Author's Notes: Leave me alone fleshlings. What? Oh you want to know about the Decepticons and our current war campaign? Well slag off 'cause I'm not the one to tell you any of that, the name's Dropkick and I prefer to be alone I could care less about my fellow Decepticons. And can surely care less about you weak pitiful fleshies, if you weren't so short lived a species I'd probably be more concerned, but I never concern myself with anything even the fate of Cybertron.
So anyway here's the speel I gotta recite then I'm off enjoying my solitude again on the open road, that's just about the only decent thing I like about this miserable planet of yours.

This means I'm talking to you in Cybertronian, which some have classified as Cybertronix and it is being painstakingly translated by Sithicus... He's a decent human I guess if he can understand our language.

These are thoughts and flashbacks, like when I was being chased by those Mexican police squads.

That's everything, except for this of course...

Chapter Eight: Organization Thirteen Unless Sithicus comes up with something better... Well I'm done, now leave me alone. Oh sure this ain't as amusing an Author's Note as the last one with those two idiots Dreadwing and Bonecrusher, but like I said I could care less about everything except my own existence and even that I sometimes wish would come to an end just so I can get away from all you mewling life forms.
Good riddance, next time ask Shockwave. Dropkick transforms and peels out.

The aircraft carrier had been seriously altered by the Decepticons to serve their needs, rendered impervious to radar, sonar and every other form of detection save visual identification. Fully automated and devoid of human crew the Dark Fleet currently rested below the Mediterranean Sea close to Africa, Wreckage and Bonecrusher had been sent in on this mission; Starscream smiled as he studied the map and all current positions of the others. The ship had been retrofitted for submersible operations to facilitate these shoreline operations.

"The humans battle in wars even more pointless then others." He commented with a shake of his head. "They fight for territory, for wealth, for power… Even some for religions, they are so easy to manipulate I find very little sport in this."

"Starscream." Thundercracker exclaimed entering the command center, which used to be crew quarters until they'd been gutted.

"What is it?" Starscream demanded impatiently.

"We received a communication; Skywarp is outside the system and wants to know if we require his services." Thundercracker relayed with a slight smirk, Starscream sighed his optics shuttering briefly.

"That's all we need." He tapped his head as though suffering from a headache. "Is he alone?" He wondered.

"He said a few low ranking units were nearby, Venom and his team for one." Thundercracker replied with a slight grimace, Starscream smiled.

"Tell them to go to the Nemesis and initiate the remaining repairs, we'll need that ship and it'll keep them occupied." He ordered. "We can't have them disrupting the plan; we'll never get the Allspark by brute force. Subtlety is the key in this instance my friend."

"More like Venom and Skywarp would drive you out of your circuits if they came here." Thundercracker commented with a chuckle. "Still, keeping them in reserve is a smart idea."

"Better that then losing more of us to the Sabot rounds, Shockwave still hasn't perfected a means of defense." Starscream coldly reminded. Thundercracker nodded and initiated a communiqué to Skywarp; Starscream closed his optics and ground his teeth together, honestly he wasn't confident he could keep a large group of Decepticons in line.
Skywarp was loyal even if he was worse then Dreadwing when it came to pranks, but Venom was a paranoid delusional sub-unit commander; Shrapnel on the other hand might attempt to run his own plan counterproductive to Starscreams' own. My status as Decepticon leader is tenuous at best until I possess that shard of the Allspark, and Venoms' team is only the beginning. If one of the others, like Soundwave were to show up I could lose everything I've worked for.

"Skywarp understands." Thundercracker relayed breaking into Starscreams' thoughts. "He also felt he should warn you that he saw some Autobots inbound, they've stopped for now at the sight of our battle against the Ark, but it could be only a matter of time before they head for the Earth." He added eliciting a sneer from Starscream.

"Tell him to forget the ship, send Venom and his team to eliminate those Autobots." He ordered nodding Thundercracker smiled wistfully.

