Title: Messages from the grave!
Chapter 8 - Thou shalt not harm all!
'...blah...' normal talking.
'...'blah'...' ghost talking/flashback talking.
Steal-Thind stared in happiness at the machine. So many years he had worked on completing it, and now he had it.
All he needed, was the prototype! He had the reports and the memory chip of how to work the weapon, but just needed the source of it's power.
He pulled up the camera he set up around the forest to guard his position, and spots the Autobots running towards his ship.
'My my. Here come the fuzz!' he said.
He pressed buttons on the keyboard, and pulled up the energy reading of his ship. It was fully green. He pressed the big red button.
As the Autobots got closer towards the ship, they felt the ground shake under them.
'Earthquake?' Bluestreak asked, feeling scared.
'No!' Prowl said. 'Steal-Thind prepares to take off!'
They approached the large lake, just as the water splashes up in the air, coming down on them all, and going through Prowl.
All soaking, they looked up as a large, tough, steel ship floated above what remained of the lake.
'Autobots! Glad you could see my large vessel!' Steal-Thind's voice sounded over a loud speaker.
A cannon revealed underneath the ship, and fired at the group.
'DIVE!' Rodimus ordered.
Everyone dived left, or right as the shot blasted past them, exploded, sending trees burning and being knocked down.
'That's it!' Steal-Thind continued. 'DIVE! RUN! FOR YOUR LIIIIIIIVES!'
Another cannon came out, and joined in shooting at the Autobots, as they ran all over the place.
Jazz and Bluestreak dived behind a big boulder, managing not to get caught by Steal-Thind. Beside them, the fake weapon machine Prowl has stored in his office.
Proton dived, but then the fake prototype rolled out his grip!
Steal-Thind recognized it! 'The prototype!'
He opened up the cockpit, jumped out, and flew over to the prototype, and picked it up, before gasping! 'WHAT? A FAKE!' he threw it on the ground, and broke it into pieces!
'No!' the Autobots gasped.
'So you thought you could fool me with this fake Prototype then?'
Meanwhile...
Jazz and Bluestreak being behind the boulder, took the fake machine, and made their way through the extremely large vessel. May have been a little small on the outside, but HUGE on the inside.
'Bro said the machine looks similar to this model.' Bluestreak said.
They entered a room, and found the original weapon.
They changed around the wiring, the plug socket, power core, and then reinstalled it all into the model.
'This should do it.' Jazz said, taking the real weapon out.
Meanwhile Steal-Thind had taken down some Autobots, harming a few of them, including Proton and Rodimus.
'The great and noble Proton of Cybertron! To think, you're just a single Praxien of the last few remaining! Wait till the powerfuliest of them all is killed!', his gun whirred to life.
Then glass smashing sounded.
Steal-Thind catches Bluestreak jumping out his ship.
'NO!' he shouts, and fires at Bluestreak, hitting the mech in the chest.
Bluestreak fell into the lake, unconsious.
Jazz on the other hand, had gotten the machine to safety and hidden, turned back round, and saw Bluestreak in the lake.
'BLUE!' he shouts, running towards him.
Steal-Thind rushed forwards, knocks Jazz aside, and hoists Bluestreak over his shoulder. 'You want him alive! Bring me to the Prototype! By Sunrise!'
He flew into his ship, activated the controls, and the ship flew away into the distance.
'No.' Jazz fell to his knees. 'He got Blue! We gotta get him!'
'We will Jazz. Did you succeed?'
Jazz shows them the machine behind the boulder. Proton inspected it, and concluded it was the real weapon.
'So they fake one was in place? Now we gotta go search for the ship.' Rodimus said.
'I did forget to mention the fake machine's material and wiring makes is possible to track it down. With a GPS locater, we can track down the ship.'
'You're so smart Prowler!' Jazz said.
'Well as SIC, I was meant to be smart! So are you Jazz, figuring most of this out too.' Prowl inspects the GPS tracker. '20 miles off to the North.'
'Let's go. Autobots, transform!' Rodimus orders.
Along the way...
The Autobots spot some figures flying in the sky, Decepticons!
The flying mechs transformed and flew down towards the Autobots, standing in their path.
The Autobots transformed, and prepared for an attack.
'Galvatron! We're in no mood for this fight! We got to rescue our comrade!' Rodimus said.
'Me too! I'm in no mood for this fight either! I want revenge on the traitor! Seems he has a powerful weapon that he threatens to use to take over Cybertron!' Galvatron responded.
'Well while we distracted him, we used a fake model of the weapon, and replace the old one. Steal-Thind has the fake model, but he destroyed the fake prototype!'
'With the fake model, if he installs the real prototype, the progamming of the model will set itself to self destruct in 10 seconds. We hope it destroys Steal-Thind for good.' Prowl added. 'Or if the fake prototype was installed into the real machine, the prototype will self destruct!'
'Well good thinking. But we're tagging along, to take the traitor down!' Galvatron added.
'The traitor of BOTH sides Galvatron.' Rodimus reminded him. 'Autobots! Transform!'
The Autobots all transformed, and Galatron led the Decepticons into the skies and followed them North.
So Steal-Thind has captured Bluestreak. The Autobots head on their way to rescue their 'REAL' comrade, and not an intruder like Steal-Thind was. AND, the Decepticons joined the Autobots to defeat this traitor!
God, why am I being mean to Bluestreak? Attacked, threatened, kidnapped, not good day for Bluestreak, but it will go well for him in the end.
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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'.