AN: More Transformers! I even made myself some cover art that I hope you guys like.
I just moved several states. Man, what a way to start the year off.
In case I haven't made it obvious, humans are not the central focus. I love most of the movies (Even Transformers 2 and 3 despite the many, many flaws) but they focus too much on humans. Don't expect too too much from them or me to add many more save for mostly cameos and such. My main focus from them will be Sari (Yes, she counts and is the coolest "human" side character, fight me), Jack, Fowler, and one important one from IDW that will come later.
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"How many casualties?" Fowler asked as he helped hand out some more supplies to other soldiers.
"Over half the base, sir… cons fucked us up," the woman told him as she handed him another supply case, "what about those… Autobots, sir?"
"They're helping… for now," Fowler muttered as he turned to see the bots, scattered about to help with the wounded, broken buildings, and move supplies. He didn't completely trust them in the slightest… but this was a good start.
Cliffjumper was working alongside Bumblebee to help pull off the rubble. People hurt, bodies broken, and stains of what was left of them spread throughout the barracks. This building they helped clean up was no different. Luckily, they managed to take the kids somewhere safe and away from the carnage before they could see too much last night.
Bumblebee knew humans were as fragile as they were ingenuous. It came with the territory of being carbon based life forms. Being so small. Not having the natural components for defense. He knew first hand what could happen to a human caught in their crossfire… just not literally. Not this gruesomely. It was more than eye opening.
Cliffjumper nudged Bumblebee, breaking him from whatever thoughts he had and asked, "This happen back where you were from?"
Bumblebee shook his head, trying not to focus too much on those lost, "No. Glad it wasn't there and I wish it didn't here."
Cliffjumper nodded and gave him a solemn, "Yeah. Me neither."
Neither Bumblebee nor Cliffjumper said anything until the latter elbowed him in the ribs with a humorless snicker, "Nothing we're not used to I guess, yeah? How's your frame? Humans go poking around in you?"
"Nah," Bumblebee replied with a small smile, figuring it would be better to lighten the mood, "Just a little prodding, poking, and intimidation tactics. Nothing I couldn't handle."
"Yeah, they gotta zap a bug first then dissect it," she teased as they settled the last of the rubble in the pile, snickering at Bumblebee's expense.
"Wow, how original," he drawled as they began walking off, "who writes your material? No way it's you."
"You should be faster with wheels and not your mouth," Cliffjumper shot back with her shit eating smirk still going. She poked Bumblebee's cheek, "being cute is only gonna get you so far."
"I'm not cute," Bumblebee muttered distastefully, giving his friend a light and playful shove.
There was a light snort that escaped her nose and she murmured, "Got no other word for it… hey, Ratchet's back with another group of injured."
"Yep," Bumblebee muttered as he watched her place down her load. He narrowed his eyes and thought back to their conversation about an upgrade in weaponry. With Sumdac's upcoming partnership with the Military, they could have some access to better tech too. Now wasn't the best time to bring that up to her though… but later. Sooner rather later, but not now.
"Hey," Cliffjumper nudged him again and looked like she was trying to hold back bursts of giggling, "I heard Optimus was about to start meeting with the commander around here… wanna watch?"
Bumblebee shrugged, "Huh… uh, sure. But you seem oddly enthusiastic about it."
Cliffjumper let a little one slip before she composed herself, barely, to explain more, "Because it's always a treat to watch Optimus, "use the native lingo," with help of the native kids, hehe."
Bumblebee was perplexed by this, whispering, "Say what now?"
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"Talk like this right?" Optimus muttered as she pointed to the paper, soft blue lighting of the bunker shining on her blue gloves.
She was careful as the paper is held in Sari's tiny hands, "Yeah, it's a really good way to connect to more people in an instant."
Jack bent down to whisper in the kid's ear, "How come this wasn't an issue with Mr. Sumdac?"
"My dad's kind of weird," Sari answered back before she turned back to Optimus, "but trust me, it's a good way to break the ice,"
The mechanical woman nodded with a grateful smile, "Right… thank you, Sari."
