They say never judge a book by it's cover. Well, you'd be more than dead if you tried to judge me by my appearance. I maybe small, but I pack a mean punch if you mess with me and my team... Oh, I'm sorry. That was rude... hey there! I'm Windswept! And boy, have I got a story to tell you. Well, what are you waiting for?! Get over here and get ready for my adventures on Team Prime!

Am I seriously doing this? Am I really?

Well, hey there guys. 3luv4eva3 here. Most of you readers may remember me as the writer of the following stories: The Hidden Stalker, Lost & Found, Awakened Drama and Nitrostorm. You'll also remember that I ended up bailing on those last three stories too due to what I would call a serious case of writer's block and losing the urge to write for those three stories. And some of you other readers may know me from writing a bit of Legends of Tomorrow throughout late last year and start of this year. You would've also notice that I eventually gave up on writing for quite some time.

I'm not going to get carried away with a story of my life. Rather, I want to do a test run. I want to post this chapter as a first of what could hopefully be a re-telling of the Transformers: Prime series through the positions of new characters, some OC and maybe one or two that I have brought in from elsewhere. I want to see if people would be interested in me rewriting the series my way, and if I get a good enough response, that sentence may just become a reality.

I have one main OC, which a few of you probably already know who that is going to be. She will tell most of the story from her optics, but in some cases, there will be scenes where it will simply be 'NO ONE'S P.O.V'. I have always wanted to do a rewrite of this series, but I have never been able to write successfully in no one's point-of-view. So while some scenes will be through the eyes of one specific character, most of the other scenes will not.

So here it is – Chapter One of Breakthrough.

- Transformers Prime does not belong to me. All rights go to the people and brands who were able to create this show.
- Windswept and a few other OC's that are featured in this chapter belong to me. (You'll just have to read on to see who the other OC's are)

(PS. The first bit is in Windswept's P.O.V)


Driving down this highway was like driving down the story of my life. I would look back at my life and try to figure out how I ended up right here on planet Earth ever time I was on patrol. I always narrowed it down to fate casting me free from the Decepticons, pretty much forcing me to beg to stay at the Iacon Hall of Records where I met my best friends and became part of the Autobots... What was the last one? Oh yeah, then fate shipped me away as one of the early Autobots to depart Cybertron under Alpha Trion's watchful optic. I carried to Earth a lot of secrets, secrets that could make it or break it for me.

I seemed to have forgotten to introduce myself. Well, my name is Windswept. In human terms, I'd be coming close to at least twenty years old, possibly older. I lost count of my Cybertronian age after finally coming to terms with the war on Cybertron. I am a mostly red Cybertronian with light blue highlights here and there. My history is something I don't like talking about so don't even ask. Was there anything else to add? Oh yeah, probably. Just not right now.

One of my teammates is telling me a good story.

"So there I am on the lookout when out of nowhere, these height beams light up my rear-view. And then it hits me. I'm illegally parked!" Cliffjumper recalled.

"Another parking ticket?" Arcee guessed with a sigh.

The three of us were sharing a private commlink only for the three of us. Since we all were quite close with one another than we were with the rest of the team, we always used this link to speak to one another rather than speaking over the main line everyone else used when something was urgent.

"Better. The Boot."

I laughed, "That big ol' metal tyre clamp that's a nightmare to remove?!"

"Bingo! So the local polies do their thing. I let them get all the way down the block. That's when I kicked off my new shiny shoe and BAM!" Cliffjumper explained excitedly.

"New York's finest soil themselves?"

"You know me, Arcee. You mess with Cliffjumper-"

"And you get the horns," Arcee and I finished at the same time as Cliffjumper chuckled.

"Not sure how that complies with Autobot rule number one: keep a low profile," Arcee reminded Cliff sternly as if she was warning him.

Really, Arcee? You really think he's gonna pay any attention to that?

"What can I say? Patrolling for Energon out here in Dullsville gets lonesome. Almost makes me miss the Decepticons."

"Like Jasper, Nevada's a party? We're alone wherever we travel on this rock, Cliff."

