AN: Whoo! Another chapter. Been a while.

I'm not gonna lie, I'm feeling as pumped for this as I am my Godzilla story. There's much depth to the Transformers IP, it's fantastic, really inspiring.

If I did a Webtoon on this series, oh boy.

Fun fact, in IDW, transformers started out as all or mostly guys, so this isn't all that different from canon in a way, just genderbent. Look it up.

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Bumblebee rolled back and ducked under a torrent of flame fired from Blitzwing's shoulder cannon before jumping out of the way of a freezing burst.

Blitzwing ducked under Cliffjumper's stray glass cannon fire and crossed her arms, blasting a wave of ice at both Bumblebee and Cliffjumper, "You smaller Autobots are being rather difficult."

"Only because you're too easy!" Bumblebee taunted as he flipped to the side, his blaster firing a few shots at Blitzwing's shoulder. She growled and transformed into her jet mode, nearly ramming into Bumblebee as she blasted off into the air.

Blitzwing laughed maniacally as she circled around the area, around her perceived prey, "How easy am I now, Autobot!"

Bumblebee transformed as Blitzwing began firing down at him, speeding to avoid getting any part of him frozen by her bullets that froze parts of the ground around his wheels, "Definitely worse than Skyquake's bullets," He muttered as he flipped into foliage cover.

Cliffjumper watched Bumblebee take cover as she broke the head off a Vehicon, "That mech scout ain't a bad driver and fighter, that's for sure," she said before quickly jumping out of the way of a drill. Instead of mangling her, it mangled the corpse of the Vehicon.

She rolled into her car mode before circling around. Since the turning radius on the Vehicon miner vehicles are abysmal, this gave the ample time she needed to take the Vehicon down with a shot to the chest before a chest shattering kick was added to top it off and knock the miner off.

Cliffjumper didn't get to even crack a small smile before she had to jump off as another drill rushed in, T boning the drill she stood on. She jumped off just as the unoccupied drill was quickly cleaved in half, landing on the front of the other minor's dashboard. "Ha!" Cliffjumper exclaimed before blasting the con point blank in the face and throwing the corpse out.

"Look who got herself a new toy!" Cliffjumper shouted as she gleefully took the seat and turned back to the leftover Miner supplies, "Gonna wish you losers were mining this place this by servo!"

She kicked up what turbo she could on the drill and began planting some sticky bombs on the dash.

A trick she learned from a very wise bot.

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"How hard is it to take out two small model Autobots? Get serious already," Growled Starscream as a drone managed to get a lock on the battlefield. She had a reading on the energon signatures of Cliffjumper and Bumblebee. She figured a proud enforcer like Blitzwing could handle them with ease, especially given Cliffjumper's track record. But she was being proven wrong. "Pathetic Autobots. You're only a threat when you're clustered like Scraplets."

"Lady Starscream," Barricade's voice cut through the quiet over the bridge, "I found some interesting chatter on the human comms during my outing."

"Define interesting," Starscream hissed.

Barricade continued in the same neutral tone, "Cybertronian related. Looks like our scrap with the Bumblebee twin is making some headlines with the US government."

"You're incompetence this cycle is getting rather detestable," Starscream hissed, her fists clenching. Until an idea hit her and a smile slowly formed before turning into a full brown grin, "Actually, this may be salvageable. Maybe even full of benefits. Yes. Barricade, get back to your rounds. Soundwave and I can take this communication business from here."

"As you command," Barricade finished before Starscream cut the chat and turned to Soundwave.

"Soundwave, I want you to reach out to the Humans. Send them the coordinates, somewhere a little more private, yet open if you will. Let them know we wish to have a little parley," Starscream instructed her as she walked to her side, "Add some Iron fillings on top, tell them we come in peace and all that nonsensical scrap while you're at it."

Soundwave nodded and began to make contact with the humans, picking out the best branch to reach out to. She swiftly found a good target and went to work, already establishing terms.

Starscream smirked until a small alarm and made her turn towards the monitor that previously displayed Blitzwing. She rushed over to press a button which displayed the status of the site to say the least. They just lost a potential set up of Energon which made Starscream lightly punch the keyboard.

Hitting that series of buttons made her access the local internet. She made a mental note not to browse through that later before barking out the command, "Call back Blitzwing and her gaggle of failures! I still have some use for Blitzwing at least."

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Bumblebee slowly picked himself up and looked around. That explosion rocked the area to say the least, pieces of Vehicon bodies and miner gear all over the place with the mine deposit smoldering. Would've been nice to have, but it's better gone than in Deception hands. With a grunt, he turned over and looked at Cliffjumper, slowly picking herself up with a slightly goofy, pleased smile, "Now that is how you deal with a con infestation! Not my proudest moment, but it's up there."

