Energy and Motion

Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers

The 'Cons, Ativii, Ricochet, the Prime and the Ravine and the place Infinite White belong to me.

Story Rated T for movie and sci-fi action/violence.

Chapter 9: Let's Test This

Ricochet stood in the doorway of the Infinite; his orange armor were covered in shadows as the links up his spin shifted and clicked together softly in anticipation. He scowled towards the ravine as his magnetic disrupters picked up a disturbance on the proximity of the mountain. He shifted his cyan gaze to stare down the Ravine's long and straight path, looking for the source of his discontent.

Ativii quietly rolled up to him on her new uniwheel. She took one glance at Ricochet's glowing magnetic lines and knew something was bothering him. The glowing seams of blue in his arms and across his back struts usually revealed how he was feeling, depending on the intensity of the light. She admired the addition to his armor; it looked good on the black back panels.

"Something's on your processor Ric', what is it?" she asked as she gently laid a green and dark gray servo on his orange arm plating. Ativii's cobalt gaze traveled up his arms, and she took in the selection of orange panels on his form. Even though his alt was a rocking awesome orange, his bipedal was mostly black with a few selected parts of armor colored orange. Ativii found his optics as he looked down at her.

The short mohawk panels on top of his helm shifted to lay straight down, much like what a cockatoo would do. His mouth guard shifted as he answered, "Something's out there. Something that's not supposed to be there."

The new green and white femme turned her optics towards the Ravine. Her light gray plated and geared face was blank as she made her decision. "I'm going to go check it out."

Ativii spun down into her alt form and she revved her engine quietly as she sped down the Ravine. The tall light rocked walls flew past as a whirlwind of fine particles of sand wrapped around her form and sped out beneath her tires. The Cyberglyphs on the walls flashed as the motorcycle zoomed by with a quiet rev of her engine.

Ativii spun to the side as she reached the concealed entrance to the mountain. A wave of white sand flew out beneath her tires and showered against the wall. Her armor split and in a flurry of shifting alloys and Ativii's bipedal form rolled forward.

Activate Stealth Protocols?

Activating…

Steal Protocols Activated: Class [Hungry Dragon]

{Laser Joists} warming up…

{Laser Joists} ready.

Ativii closed down her HUD and focused on her task. Protocol: Hungry Dragon allowed her to proceeded unnoticed by most scanners and sensors. She could be visually seen, but lock-on mechanisms usually couldn't lock on to her heat or spark monogram. The signal interferer prevented that. Laser Joist were a new weapon she had discovered in the past day with her alt update. It was a set of special laser scanners that allowed her to cut, scan, wield, and penetrate through objects to see the other side. Jazz was quite impressed with her new set, and he said it would make her a great spy or scout.

Ativii activated the orange Joist. The orange beam penetrated the rock so an Infrared/Energon spectrum showed up in her HUD. The scans came back clean that there was no one out there. Ativii heightened her Hungry Dragon shield and she wheeled forward towards the light.

The early morning mountains and desert sands spread out in front of her. Ativii activated her assault rifle and drew the barrel up as she scoped around. Nothing was out there, but she was still wary because Ricochet's detectors were supreme and they hadn't let her down yet.

Ativii looked up into the sky as three flaming dots appeared. Her optics widened as she saw what unfolded before her.

Three land falling protoforms soared through the sky; their large black pods were encircled in flames as the sound barrier broke. A sound wave rippled out as the whistled overhead, huge shadows that streaked across the ground. Ativii watched them crash towards the earth just a couple of miles east to her position. The ground shook with the impact and her spark clenched tightly in her casing.

Ativii quickly rotated back her rifle on her bracer and sped off into the ravine. She shifted down into her bike form and tore away.

:Ativii to Ricochet. Do you copy?:

:Ricochet here. Was there something out there?: he asked with concern.

:Three protoforms just land fell five miles east of here. They were huge, and my best guess would be Decepticon warriors.:

Ricochet froze at his friend's speculation. A fragment of an old memory floated to his processor and he quickly accessed it.

High in orbit, a huge mech floated closer to a standard military satellite. He had dark crimson optics and a pointed helm. Large rings of metal spun on his chest as he attacked himself to the satellite…

:A 'Con must have listened on us as we accessed that military satellite 'Tiv. It's the only explanation. These mountain walls are too thick for scanners to get in here, unless you're in the Ravine…:

:What do we do then?: back Ativii.

:We just wait and see if they're here for us.: Ricochet replied.