"Get the hell offa me!" All three turned as they heard shouts coming down the corridor followed by a frantic set of footsteps. They all narrowed their eyes in confusion as they heard the sounds of a small scuffle with shouting.
They heard the cry of, "Sir, you were nearly crippled!"
"The key word is "nearly", I can steer myself, Powell!" Roared none other than Simmons, "Make way, make way!"
The door opened to Powell and Simmons… the latter in a wheelchair and covered in bandages, his right eye black, and a side of his lip swelling. He huffed and began wheeling up to them, "So… you're this Optimus Prime I've been hearing about, huh?"
Sari quickly nudged her and Optimus let out a short gasp. She read over the paper one last time and looked back to Simmons. Then, stiffly, gave a hearty guffaw while giving him double finger guns, making Simmons and Powell flinch, "Greetings, I am the… uh?"
"Big Momma," Sari told her, barely suppressing the urge to giggle. It didn't help that she was covering her mouth with her hands.
"Big Momma, of the Autobots, Optimus Prime! And it's a pleasure to finally meet you!" And she ended with a bombastic laugh with her hands on her hips, like some action star decades ago.
Sari was still only just able to hold it together while Jack had her face in the pal of her hands. But there was a smirk underneath them.
Powell coughed into his hand while Simmons stared at her with the most deadpan eyes. Optimus bent low and whispered to Sari, "Did I do that right?"
"Ahem," Simmons cleared his throat and let out a heavy sigh, "Well… big momma. You've got our attention. And our… truce, considering what you and your Autobots did," he turned his attention to Sari and added, "and for the record, you don't have to talk like that. The kid's just foolin' with you."
"I-I see," Optimus had a faint blue blush on her face while Sari pouted, "Thank you for that, now I believe we need to get you up to speed on what's going on."
"Please do," Simmons folded his arms, eager to hear just what she had to say.
They didn't notice they had some listeners from outside. Silver horns would have been barely noticeable from the windows.
"Can you get me a bit higher?" Cliffjumper grunted in her effort to stretch up to get a better view, "oh man, I really hope we didn't miss out."
"Best I can manage I think," Bumblebee grunted back as he carried his friend on his shoulders, head between her thighs and hands on her hips, "Maybe ease up, your thighs are crushing me like an energon cube in a pressure press."
"Lucky you, eh?" Cliffjumper tittered as she craned herself up as best she could, "Dammit, I can't see anything… alright, put me down."
Bumblebee sighed as she hopped back to her feet and lightly punched her shoulder, "couldn't you have just climbed on the roof?"
"Of course," She lightly punched him back with an offended tone, "but what we were doing was less suspicious and a team exercise. After the stunt you pulled, consider yourself aft on probation."
"Pfft," Bumblebee waved her off with an eye roll. But he understood her. If it weren't for the very specific circumstances, hell even with them it was still incredibly dangerous. But they were at an… okay point. Talking with the humans peacefully. Now things could get back on track. At least, that's what Bumblebee hoped for.
"And just what are you two doing?" They snapped their attention to the voice of Ratchet, Ironhide right behind her. Both were rather dusty from lifting debris and heavy lifting, "I'm going to say Cliffjumper is taking around for shenanigans?"
Said bot clicked her tongue and retorted, "Why point the digit at me?"
""You know why…"" Ratchet and Ironhide deadpanned before the latter spoke to herself, "Enough clinging to your… what do they call it? Frag it, boy-bot and come with me."
""Boy-bot?"" Both smaller bots asked.
"Bumblebee, come with me. I believe it's time you get those upgrades I talked about," Ratchet told him, though she didn't seem too pleased, "We need to make this as quick as possible."
"Alright," Bumblebee said with a shrug while Cliffjumper gave him a concerned glance before she walked off with Ironhide while Ratchet drove off with Bumblebee.
The red colored pair began muttering to each other, "The way Ratchet was talking… we don't have any anesthetic do we? And Sumdac's tech won't cut it."
