The Last Knight of Cybertron

by lPriime

"Optimus Prime has left us." What happens when our greatest hero turns into our greatest threat? When Dark Forces awaken after eons of dormancy? The fate of two species will hang in the balance. This marks the end of everything we hold dear. Two worlds will collide; only one survives. Will it be ours?

4. Chapter 3 The Hunt

A/N: Well, here it is. Chapter 3, technically since the prologue is its own thing. Sorry it took a bit longer than expected. This last week I have just been so tired and lacking in motivation to do… well, anything.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter. It might be a bit boring.

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Earth—Yeager's Hideout, South Dakota

"I'm bouncing a signal through Portugal, Istanbul, and Kathmandu. You got twenty seconds, chief," Hound informed to the inventor.

Cade sat on the edge of the roof and picked up the SAT-Phone. With a breath he put the phone up to his ear. There was the familiar beep, it sounded off twice, before someone picked up.

"Hello?" Cade closed his eyes as he heard the sound of his daughter's voice from the other side. "Hel— Dad? Look, I know you can't talk to me or say anything back, but you can listen. I'm gonna say what I always say until you hear me: you don't need to save the world. You need a freakin' girlfriend." That gave the inventor a bittersweet chuckle. He couldn't even count the amount of time she had told him he needed a girlfriend. "Wherever you are, I don't want you to die alone, and I know you only got five seconds left, so… I'm fine, I'm safe, and I love—."

The line went dead.

Cade threw the phone to the side and ran a hand through his hair.

"Any longer and they would have snagged our location," Hound told him. Before walking off, he added, "You're a helluva father, Cade. Don't you forget it. Hell, my dad never called me."

Cade hated it. He hated not being able to see his daughter, to even talk to her. No, all he could do was listen from the other end of a phone for twenty seconds. The world was shit. He was a fugitive because what? Because the world couldn't pick out the good bots from the bad? Because helping any bots was against the law? It was bullshit.

He headed towards the ladder to get down. He needed to set up things for Bee's operation.

A few hours later

"Okay, watch that wire," Cade instructed Izabella. At the moment, they were both elbow deep in Bumblebee's 'mouth' as they tried to remove his old voice box and install the new one that came when the junker came by. It was slow going, but it was going.

Izabella glared up at the inventor. "I know what I'm doing. Don't rush me."

"Are you always this snippy?"

"Only to impatient old guys who think they know more than me."

Cade scoffed with a slight smile. "Just focus on removing that thing, alright?"

They continued working on on removing the voice box in silence. Then Izabella brought up a topic that was on her mind.

"Hound said you can only listen to her. Your daughter," she began. "Can't talk back."

The inventor paused for a second. He wasn't expecting that, nor did he want to talk about it. "Well, he's gotta big mouth."

"He said that if you do, they can track you here with computers or something."

"Well, that's the world we live in."

Izabella looked down briefly. "What would you say to her?"

With a sigh, he said, "Brush your teeth, work hard, stay away from any boy in a band especially a drummer."

"Yeah, drummers are the worst," the little blue bot named Wheelie, a survivor of the Cairo Incident and the Battle of Chicago, said from atop a workbench. "Not to mention stupid! Now DJs? Real dickheads."

Izabella gave a little laugh before looking at Cade again. "Come on." She knew he wasn't being serious as to what he would say to his daughter.

Seeing as the girl wasn't going to relent, he told her. "Okay, we had a thing, a saying, back and forth. She would always ask me 'Dad, what are you doing tomorrow?' and I would say 'I'll figure it out tomorrow'."

"It looks like your running out of tomorrows, Yeager."

"That's just what she'd say."

Bee's voice box finally came loose.

They slowly slid the busted piece of Cybertronian biotech out, taking care not to damage anything else Bumblebee might need. When it was free completely, Cade and Izabella worked together to lower the new voice box into its slot. Both humans and Autobot tensed up as the final wires wee hooked into place. Upon completion of the job, Cade stepped back. Bumblebee sat up from the metal slab he laid on and flexed his lower 'jaw'.

Wiping his hands with a dirty rag, Cade said, "Alright, Bee. Sit up, buddy. Let's hear it. Your real voice. Feel it out."

"This is so exciting," Bee said… but the voice that came out sounded familiar to the computer assistant on Apple phones, Siri. "Oh, no. This isn't my damn voice." Bee slammed a fist into the metal slab. "This is such bullshit!"

