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"You lost him!" Ironhide shouted, "how is that even possible!?"

"Humans got to him, that's how," Arcee answered as she began modifying her sniper on the table, stoic as usual, "and we're gonna have to get him back. Right, Prime?"

"Without question," Optimus told her as her eyes narrowed, "even if he was a Decepticon, leaving him to his fate would be out of the question."

"So, we're gonna go in there guns blazing?" Cliffjumper asked as she crashed her fists together, "I'm eager to get that dope back ASAP."

"You don't have too," Prowl told them as Sari and her father appeared on Teletraan 1's monitor, "I just received word from Mr. Sumdac not too long ago and I think they'd like to share it with us."

"This is so crazy," they heard from Jack off screen before he walked on, "I mean, full on infiltration of the government!? I thought I was just gonna be a babysitter or mentor!"

Sari couldn't help but laugh out as she gave him a thumbs up, "I know, lucky you right!?"

Jack just froze and followed up with a blink. He wasn't sure if she was right or wrong. All that was certain is that this was crazy.

"Y-yes," Mr. Sumdac coughed into his hand to bring the focus back, "I managed to pull some strings and through some… colorful ideas from Sari, maybe able to get us what we need."

Sari followed up with, "Dad's got us a little "tour" and we're gonna sneak in there to get our little boy bot out of there."

"We were just just going to snoop around until we found out what happened," Jack folded his arms and internally began to work himself more into the fact this was actually happening, "but we'll get him out."

"And you're going to receive some help from me," Prowl told them as she hand transformed into a gun of some sort, blue swirling around in some sort of canister, "You're going to need some form of cover and protection, especially if the cons are there too."

Sari immediately his Prowl with a skeptical stare, "How the heck is a police car going to sneak into an army base?"

"I assumed Mr. Sumdac could have that covered?" Prowl asked as her eyes went towards the portly scientist.

"Oh, why certainly!" He said happily, clasping his hands together, "I can tell them you're one of the newest models since you scanned one of them."

Cliffjumper and Ironhide gave her scrutinizing looks, the former asking, "When did you do that? Last we checked you scanned one of those old models outside of here."

Prowl waved them both off before transforming and displaying her remodeled alternate mode, a high tech police car that almost reminded the rest of the Cybertronians of home, "If Mr. Sumdac is allowed to help himself to our tech, what's wrong with us doing the same?"

"Fine craftsmanship, Mr. Sumdac," Optimus told him with a light whistle with the other transformer girls nodding.

"Thank you! And there's absolutely nothing wrong with these current results," Mr. Sumdac replied happily, pleased with seeing the results of Prowl's scanning, "I just wish I knew exactly how you did it."

"You can't expect a bot to share all her secrets can you?" Prowl asked as she transformed back.

Sari rolled her eyes, "yeah, cool, Prowl is looking spiffy, can we get back on topic?"

"Right," Jack said with a nod, "we're scheduled for later tonight. Right after my class. After that, we're getting him out of there."

And Sari added, "And maybe convincing those military goofballs they're on the wrong side."

"I just hope the dope is still in one piece," Cliffjumper grumbled. If she knew this would've happened, she would've started firing.

"If he's anything like me!" Goldbug began, gently patting Cliffjumper's shoulder as she radio talked, "he will be… okay."

"I'm ready if you three are," Prowl said as she activated the Groundbridge.

"Likewise, Miss Prowl," Mr. Sumdac replied before she drove on, "we'll keep the rest of you informed."

With that, the transmission ended and after a tiny bit of silence, Teletraan 1 cut in with, "and no you guys know how I feel when you're all gallivanting without me."

"Well, it's not like we mean too," Optimus said in an effort to assuage their lonely computer.

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Transport took all day and it was cramped as hell for a good chunk of the time, but they had finally got their robot car in. And he hated it.

"I'm telling you, you've got the wrong bot," Bumblebee told them as he held his head up. He was strapped down to a wall by his limbs and snuggly in place with a strong magnet to his back. Around him, scientists were scrambling to study and take notes while the guards kept their guns trained on him from afar just in case, "I am not your enemy, it's the Decepticons."

