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The project
-Part 1-
Jazz leaped backwards, performing some acrobatics, avoiding several shots from Vehicons' blasters. Soon, Ironhide stood between him and the 'Cons, setting his rocket launchers and opening fire. When his two projectiles hit the targets, all five Decepticon drones blew up to pieces. The sergeant smirk at his handiwork, but it was not long lived. As soon as he felt pride for his accomplishment, he got punched by Genocide straight in the kisser and sent flying towards the nearest wall. The colossus roared, prepared to dash at the Autobot, when the series of blasts hit him. Jazz and Hot Ride were onto him, though the latter was running towards Ironhide. Meanwhile Jazz, dashed at Genocide, unfolding his butterfly-knife-like blade. However, before he could reach the target, Skywarp appeared before him and caught him. The black-and-purple Seeker turned 360, tossing the stylish Autobot into the distance. But Jazz, as always, while acting weird, crazy-like, was actually calm and collected. So, before he hit the ground, he transformed into the car and landed on his tires. Then made a 180 and raced towards Skywarp. Before reaching him, the Autobot SIC transformed, leaping at the very same Seeker who just tossed him.
At the same time, Arcee and Bumblebee were fighting Airachnid and Knockout, though the latter was keeping his distance and rarely even peeked out from his cover. But Airachnid never seized her taunting, crawling on the wall and shooting her webbing. Unluckily for her, her webbing kept missing. Then again, she paid no attention to the 19 foot-tall yellow scout. She was focused on an Autobot femme. And far above them, Jetfire and Starscream were trying to shoot each other down. Well, actually it was the former trying to shoot down the latter, who was trying to fly away. However, Starscream, being a coward that he mostly was, was very good at avoiding the shots. The former Seeker came to complain how pointless this fight was since the Decepticon SIC would always run away whenever the fight started.
It all that played on a big monitor. The room was slightly illuminated, most of the light coming from the monitors of various computers and the big screen, before which the man in green armor under the black coat watched.. Silas scowled mentally while watching the material their drone recorded. If only M.E.C.H. could get their hands on them, they would have a perfect weapon.
"You're likely thinking about getting one of these things, Silas." Professor said, approaching the leader of M.E.C.H. The man was holding a tablet in his left arm, while with his right fixing his mask. Silas gave the man the glare before turning back to the monitor again. Professor chuckled. "It would certainly help. Considering how their technology resembles biology to the extent that Grimlock, for all his power, is still inefficient. Not to mention, it holds the construction of the other units."
"Indeed, Professor." Silas spoke, more focused on the sentient machines on the screen. Their sentience provoked him. Machines that are alive. That have a sense of... morality. How stupid. Machines should only serve to bring down governments. To give power. However, their sentience was also what made them... beautiful. Deadscore's remains helped improve Grimlock, but it was still not the perfect weapon. He wanted it to be... perfect, like a butterfly coming out of its cocoon. But no, something was still a miss. Something apparently humans lacked the intelligence to figure out. So perhaps these alien machines would provide the necessary knowledge.
Then his eyes widened. "Pause it!" he ordered. The man by the nearby console did as commanded, freezing the projection. "Rewind three seconds!" Silas ordered again. "Magnify square A-8! 10 times! Sharpen!" after the order was executed, Silas's eyes were ridiculously wide. He seemed to approach the screen, reaching his hand to the image. His mind went back by decades. Could it be? He had to be certain. "Identify!" He roared. Immediately the other man typed the command on the keyboard. After a few seconds.
"Identification. Name: Jackson Wolf-cry Darby. Age: 16. Location: Jasper, Nevada."
"Confirm his father and grandfather." Silas ordered with an unusual tone. It was a tone of someone with hope.
"Father: Connor Bear-paw Darby. Captain. Deceased. Grandfather: Jackson Sun-Eagle Darby, aka Shaman. General. Deceased."
"What unit did he serve in years 1967-1988?"
It was rather quiet for the moment. But not because the man couldn't find anything. What he was about to say was simply registered by Silas with a delay.
"Headmasters."
Silas finally smirked, as he looked more closely at the image of the boy, hiding with an Asian girl and a tall African American behind the big green Autobot. "Gentlemen." Silas finally spoke, regaining his strong appearance. "Looks like our science project is back on schedule." The man said, smiling sinisterly. Jack Darby was his target now.