Over the comm, I could hear Cliffjumper go quiet for a moment, and for him, that's something he rarely does.

"I'm getting a signal," He suddenly announced.

"Need backup?"

"Do I ever need backup?"

"Just be careful, Cliff," I warned him.

"Me? Careful? You do know who I am right?" Cliffjumper asked sarcastically before switching off the commlink.

I sighed. Cliffjumper, Cliffjumper, Cliffjumper. What would Arcee and I ever do without you?


NO ONE'S P.O.V

Cliffjumper sped off as quickly as he could to get to the location the signal was telling him to go to. He eventually came up to the edge of a ditch. He would've been grinning at the sight of what he discovered had he had been in his true form.

"I just found a whole lot of Energon!" Cliffjumper calmly cheered.

Above him, the sky began to darken. A tell-tale sign that something was going to happen, and whatever it was, it wasn't going to be good. Transforming into his true Cybertronian form, he looked around, finding a flying ship waiting above him, "Decepticons!"

Before he had time to react, the ship fired at him, sending him into the Energon-filled ditch. He crashed face first into some of the shards of the Cybertronian lifeblood. Picking himself up and onto his rear, he watched as one by one, Decepticon drones came raining down on the edge of the ditch where he was just previously standing.

"Arcee, about that backup…," Cliffjumper trailed off, looking around at the Decepticon drones surrounding him from above, knowing straight away that he was outnumbered, "Fair warning, boys. I'm gonna put a few dings in ya."

That was all the warning he gave to the drones before transforming into his vehicle form. He sped up the rocky wall of the ditch, flying off it to scare the drones at the head of the pack. Transforming into his Cybertronian form, he readied his fist to give the drones a pounding of their lives.


WINDSWEPT P.O.V

I wasn't worried about Cliffjumper too much to be very honest. I knew he could take care of himself in a situation. What I was concerned about, however, was if he were to get himself into more trouble than he couldn't handle.

But hey, that's just Cliff I guess.

"Arcee to Optimus, the cons are back! Cliff might be neck deep in scrap."My spark started pounding when the main commlink came in and Arcee spoke through.

Maybe I should've been more worried after all.

"Ratchet, do you have Cliffjumper's co-ordinates?" Optimus Prime asked his friend.

"I'm locked on to his signal, Optimus, but our team is scattered around different time zones," I heard Ratchet say.

"Arcee, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, Windswept, rendezvous back at base and prepare to Groundbridge," Optimus instructed.

As much as I wanted to disagree and say we bridge straight away from each place we were in, disagreeing with Optimus never seemed to get me anywhere these days. So I decided to let it go. I gassed up and quickly drove my way down to Autobot Outpost Omega-1, our home, to bridge to Cliffjumper's aid. I looked up to that mech and if anything were to happen to him, I'd know I'd be going straight to the person who dared to take a step wrong.


NO ONE'S P.O.V

The Decepticon that Cliffjumper punched head on ended up flying into the ditch that the Autobot had previously been resting in. Two of the Decepticon drones would eventually join him in unconsciousness, having been knocked around, or out, by the red-coloured, horned Cybertronian.

However, the Decepticon drones had circled the Autobot, crowding around him, gaining them an advantage. One threw a punch at Cliffjumper, flinging him to the other side of the circle where another drone hit him. The next drone he stumbled upon actually hit him so hard in the face, part of his horn from one side of his helm came flying off.

The horn dug itself into the ground, not far away from where Cliffjumper would eventually land back where he started. In the Energon ditch. Landing back on his feet, the Autobot looked up to see that some of the Decepticon drones had followed him into the ditch, ready for a second round.

"You want the horns?" Cliffjumper asked, activating his blasters and allowing them to charge up with a whir, "You got them."

The Autobot let loose, shooting at the Decepticon drones with rapid fire shots. He managed to hit one out before the drones began shooting at him in an attempt to even their playing field. Cliffjumper danced around as he fired, making sure he wasn't hit by one of the blaster shots coming from hi enemies. He just needed to hold out until his teammates got to him to help.

