Mitch sat under the shadow of a large bridge, checking the amount of ammo she had left in her rifle. She swore at Teppy for the millionth time and snuck a peek at the battlefield reflection in the chunk of metal she was using as a mirror. Blasts exploded around her.

Things were not going well.

'Fuck, Trellis, what the hell is going on down there?' She snapped at the creature ducked a few feet from her. The Mecha hunched lower as pieces of debris filled the air again.

'Same crap different pile as you flesh creatures say' the Autobot security officer stated. 'You think WE have it bad! Just got the message. Both Magnus' are caught under Lugnut's attention.'

'The Twins?'

'Who knows? They're good at whatever they do. More than likely we'll hear them before they contact us.'

In the distance she could make out a sea of Jazz's other crew members strewn about Detroit's ruined landscape. The Inderdimensional Protection Agency's members were aiding civilians through the chaotic war scene.

Mitch barely heard Trellis's comm beep in the noise. He was silent as he received the message internally. Then he swore.

'Jazz's up against Megatron!'

Mitch snarled. That wasn't what she wanted to hear. Something no-one wanted to hear.

'How those two get near each other?'

'Followed Sari and the medic!'

'Shit.'

'First wave's been breached! First clone wave breached!' another mecha hollered in the distance. At least THAT plan was going right.

Sure, the Decepticons had hit without warning but it was how furious they repeated the attack that shocked the mecha around her. The idea had been, when the attack first started, that Ratchet and Sari would go with Jazz and hide the Allspark. If there was no hope, Sari would take her infected key and merge it with the Allspark. First her key then the Matrix as the key was already connected to the Allspark. Jazz had been less than impressed about leaving the Allspark unprotected and had made things clear - he was NOT going to let anyone near it that he himself wouldn't trust. Then, with equal ferocity, had made it clear that Mitch nor Prowl were to travel alone even with Teppy supposedly covering their fur covered arses. The second plan had been simple. Protect the AllSpark from Decepticon paws and make sure they didn't drag it across dimensions before Sari's suitably infected key could merge energies with it. Turned out Megatron wanted the bloody AllSpark more than anyone anticipated. No one was sure if Megatron knew about Jazz's matrix. If he did, the situation was even worse than they expected.

Mitch watched Trellis toss a grenade over his head, plugged what were his ears, and duck quickly. Mitch copied him.

The explosion that followed was tremendous. So was the sound of a jet flying overhead as it barely missed being turned into shrapnel. A second explosion tossed by another mecha followed closely behind it, knocking the jet sideways. It transformed awkwardly before it was slammed into the side of a tower, leaving a dent in the structure's frame. The mecha slid several meters before falling to the ground in a crumpled and badly mangled heap. Behind that shot the jet twins in their combined form. Mitch wish she could have seen them combine under better circumstances.

Mitch snorted at the sight.

'How many Fucking clones does that bastard Starscream have?' She yelled at Trellis, desperate to be heard over another wave of gunfire.

'Twelve remaining. You should see the female. I keep losing the dame. Stole someone's cloaking device.'

Another explosion.

'And Magnus?'

'Still tangling with that big Purple guy.' A pause. 'Or is he blue? Personally I don't give a shit. He's big and ugly.'

Prowl's universe contained the sneakiest bastard warriors Mitch had ever met. Loudest of them all was Starscream who had stockpiled enough clones to piss off even Eerrel. Eerrel rarely got mad and when she did, Mitch knew to stay out of her feathers. The bird lady was with Jazz's hastily collected team, her job to help guard the AllSpark , Sari and they key while Mitch was stuck defending the building from numerous and very determined Decepticons. Despite Starscream's blatant hatred of Megatron they managed to put their differences aside long enough to send the Clones after the ship. If that didn't say how badly they wanted the infection for themselves, Mitch would have called a nay sayer a fool. From what Prowl had explained of his universe's version of the Decepticon seeker, he was likely going to screw Megatron the first chance he got and take the infection for himself. Mitch had to laugh at that. Boy, were they going to be surprised when they discovered their place in Teppy's plans!

'Arbor's down!' A voice screamed in the distance.

Bloody fucking shit, Mitch swore, shaken out of her thoughts. Jazz was NOT going to like that. His best security officer down, perhaps dead.

'What the hell is Teppy doing?' Trellis asked Mitch, tossing another grenade over his shoulder. He ducked.

'If I knew, I wouldn't be here.' Mitch said after the resulting hail of wreckage. 'You of all Mechs should know he's as predictable as a frigging cat and I don't mean that as a Pun. He's up to something again - he's ALWAYS up to something - and I can't fucking contact the bastard OR use his power to save our asses.'

On cue, Teppy appeared before the jaguar avatar, a wry grin on his face.

'Where the HELL have you been?' Mitch snapped, cocking her rifle. She caught sight of one of the clones and aimed. The otherworldly rifle went off with an electronic spray of laser fire. The clone spun, obviously pissed that he'd been targeted. It didn't help that Mitch's aim had severed several connections between its wing and torso.

Bastard won't be able to transform after that, Mitch thought with some hope.

It was at this point Prowl appeared, too. At first she thought it was him actually standing behind something and running out to slam his wheel blades into the Decepticon clone. Then she saw another set shoot out from a location more befitting of his fighting style as the clone wheeled to meet the decoy. Just as the clone was to make contact with the ninja, the Autobot's form disappeared allowing the real wheel blades to imbed in the Decepticon's back. It screamed, then went down when another of Jazz's security team shot hit true.