Jasper, Franklin High
The bell rang. And the kids got out of the classrooms. The hallway filled with crowds of loud teens, who were mostly talking about having a party or a game. But Jack hardly was talking with anyone. He just made his way to his locker, with a tired expression. As he reached the locker, he looked again at the sheet he was holding- a history test. A+. He smiled at the score. He was lucky his grandfather always knew how to tell the history in a interesting way. And the test involved Civil War. He proceeded to open his locker, when someone jumped onto him, wrapping her arm around the teen's neck.
"Hello Jack." Miko greeted cheerfully, getting his attention. "So, how was your history test? I bet you're mad because you blew it."
Jack merely gave her an evil smirk. "Actually, I got an A+." he said, showing her the sheet. "History ain't that hard or despicable if you know how to make approach it." He said as Miko let him go. The punkish girl sighed in irritation, while Jack opened his locker, taking out a few books.
Then he got caught by someone from behind. And pressed against the locker.
"Look at you, nerd." Vince said with an aggressive tone, as usual. "I got an D-. And I'm so upset simply scarin' ya won't cheer me up. So today, I'm gonna add some purple-and-black spots to that pale face of yours." He said, throwing Jack to the opposite wall. Jack hit the wall so hard that he fell to the floor on his hands. He groaned with pain.
Vince started to approach Jack, cracking his knuckles, when Miko got before him. "Leave 'im alone, you jerk! Maybe pick on somebody who's willing to take you on."
"Out of my way!" Vince yelled, trying to punch the exchange student. However, Miko not only blocked the punch. She hit him back, in the stomach. He back away a little, and quickly recovered, snarling and Miko, who just got ready for his counter. But she was caught by to other teens.
"Hey! Let go!"
"Shut up!" Vince punched her in the face, before turning back to Jack. Jack was about to get up, feeling the urge to punch the red head. But calmed down. No. He still refused to fight him. "What's the matter, Darby?" Vince asked mockingly, kicking Jack in the face. The raven haired teen landed on the ground, spitting some blood and groaning. He looked around to see no one willing to intervene. The students either took this beating for intertainment, were too scared to try or had no care at all. Jack wondered how come there was no teacher here to stop this.
Actually there was one- Coach Brooks, the P.E. teacher. The sadistic coach to the school's basket ball team. Jack could never understand why, but that man always seemed to support Vince whenever he picked on him. The teen struggled to get up, and got kicked in the ribs.
"Get up, Darby! This can't be all you can do!" Vince taunted him, delivering another kick. "C'mon!" he demanded. Jack still refused.
"Jack!" Miko tried to get free, but it only earned her a knee to the stomach.
That's when something snapped in Jack. As if he couldn't feel the pain, he got up with incredible speed and blocked Vince's kick with his fist. It stunned everyone, especially the school bully. The raven hair boy growled as he glared at his arch-nemesis, grabbing his leg with his free hand and pushed him down. Vince didn't hit the floor too hard with his head. Yet it was hard enough to get him dizzy. Jack jumped onto him and backed his fist, ready to deliver a punch straight to his face. Vince was already collected enough to see that and had an expression full of fear.
"Don't!" Sierra's voice called. Jack looked in the corner of his eye to find the red headed girl, his former crush, looking at him with a pleading look. "Jack. Not like this. You are way better than this." She pleaded. Jack seemed to ignore her, willing to deliver the punch anyway. And his fist was already on its way to brake Vince's nose.
Then the pain got him.
It was too early. Jack knew that. Yet for some reason his body was already responding with pain. His head was aching. He grabbed his head and fell off the bully. Vince was confused for a second, before taking advantage of the situation. He quickly got up and started to kick Jack even more brutally.
"WHO! DO! YOU! THINK! YOU! ARE! DARBY?!" Vince yelled out the question as he kicked the anti-social freak in his anger. Then he got grabbed by the head and with incredible force pushed towards the lockers. He managed to turn enough to find the idiot to interrupted him- Terry.
"Attacking a guy who's in pain? How pathetic." Terry said, releasing Vince and stepping back, still between Vince and Jack, who was attended to by Raf.
"Out of my way, ****!" Vince shouted out, using the racist term.
Terry just mockingly smirked. "Really? What? You're not fighting me because you're... what? White Power? Man, you're pathetic."
That did it. Vince lost his cool and charged at the muscular African American, who managed to grab his fist and delivered a powerful blow to his stomach. And the kneed him in the same spot. Vince fell to his knees, as Terry turned to the two who held Miko, still. The guys got so shocked seeing Vince destroyed like that, that they released the exchange student and backed away, while Miko ran next to Jack and helped get him on his feet.
"You... YOU!" Vince snarled, getting up. He was about to attack, when...