A few of the fired shots he missed from the drones instead landed behind him and it wasn't long until one of them hit the Energon resting behind, causing a massive explosion of blue and grey smoke. It sent the Autobot flying away from where he was and into Decepticons hands literally.

With the Autobot now weakened even further from the explosion, the Decepticon drones were now free to grab him and begin dragging him up the ditch to the area where the ship above was resting, waiting to pick up its' occupants prize.


The blue and grey smoke continued to float around well up into the sky, allowing the occupants of the ship that was waiting high up in the sky to see what they had just lost.

This wasn't a normal ship though. This was a Cybertronian Warship know as the Nemesis. The Nemesis belonged to a bunch of Cybertronians known as the Decepticons. The Warship was home to many Decepticons. Especially three of them.

Leading the Decepticons were the (supposedly) untrustworthy Starscream and his sister, the sassy Slipstream (AN: The toy version of her is what she looks like). And sitting on Slipstream's shoulder was the Decepticon's little project that they had been working on over the years since they had last encountered the Autobots. Rebecca Rose.

The teenage girl had clear pale skin with a slim and tall build. She had chocolate brown eyes and dark brownish-red wavy hair, a black headband fitted with a large black bow tilted to the left on her head. The girl wore a red short-sleeved crop top, a black high-waisted ruffle skirt and matching block heel ankle boots. She wore small ruby rose studs and two loose black bracelets on her left wrist. She had matte dark red lips, long black eyelashes with eyeliner and sharp glitter black nails. Hooked on her skirt at the hip were a trio boomerangs.

She portrayed the innocence of a sweet sixteen year-old female who didn't look like she could hurt a fly, but her appearance was only hiding her true persona.

"The Energon," Starscream hummed, "It's worthless to me now."

"It's worthless to us, Starscream," Slipstream corrected, earning her a growl in response from her brother.

"Oh well. We still got ourselves an Autobot!" Rebecca shrugged, excitement evidently building in her voice.

The trio turned to find two Vehicons walking up with the severely weakened red mech they knew was the Autobot Rebecca was talking about.

"Cliffjumper," Slipstream identified with a hum.

The first Decepticon Cliffjumper spotted was, unfortunately for the Decepticon, Starscream. "'Scream. It's been a while." The Autobot spluttered, coughing up a little Energon, "Where's your master?"

"Never mind him, it is none of your importance!" Slipstream snapped.

"Slipstream," Cliffjumper hummed with a smirk, "Now I see why Megatron hasn't come back yet."

"How dare you speak to Slipstream like that!" Rebecca snarled, holding up one of her sharp boomerangs to threaten the Autobot.

Starscream quickly grew bored, and a little impatient, "I am my own master now!" Freeing his sharp talons known as his digits, he stabbed Cliffjumper through the chest with his own claws, relishing in the groans and moans Cliffjumper made from the pain, "Any last questions?"

CIiffjumper couldn't respond as his lifeblood slowly leaked out from the wound. When Starscream removed his hand from his enemy, the Autobot fell to his knees before collapsing fully on the ground before the twins and the human.

"Clean that up," Starscream ordered, not caring about the mess.

Rebecca looked on the monitor behind them, "We must leave. The Autobots are going to arrive any second and we don't want to be spotted here when one Autobot in particular finds out what's happened."

The Vehicons that had brought Cliffjumper in began dragging the now lifeless Autobot away from the scene. At the same time, the Decepticon Warship began making it's course elsewhere.


WINDSWEPT P.O.V

When we arrived at the co-ordinates, I leaped out of the Groundbridge first, activating my blasters. My optics darted all over the place in search of our comrade. I couldn't see him, and that only made my spark beat harder in worry. I heard the sound of someone arriving after me. I looked over my shoulder, seeing Ratchet about to come through.

Ratchet was the orange and white medic of Team Prime. He was Optimus' closest friend and deep down had a big spark for all of us. Even if I did get on his nerves a bit, I was in there. He's like a father figure to me. He took over the role as soon as I arrived on Earth, stating that I needed to be watched over given my history. Am I really that untrustworthy?

