Happy New Years, my faithful and beloved readers! This will be the last chapter I post up of any of my fanfictions in 2014. I think it's a good way to send off the old year and welcome in the new, don't you?
Have fun reading!
I do not own Transformers or anything in relation. I only own Hunter, the Hybrid race, and any other character that you may not recognize.
Steve Jablonsky; Cemetery Wind
6
Ω Enter MECH Ω
The masked man suddenly raised his gun a bit higher and began to take aim.
"Fowler, get down!" Hunter shouted, reaching across the cab and grabbing him by the shoulder as she pulled him down so that he was out of the sight of the gun. She reached over and pressed the button to roll the window back up.
As she did this, Optimus quickly swerved to the right and then swerved back to the left, slamming into the green car just hard enough that both it and the man's aim were knocked off course, and he sped forward. A round went off from the gun as the masked figure pulled the trigger and exploded into the cliff on their right.
Hunter let Fowler back up and the government agent looked back out the window with wide eyes full of confusion. "Who are these guys?" he wondered aloud.
"Evidently not friendlies," Hunter muttered.
"Oh, really, Captain Obvious?" Fowler shot back.
The teen shrugged. "Hey, you asked. I assumed you wanted an answer."
Optimus reopened his comm-link again. "Autobots, maintain your cover," he ordered, "and apply minimal force—disarmament only."
Hearing the rev of an engine coming up on her side, Hunter looked into her side mirror to see that the car had maneuvered around behind the trailer and was once again speeding forward The man was still standing up through the sunroof and still has his gun, looking like he was aiming for the tires. She snarled and then looked forward at the sound of squealing.
Bumblebee had pulled over to the right, thrown it into reverse, and was backing up. He slammed into the green car, knocking the man off balance so that he couldn't fire. The man regained his balance and the car picked up speed again, trying to get ahead of Bumblebee, but the yellow and black muscle car slammed into it again and sent the car fishtailing. The green car hit a rock along the side of the road, flipped over and rolled before finally coming to rest on its' hood where it was left in the dust.
"Way to go, bro," the Hybrid thought with a smirk. The redhead wished she could be out there with them, helping them take down their pursuers (she could take them all out with ease) but that wasn't the case. She was stuck here in her spark-father's cab with Fowler, and for the time being, she was going to have to stay right where she was. It'd probably be better anyway. If they were trying to keep a low profile, the last thing the team needed was a scarlet and black-and-silver striped Topkick out there on the road, wiping out cars as if they were flies all the while sustaining virtually no damage to itself. That would most certainly raise suspicion.
By now the convoy had come to a particularly winding part in the road and Agent Fowler was not handling it so well. A fist pressed firmly to his lips, he was gagging and looking like he could barely manage to keep it in. The poor man looked like he was trying to say something, but every time he opened his mouth he had to close and cover it again as his last meal threatened to make an appearance.
"Dad, I think Fowler could use some air," Hunter said admittedly feeling sorry for the man.
Fowler frantically nodded gave a thumbs up in her direction for thanks before leaning over and sticking his head out the window Optimus had just rolled down. Sighing in relief as the fresh air rushed in he laid his head down on the door panel. His eyes flickered up to the mirror. Brows furrowing, he picked his head up and looked back to see yet another car pulling up alongside them and edging closer and closer towards their flank. One of the men, weapon in hand, had climbed out the sunroof and was perched on the back of the car waiting until he was close enough to jump on, landing in the space between the cab and the trailer. It was then that what they were doing clicked in the government agent's head: they were going to cut the trailer loose. "Prime, bear right!" he barked.
Optimus did just that, causing the man to lose his footing and almost fall off. Almost. His trailer slammed into the car and sent it tumbling over the drop-off.
"We still got our hitch-hiker," Fowler announced.
"On it," Hunter replied, reaching over to open the door.
"Hunter, no," Optimus opposed.
"Dad…"
"A teenaged girl climbing out of the cab of a speeding semi to confront and armed hitch-hiker will only be cause for suspicion," the Prime explained.
"Your daddy's got a point there, James," Fowler agreed.
"You think I don't know that?" Hunter replied in annoyance. "Of course it'll cause suspicion, but what choice do we really have? I either go and lose the hitch-hiker or I don't go and we lose the trailer and possibly the DNGS. What's it gonna be, boys?"
For a moment there was silence, and then Optimus broke by saying, "Go. And be careful." He opened his passenger door.
Hunter nodded. "I will, Daddy. Promise." She stepped out onto the mounting step and then over to the railing, hugging close to her spark-father the whole time. Reaching over, the Fuser grabbed hold of his exhaust pipe before pushing off and swinging out and around and landing directly across from the hitch-hiker, who was still working at severing the cables.
The man jumped back away from the cables, undoubtedly surprised by her sudden appearance. "Who are you?" he demanded.
"The conductor," the girl snarled, baring her teeth. "And you don't have a ticket to be on this ride." She took a step forward.
The man raised his gun and fired.