"What is going on here?" the history teacher shouted, breaking through the crowd. The middle aged Chinese American man looked at the group with a serious expression.
"My golden boy here just got attacked by the Hulk, man." Brooks said, smiling innocently, yet still had that mean, villainous look in his eyes, matching his wide jaw and bulky body.
"I believe there was a good reason for that." The history professor said calmly. He was not only far from naive. He just knew there was more to the story than the coach said. Miko smiled while looking at her favorite teacher. But it wasn't because of his personality. It was because of his unfortunate name- Fahr Ting. Miko would ALWAYS make jokes about it when outside school grounds.
"Are you serious? You don't believe me, a fellow teacher?"
"I just know how far some coaches are willing to go to protect their favorite players. Unfortunately, Vince's reputation as a local bully precedes him." Mr. Ting said, making Brooks scowl.
Then the History Teacher turned to the teens, who were secretly affiliated with the alien robots. "I suggest you take Mr. Darby to the nurse's office."
"Thank you, Mr. Ting." Raf thanked, helping Miko carry Jack to their destination, followed by Terry.
An hour later
Miko literally kicked the door open, thankful to have finally left the building. The three boys followed her, two of them supporting the raven haired one, who had bandages on his face. The four approached the parking lot, finding Bulkhead and Hot Ride awaiting them.
"Hey Bulk." Miko greeted. "Put on some Monkey Slash." She requested, entering her guardian.
"Whoa. What happened to Jack?" Hot Ride asked.
"Vince went all way out." Terry answered. "C'mon. Let's hit the base."
"Thanks guys, but I'll be heading home." Jack said. While in the nurse's office, Raf managed to find Jack's medicine and administered to him. It was a while, but now Jack seemed all better. Still in pain and clearly struggling to walk straight, but he believed he could handle a walk home.
"Oh no you don't." Bulkhead said with a serious tone. "You're going back to base."
"Umm, let think. Either go home and have Arcee be mad at me because I know Kelly can take care of my injuries. Or go to base and have Kelly scold you all for having no idea how to treat them." Jack thought in a mocking way. "I think I'll take my chances with 'Cee."
For a moment there, silence was interrupted only by an engine roaring somewhere far in the distance.
"Suit yourself." Hot Ride said. "C'mon, Bulkhead. Let's report back."
"W-wait. Seriously?" The Hummer asked.
"It's not like the 'Cons know where he lives. And Jack knows better than to do the same stunt he pulled with the racing."
"Urgh... Let's just ROLL already!" Miko complained in her impatience. And like on cue, the two Autobots drove off. Jack watched as his friends... no, his family got further and further. His expression saddened a bit. He sighed heavily and made his way home. He was sad. For the most part, because it was his 16th birthday today. And the day got so hard on him. He was walking and making turns practically on instinct. And paid no mind to any vehicle passing by. Be it a red sports car, a blue SUV, navy blue truck or a green muscle car.
The Ark
The two cars drove out of the vortex, entering the Autobot base, which once was the great cruiser they used to leave their home world in. But when the Autobots reached Earth, the cruiser was attacked by the Decepticon warship- The Nemesis. In the aftermath, both ships crashed on this planet during WWII.
Today the place seemed off. It was dark in here. Something that unusual as the place was always illuminated. The kids got out of the two Autobots, who transformed just when the lights turned on.
"SURPRISE!" The other Autobots, including the rarely present Jetfire, shouted, as the serpentines fell down to the floor. "Happy Birthd...!" everyone paused when they took a closer look and found the missing guest star.
"W-where's Jack?" Arcee asked with clear concern and disappointment. This surprise party was precisely why she haven't showed up to pick him up today. She learn last week when Jack's birthday was and after some talk with Kelly, where she learned what birthdays are, decided throw her charge one. And now he was nowhere to be seen.
"Got in the fight with Vince and decided to go home." Miko said simply. Then finally managed to ask the question bothering her mind. "What's all this about?"
That's when Hot Ride slapped himself in the helm. "Of course! Jack's birthday party! I knew there was a reason we were supposed to take him NO MATTER what he says." He turned to face Bulkhead. "I told you to turn back and pick him up."
"Uh, no you didn't." Bulkhead defended himself.
"B-but I looked so forward to this day." Arcee said in disappointment, looking down on the floor. Jazz and Optimus placed their servos on the femme's shoulder, trying to comfort her.
"Don't look so down, cheri." Jazz said. "If Jack's gone home, then you can just pick him up. After all, Kelly helped you organize this party. She won't let him skip it."