"After what happened to the men back at the cliffs, I'm inclined to disagree," Fowler replied with a deep scowl, a platform letting them meet eye to eye, "Doesn't help your kind your conflict to my home."

Bee shook his head and gave Fowler a pleading look, "And it's us trying to stop it. I didn't attack any of your men did I? It was those cons, the ones you're working with."

"They told us they were rogue," Fowler retorted, but his glare softened a moot.

"Okay and that means they lied," Bee retorted, "they literally have deception in their name, Fowler!"

Fowler looked down in thought before he spoke again, "Yeah… speaking of which, why are you called Autobots?"

"That's a long story," Bee Deadpanned before his face took on a pleading look again and his tone shifted, "it's also not important. What is important is you getting me out of here before it's too late! We need to work together, I'm telling you!"

Fowler narrowed his eyes as he thought Back to that day then one detail stood out, "Back at the base, you gave me a look of recognition, like you already knew me," he leaned forward as Bumblebee slowly nodded, "explain that to me. Now."

"You believe in time travel? Alternate dimensions?" The Autobot asked, hoping the concepts wouldn't be too much for his interrogator to accept.

Fowler let out a non-humorous chuckle, "I'm talking to a giant robot man that turns into a car," he folded his arms and nodded, "go ahead and enlighten me."

Bumblebee nodded and began to explain away, "I'm not just an off world bot, I'm in the wrong time line. And from my timeline, you were one of our best allies, if not, friend…"

Fowler quirked a brow, "now I may have some doubts."

As they spoke, Breakdown and Knockout watched the building from outside, the latter humming as she wanted to check out the Autobot again. Breakdown couldn't help but whisper, "your interest in that thing is really uncanny."

"Get off my hood, I'm simply curious," Knockout huffed as she moved back, "I hope Megatron lets me take a look at him before she sends him off or recycles him."

"Whatever. I'm gonna miss playing around with the human toys," Breakdown chuckled as she pulled out the flamethrower again, "this thing actually has some use. I lit a cy-gar with it."

"That makes one of us," Knockdown muttered before a transmission had been broadcast from Soundwave using Megatron's voice.

"We'll be heading down shortly. Make sure you're in position to take the capture… false Cybertronian."

Knockdown and Breakdown, as per their orders, said nothing but fully understood what must be done. They walked off, still having a conversation on interests, not noticing as a specially made police car had driven into the base.

But she noticed them, "you three be on your best guard. Breakdown and Knockout are more insightful than they appear to be."

Sari nodded her eyes as she put down her handheld game, "I thought you said Knockout was a mad fashionista and Breakdown a destructive moron."

"They are. Doesn't make them any less dangerous," Prowl reiterated before they came to a stop in front of Simmons himself, pleasantly smiling and waving to the group. Prowl couldn't help but gag, "that man's almost as fake as Getaway."

Jack narrowed his eyes next, "Who?"

"Don't worry about it," Prowl came to a stop.

"Mr. Sumdac, welcome!" Simmons bellowed as the group stepped out of Prowl, "gotta say, your cars are getting more snazzy than usual. How long until this bad boy is on the market?"

He immediately started petting Prowl's hood and Sari couldn't help but snort. She didn't doubt for a second that Prowl was uncomfortable. She'd be more sympathetic if it was anyone else.

Okay, maybe not Arcee.

"We're still working the kinks, Mr. Simmons," Mr. Sumdac chuckled, a tad nervously, "so, you had something you wanted to show me over the phone, correct?"

"Something big," Simmons practically purred out before he landed his eyes on Jack and his smile dropped, "uh, who's this kid? An intern or something?"

"Um, hello?" Jack awkwardly waved. Simmons wasn't intimidating, but his status was enough.

"Hey," Simmons duly replied before turning back to Isaac, expecting an answer, "Mr. Sumdac?"

