Iacon, Autobase

Central Communications Hub

Present Orn

"She's supposed to be, yes… but apparently she is not." Centbot said in shock as Accelerate Demon once again filled the view screen, his face showing concern. The Transformers had done many incredible things and the old records and myths told of even more incredible feats… but resurrection wasn't something any Transformer believed in. Centbot, however, couldn't think of any other reason for Helicon One's presence at the base. He'd been there; he'd seen her battered and hauled body. He knew her spark had been extinguished. He looked at his second in command. "You sure it is Helicon One?"

Accelerate Demon nodded his head. "Centbot, I'm positive. We ran a spectral analysis… there was some oddities, but it is her spark in that chassis. The fembot standing behind me is a walking corpse; for lack of a better term anyway."

Centbot took the information in stride. This matter had never been dealt with in all of Autobot history as far as he knew, and he certainly had never dealt with it before. Nor had any of the rest of his… his attention snapped back to Accelerate Demon once again. "Is Optimal there yet?" Centbot asked quickly, his energon storage cells quickly locking up with worry. Seeing Helicon One now couldn't do Optimal Retaliation's mental state any good.

"That's why I called you, Centbot. He's not here yet, and so I wanted to know what we're going to do with her, let alone him."

"You sound like your worried they aren't going to like seeing one another again."

"The thought did occur to me, Cent. I mean, they didn't exactly part on the best of terms."

Centbot thought that over for a moment. It was true that the two Autobots had not parted ways on the best of terms. But this was far too sticky of a situation to make any safe bets on. They could end up resenting each other, they could be happy to see one another. There was no way to tell what their reaction to one another will be, and that is what worried Centbot the most. He was glad she was alive and all… but boy talk about a shock…

"Cent, hello? I kinda need some help here. Optimal's going to get here relatively soon, and you know these kinds of things better than I do." Accelerate Demon said, more nervous than ever if the tone of his voice was any indication. Centbot returned his attention to the screen after a few more astroseconds of pondering what he was going to do.

"My friend… we're going to have to handle this very delicately. Take Helicon One out of there, into the meeting chambers; keep her there until I can talk to her."

"And what about Optimal Retaliation, Cent?"

Centbot shrugged. "If you value your continued existence, keep him busy with the new recruits, and out of that room. I'll be there as soon as possible."

"Right." Accelerate Demon said as he cut the connection. Afterwards, Centbot turned off the terminal, ran out of the Autobase, then when he got onto one of the causeways he transformed into vehicle mode, and raced for home. Thankfully traffic was light at the moment…

Iacon, Autobot Retaliator HQ

Assembly Room

Present Orn

Soon after he had cut the comm. line with Centbot, Accelerate Demon turned to face Helicon One, who was looking away and chatting with the other new recruits. A cursory glace at the group revealed them to be a motley bunch, but then again, they brought some much-needed elements to the team. Helicon One herself was a flight-capable Autobot, like Audited Racer and Aeroscream. However, unlike the other two who were rather small, Audited Racer was a large and rather intimidating Autobot, being capable of carrying up to four Autobots inside of himself necessitated that. And speaking of small, there was the case of their new sniper, Minicannoner, whose name befitted his stature. Minicannoner barely came up to Accelerate Demon's hips, and he barely hit 6 meters. Still, from the reports, Minicannoner's sniping ability was almost peerless so Accelerate Demon withheld judgment on the little guy for now. The last one, Auto Ticketer, was an SUV-like Autobot, rumored to be quite adept at urban combat to a phenomenal degree. All-in-all if they lived up to their billing, they'd make formidable additions to the Autobot Retaliators. Well, all of them except for Helicon One that is. Her apparent return from the dead made him uneasy for reasons he didn't entirely comprehend.

In either case, he had to get her to where she wouldn't be seen by Optimal Retaliation immediately. Just as he was about to move over to her, the far door of the assembly room opened and Speed Railer walked in. "Hiya, gentle – and lady- bots, nice to see ya. Name's Speed Railer, the slickest Autobot around these parts that you'll ever meet. How's it going?"

Accelerate Demon smiled at Speed Railer's interruption. He'd been worried about leaving these new people alone in the base without a guide, but it seemed today were Speed Railer's unlucky day. He cleared his vocalizers before bellowing Speed Railer's name across the large room, an action which prompted the attention of all within the room to turn to him, including Speed Railer, who flinched as his name was bellowed. Predictably, Speed Railer slumped and reluctantly shuffled his way in front of Accelerate Demon. "What'd I do this time? I just walked in the door." He whined innocently.