Hearing that, Arcee got her hopes up and smiled mischievously. "You're right." She activated her comm.-link and called Kelly. Knowing her, she should be home right now.
"/Hello?/" Kelly answered.
"Kelly. It's Arcee. Is Jack home?"
"/I was about to ask you the same thing./" she said, disturbing the white femme. "/I called him. Thought I'd surprise him acting as if annoyed why he's not home yet, but he's not responding at all./"
"M-maybe he's just busy at the moment." Arcee suggested, trying to convince herself.
"/Arcee./" Kelly said. And her following words were about to shock her brother's guardian. "/Jack ALWAYS answers my calls./"
That did it.
Arcee hanged up, looking frightened and turned to Ratchet. "Can you locate his current position?" she asked, or rather demanded with an aggressive tone.
"Give me a click." Ratchet said, with no worry at all. Still, Arcee proved to have a temper one would have to be stupid enough to mess with. After a minute of working by the console... "He's in Jasper. About 1 km from the school." The sound of the activated ground-bridge silenced him. Arcee transformed and raced through the portal. Everyone looked at the vortex with worry. After about ten minutes, she hasn't reported. Another minute later, Arcee came out, with a expression of pure horror. And trembling.
"Arcee?" Optimus asked.
"Jack... He's..." Arcee barely managed to speak, as she held out the familiar, small cell-phone.
Jack's cell-phone. Damaged.
Everyone's eyes and optics widened.
"Autobots! Find Jackson!" Optimus ordered.
7 weeks later
Nearly 2 months. And their morale dropped. Especially Arcee's. the femme refused to talk to anyone. Even Jazz, who could always make her chuckle at least. The Autobots managed to run into Decepticons about three times, one of which was into Knockout. But they claimed to know nothing about the human. While most of the Autobots believed it to be a lie, some were smart enough to consider it a possibility.
"Optimus. Jetfire found another Decepticon activity. In Australia." Ratchet reported.
"Then let's roll!" Ironhide suggested, slamming his fists together. But Jazz stopped him.
"And then what? Ask them a question they obviously won't answer in a positive?"
"Why wouldn't they this time?" Bulkhead asked.
"Because the Decepticons cannot confirm Jackson's whereabouts if they were not the ones to kidnap him." Optimus answered.
"But if not the 'Cons, then who?" Hot Ride asked.
"I may have an theory." Terry said, gaining everybot's attention. "I think our well known human organization be behind it."
"Why would they?" Ratchet asked.
"Remember back when me and Miko tagged along with Jazz and 'Bee to Alaska and found Jetfire?" he paused, receiving a nod from some. "While sneaking around M.E.C.H.'s camp, we found something on their computer. It was the data about something called Project: Übermensch."
"Urban munch?" Bulkhead asked, scratching his helm.
"It's Übermensch. It's German for superman. As in superior human. A concept mostly related to Nazi's believe of some humans being as superior to other people like God to insects. Simplistically putting things."
"You mean to tell me M.E.C.H. was found by Nazi?" Miko asked.
"Not really. When Bots were found in the 70's, it was the remnants of the III Reign who located The Ark. But they were stopped by the American unit known as Headmasters, lead by..."
"Jackson Darby?" Arcee asked, finally showing some emotions. "Jack's grandfather and namesake?"
"Yes. He and Silas used to serve in the unit at the time." Terry continued. "So my guess is that missing cube was M.E.C.H.'s doing, which explains their bipedal tanks, circuit breaker armor, the Dinobot."
"It makes sense." Ratchet thought about it. And the dot were connecting. "How did you come up with that?"
"I wanna be a N.C.I.S. agent when I graduate." The African American answered proudly.
"B-but why would they take Jack?" Raf asked.
"When I managed to take a look at that computer, I found the list of names. Gary Cullen, Sari Sumdac, Witwicky, von Doom. It's the list of the most intelligent people in the field of technology, energy, mechanics."
"But what does that have to do with Jack?" Bulkhead asked.
"Bulk. Jacky is likely the MOST intelligent human on the planet. And given he could repair a Cybertronian, Decepticon's energy core and even handle Airachnid using a bunch of scrap, all that with ease..."
"Then given that M.E.C.H.'s Dino is still buggy..." Jazz followed.
And Optimus finished with a grim tone. "They may use Jackson to complete their project."
"Exactly." Terry confirmed.
Silence fell. Then Arcee, who wasn't hiding her fury, spoke. "We must find M.E.C.H.!"
