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Years had past for Orion, years that he had put to good use. After he had left the hospital, he had enlisted himself in service of the army, in hopes that this would put him in the right path towards his destiny.
He had made many friends in his time there, put if had only serve to remind him of the limitations and corruption that plague the organizations of his world. All coming to a peak with the lost of a great influence in his life; when tired of his words not having any effect Megan Tarn decided to take drastic actions and created a radical movement of freedom fighters turn terrorist that he named "The Deception".
When his officials turned a blind eye at this, he quit and started his own freelance organization of mercenaries referred to as "Unit E". Now together they take the fight for freedom directly at the opposition.
Zürich, Switzerland, 12:30 PM
Zürich, the largest city in Switzerland, located at the north-western tip of Lake Zürich, home to 434,335 inhabitants. Usually, home to several important museums and art galleries, today it houses something far worse. After several reports team Prime of Unit E has launch an official investigation in search of the elusive movement known as The Deception.
"No movement on my part, how about you Bee" said a woman on the back of a blue bike, this is Sadie Montano, codename: "Arcee".
On the other side of the city a young man with blonde hair and a face mask looks thru his binoculars and types into a wrist device, "Nothing on the east.". This is Bill Friedle AKA, "Bumblebee", the scout of the group.
"Just made it to the docks, maybe I'll have better luck here" said Arcee, closing in on the newly arrived cargo ships. "Nothing suspicious so far; wait!" Arcee looks up and a pair of futuristic binoculars pop out of her helmet visor, "Starscream!".
Supreme Air Commander "Starscream", second in command of the deception's forces and responsible for the untimely death of Sadie's partner. Drawing her gun, she starts firing on the ship "This is for Cliff. As so's this!"
Ducking away, Starscream begins to yell," Enemy fire!"
Exiting from the captain's cabin is a furious silver haired middle-aged man with distinctive scars over his face, this is Megan Tarn now known as Megatron. "You imbecile, our cover is blown!" he shouts at his second in command, "It was your stupid strategy!" Starscream response.
On the other side of the city a white-haired elderly man tries to contact their wayward scout, "Arcee, what's your status! Arcee, do you read me!" This is Dr. Combs or "Ratchet" to the others, the resident field medic/inventor of the group.
"I read you Ratchet, I got Decepti-creeps on my back!" "What! Hold your position I'll tell the others." Ratches said.
"Attention Team Prime, Deception force have been spotted on the docks, all units convert at these positions at once." Ratches shouts thru the radio.
Back at the docks Megatron shouts at his forces "Attack! All Deception forces FIRE!".
Suddenly two troopers rush out of the boat and open fire on Arcee. She quickly drops from her bike and rolls out of the line of fire, before shooting one of them.
However, the remaining trooper dodges her blast and manages to get ahold of her, stomping on her chest and looking into the barrel of his gun. "You're going down brat!" he says before a massive mace hits him on the back, wielded by Bill "Bulkhead" Richardson, the team's resident wrecker.
"Hey RC, started the party without me." He said with a knowing smile. "About time you got her Bulk, mind giving a lady a hand." Arcee said with a smile of her own.
To answer her question, he tackles another troper before tossing another at the remaining ones, in response of this Arcee kicks another trooper who got in close before unleashing her personal blades from the gauntlets on her forearms. Not long after this Bee shows up with his stinger pistols and joints the fight, boxing with the opposing forces.
Despite this they were quickly getting overrun by enemy forces, "We're outnumbered, we need to retreat!" cried Arcee.
Before they get the chance Starscream lines his shot, "Pathetic fools! There is no escape…Uuuuh!" he cries as he fires and misses our heroes. "You are a fool Starscream" mocked Megatron.
"It doesn't matter, our plans have not change, we attack now!" cried Megatron.
In the middle of the city Team Prime arrives at the rendezvous point, exhausted and completely outnumbered they ponder over their next move. "What are we supposed to do, there to many," said Bulkhead. "We'll think of something Bulk; we always do." responded Arcee. "That we do" replied a booming voice, their leader, once known as Orion Paxxon now known as Optimus Prime.
"Prime!" responded the group. "Quickly, we must return to base, Ratchet is calling for reinforcements. "From whom, Magnus's group is on the other side of the globe." asked Arcee.
"From anyone wiling to fight the good fight." proclaimed Prime.
Back on their base Ratchet speaks into the radio, "This is Unit E to any military or paramilitary organization listening ... Do you read me? The Deception are blitzing Zürich City. We're really takin' a pounding. Don't know how much longer we can hold out. If you are reading this sent help!". "I hope it works," said the old medic.
On the other side of the city the Deception forces are setting up for their assault." Soundwave! Jam all transmissions from the city." cried Megatron. Soundwave, the Deception chief communications officer and the movements most devoted member, concise and pragmatic in all his endeavors. He's a lean man in gun metal and purple clothing with a blank mask on his face, having taken a bow of silence in the past merely nods as he gets to work.
"Good, no help is coming for you, Prime." Megatron darkly announces.
Back with Team Prime, "You think it got through Prime?" asked a concerned Ratchet. "Let's hope so old friend! Cause if I didn't, we may not see another day!" declared Prime with ferocity in his eyes.
Far away on the Rock of Gibraltar near the southwestern tip of Europe, in a once abandoned watchpoint, a distress call makes it thru.