7, and a pink and white Kawasaki Concours 14 sped past. A red Ford Ranger outfitted as a search and rescue vehicle sped past.
"Brawl temporarily disabled. Continue to Sector Epsilon Forty." A female voice said over the comm. "ETA twenty seconds to your position, Jetfire."
Now it was a race to get to the underground entrance before Jetfire ran out of ammunition. The Vice Commander as low on fuel cells, had three warhead missles, and 20 energon weapon power cells left.
"ETA twenty seconds!" Bumblebee called. "All units single file coordinates two-two-Charlie!"
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Ratchet's hands flew over the keys to open the balst doors leading into the top level of the underground base.
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Blackout's sensors detected the break in the shield, and he veered off to take advantage of the line of Autobots he as going to get to pick off.
"Not on my watch!" Jetfire looped around after the MH-4, the limping tank belo no longer a threat, he could concentrate on the one-bot airstrike.
The Blackhawk fell to dangerously low altitude for any human flying the craft, but since it was an autobot guidance system, it led the charge into the side of the mountain, followed by the tow truck, Ironhide, Bumblebee, Saleen S7, Kawasaki, and Ford just as Blackout sent a flurry of missles toward the line.
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"Closing blast doors!" Ratchet exclaimed.
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"YEEEEEEEEHOOOOOOO!" Jetfire swung around the explosion, having blocked it with his own shields, and side-swiped into the entrance, the blast doors closing barely behind the Vice Commander's aft.
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SQUEE! JETFIRE! Angel project (i kinda made up the name based on a real squad of Autobots) I hope you like! IN fact, i hope you liked enough to R&R! Love you all my fans, Zex
P.S. my "w" key is being warky, so if there are typos, put a "w" in, and it will probably look righ then. apologies, i use the keyboard often.