"And how do we find them?" Ratchet asked. "They mask their traces too well."
"Then maybe we should bring them to us." Hot Ride suggested.
Few days later...
The Autobots agreed to go with Hot Ride's plan. They made their scouting operations obvious to attract M.E.C.H. But so far they showed no sign. Arcee and Ratchet were growing more negative. The femme was even become hostile towards the soldier, claiming his plan turned out stupid. But Optimus defended him, claiming that the plan was good. Yet there could be two reasons for which the terrorist group wouldn't show. One, they were too focused on their projects to take the bait. Or Jack managed to convince them not to go after the Bots for to protect them. Either way, they were losing hope of ever finding Jack.
But finally, Jetfire seemed to be onto something.
"/Hey, Prime Bot. I, uh... think there's a package for us./" The former Seeker reported.
"Is there a reason you believe so, Jetfire?" Optimus asked.
"/Well, let's just say there's a package with a particular M logo on it next to 'From:', and our insignia by 'To'./"
Optimus took a few seconds to consider.
"We are locking onto your current position, Jetfire, take a safe distance. We do not want to risk it is a bomb of sorts." Optimus instructed, while Ironhide typed in the coordinates and fired the ground-bridge. "Autobots! Move with caution!" The Last of the Primes instructed. And he, Arcee, Ironhide, Bumblebee entered the vortex.
When they exited, they were, surprisingly, few miles outside their old base. After a few minutes of drive, they found Jetfire, pointing at the huge crate.
"Over there, Big Bot." the flyer said. "So, uh, what are the changes it's an explosive or somethin'?"
"Too high." Ironhide said, aiming with his waist gun and took a single shot, which opened the crate. Nothing happened. Jetfire took into the sky and looked into the crate, finding some weird device. "What do you see there, show-off?"
"I dunno. Looks like some radio." Jetfire answered, setting down. Optimus approached the crate, carefully, and looked into it. Then reached into it and pulled out the small radio-like device.
"What's that?" Miko's voice asked, getting everybot's attention.
"What are you doing here, Miko?" Arcee asked.
"Hey! Jack's in trouble and I am NOT sitting around while he's missing! I wanna help!" Miko said.
"Miko. It's M.E.C.H. we're talking about. And who knows what they'll do." The femme said.
"More the reason you need all the help you can get." The Japanese girl said.
Optimus was about to say something, when the device suddenly turned on. And Silas's voice came.
"/Greetings, machines. Haven't seen you since the Alaska. I am certain this is about the boy. Don't bother any longer. He's quite safe. Like he should be after coming back home. But if you really want to see him again, you will have to come to us. You can find us at the old steel mill just outside Vegas. And don't bother reaching Agent Fowler or Simmons./" the message ended. Optimus turned to find all the Autobots, and Miko, looking at him with anticipation. He thought about it carefully. Why would M.E.C.H. reveal their location? Obviously a trap. But if Jack was truly there...
"Ratchet. Bridge us back." He said through the comm.-link. "We need a plan before we go."
Few hours past. And in the night, only the green vortex of the ground-bridge was heard. A group of vehicles exited, before transforming into giant robots. Optimus and Ironhide took cover, while Arcee leaped onto the railing. Bulkhead and Hot Ride were carefully approaching the facility. And Ratchet with Bumblebee were looking at the scanners.
"Picking on high energy spike." Ratchet said.
"Understood." Optimus said. "Jazz. Be ready to open the ground-bridge the minute we retrieve Jack."
"/I'm hearin' ya, Boss./" the lieutenant answered through the comm.-link. "/And Optimus... good luck out there./"
"Autobots! Reckon!" Optimus said in a loud whisper. And the team moved in the groups of two.
Or would if it wasn't for one thing. Bulkhead and Hot Ride were attacked by the bipedal tanks. But that's not what got their attention. It was the thing leading them- Grimlock. The T-rex robot charged them, knocking the green giant off his legs. Hot Ride was about to stab it, but got hit with a tail. The others saw this and immediately ran to assist. Grimlock looked around, growling or something. Looking between them.
"Stand down." Optimus ordered.
"Now now, robot." Silas voice came from above. The Prime looked to find the leader of M.E.C.H. on the railing between the main building and the other. "Grimlock can't do what you tell him, because he's not sentient like you. And fully responds only to the ordered remotely given by us."
Arcee glared at the man. And rage was taking her over. "Silas." She hissed her named with venom. But before she could attack, Optimus held her shoulder.
"And don't worry about the tanks." Silas continued. "They are mostly for show. You have to worry about the bigger thing." He pointed at Grimlock.