Cade shook his head, pissed that the junker, DayTrader, sold them a shitty voice box. "I'm gonna kill him," he said to himself before turning back to Bee. "You know, I'm not giving up! You'll speak with your own voice one day."

"DayTrader is a punkass bitch!" Bumblebee stood up and walked out of the garage, ripping the voice box out and throwing it onto the ground. He transformed and drove off, kicking up a large cloud of brown dust.

"He's right, you know?" Izabella said as both watched as Bumblebee torn around a line of stacked cars.

Cade looked down at her. "That DayTrader is a punkass bitch?"

"Yeah."

"I know."

Earth—Death Valley

Colonel Lennox watched from in front of a row of folding table as a jet streaked across the sky. He knew of no jet on Earth that looked like that. It was who they were waiting for. Megatron had arrived.

"Scheduled contact is IDed and clear," Lennox heard in his earpiece. A TRF team was hiding nearby, armed and ready should Megatron attack. He watched as Megatron transformed and landed, dropping his two human hostages on the ground. He scared them off before approaching the line of tables.

Lennox turned around and went to open the doors to the SUVs that were parked behind the tables. Lawyers with the TRF and military were there to make sure the deal with Megatron went smoothly. They all had faces of fear as the exited the vehicles, seeing the towering menace marching towards them, his unique sword in hand.

"You know who they always kill first?" Lennox asked the Asian lawyer he opened the door for as she stared at Megatron in fear. "Lawyers."

Lennox went out to meet Megatron as the lawyers took up the seats at the tables, setting up laptops and all. He didn't want to do this. Hated it even. It was a necessary evil. Megatron would lead them to this Staff and then promptly be put down hard. But while Lennox wouldn't admit it openly, the Decepticon terrified him. Megatron practically gave off a sense of impending doom. And seeing what the 'Con could do in Mission City, Cairo, and Chicago didn't help lessen that fear.

Megatron stopped before Lennox, pointing his sword at him. "Do I know you, human? I want my crew!"

"Give me names!" Lennox shouted. It was right down to business, then.

"Blast Off."

Lennox turned to the lawyers. The talked amongst themselves briefly before one of them nodded. He turned back to Megatron. "Alright. Who else?"

"Hooligan."

One of the lawyers typed on her laptop. "Hooligan, in for… bank robbery. Aggravated assault. Murder. Double murder. Triple murder. Nine dead. Didn't even take the money. No!"

Megatron shouted as he slammed the wide, bladed end of his sword into the ground and pulled it towards him, tearing up the dry and cracked dirt. "What?!"

"Well, uh, I mean we can be flexible," another lawyer stammered out. "We'll issue a GPS tracker. It'll be fine."

Lennox looked back at Megatron for another name.

"Nitro."

"Government requests that he doesn't leave the county," some other lawyer informed. "And we're serious about that."

Lennox gave a half-hearted "okay" to that. Turning back to the Decepticon leader he asked, "Is that all?"

"Two more," Megatron said. "First, Berserker."

Every human gave him a blank look before one lawyer said, "Absolutely not!"

"Nope, no," Lennox said to Megatron. "There are limits! What's your other option?"

Megatron scowled at them all. "Onslaught."

"Eh, let me run that up that flag pole real quick," a lawyer said before pulling out his phone and calling someone. After the call, he held up the phone. "Yes, yes!" All of the lawyers could not have been faster packing up and practically running back into their perceived safety of the SUVs.

"What do you really want, Megatron?" Lennox asked the titan. Megatron had to have some twisted reason for this. The Staff had to be a super weapon or something. He had to have a plan to end Earth. That's what he had always done.

Megatron began attaching his sword to his back. "What anyone wants, human. To go home."

Turning around and walking away, Lennox said, "Yeah, that'll be alright with me too."

Earth—Several miles outside Yeager's Hideout

Megatron looked upon his assembled force. While it was not what he would prefer, it would suffice. The Combaticons most of all. While they could not form Bruticus due to Brawl's death years ago, they were still a force to be reckoned with. They knew their mission. The Combaticons could set out on it on their own without much trouble, but there would still be too large of a margin for error for Megatron's liking. He would lead this mission himself with all of the soldiers he had gathered.