:And if they are?:

:If they are, we fight Ativii. We'll have to stop those Decepticons in whatever they are doing.:

Ativii's form came rushing in through the doorway, her engine snarling as she spun to stop beside Ricochet's side. "What's the game plan then, captain?"

Ricochet shifted down into his Jeep form and he flashed his headlights. "We'll take cover half way up the entrance. I have a feeling that we'll not want those 'cons down this far into the Infinite. I'll take a snipping position on the ledge and you'll be down there with your short swords," he pulled forward and they started to drive into the Ravine. Looking for the perfect place to take cover from. "I'll cover you."

"And what if we really get injured this time?" asked Ativii. "During our entire stay here, nothing has happened to us. No injuries or shredded armor. Not even our Energon levels have depleted less .025% per day."

Ricochet growled, his engine revving as they twisted through the bright canyon. "I don't know what will happen Ativii. We'll just have to wing it. If we do get injured, hopefully our self-repairs systems will take care of it. If not, we'll have to find the Autobots."

They arrived at the perfect cover. There was a clear shot to the twist in the Ravine at the entrance. The walls were narrow near the ground and they widened the higher up you traveled. Two ledges pushed out on the walls, creating an hourglass effect to the Ravine at ground zero.

The orange Jeep transformed, and Ricochet slung his Cybertanium sword on his back and he started to climb up the wall. His long limbs quickly found footholds as he reached the ledge. Ricochet climbed up and kneeled down on his knee bolts. He accessed his weapons computer and found the correct sequence for the sniper rifle installed on his right brace.

The weapon folded out and Ricochet activated it. The barrel hummed with red plasma as he accessed the scope settings in his optics. A targeting screen appeared on the right side of his blue-tinted vision and he waited.

:I'm in position.: he to Ativii.

Ativii looked up from her crouched place on the outstretched part of the rock. She nodded at Ricochet and pulled out her Cybertanium swords. The silver blades flashed as she twirled them in her servos.

:Will Jazz be able to help?: asked Ativii suddenly and out of the blue.

:What?:

The green femme tried to explain again. :Will Jazz be able to help? He's been… I guess solid through our entire training exercise. So can he help in the battle or is he just a projection?:

:It's hard to say, 'Tiv. I haven't seen Jazz at all today. They probably left us to deal with this on our own.: Ricochet as he looked towards the entrance. His scope picked up light the shifting in the shadows, like it was glinting off a moving metal shape.

Ativii's spark clenched in her chest at the mere thought of Jazz not saying good-bye to them. He was a too good of a friend to do that to them. :I hope not.: she murmured back over the link.

:Quiet, someone's coming.:

The magmech looked down his scope as the light at the entrance of the Ravine shifted again. He tightened his servo on the sniper rifle and cycled steady air through his vents.

This was it: the final test, to see if they could survive in this War.

The Decepticons stepped closer, their heavy warrior grade armor clanked and shifted harshly. The sound of metal on rocks echoed down the Ravine as a too large of mech squeezed past.

Ricochet watched as a large, pointed, and vile frame became silhouetted in the white light of the outside world. The Decepticon took another step forward and Ricochet fired when he saw the red optics.

Terrorjack locked on the coordinates Soundwave had given them for the lone Autoscum that was hidden in the desert. His crafty partners, Sawsand and Scrap Case, soared in formation with him as their transition-pods hit the thick atmosphere from re-entry.

Terrorjack snarled as his pod jostled around like a wretched Autobot in the powerful jaws of a pedracon. The scanners at the nose of his vessel directed his flight pattern to crash land against the sandy surface of the planet safely.

The Decepticon prepared for the impact and his pod bounced across the dunes, leaving a trail of melted sand-turned-glass, fire, and smoke. The pod stopped and Terrorjack swiped his claws against the release mechanisms to the hatch of his vessel.

The tall death-gray armored protoform stepped out as the pathetic organic planet's sun blazed around him. He snarled at the scenery, disgusted with its beauty and tranquility. Terrorjack unslung his ion pistol and fired it at a group of humped back four-legged mammals that dared cross his sight.

The camels obliterated on the spot from the blast.

The leader of the small trio of Decepticons laughed. It was a cold, Energon curdling laugh that would send any wimpy Autobot running for the hills.

Terrorjack was a tall, ash and death gray colored Decepticon. He had dark, almost blood-red optics, and serrated dentas with no lip plates. His sharp talon pedes and servos clenched as he sensed his companions exit their pods.

Terrorjack whipped around, the thick cables that cascaded down from the horns on his helm thrashed around. "Come. We have an Autobot to hunt."

