AN: Sadly, mechs and femmies, we enter the last chapter of What We Do For Family. It's been an awesome road, but it's not the end to the Blackwolf saga, BUT, I'm not gonna immediately start back on another story for Transformers. So I completely left Red Vs Blue, Skyrim, and Overwatch. I need to get back on track with my other stories. Airreon and Robo, maybe until I get back on track with these, try and read my other stories like my Overwatch and Skyrim stories, of course if you want, that's completely your choice. I know Robo kinda liked my only RvB chapter. Anyway so this has been my most successful story yet, and I'm glad everyone who read it have stuck around til this point. ALSO, I'll be giving sneak peaks to the next two stories in this chapter. See you guys at the end.
(The Harbringer)
"We should have never attacked! We should have retreated to Kaon, call for aid! There are mercenaries who we could have hired! But our Lord Galvatron was cocky, and got himself killed!" Knockout ranted.
"You know very well, we won, until that meddling Prime returned from the dead." Blitzwing added to the doctor's accusations.
"Even if he returned, with a larger army, Blackwolf would not have won. But Galvatron thought it was smart to take only two hundred vehicons and ten insecticons. He practically lost this war with that decision!"
"It didn't help that Barricade turned on us." Ser-ket, who had been standing there too, growled.
Soundwave made an audible grunt, gesturing for them to look, once their attention was focused on him, he pointed to the terminal.
They were looking at some kind of starship on the screen, it was shaped like a triangle, but looked as if there was a shielded and covered city built on top of it. They recognized it as the Knight's Temenos.
"HE, still lives too?" Knockout asked in shock, it had been ages since he saw that ship.
"Apparently...and this may be out best opportunity. If we team up with him, the Autobots may stand no chance, you know he won't stop until he finds what he's been looking for. Always collecting, always hunting." Blitzwing sighed.
"Isn't that to be expected from a bounty hunter?" Ser-ket asked.
"Yes...but when HE is after a bounty, he goes to the greatest measures to get his pay. If my memory serves me correctly, he always collects rewards as bonuses, and there would be four bots from Team Prime he'd be interested in." Knockout commented.
"Who?" she asked him.
"First, Ratchet. He has a bad history with the medic, the two fought their own personal war in the past, he would want to settle an old score.
"Next, Arcee. She was the reason he and Ratchet fought, He captured Arcee at a certain point during the war, he was asked to get information she was carrying specifically by Megatron. That was the one time I remember Ratchet fighting as if he was a soldier, he alone took him on and got out with Arcee. Plus, she's part of a line of Primes, Solus Prime, to be exact." Knockout for once made sense.
"Who's the third?" Ser-ket asked.
"Grimlock, the last dinobot. Do I need to say any more?" she was done.
"Well then…Soundwave, make the call; then, find us the coordinates to Lockdown's ship." Blitzwing remembered something.
"Wait, you said four bots, right Knockout?" Blitzwing asked, the doctor nodded.
"Who's the fourth?"
"Blackwolf." he answered.
"Why?" the mercenary asked.
"He's the Last Prime, why not?" Knockout chuckled, Blitzwing only nodded.
(Kinetic Solutions Incorporated, Chicago, Illinois)
A huge tower of glass windows overlooked the city of Chicago, the city was still being repaired after the Transformers' battle for Earth. Looking at the city from the window was a man, he was bald, wore a gray business suit, and had on large glasses over his time damaged eyes.
He looked at the city's repairs and saw only a memory of what had happened to Chicago, and many other cities in the world, not just this one.
He felt only anger, towards the aliens, the "transformers" that had done this. If something so close to extinction had done this alone, what would happen if they invaded? Humanity wouldn't stand a chance.
He received a call from his labs below, which he quickly responded to by taking the elevator down. When it stopped, he came to a large, glass surrounded lab, workers and scientists everywhere.
They were busy melting down parts of vehicons, parts they had gathered from the battle that happened here.
"Mr. Joyce, sir?" a scientist called him over.
"What's happened?" the man asked the white clad, scientist.
"We've tapped into the system, but look at what happened to the metal." he gestured to the metal. What he saw was hundreds of connected, yet separated cubes of what appeared to be metal, but it moved around as if it wasn't solid, but liquid.
