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"So, let me get this straight…" Knock Out breathes in, pitching the bridge of his nose. "There is a scrambler out here somewhere, blocking communications back to the ship and it's preventing you from making a groundbridge." More words had popped onto Soundwave's screen.

"And now you tell me the distress signal is also gone too? Well, isn't this fan-fragging-tastic!" He threw his arms in the air to emphasis. "Right now, I don't think our top proprietary at the moment is to worry about a signal, which could have been a fluke to begin with, rather than figuring out how the Pit we are going to get out of here!"

Knock Out, I am pairing you up with Soundwave for this mission to investigate a distress signal that might very well be one of our own. In the event that it is not one of ours, an Autobot by chance, immediate termination on sight.

Knock Out cringes at the recording of Megatron's orders to them. The only reason why the spymaster was sent with him instead of Breakdown was because the big lug caught Laserbeak's cold; not heeding his warnings about getting close to a child's face… So, as a result, while Breakdown is fighting a cold with Laserbeak, it leaves him and Soundwave stuck together on this mission.

"I know what Megatron said and I'm not going against his orders, Soundwave," he narrows his brows, "however, our investigation may be in vain if we don't have a means of escaping, don't you agree?" As well thought out the reasoning was, the narcissist medic just wanted to get the scrap out of the Primus damn Pit hole. They only arrived in the Amazon Forest a while ago, and the humidity already got on Knock Out's nerves along with the harsh elements threatening to ruin any of his wonder features.

The black trench wearer didn't show any signs he was bothered by the area; then again, he hardly shows any emotion about anything until recently where he doesn't have a mask to completely cover his devious smirks (given to Knock Out, Breakdown, and Starscream to scare them from the Slenderman incident) and rare scowls (mainly given to Starscream, still bearing ill feelings over what happened to his precious Laserbeak). Other times, he has a placid look on him. On his visor, a map showed itself for Knock Out to notice, a blinking dot hinting signification to a specific location.

"What is it this time? You got a hold a faint Energon signal? I suppose we can follow it. Though, it might end up being another Energon excavation sight."

Accommodating the two were the three Vehicons, the Techno-Organic ones, designation: Dave, Kevin, and Caleb. Turning their backs on the drones, even for a second, is a disaster ready to strike.

During the time of the higher ranking officers discussion (specifically Knock Out talking to an ever-changing screen), the triplets found a really long snake slithering on the ground. Curiosity got the best of them when they poked at it, never seeing anything like it and irritating the poor creature minding its own business. It hiss violently, although the drones missed the threat and resumed messing with it. This time Kevin pokes it with a stick. In retaliation, the slender reptile slithered his way towards the one in the middle, which was the Vehicon named Dave. Starting from the leg up, it coils itself around the confused drone, systematically constructing him tightly. The drone, unaware the snake's true attention, lets out a shaky laugh until it turned into short gasps, eventually leading difficulties to breathe. The other two came to horrible realization that their brethren was suffocating. Quickly they tried to pull the snake off by his body. Their actions proved to be futile as the creature kept tightening and tightening its inescapable grip.

As Knock Out and Soundwave turned around, they were greeted by that particular sight; the sight of the Vehicons trying to save Dave as he was becoming blue to the face.

The vehicon better thank his lucky stars Soundwave were swiftly able to remove the creature by giving it a light zap on it's scales with his tendril, not risking the Vehicon getting shocked with it as it lets go and slithers back into the bushes. On his knees, said vehicon inhaled precious oxygen while trying not trying to choke breathing in.

"Whatever we are doing, let's speed it up. I don't know how long these drones can stay online... Why are they with us again?" Knock Out left his gaze from the Vehicons to Soundwave.

And also, take these three with you. There isn't anything for them to do here.

"Right…"

Thankfully, there weren't any more deadly encounters venturing the rainforest. Though for Knock Out, his deadly encounters were puddles of mud that got all over his cleaned shoes. Won't he have fun cleaning those out later? Soon, they began to hear commotion, suggesting that they weren't the only ones here. Getting a better inspection, Knock Out found out it was none other than humans, a whole lot of off them in festivity.

Soundwave took a step closer to the camp as he was abruptly stopped by the redhead.

"Oh no no. You guys are not being seen with those on." Soundwave and three Vehicons didn't understand why Knock Out were pointing to their faces. Eventually they realised he was pointing to their visors. "Those would be a blow to our cover, typically since humans don't wear them on their faces, and I doubt Lord Megatron would love to hear about that now, would he? Lucky for you I got just the thing."

