Note: Yes, I skipped Saturday, I know. But this chapter ended up kinda long. It's almost ten where I am. I have to get up at two. APPRECIATE THIS please.

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(Guest): No, Jack won't have yhe Key to Vector Sigma. Since Smokescreen is here, that puts the series way past the Orion Pax Saga, meaning he already gave it back to Optimus. Kapesh? (Did I spell that right? Kapesh?)

Game-Watch: Totally agreeing with the Thor comment. Totally gonna keep the first two scouts now. They're about to be my hapless Q-scout commanders.

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Even if their adversaries were just tiny organics in Autobot-sized suits, they sure were hard to beat. It didn't help that more and more kept coming either. Fighting ten bots at the same time wasn't usually a big problem, but they weren't making much progress.

Optimus had just skewered two Quintesson scouts when they sky suddenly darkened. Ominous clouds roiled angrily above them as lightening pierced the darkness. Surprisingly, eight of these bolts struck the scouts sneaking up on his six. He saw a human wielding hammer with lightning crackling around him.

Wait... That was no human and that was no ordinary hammer. It was the Prince of Asgard himself and his trusty hammer, Mjolnir.

"Many thanks, son of Odin," Optimus called out to him.

The god turned and struck a scout into another with his hammer at the same time. "The pleasure is mine, Prime."

(Wait, Thor's here?! As in The Thor?! Why did no one told me he was on Earth?!) Bumblebee buzzed and whirred excitedly as he shot three times into a scout's chassis, offlining it.

"A fan! I'm flattered," Thor said. Bee squealed with even more excitement at being understood.

"Save your enthusiasm for later, Bumblebee. We still have much to do," Optimus told his young scout.

"And we are here to help you do it. Sparky was just quicker to jump to it," a voice said from above.

"Real funny, Tony. Just shoot the mean aliens already," said a red-haired woman below.

"And, pray-tell, Nat, which ones are the 'mean aliens'?" Tony asked from inside his Iron Man suit, blasting away at Prime's opponents with his gauntlets.

"Any bot with the symbol on his shoulder is a friendly," Thor said, pointing to Optimus's shoulder with his free hand while the other was pointing at some enemies to smite them. The humans looked at the symbol and went to work.

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Arcee's frame was small and quick and she used it to her advantage every time. Weaving between shots was simple for her and made getting close enough to slice the scouts with her wrist blades easy. Unfortunately, when she did get caught, her light frame mad with easier to be pinned down. Such was the case as five scouts held her limbs while a six one prepared to Pierce her spark.

Suddenly, the sixth scout's optics darkened and it fell to the ground. In short succession, the others offlined as well. Arcee dropped to the ground and sprang to her pedes immediately. At her pedes was a red-haired woman shooting at her opponent's optics. She had to admit that it was a good strategy for a human that was barely taller than her knees.

"Name's Natasha. Pleasure to work with you," the woman said, shooting a scout through its optics, piercing its processing unit. The actual Quintessons inside crawled out of the cockpits of their outer suits only to get stepped on by Arcee.

"Call me Arcee," she replied, shooting a scout's helm off.

x x x x x

Like Bumblebee, Smokescreen only had a pair of blasters to use in battle. Unlike Bumblebee, he didn't have vorns of experience taking down enemies with just his blasters. He hadn't developed the certain creativity war gave one either. Being stuck in a stasis pod for most of the war could do that.

What little creativity he did have he used to blast down trees to pin the Quintessons down so he could offline them easier. Unfortunately he was starting to run out of trees and he didn't think the humans would take too kindly to him deforesting what little forest was in the area.

Help came in the form of a human shooting specialized arrows at the scouts. His aim was on-target every time, regardless of whether or not he was even looking. His arrows seemed to release an electrical charge with enough power to shock the scouts all the way down to their organic centers.

Realizing that he was breaking Autobot ruwle number one, Smokescreen hurriedly tried to explain himself. "Um... I'm a classified US drone-"

"And I'm a classified US assassin. Nice to meet you," the archer said. They shared a look. "Cut the crap, kid. I'm Clint Barton."

"Smokescreen," he offered.

"Like I said," Clint shot another arrow to take out a scout's optics. "Nice to meet you."

x x x x x

Bulkhead left a trail of destruction in his wake, alternating between using his mace and his blasters. Unfortunately, Quintessons were known for being crafty and intelligence never really was Bulkhead's forte (the synth-en formula didn't count). Soon, he was being dogpiled on by the scouts.

From inside the mountain of mechs, he heard a loud roar nearby. The scouts on top of him screamed as they scrambled to get off of him, but met their ends at the hands of a big, green, muscular human. Bulkhead almost gawked at the ease at which the mutated human shredded the scouts apart.

The human looked at him and smiled, though his happiness seemed to come from his delight at being able to shred the scouts apart and not at the sight of a new victim. "Hulk," he said simply as a way of greeting.

"Bulkhead," he returned, and the two returned to smashing their enemies to bits.

x x x x x

Optimus had ended up straying from Thor and Bumblebee, finding himself alone. Well, alone with enemy combatants to hold off. Though no one could take down the Prime, Optimus was beginning to gain more and more cuts and dents from the scouts. His tanks were pinging him for more energon as his levels steadily dropped lower at an alarming rate. If he kept this up, he'd be running on fumes in just an hour or so.

Just as a scout's blade was about to come down on his shoulder, a colorful shield, having been thrown by a man in an equally colorful suit, sliced its helm clean off, allowing Optimus to reach in and squish the Quintesson inside.

"I'm assuming you're Optimus Prime, sir?" the man asked.

"You would be correct in that assumption. And your name, soldier?"

"Steve Rogers, sir. Though most people outside of our team know me as Captain America," he answered while jumping off Optimus' leg to slash at a scout's midsection with his shield.

"I hope you well, Captain," Optimus said, impaling a scout on his blade before transforming it into a blaster and firing the mech off him.

"And I you, sir."

x x x x x

Since Optimus as strayed from them, Thor and Bumblebee had ended up partnering to stave off the growing crowd of Quintesson scouts. The Asgardian was impressed with the Autobot scout's skills on the battlefield, considering his age. History of any kind had never been Thor's favorite subject when he was little, but he had taken a liking to reading about the Cybertronian Great War, mostly the gory parts. Bumblebee's sacrifice had always been his favorite story, though it was only now that he realized and appreciated what the mechling had done. If Megatron had gotten his claws on the AllSpark, they probably would've seen the Cybertronians much sooner for all the wrong reasons.

Bumblebee, for his part, was doing everything he could to stay focused on the battle. 'I'm fighting alongside The Thor! Son of Odin, heir to Asgard, wielder of Mjolnir, and totally awesome! After Optimus, of course,' Bee thought to himself. Thor had always been something of a role model to him since he was little. As the war progressed and Bee passed his training with flying colors, the Asgardian had been pushed to the back of his processor in favor of surviving. But now that Thor was standing right there, Bee was so exited to talk with him.

For now, he would stay quiet and fight alongside the god of lightning. That was certainly one dream checked off the list.

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Meanwhile, Tony was bouncing around from pair to pair, offering his assistance as he got there. The Autobots were all certainly impressed with his technology and made a note to tell Ratchet about him. Later though. They still had some Quintesson skidplate to kick.

Note: Gonna need some shut eye now. I'll post the aftermath next Saturday if not Wednesday. Stupidly enough, having more time on my hands makes me less productive. Oh well. Leave a review and I'll get back to you. Till next time!