"He is a family friend and I decided to invite him along at Sari's request," Mr. Sumdac stepped forward and looked Simmons dead in the eyes, "I hope that wouldn't be a problem."

"For you? Not at all," Simmons said after a brief second of hesitation before he pointed at Jack, "just don't go posting anything you see on Instagram or some other site. I got your address."

"Yeah, totally, no problem," Jack said quickly with a thumbs up.

"We can vpn you," Sari whispered to Jack, giving him a thumbs up. He resisted his strong urge to groan and shot her a thumbs up back.

"Now lemme show you the way," Simmons told them as they went over to what he wanted to show them.

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"That doesn't make any sense," Fowler was absolutely shocked by what he heard. Working with the Autobots, fighting beside them, even the small details of his speech… and it all felt in character. No, it was.

"And working with the Decepticons does?" Bumblebee argued in exasperation, "Did you see Megatron at all!? Listen to Starscream!?"

"Hey, I don't just based off looks, I'm a red blooded American," Fowler argued, clearly somewhat offended by that assumption, "but you may have a point with Starscream…"

"And I know that! I worked with you! I know them… at least I think I do," Bumblebee sighed out at the end.

"Regardless of what you say, letting go isn't an option, not now," Fowler told him, now stoic and stern, "Sorry, but from one soldier to another, it's just not in the cards."

Bumblebee groaned, "Then throw away the damn deck."

They heard doors open and Fowler turned to see Simmons enter the room with the Sumdac family, plus one, "Sir!"

Bumblebee resisted the urge to call out to his friends and Sari nearly rushed over before Jack gently held her back. Sari was apprehensive but understood she needed to stay back.

"And here he is!" Shouted Simmons with a hearty yet slightly annoyed laugh, "the newest virile sensation we've had to scramble to clean up!"

"For the record, I was trying to help," Bumblebee grumbled as his eyes narrowed on Simmons, "jerk."

"And he's a bit mouthy. Luckily for him, we think removing his voice box is a war crime," Simmons grunted, gesturing to Bumblebee's throat.

"Funny, I was wondering if they had a mute button for you too," Bumblebee looked down on Fowler, as he lowered himself from the platform, with the utmost concern, "You work under this guy?"

"Ahem, yes, he's a tad chatty, but it's clear he's among the younger side of their species," Fowler shot Bumblebee a small glare, but wanted to keep more of the focus on the Sumdacs.

"Suppose I can't hold it against him, we barely like our own women and there's only half of 'em," Simmons guffawed. Only Fowler hesitantly chuckled, Jack and Isaac just cleared their throats, and Sari glared at him. He even glanced towards Bumblebee's direction and received a confused stare. He sighed, "whatever. Anyway, we've got this little social media star locked up for examination. And we figured that you, Mr. Sumdac, would do us the honors of examining him first hand. Especially with you being the man of science after all."

"I can most definitely examine him," Mr. Sumdac nodded and was about to try a subtle wink towards Sari until she cleared her throat. Although disappointed at the lack of fun subtly, he carried on, "but, my best tools are located at my laboratory."

"Done deal," Simmons excitedly replied, initially thinking he would say no or go on some humanitarian rant. Fowler couldn't help but turn to Bumblebee and shot him a worried glance, thinking back to their earlier conversation, "we'll have him ready for transport with an escort party to keep him nice and wrapped up like a present."

Just as he was about to shake Mr. Sumdac's hands, his phone began ringing. And it was his urgent one. with a frustrated exhale, he picked it up, turned around, and answered with an annoyed, "what is it? I'm about to close the deal of a lifetime!"

"Sir, it's the robot women, they're back… the one known as Soundwave brought … two old faces in cuffs," The soldier told him over the comms.

Simmons was torn between wary and elated hearing this. On hand hand, he didn't like when aliens pulled surprises… but more guinea pigs from space sounded like one hell of a deal. He snorted, "alright, I'll come take a look. Fowler!"

"Sir!"

Simmons pointed at the group, "Head to the backroom with these three, Dr. Powell will be in there. I have some guests waiting for me."