"A pity they get all the fun before we do."

"We'll have more then enough fun when the time comes." Starscream shot back. And this way perhaps the Autobots will eliminate a potential problem for me before Shrapnel becomes a thorn in my side. He thought to himself a cunning smile flashing briefly across his face.

Wreckage did not enjoy his role in Starscreams' little plot, he wasn't like Devastator in that the now dead Decepticon had preferred to just hit things until they were dead, or blow things up real good. He preferred a more personal engagement, which was why he carried the dual energo blades into battle; he liked the feel of enemy fluids coating his body as he watched the life fade from their optics.
He rarely had the opportunity for that indulgence though, a fact he hoped to rectify once they no longer needed to hide from the accursed Autobots. Contrary to what some might think the Decepticons did not hate the Autobots outright, in fact some even respected their enemies for their beliefs or skills. Wreckage knew the hatred he felt was deeper then that; at first it wasn't personal, the Autobots had been appalled by the Lord Megatrons plans to create a warworld capable of conquering the known galaxies. They were sickened by their thirst for power, the desire to prove their superiority above all others, their belief that they were perfect life forms and all others were meant to serve.
But as the war progressed the seeming madness and power lust grew further like a plague, no one could even recall who started the motion or why Megatron changed so drastically. The loss of the Allspark and Cybertrons descent into darkness was what truly made the hatred fester, for a little over ten thousand years both sides were cast from their home world, nomads of the stars. And now just when the hope of a renewed Cybertron loomed high it was dashed to pieces with the loss of Megatron and the Allspark.

"If I hadn't been nearly killed by that EMP weapon in Afghanistan we would have defeated them for sure." He grumbled to himself parking next to other ordnance on the US base that had been established, their efforts were forcing the humans into a frenzy of panic and second guesses, much like a well played game of Terran Chess. "I'll enjoy slagging every last one of these mewling flesh bags once our forces swell." He stated before shutting down for the night and dreaming the dreams of mechanical clarity.

The Nemesis floated above Mars as the humans called it; Wreckage had been working on repairs to several systems, their transport had served them well for centuries and with some work it would do so again. If only the Constructicons were here this would work so much better, he just wasn't as adept as the likes of Long Haul or Sledge.

"A waste of time." He grumbled examining the shield generators in sector Epsilon. "Our supplies were almost gone before our scrap with the Autobots."

"Indeed." A voice observed startling Wreckage. Turning he was surprised to find Shockwave outside of his lab for once. "I'm certain Starscream would enjoy hearing your complaints, but I have need of your assistance in an experiment of mine."

"Experiment." Wreckage repeated warily, the last mech to help Shockwave suffered intense pain now due to their forced triple changer status and the pressure Shockwaves' experimental mass shifting device placed on his spark.

"Yes, I have completed dissection of the male specimen and wish to learn a few personality traits of the species to better gauge their reactions to us. I require you to interact with the female specimen, befriend her. Make it seem that you intend to rescue her, I wish to see if they can experience Hope." Shockwave explained; Wreckage shuttered his optics and shook his head.

"Starscream insists we make any repairs we can." He stated. Shockwave's optic narrowed the inner glow darkening; Wreckage knew he couldn't get out of it now. "I'lldo my best, but wouldn't it be easier to ask Thundercracker he's more approachable."

"Logic dictates I must employ the least likely to be missed. Thundercracker is too valuable to Starscream, besides he brought me the specimens." Shockwave pointed out, Wreckage sighed and turned from the generator.

"All right." He relented.

"I will upload a language file for you." Shockwave informed sending a quick packet of data. Wreckage closed his optics briefly and then opened the file, after absorbing the data, which took less then a nano-klick he followed Shockwave to the lab entrance. "Proceed once I am in position." He ordered.

"Got it." He replied fingering his blade nervously, he doubted there was any actual harm that could befall him, but with Shockwave you could never tell.

