"S-Sari, are you there? I know it's late, but you gotta come here! I'm in the forest. Yes, it's important. How important? Its "New team of Autobots in Detroit" important! Okay? Good. Yes, get Mr. Fanzone. Bye."

I tried to make my phone call to Sari as quiet as I could. Thankfully, the Autobots didn't notice me. However, Techhound's oil tank must have been a little too full, and she just HAD to go then. And not by a tree. No, she chose the foot of the largest Autobot in the group. He suddenly took notice, and then looked straight down. No, not at Techhound, at me.

"AAAAHHH!" He screamed, lifting his body into a defensive pose. Based on his voice, he must have been the "Grandus" that was on the ship. "I-it's organic!!!!"

The three other members of the team then took notice to me, and also lifted their bodies into defensive poses.

"P-please don't spit your toxic slime on us!" The smallest member said, his New York accent showed that he was the "Rattletrap" from the ship.

"We don't want any harm from ya!" The only girl said, the one with the Southern drawl.

"We'll just go back to the ship, and leave you to your business!" The final male said, he was the one with the British accent that was trying to console Grandus. "J-just don't' hurt us!"

"Amelia!" I suddenly heard a familiar voice. I turned around to see Sari and Mr. Fanzone approaching. "We came as soon as we could and--"

"What the--?" Mr. Fanzone said, also stopping himself mid sentence.

They were both about as shocked as I was when they noticed the four Autobots. Needless to say, Grandus was also about as shocked.

"M-more organics…" He weakly said, until he fainted, making the ground tremor a little.

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A few hours later (when Grandus had woken up), we were able to get onto (slightly) friendlier terms with the team of Autobots. I was right on my hunch of Grandus and Rattletrap's names, and I found out the fembot was named Flareup, and the other mech was Tracks. They seemed to know Mr. Fanzone some (much to his dismay), and they explained to us that they were on a mission.

"What kind of mission?" I asked. Mr. Fanzone had already left, and Sari, Techhound and I were sitting on Tracks' shoulders as we walked to a place I had known of where they could stay.

"We were sent by the Autobot Elite Guard to assemble any Earth-bound Transformers and bring them to Cybertron." Flareup explained.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because Sentinel Prime's incompetent." Rattletrap snarkily remarked, as Flareup flicked him upside his head.

"Megatron escaped!" Grandus said, acting like he was both afraid to say the name, and even afraid to be this close to an "organic".

"He was the only one of the imprisoned Decepticons to escape," Tracks explained more clearly. "And now he took control of a more competent team of Decepticons that go by Team Chaar."

"We were hastily sent to Earth to round up all of the Earth Autobots." Flareup added, and then pointed to Sari. "And we've already found one."

"Me?" Sari said, sounding incredulous. "But I'm just a teenager! And I don't mean to be rude about it, but the other Earth Transformers aren't the best fighters."

"That may be so, but we need all the help we need." Flareup said, as we walked in silence for a while.

"Okay, we're here." I said, breaking the silence as I viewed where we were. Tracks lifted his hand up, as the three of us walked on it, and he set us down to the ground. We ended up at an old gymnasium that was slated for demolition by the Constructicons, but they were too lazy to even bother doing it. I used to visit it when it was open, so I still had a member key that allowed me to get in. When it closed, I made the key into a cell phone charm, so I could keep it as a reminder. Who would have thought that my reminder would be my way into a home for four new friends?

"It's…roomy…" Rattletrap said, seemingly trying to come up with something nice to say about the place.

"You don't like it, do you?" I asked.

"No! I never said that!" Rattle said, trying to cover up the last statement.

"It's okay." I said. "The place has gone downhill since it closed."

"Don't worry about it, kid." Flareup said, keeling down and placing one of her fingers on my shoulder. "I bet with a little fixing up, this place will be perfect."

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"I'm sorry Grandus, but it just has to go!"

"No! You can't make me! I WON'T give it up!"

"But a giant platform driving around in Detroit isn't good!"

The next morning, I had managed to get into an argument with Grandus. Since he and his team would be on Earth for a while, they'd have to adopt new alternate modes. Grandus wasn't taking it too well, because his Cybertronian platform mode had an important value on Cybertron, but it just wouldn't work in Detroit.

"You can't make me!" He stubbornly said.

"No?" I asked, then spat into my hand, and started to walk towards him, saliva-covered hand straight in front of me.

"AAAHHH!" He screamed out, backing up. "I-I'll do it! JUST DON'T TOUCH ME!!!!"

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"These things get pretty good speed and agility." I explained. "They're a whole lot sleeker than the choppers and police motorcycles."

"Ya got me sold! I'm scannin' it!"

In a few seconds, Flareup was now an MV Agusta F4 motorcycle, with a red-haired female biker as a hologram.

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"But…ain't it just a clunker?"

"Well sure, it's old," I said. "But its custom painted!"

"…Rust is custom?"

"JUST. SCAN. IT."

"All right, all right. Little Miss Bossy, aren't ya?"

It took a little "motivation", but Rattletrap was now a trusty, if not a little bit rusty, Cadillac Escalade.

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"Now THIS is me! It's totally me!"

"Yeah, I have to agree. It IS you." I had to admit it.

"That was easier than I thought it would be. I'm usually picky on these things."

In an easy choice, Tracks had scanned a brand new C6 Corvette.

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"Do I HAVE to be this?"

"What are you talking about?" I asked, sounding incredulous. "This is the perfect mode for you!"

"Fine, if I have to…"

Even though he didn't want it, Grandus was now a big and bulky surveillance van.

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"…in an experiment using a cat, a bottle of poison, and a Geiger counter…"

While the Autobots and Sari were working on setting up the gymnasium, I had to learn my lessons for the day. Since Sari didn't need him anymore, I now had Tutorbot as a teacher. Sari was right: he is BORING. I think he was actually starting to put Techhound into recharge. On something about cats and paradoxes, even! I was about to fall asleep myself, when…

"Bah-weep-Graaaaagnah wheep ni ni bong!" A familiar voice rang from the doorway, and everyone turned to see who it was.

"Wreck-Gar!" I happily said, racing out of Tutorbot's watch, as Techhound happily bounded after me, and Tutorbot tried to catch up with the two of us. However, the ones that were the most surprised to hear this phrase (which he told me was the Universal greeting) were the Autobots. They dropped everything that they were doing and walked up to Wreck-Gar.

"I am Wreck-Gar! Can I help you?" Saying his verbal tic, and asking the four, whose optics were wide, and their mouths agape.

"Y-you're one of the Earth-bound Transformers!" Flareup said, her servo shakily rising to point at him.

"…Um…yeah!" Wreck-Gar cheerfully said, despite having no idea what was going on. He then shuffled through his garbage bin backpack, and handed me a small sack. "I found some stuff that I don't want anymore!"

"Cool!" I said, shuffling through the bag, and pulling out the various items. An old comic book (complete with a clear plastic sleeve), a dog bobblehead, and a different box of Garbage-Os (this time it was a Christmas-themed box). "Thanks Wreck-Gar!"

It was then that I felt something strange in the bag, and I pulled it out. It was a strange blue crystal. I was about to ask about this, when Techhound pounced on me (she must have smelled the Garbage-Os smell lingering on my hands), making the crystal drop! It broke into two separate fragments, and one landed on Techhound, the other on Tutorbot! The room was suddenly engulfed in a blue light…