"Just give me an earlier head start, I like being in a single piece," Bumblebee wise cracked before moving to help her up. Cliffjumper reached up and he pulled her back on her feet. It really felt like old times, "Neat stunt though."

Beside them, Blitzwing slowly got up and turned to the Autobots with the most heated glare she could muster, flames leaking out of her cannons despite the rain, which created a small cloud of steam, "You… Auto-bitches!" Blitzwing forcefully broke from the rubble and turned her guns toward them as they did towards her, "I'll tear off your helms and shove them in your spark chambers!"

"You couldn't even handle one scout without back up, Blitz-brain, get real," Bumblebee taunted, Cliffjumper snorting a little As she prepared her glass cannon.

"You haven't seen me fight y-" Blitzwing ceased her threat as a portal opened behind her and she received her orders. This battle was lost anyway, "Grrr… stay alive for our rematch, especially you, bug."

The Autobots began shooting as Decepticon Enforcer rushed back into the Groundbridge in her jet mode with a few Vehicons not too far behind. Once it closed, Bumblebee and Cliffjumper high-fived.

Cliffjumper was the first to call back to base, "Alright, whoever's behind the monitor can bring us back home. I believe this was a job well done courtesy of yours truly," she finished by tapping Bee on his shoulder.

An immediate Groundbridge opened in front of them and the bots walked back to base. The first thing to greet them was Prowl's icy glare. Bumblebee took a step back as the portal closed and said, "Uh… mad about the Energon?"

Cliffjumper added, "Mad about us not taking down Blitzwing?"

"Trying a multiple layered violation and failure," Prowl dryly told them as her eyes narrowed, making the glare even worse. Bee swore he felt ice run up his plating, "I told you not to engage, but you do it anyway. As a consequence of that, we lost potential Energon, weren't able to apprehend Blitzwing for questioning, like I planned on doing had this operation went correctly," her glare focused in on Cliffjumper for this part, "Knowing you, you initiated this, potentially made a mess the locals could sniff around, and potentially made the Decepticon threat worse. Their guard has no doubt been raised and retaliation could follow. We have protocols for a reason."

"With all due respect," Bumblebee told her calmly, "We did a good thing, we kept more Energon from Con hands and that's the important thing. We don't exactly have the resources to focus on mining so the best we can do is deny the Cons. As for the mess, there will be more Energon for us and the humans won't catch on that quickly either. Especially not where we -" suddenly, he stopped speaking.

Now Prowl's glare focused on him and she walked over, her posture making her look even more intimidating when compared to the smaller and more casual Bumblebee, "You don't know anything about what we're capable of. And the humans are better left out of the equation entirely. We need no evidence of our existence for them to catch on until we decide it's necessary. They'll get in the way if spooked," Prowl locked her eyes with his, "Let me be clear, you're not one of us. At best, you're assistance. We don't know you and we're not in a good state to just take a random anomaly's word. On anything. Am I clear?"

Bumblebee was put off, but he nodded and responded with a professional, "Loud and clear, ma'am."

"Hey, ease up, Prowl," Cliffjumper grunted at her as she got between her and Bumblebee, "We get it, pure soldier femme, that's you to a T, but if we didn't do what we did, the cons would be fueling up right now while we wait for further instructions. And what if they bunkered down? Got a little more fortified? And that bot you're talking down to is pretty solid."

"Stop talking," Prowl told her, "Recklessness doesn't win wars nor do bleeding sparks," Cliffjumper looked ready to argue until she locked eyes with Bumblebee. He shook his head, silently asking her not to argue with her further. Cliffjumper decided to hold her tongue and let Prowl continue, "With that out of the way, I'm demoting you to patrol duties until further notice. And I mean patrol only."

"Oh come on, we kick aft!" Cliffjumper couldn't hold her complaint on that.

"Then this shouldn't be a problem if you do what is only required," Prowl's tone was a bit more emotional, a little anger laced in her stoic tone, "I'll send you the routes when you arrive after Ratchet checks you out. Dismissed."

Bumblebee nodded and Cliffjumper rolled her eyes before they went down to the medical bay of the base. Cliffjumper immediately went to Bumblebee's side and told him, "Sorry about that. Prowl's an afthole, possibly even by Functionalist standards."

"It's fine," Bumblebee told her then he registered the "Functionalist" label, "wait, Functionalist?"