The next to appear out of the 'Bridge was Bulkhead. A former Wrecker, the big green Autobot also has a huge spark, but also a soft one. I look up to him as an older brother. He's really cool and funny and sweet. He'd be great with kids. Okay, getting off track. The main thing is that if you need a shoulder to cry on, he's your guy.

The blue Autobot, Arcee, joined us next. At first, I didn't think she liked me much given that I was formerly a Decepticon. But she slowly warmed to me thankfully. She's like a sister to me with a similar history too. During the war on Cybertron, a partner of hers was killed before her optics and since then, I hear she changed dramatically. We've sort of bonded over the loss of our partners over the years we've spent on Earth together and we've slowly grown closer with the help of Cliffjumper. Losing him would not only be a massive blow to me, but to her too.

Immediately following her was Bumblebee. The black and yellow scout's my age, but slightly older. Like me, he lost his innocence during the war. He was striped of his voice-box by Megatron on Cybertron and since then, I hear he wasn't the same. I bet it was hard on him, having something ripped apart from him. I've felt that kind of pain before. I feel for him as a brother, someone I've haven't really had since I left my home world.

Here came Team Prime's leader Optimus Prime. My red and blue leader was someone I looked up to. In my dreams, I wished to be a Prime. His duty is the same as mine: to protect and serve. Inside, I know, the former Orion Pax, who was taught to me by the great Alpha Trion, is still in there somewhere. Someone just has to dig it out for him and the only person I know who could do that is Megatron.

Everyone had their weapons activated, ready to attack the enemy. Unfortunately for us, no one was around. If Cliffjumper was here, then where was he?

"An untapped Energon deposit," Optimus observed as he deactivated his weapons

"What's left of it," Bulkhead piped in as everyone else mimicked our leader.

"The first Decepticon activity in three years," Ratchet pointed out.

I huffed and retorted quickly, "That we know of."

Optimus removed his face guard, nodding at me in agreement, "If the Decepticons are scouting for Energon, they may be preparing for his return."

Arcee and Bumblebee began bouncing around on the rocks on their way down to the bottom. Arcee began searching for anything to give us clues about what could have possibly happened. As I made my way down to join her, I took in the view of the ditch. Well, what was left it. The faint grey smoke that was floating around us had a tint of blue within it - there must've been a battle. I wanted to wonder who won, but because no one was still here, I automatically had a feeling the victor wasn't Cliff.

I walked up to Arcee just as she gasped, bending down and picking up an object, "No." When she stood to full height, she held out her hand and showed me the object.

Icy waves crashed over me.

Cliffjumper's horn.

"Ratchet, can you track his position?" I heard Optimus ask desperately.

Arcee grabbed my arm in fear of the outcome. I grabbed her hand and squeezed it for comfort. We watched Ratchet open up the mini computer he installed into his wrists just the other day. His optics lit up at the sight of hope. Then the light faded away.

"No... Cliffjumper's life signal just went offline," Ratchet announced sadly.

Arcee nearly broke down as she hugged me close. I also kept my emotions in check. Because when my emotions went loose, they led me to crazy things. I just clutched onto Arcee as we begged Primus to keep Cliffjumper safe.


NO ONE'S P.O.V

After the dead corpse of the former Autobot Cliffjumper was taken away, the Decepticon Warship continued its' flight, waiting for any kind of signal that required their attention to pop up.

As Starscream, Slipstream and Rebecca overlooked the sight of nothing but the computers before them, their eyes and ears for their side of the war silently walked up behind them.

Slipstream's audio receptors twitched at the silent noise, her arms folded behind her back and looking over her shoulder, "Soundwave, what can we help you with?"

"Like Jasper, Nevada's a party? We're alone wherever we travel on this rock cliff."

Slipstream turned around, looking at Soundwave with a thoughtful expression as she recognised the voice.

"The one called Arcee," Starscream hummed.