Sandra Carlisle shivered in her cell, or at least what would pass for a cell; it was a small cylindrical space made out of something that might have been glass. There was minimal heat barely enough to keep her alive and the air that circulated tasted stale, manufactured, it also stank of urine, sweat and other unmentionable odors. The machine things weren't much for personal comfort, they must not have heard of the Geneva Convention; she hadn't bathed in over a month and they force fed her some kind of paste. A man had also been imprisoned earlier, but she'd seen what happened to him, had nightmares about it. She no longer felt fear; all she could experience was a numbness that filled her completely.

"Human." A deep voice spoke up startling her. Glancing up she met another of the mechanical creatures, he was mostly white and gray and had a genuine face unlike the emotionless, expressionless one who kept her here. At least this one had two eyes, what might be considered a nose and a mouth; his face didn't light up every time he spoke. That one had never once spoken to her while she'd attempted to communicate with him; it therefore surprised her to find they could speak her language. "Are you functional Human?" He asked in a tone that seemed resigned yet semi-concerned.

"F-f-functional." She repeated stuttering because of the cold. "Yesss, but I'm s-s-so c-c-cold."

"Your body temperature does seem marginally acceptable for carbon based forms, but perhaps you are used to warmer climes." The machine mused trying to sound sympathetic; she could tell it wasn't used to such emotions.

"P-please, can y-you t-turn up the heat?" She pleaded. "Or just k-k-kill me already." She added resignedly.

"You wish to terminate." He returned surprised.

"Isn't that wh-what y-y-you'll d-d-do to me anyway?" Sandra wondered dejectedly; he seemed to think over that averting his gaze to other points of the room as if he were unsure.

"Shockwave can be rather callous in his pursuit of knowledge." He relented. Sandra frowned; at last the butcher had a name. "But we do not intend harm to other life forms intentionally, or at least we didn't used to. I'm afraid my compatriots have lost their former good natured selves over the millennia it is difficult for myself to maintain an air of civility at times." He stated. "You see we've been at war a very long time and our home planet has been dead an equal length of time thanks to the treachery of our enemies the Autobots." He explained.

"Enemies? A-A-Autobots?" Sandra questioned her desire to learn more about her captors overriding her former desolate nature.

"Uh… Yes, the Autobots." He repeated haltingly. "I… We originate from a planet called Cybertron. Both of our factions once led by the benevolent Optimus Prime and the venerably noble Lord High Megatron, protector of all Cybertronian life. One day however Optimus Prime lost his senses completely; he and his fellow Autonomous Robots assaulted the city state of Torus seeking the power of the Allspark." He paused slightly nervous as he looked around perhaps afraid of being discovered by that Shockwave creature. Sandra urged him to continue a questioning expression on her face, it hurt to talk. "The Allspark is the source of all life on Cybertron, with it our world flourishes and nothing compares to its' beauty. The Crystal Gardens of Altihex were truly a sight to behold." His optics shone with genuine emotion a trace of loss and pain there. "Prime stole the Allspark after slaughtering every last defender, they were… Friends. Megatron rallied us to battle against the Spark-traitors and the war began, but after centuries of conflict Prime was on the losing side in our war. And so in a final attempt to keep the Allspark for himself he sent it into space; and so our world began to die, it could no longer sustain us and we were forced to follow hoping to find it before Prime or any of his traitorous compatriots."

"S-s-so… Th-th-that excuses you to d-d-do whatever you want?" Sandra demanded; the machine, robot thing shook his head.

"No it does not, but it does explain our actions… We've forgotten what's important, we… We have begun to sink into a state of desperation and darkness much as the Autobots have. I think if we don't find the Allspark soon we'll be no better then them." He stated genuine self-loathing in his tone; Sandra lowered her gaze feeling slightly dazed by all that she'd been told. "We shouldn't have taken you."

"Why did you?" Sandra wondered curiously.