"Lord Megatron," Barricade transformed and bowed before his master. "The TRF have sent the location of Yeager."

The Decepticon leader grinned. "Today we hunt… Decepticons! Transform, and bring me my talisman."

"It's about time," the Decepticon black market dealer, Swindle, said before folding down into his heavily modified dull yellow High Mobility Multipurpose Wheeled Vehicle, commonly called a Humvee by the humans.

The rest of the Decepticons transformed as well. The aerial Combaticons Vortex and Blast Off turned into a faded grey Boeing AH-64 Apache attack helicopter and black Lockheed Martin F-35B Lightning II fighter jet with purple trim, respectively. The Combaticon leader, Onslaught, had a navy blue with army green trim Mine-Resistant Ambush Protected vehicle (MRAP, for short) as his alt-mode. Hooligan, the last remaining member of the Dreads, turned into a rusty Volkswagen Microbus. Nitro, the twin brother of the deceased Shockwave, transformed into a green Saab JAS 39 Gripen.

All Decepticons began their two mile journey to the coordinates of Yeager's hideout. Megatron took the lead as Nitro and Blast Off followed close behind. He would take a wide route towards Yeager's location. There was no use getting there too early and warning the human and Autobots what was happening before all of his force arrived. The talisman was the key to finding the Staff, the key to reviving Cybertron. It had to be his. It had to be Unicron's as well.

Earth—Yeager's Hideout

"What is this?" Cade asked, looking to the ground in disbelief that something like that would be there.

Hound lumbered over to see what the human was going on about. He laughed when he saw what it was. "That's Starscream's head."

"And why is it here? How did it even get here?"

"Crosshairs said DayTrader just left it here when he stopped by the other day. I like it. Woulda loved to been there to see the winged bastard kick the bucket though. What a shame."

Cade rolled his eyes, heading towards the garage. His 'assistance' Jimmy, a dark-skinned kid with glasses, was toying around with a much to heavy alien blaster for him to use. He was about to scold him for messing with it the way he was when the voice of Chief Sherman, the Indian chief that let them stay on his reservation, came through the speakers of the garage.

"Uh, Cade," the chief's voice came through stressed and hurried. "The… thingy, that code… there's a red. A red thingy. Wait, code red! There's somebody coming!"

The inventor rushed outside and looked to the skies. A military drone soared above the junkyard. He wasted no time and ran to the alarm system he installed, slamming his palm on the red button and then rushing to find Jimmy and Izabella.

"We got sixty seconds," he yelled. "We need to evac!"

Finding Jimmy first, Cade hurried about, grabbing anything he could and telling Jimmy to grab as many weapons he could carry. The two rushed over to Cade's modified truck and climbed in. Bee, Crosshairs, and Drift were already transformed. Not Hound though. He was looking through his assortment of weapons, trying to find ones that would do the most damage.

"This'll definitely mess somebody up good," Hound muttered to himself, strapping a quad barreled weapon to his person. "Roll out of here, Cade. I'mma buy ya some time."

"Don't be a hero, Hound," Cade shouted. "We're out of here now!"

"Hell, I was born a hero."

"Wait, wait!" Izabella came running up, her bot Sqweeks right next to her. "You're not leaving me. You leave me, and they take Sqweeks!"

"Leave Sqweeks!" Jimmy shouted, the prospect of being caught putting him under lots of stress. "He's a survivor!"

Cade hopped out of the truck and began lifting Sqweeks into as Izabella got in as well. Once the little blue bot was in, Cade got into the driver seat and floored, the Autobots following right behind. It was just in time, too. The Decepticons had just reached the junkyard, putting them about a minute or so behind the Autobots.

...

Megatron landed between a row of rusted cars. He growled at what he saw. A deserted junkyard. Recently deserted but deserted nonetheless. Yeager could not be that far; the smell of gasoline still hung in the air. So did their fear.

Barricade drove up, transforming with a front flip. "My lord, the Autobots escaped."

"I am quite aware," Megatron snarled.

"Unfortunate," Nitro commented. "I was hoping to bust some heads in."

The Decepticon leader rolled his optics. He was about to order his soldiers to transform and pursue when his pede clanged off something. Kneeling down, he picked up the object: the severed head of his former second-in-command, Starscream.