"Oh right, super foreign," muttered Cliffjumper before she answered him in a clearer tone, "basically she's all about system and rigidness. Orders are followed without question and you carry out the duty related to your design, whether you want to or not. At least, in her optics."

"How pleasant," Bumblebee muttered sarcastically, "Sounds like the caste system."

"Cause it is. Or rather, an ideal from it," Cliffjumper told him with a tired sigh, "but she's one of us, so she's good at spark. At least I hope."

"I think so," Said Bumblebee with a smile, "Haven't met a bad Autobot yet."

"Hope that reassurance of yours doesn't bite our well formed afts," Cliffjumper playfully nudges his arm as she said that.

They heard a small crackling through the air before a small explosion followed, all coming just down the corridor. They heard Ratchet shout, "Outside, Goldbug, you do that outside!"

"With Gusto, Senorita!" A charming male voice on a radio replied before a yellow car drove down between Bumblebee and Cliffjumper.

""Woah/Easy!"" Bumblebee and Cliffjumper shouted respectively as Goldbug zoomed past them. They watched her go for a moment before turning to the disgruntled Ratchet.

She let out an explosive sigh as she rubbed her temples, "She was always a tad reckless, but hardly this difficult… speaking of reckless," Ratchet muttered as she looked up at the returning duo, "I take it Prowl gave you two a nice audio-receptor filling for that stunt I heard about?"

"Plenty," Cliffjumper groaned, "Went especially hard on Bumblebee."

"It's fine. Words don't exactly chip my paint," Bumblebee chuckled, waving it off as Ratchet almost gave him a sorry look, "Anyway, you open to giving us a quick patch up?"

Ratchet folded her arms and leaned on the doorway, "Depends on how much you need it. Me and Teletraan-1 are still getting the last of the basics set up."

"What is this "we" nonsense I hear!?" Came the shout of the super computer.

"Not now!" Ratchet barked back.

Cliffjumper put her hands on her hips and smirked, "Well, if you and your Conjunx Endura are too busy, we can just be on our way."

"Get in the damn medbay you smartaft," Ratched grumbled as she jerked her thumb at the medical bed, "I can at least look you two over."

"Unlike these files!" Growled the computer.

"Keep jabbering and you will be muted," Ratchet warned her as the two bots walked past for a hopefully quick check up. Ratchet walked over to her fellow Cybertronians, asking, "So, which of you shall I scold the most for any injuries I find?"

"Bee, we sorta just met still, but… do me a first solid?" Cliffjumper asked in a hushed tone.

Bumblebee hummed in thought while Cliffjumper looked at him with pleading eyes. Ratchet however, "Ah, so it was you Cliff. We'll have a chat ourselves after this."

While Cliffjumper silently cursed, Bumblebee took a moment and noticed a scorch mark on the walls. It Looked like something was arching and he had to ask, "Did Bum - uh, Goldbug cause that?"

"Yes. Just a small electric burst from her Volter," Ratchet told him as she began examining him first.

That got him curious, "Volter?"

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"Okay, so are any of these stupid shows accurate?" Sari asked him as they finished another quick series, another high school drama featuring actors who at least looked like actual high school students, "Like, the wackiness, drama, and possibly looks?"

"No. God no," Jack immediately answered as he shook his head and rubbed his eyes with one hand, gently using two fingers and a thumb to rub his weary eyes, "It's sensationalized garbage for the most part. None of these were real people, real kids. Does not help that they usually cast people way over eighteen."

"Hmm," Sari nodded as she took the info in, "you want your time back?"

"Yes, but not because of you, I honestly hate those shows," Jack told her, not fumbling in his words.

"Agreed," Sari nodded with her dry reply, "Really hope my dad figures out how to get that time machine going."

"Are you serious?" Jack muttered. Sari looked at him with a perplexed look and he shook his head, "Of course… think he'll let me test drive it?"

"Pfft, as if. He wouldn't even let me use it," Sari laughed, "Probably take a while to get done though. He told me he's been more busy than usual, working in the heart of Jasper on some super duper big project. Shame we can't see it."

"Look on the bright side," Jack told her. Sari looked at him quizzically and he answered with, "We know about giant robot people from outer space and I doubt he does."

"Yeah, true," Stated Sari before she started beaming, "oh, speaking of which, I managed to get Optimus to take us on patrol."

"What, when and how?" Jack asked with wide eyes.

Sari held up her expensive, one of a kind phone, "Called her last night after Bumblebee dropped me off. Cool huh?"