"Follow me," Fowler told them as Simmons walked outside. He couldn't help but side eye Jack, thinking back on the part about the kids.

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Soundwave stood in front of the barracks with Barricade and Blitzwing in tow in shackles on their wrists. But her focus was on a certain direction of the military base.

She heard Prowl.

"Soundwave!" Simmons shouted from the armored jeep, "I gotta say, you're timing is impeccable! We've been waiting to find these two again!"

She turned to Simmons and nodded. He was incredibly loud, lascivious, and downright annoying. He would not be missed.

"So, you're gonna bring them in!? We've got a nice auto shop for those two!" Simmons asked her, clearly the most uncomfortable with her.

Soundwave walked forward, dragging the clearly annoyed cons behind her. Once they were a few steps away, there was a loud clink and time seemed to slow to a crawl as the shackles fell while grins grew on the "prisoners'' faces. Simmons' eyes went wide open and he tried to shout.

Predictable.

Before the shackles even fell, they began firing, Barricade firing her wrist guns and Blitzwing unleashing a torrent of ungodly hot fire that either melted or blew the armored vehicles apart with ease. The soldiers were blown to pieces in one fell swoop, Barricade's bullets ripping them apart and Blitzwing leaving them charred corpses at best.

And Soundwave, with her tendrils, merely flipped Simmons' jeep over, causing it to roll for several yards. As she retracted them, her right claw was covered in blood due to hitting the driver.

Blissful silence from him at last.

"Fire, open fire!" Shouted as they started emptying their trucks guns on the cons. Barricade, the least armored of the two, barely felt it. It merely scratches her paint and caused annoying stings, "we need tanks, we need-"

He was silenced as he was frozen solid from a blast of Blitzwing's cannons.

Soundwave pointed at Barricade before directing her to the right before she pointed at Blitzwing and merely gave her a thumbs up.

Blitzwing, with her maniacal grin, shouted as she turned into her jet mode, "Oh joy! I'll feel like a sparkling melting scraplets again! Ahahaha!"

Soundwave then turned to her direction. Prowl's thoughts, while quiet, were always the most interesting. Especially for an Autobot.

For the occasion, she found what she thought to be a nice bit of music from the human archives and began to play an Earth favorite of hers as she cracked her knuckles.

Tom Tom - Holy Fuck.

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"And there goes Blitzwing," Breakdown groaned as she heard the triple changer laugh as she blasted the base buildings and soldiers apart, most likely starting with vehicles as planned.

Knockout shrugged as her arm turned into a blaster that almost resembled a flower in appearance then fired plasma rounds into numerous trucks and crowds of soldiers. "Their screams were enough for our que."

Breakdown was about to say something before a mounted machine gun began blasting her in the face. It had little effect save getting some lead in her eyes, which was akin to dust for humans. She roared while jumping up with her hands transformed into hammers. She crashed down and caused a mighty earthquake with the truck right under her. It blew apart and a few people along with cars were thrown up in the air.

With a malicious smirk, Knockout started blasting them apart while in midair, playing a twisted game of seeing if she could get them before they fell. She accidentally blasted apart a few humans right over her and got some of their blood on her clothes, "fragging ew!"

"You know I might miss some of these guys, they were kind of nice for a bunch of freakish organics," Breakdown muttered to her partner, not at all caring for the fluids and bits of metal on her. A human tried to crawl away until Breakdown had stomped on her like a roach.

"Meh," Knockout grumbled as she started shaking the blood off. She started wiping some on Breakdown's jacket, "come on, let's go get the real attraction."

Breakdown hummed, "That Corvette you spotted?"

Knockout sighed and started leading the way, "Okay, the other real attraction."

"This is real firepower!" Blitzwing roared as she swooped down to smash through several tanks with her guns in flame mode. She blasted them apart before carrying the least damaged one and threw it close to Knockout's direction, smashing several soldiers into paste and a building.