His eyes widened, but a huge smile crossed his face.
"Kid, do you realize what this is?" he asked the baffled scientist.
"No sir…Joshua-I mean...Mr. Joyce, what is it?" he was confused, yes it was metal, but it wasn't any metal from Earth.
"It's what they're made of. And now we can get it to change form!" he paused before continuing.
"Keep working on it, we've got A LOT of work to do. Gonna need more of the metal...I'll have to make some calls." he spoke to the scientist, but mainly himself.
(MECH base)
"What did you find?" Silas asked the soldier.
"Whatever...this thing is." it was obviously alien. It was shaped like a diamond, but made of metal, Cybertronian metal.
Now, a new voice spoke up. "THAT, Mr. Silas, is the future."
Silas looked at the man. He wore a black suit, not a spec of dirt on the suit. The man was aged, he has a light mustache and beard showing. He also wore a pair of sunglasses.
"Who are you?" Silas asked calmly, his guards raising their guns towards the intruder.
"My name's Harold Attinger, CIA." Silas's eyes widened.
"Lower you weapons." the guards holstered their guns.
"So...you're the agent who showed us where the NEST base was. Why are you here?" he was surprised to see this man before him.
"I am here, Silas, because I have an opportunity for you AND for MECH." Silas was intrigued.
"I'm listening." he said simply.
"I'll make a personal alliance between us, the operations being tested in KSI and the government. And your corporation will be funded as long as you help us.; all for a small price." Silas raised one eyebrow.
"What's your price?" he asked.
"That finding, your help and cooperation, and everything you know about the Autobots, Decepticons, and the Transformers all together." Silas smirked.
"Do we have a deal?" he extended his hand, raising an eyebrow.
"Deal." Silas reached out and shook the man's hand.
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(Iacon, Cybertron)
Every Autobot in Iacon stood in the center of the rebuilt city. They surrounded the statue of Optimus Prime, where his body had been put to rest. At the center, was Blackwolf.
He looked much more royal with his new body. He was a bit larger then his 2.0 body, but he was nowhere near a bulky as his original body. He was a bit perfected from his bodies.
His new one was much more refined, the armor was less round and compact, a bit more armored, his armor had many more edges and a few sharp edged in certain areas.
He looked at his sword, usually dual swords, laying on Optimus's sarcophagus, next to the star saber. Ratchet lifted them both, on at a time, and carried them to a machine he had brought to the center for this task.
He opened the lid for the machine, he placed them inside, perfectly side by side. Some clamps appeared and tightened around the weapons. He closed the machine's lid and pressed a few buttons as it began to light up, doing it's work.
Blackwolf looked upon the Autobots, many of them he had led to battle at the Sea of Rust, and looked to Team Prime. Next to him was Arcee, he smiled as she was always at his side. He looked to the Autobots and prepared to speak.
"The war, is over…for now. Now, let us remember the sacrifices of every Autobot who isn't with us today; those who were lost to the inferno that tore us apart, and threw us into a civil war between freedom and tyranny." he paused before continuing.
"But...there are some, among us, who chose not to stand by us, at the deadliest battle this war has ever seen...the battle that determined the fate of Cybertron; the battle of the Sea of Rust. There were thousands of Autobots, who remained in space until the battle was won; and for what reason?" they were confused.
"They did not come to our aid, because I'm not Optimus Prime. They doubted my leadership and wouldn't come to the call of a new Prime." he looked at the captains who had done this, they were shocked, but knew he was telling the truth.
"But now's not the time to lay blame; Optimus wouldn't want it. But...how can we fight for our freedom and claim we do...if our brothers and sisters won't come to our aid, for the cause they fight for, when we need it most?" he looked around.
"There is never a more noble leader, who would give up his life, not for his cause, but for who he fights for. But such a sacrifice cannot be given...it must be earned. Was Optimus wrong to believe in us? When there were some of us who did not aid the cause he believed in?" they all lowered their helms.
"Only by working together, can we succeed. That's why, I, Blackwolf, The last Prime, unite all Autobots under one common cause;...freedom." he looked back as the machine finished it's work.