"You didn't do anything, Railer. I just need you to keep these Autobots entertained until Optimal Retaliation gets here." Accelerate Demon said in a reassuring tone of voice, placing a hand on the young Autobot's shoulder.

"What?" Was the sound of the high-pitched and slightly terrified squeal that emerged out of Speed Railer's vocalizers. He looked up at Accelerate Demon pleadingly. "Accelerate Demon, come on… you know what'll happen when he's put into the same room with me!"

"Indeed I do. You say something stupid, he tells you to shut up, you then shut up and wander off to do something stupid again, at which point he begins removing your limbs and beating you over the head with them." Accelerate Demon said with a slight smirk.

"Hey, I'm not all that annoying. And I certainly don't deserve to be assaulted!"

Accelerate Demon crossed his arms. "Yes you do, on both counts."

Speed Railer looked shocked that Accelerate Demon would say such a thing, then he dropped to his knees and began to grovel. "Come on, my old buddy, my pal. Don't make me face him again. I'll not play a single practical joke on you for an entire deca cycle if you let me go."

"Speed Railer, mind if I give you some free advice?" Accelerate Demon asked quietly.

"Sure."

Accelerate Demon's arms unfolded from his torso and grabbed Speed Railer by the shoulders, hauling him up so he could look the younger Autobot in the eye. "When Optimal Retaliation gets here, I suggest you act like you're mute." He said simply as he let go of his teammate and walked off, gesturing for Helicon One to follow him, which she did. Watching the retreating backside of Accelerate Demon, Speed Railer gave his back an obscene gesture, then turned to his new teammates and did as he was told to do.

Iacon, Autobot Retaliator HQ

Assembly Room

Some Time Later

Optimal Retaliation had walked into the Assembly Room and seen it. He could feel it before he ever entered the room in the first place, the feeling of innocents suffering a grave injustice. He knew it because he himself had suffered the same injustice so many times in the past he could smell it coming a kilometer away. He also knew its precise source, a single, solitary Autobot that was harassing a small group of other Autobots. Every servo and gear in Optimal Retaliation's body was tensed, ready to lash out in righteous fury, and as he advanced on his target and the other Autobots sensed his approach and smartly backed off, Optimal envisioned the pleasure exercising his wrath would bring him, even if it was only for a fleeting moment. Finally his prey sensed his peril and turned around, prompting Optimal Retaliation to grin internally as he pulled back his fist…

"Oh no…" Speed Railer muttered as Optimal Retaliation's fist found its mark and imprinted itself in his face, sending him sprawling into the nearest wall. He hit the wall and rebounded off of it hard, stammering about so off-balance that he would fall any moment now. "Night…." He said after giving an almost drunken wave to the assembled group and crumpled to the deck, KOed in every sense of the term. Optimal Retaliation straightened up and turned to the others, one of whom came up to him and took Optimal's left hand in both of his own and muttered "thank you!"

Optimal Retaliation smiled and nodded his head at each of his fellow Autobots in turn as they expressed similar sentiments of gratitude. He smiled at each of them in turn, telling them that he's shared their pain in the past and that it really was his pleasure to get Speed Railer to stop yammering. He greeted them all in turn, sharing their joy and relief until the door that Optimal had just come through opened again, and Centbot entered the room. Optimal turned to his longtime friend and waved. However, Centbot offhandedly returned the wave, headed directly for another door that lead deeper into the heart of the complex, then exited the room as swiftly as he had entered it. Audited Racer tapped him on the shoulder, and Optimal turned to address the only Autobot on the team who was physically taller and bigger than he was. "That was Centbot, wasn't it? What was that all about?"

Optimal Retaliation offered up a simple shrug. "I only wish I knew. But, I'm sure he will be back soon, so in the meantime, let me tell you a bit about the team you'll be joining, eh?"

