Prime one shot's
The birth of NEST
"So, lets make sure we all on the same page." Jack said while he, his mother, his girlfriend, his other two friends, his friend's parents and his own mother as well as Agent Fowler stood in the oval office with the President of the United States having a meeting about how they were going to fight the decepticons.
"You want me, civilian Jackson Darby, heading an organization of the finest men and women of the US Armed forces, to fight the decepticon's?!" he asked.
The man nodded his head in confirmation.
"You know their anatomy well enough that you can put one down all by yourself, I don't doubt you could teach others how to do it as well." The man said.
Jack was flabbergasted. He was good at killing bugs, not people of another world.
"You understand what you're asking for right? I am man of many talents I'll agree to that, but being a teacher is not one of them!" he augured.
The man chuckled, "I'm not asking you give a lecture son, just giving pointers as to how to put these things in the dirt with minimal casualties."
Jack smacked his hands on the man's desk, causing the people in the office to jump.
Everyone but the president that was.
"What I did in the gym that day was not random shoot feast! I had to think about what I was doing without getting myself killed!" the young man snarled.
The man smiled, "I don't really care what it was you did. It still worked didn't it? Your still alive, aren't you?"
Jack's eyes narrowed.
"You were so smooth in the take down it would almost make Kim Possible look sloppy."
Sierra approached the desk and put a hand on Jacks shoulder.
"Mr. President, you must understand this is not something we wanted to do when we first joined team Prime, heck, we didn't realize half the things we've done would have gone public." The man looked at her for second before he had an idea.
"What if we paid you to do this? We give you gear to fight the con's and to be able to protect yourselves from other things on earth that would try and hurt you." He offered.
Their faces went from annoyed to shock and to critical in a matter of seconds.
"And the only catch in that deal would be?" Jack asked.
"The safety of every human being on this planet would be in your hands." The president offed.
"The top security access can be granted to you and your high ups in the organization and every resource requested will be sent to General Brice, and will of no doubt be granted."
Jack pushed off the desk and walked a few feet away from the table.
"How big is this organization going to be after you're done putting it together?" Jack asked.
"It's going to be pretty big. It'll make delta force jealous." The man answered.
Jack shook his head. "There are more qualified candidates for the job then. Why me?"
"Because the autobots need someone they can trust, who in turn can trust them." Jack turned back to the leaded of the US.
"You ARE the most qualified candidate I have on the list." The man said sternly.
The president stood as he continued speaking.
"Jackson Darby, from the start you wanted nothing to do with the conflict. And your reason was a valid and respectable reason. However, as time went on, you not only proved that you had skill to back up a threat, you had the boldness to fulfill it. Citizens of Earth may have other protectors, but no one has the same skill set as you Jack, that is why I want you to lead the fight."
The air in the room became heavy as the humans waited on Jack to make his decision.
Finally, he let out a breath before speaking. "10 years ago, my father would have thought the idea of fighting aliens was ludicrous, however he always kept an open mind seeing how big the universe is. I know he probably wouldn't want me to get involved, but I also know he'd want to get in on the action. So, this is my answer, give me the 'when' give me the 'where', but don't ever tell me 'how'. You want me to lead the fight to protect our home? Fine, but I do my way, or not at all!" Jack spoke.
His tone left no room for argument. It his way or no way.
The president looked impressed. "Your way it is then." The man quickly agreed. "Now what kind of personnel would you like?"
"Snipers, demolition experts, Radar technicians, anyone who can burn through a chemical compound that is as light as titanium-alloy with the density of tungsten. I'll need pilots and scuba teams. And I'll need at least one of every class ship in the navy on standby at all times."
"That's a tall order… but, I'll see what I can do." The man agrees.
"This will be a very different fight from the last twenty years, you want me to lead the knock out blows, there is no other way to go about it." Jack said.
The man nodded. "Two weeks, personal from all branches will be assembled and they'll be briefed on what they will be doing and they will be given the video feed of how you defeated that bug in the gym that day. The only thing I would need would be some anatomy pointers for the men."
"That would be Ratchet's forte` so, he would be the better one to talk to about that.
The man nodded and walked around the desk and approached Jack.
He offed his hand to the young man, "You know the ins, and the outs of the decepticon's operation. From this day forward, everyone here must stay on their toes."