Sawsand was a huge, almost spidery like mech with long four arms for climbing and grappling with Autobots. He held two Energon swords with one pair of servos and used the other pair to strangle struggling Autobots. He was cunning, ruthless, and a deadly assassin. Sawsand's tan armor was heavily scarred and cracked from his many fights with the Autobots; he didn't care to buff it. It was his badge of terror.

His deep, rough voice laughed, "It'd be my pleasure, Terrorjack."

Scrap Case nodded grimly. He was a wide mech who was packed with missiles and grenades. His rough black armor and visor covered face was beyond imitating. His reputation was…messy, even the famous Ironhide would have to watch out for him. Scrap Case pointed into the distance to where the coordinates led them to the Autobots linked signal. He could not speak, because an almost victorious Autobot had ripped his vocal processor out many years ago.

Sawsand snarled and Terrorjack led the way. That Autobot had no chance of surviving with his warriors and him on his tail.

:(O):

"That scrap heap of a bot must be around here somewhere," snarled Sawsand as he climbed up the mountain's side, looking for a cave entrance. Terrorjack stood by, clawed servos folded over his pointed chassis as he criticized the mountain with unforgiving optics.

Scrap Case strode forward from behind a corner in the mountain. Terrorjack flipped his optics over to there and he picked up Scrap Case's signal.

"Get back down here you glitch! Scrap's found us the trail."

Sawsand flipped down from his place on the cliff side and landed with his four limps stretched out in front of him. He rotated his helm and Terrorjack heard a loud pop come from his neck struts.

"Oh how I love a hidden glitched Autoscum," he stretched his servos in front of him and rotated his pointed shoulder bolts. "It just makes the hunt so much more entertaining!"

Terrorjack just snorted through his vents, he pulled out his pistols and they walked into the hidden cave entrance Scrap Case had found.

"Sawsand, you better get you slagged aft up there and take to the cliff side. This ravine is tight and the scums may have planned an ambush," ordered Terrorjack in the Decepticon edition of Cybertronian. Only a few Autobots could truly understand it. The sound of the language was rougher and it hissed and screeched a lot more than regular Cybertronian, making the Decepticons ever more fearful.

Sawsand scuttled up the rock wall. His pointed servos slammed into the rock face and it cracked as he pulled his frame higher. Terrorjack held both of his pistols in front of him as he stepped past the bright entrance to the ravine. Scrap Case followed behind like a lumbering giant, but he had to push his big frame past the tight tunnels. The leader of the trio winced at the harsh sound it made.

Terrorjack went deeper into the tunnel and he stopped when he heard the faint humming of a rifle powering up. That would be Terrorjack's only warning.

A sniper rifle bullet struck Terrorjack in his optic, shattering it to a sparking mess. The gray Decepticon roared in pain and anger as he fired unfocused at the direction the shot came from. Scrap Case quickly shoved by and his large black form was pierced in the shoulder with another sniper round. The Decepticon ignored the wound and knelt down and activated his missile launcher on his right shoulder.

Scrap Case fired at what he guessed was the only cover for the Autobot. His missiles soared through the air with a high wail and they targeted on the rock face and exploded on impact. When the fireball cleared, the rock cover was only slight chipped and scorched black.

Sawsand saw the sniper on a ledge and he scurried forward across the rock face. A vicious snarl left his engine as he lunged forward. Sawsand would have nailed the Autobot, but some unseen force was messing with his systems and he faltered a few feet off.

Sawsand whipped around and he dove for the black and orange Autobot on the ledge. The Decepticon smirked as he saw the hint of fear in the mech's cyan optics. Sawsand drew himself up on his pedes and he hunched his shoulder bolts and leaned forward. His lower pair of arms grabbed his energon swords and he activated the blades. The silver metal instantly became outlined in a glowing orange edge, and Sawsand grinned evilly.

"You're not going to make it out of this one alive, Autoscum," he sneered.

Ricochet activated his battle computer and he replied defiantly, "Oh yeah? We'll just see Decepticon!"

Sawsand lunged, he switched his Energon swords to his upper pair of servos and he grabbed the mechs armor with his lower pair. Ricochet snagged Sawsand's wrist bolts that held the swords and he pried them away from his faceplates. Ricochet's back struts bent back as Sawsand pressed on. The black and orange mech activated his polarized armor and Sawsand's servos were pried away from his plating as the magnetic forces created a barrier between the two metal shapes.