He lifted the head so it was optic level. It was poetic. After his SIC's failed attempts to terminate him and take control of the Decepticons for his own gain, he was offline and Megatron still stood. Starscream was an arrogant fool who was bested by a mere human boy with a glorified grenade.

"The end is almost near, my old treacherous friend," Megatron said, looking into the dark optics of the head. "What a shame you'll be unable to see it."

Down the row of cars, something burst out from cover, literally. Old cars and scraps of metal were sent flying. Megatron tossed Starscream's head to the side and slid his battle mask into place as one of the Autobots did a roll out of the dust.

"Come get some, ya bitch," the large Autobot yelled before unloading a stream of bullets at him.

Several rounds slammed into Megatron's leg, causing him to lose balance and fall. He recovered quickly and rolled backwards into a crouching position. Powering up his fusion cannon, he sent two shots at the pest. The first missed while the second hit center mass of the Autobot, the force propelling him back into a pile of cars.

"Decepticons! Transform and follow Yeager," Megatron ordered as he turned around.

"Lord Megatron," Onslaught approached. "What about the Autobot?" He pointed over to the large one his leader just shot.

Megatron got closer to the Combaticon leader. "The talisman is of far more importance than terminating one pathetic Autobot. Now transform."

…

"Cade, we have a problem," Hound radioed in, sounding in slight pain.

He fumbled for the radio and held it up to reply as he continued to drive to the designated location. "What ya got, hound?"

"It ain't just the TRF. Cade, it's the 'Cons… led by Megatron."

"Fuck, he's back?" The Autobots and their remaining human allies had heard of rumors that Megatron had come back, ditching the old Galvatron model he had possessed. It was unsure if the rumors were true, but apparently they were, and Megatron was coming for them. But why?

"Yeah. He's after you, Cade. He wants that talisman thing you got from that bot."

The talisman? What could be special about it? A dying bot gave it to him as a token of thanks for trying to save him. Well, he tried. Cade refused to take it, but the thing somehow managed to end up in his truck anyway. But if Megatron was after it, it had to be important. Shit! Did he even take it?

"Jimmy!" He shouted, startling the young man next to him. "My bag in the back. I need you to check it for the talisman I brought back from the No-Go Zone."

"I— I—," Jimmy stammered. "The what?"

"Circular metal thing with odd markings on it!"

"Alright, alright!" He leaned back and pulled the leather bag and put it on his lap to rummage through. It took only a few moments, but Jimmy pulled out the talisman. "This it?"

Cade glanced over. "Yes! Now put it back in the bag."

The group had arrived at the location. It was the center of an old abandoned town. Perfect for an ambush, especially since Cade and the Autobots rigged a part of the town with explosives a while ago.

"You three," Cade pointed at Jimmy, Izabella, and Sqweeks, "Stay out of sight."

The three Autobots transformed. Bumblebee readied his arm cannon. Before they could continue on, a rapid beeping was coming from Bee's chest plating. Drift took his sword and knocked a small device off of the scout. He held it on his sword for the others to see.

"What's this?" Crosshairs asked, leaning in to get a look. It was obvious what the device was. A tracker. The sharpshooter turned to Bee and jabbed a digit at him. "You led 'em right to us."

Holding his servos up, Bee said, "I know nothing about that."

"Okay, so the TRF must have shot Bee with a tracker," Cade said. "It's done, over. No use getting worked up about it. We still have Decepticons and the TRF coming after us, so get in your hiding spots. Go!"

Cade led Izabella and Jimmy into an old hotel. He ordered the two to sit down while he went off to set up the final wiring for the explosives. The inventor ran down the street with spools of wire. He had to work fast. Megatron would be there any second. Hopefully, he didn't mess up anything setting it up. But when he was done, he ran to the doorway of a shop and aimed a custom alien rifle down the main road.

Engines roared in the distance. First sight was of the flashing lights of a police car. Behind that were several more vehicles. No TRF, though. It was the Decepticons.

"Here they come," he said into the radio. "Autobots, gets ready. Wait for my signal."

The 'Cons transformed, but what caught Cade's attention was Megatron as the Decepticon leader glided to the ground from his jet mode. His new form was a towering menace of metal. Sharp angles all throughout. The red optics seemed to glare at everything around him. And that red mark on his face… it was as if the Devil marked him. However he got his new form, it improved him. Made Megatron more of a threat than before. It terrified Cade. And when Megatron spoke, a chill ran down his spine.