Jack shook the man's hand, "Which is why I have one last request."
"Name it!" The man said.
"I need my friends and myself to have the ability to keep our 45's on us at all times." The man nodded, "I'll see what I can do."
Two weeks later
"Alright listen up, I only know as much as you do about what it is we're about to be briefed on, so be ready for anything."
"Do you think this has something to do with what we faced in the desert captain?"
"Its possible, but don't get your hopes up." Captain Lennox responded and the helicopter landed at the base they were headed to.
When the team stepped out of the helicopter and into the sunlight, they were shocked at the scene in front of them.
Rangers, Seals, MARSOC Raiders, and other special operations personal could be seen walking to the main hanger on the base.
"I guess we just go with the flow?!" Epps asked.
"Most likely…"
A few minutes later all the personal that had been put in the area were in the main room of the hanger. A brief message was flashed on a screen from a projector.
"this is the Secretary of defense speaking, and if you are seeing this, then it can only mean one thing, you were chosen from the best to be assembled into a new task force, Special Agent William Fowler will brief you in a minute, but let me be the first to formally welcome you to NEST!"
The screen cut to black, and a man in a suit and tie stepped up to edge of the balcony.
And beside him, something that was both rage-inducing and shocking, Jack, Sierra, and Miko. Three teens that everyone knew fairly well.
"Gentlemen, I know the three beside me will be getting mix reactions from everyone, but I assure they are here for the same reason as you, the president and the Sec-Def requested them here."
"Now, some of you are wondering what 'NEST' stands for. Well, it stands for 'Nonbiological-Extraterrestrial-Specialist-Taskforce' Captain William Lennox has already had a run in with one of them, and his wounded teammate is recovering as we speak."
"An Alien task force?" a random solder asked.
"Not just any alien, Cybertronians, decepticons." The agent answered.
"As per the President's orders." Jack said.
The military personal was shocked, the president ordered Jack and his friends here as well as this task force.
"As of this moment, your branch of service means nothing, NEST is its own division, just like delta force, only more public." Fowler explained.
"Y'all's mixed thought process is warranted… but I requested everyone here for a reason, engineers, Snipers, pilots. Decepticons now have less of a chance of taking over earth now that there will be more firepower that we throw at them. And if everyone here took one con, we'll be done so quickly that earth probable won't even remember that there was a decepticon faction." Jack said.
"What makes you so sure that we're the right people for the job?" Lennox asked.
Jack smile, "If a teenager with minimal training can smoke 28-foot-tall metallic beetle by himself. Then imagen what fully trained solder can do."
Suddenly, Fowler's phone rang.
"It's the president…" He breathed. The kids looked at him with raised eye brows.
Jack spoke, "He knew about this meeting there is no reason he would wanna talk to us unless it could benefit us in the long run…" he nodded afterwards.
Fowler answered the phone. "Sir?!" he said sharply.
"Ford's CEO Henry Ford the fourth just landed on base with a proposition, I would like you and the team to look into talking to him about it." He said.
Not a second later there was a voice that called out to him. "Special Agent William Fowler…" the four occupants of the ledge turned to the new comer.
The owner of the voice stood with four other people. Two of which were clearly body guards, and the other two were of no doubt financial advisers. For the man.
And as for the man himself. He looked to be of the age around forty, not fat but not thin either.
The man smiled, "The ford motor company is at your disposal, but we need something in return, is there somewhere privet we can talk?"
A few minutes later.
In the main hanger the men and few women that gathered to be briefed quietly chatted among themselves, mostly sticking within their respective squads. With a few of the leader going and talking with leaders of other units.
And the conversations were all just about the same, mostly why Jack and his friends where here at all.
What none of them knew though, was that Jack and his friends had a very different conversation with the Ford representative.
In the office
"IMSA rasing is a competition that test drivers, and the cars to the limits, its not an easy task but I think the kids here can do it." Henry said.
"Endurance racing? Like the 24 Hours of Le Mans and Rolex 24?" Jack said as he looks at the files of a prototype ford GT.
"As well as a few others."
Jack and the others looked over the files.
"So, why us in particular? We aren't professional racecar drivers."
"No, but you are all related to one."
"The same one?" Miko asked.