Ricochet shifted his weight to lean further back and he overthrew the mech's balance. Ricochet kicked with his ped and tumbled the 'Con over his shoulder bolts and hopefully on the sand floor. Sawsand gripped the ledge and he swung himself back up, kicking Ricochet squarely in the mouth guard. Ricochet's helm flew back and he snarled, "You're not finished with me yet Autobot!"

Scrap Case finally saw the form of the small femme he was targeting on the ravine's floor. He popped a tracker grenade and sent it flying to her position. It would find her spark monogram and explode when it reached proximity. Ativii grasped the grenade as it flew in the air and she hurled it back towards the huge mech, praying that it would explode. Or this was going to turn into a game of hot potato.

The huge mech wasn't paying attention and the grenade struck the sand beneath his peds. It exploded with an electrical pop and a bright flare, temporary blinding the mech. Sand shoved in his gears and it ground harshly against the delicate joints.

Terrorjack rushed forward to the quick femme half blind; his left optic was completely shut down from the sniper blast. But that didn't mean he couldn't still fight. The leader unleashed his jagged wrist blades and he charged at the femme, because Scrap Case was dealing with overloads.

The green femme sheathed her short Cybertanium swords that attached to her back struts and attacked. She swung and blocked quick and strong attacks and sparks flew off the blades. She spun a 360 and slid between his legs. Ativii rolled up and she grabbed onto his back armor. She hefted herself up and she dug her sharp blades into his thick neck cables, and she even successfully severed some of the cables descending off from his helm. Energon started to leak from the ruptured lines to his processor as sparks exploded out of his neck.

Terrorjack reached up and grasped the femme with his clawed servos. He clenched her wiggling form in one hand and threw her like a baseball player to the opposite cave wall.

Ativii's form crashed against the wall and her armor slightly cracked in the back. The air compressed harshly from her vents and she crumbled to the floor, gasping for air. Her short swords were thrown a few feet away, right by Terrorjack's peds. The Decepticon smirked and he kicked away her weapons.

Ativii's processors jumbled up from the impact, with her messed up vision she vaguely saw a silver outline dash forward.

"Come on Ativii! His optic is shatt'rd and he's losing process'r funct'on. Rem'mber yer trainin'," Jazz said as he saw the signs of a loosing mech. The Decepticon was still strong, but Ativii could win this. "Use yer small size ta advantage."

Ativii glanced at him half dazed, but her processor sorted through the file jumble and she was instantly focused. Her battle computer roared to life and she quickly activated her Laser Joists.

The uniwheeler bounced to her feet and she charged forward. She leaned into the acceleration and raised her wheeled arm. The laser joists activated and she fired them at his chest. The pinpoint accuracy lasers sliced through the top layer of his armor and threatened to shatter his other optic.

Terrorjack whipped out his pistols and began to fire rapidly; the ion blasts struck the sand and melted it together. Ativii maneuvered herself around to pick up one of her swords; she grasped to cold metal and charged forward with a battle cry. The 'con roared again as his other optic was shattered. He crouched low to grasp his face in pain and Ativii took the chance.

'It's just like the holo-mechs. It's just like the holo-mechs!' she screamed over and over in her head. Ativii leapt up, and drove the short sword deep into the 'Cons necks cables. She swiped her sword arm and the 'Con's helm rolled to the cave floor.

Sparks and lubricants leaked out of his decapitated body as engeron mixed with the fluids. His body jerked and shook, but the gears and shock absorbers stilled as his spark went dark.

The femme shook on her wheel, shock written across her faceplates. She wiped the wet sword in the sand and glanced frantically around for Ricochet.

Ativii fastened her optics on the large missile mech as he stood up and locked on her. She froze, the sand covered sword in hand as the missiles soared through the air.

Ricochet acted quickly when he saw his friend in trouble. He targeted on the missiles and fired with his sub-machine gun. The exploded in mid-flight and hot shrapnel soared through the air.

Ativii glanced up at him and a confident look came over her faceplates. He did keep his promise to cover her. She raced forward and grabbed her other sword, and charged at the large slow-moving missile mech.

Ricochet turned back to the idiot boasting 'Con he was fighting. The fragging slagger kept on gloating that he'd coat the floor with his energon. Ricochet activated his polarized servos and he faced the spidery mech again.

"You want to go hand-to-hand with the Sawsand? Bring it ON!" shouted the Decepticon.

The black and orange mech charged and he grasped Sawsand's top bracer, he activated his magnets and ripped the armor plating away. Sawsand growled as his armor was stripped from his body. A few warnings popped up in his processor as the bracer sparked painfully.