"Why?" He repeated glancing to the door almost in a panic; he chuckled slightly and stalked over to the table picking up a strange implement and twirling it between his fingers. "Shockwave is a little… Unorthodox when it comes to science; he serves logical thinking a little too closely, even back on Cybertron. It was his idea and our leader is too cowardly to tell him no, you see Megatron has been lost for a long time in his search for the Allspark. Our current leader is more interested in his own personal power and rarely denies some of our, less contained members their whims." He explained with a light laugh. "Instead of learning about your species the proper way with first contact and everything he put Shockwave in charge and Shockwave decided to capture and dissect you."

"I g-g-got that m-m-much." Sandra grumbled flatly. "So why are you here?" She demanded.

"Because we've discovered an important development; your world houses both Megatron and the Allspark. I was hoping that you could help me rescue them both before the Autobots arrive." He whispered as though someone might be listening in, Sandra was shocked, although as she mulled over his words it did make a sick kind of sense. It would be the most logical reason for their coming to Earth and considering this machine just admitted to logistics being a big factor in their races personality, well Sandra could put two and two together to make four.

"If I help you, y-y-you h-h-help me?"

"Yes exactly, but it'll take me a day or two to get some equipment for you. I'm afraid most of the ship isn't equipped for oxygen breathers." He replied Sandra nodded thoughtfully.

"I'll h-h-help." She agreed softly. "Do you have a n-n-name?" She asked as he turned back to her with a smile.

"The closest translation in your language would be Wreckage." He replied his face twitching slightly.

"My name's Sandra, th-thank you f-f-for helping me Wreckage." She revealed, Wreckage nodded absently and quickly headed for the door.

"I shall return in two days to take you back to Earth Sandra." He said before leaving; she smiled in return a sense of relief filling her.

"Disgusting." Wreckage proclaimed once more speaking Cybertronian.

"Yet effective and your quick thinking aided with the illusion." Shockwave congratulated.

"I'll be grateful once it's all over, now I'd better get back to work before Starscream slags me." He stated quickly heading back for the shield generator, but as he walked his mind thought back over what he'd said to the Femme. He really did miss Cybertrons natural beauty; if everything worked out though Megatron would be back and the Allspark at last in the hands of the Decepticons.

Tom Banacheck had to pull every string he could; call in all favors and even promise a few in return in order to get his current job working alongside Defense Secretary Keller. And more importantly the Autobots; Sector Seven however hadn't been the only organization interested in the Cybertronians, or the only one in possession of one. But as was typical Governments rarely shared information; and MI-5 wasn't known for confiding in America when it discovered something close to British soil. What could only be classified as an N.B.E in the middle of the Scottish Highlands, specifically in the custody of one J. McCullen notorious arms merchant for numerous terrorist cells and third-world governments.
As it stood Banacheck wasn't surprised when the call came in on his private line; the fact that the Decepticons were obviously behind recent upsurges in Middle-Eastern and African conflicts wouldn't escape their notice for long. Keeping it from Keller and the Autobots was a necessity he didn't like, but a necessity nevertheless if they hoped to keep a tight lid on the existence of these Aliens sealed up as it were.

"Mister Banacheck it grieves me to hear you haven't been as cooperative as you should have." The cultured Austrian accented voice stated matter of factly without waiting for so much as a Hello.

"Yes well…"

"Are we or are we not being invaded?" The elder man demanded cutting in to any excuse Banacheck might have attempted to use.

"Hardly, at this time all N.B.E.s are known and classified. Apparently there were two warring factions involved and now their war has spread to our world." He informed smoothly, the man on the other line made a slight tsking sound.

"Just as your Captain Witwicky foresaw in his mad rantings." He returned with a light laugh. "Am I to understand then that you are aware of the current N.B.E.s posing as your military?" He inquired thoughtfully.

"Not all of us, but the General and President are fully aware." Banacheck replied. "We're hoping with their advanced systems the Decepticons, as they're called, will finally locate Bin-Laden."