"Ahh!" Hunter cried out in pain as the energy blast hit her, but then, much to her astonishment, the ache morphed into a… rather strange sensation. It was tingly, invigorating, and a bit hot (not painfully so). If she had to describe it, the sixteen-year-old would have gone with "spicy", because if spicy had a feeling that's what this would have been. Opening her eyes, the girl looked down at herself to see electricity sparking and surging all across her body. Oddly enough it was all running up and concentrating at the center of her chest, where the impact of the blast had been, and then it all disappeared so that there was nothing but a bright bluish-white glow, as if her spark itself were shining through. That's when all of a sudden—ZZZAP! [A/N I literally cannot think of any other sound effect to put but that one -_-']—lightning shot out from her spark-chamber, blasting the man backwards.
Up in the helicopter, Silas sat a little bit more forward in his seat and craned his neck to look out the window to try and get a better view. It was dark between the cab of the semi and the trailer and they were high enough up that he couldn't see very well into the small space. "What the hell was that?!" he exclaimed, eyes wide as he stared at the electrical blast.
Behind him the woman looked over his shoulder and smiled behind your mask. "That my friend," she answered, "was you second weapon."
"Whoa-oh!" The man stumbled back as he was blown back, flailing around for something to hold on to. Something suddenly grabbed him by the back of the collar and held him up, keeping him from falling to the blurred pavement below. He looked up into the face of a cross, middle-aged African American man.
Fowler scowled at his captive. "You're gonna tell me everything I wanna know…" he was cut off as his captive was suddenly ripped out of his grip by a tree alongside the road. "Dang!"
"F-Fowler?"
The agent looked over to see a very dazed and wobbly looking Hunter clutching onto Optimus' cab as she tried to stumble her way over to him. "Hunter!" he exclaimed, reaching out and taking her arm to support her. "You okay, kid?"
Hand pressed to her forehead, the teen nodded. "Uh-huh," she muttered almost incoherently. "I think so. Slag, that just about took the fight outta me!"
"What the heck was that?"
"I think that was what Greasy means when he says that I haven't accessed all of my powers yet."
Fowler chuckled. "Yeah, I think maybe you're right," he agreed with a nod. "Come on, kid, let's get you back inside." With that the swarthy man began to help the stunned Hybrid back along the side of the semi and into the cab.
"Hunter!" Optimus exclaimed as she reentered the cab and crawled over to the passenger seat where she quickly flopped into it like a ragdoll and was even more quickly buckled in by her worried father. "Sweet-spark, are you all right?"
"I'm okay, Dad," she mumbled. "Just… tired and a little dizzy is all."
"What happened?"
"I think…" Hunter's voice trailed off as she tried to explain what had just happened. What had just happened? What did she do exactly? She wasn't at all sure herself and she was still trying to recuperate from it. "I think…" she repeated, "… I just generated… lightning?"
"What?" Optimus marveled.
It was then that a strange voice came in over the radio. /I do hope you take better care of the DNGS than you do your captives,/ the voice, which was male, chided.
Picking up the walkie-talkie, Fowler looked from it out the window and up to the sky, where he could see the helicopter following them. He pressed the transmit button and replied, "Special Agent William Fowler here. Identify yourself!" He let the button go.
/I am Silas,/ the voice quickly returned. /But of greater consequence to you: we are MECH. Fair warning; we will be helping ourselves to your devices. Even if it means inflicting casualties./
"Devices?" Optimus thought to himself as he raced along. "What devices? We only possess the DNGS."
"Is that so?" Fowler challenged, obviously not catching on about how there was more than one device MECH was after. "Tell me, Si, what's the market price for a DNGS these days?
/ What makes you think we intend to sell it, Agent Fowler?/ Silas asked. /There's a war brewing, between the new world order and the newest. The victor will be the side armed with the most innovative technology./
"Our entourage is back," Hunter stated, slumped in her seat and unmoving as she was.
Fowler looked from her back to his side mirror to see that she was indeed right. The cars were back (had they ever really left?) and one of them was easing up behind them, yet another masked man standing up in the sunroof, aiming his gun at the back of the trailer. There were three flashes as he fired and then he seemed to press a button on the side of the gun. A small explosion followed and the locks blew open. The car moved in closer and the man started to climb out onto the hood. What were these guys—half spider?! "So, Si," Fowler replied, pressing the transmit button again, "you think MECH has the most radical tech?" He smirked and looked back.
All at once a blue motorcycle flew out of the back of the trailer and landed atop the car, forcing it back and causing it to roll. The car behind that one ramped over the top of it, slam to the ground on its hood, and explode.
Smiling cockily, Fowler turned back to the radio. "Later, Si," he signed off, rather pleased.
"Agent Fowler," Optimus responded gravely, "do not take your 'Silas' lightly. Megatron preached the same ideology before plunging Cybertron into the great war that destroyed our world." That warning passed on, the Prime turned his attention back to his second (but forever number one!) passenger. "Hunter, how are you feeling?"
Sitting up in her seat with a grunt, the Hybrid shook her head to clear it. "Better," she answered. "Just needed a minute to get my strength back."
/Optimus, prepare to initiate phase two. Five miles ahead to the south you will reach the rendezvous point,/ Ratchet suddenly came in on the radio.
"Good," Optimus replied to his daughter's previous statement, "because you are going to need it."
Okay, question! I don't usually do this type of thing, but I can't think of anything else and it does seem appropriate, anybody got any New Years' resolutions or any wishes that they hope happen in 2015? I never make resolutions myself because I don't see the point in making a promise I know I'm not gonna keep. As for wishes… I wish I could meet and befriend Peter Cullen in 2015. Not gonna happen but, hey, I can dream can't I?