"Search this town. He's here."

A sound of a sheet of metal falling to the ground caused Cade to snap his head to the side. In the center of the road stood Sqweeks, his cover having been blown over. The inventor cursed he saw the blue bot, because Sqweeks did not go unnoticed by the Decepticons as Megatron ordered him to come over to him.

Megatron lifted Sqweeks up by the helm, turning him this way and that. "You have an utterly repulsive scent. Disgusting."

"Hey!"

Cade's heart dropped at the familiar female voice shouting. Looking over, Izabella was running down the street… in clear view of the 'Cons.

"Put him down!" She continued to shout.

"So, this is a human youth. Doesn't look too threatening," the Decepticon that was an F-35 commented.

"Go to Hell," Izabella retorted.

Megatron scoffed. "This planet IS Hell."

A sharp pinch caused Cade to cry out in pain. The talisman had somehow latched on to his upper arm. It caused him to be spotted as Izabella continued her march forward.

"Put him down!" She ordered again. "You think I'm afraid of you? 'Cause I'm not!"

"Hey, stop," Cade called out. Megatron's optics jerked right to him.

"Cade Yeager," he said, tossing Sqweeks to the ground, "I need that talisman."

The inventor was having none of it. He stood up, took aim, and fired at Megatron. The shot hit, causing the 'Con to stumble. Cade took that moment to detonate the explosives before running and pulling Izabella into an alley.

The Decepticons were standing right where all of the explosives were placed. While it wasn't enough to kill any of them, it sure did some damage.

"Are you out of your mind?" Cade scolded the girl as they ran. "You don't do this kamikaze shit! You're not going anywhere with me!"

Despite the distance they were putting between the Decepticons, Cade still heard Megatron issue one order.

"Get those wretched creatures!"

The two humans ran full throttle. The police car was trailing them. Cade took a moment to pop off a shot from his alien pistol before running again. Megatron took pop shot from between the buildings at them. The line of sights were poor on his end, but each shot got closer and closer.

Turning a corner, the humans were greeted by the sight of the massive Grimlock charging down the road in his T-Rex form. The Knight spun, slamming his trail into a much smaller Nitro before clamping his massive jaw down on Hooligan. The Dread struggled, firing at Grimlock's head, but he was quickly offlined as Grimlock tore the Decepticon to pieces in his mouth.

Megatron blasted the broad side of the Knight. Grimlock was knocked back a step. He let out a monstrous roar before transforming. The sound of shifting metal was audible to all. Sections snapped into place loudly. When it was all done, Grimlock slammed his two handed mace into the ground, sending large chucks of asphalt into the air.

And then he spoke. He struggled to get the words out, but he spoke with such a force that the air seemed to tremble. "You messed… with the wrong… knight."

Height difference did not deter the Decepticon leader. He fired more shots at the legendary knight, each one scoring a hit. Grimlock merely shrugged it off and swung at Megatron.

Megatron dodged with a leap backwards. He climbed up top a two story building, taking two more shots at Grimlock that hit the titan in the head. The Knight roared and brought his mace down on the building with an overhead swing, demolishing the structure with ease. Megatron moved out of the way with the use of his thrusters.

Seeing as the Autobots had the current advantage, Megatron ordered his soldiers to retreat. Each Decepticon transformed and followed their leader. The sound of diesel and jet engines echoed all around as the fled. Grimlock, not satified with the fight, roared in frustration before slamming his mace into the ground.

As the other Autobots rejoined the group, Cade and the other humans came out of their hiding spots. The inventor had never seen Grimlock in his bipedal mode. Neither did he hear him speak before. It was honestly frightening in an awing kind of way.

Crosshairs was the first to comment on the Knight. "Well, the big lug transformed again. What was it, like three years? Took ya long enough."

Grimlock glared down at the green Autobot. "Watch… it, mech."

"Holy shit! You can actually talk?! I thought you were too dumb to speak."

That pushed Grimlock's short patience to the end. He lowered himself down and grabbed Crosshairs by the ankle, lifting him into the air.

"Hey, put me down, you bucket of bolts!"

Cade ran up to try to defuse the situation. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Grimlock, no! Put him down now!"

