8

Prowl zoomed towards a building after being restricted in the after-school traffic. He had been really annoyed and it took everything Kiara had not to have him transform and WALK through the traffic. Arcee and Bumblebee had probably been equally annoyed.

"What is up with the traffic?" Prowl asked. His voice was steadier, but anger still shook it.

Kiara shrugged, "Everyone drives a car in college." She looked around, "Where are we going?"

"An abandoned bunker."

They drove outside of town and came to what looked like a metal hemisphere. Prowl drove around the backside and through the entrance. Inside he transformed and set Kiara gently on the ground. Bumblebee and Arcee did the same with Hannah and Bruce.

Kiara looked around the bunker. It was a simple metal structure, starting to be filled with Ratchet's stuff. He was working on something now. Kiara noticed, though, something was missing. "Where's Optimus?" she asked. "And Ironhide, and Strike?"

"On a mission," Bulkhead replied. No one said anything more.

"Where are you going?" Cruellock roared.

"I'm going to the Energon signal, aren't I?" Blitzwing motioned. His head looked like a Jack 'o lantern on Halloween.

"No, you're not," Blitzblade groaned. "You're going the wrong way." He was a large, black Decepticon that could transform into a helicopter or a powerful tank.

"We were told to search THIS Energon signal by Starscream," Cruellock snarled. He was a large and powerful red Decepticon that could transform into a Giganotosaurus.

Blitzwing's head flipped 180 degrees to reveal a normal looking face with a monocle over one eye. He was a medium sized purple Decepticon that could transform into a jet or a tank. "I was just trying to help," his voice held a slight whining tone.

Cruellock shook his head, "Let's just get this job done so that we can get back to base."

"Are you two going to sit there chatting all day?" Blitzblade asked, already on a course to Venus.

"Coming," they both chimed, jetting over to him.

Strike fired his rockets in the vacuum of space. "We have to go to Mars?" Strike asked. He was hauling Optimus Prime and Ironhide behind him.

"That's where a strong Energon signal is coming from," Optimus replied.

"Got it," Strike said flatly, "Full speed ahead." They where gone maybe days, maybe weeks, it all felt the same to them after a millennia of space travel. They would know once they got back to earth.

Strike angled himself and shot towards the Martian surface. The Autobots threw up huge dust clouds as they landed.

"Are we close, Prime?" Ironhide brushed the red dust off of his armor.

Optimus scanned the horizon. He pointed to their left, "It should be there; in what the humans call the Vales Marinaris."

The Autobots followed the curve of the huge rip in the surface of the planet.

They threw up dust at each step. Finally, Optimus stopped, and Ironhide did too. Strike, who hadn't been paying attention, slammed into Ironhide. Ironhide turned and glared at him. Optimus waved them both away from each other. "The Energon signal is strong down there," he pointed down the canyon. "Please cooperate with each other," Optimus said as he jumped down the canyon. A cloud of dust erupted around him, and the other two Cybertronians followed. They stopped in their tracks after the dust had fallen.

There, in the middle of the Vales Marinares, lay an Autobot spaceship. Ironhide walked up to the door and opened it. They all stepped inside. No one was at the controls at the front of the ship, so the party went towards the back where the resting quarters were. Optimus stopped in his tracks, and Ironhide and Strike had to fight to see what Prime was. When they got a glimpse, they wished they would have waited.

There, in stasis, lay five Cybertronians. Only a faint blue glow from their chests told the party that they were in stasis, not offline. Optimus walked over and kneeled next to his comrades. "Brave fighters," he said.

Ironhide didn't look convinced, "They must have escaped Cybertron before the last battle. They abandoned their posts."

Optimus turned to him, "Wouldn't you if you knew you had no chance of winning? They wanted to run so that they could find the Cube before the Decepticons."

Strike had been looking at each one during their conversation. "There are Grimlock, Blurr, Skidplate, Sideswipe, and Mirage," he muttered.

Optimus looked towards the cockpit, "Let's get these warriors home."

Cruellock, Blitzblade and Blitzwing had finally reached Venus. They were exploring under the dense atmosphere, careful not to stay under too long. Then, they stumbled onto something they never thought they would see again.

Blitzwing was switching between his three faces in a flurry. Cruellock was moving his dinosaur mouth but nothing was coming out. Only Blitzblade seemed to be able to say anything, but it was hard in coming out. They were staring at the huge grey body of a Cybertronian.

"Lord Megatron," Blitzblade stared at the lifeless body of their leader, "We have found you."