"No, Sierra is related to Ken Milles, the 1966 Daytona, Sebring, and runner up of Le Mans. Jack is related to Carrol Shelby, the original designer and producer of the GT40, and Miko is related to a driver that never could finish a race but always put on a show, Mari ado Nagasaki. We believe that each of you have inherited a natural ability to push a car to its limit without breaking it."
The three teens were stunned, Sierra not so much, but she didn't know that about her great-grandfather and that she knew was that he was a tank driver turned mechanic after the war.
Miko was eccentric, she didn't know her grandfather was a racecar driver.
And Jack, well he was blown away to say the least. He could write a timeline out of the Darby family tracing it back to mayflower, but he didn't know much about anything else in his family.
Jack raise an eyebrow. "And how exactly do you plan on testing this theory?" he asked.
"We brought one that you three could try out."
The four military minded people looked at each other.
Jack spoke. "Let's say we do this, what do we get out of it?"
"Aside from a contract to get the best vehicles that could be had, everyone in this building will be given one vehicle of their choice. You podium in your division, and that number will be raised to two. You podium over all, and those two vehicles will be given all the care from the ford engineers without the need to pay for it."
Jack was stunned, "That is a tall offer!" he said.
Sierra spoke next, "What are you getting out of this?" she asked.
"Publicity." The man said with a smile
Jack cupped his chin and gave the man a hard look.
The man noticed his look, "I am being serious Mr. Darby."
"You do understand what it is you're asking for right?" He shot back.
"I don't follow."
"You are asking three teenagers to drive in a race that they didn't even really have anytime to train for, all based off a theory that their ancestors blood will be able to fuel the skill and talent to drive for several hours at a time with other drivers that had been doing it for ages."
The man's smile faded.
"You're either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid to make that kind of gamble." He dead panned.
Jack then adopted a relaxed state when he spoke again.
"However, Because I am actually interested to see if this theory will hold any water, I am going to let Sierra and Miko have a said in it." He looked at Miko first.
"Let's do it!" Miko said with a smile. Jack nodded and turned to Sierra.
"A test to see if family past can effect the future of its family? Deal me in!" she said with a smile.
"Then its decided…" Jack said as he stood up, everyone else took it as a que to stand as well. "My team and I will race for Ford motor company during the next IMSA season, and we will do it as a mean of affirming a contract for good vehicles, and out of genuine curiosity to see if the past can be repeated with genetics." He held out his hand.
Henry's smile returned as he saw that the deal will be sealed and he'll be able to serve the military the same way his grandfather did. Making machines for them to use in fights.
"You will not regret this!" he said as he shook hands with the teen.
"I hope not for your sake, Ford will lose a lot of business if people caught wind of a sabotage for the military"s new taskforce."
They left the office and approached the balcony to over look the men and women that were assembled.
The whispering that was going on slowly turned to silence as the troops noticed that the group of people had returned from their meeting.
"So, a couple of quick announcements…" Fowler started. "…Henry Ford the Fourth has offered to make the vehicles NEST, however in return, Jack, Sierra and Miko will be driving in the IMSA races for the contract. And the deal gets sweeter, the higher up the place in the races the place, the more the team will be getting."
Several of the older personal's jaws dropped. Three kids were willing to lay everything on the line for them?! Maybe they underestimated them?
Then Jack spoke, "If you're feeling bad about any dirty thoughts you might have had, don't worry about it, it wouldn't be the first time." He smiled.
A noticeable uneasy silence passed over the assembled personnel.
Having none of it, Jack offered the people there to watch him and the girls fail at driving a standard automobile. (Mostly to prove to them that he was in fact human and there was no way the genetics theory was going to hold water)
Intrigued by the idea, they agreed.
Henry lead the three teens to the outside of the hanger where an airplane was off loading a brand-new performance center Ford GT.
The was a mix of stunned expressions in the group of solders. Most notably being "Woah!"
"Here is the key's boss." A young man said as he handed them to the CEO. The man motioned Jack over and told the man to give them to him.
Jack took it, "Give it a spin, if you have questions, ask." The head of the company said with smile.
Jack nodded and walked to the car.
It was primarily blue, with two white racing stripes down the middle, midway throw the center of the car it went from blue to red.