Ironhide gave her a nod, a grim glint in her eyes, "Yep… and, If Bumblebee goes through with it, it may be a tad crude. But you know Ratchet, she wouldn't do this unless she was certain it would turn out fine. And it's not like she's forcing him. It's all up to little yellow himself."
Cliffjumper bit her lip before nodding, more than faithful in Ratchet's abilities and Bumblebee's toughness. More so the former though, "I know. But the guy's been through enough this cycle hasn't he?"
Ironhide agreed with that. But she's seen people go through worse, so she was rather numb to it. And besides, the kid was tough. A good hearted scout. Besides, she had more to worry about. Whenever the cons pulled an attack like this, you knew they were amping the fight up to another level.
And she feared how this planet would fare.
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"My, my Prowl gave you quite the workout, didn't she, Soundwave?" Knockout giggled as she and Breakdown finished buffing her armor and skin, "or were you just being nice to her?"
Soundwave gave her nothing.
It nearly made the medic huff. She absolutely loathed patients with no personality or charm. It certainly didn't help that Soundwave wasn't even her preferred vehicle. At the very least, she could be teased without consequence… within reason.
Knockout's thoughts went back to the Mech that was nearly in their grasp. Damn humans only brought him in, barely any real restraints from the looks of it. Rather distasteful on her opinion. Because of that she couldn't take him in for study. As much as she wouldn't like to admit it, she couldn't help but be fascinated with the male physique and fine horsepower.
A male Cybertronian just made no sense scientifically and culturally. Yet it still fascinated her. Bumblebee fascinated her.
Soundwave turned to Knockout and broke her from her thoughts. Knockout clicked her tongue, "oh stop prying around in there or else I'll start thinking about alien biology… more so!"
Soundwave merely waved her and Breakdown back with a lazy flick of her wrists. The two medics bowed and backed away as their commanding officer stood back up, flexing and checking out her finish. Slow and deliberately, she reached into one of her pockets to pull out a chip. She tossed it on one of the terminals and nodded before walking out.
Breakdown immediately reached for it with a grin, "nothing like extra shanix for a job well done, eh?"
"Oh stop, you sound like your twin," Knockdown muttered before she got on the terminal to check out more on her research. Research that made her partner blanche.
Outside of the medbay and outside in the hanger stood Starscream as she watched for the star filled space above them, a few of the Vehicons behind her in a row. Starscream shook her head and turned to the troops behind them, "This is what we get for having to park our Nemesis out in the space boonies. More of our real soldiers would've been here by now had we been anywhere else in this galaxy. Maybe even the universe."
Had the Vehicons not been trained so strictly, they would've bristled at the comment. They simply let it internally seethe. Being the class of Cybertronians protoformed to serve basic functions, by their standards, they were used to this kind of talk.
"Oh, how I hope my seekers get here first," Starscream wistfully muttered, almost to the point it could be mistakenly taken as sentimental, "without my guidance, they can't function properly. We're a well oiled machine together."
All the Vehicons knew what she meant. She just wanted her own personal army to spearhead. Ones she considered modeled after her with her narcissism. They didn't even find it amusing.
"Yet here I am stuck with mere Vehicon seekers and… you all," Starscream groused as she folded her arms, not even bothering to face them, "bleh."
And the feeling was mutual.
"Wait… I see something!" Starscream shouted as a ship was incoming. A large one with white paint, streaked with dark gray, purple, and patches of gold. She knew that "ship" from anywhere, "Astrotrain."
She couldn't help keep the growl out of her tone. Astrotrain was one of the few cons she couldn't simply intimidate. Like Megatron, she required more subtle dealings to handle. At the very least, she was nowhere near a challenge unlike the warlord herself. And a slim handful others.
"Permission to come aboard?" A dark, low feminine voice, with an accent akin to a Slavic descent, asked on the comm to Starscream.
She scoffed, nodding her head to the back of the ship, "Denied. But there's a nice spot for you in the thrusters. Land there."
