Megatron grumbled, poking several large data pads with a clawed servo. The stupid reports Soundwave and Shockwave has sent were dreadfully boring, and if there was anything the Decepticon leader hated more than his brother Optimus, it was dreadfully-boring-really-long-reports he had to look over.
And that was saying something.
However, somewhere in one of those many reports, was a possible location or two of the Autobot base, and he needed something to base his plans on other than revenge, like he often did.
A small human computer sat to his right, open and running on the 'desktop'. The bronze mech needed to go through that as well, and he'd rather be going through the vast amounts of knowledge the World Wide Web had, than read the reports.
So he did. His fingers touched the laptop and the screen began flashing at once. Megatron found some Cybertronian symbols, which led to the Matrix, which led him through his own mind to Cybertron and an alliance he'd made long ago. So he switched his attention to the human group called National Aeronautics and Space Administration, or NASA for short.
A grin twitched across his face, observing the information laid out before him with a critical eye.
Yes, that would do quite nicely.
Starscream was enjoying a very nice flight when his leader got his attention.
::Starscream.::
::Yes, Lord Megatron?:: The Seeker watched the tiny human insects mill around the large city they lived in, oblivious to the fact he could squash them all quite quickly, and then they'd be dead, dead, dead.
::Return to base. Now.::
::Right away, Lord Megatron!::
The Seeker rolled his optics, heaving a sigh before pointing his nose towards the Norway, where Megatron had relocated after the battle in Egypt.
Whatever the leader wanted, it had obviously put him in a semi-good mood.
Barricade grumbled under his breath as he kicked the last piece of metal into place on the crude ship they'd been repairing. His optics flashed with annoyance as he gazed at his companions for this journey. Both Starscream and Soundwave were busy prepping the Nemesis for take off.
He wondered briefly why the hell he had to go too, but knew better than to question Megatron, no matter how good of a mood he was in.
The Decepticon leader was seated against a tree, arms draped over his knees.
"The Nemesis is ready for take off." Starscream appeared before the bronze mech, and Megatron waved him away.
"Retrieve every object of value," Megatron growled.
"And what of the crash vault, Lord Megatron, sir?" The Seeker asked, hunching as the towering mech stood and bashed him on the head.
"Do not interrupt me, Starscream!" He thundered. "The crash vault is not to be touched."
"I'm terribly sorry, Lord Megatron. Yes, Lord Megatron."
"Go. Before I lose what limited patience I have for you."
"What are these?" Starscream knelt, poking one of the cylindrical metal things on the ground.
"Pillars." Barricade replied, and Soundwave nodded, lifting two bundles and depositing them into the Nemesis.
"Load up." The Communications Officer gestured to the hundreds of pillars around the crashed ship, which was one the Autobot transportation, the Ark.
Barricade mumbled something about getting the ones inside, and then vanished, he poked one of the Autobots that was very much offlined.
"-prisoner. Lock doors. Prevent Decepticon escape." Long forgotten words spewed from the mech's mouth, and Barricade accessed the Bot's processor, striding through the ship until he reached a flat part of wall, marked with scorches and ancient runes.
He thumped the wall, and then his hand shifted, morphing into a gun that blasted away the weak metal and revealed a large cell.
Barricade lifted an optic ridge, kicking the one of the Cons inside with his foot.
"Fancy finding them here." He snorted, pulling several cubes of Energon from sub-space. He remotely accessed the first Con's hard drive, opening the clenched mouth and dumping the Energon roughly down his throat.
Humming filled the small area as Barricade moved to the next mech.
In fact all three were mechs; two Seekers that Starscream would be happy to see, and another land-walker who was quite relieving to find.
Coughing came from the first mech, and Barricade turned crimson optics over to him.
"Have a good recharge?" The Saleen asked, amusement flickering in his optics.
"Barricade?! What the hell are you doing here?!" The blue Seeker yelled, waking the other two.
"Cadie!" The white and red mech in the middle launched upwards, arms flung open. "I missed you!"
"You missed drilling me open." Barricade snorted. "
"Well...Yeah, but that's beside the point! What are you doing on the Ark?"
"Starscream, Soundwave and I are loading up the Pillars, Knockout."
"The Pillars?" Knockout frowned, tapping is chin before grinning. "Riiiiight! The Pillars!"
"What you want us to help you?" The second Seeker frowned, his scuffed black painted blending with the shadows.
"Great idea!" Knockout strutted out and then stopped. "I have one question though. What are the Pillars?"
Barricade face-palmed.
Megatron watched as the Nemesis entered the atmosphere and landed in a spray of dirt in a largely unpopulated area of Texas. The metal of the ship puckered and warped, before falling away and reveling Starscream's foot and a ship filled with Pillars.
Six Cons stepped off, and Megatron lifted an optic ridge. He's sent only three.
"Megatron!" Knockout grinned, bowing.
"Where did you find them, Barricade?" The bronze mech frowned, turning to the police car.
"Brig on the Ark."
"Pity they couldn't have stayed there. However, now that you are here, perhaps you'll be useful. Scan the World Wide Web to find an alt form, and then distribute the Pillars among the Decepticons around this pathetic planet."
"Yes, Lord Megatron." The two newest Seekers sighed, scarlet eyes dimming as they searched. When they were done a dark blue F-15 Eagle and a black Sukhoi Su-47 sat in the burnt grass before they shot away, filled with Pillars.
"The crash vault remained untouched." Soundwave murmured, transforming into his Mercedes alt-from.
"Excellent. Shockwave," The single-optic'd con appeared, melting out of the shadows. "Rid the world of all the insects that were involved with the Apollo Eleven incident."
"Of course, Lord Megatron." Both nodded, and Megatron vanished.