A man standing beside the car was holding a helmet and handed it to Jack when he was close enough. He grabbed the handle of the door and opened it.
Once inside the vehicle he looked around to get an idea as to what he was about to get himself into.
It was a standard transmission, he knew because of the clutch, the thing that had him thinking though was the lack of a gear stick.
But then he looked behind the right handle on the steering wheel, there he found a paddle that made an audible "click" when pushed forward and backwards.
He closed the door and put the key in the ignition, and while he did that, he applied pressure to the clutch.
He turned the key over, and the car revved to life, it brought a smile to his face as he put the seat belt on and put on the helmet that he was given.
He took a deep breath before he put his hands on the wheel. Then he pushed in the clutch and pulled back on the paddle.
1st gear.
He turned the car over to the open pavement of the airfield and applied pressure to the gas. He watched the RPM needle slowly move around the gauge, but something else happed that he wasn't expecting. Lights on the steering wheel suddenly lit up on the very edges. And as he pushed down more on the gas more lights came on.
He applied more pressure to the gas and more lights came on, until they met in the middle and the transmission started to whine.
Jack pulled back on the gas, stood on the clutch and pulled on the paddle. Resulting in the lights to shut off and the needle to bounce up.
2nd gear
Jack smiled, "Lets burn some rubber!" he said as he smashes his foot into the gas, this caused the car the lurch forward and accelerate at a near neck breaking speed.
With the group watching.
When the car took off Henry couldn't help but smile.
"Looks like he's a quick learner!" he said as he saw the car speed down the airstrip and turn down one of the service lanes with ease and accelerated even more so after the turn.
A few seconds later the car turns down another service lane, only this time it was coming back around to the hanger. Or at least right in front of it.
The car blazed by with incredible speed.
He did a few more laps around the self-made track that Jack did himself. Each time making it faster as he figured out the controls.
Finally. Jack slowed down as he pulled up next to the group of people including his soon to be co-pilots.
He shut off the car and stepped out with ease. He pulled off the helmet to reveal a smile that Sierra had never seen on him before.
It was one that simply said "That was fun!"
"WOW!" he said, he quickly chuckled.
Suddenly the crowd of military personnel started clapping and whistling. It was easily one of the greatest performances many of them had seen.
If he were going to be completely honest, he forgot about them watching, this caused him to blush at the praise.
The CEO busted out in laughter, "Kid, that was honestly one of the most impressive first time runs I have ever seen, and I had seen a few." One of the advisors said.
"You're going to be a force to be wreaking with on the track!" Henry said after he composed himself.
He looked at the two girls, "Who's next?" he asked.
Later
Much to the shock (and pleasure) the gathered personal was treated with perhaps the greatest front row seats ever. The three kids put on a performance that was both exiting and satisfying to watch.
No one was going home disappointed. Least of all, Mr. Ford himself.
"What do you think boss?" one of his interns asked.
"I think, the world is about to be stunned silly." He answered confidently.
So, I got two major references in this chapter, one of them should be so obvious that should make you puke, the other one, well, you'd've to have played the game to see it.
Now what is "IMSA"? it stands for International Motor Sports Association. Its headquarters is in Daytona where co-ordination happens for other major racing events such as the talked about "24 hours of Le Mans"
Now if you do some research, you'll find that Ken Miles actually did win those races. Ford Vs Ferrari obviously couldn't do everything on point in history, but they just about nailed all of the feelings of watching Ken Miles absolutely destroy the competition.
And if you read the part of Jack driving with the score "Le Mans 66" (yes the same one also used in the Daytona race) it will make it so much better.
Next, I should point of that aside from the kids picking it up fairly quickly, they do design the cars the way it was described here. Why its not the traditional "Gear stick" I will never truly understand, but my guess is that its to keep the drivers focused on the road and not having to take their hands off the wheel.
Couple more things before I wrap it up. The ford motor company did in fact make a new GT to do these races with back in 2015. The goal was to go to Le Mans and recreate the infamous "1-2-3" finish.
And they almost did… divisionally at least.
And Henry Ford the fourth doesn't really exist, I just don't feel right using the really guys name here.
But anyway, thank you guy's so much for reading this chapter, if you liked it, please fav follow and review, and I'll see y'all later!