Where Knock Out got those shades will remain a mystery to this very day. It was more trouble getting them on stubborn Soundwave since he refused to remove his visor, so after some persuasion, he finally gave in and wore them.

Gotta admit, those shades looked pretty darn good on them.

"Now, we wont stick out like a sore thumb.. for the most part." Knock Out strides on the campsite with Soundwave and the Vehicons behind.

Remaining under the radar failed exactly two seconds in when some females spotted the swaggering redhead. The small group of females swarmed like bees to a bright, vivid flower named Knock Out. It stands to show he still adored the attention, even if it's coming from humans. Then the Vehicons spotted an irritated expression on Soundwave's face as almost he was in disbelief, standing there watching the medic was flirting with the human females…

This is going to be a long mission.

Assuming Knock Out would get bored of the females and remembers their true purpose of being here, Soundwave sits back on a long darken log that was posed as a chair around the campfire and waits for the medic to come to his senses. Not knowing what else to do, the other techno-organics did the same.

Words could not have described how wrong Soundwave was.

That swaggering red peacock was still flirting with those women. It was something you would see in a old beach film: A very attraction man with a beautiful lady under each arm, redhead under the left and blonde under the right and one brunette close to his chest. Soundwave saw him whispering some words them and they were giggling at him! Huh, what did he say?

"Você é tão gostosa e eu amo o seu cabelo. É tão espetado." Cooed a women with light caramel skin, her brown eyes twinkling.

"What did she say?"

"Sunny called you a hottie and she really loves your spiky hair." Her friend, the translator, repeated to KO.

"Really? Tell her that she's the one with the beautiful hair." His ran fingers ever so smoothly down the brown hair causing her to blush and giggle.

Soundwave felt like he was going to purge at this sad display...

"Tell me, pretty boy, can you dance?" Asked the blonde, falling for Knock Out's irresistible good looks.

"Hmph, well I don't like to brag or anything, but I know a few moves." Humble is not in his dictionary.

"Ooh! Diga-lhe sobre a competição de dança." Excitedly blurted out Sunny in the foreign language.

"I should!" The translator clasped her hands, looking up at Knock Out. "We have this dance competition today and you should totally enter. We would love to see some of your moves, and your friends can join in too…" The female redhead, Lily was her name, cast a stare at the three look-a-like Vehicons and Soundwave.

"Uh, why do they look the same?" Peeped the blonde, asking the question when she noticed them sitting idly.

Knock Out points to the Vehicons as he said, "Triplets," he points to the drones, "Older brother." He said pointing at Soundwave this time.

If Soundwave appeared emotionless every other time before, he made it clear that he was offended being called the older brother of three lower ranking drones; it was downright degrading. To be honest, the resemblance between the drones and Soundwave were similar aside from him being taller than the rest and different hairstyles. Other characteristics such as hair and dark clothing color, which were similar as well, making it easy for a few people to be fooled into thinking that they were related. Sadly.

"Do they talk?" The blonde one waltz over to them, her face leaning dangerously close to one of the triplets own face.

Kevin leaned back to his 'brothers', obviously uncomfortable with the blonde being so close. "... She's staring at me funny. What am I suppose to do?"

"I don't know, what do you think he should do?"

"I don't have a clue. Maybe you should say something."

"Er… hi?" Was his meek reply. Apparently and unsuspectedly, the woman found the little dialogue between the three of them extremely cute in a weird way… Soon, Kevin found himself embraced in a tight hug by her.

"Oh my gosh, can we keep them?" She pleaded with big puppy dog eyes, not letting go of the Vehicon-Human. If she declined the request, chances are she still wouldn't let go much like the snake from earlier with Dave.

Knock Out chuckled, seeing how confused the poor drones were. "Sure, give them back by the end of the day…"

"Yay!" Sarcasm wasn't a language the bubbly blonde knew very well…

"Should I tell her I was kidding and they are not for sale?"

Lily shook her head. "Maybe later. Alice looks so happy."

Throughout this fiasco, it would stand to reason that Soundwave was utterly forgotten...