The Knight looked down at the human. Then to Crosshairs. Then back down to Cade. After a brief moment, Grimlock released his hold and let Crosshairs fall to the ground. With a huff, he turned around and transformed.

Cade sighed. That could have ended badly, and it wasn't an ideal time.

"Someone needs to put a leash on that thing," Crosshairs said as he stood up and dusted himself off.

"Well, if you didn't piss him off, that wouldn't have happened," Cade replied.

A mechanical whirring filled the air. Everyone snapped their eyes, or optics, in the direction of the noise. Closing the distance was a swarm of armed TRF drones.

"We gotta move! Izabella, Jimmy, with me. Inside now!"

"Those things are supposed to hunt terrorists, not taxpaying Americans… not that I pay taxes anyway," Jimmy said as he ran after Cade to another old building.

The three humans ran up the stairs. When they reached to the third floor, they stopped. The inventor waited to see if the drones would enter. The sound of machine gun fire and shattering glassed indicated a yes. The drones' whirring was amplified inside.

TRF drones pursued them. Cade took shots at the drones with his rifle when he could as they ran. He led his companions through several rooms and up a few more floors. There was enough distance put between them and the drones that Cade ushered the other two into a large room and told them to hide.

The room was fairly large. A few pillars supported the ceiling. It was filled with debris, overturned beds, and other random items. Actually, it looked to be a hospital room. The three humans each picked a spot and waited.

The wait wasn't long. Three drones flew into the room slowly. Cade held his breath as they began scanning the room. He peered through a ripped sheet handing off the bed he was laying by. The hide wasn't long either. A drone spotted the inventor and opened fire. Cade stood up and brought it down with one shot from his alien pistol. The other drones began to fire.

Jimmy ran up and stood in front of a pillar, hands in the air.

"What the hell are you doing?" Cade asked.

"They use face recognition software," Jimmy explained.

"Are you crazy?!"

"Stay behind me!"

"Don't do this."

"I got this. Stay behind me."

"Jimmy, don't do this."

"It's not even shooting." The young man relaxed as the drone was face-to-face with him. Then metal plating on the drone slid into place.

"Shit!" Cade exclaimed.

There was a loud thump followed by Jimmy flying through the weak wall behind him. Cade pivoted out of cover and shot the drone. He then rushed over to the hole that Jimmy went through. Jimmy was laying on the ground with a few planks of wood on top of him.

"Oh, my God, are you okay?" Cade asked.

The young man coughed and looked at the inventor. "Cade… I just wanna tell you, I love you, man."

Cade stared at him like he was an idiot babbling nonsense. "What?"

"This job wasn't what I thought, but I appreciate everything."

"What are you doing?"

"I'm dying!"

The inventor shook his head, not believing the kid was overreacting like this. "It was only a bean bag, dude."

Jimmy slowly lifted his head and checked his chest. "There's no hole?"

"There's no hole. No blood. No nothing." Jimmy began to gather himself. "Will you get up? Stop acting like a hero!"

"It was a bean bag? That shit hurt like a bullet, man! I felt it go through me!"

"Just come on!"

Cade took his friends down and out the building. On the street, he looked around until he spotted what looked to be a large hotel or business building that had long fell into disrepair. He led the other two into the building.

As they ran through the lobby, Izabella informed them about there being a central drone that leads the rest.

"Okay, we take out the big one, the rest will go with it," Cade told them.

They called the elevator and filed inside. The back of the elevator was glass that allowed a view outside the building. It was when Jimmy exclaimed something about a leprechaun that Cade and Izabella turned around.

Sitting in the corner was a… metal man? No, a small Cybertronian, Cade corrected himself. He had large blue optics and sliver plating with bits of gold.

"Who the hell are you?" Cade asked.

"Leprechauns are tiny, green, and Irish," the mech said in a voice that made him sound like an uptight British butler, "and that is offensive." He noticed Izabella staring at him. "What are you looking at, little girl?"

Cade pushed her behind him. "No, what are you looking at?"

The mech stood. "Hello, Master Cade. I have come to collect you."

"Collect me?" The inventor was not having a good day. His hideout was found. Megatron was after him. And now this butler bot apparently came to get him.

"That is correct."

"No, no, no. You're not collecting shit." Cade went to grab the mech, but he dodged out of the way and began throwing punches at him. "Eh! what's your deal?"

