Hostile Territory

Written by: Okami

Chapter 5 – Sweet Revenge

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She came calling

One early morning

She showed her crown of thorns

She whispered softly

To tell a story

About how she had been wronged

As she lay lifeless

He stole her innocence

And this is how she carried on

Lyrics: Wash Away Those Years_Creed

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Authors Note: I do not own Robots in Disguise. I do however own Alana and Suzuki, therefore they can not be used anywhere other than this fanfic without my permission.

Helpful Hints: ****** - Means a change in scenery, or from Autobots to Decepticons

~~~ - Means a change in point of view but the same scenery

* * - Indicates a comlink conversation

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"Optimus! I've spotted the Predacons. They're back at the oil factory in Houston," Tai informed the Autobot leader.

"Send the Spychangers to their coordinates. Inform them not to attack unless fired upon; just observe them for now," Prime responded quickly. "Oh, and Tai?"

"Yes Optimus?"

"I think it would be wise not to tell Prowl and Sideburn about this."

Tai's holographic imaged nodded, her violet eyes lowering. "I'll update the Spychangers on their mission agenda immediately."

"Right. Keep me informed," Prime added, turning to exit the room. He was so absorbed in his own thoughts that he did not notice Sideburn disappear down the hall.

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"Prowl, I know where the Predacons are," Sideburn whispered to his elder sibling. The two were now in their private quarters so as not to be overheard by wandering audio receptors. "They went back to the oil plant in Texas."

Prowl nodded slowly, still unable to grip the idea that there were only two Autobot brothers and not three, as there had been for so long. His optics flared a bright gold as he recalled the events of yesterday.

"Well, what are sitting around here for? It's time to bring those murders to justice. I'm going to throw the book at them!" he growled, standing up from his recharge bed. He soon found Sideburn by his side, his own optics flaring brightly as well.

"Let's kick some Predacon tailpipes!" the blue Autobot shouted, raising his hand in front of him. The two brothers clasped hands for a moment, both with blazing optics, before setting out to avenge the death of their elder-most sibling.

******

DarkScream flew up and down the ravine for the hundredth time, without anymore luck than the many times before. Reporting his success to Skybyte, he was ordered to search it again, only this time go further down the cavern. The Predacon muttered to himself as he obeyed the orders given to him. He searched with mild interest, pretty sure of himself that the Autobot was offline…permanently.

A flash of light caught his optics near the river shore, so he swooped in lower for a closer look. What he saw made his spark skip a beat for a moment. He's functioning! the Predacon cried to himself, sharply turning away from the Autobot and back towards his comrades.

*DarkScream to Skybyte, the Autobot is online and functioning.* The Predacon squirrel reported to his commander.

*Well take care of it!* Skybyte's voice boomed in his audio receptors, causing the flying squirrel to fall from the sky for a moment before regaining his composure.

*No way. If he can survive that than I'm not fighting him alone.* DarkScream stated defiantly.

*Fine. Relay your coordinates and we'll join you shortly.* Skybyte grumbled. Turning to his teammates, he updated them on the problem then led the way to DarkScream, eager to finish what he started.

******

"All right Spychangers, you know what to do," HotShot stated, continuing to gaze in the direction of the Predacons.

"Yes sir," the five Autobots replied, transforming into vehicle mode. HotShot followed suit then switched on his clocking ability, making him appear invisible; his teammates did the same. The Spychangers silently pursued the flying Predacons, confidant in their mission to find X-Brawn. They did not, however, take into account the two vengeful Autobot brothers stalking their own prey.

******

X-Brawn glanced around the forest and shore, observing nature's unique beauty. His human companion busied herself with breakfast, which the Autobot did not need, and made no attempts at starting up another conversation; so X-Brawn made no move to start one. He simply leaned on his uninjured arm and gazed at the tall, green trees, the occasional critter that came by to gawk at the large robot, and listen to the rushing water of the river behind him.

The Autobot powered down his optics in contentment, enjoying the relaxed feeling of being away from enemies and not worrying about a battle. His thoughts drifted to his younger siblings, oh how he longed to see them. It had not even been an entire day since his accident and he already missed their faces.

A strange sound filtered into his thoughts, disturbing X-Brawn's daydream. He powered up his optics and looked around, finding nothing out of the ordinary; the noise was growing steadily louder. Turning around as much as his battered body would allow, the eldest Autobot glanced across the river, only to see nothing. He strained to see into sky, his midsection protesting heavily against the position, but he managed to catch a quick glimpse of four black dots in the bright morning sky.

"Primus," he whispered, optics growing wide.

"What's wrong?" Alana asked, worry clearly audible in her tone. She had watched silently as the robot twisted and glanced around, only to quietly mumble a word of distress. When X-Brawn's golden optics locked with her ice-purple irises, she knew something was wrong.

"I-I need to c-contact the others," the Autobot stuttered, attempting to stand. Wires sparkled and cracked against the strain, but he managed to get to his feet, using a nearby oak for support. Glancing down at the human by his feet, X-Brawn told her to run and hide.

Alana stared hard at X-Brawn, her eyes flashing. "I'm not leaving," she said, determination in her voice.

The Autobot brother would have persisted again but it was already too late, the Predacons landed on the opposite shore. He attempted to lift his gun only to have it nearly snap out of its socket.

"What's the matter Autobot? Can't lift your weapon?" GasSkunk snickered.

"Here, let me help," Slapper offered. Using his long tongue, the robot toad grabbed the large gun and easily yanked it from X-Brawn's weak grasp.