"Ya'll ain't bad." Jordan commented impressed, being shown a preview of the 'Bots dancing skill. Personally, he liked Bumblebee doing the robot. Him and Rosy came back to the dance room after he gave back her compact mirror, which she is currently using. "Though, Arcee, was it? Ya seem ta be hesitant." The jazzy dancer stated after careful observation. "Girl, don't be afraid of the beat, just move along with it." He encouraged.

"That was hesitation making her dance like something crawled up her pants?" Arcee wasn't very pleased to hear those words spoken in a joking tone, especially coming from Rose, grinning to herself in her mirror. "Who knew."

Jordan eyes the pink female. "If ya don't have anythin' nice ta say, don't say anythin' at all." He then smirks. "Tha's why ah don't say anythin' 'bout yo' hair." She sent a nasty scowl at him and resumed grooming herself like a pampered cat, brushing her hair. At least he got her to quiet down for the time being and prevented Arcee from saying a few words herself.

"Yeah, 'Cee. It's easy." It was Bumblebee's turn to share some words of encouragement.

"Easy for you to say. You're way used to dancing more than I have." In reality, Arcee was kinda shy when it came to dancing, especially where there's other people around. Her grace only comes out unintentionally on the battlefield for some strange reason. Back at base, however, totally different as she could never get the hang of it and prefers to stand by while 'Bee danced with Raf.

"That's because it is easy." Smokescreen smiled, dancing next to Arcee. "C'mon, just do what I do." The white haired teen was having a blast dancing and showing the biker femme how to do the same as she started to catch on. A smile showed on her face the whole time, enjoying her little dance lesson with Smokescreen.

"Doin' great. We might just win this." spoke Jordan, a sure grin appearing on his face.

Bumblebee pouts slightly. "Thanks for the boost of confidence."

"Ah'm not tryin' ta down anyone's spirits when ah say we're not the only ones in this."

"Yeah. If there was no one to go up against, there would be no show for us!" Rose states once she closed up her mirror and looks at the gang.

"Wouldn't that mean we would win by default?" Bumblebee replied with a very good point. He doesn't mind the dancing part to win the trophy which they urgently need to win now, but if everyone suddenly dropped out, it would be good news for the team. Then again, if everyone did mysteriously dropped out, something terrible must have occurred… Never a good sign when misfortunes like those to happen.

"Ah, so right over here is where we sign up, hmm?" Out of the blue, a familiar voice, barely audible from the music, but clear enough to grab the Autobots' attention. Over at the signing table not to far away, the Autobots spotted a familiar looking redhead, features closely reminding them of a certain red medic. Behind him were four men dressed in similar dark clothing, one of them staring off at the tarp hidden object and the three women. Funny how Knock Out stands out from the dark clad group like blood stains on a white surface.

"Now there's a voice I wished I didn't recognized.." Bumblebee's lips formed a frown.

Arcee groans. "It can't be… they're here too?" Jordan and Rose didn't fathom the groups ill feelings towards the other strangers.

After finishing with the signing, Knock Out notices a woman with blue and pink highlights in hair sending him a glare from afar. Boy, if looks could kill, Knock Out would be a mere puddle on the floor. "What's with the look of disdain, sweet cheeks?" He cooed once he approached her. "If you wanna talk to me, I'm free."

"Get fragged, Knock Out." Arcee hissed, very much tempted to punch him in the face.

At first, the medic was appalled by the rude insult, even more when he then realised who it was. "No… you?!" Just his luck to run into the Autobots at this time and place. It hurted him more when recalling he was about to flirt with her. He is not going to be about to live that down, although he had to admit Arcee did have nice features… For a human.

"Knock Out and the drones…" The former Camaro cracked his knuckles, itching to fight. "How fun it would be to pummel you guys in the ground. Or at least have one thrown at you again. I'm good with either or."

"And you," He glares dangerously at the grinning Bumblebee, "I haven't forgotten to repay you back from ruining my paintjob." The redhead's arm was pulled back. He turns around to see Soundwave acting like a restraint on him. "Hmph, fine. We shouldn't waste our time when we have dance competition to win and a trophy with our names on it."

Smokescreen blinks. "Wait, how do you know about the trophy?"

"Some lovely ladies told me the winner gets what's hidden under there. And it so happens we are in dire need to win it." Looks like the Autobots weren't the only ones to find out.

"As if we're going to let you guys win." Smokescreen asserts himself only to be laughed at.

"Pfft! Don't make me laugh. Wait, don't tell me you actually think you stand a chance of winning against moi."