"Watch it, you psycho!" Knockout hissed at her, miffed more blood is on her now. She had to resist the urge to gag when something more than blood landed on her not too long after.

Blitzwing clearly paid her no mind and flew back up to continue to rain death in ice and fire.

None of them noticed that within the corner of their eyes, a police car driving around the chaos.

"Sit tight! I'm on my way to your position!" Prowl shouted over the comms, rushing over in her alt mode, "I have visual on Blitzwing! If we can get out of here fast I - scrap!"

She transformed to jump over a Jeep sent skidding into her direction, but got caught midair by her foot by a claw from none other than Soundwave. Thinking fast on her feet, she blasted the claw off by Prowl's Rail Revolver.

She landed on her feet and locked eyes to face mask with Soundwave herself. She scrunched up her face in a scowl. Soundwave pointed to her temple and began tapping it, which Prowl more than understood.

So she stopped thinking and said on the comms, "on second thought, change of plans. You know who to contact."

Soundwave held up a hand and made the universal gesture for, "bring it" as an explosion went off from a few feet to their sides.

From above them, Blitzwing shouted to her fellow cons, "Oh no! Who called the police!?"

"Prowl," Barricade hissed as she crushed a scientist in her grasp, "And Soundwave probably got to her first. Aw well."

She spotted a few scurrying scientists running past her feet and sliced them apart almost faster than they could blink. With all the nerds running around, she knew Soundwave pointed her in the right direction. She ripped open the door along with some of the roof and went straight towards the computers. She shot a few of the soldiers in the room before grabbing a cable and putting it into her wrist.

"She's going for the data!" A soldier shouted.

"Cut it!" Came an older voice before he ran up the terminal to unload heavy slug shotgun blasts in her face, "get bent you fucking space freak!"

"Like this!" Barricade grabbed the man before crunching him in her grasp. The soldier running toward the line with an ax could hear the crunch of his superior's spine but swung at the line as fast as he could.

He was only a swing away before Barricade threw the cadaver at him. A loud ding went off in Barricade's head and shouted over the comms, "the data's ours, ladies!"

"Don't say that like you've got a hard job, Barricade," Knockout replied in a dull tone.

"Just shut the frag up and get your job done, surgeon," Barricade hissed as more soldiers arrived only to be sliced apart.

"Bitch," Knockout muttered. Her and Breakdown were at the containment center for Bumblebee. Knockout tried to casually open it only to find the doors had sealed themselves shut, "oh, that's cute."

She kicked it and only managed to put a deep dent into the door. Breakdown chuckled and gently pushed Knockout back before kicking it down on clean swoop, "Like that. Gotta put more force into it."

"Oh whatever, I - uh?" Knockout and Breakdown were confused by the sight of Bumblebee kneeling by the table he was put on. He kept his head down, "Hm… can't say I mind seeing you like that. But I preferred the thought of you being completely strapped down."

"Sorry, they didn't exactly have time to wrap me up and put a bow on me for you," Bumblebee snarked. Knockout rolled her eyes and Breakdown let out snort.

With that, Knockout and Breakdown shifted their hands into their weapons. Breakdown growled, "You're coming with us, disgrace. We're gonna pop you open and see what makes a freak like you tic."

"Honestly," Bumblebee said with a smirk, "I've got other plans. Ironhide, now!"

Both Decepticons looked behind them as lights came on and Bumblebee tossed all his passengers in the air as he transformed, catching them all in his seats. He drove right under Knockout and Breakdown, knocking them over as he made his getaway.

"Thanks for the help with the lights, Dr. Powell!" Bumblebee told him.

"You're welcome," The scientist replied with a shaky breath. But it was far from the excitement he would've felt riding in one of these beings, no, it was from the destruction he had to witness, "I… I caused all of this. This is my fault…"

Bumblebee immediately cut in, "No, it's just what the cons do. You didn't know."

"Where are you going now?" Fowler asked, needing something to take his mind off the destruction they were seeing. And a few of what was left of the bodies.

