A small clearing in the forest was being used by the White Fang. Under orders from Adam Taurus, leader of the White Fang terrorist organization's Vale branch, they were to start constructing a new base closer to the Kingdom for a plan they'd been preparing for with the collection of Dust that was being hijacked and stolen from the city. Taurus hadn't been sharing some of the more important details of the plan, but nobody really questioned it.
Not with that woman in red and her two followers that Adam had been having regular meetings with after she'd torched one of their camps some time ago being around so much.
It'd been some time since her last visit with Adam, and he himself was undercover in Vale for something else. Everyone was going about their own business in the areas that they'd been assigned to; security patrols, construction crews, foremen, and delivery trucks moving all over the work-in-progress. Nothing had happened throughout the day so far except for a few Grimm that moved too close to the clearing, and they were quickly taken care of with bullets, blades, or—more rarely—cages to be used later.
In one of the sheds, two of the site leaders were looking over the blueprints for the base. A Faunus with a wolf tail, Rocco, and a lizard with scales on her face and arms, Blizz. They'd been bickering over what small changes should be made to the site before putting them away for little bit and focusing on another problem they had: paperwork. They needed to keep track of all the equipment, materials, and personnel that had been coming and going all day. The last time someone had fucked up and made them come up short on supplies was made to unload the replacement shipments of cement and metal by himself while everyone else was made to stand in the heat of the day. Rumor has it that that 'someone' had a very long night after they finally finished, three days of back-breaking carrying later.
Taking a sip of her coffee, Blizz looked over the clipboard in her hand detailing where a few new pieces of equipment were being distributed on the site. Dust converters, communication relays, and a few other technical devices she didn't care about enough to pay full attention to; all that matters is that she wasn't the one who had to wire and tinker with them. That was someone else's problem, thankfully. Less thankfully, Rocco interrupted her thoughts.
"At least it seems like we're back on schedule. I can't wait until we finish this damn outpost, and I can get back to Mistral."
Blizz scoffed. "Do you really think that finishing up here is going to get you back there? We're stuck here while Adam is dealing with that inferno-bitch and her two kids, not to mention whatever else he might have planned."
"Will you keep your voice down?" Rocco whisper yelled. "You might not think of Adam so highly, but there are plenty of people around that do, and they will not put up with you bad-mouthing him."
"Relax. It's not like anyone is going to bother us, nor are they slacking enough to catch us talking." Blizz sighed. "Let's just finish up here so we can go back to the tents; I'm tired."
They went back to the paperwork they had to sort through for a few minutes. Nothing eventful happened, and there wasn't much more conversation outside of a small argument over who's turn it was to refill the coffee pot. It was only after Rocco came back with a fresh pot and set it down that the two terrorists felt something was wrong.
"Do you feel that?" He asked.
"That rumbling? It the construction vehicles," Blizz replied, her tone of voice giving away that she didn't think it was their vehicles. After all, they'd been moving around the site all day making noise and discomfort; this was different.
Before Rocco could reply, a grunt from one of the security teams busted in, looking surprisingly scared. "We need you two outside now!" he shouted before running back outside.
They looked at each other in a mixture of confusion and a little bit of amusement before running to see what all the commotion was about. Blizz was a few steps from the doorway when she stopped and turned around to get her and Rocco's guns. They had taken their weapons off themselves when they were assigned and set them off the side to a table. They figured that they didn't need to always have them with them since the security patrols were supposed to take care of any threats that showed up before they got anywhere near the command center. Grabbing them, she silently cursed herself and Rocco for nearly forgetting them before continuing outside.
She had to push her way through the crowd that had formed to stand next to Rocco who had been looking through a pair of binoculars at a cloud of dust and dirt that was rapidly approaching them. Blizz had to pry them from him so she could look for herself, and what she saw was whatever that was coming rose over the horizon. It looked like... construction vehicles. Bright green ones.