Teppy smiled at Mitch, his arms crossed his muscular chest.

'Having fun yet?'

'I'd tell you to go to hell, but you're already here.' Mitch sprayed more laser fire. 'What the bloody shit have you been doing?'

'Jazz had some issues with a Decepticon named Blitzwing.'

'Three faces? The one you told me about a while back?'

Teppy handed the jaguar a ball of energy. It formed instantly between his fingers. 'Yes' he said.

'What about Megatron?'

'He's ... being taken care of.'

'TEPPY! Define 'taken care of'.'

'Jazz is a Matrix carrier. He can fight the Decepticon himself.'

'And you handled Blitzwing. Isn't that -' An explosion and pained screams from one of Jazz's crew. The cloaked female clone had found prey.

Mitch continued. 'Isn't that a bit screwed? Taking the easier target while leaving the weaker of you two fighting the God damn bull alone?'

Teppy simply shrugged. His calm, disinterested attitude was getting on Mitch's nerves.

'Hammer time, as you like to say.' Teppy said, extending the energy ball towards the avatar again. When Mitch ignored him, he scowled. It wasn't a look Mitch liked to see. 'I'm here' he said sternly. ' Take it or continue playing with Starscream's toys alone.'

Mitch dropped the rifle she was using.

'Why the fuck don't you smite them all? Megatron included. You're a God.'

'I have plans.'

'Yeah. I know. Plans plans, more frigging plans. What's the bloody use of being an Avat-'

A female clone exploding cut her off.

'Mitch,' Teppy said calmly before she could continue. 'Doing it your way would be too easy.' He handed the ball of energy to the jaguar.

Mitch glared at the God, shook her head and grabbed the ball. It was warm and tingled her hand as she handled it.

'You give me the frigging ability to smite with a thought and you won't let me DO IT. Not in the heat of battle. Not when I need to shut someone up. Not when I Should be able to do shit.' She threw the ball with supernatural strength. 'You only give my half the tools I need.' It landed with several bounces like a heavy grenade would have then fizzled out. 'And then you pat me on the head and tell me that everything has a fucking purpose.'

'Those that survive are needed for my ideals, Mitch. There are greater powers involved than what you realize. One day you'll understand. ' With that he disappeared. As always, Teppy's plans were only being partially exposed. As usual, he made no bloody sense.

The wave of energy that erupted from the fizzled out energy ball shook everything around it. The roar was unbearable and the Autobots around her dropped, covering themselves. Prowl was caught in mid leap and was shot back with the force of the eruption. It was like a nuclear blast without the heat or the damage. The majority of the clones evaporated cleanly in a haze of energy while those who'd been captured and were immobilized screamed in terror. Mitch saw Sentinel drop like a rock and the mecha who'd been in stasis cuffs evaporated in a clean puff. Things whirled in the force of the aftershock. Decepticons that had been flying fell from the sky and were slammed into the things they flew to avoid. Several tried valiantly to avoid crashing, only to land painfully, leaving a wide path of destruction. Several Decepticons that were not clones suddenly dropped to the ground, unconscious. The energy wave blasted through the city, eventually losing power as it hit its edges. Where the energy wave rippled it left a taint. Teppy's energy merging plans had started. Some had died in the Smiting blast while others, for reasons that Mitch only dreamed to understand, had been left alive. There seemed to be no logic in the results except that those who survived had been immobilized enough to slow if not outright stop the battle.

Then there was silence. Mitch was the lone creature standing, completely unaffected by the chaos she'd released.

Trellis was the first to move. Whatever warfare that had been around them had evaporated with the energy blast. When it was clear that fighting wasn't going to resume, he stood. Prowl rose slowly, too, brushing debris off himself. He held the cover of his spark chamber, apparently having wounded himself when landing. Around them the other security officers rose. Probis, the dark grey mecha. Oddball, the white and black officer and comedian-at-heart. In the distance Mitch could see Spindle helping a severely wounded Arbor rise. Arbor's leg was torn open and his face was matted green with his own energon. He couldn't move without help and by the looks of it, he couldn't see. Sentinel was rising, confused to the whereabouts of the clone he had cuffed. In the distance she could see the marks of humans rising, some of the wounded suited workers helping the public out of the rubble.

Trellis stepped around Mitch, lowering the laser cannons on his arms.

'Remind me not to piss off you or your God.' He said, both in awe and disturbed by the chaos the jaguar had unleashed.

It didn't take long for the survivors to rally. Next thing Mitch knew, she was being followed by Trellis, the security officer driving wildly through the halls of the building Jazz's team was last seen. Optimus and Bumblebee were with them, the yellow and black Autobot helping Mitch trace their friends' whereabouts. Signs of conflict were everywhere. Walls were torn with claw marks leaving deep rents in the plaster or outright missing where a body had been thrown through. Metal was dented, furniture smashed. Mitch floating ahead of the security officer and the young yellow Autobot, her eyes darting about as she searched for Jazz's energy signal. Instead she caught whiff of Eerrel's scent and abruptly darted into tunnel to follow it. The bird lady's odor was hard to miss, the mix of feathers, herbs and energy easy to distinguish over those of blood, tar and laser charged air. Trellis, wheels squealing to keep up with the avatar, nearly rolled into a wall Mitch turned so suddenly. Bumblebee was more agile and easily shot around Jazz's brother. Optimus followed behind on foot, his axe ready. No-one knew what they were about to discover.