Iacon, Autobot Retaliator HQ

Retaliator Meeting Chambers

Present Orn

Helicon One had been waiting in the Meeting Chambers for a good number of cycles before Centbot entered the room, looking very perplexed. For her part, she wasn't the slightest bit perplexed about it. She knew that they had thought her dead all this time since that day outside Polyhex, and she'd expected them to ask many questions of her. She had, after all, specifically requested this assignment. Still, she had hoped to meet Optimal Retaliation, to see if he was truly alive before all the questions started coming at her. Since that was apparently not going to happen as suggested by Centbot's presence in the room, she'd just have to deal with it. She nodded her head to Centbot once he met her gaze, smiling at him. "It's nice to see you again, Centbot."

Her words stopped him dead in his tracks, and he took a moment to stare at her before saying anything. "It… really and truly is you, Helicon One."

She laughed lightly. "Of course it is me. You already knew that before you came in here. And obviously you're wondering how I'm not dead even though you left me behind."

Centbot tensed at her last accusation. "I leave nobody behind, Helicon One. You were dead."

Helicon One knocking on her own breastplate with her fists, filling the room with the noise from repeated gentle metal on metal ringing impacts. After a few cycles she stopped, then stood up and walked around to the other end of the chambers. "Now how could I be dead Centbot? In case your optics are malfunctioning, I'm standing right in front of you."

"I said you were dead!" Centbot snapped out before he could restrain himself, a reaction which amused Helicon One for a bit as he brought himself back under control. "But apparently, that is no longer the case."

Helicon One leaned on her end of the table towards Centbot. "I don't blame you for leaving me behind, Cent. I really don't blame you. If I did, I wouldn't have requested a transfer to your team."

"And what of Optimal Retaliation?" Centbot asked out of the blue, a question which made Helicon One stand up straight, wrapping her arms around herself almost protectively. A rather curious reaction, but Centbot ignored it for the moment.

"What about Optimal, Cent?" Helicon One asked him quietly, he voice seeming to shake, almost like she was trying to restrain herself from saying something else, another oddity Centbot committed to memory to deal with later as right now he had something more important to deal with.

"Do you blame him for what happened? He was the one who convinced you go out there in the first place." Centbot stated simply, eying her warily, eager to see her reaction. Her arms tightened around her chest ever so slightly and her mouth tightened, suggesting she was biting back a rather sharp reply. Eventually, however, she did manage a response.

"I don't blame him for what happened to me. But uhh… he's still… alive?" Helicon One asked innocently, a touch of concern oh so cleverly imbedded into her voice.

Centbot nodded, then took a seat, gratified when Helicon One followed suit. "Yes, he's still alive… and blaming himself for your supposed death."

"Well it wasn't his fault, as I'm sure you've told him many times, and I am so relieved he's still alive." The fembot stated, yet her expression suggested otherwise.

"I have indeed, but you know how stubborn he is. So… I guess the obvious question is how did you manage to survive? The closest CR chamber would have been in Polyhex."

Helicon One laughed out loud. "I didn't go anywhere near Polyhex. And you were wrong about the nearest CR Chamber. There were a few left in Agorahex."

Centbot was shocked to hear her say that. No Transformer dared venture into that accursed place, the radiation levels ensured destruction to the laser cores of any Seibertronian in the region. Her getting out of there intact while in prime condition would be a miracle. Getting out while so close to death should have been impossible. Helicon One was now observing his reactions closely, and knowing what he was thinking, she continued. "You're thinking my surviving the radiation would be impossible, but I didn't venture very far into the city. I know, going in there was a crazy thing to do, but people do crazy things when they're dying."

"Apparently so." Centbot muttered, but Helicon One didn't hear him and so just went right on talking.

"When I got into the outskirts of Agorahex, I found an old abandoned research station. It must have been for energon radiation research because the facility was littered with thick radiation shielding. Anyway, it was there that I found an operational CR Chamber, which I used to repair myself enough to travel, at which point I got out of the city and headed for the Lowlands."

"Only to find they were in the midst of a surprise Decepticon assault." Centbot said quietly, and Helicon One nodded.

"It would seem Optimal and I was not the only ones fate decided to harm that day. With the Lowlands on fire I had to go elsewhere, so I tried to backtrack to Iacon, but ended up collapsing before getting very far. When I woke up, I was in Iacon with some Autobot team I've long since forgotten. I came back to fighting in the front lines again, and I've been a normal Autobot ever since."