"One primitive robot of human build is hardly of any challenge." Ratchet said. And 'Bee bleeped in support.
Silas smirked. "Ah, but Grimlock has been long since been improved. Mostly thanks to Mr. Darby." He said. Then his smile widened. "And when did I said Grimlock was your only worry?"
Now that got the Autobots confused, until the building next to them collapsed. The Bots turned their attention to the now growing cloud of dust. In a manner of seconds, sounds of gears, growls and roars could be heard. And the Autobots saw the most shocking thing.
There were four more Dinobots.
"Allow me to introduce you, Autobots." Silas started. And Pointed at the Triceratops. "D-02: Slug.". Then the Apatosaurus "D-03: Sludge.", Pteranodon "D-04: Swoop." And finally the Stegosaurus "And D-05: Snarl."
The whole team took their stance, Bulk and Ironhide turning to Grimlock. The team was surrounded by the Dinobots, which were circling them. Ratchet had a look of disbelieve.
"Impossible. How could they have managed to accomplish creating these... things?" the medic asked.
"It is all thanks to the cube I managed to take from your vessel in 1979th." Silas admitted. "After your ship's discovery, I immediately understood that you were the key for humanity to evolve. Was it easy to take the cube? No. Was it easy to extract the information from it and reverse engineer the technology? Definitely no. But now you see the fruits of M.E.C.H.'s hard work." He said, as the Dinobots attacked the Autobots. Ironhide took on Grimlock, while Bulkhead turned just in time to engage Slug. Sludge and Snarl got into the fight with Bumblebee and Hot Ride, respectively. Arcee pulled out her blaster and was about to fire at Swoop, when a burning object got in its way- Jetfire. And the two flyers were now having a showdown.
"You cannot beat us, Silas." Arcee said, turning to the leader of the terrorists.
"Arcee is correct." Optimus confirmed. "The Dinobots may be strong. But they lack the will to fight."
Silas merely scowled. "They are just machines. They have no mind of their own. No feelings. And that's what makes them, as a weapon, beautiful." He said, ignoring the Autobots' look of disgust they were giving him. But then smiled. "But if you think they are not much of a challenge, then maybe my greatest creation will."
Silas stepped to his left and raised his right arm in a gesturing manner. In a manner of seconds, Optimus, Ratchet and Arcee saw a person come out onto the railing. A human dressed in a coat. But that was all they could see at the moment.
At The Ark, Jazz, the human kids and Kelly, who came after hearing about M.E.C.H.'s invitation, were all seeing this on the monitor. The shadowy figure was about to enter the light, when Silas spoke again.
"/The humanity made a grave error in its evolution. Our minds evolved. With them, we consider ourselves gods in this world. However, our bodies are weak. Now we are nothing more than a shell of our former selves. The ancients appear to be gods in that aspect. That's where your technology allowed me to correct that mistake./"
"Umm, anybody understands what Freddy Krueger is blabbering about?" Miko asked.
"/Personally, I managed to create the microbots which have overwritten the genetic code of the child the moment of its conception. The flaws have been removed. So the child, upon growing and maturing would turn stronger and more intelligent than any modern human. However, it would appear there were still some improvements to be made. You see, because we have been living the way we do for hundreds of years, it was enough to make the improvements turn the child's genetic code unstable. In this case, the brain./"
Kelly's eyes widened. Could Silas mean that...?
"/But now, things are alright. And not only alright. The prototype has even evolved even further. His strength, despite his appearance, is that of an olimpic-level athlete. His immunological system make him virtually immune to most diseases. And his intellect surpasses even the most advance super-computer man ever build. The boy is now a true god. And now- Project: Übermensch is complete!/" he said, as the figure exited the shadow. Under the black coat was a more advanced version of the circuit breaker armor, entirely green with yellow lights. But what shocked everyone was the person's face.
A teenager. His hair were longer, to his shoulder almost. But they still recognized it.
"/Wait. So Jack's been helping them with that project Uber-a-something?/" Bulkhead's question was heard through the speakers.
Terry then spoke. "No, Bulkhead. Jack IS Project: Übermensch." He managed to say through the shock, as Jack hovered above the railing and delivered a lightening to the Bots.
To be continued...
A.N.: And things turn real bad. Who saw this coming? Those who already knew are to stay silent. Anyway, part two will be coming in short. Also, let me know what you think of this chapter. And me, Ultimate10 and viking7734 welcome you to our crossover story- Transformers: Alliance. Well, see ya.