"Hah! I was just yanking your bumper! As if anyone should ask for your permission," Astrotrain laughed out before she lost her humor and practically ordered, "clear my landing space, sky dog."
"Glorified talking carrier," Starscream hissed as she backed up to let Astrotrain land. The ship alt mode was more than twice Starscream's size and even the Vehicons had to look on in awe of the great Astrotrain herself, "tell me you at least brought some useful warriors with you."
"They're not you. So that's already a plus," Astrotrain retorted as she opened her bay doors to let out her troops, ignoring Starscream's clear ire.
The Vehicons kept their chuckles internal for their own good.
Out from Astrotrain stepped four significant transformers plus a few varying Vehicons that wore the colors of Astrotrain to signify their direct command and allegiance.
First was someone bouncing on the balls of their feet, dressed almost similarly to Arcee, save for the sharper armor sides, flame designed, and slicked back red hair. Her pale skin shines like her armor. Flamewar.
Starscream found her annoying. But easy. She simply needed a sense of direction.
The next was a mostly dull red and and gray transformer in an outfit akin to a racer, skintight and comfy with obvious slim kibble at the shoulders, calves, wrist, and midsection of her body. Under her helmet was golden hair that went well with her olive skin and a white ascot around her neck. Deadend.
Depressing and hard to motivate. But she stayed out of the way. Starscream was okay with her.
Third came a smiling dark tan skinned con dressed in dark purple armor with white fur on her shoulders and on the head on her back that matched her white hair, her outfit more tribal and shamanistic in appearance save for the shades on her eyes. Carnivac.
Starscream found her as useful as she was disgusting being half organic thanks to her birth on Eukaris.
And finally was a fair skinned, stern faced, and tall transformer with short red hair dressed in a dark green and white flying captain's outfit, even with a beret on. The kibble on her back made it clear she was a flier, almost a seeker, and the minigun that could be deployed from her wrist made it clear she was a "spray and pray" type of gunner. Skyquake.
Starscream loathed her. She was in the same boat as Astrotrain. But smarter. And unflinchingly loyal to Megatron and the code of honor she carried on her sleeve. And whenever she was around, more bots were prone to… sass back at Starscream. She gave them unnecessary amounts of confidence.
She inspired her warriors in ways whereas most others could not. Including Starscream.
Starscream found it naïve and a weakness that ought to be purged. As well as an obstacle. She'd have done it long ago were it not so… exhausting. Besides, there were bigger fish to fry.
Her and Skyquake locked eyes before the latter grunted with a deep, booming voice, "take us to lady Megatron. Being greeted by you is almost as bad as being greeted by an Autobot."
"At least we can kill those," laughed Carnivac, Flamewar following her laughter while Deadend merely shrugged.
Starscream was going to crack a tooth from all the grinding she was doing.
A large shifting sound drew her attention back from the commander to the vessel that carried them. Astrotrain had transformed in herself, revealing a giantess among the ranks of the cons. A large, pale beauty with long locks of purple wearing a dark gray ushanka on her head with a gold strip on it. Her outfit was that of a coat and tight pants, dark purple kibble scattered on her limbs, wings on her back.
Her deep red eyes looked down on Starscream as she breathed out some coolant with a smirk following on her face.
Starscream once again scoffed at the display, "needless showoff."
They all turned when they noticed a shadow loom over them from the hanger. Megatron stood there, smiling at her newly arrived troops.
Skyquake was the first to bow and the rest, save for Starscream, followed.
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"Lalala lala lalala," A Vehicon was happily humming to herself, holding a hot cup of morning energon, and watching over her monitors and readings with a keen eye.
Everything was going smoothly as usual, a new batch of cons freshly arriving, signatures and transmissions coming from space belonging to their own, and most likely owned of the bots and those below.
Pretty swell if Stephanie had to say so herself.
But then her eyes landed on a blip of something… large. And there were no signs of life on it, organic, silicon, or otherwise. But there was a slowly rising spike in energon signals. More than a good haul.