"How did you even," Jack shook his head to focus on the more important problem, "Patrol with them? Sari, no, that is dangerous," He put his hand on her shoulder, "They're giant fighting robots."

"We're already involved anyway. Remember that Allspark thingy in my Keycard? And those bad guys already saw us." Sari argued.

Jack shook his head, "No way, unless we have to be involved -"

"Wait, can you hold that thought real quick?" Sari picked up her phone, "Hello… hey, Optimus!"

"No, Sari," Jack whispered to her.

"Yep, we're coming!" Sari replied to the phone before smiling at Jack, "Come on, it's just light patrol, Optimus promised nothing would happen. We're safer with them than not, remember?"

Jack sighed, "You know I'm in charge right? Babysitter, remember?"

"Ah, only when you're here. The call was made before you got here. And I'm pretty sure Optimus is an adult," Sari said cheekily, even adding an eyebrow wiggle for effect. Then she grabbed his hand to rush them out, "Now come on, you can't keep a giant alien robot waiting!"

Jack, briefly thinking about their longevity, replied with a perplexed, "Can't we?"

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It was interesting to carry sentient lifeforms smaller than oneself inside them, especially when they were a carbon based lifeform such as these. Now that Optimus thought about it, this was in fact the first time she let organic creatures inside of her, at least willingly. There were those few times, but she preferred not to think so negatively at times like these.

"So… is it weird to have us in you, all moving around and stuff?" Asked Sari as she fiddled with the window and felt the seat armbars.

"Not at all, Sari. This is one of our purposes," She chuckled as she added, "I hardly feel a thing, let alone any oddity."

'Wish I could say the same,' Jack thought to himself, having sat behind the driver's seat. In front was a holographic version of Prime, purely humanized for added camo. A thought hit him as he looked at the hologram and he spoke up, "Not to ruin the nice conversation but, aren't you worried at all about getting found out at some point? There's no way you can hide forever."

"I'm telling you, we should start with my dad, he would love you guys!" Sari said excitedly, "And he totally can't forbid me from hanging with you either!"

"We were thinking of contacting your UN. That is the closest your planet has to a governmental official," Optimus informed them, "While some of us prefer to work in secret, it's best to not keep your planet in the dark for too long."

"Are you sure about that?" Jack narrowed his eyes, a little concerned for the Autobots, "I'm not a conspiracy theorist or anything like that but, you could end up as the government's targets. We don't even get along with each other."

"Plus, private corps are where it's at," Sari added with a shrug. Jack gave her a perplexed stare. She glanced at him and shrugged again, "What, I'm right."

"I thank you both for the input, but given our other travels, it's usually best to receive some foreign aid as well as not hide our troubles," Optimus explained as she noticed something in her rear view mirror. Arcee had just crossed by them at an intersection. Optimus surmised, "She must've finished her route."

"Who?" Jack asked.

"Arcee," Optimus answered, "Our routes may connect at certain points. It helps out with safety."

"Oh, the bike lady," Sari mumbled, "What's her and Prowl's deal?"

"They're simply stoic. Always have been," Answered Optimus, "Our war has given everyone it's share of… difficulties. Ways to cope. But I know Prowl was always like that even before the Great War began."

"That's a depressing line," Sari mumbled again, Jack absently nodding. She quickly said something else to take their mind off that, "Can you take us to the base after?"

"Sari," Jack sighed.

"What?" Sari folded her arms and gave Jack a light glare, "Don't teenage boys like giant robot girls? That one show said so."

"Oh, Goldbug recently began watching something like that. Perhaps you three could discuss that," Optimus happily suggested. She found the thought of those three bonding over that very good for them and entertaining.

"Yeah, sounds totally good," Jack had to hold back his sarcasm from that. Well, not entirely if he was being honest with himself. He almost cracked a smile at the thought, as weird as this situation was. Though he couldn't help but hope Prowl and Arcee wouldn't be around for too much of it.

Only two he, aside from the Decepticons, could say he didn't want to be around.

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"Interesting," Mumbled Knockout. She was on her computer, checking out car models and human male models. The Mech was a fascinating case still on her mind. Plus, he didn't have a bad car model in her opinion, looked like he was packing plenty of horsepower. Sleek and well built for racing with some buff metal for combat, "I wonder if he's a Velocitronian. No, he has to be."

"This seriously how you spend your free time now?" Asked Breakdown as she came over, narrowing her eyes at the screen, "You haven't looked up the hottest upgrade in over an entire sol. How are your optics not tired of this?"

"Because it's made me so fragging curious, Breakdown," Knockout calmly told her as she finally turned to her taller companion, "First off, she goes by he, not she, second, I'm a little taken away by his alt mode. It's not bad."