Sawsand swung with all sets of claws, but Ricochet ducked, just only getting a few gouges on his chassis. Ricochet grasped his shoulder guard and ripped it off too. Then he went for the other arms until all four of them were stripped of their protective metal.

Ricochet's systems heaved as they fought to cool his form down and Sawsand just laughed at the tiring mech. "Your tiring out Autobot? You strip me of my armor but don't even go for the killing shot. How pathetic!"

"You talk to much," smirked Ricochet. Sawsand stilled as he heard the sound of a bullet whiz by his audio. Suddenly his exposed arms were shattering and cracking under a frenzy of bullets. Sawsand's limps ripped from his body by Ativii's assault rifle bombardment. Ricochet drew his sword and ended Sawsand's life.

He kicked the mech over the ledge and the cooling frame broke against the impact of the ground. Ricochet stared blankly at the dead mech before he turned his attention to the shouting Ativii.

"Ric'! I could use your help here!" she cried in desperation.

Ricochet rotated out his sniper rifle and he locked on the large frame of Scrap Case. His frame creaked in protest as he slid on his belly to get a good shot at the mech.

:Get out-of-the-way.: he ordered over the comm. link. Ativii complied and Ricochet fired at the Decepticon's helm.

Two forces bombarded Scrap Case, and his missiles and grenade systems were having a fit with the amount of energy in the Ravine. Scrap Case knew he wouldn't make it out a live, so he sent a last comm. message to Soundwave.

:Scrap Case to Soundwave. Mission a failure; Terrorjack and Sawsand are offline. I only have astro-seconds left.: he attached a file with a picture of Ativii and Ricochet. :Two Autobots were in hiding, they're young, but prepared. All hail Lord Megatron…!:

Scrap Case sadly, never finished to close the comm. link. The connection broke as his processor shattered by a direct hit to the helm from Ricochet's sniper rifle.

The lumbering mech crashed to the ground, and his systems whined harshly as they did an emergency shut down. Ativii drew her swords and wheeled forward. She probed his frame to make sure he stayed dead.

When she saw the black optics, she knew he was gone.

"They're dead," she said confidently.

Ricochet sighed heavily through his vents and slumped against the Ravine's wall. His hydraulics hissed harshly as his frame groaned. Several sets of deep gouges were on his armor from his clash with Sawsand and his gears felt totally stripped. Ricochet's injuries weren't great, his self-repair systems would take care of them, but they'd still ache.

"That was the hardest thing I have ever done…"

Ativii placed a servo on a wall to steady herself. "I can agree with you on that one. My core feel's like it's on fire. Those lasers really overheated my frame."

"Good job! Ya kicked 'Con tail good today!"

Ativii looked up to see a sauntering Jazz coming over to them. She just stared at the mech blankly as her overheated processor struggled.

"Ah know what yer thinkin'. But even though Ah want'd ta, Ah couldn't help slag those 'Cons. Am an avatar, rem'mber?" Jazz held up his clawed servos in surrender.

"I know," smiled Ativii weakly. "Your training is what made us successful."

Jazz beamed.

The Prime walked out from behind the small silver mech. "You two are ready," he said. "You will rest for tonight then you will go and join the Autobots. They will be arriving in this desert soon."

Ricochet vented harshly and cleared the static from his vocalizer. "How…how do you know that?"

The Prime looked at them, yellow optics filled with dread. "Because the Fallen has asked for the Witwicky boy. Your current Prime is dead."

KTAB:The First battle... Terrorjack, Sawsand, and Scrap Case would not have won that easily if it weren't for the messing up of their systems. It's a natural defense to the Ravine and the Infinite. Intruders can't think straight. Jazz and the Prime just sat back and watched, for your information. So how did the battle go? I thought it went pretty swell.

The bots have some new abilities with their alt-updates. Cool!

Next Chapter REVENGE OF THE FALLEN! And a good-bye.

Shout Outs!

Thank you GadgetCid for the Favorites/Follows

Elizabeth0058: Soundwave was only able to pick up the last signal uplink of Ricochet. Because Ricochet accessed the satellite Soundwave is 'piggy backing' right now. Why the Autobot's didn't detect them is because 1) they aren't looking for Autobots in the Mountains of Petra. 2) Their signals inside the mountain can't be detected. 3) the Autobots are worrying about other things right now. Like Decpeticons and a new liaison.

GadgetCid: (Chapter 6) Ricochet could only make that rock float because it was a lodestone. A natural magnetic rock. He was just turning the forces against each other to allow it to float. That's the only metal/stone that he can do that too. I'll clarify that in later chapters. (hopefully)