The bay doors opened to let in Megatron and Skyquake's team, save for Astrotrain since even she was too large to fit through the Nemesis corridors, "And that, Skyquake, shall be the final nail in the Autobot's coffin."
"To think such lower life forms could pilfer so much from us under," Skyquake rumbled as she wiped some of debris off her armor, "this shame can't go cleansed."
"Lady Megatron!" Stephanie shouted, getting the attention of all the cons in the room, "I've detected a large space hulk on a full course to Earth! Approximate arrival to be a Sol! It's teeming with energon!"
"Ah, excellent," Megatron chuckled as she turned back to her loyal warrior, "how fitting for your arrival, Skyquake. After a resource gathering, we will begin the next step."
Skyquake bowed, Flamewar, Carnivac, and Deadend following suit, "Me and my warriors live to serve your will, Lady Megatron."
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The two Autobots arrived back at the base and Bumblebee had noticed quite a few crates strewn about the bunker. A few were open with rather shiny looking tech visible. The scout whistled, "Mr. Sumdac knows how to provide."
"He gave us this not too long after we got to you," Ratchet explained as she started prepping up a table, "some of it is nearly Cybertronian. It at least feels that way."
"So, we're attaching my new weapon right?" Bumblebee asked as he took a seat on the table, "I'm not gonna lie, I'm kind of eager to try that Stinger Goldbug is packing."
"We are… but we have some issues that need addressing," Ratchet activated the terminal and Bumblebee had noticed the lack of Teletraan-1's voice. She would have said something by now.
Bumblebee asked her, "What's up?"
Ratchet looked him dead in the eyes and answered with a grim tone, "I don't have any anesthetics. And I know I won't have any for a long time."
Bumblebee nodded and cocked a brow up, "Okay… why would I need those?"
Ratchet sighed and leaned back against the console, careful not to press any of the buttons, "You said you came from an alternate timeline… and alternate universe, correct?"
"Yeah," Bumblebee placed his hand on his chest as his reality started to hit him again, "It's my body right?"
"Look at this," Ratchet gestured to the screen and pulled up what was a medical diagram for Cybertronians of this world. From the outer layer of anatomy down to the skeletal system. Still inorganic yet it almost mirrored the organic body structure in terms of layout and design, "What I'm basically telling you is this surgery is going to hurt… a lot. Our technology and those close to it are easy to simply replicate, they have to be built in, especially to access the full potential. This includes the type of Stinger you want and we have. And then it will have to correlate with your body type. Or else that could go out of whack."
Bumblebee narrowed his eyes and nodded. Thinking back from the war on Cybertron to his time on earth, weapons could either be built in and built out. This complication was unnerving, even with the potential for more power. And it's not like she sought it or anything like that.
Maybe it was better to stick with the "concussive laser" as they put it. Much less risky. At the very least this was educational and an option later. But as of right now?
"I think… we'll put this on the back burner then," Bumblebee brought his blaster and brandished it, "As much as I want some upgrades… I don't think I need a full on risky surgery."
Ratchet nodded, "good choice. Then I have an alternative," and she pulled out what looked like a sheathed wrist blade. Akin to a giant box cutter, "something to help enhance your close combat and practical use. Best of all, it'll go right on your plating, no need for your internal systems as you just have to give it a quick press. How about that?"
"Haven't used a blade in a while," Bumblebee mumbled as he picked it up to check it out. He nodded with a small smirk, "this will do."
Ratchet smiled back and gestured for him to come over. It would be a good fit for him. All it will take is some quick welding here and there on his left wrist.
It was a quick finish and Bumblebee gave his wrist a quick press. With a small "schlink" his blade popped out of his wrist, nearly as long as his forearm. He gave it a few waves before giving Ratchet a quick thumbs up, "it doesn't matter where, you're still the best medic and mechanic out there."
"I certainly try my best," Ratchet happily hummed, giving Bumblebee's shoulder a few pats until she heard the monitor begin beeping loudly. Both bots rushed over to see what was going on and Ratchet immediately muttered, "Primus… do you know what this is?"
