Title: Messages from the grave!
Chapter 7 - It was YOU!
'...blah...' normal talking.
'...'blah'...' ghost talking/flashback talking.
Stealth was lerking about near the offices. He then heard the alarm go off, and over the loud speaker, Rodimus shouts 'Decepticon attack! Autobots to the entrance!'
Stealth smiled, and laughed. 'HA! Here come my 'Comrades' to assist! HA!'
He drew his gun, and ran to the entrance.
'Fire!' Rodimus ordered.
The Autobots drew their weapons and fired at the Decepticons closing in on their base.
Galvatron, Cyclonus and the sweeps transformed and landed, firing back at the Autobots.
Then Stealth made his appearance.
'Ah, Steal-Thind. I trust you did your job!' Galvatron shouted over the battlefield.
Most of the Autobots were confused at hearing this new name, and turned towards Stealth.
'HA!' he snarled, and changed into his old appearance.
The Autobots gasped.
'STEAL-THIND!' they gasped. They recognized him.
'Yes, 'comrades?'. HA! You thought I was being kind and friendly as your comrade, now look at me. I'm, your worst nightmare!'
Hound fires at Steal-Thind, but he jumped high into the air, dodging the blast. He drew what looked like a shotgun, and fired at Hound. He dodged but a huge explosion went off on impact.
'Autobots! Hold your fire!' Rodimus ordered. It was for their safety.
'You would do that! Foolish Autobot! Now Steal-Thind, where's the prototype!' Galvatron ordered.
'Oh. I know who knows where it is!' Steal-Thind points to Jazz.
The visored mech gasped, as Cyclonus flew down, grabs Jazz, and flies off the ground into the air, enough to really hurt Jazz if he dropped him.
'Now! The prototype!' Galvatron ordered.
'Don't think you'll get it, will you!'
Galvatron looked across the field, and gasped when he recognize the Praxien. 'You're dead! GONE!'
'But I'm back and better than ever!'
'Hey. Paperwork!' Cyclonus takes the paperwork and datapad from Jazz. But the datapad dropped to the ground, and breaks in half.
'CYCLONUS! YOU FOOL!' Galvatron snarled at him.
'Oh don't worry Galvatron. I know the information!' Steal-Thind said.
'You do? How?' Jazz asked.
'Well, you think Bluestreak finding me going down your desk, really think he stopped me finding them. I found the work, the datapad, and scanned it all. I know everything on those sheets, and I have a copy of the memory chip of the datapad! See Prowl! When you're dead, you can't do anything! 1 point for the living, 0 for the DEAD!' Steal-Thind burst out laughing.
Prowl looked at the ground, stunned and feeling defeated.
'Well, let's get the prototype!' Galvatron said.
'Oh one more thing about that Galvatron.' Steal-Thind said, then laughed. 'HA! You think I joined your ranks because I wanted to. PAH! Decepticons! All for themselves! I have objections to just simply giving you the prototype, when I could have it all, and take it all for myself! I ain't giving you the prototype! I'm taking it, and using it for my all good needs!'
Steal-thind brought out a rocket pack, and took to their sky, flying away.
'AFTER HIM!' Galvatron ordered.
The other Decepticons transformed and chased him. Cyclonus let go of Jazz, and took off after the others. Jazz fell to the ground, and was caught by a group of Autobots.
Prowl shook his head. 'All I wanted was justice for my ancestors' dying ends. Now he's gotten away with all the work.'
Jazz knew Prowl was a ghost, but he lifted his hand, and pats his back. Then a lightbulb struck over Jazz's head.
'Prowler. Steal-Thind got the paperwork, and the datapad.'
'So?'
'He didn't admit to ACTUALLY having the prototype. He didn't mention anything of every processing the prototype, did he?'
Prowl smiled. 'That's right. He didn't admit to processing the prototype. It's the only way we can stop Steal-Thind now.'
'Where is the Prototype?' Bluestreak asked.
Prowl smiled.
In Prowl's office...
Jazz hands Prowl the key. Jazz and Bluestreak pushed the fillin cabinet to the side, and there was a little oval shaped hole there.
Prowl inserted the key, and turned the lock. The wall split in two, and the two doors moved in opposite directions.
There infront of them, stood a large machine.
'What is this? The Prototype?' Bluestreak asked.
Jazz noticed a scatch of paint on the side of the machine .'It's a FAKE?'
Prowl nodded. 'You'd think I'd actually kept a powerful machine, inside my office, when any Decepticon in disguise would take the machine away for their own needs. I'm not dumb! This is a model of the machine, a fake that doesn't work. But I have included the slot in which the prototype will be installed. But this model will explode when the real prototype is activated, with enough explosives to hopefully end Steal-Thind's reign. Plus the extra side of that, Steal-Thind has gotten a COPY of the memory chip of the datapad, doesn't mean he actually has the original.'
'But where is the original copy?' Rodimus asked.
'Right here.'
Everyone turned around, seeing Lord Proton himself, holding some large device in one hand, with loads of different wires, codes, buttons, etc on it, and in his other hand, a small memory chip.
'DAD!' Bluestreak runs up to Proton and hugs his dad.
'Prowl told me the plan before I left. I had designed the prototype ARK1491, and had Prowl finish it. I took it to Cybertron, and left Prowl with a fake copy, incase Steal-Thind ever tried anything to get it. This one I have right here, is the original prototype!'
'Wow! Is it dangerous?' Bluestreak asked.
'If in Steal-Thind's hands, yes.' Proton replied.
'Where did you say the machine is located Prowl?' Ultra Magnus asked.
'Steal-Thind's ship!'
Well the Autobots know the identity of their 'comrade' Stealth. Really wanted criminal 'Steal-Thind'!
Now he hasn't got the prototype, and the Autobots now process the powerful prototype, and with the fake machine, what do they plan to do with the REAL prototype, the FAKE prototype, and the FAKE machine?
Find out next chapter...
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P.S. I have used photoshop to design a 'book' cover for this story. Check out my deviantart page, and find the book cover in my gallery, titled 'Messages from the GRAVE book cover'.