"To the Autobot base, where we were going from the start," Sari answered them. Neither she nor Jack were given window seats. The adults didn't want them to see what they were seeing.

"Wait, I could understand Mr. Sumdac being here to break you out, but you two!?" Dr. Powell shouted, "with all due respect, you're just kids!"

"You can get those answers later, we need to focus on not getting blasted!" Sari replied before she pointed to the side, "Bumblebee, watch your left!"

Bumblebee had to swerve out of the way as something was sent flying to him. When it landed, it turned out to be a Prowl, chunks cut out of her body and armor… and she was missing her left eye, "Prowl!"

"Whatever you do, think less!" She shouted as she flipped back up beside them.

They heard something else land and saw Soundwave with a few cuts along with a cracked mask walking towards, laughing in Prowl's voice, "hehehe, think less."

"Get to cover!" Bumblebee popped everyone out and Transformed, taking a combat stance, "What is she psychic?"

"Might as well be," Prowl told him, not even sparing a glance in his direction, "get out of here, this is my fight!"

"You mean ours?" Bumblebee asked before a shot rang out.

Soundwave easily side stepped out and started hearing numerous thoughts approaching her. She nodded and tipped her hat to the two bots in front of as she walked backwards into a Groundbridge. She pointed at Prowl before she disappeared into it, just as Optimus, Ratchet, and Arcee drove to them.

Optimus looked at the destruction before she turned to the humans with a frown, Ratchet and Arcee mirroring her, "Dr. Powell and Agent Fowler, I wish we could've met under better circumstances. My name is Optimus Prime and we have a lot of work to do."

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Megatron sat on her throne and the monitors turned out to indicate she was now broadcasting. Starscream was making sure the systems were optimal as she stood at the side of the throne while the rest of the staff kept up their work at the consoles. Rumble and Frenzy were outside to make sure the communications were all active.

Megatron smirked and began her speech, "My loyal Decepticons! My warriors of Cybertronian freedom and dominance! Megatron has returned! And I call upon you from across the stars to rally!"

The monitors began pinging with Decepticon reception. Then numerous Decepticon receptions growing exponentially.

"The Autobot rebellion is on its last legs and I have returned to kick it out from under them! And I ask that my warriors drifting the stars partake in the final push back against the vestiges of a dead regime that clings with its gnarled digits!"

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"Optimus and her shabby cult now reside within the planet of Earth, hiding away like scraplet rejects from the mighty jaws of a nitro wolf!"

Forms began rising from the surface of the moon on what appeared to be Saturn. Two of them still within their Cybertronian outfits that gave them the femme fatale look. Both of them grinned.

"So that's where that scout went…"

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"And below them is the next step into Decepticon evolution that resides below the Earth's crust, below its disgusting inhabitants! They, like the Autobots will be purged by our righteous fury!"

A large shuttle began transforming as a few other inhabitants moved from a bunker, many yellow, orange, and red visors shining in the dark. All of them raised up their arms and shouted.

"All hail Lady Megatron!"

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"Mark this very cycle, daughters of Primus, fighters of the mother world, Decepticons one and all! This is the start to the finale of the Decepticon war for true peace! And all I ask of those who can join me! Gather to Earth and let us end this conflict once and for all! We shall stand and the Autobots shall fall!"

Corpses of Decepticon soldiers were scattered across a room and sitting at the terminal was a red colored Cybertronian fashioned in the style of a DJ with a yellow square center along with gray boots. On her chest was the Autobot symbol. Her eyes went wide and she began working some technical magic on the terminals.

"Optimus Prime herself," she whispered with barely hidden excitement, "screw that Decepticon scrap. Let 'em be loud! The real shock and awe is about to begin… All Autobots, listen up! Your girl Blaster here has a special announcement to make up for the lack of beats! It's all about Optimus Prime, yeah, you heard right…"

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Within the vastness of space, an elaborate but dim ship was drifting within the colorful void. However, there was a slight creek that rang throughout it and, suddenly, it had turned in the direction of a strong ping.

Earth.