Bumblebee had a vague idea of what those pings are, "Are those… Autobot signals?"
"Yes, multiple scattered through the plant. Teletraan-1!" Ratchet revived no response and shouted again, "Teletraan-1, respond!"
"Coming! I'm coming!" That was Teletraan-1's voice… from down the hall.
Next it was followed by the scream of Sari, "Easy! Easy!"
The medic and scout turned to see a relatively small or like bronze drone flying towards them, Sari holding onto the top of it, "Ah, Bumblebee, Ratchet, I was wondering why my sensors picked up testosterone and… hey, those are Autobot pod signals!"
Both bot's mouths were agape as they saw Teletraan-1 floating. She managed to extend a portion of her body and cock it to the side like it was her head and asked, "Uh, Cybertron to bots? The signals?"
"So, does that mean we're getting more bots on our side?" Sari stepped down from Teletraan-1 and pointed to Bumblebee, "Mind giving me a hand to see?"
Bumblebee snapped out of it first while Ratchet nodded as began pinpointing them, the former asking, "Weren't you just on Teletraan-1 here?"
Sari waved that off, saying, "She's way too hyperactive, even for me. And I wanna take a closer look."
Teletraan-1 connected to the port of the monitor and whistled, "Holy scrap, Ratchet, you need to get Optimus and quickly. We've got some new arrivals, looks like three of them, and they're coming in fast!"
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Three pods went into three locations, focused on Earth and spread throughout. Within the jungles of South America landed the first pod.
What stepped out was a fair skinned Autobot in an outfit colored red and white with a clear blue visor. She was dressed like a field medic with a red bandana covering her hair.
"I hope everyone is okay," She muttered to herself, her voice filled with worry.
She looked around before transforming into her Alt mode and driving into the dark bushes of the jungle.
The second crashed somewhere in the dark desert of the Mojave… and then something flew back up. Mostly white with red trim, save for the blue and yellow of her exposed bra through her open flak jacket. She transformed into her jet alternate and flew off.
She couldn't help but laugh to herself, "Man, these organic dominated worlds are always so interesting! Gah, stay focused!"
The third one landed somewhere in Greece. The pod door didn't open until she blasted it and stepped out with a bellowing, "Whoooo!"
She was colored red with white trim, a more exposed version of military style armor with only parts of her face exposed, revealing her dark brown skin and glowing blue eyes. Her most distinguishing feature was the cannon on her chest plate.
With a smirk behind that mask, she transformed into her tank mode and dashed off faster than she would be expected to.
The start of the Autobot reinforcements have arrived. And if they had noticed on the way, they would've noticed the vessel just behind them…
OMAKE: The Art of Seduction
"Knockout, we've caught you red handed!" Bumblebee shouted dramatically with Goldbug playing some sixties era action music.
Knockout and Breakdown froze in place, holding giant sacs over their backs, the latter yelling, "Damn, we've been caught red handed, literally in your case!"
"Hmhmhm, but this only provides me with an opportunity!" Knockout tittered as she pointed to Bumblebee, "I've discovered a weakness within the male species!"
Goldbug played a quick sound of shock while Bumblebee grit his teeth, "Impossible!"
"No… more than probable! Behold!" With a flourish, Knockout removed her outfit to reveal a swimsuit underneath that barely fit her body. She struck a pose and displayed her shapely, long legs, "Now watch as the Mech falls to pieces in his horniness!"
Bumblebee and Goldbug just gave her a deadpan stare, the former pointing at her, "First off… what's the appeal?"
A face of pure indignation and rage is what became of Knockout. She stomped on the ground and began ranting, "How dare you!? I'll have you know I was one of the top models of Velocitron as well as a doctor! Furthermore -"
"Second, I think it only affected Breakdown," Bumblebee added, cutting her off.
Confused, she turned around and noticed Breakdown was face down in a pool of energon around her head. Knockout squawked out, "B-Breakdown!"
And then she was zapped.
So ended today's crime. Goodnight.