Centbot pondered over that for a few moments. The story was highly implausible, yet it wasn't completely impossible. The outskirts of Agorahex were some of the most damaged areas, but its suburbs were left relatively intact as far as medical facilities were concerned. The Decepticon attack ransacked mostly technological research centers or the center of the city. She could have found a place they hadn't ransacked yet, and the attack on the Lowlands was chaos incarnate for all parties concerned. Helicon One could have simply passed through the cracks, but he still felt uneasy about this. Most especially about why she never tried to get in contact with Optimal.

"I wanted to, you know." The fembot stated quietly, interrupting Centbot's thinking.

"Hmm?"

"I wanted to get in touch with Optimal Retaliation. Many times."

"So then why didn't you?"

"What was I supposed to say? Hello Optimal Retaliation. You nearly got me killed, but I forgive you and oh, yeah, I'm alive after you left me behind so you don't have to feel guilty about that anymore either?"

Centbot shook his head. "It doesn't matter what you said. You still could have said something." He said forcefully as he stood up, gesturing for her to remain seated.

"Where are you going?" Helicon One asked innocently, and Centbot debated whether or not to tell her the truth. Something wasn't right with her, Centbot was sure of that. But what he didn't know was if it was because she wasn't who she appeared to be, or because of the trauma she had lived through. Only time would tell him, and for right now, he was going to err on the side of caution.

"I have to go on a mission, Helicon One. For now, I want you to remain here until I can sort out what I'm going to do with you." Centbot said as he bowed to her, then exited the room without another word. Not at all miffed by the somewhat rude departure, Helicon One simply moved to a nearby computer terminal…

Iacon, Autobot Retaliator HQ

Ground Level Hangar

The Next Orn

Optimal Retaliation had to admit, the newbie's in the team impressed him somewhat. Though Audited Racer and Minicannoner seemed to have sparked a fierce rivalry between them which brought a smirk to Optimal Retaliation's faceplate every time he saw the two of them go at it. Here was Audited Racer arguing and gestured right alongside an Autobot he just step on… it was funny as far as he was concerned. "If that smirk is on your face for the reason I think it is, then I'm about to rip off your faceplate." Speed Railer grumbled as he walked past Optimal's right side, then turned around to face the larger Autobot. Clearly, the little Autobot was upset about the discipline that had been enforced the night previously. For his part, Optimal just continued to look right over Speed Railer's head.

All around them, the members of the Autobot Retaliators busied themselves with gathering supplies and running diagnostics on themselves and their equipment for the mission they had been preparing for all this long while. Each of them had been contacted separately about their mission, and each of them knew what they had to do, this was just their opportunity to meet and get to know one another before they rode off into battle. Retaliatory Aider, as always, was busy with diagnostic scans. He rarely talked anyway, finding his teammate's tendency to ignore his medical suggestions quite irritating. Accelerate Demon, meanwhile, was in his motorcycle vehicle mode, lapping the hangar and making sure he was as maneuverable as he should be. After a while when Speed Railer got tired of glaring at Optimal Retaliation, he wandered off and began chatting with Auto Ticker and Auto Speeddemon, both of whom subsequently tried to find somewhere else to be.

Optimal Retaliation sighed, checking over his own equipment. Internal diagnostic programs swore all internal circuitry and system were operating at their prime, and his newly rebuilt laser blade shined brilliantly next to his older, less gleaming blade. He pulled his double-barreled plasma shell shotgun from a holster on his back, and confirmed that it was working properly. He quickly put his weapon back in its holster, just as Centbot came around from behind him and off to his left side.

"You know, I never understood why you turks loaded yourselves with such fancy weaponry." Centbot stated simply as he pulled his twin belt-fed plasma shell machineguns forward, checked the feeder, snapped them back to ensure they worked right, twirled them around on his fingers, then dropped them perfectly into their holsters on his legs. He looked up at Optimal Retaliation and grinned before wandering off into the midst of the group, slapping his hands together to get their attention.

"Alright, Retaliators, listen up! You know why we're here, but you don't know why we're heading into Polyhex. For a long time now, we've reveled in the weakness of our Decepticon foes, their infighting, and their inability to organize and coordinate attacks. We've been using that to our advantage, and it has been the only thing keeping us Autobots alive. But now, it appears that we've lost our advantage. Intelligence reports indicate that the Decepticons are attempting to form an alliance, headed up by something called the Tripedicus Council. Its goals are two simple things: uniting the Decepticon Alliance under one banner, and wiping us off the face of Seibertron." Centbot paused for a moment to let that thought sink in. "As you know, this city will not withstand an assault by the combined forces of the Decepticons. They outnumber us by a margin of about 100-to-1. Not very good odds. Thus, our mission is to break the siege lines around Iacon, ride for Polyhex; discern if there is any truth behind this Tripedicus Council, and if it does exist… destroy it. Any questions?" Centbot asked, looking around at his Autobots, and saw Audited Racer's hand go up.