"The world will not favor America because of this." He warned. "Nor does my organization, we may be autonomous now, but unlike your Sector Seven the Queen and MI-5 are more inclined to keep us on a tight leash. As it were."

"Yes I know, but their enemies the Autobots are too few at the moment to contain this nuisance." Banacheck explained.

"We are very disappointed in you Mister Banacheck; I am very disappointed. Who was it that vouched for you?" He wondered. "Hm. Who was it that all but guaranteed your position within the organization you once worked for? I do not take kindly to betrayal as you'll recall and all I asked from you was a simple sharing of knowledge, a pooling of resources as it were." He mused his tone never once losing his neutrality. Banacheck sighed and instantly regretted it.

"How can I help you today Doctor?" He asked.

"That's better." The man on the other end smiled. "For starters I must have all information you possess regarding the N.B.E.s. What are these… Autobots long term plans and goals? How many are currently on our planet and how many more likely to arrive?" He paused here as though in thought. "And lastly I demand to know the exact whereabouts of these Decepticon invaders. Personally I don't care if America comes out a greater enemy because of them; you weren't popular to begin with thanks to your so called 'War on Terror'. But I can't have loose cannons running rampant on my continent, it just isn't done old boy." He stated with a light icy chuckle. Banacheck nodded reaching for his computer.

"I'll arrange a conference flight to discuss these things in Europe, usual place?" He asked.

"Of course Mister Banacheck I look forward to seeing you." The Doctor informed before hanging up. Tom Banacheck frowned slightly; he'd rather have Simmons deal with the Doctor, unfortunately for some reason approaching any of his former work buddies could get him shot or possibly worse. No, what Archeville wanted he would just have to get; Area Fifty-One apparently was hazardous to his health at the moment.

Frenzy was one of the smallest Decepticons which made him ideal as a spy; the problem was he did have limitations when it came to alternate modes. Transforming was second nature to the Cybertronians it was part of their physical beings ingrained into them by the Allspark itself. Before the war it wasn't uncommon for some to have eighteen separate alt modes in a year, Frenzy himself had enjoyed changing as a means of expressing himself at any given time; so it was currently as though he'd stumbled into one of those heavenly places some of the older warriors talked about.
He was bouncing from shelf to shelf in an electronics store not long after his meeting with Hardtop; he resembled the proverbial kid in a candy shop scenario. There were plasma T-Vs, telephones, stereos, microwaves, toasters, VCRs gathering dust in a little used corner and DVD machines not to mention something called a Playstation Two; Frenzy could barely contain himself. Scanning everything he tried them all on for size, some were too compact for him to use while others too large. At last he settled on a silverish-blue boom box although the tag claimed it to be a Stereo slash CD player, transforming into his new form he remembered what Hardtop had said. Opening up to the World Wide Web he began to absorb as much data as possible on this new world and their flesh being life forms.

"Oh shit." He exclaimed as he discovered the joys of human expletives. "Heh, heh, heh… Offer expires while you wait, operators are standing by, whoops I did it again, we'll return after these messages. Holocaust… Ooooooo; brutal race, brutal societal structure and class system too. Loads of religions; these Humans are insane, Mafia, Al-Qaeda, Yakuza, Cobra… Wonder why all the criminal organizations end in A? Act now hurry, hurry, hurry… Ugh sound like Blurr; information overload I love it, love it, love it!" He cried out giggling madly. "Hmmm got a mission, get to Washington how? Think, think, think, infiltrate White House no, Pentagon… Too secure, too tricky. Hmmm. Currency, economical niceties, buy, buy, buy and come on down. Price is right, IRS, no files on whereabouts of Megatron or Allspark, but perfect for first step. Good plan, plan, plan, but who takes me in, who?" Almost as though glitching out Frenzy continued to plan talking to himself faster and more manic then ever until at last just before dawn he had his strategy all mapped out, now there was only one thing left to do. Tapping in he sent a wireless message via the internet to an employee whose file he'd already read completely.
Dear Mister Martin we need a stereo for the office if you could please take out the necessary funds from Petty Cash and pick one up at Radio Shack before coming in to work this morning. Sincerely Alfred Gibbons. "Over two billion sites and almost three quarters are reserved for sexual gratification. Cool."