"What the...? We never sent for more equipment!" she shouted.
"Then why the hell are they coming here?!" another White Fang soldier asked.
Rocco aimed his rifle at the approaching trespassers who were getting even closer; It looked like there was six of them that could be seen. "Did you hear?! She said-"
"Hey, why isn't there anyone fucking driving?!" one eagle-eyed soldier pointed out.
Sure enough, all the areas where someone should have been controlling the vehicles from were all empty and devoid of life. It was this that made the next thing that happened scare the living shit out of everyone.
"Right! No one drives us, stupid man! We are the Constructicons; we drive ourselves!"
As one of the vehicles spoke, the lead vehicle—some sort of front-end loader, thing that sounded like the one—rammed into the track of a nearby crane and pushed it back. The crane's cargo, some Dust-powered generators, immediately started falling when the sudden movement caused the cables holding it to snap. Its plummet to the ground was stopped by some sort of dump truck driving under it to catch it in its bucket for transport.
"They're stealing the power supply parts; stop 'em!" Blizz shouted.
A few White Fang soldiers—Rocco included—raised their weapons and fired at the ground around the vehicles in an attempt to scare them into surrendering with no such luck. A few of the workers approached them with their own construction vehicles, but this turned out to be no better as the truck simply pulled a U-turn and... fucking deployed rocket launchers on top of the overhang above its cab and fired, making the workers stopping their equipment to avoid the incoming explosive projectiles. They quickly got out, however, when another truck, a mixer, drove up and deployed a cannon that fired at one of the White Fang's steamrollers. The driver quickly got out of his doomed vehicle just in time to see it get hit and instantly start melting into goop.
While this was going on, a power shovel drove up past the dump truck and used its scoop to lift another large device off a wall of a small, finished building before turning around and placing it in the bucket of the truck. All of this was seen by Rocco as the other were busy dealing with the mixing truck and a bulldozer that had shown up, enraging him further.
"They're grabbing the power distributer, too! We need reinforcements, now!" he shouted.
One worker decided to go all out and drove his own bulldozer into the Constructicon one, jumping off at the last second. The resulting explosion obviously destroyed their vehicle but didn't even scratch the paint of the attacker. By this point, nobody was really trying anymore; nothing they did seemed to influence the attackers. This meant that they could only stare in shock as the final vehicle, a crane, lifted one more piece of equipment from the site and placed it in the dump truck with everything else.
The six intruders drove back to the crowd in the same formation as when they arrived, the leader announcing, "We have what we need. Constructicons, transform!"
All together, they followed the command. Parts shifted and changed as the six vehicles became six robots nearly 20 feet tall. They approached the terrorist crowd who all backed away in fear except for Rocco. He could only look back to his allies as they leaved him to deal with the approaching hostiles.
"Stupid man of flesh, if you interfere with us again," the leader, the front-end loader, spoke in a raspy voice as he grabbed Rocco and held him up in front of him, "you will be terminated." He then tossed the soldier back to the crowd who quickly caught him. The leader than turned to his comrades. "We need to get these parts back to the ship. Let's go!" With that, all of them turned back to the way they came and, rather than go back to their vehicles, simply flew away until the shocked White Fang troops couldn't see them anymore.
Rocco was allowed to stand again and simply looked to Blizz, whose mouth was still open in shock as she looked up to where the "Constructicons" left with their stolen electronic equipment. It took a few seconds of shaking her shoulder to get her attention so he could ask her about what the hell had just happened. Blizz only looked around at the spots where the devices were stolen, the burning wreck of the bulldozer, and the bubbling, smoldering puddle of melted metal that used to be a steamroller. She could only stammer a few letters before she took off running as fast as she could back to the command center that now had a gaping hole in it from the electric shovel looking for something.
"Where are you going?!" Rocco shouted as he went after her.
"We need to notify Adam of this," she shouted back. "He's going to be fucking pissed, and I'm not getting butchered for it!"