"Yes?"

"What happened to that fembot that transferred over to this unit with us earlier?" Audited Racer asked, and his question apparently reminded the rest of them about their seemingly missing comrade. Centbot and Accelerate Demon exchanged glances.

"She has to stay behind, sadly. This mission will have to be completed without her help, I'm afraid."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa… hold up here." Aeroscream asked as he interrupted to make a very important point. "Without her, we've only got Audited Racer and me for air support. And since Audited Racer is needed to cover Optimal Retaliation during the breakout, I alone cannot handle their entire seeker force out there."

Centbot laughed. "I've already made arrangements to help us out in that effort, Aeroscream."

"What do you mean?" Optimal Retaliation asked, curious.

"He means us." A new voice said from behind the assemblage of Retaliators, all of whom turned to face the new arrivals. Optimal Retaliation knew the voice well, it was his old friend and leader of the Slagmakers, Armourhide. He smirked. "How the slagging heck did you develop enough of a spine to rush into a suicidal charge against what constitutes the entire Decepticon military?" Optimal asked his old friend.

"I've always had what you lacked, Optimal Retaliation." Armourhide said with a grin as Sharpwing stepped forward, his Assaultbots near him.

"And besides," Sharpwing added, "it's nice to know the overly vaunted Autobot Retaliators can't do everything by themselves. And we're more than willing to lend you our expert services to compensate for your abilities."

Centbot laughed uproariously. "Anyone ever tell you two you talk too much?"

Armourhide and Sharpwing looked at one another for a moment, then back at Centbot. "That's news to me." Sharpwing stated.

"Indeed." Armourhide added.

Centbot turned back to Optimal Retaliation again. "So, my young friend. Has your question been answered?"

"Yes sir, completely. When do we go?" Optimal asked.

"Right now." Centbot said, nodding to his two counterparts who turned to their own respective teams and shouted out in unison: "Autobots; transform and roll out!"

There was a flurry of activity as several dozen Autobots moved and transformed in unison. Optimal Retaliation and Audited Racer transformed into their vehicle modes, Audited Racer folding down his rear access ramp and Optimal Retaliation opening the ramp of his trailer in order to permit their passengers to enter and ride inside of them. The Slagmakers and the Assaultbots all transformed, and as one large column of rolling tired and roaring thrusters, the Autobots headed out of the hangar and made their way towards the Decepticon siege lines surrounding Iacon.

Outskirts of Iacon

Decepticon Line Station Alpha 15

Present Orn

Colt Bear stood watch over the burning wreckage of his outpost, cursing the forces of the damned tyrant of a Decepticon Chevkov. Just because he and his team were Autobot defectors didn't give them the right to attack their station periodically. He was positive his team was superior than the weaklings he'd left behind, but still, it was nice to have some cover to hide behind when the shooting started. Instead, all he and his 'Cons had was a series of burned out craters to hide in. One of these days, he vowed, one of these days he'd become a powerful Decepticon and make both his former Autobot colleagues and his newfound Decepticon brethren respect his might.

Then, however, he noticed the approach of a billowing cloud of dust on the horizon…

Outskirts of Iacon

Approaching Decepticon Line Station Alpha 15

Fight Time (heh)

"I've gotta hand it to you, Centbot, you know how to pick your targets. There's nowhere for them to run." Sharpwing commented offhandedly as he flew overhead of the Autobot formation, scouting out the Decepticon positions. "Sadly though, they've only got five flyers for me to play with."

"Would you rather be a ground-pounder? We'd gladly trade our seven targets for your five." Armourhide asked Sharpwing jokingly, and so the airborne Autobot just ignored the question. Then he noticed a shift in the Decepticon's behavior, they began to scatter and move around randomly. The Autobots were spotted.

"Head's up Centbot, we've been spotted. It is time to run the gauntlet."

"Understood, Sharpwing. Optimal, Racer, hit the juice, I don't intend to be gone from here for very long."