"Tadur, Paquette you'll take point. Donnelly, Fig you're with me and Tango squad." Lennox informed as the men prepared for the drop; Incinerator flew low thrilled at his new assignment, gunning down terrorists was the best. Contrary to what the Autobots believed the Decepticons were not evil, they just seemed bred for war and liked it. Coming in hot gave him a thrill and what's more he didn't have to worry about retaliation. He hadn't forgotten his mission though and was absorbing much of the fleshlings military strategy, first the Air Force would come in with a reconnaissance team. Once terrorist cells were confirmed it was his job to transport the Rangers in; they always went in hot searching for any sign of someone called Bin-Laden, once the fighting was over the survivors returned to base and the prisoners were brought to an incarceration facility.
Occasionally they needed to wipe out the cell completely; either that or they'd all get killed, that's when the one called Epps would signal for an air raid. Incinerator liked those, he got to kill when those happened, but right now he was the transport and it was his job to get them in.

"Incinerator this is Hardtop, tell me you're as bored as I am." The Decepticon spy spoke up over their internal channel.

"Not on your spark." Incinerator retorted taking pleasure as an old German tank exploded, that the terrorists had got it to operate in the desert was a miracle in itself. "Still stuck living with human children?" He quipped hovering inches off the ground as the Rangers leapt out firing on their enemies.

"Stow it slagheap… Eleanor Brass is quite perceptive for a fleshling, she suspects I am no mere vehicle and constantly annoys me with her insignificant projectile weapons. Although her ability to irritate her siblings would make Rumble seem like a mild tremor in comparison." Hardtop commented thoughtfully.

"What was that?" Incinerator asked almost teasingly. "Does the great Decepticon Spy and Infiltrator Sniper actually have feelings for an insignificant squishy?"

"Primus forbid." Hardtop snapped. "I'm merely acknowledging her skills."

"Sure you are."

"Tell that to my face Incinerator and you'll learn why Bumblebee needs to lube his vocals constantly." Hardtop growled; Incinerator laughed as he watched the Humans slaughter one another, the one nicknamed Dusty, Paquette he was called had his head blown clean off.

"These creatures put us to shame when it comes to sheer ruthlessness in battle, I think even that slagging bastard Hook would be impressed." He commented now hovering above the battlefield soon to be departing. Hardtop made a noise of static that might have been a laugh.

"I'll have to take your word for it." He returned.

"Was there a particular reason you broke radio silence or should I report this to Starscream?" Incinerator questioned slyly.

"Actually yes, I have detected a transmission between Earths satellite and Bumblebee it has occurred at least twice in the past Orn." Hardtop informed. "Since I can not communicate with the Nemesis for obvious reasons I felt you could better alert our current leader as to this development. I'm sure he'll love to know where Optimus Prime is hiding." He stated. Incinerator would have smiled if it were possible as he returned to base.

"On it Hardtop." He relayed and then cut the communication. "Looks like Prime just ran out of luck, provided Starscream decides to use this information." He grumbled.

To Be Continued Looks like things are going to heat up, especially with Archeville involved. Who's Archeville you might ask? Well in the original cartoons he was a scientist who allied with the Decepticons during a Three Part saga titled The Ultimate Doom in which Megatron used Space Bridge technology to bring Cybertron directly into Earths' orbital/atmospherical space resulting in total chaos in nature and unlimited energy sources. Archeville helped by creating the Hypno Chip a device that made humans literal slaves of the Decepticons. Naturally in this Movieverse Archeville won't be as diaboloical as his G1 counterpart, but that doesn't precursor the fact he may be teaming up with Starscream in the very near future.
Anyway be kind if you read please review and let me know what ya think, for now... We'll return after these messages.