"You know what? The competition hasn't start yet, so wanna take this outside, 'Con?" Smokescreen and Knock Out were about to break out in an all out brawl.

"Hold up." Jordan stepped in between finally. "If ya'll gonna battle, ah suggest ya wait it out until the competition starts. Don't wanna get disqualified fo' bad behavior now, do ya?" He said to both to the both of them.

Finding he very much prefers to stay in the competition, Knock Out drops the attitude and sighs, rolling his devil red eyes. "Very well. Now, if you'll excuse me there's little time left before the competition and we need to stretch out a little." They watched him turn his back on them to face the three females he met earlier. "We'll be right back, ladies. And I'll give you a performance that you've never seen." There he goes again...

While the band of Decepticons started to exit, harsh glares followed behind them from the Autobot-humans, including Jordan and Rosy who didn't take too kindly towards the others either.

"This could be just meh, but ah don't like 'em." Bluntly commented the man with the blue eyeshades.

"Me either." Rose made a serious expression no one knew she could do. "You guys better win against them."

"And we plan to." Bumblebee promised.

Baxter heads back to the building after going over some important matters with the head staff. Hidden by a carefree smile, there's actually doubt and uneasiness lingering his mind that pestered him like flies. Distracted within his mind, he accidentally brushed against a certain spymaster's shoulder, Soundwave's to be exact.

He tries to apologize to him, but Soundwave didn't pay no mind to the little encounter and treated it with no acknowledgement at all and presses forward.

Afterwards, a strange, sharp feeling in Baxter's chest caught him off guard. Instinctively, a hand was placed over his chest, directly above his rapidly beating heart as it starts to calm down into a steady beat… It wasn't painful or anything; it was just so sudden, vanishing the instant it came like a lightning strike from clear skies.

His face was temporarily depleted with all emotion, replaced with a small wave of shock, standing there like an idiot until he had laugh, only imagine how stupid he looked with his mouth open. His head faces back to see the dark cladded Decepticon, however, Soundwave had vanished off.

He sighs, feigning exhaustion before quietly saying, "Hmph… Here ah thought ah was goin' ta have a regular day."

"Baxter!" A voice called for him. Spinning on heel, he saw a panting young lad in front.

"EJ, nice ta see ya made it back in one piece. Ah thought ah needed ta send help fo' ya."

"I'm fine, but as our situation… you can thank me for making it worse…" Scratching the back of his head, he sighed closing his eyes behind a pair of orange shades.

EJ wore a light blue football jersey, designed with a few yellow strips with two eye catching number zeros in the front. He also had on a blue pair of jeans which were covered in patches of dirt along with small rips and tears. He was short compared to Baxter, though taller and older than Rosy by a few years. Hair is short and an odd blue color, messily hidden under a white hat. The guy also looked like he had a nice musical built, like Baxter's, slimmer, but noticeable. As for his skin smoothed and tanned, looking very well in his youth.

Baxter lets EJ catch his breath before he speaks. "Don't worry too much 'bout it. It attracted the attention we wanted, though also some unwanted attention." His stiffens up. "Ah got another assignment fo' ya."

"Sure. What is it, boss?"

"Call it another snake hunt."

"Você é tão gostosa e eu amo o seu cabelo. É tão espetado." translates to "You're so hot and I love your hair. It's so spiky."

"Diga-lhe sobre a competição de dança." translates to "Tell him about the dance competition."

Looks like we got ourselves a dance off next chapter. *dances to Gundam Style and trips* Ouch… Gotta work on my footing… XD

Just to be clear, the dance competition isn't going to be anything big like something off of MTV. If anyone was expecting that, I am so sorry, but even I can't bring myself to write it, no matter how many high grades I consume.

Another thing for the the dance off, should I give the teams a name for the dance competition? If so, I'm open to suggestions because I suck at names…

Who ever comes up with the best name, I will use it.

I honestly feel bad for Soundwave right now… He just want to get through a mission without Knock Out there showing off his feathers XD.

I just noticed something… Everyone looks nice in shades… *finds a pair of sunglasses* Heck yeah.

And if you ever noticed on Prime, Arcee does fight in sort of a graceful style if you ever pay attention. I believe it was in the first episode (I may be wrong) that Arcee did like a really nice flip in the air before she kicked a Vehicon. And the time Wheeljack threw her up in the air.

That's all for the day! See ya next time!