Centbot, who was riding with Audited Racer, felt himself be pulled back as the power of Audited Racer's thrusters increased and he began to gain altitude alongside Night Glide, Lazerbeak, Dark Storm, Mach-Breaker, Mach-Alert, Sonic Echo, Furysurge, and Sharpwing himself. "Cent, it's been fun, but if you'll excuse me I have a line to smash." Armourhide said as he pulled of Optimal Retaliation on the ground and moved forward along with the rest of the Autobot forces in the Slagmaker and Assaultbot teams. The Decepticon seekers took to the air as well, and Centbot was about to feel very good about their odds of breaking the Decepticon lines when he noticed several more Decepticon energy signatures approaching their position. He didn't know who they were yet, but either way, it wasn't a good thing. It was all out of his hands now, which in its own way was kind of infuriating.

Colt Bear watched as Coco Bear, Jeckyl Bear, Brutal Murder Bear, Fitz Bear, and Dark Vibe Bear all took to the air and moved to engage the approaching Autobots. The thought that he was vastly outnumbered had occurred to him, and so he'd sent out a request for reinforcements, and he along with Sea Clubber Bear, Magnus Bear, Valentino Bear, Nursie Bear, Vladimir Bear, and Psycho Bear had all found some deep craters and parked their skidplates in them. The Autobots were close enough now that he could see them for what they really were, and he could also see they were coming head-on for him. He hefted his weapon in hand, and waited for his former comrades to get what was coming to them as the first, short volley of fire was exchanged between his seekers and the Autobot flyers.

The reason why the exchange of fire between the seekers and the Autobot flyers was so short is because it only lasted for one volley. Sharpwing, at the head of the pack, lined up so that he would pass directly in between Coco Bear and Jeckyl Bear. He corkscrewed to evade their opening potshots, then the leading edge of his wings folded up, then out and charged with energy as he passed right in between the two of them, his charged wings cutting through them both like butter as he passed through them. Audited Racer's quad blaster cannon array reduced Brutal Murder Bear into atoms with one volley, and Fritz Bear and Dark Vibe Bear simply were outnumbered and had more fire hitting them than hit their enemies. Both of them quickly descended towards the ground, looking more like giant pieces of Swiss cheese than Transformers. And so, the ground-pounders led by Armourhide and Optimal Retaliation in their mad charge were allowed to progress to the line unharmed.

Colt Bear's optics twitched as he watched his fellow Bears get decimated, and he realized that the reinforcements were not going to get here soon enough as he watched the Autobot flyers flash past overhead, their engines screaming in the dark star filled sky, and dust along with smoke blinding him as they were blown into his optics and air filters, making him gag momentarily. When the smoke cleared and he stood up out of his crater to try and pick a target for his razor-tipped wing swords, all he saw was the glare of reflected starlight off of an Autobot bumper before it hit…

"Oh, look… a speed bump." Speed Railer muttered as Optimal Retaliation ran down Colt Bear, crushing him under the weight of himself and his cargo. The poor traitor never had a chance. And as they passed overhead, Centbot noted with some sense satisfaction that the Bears had been reduced to smoking remnants of their former selves. The Slagmakers and the Assaultbots now moved on to engage the Decepticon reinforcements, you know, the ones that actually had some kind of power on a battlefield and didn't sell out their comrades to join the side that they though was more powerful. He opened up a channel to both Sharpwing and Armourhide.

"Thanks you guys." He said simply and with sincerity.

"Think nothing of it Centbot." Sharpwing said.

"Ditto for me, though I'd just like to add good luck and kick some Con keister!" Armourhide shouted jubilantly over the channel, and Centbot smiled as he cut it off.

"I always do." Centbot muttered as he looked ahead to the open sky Audited Racer was burning through on his way to Polyhex. They'd made it through the Decepticon lines relatively intact, but now the real work began. By the time the Decepticons figured out what really happened at Outpost 15 and came looking for the Retaliators, they'd already be in Polyhex, hunting the Tripedicus Council.

Polyhex

Lair of the Freaks

Present Orn

Gore smiled as the reports from the Line came in. Exactly as he had been told, a small Autobot force had broken through their lines, and now presumably was on its way to Polyhex is his informant's information was right. It was a strange gambit the Autobots had enacted, but alas, it just meant he'd get to have some fun before the Tripedicus Council was official formed and the Autobots were crushed under the collective might of the Decepticons once and for bloody all.

To be continued…