Breakdown folded her arms, "More focused on him than bots like Blurr?"

The doctor shook her head and didn't miss a beat with her answer, "Absolutely not, but this is a… mech. Yes, let's go with that, a mech. A male Cybertronian. Possibly Velocitronian," Knockout's eyes went back to the screen as she finished speaking. Her brow furrowed and she stroked her chin, "I wasn't that interested at first… but now, I can only think about it."

Breakdown rolled her eyes and muttered, "Talk about a one track mind."

"Oh, ha ha," Knockout scoffed, turning towards her partner with a hand on her hip, "please, you're one to talk."

"Hey, I have hobbies," an offended Breakdown argued.

Knockout folded her arms and squirmed a brow, "Name one outside of your lust for destruction or your maintenance job. And racing doesn't count. That's just instinct."

Breakdown took a few seconds and answered, "I'm good with the rotary buff."

Knockout shrugged and pointed at her, "Okay, you win that one. Not really a hobby, but you're a pure maestro behind it."

"Knockout, meet me and Soundwave on the bridge!" Starscream commanded over the comms, much to Knockout's annoyance.

"Excellent, heir commandant has another mission for me," Grumbled Knockout before pointing at Breakdown, "Take care of the place for me. Nothing broken."

"Understood," Breakdown told with a wave, almost knocking over a set of tools.

Knockout walked out with an eye roll before glaring absently as she walked to the bridge. She loathed Starscream's command, like many others on the ship, and her reasoning was how Starscream tried to utilize her for combative field work. She was a medic, a stylist, not some soldier to go around and get shot at. Not that she had a problem with field work, just as long as the odds were in her favor or more centered to her skillset.

Knockout figured Starscream would just be setting her up for mining or some other Vehicon scrap that was absolutely not of her station, though she would have to make the best of it. She had to do her best not to show visible discomfort as the door to the bridge opened.

Starscream was naturally awful to be around. Soundwave, on the other hand, was a whole other beast Knockout didn't even like talking about. The mute was absolutely haunting in a way. That featureless mask and her reserved actions, at least when she wasn't in combat.

Knockout had yet to see it, but rumors and stories do spread fast among the con ranks. Sometimes Knockout didn't even feel safe just thinking near her.

"Excellent, the greeting committee is all here," Starscream giggled as Knockout slowly approached the bigger cons.

Perplexed, the medic asked, "Greeting committee? You mean us?"

Starscream nodded, "Why yes. Be grateful, doctor, you're one of the least intimidating here and perfect to help balance out our arrival," Starscream told her as she put a hand on her chest. Knockout resisted the urge to grumble, "Within a few breems, we'll be getting to speak with the natives."

Intrigued, Knockout said, "Hmm… interesting. Hopefully more models for me to reference."

"Soundwave, what's their ETA?" Starscream asked her.

Soundwave displayed a screen that answered Starscream's question and she nodded, "Good, set the Nemesis on course. We'll keep out of sight but around. Just in case they decide on trying to be smart."

Soundwave gave her a small nod before staring in the direction of Knockout. The doctor had to resist the urge to shudder.

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"Everyone gear up!" Shouted Fowler. Sector 7 was on high alert and gearing up for action as Fowler oversaw it, "Those mechanical monsters are not going to get the jump on us twice!"

"Is all this necessary?" An older scientist walked forward, dressed in small military gear to help fit in and protect him, pushing up his glasses as he nervously looked around, "They said they wanted to do peace talks and this hardly looks like a warm welcome for our visitors."

"Can it, Powell," Fowler sternly told him, "After what they pulled, they were lucky we didn't send a nuke into deep space on second contact."

"Judging from your account of the battle, we weren't the targets. And considering the message they sent us, I'm confident this was a very horrendous misunderstanding," Dr. Powell's face split into a wide, eager grin, "This is a momentous moment for humanity," he ceased smiling and his tone became more stern, "We cannot afford to squander it with a hostile welcoming."

"Then you better hope we don't get another misunderstanding, or the only thing we're getting out of them is spare parts," Fowler threatened, "Now get in the truck. I'm gonna make sure no one dies again. Let's get moving, grunts!"

"Certainly," Dr. Powell replied as he moved in. While he disagreed with Fowler's handling of this situation, he certainly felt for him. Powell wasn't the type of scientist to look past anyone's death in the pursuit of knowledge.

Hopefully, the meeting of worlds would be nothing short of pleasant. He and humanity had so much to share with their mechanical guests after all.