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Chapter 10: You've STILL Got Mail
The Combaticons were wreaking havoc throughout the Autobot headquarters on Cybertron. Fortunately, on this day, an aerial Autobot known as Powerglide was there to give them an equally difficult time.
"Good thing you guys can't fly," the flying Autobot said to his enemies on the ground.
"THAT'S WHERE YOU'RE WRONG!" A female Decepticon jet shouted before shooting him down.
"It's about time you showed up, Blast Off," Onslaught sighed in relief, "where have you been?"
"I've got priorities, OKAY?!"
Normally, this would be the end for an ordinary Autobot; however, Powerglide was not just ANY ordinary Autobot.
"Okay, I'll fight on your level," the aerial Autobot said.
He put up a valiant effort by heavily injuring some of the Combaticons, aside from onslaught; however, he eventually met his end when he was suddenly stabbed in the back by Thrust. At least he went down fighting.
"Jeez, this guy took WAY too long to take down!" Scrapmetal exclaimed.
"You're welcome," Thrust replied, "I'll be waiting at the ship."
"Who's hurt?" Onslaught asked.
A Decepticon medic replied, "Bonecrusher and Blastoff are heavily damaged, and Brawl lost his left hand. I need the parts to patch them up."
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Mixmaster asked Brawl.
Without warning, the Decepticon tank began pummeling Mixmaster. Scrapmetal saw this and retaliated by shooting at the Combaticon, only for he himself to be beaten to the ground until he was no longer capable of movement on his own.
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Onslaught shouted, "Megatron is going to be VERY upset when I tell him this!"
Brawl simply ignored him and proceeded to rip off Scrapmetal's left arm, despite only needing one hand. This was perhaps the worst thing that could happen to any Decepticon: Mixmaster and Scrapmetal were being RECYCLED. The worst part was the fact those two were still alive and were just left there as everyone else continued on the mission.
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"Do you think the Decepticons snuffed Sideswipe's lights out?" Jazz asked warily, sounding almost worried for the younger mech.
"It's possible," Tracks answered slowly, "they most definitely dislike him as much as we do."
"Don't say that," the female Autobot replied, "I actually enjoy having him around."
"Nobody asked you, Flareup," Tracks corrected.
While the Autobots were bickering, the door to the ship opened, revealing a small blue Autobot resembling Bumblebee.
"Glyph, get back in the ship," Flareup ordered.
Suddenly, Thrust appeared out of thin air holding Glyph and said, "I'm afraid this young Autobot has lost her ticket."
"Since when did you decide to drop in and steal the show," Jazz asked.
"Because this is a JACKING," Thrust exclaimed, throwing Glyph at the three Autobots and taking off with the ship.
"Sentinel ain't gonna like this," Flareup commented. "Like he ever likes anything we do," Tracks added.
"This is Thrust, the mission is a success," Thrust announced to the Combaticons.
"Then come pick us up," Onslaught demanded.
"I'm afraid I can't do that," the Decepticon spy declined.
"Why not?" "I need room to transport some very special cargo, so... I'm going to leave you to die. Nothing personal!" After hearing that, Onslaught's only response was to scream into the sky.
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As they expected, Sentinel was not happy and was talking severely to the Autobots in the aftermath of the skirmish.
"Sentinel, I can explain, it's not my fault this time!" Flareup pleaded.
"Don't worry, it wasn't your fault," he replied with a chuckle and his arms crossed. "BECAUSE IT'S ALL of YOUR FAULTS! You were all planning on going AWOL, AND none of you managed to scrap Thrust!"
"He had Glyph as a living shield!"
"I don't care if he had Firestar or Minerva as shields, you're supposed to take him out!"
As soon as Sentinel mentioned Firestar in that sentence, Flareup wanted to shoot him then and there.
"We're... sorry, sir, we'll make sure it doesn't happen again," Jazz replied.
"Now THAT is what I want to hear! You are all dismissed."
After Sentinel left, Tracks exclaimed, "he's gone insane, I don't think I can take another day fighting on this planet!"
"Don't worry, we won't have to," Jazz assured. "Because I got a plan."
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Back on the battlefield, a few 'cons were sifting through the carnage, looking for anything of use. One of them was half tank/half jet who spotted the Constructicons on the ground.
"Well look who I found," he laughed in his cockney accent, "today ain't your day, eh boys?"
"Are you talking about the generics," a red 'con with a slight Russian accent asked out of annoyance.
"No mate, it's Mixmaster and Scrap Metal, and their sparks are still burning!"
"Well... let us take them with us. I'm sure he'll be able to fix those two."
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Deep within 'con territory, the pair brought the Constructicons, a few parts, and a very special surprise to a lab. Inside the lab were three others who were minding their own devices.
"What have you brought this time," a Purple 'con asked in a "BBC accent" as the pair entered.
"Mixmaster and his little friend. Their sparks are still active despite the damage." The half jet/half tank replied.
"Bring them over here, I'll fix them up with the parts we have."
"I've brought back a body, from somewhere near Iacon," the red 'con proclaimed.
"Iacon? Well... you know the drill, put them on the table so we can prepare them for..."
"This is an Autobot body! One without a spark, and mostly intact!"
All the others suddenly ceased what they were doing to look at him.
"YOU'RE LYING," a khaki 'con argued in an Australian accent.
"Return me to the All Spark if I am," the red 'con protested.
"Put him here!" The purple 'con ordered as he and the others cleared a table. "As soon as he gets back, he'll be very pleased that you managed to find the corpse of an Autobot in such perfect condition."
"What do you think he'll do to this one," a blue 'con asked as he gazed at Powerglide's lifeless body.
The red 'con assured, "only time will tell..."
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