Ratchet opened it, and pulled out a completely different weapon. It looked like the Star Saber, but the blade had red edges surrounding the blade, Blackwolf recognized the hilt as his by the design, but the color was that of the saber's. But this was a new saber. It worked like Blackwolf's sword, it could split into two swords, and could unleash a wave of energy when swung. But now in two pieces, the dual blades could unleash the same waves of energy.
Blackwolf hesitantly reached out...his servo ever slowly reaching for the blade. His hand hovered over the blade's hilt.
With a sigh, and an inhale, his hand grasped the blade. Before lifting it, he looked to Arcee and held her close and lifted the blade, high into the air so the blade pointed into the sky.
"For Cybertron!" he yelled, the Autobots rising to his rally.
"FOR CYBERTRON AND THE AUTOBOTS!" he yelled, the crowd yelled after him.
"FOR CYBERTRON! FOR THE AUTOBOTS!" the army of Autobots roared.
(Omega Three, Nevada, Earth)
The base, after a long time, was itself again. Johnson seemed to take Jack's place as the leader of the human members of Team Prime. Miko was out with Bulkhead, listening to Slash Monkey and Dune bashing. Raf an Bee were at the Arcade, and Johnson was actually on a date at the moment. Ratchet continued to work on whatever was broken.
In their room, Jack and Nitalia lay together on their new berth, enjoying their time together. There was something different about them however.
The black painted femme's yellow glyphs, the language of Primes, on her arms were glowing vibrantly, as were her now electric, neon yellow optics. Usually they were just a calm gold, but for some reason, they were painfully bright.
Jack's night, blue optics now glowed a vibrant blue as well, their servos were interlocked, there was a bright glow coming from between their palms.
"We can't tell Blackwolf and Arcee about this...at least not yet." she spoke softly.
"I know."
They had become sparkmates. Former human and a daughter of a Prime, bound by a love for each other.
(On top of the base)
Centurion looked into the distance of the desert, the huge canyons covering the land. He felt someone join him, he looked to his right to see Slipstream at his side.
"Hey..." he smiled, holding his servo out to her, which she gladly took in hers.
He refocused on the desert, but the land wasn't what he was thinking about.
"Do you feel that?" she looked at him, raising a metal brow.
"Feel what?" she asked him.
"I dunno...but something's telling me that this war isn't over, and when the Cons are back...we may not be ready this time." he sighed.
"Well...the only way we'll win...is together." she smiled, he returned the smile, never let down by her. He turned to her, and they pressed their lips together, forgetting their uneasiness and only caring about each other.
A Former Con… and Son of a Prime, bound by passion for each other.
(Blackwolf and Arcee's quarters)
This was definitely NOT something Prime's should have been doing commonly, but Blackwolf could care less, to hell with expectations.
Arcee laid atop him, they were both panting heavily, their breaths rugged and heavy. She turned and looked into his optics.
"That was...primus damned amazing." she chuckled along with him.
"Yeah..." he realized that there was an empty feeling in his spark. He knew why.
"Hey...Cee?" she looked at him.
"Yes?" she looked at him sweetly.
"So...after I died, my spark was put to rest...right?" she nodded.
"So...wouldn't that mean that this spark...is no longer bonded?" she caught on to where he was going with this.
"Well...if so..." her voice went from calm to seductive, "We'll just have to remedy that." she smirked as she climbed up to meet his optics.
She opened her spark chamber as he did. Their sparks recognized each other and the two linked together...but the rest was up to the couple.
"The only sparkmates to bond a second time...lucky us." she smirked.
He looked into her optics, before looking back around their room before returning his attention to her as she seductively stared into his optics.
"Well..." he paused.
"...I'm back." he sighed happily, before they joined each other in a passionate kiss, letting the spark bond carry them yet again after so long as sparkmates.
Little did Blackwolf, Arcee, Nitalia, Centurion, and Team Prime know. The next battle would determine the future of humanity.
AN:Hey guys, so theres no lines for these AN because I was wrapping up on my tablet. I'll fix it later. SO It's been an awesome road. By far, this is my best story. I'm grateful for those who have stuck around since the beginning. It's not over yet. But It may be a while til I get my next TFP story up. One again, thank you for being aweome.
Blackwolf: Wait it's not over?
Me: No, of course not.
Blackwolf: Well, I'm taking a nap then. See you when you start on the next one.