"So you want to play rough, huh?"

The elevator dinged and the doors opened. They were all greeted to a sight of a single TRF drone. The silver mech moved out of the way as the drone flew forward and collided with Cade, taking the inventor out of the glass window of the elevator.

He hung on for dear life as the drone tried to correct it flight but could not with the added weight. His friends shouted from the elevator, but Cade could not hear what was being said over the drone's motor. The thing flew him into the side of buildings. He honestly thought he was going to lose his grip and fall to his death.

The drone finally smashed into the roof of the building next to the one he was in. Sliding down, Cade managed to grab onto a flag pole and dangled over the edge. Another drone came by, firing upon him. He felt something hit his chest, the force causing him to lose his grip and fall a short distance to a lower roof below.

Cade checked the spot where he felt a bullet hit him. All he found was a hole in his shirt and the talisman attached to his upper right chest. The thing somehow moved from his arm to where it was now. If it wasn't for it though, a bullet would have tore through his right lung.

Hearing more drones approaching, Cade got up and ran towards the end of the roof. At the end, he jumped up, using two drones as stepping stones before landing on top of the lead drone. His heart was racing as the lead drone could not support his weight either. The descent to the ground was bouncy, and it hurt when the thing slammed into the ground, but Cade rolled off and sighed in relief. He was alive.

Cade sat up to see the silver mech running towards him.

"Ah! There you are. Good to find you alive. Just like nothing happened," the mech said before pulling out a brush and began dusting Cade off. "Let's make you presentable."

The inventor tried to stop the mech from doing that, but the mech apparently didn't understand the concept of 'stop'.

"Who are you?" He asked when the mech was done.

"I am Cogman, sir. And I am here because of that," Cogman pointed to the ground next to Cade. There sat the talisman. How did that come off? "And that is here because of you." Cade picked up the talisman, but tried to shake it off when it began to stick to him and slide up his sleeve. "It will not leave you until you quest is fulfilled. You have been chosen."

Trying to shake the talisman off, Cade looked up at Cogman. "What do you mean chosen?"

"I will explain everything if you come with me."

Walking up behind Cogman was Crosshairs. "I'll swat this metal cockroach for ya, Cade."

Crosshairs when to touch Cogman, but without looking, Cogman grabbed Crosshairs digit and twisted it. Crosshairs fell to the ground, yelling in pain as his digit sparked.

"Don't touch the messenger, or the messenger will kill you." Cogman turned back to Cade. "Now, I'm afraid all this ballyhoo is on your account. If you want to save your friends, you will leave them."

Behind them, Izabella and Jimmy came running around the corner, the former shouting something about the leprechaun.

"And what? Run off with some crazy ninja butler?" Cade asked.

"Your friends will be safe in your absence. In your presence, unsafe. You are more important than you can possible imagine. You are needed, sir. Urgently." Cade stood up. "My master often says that the important decisions in lie often come done to one moment."

Staring at the mech, Cade nodded slightly before jogging to meet up with his friends. He made his decision in that moment.

"I have to go with him, but you're going to be alright," he said to Izabella. "You're family now. They'll take care of you, I promise."

"The plane is waiting, sir. We are going to England," Cogman told him.

Nodding, Cade called for Bumblebee. He wanted him with him on this one. Cogman led the way. As he passed by, Bee tapped his at Izabella, a gesture to show that they're together.

Cogman's plane was some old World War II bomber.

"Welcome to Air Folgan," Cogman said over the plane's intercom as they lifted into the air. "Please strap in as turbulence can kill. There will be no snack service on this flight. No drinks. No fun."

Cade scoffed. "Can I even breath?"

"I would prefer if you didn't, but airline rules do not say anything against it."

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A/N: So there we have it. Sorry for it seeming like I'm just retelling the movie. Things are gonna change next chapter once Cade gets to the castle.

Also, I changed Dreadbot's name to Hooligan. It sounds better. I added a few more Decepticons. Onslaught is more like his G1 counterpart instead of looking like Long Haul. And I shorted Nitro Zeus's name to just Nitro. Oh, and I gave Grimlock some action.

I hope you liked the characters I added. I looked up vehicles that would look close to their G1 counterparts, but that also fit well with the movie-verse.

Next chapter I plan to have a bit more Prime, a bit of Unicron, and action.

Until then.