Rebecca stood on the control pad, "The one Cliffjumper was most closest with."

Soundwave suddenly played another recording, "Just be careful, Cliff."

"Windswept," Rebecca spat out as if the name was poison in her mouth.

"Well, why slay just one Autobot while we still have the advantage of surprise?" Slipstream grinned evilly, a plan already forming in her mind and moving away from her brother.

"And where do you think you're going?" Starscream questioned immediately.

Slipstream looked over her shoulder with a smirk, "I have unfinished business that I would like to tend to. You're not welcome to join me."


WINDSWEPT P.O.V

We pulled ourselves together and headed out onto a cliff not too far away from where our friend was killed. The sun began setting at the perfect moment as the memorial began. Arcee walked up to the small burial area which consisted of only rocks as Optimus began his speech for Cliffjumper.

"We must not allow our anger over the loss of Cliffjumper to impair our judgement. As of today, only we six Autobots remain on this Earth. We owe it to ourselves; to the memory of Cybertron; to any Autobots in any galaxy seeking safe harbour; to humankind."

During the speech, Arcee placed down the horn, allowing it to rest before we were to bury it properly after the grieving part was over. I walked up beside her and squeezed her arm.

"And we owe it to the memory of our fallen comrade to survive."

Arcee patted my hand before pulling away from me and away from us altogether.

"Arcee…" Optimus began, but failed to continue.

"If Cliff's gone, standing around here sulking won't bring him back. So unless anyone minds, think I'll get back to protecting humankind," Arcee decided bitterly before walking away.

I went to join her, but Optimus grabbed my shoulder. I looked at him with my optics pleading. But he refused. I folded my arms and sulked to myself as we watched Arcee transform and drive away from us.

"Optimus, helping humans will only result in more tragedy," Ratchet warned us as Bulkhead and Bumblebee silently moved away and left us to deal with their grief in their own ways.

"Your opinion is noted," Optimus nodded before gazing worriedly at the retreating figure of Arcee.

"Optimus..." I began when Ratchet left us, but my voice failed to continue.

A Groundbridge opened up behind us, Optimus guiding me towards it, "I know your emotions, Windswept. They are like my own. We must let them out in our way at home."

I pulled away from him and stared at the direction Arcee disappeared into, "I think I might keep an eye on Arcee. If anything happened to her..."

"Windswept..." Optimus warned me.

It was too late. I had already made up my mind. I transformed into my Kawasaki 250r motorcycle form and drove away from the burial scene. I looked in my rear-view mirrors and saw Optimus watching me. After a few moments, he disappeared into the Groundbridge and eventually the 'Bridge did too.

I knew Optimus was worried about me. He didn't have to. Arcee and Cliffjumper were the ones that were the most closest... But me and Cliffy came a close second. He was the older brother figure to me, like Bulkhead. Where Bulkhead made me laugh, Cliffjumper made me smile. He just had that aura about him.

And now that he's gone, that aura just faded away to wherever that red mech had gone to now.


NO ONE'S P.O.V

Meanwhile, in a busier part of Jasper, Nevada, a local fast food chain was waiting for the evening rush of customers to end its' run for the night. Thankfully, for the sixteen year old blue eyed and black haired boy working at the drive-through section of the restaurant, the rush had settled and all that was left was one vehicle waiting in the line.

"Welcome to KO Drive-In where the patties are a knockout. May I take your order?" The boy spoke into the microphone.

"Uh, two super combos, extra fries."

"OK. dos número two's. Anything else?" The boy asked, preparing the orders required of the customer.

"Yeah. Some advice. How do I get an awesome job like yours?"

The boy starred angrily through the window as the tormenting laughter rang through out the speakers near his ears. There was nothing wrong with his job really. He worked decent hours, he got paid – even if it weren't that much – and he did enjoy working there most of the time.

Then there were people like the guy ordering his meal who made the boy wish he could work somewhere else.

But where else was he going to find a decent job like this one?

"So that's two not-as-funny-as-we-think-we-are combos with a side of bite-me?" The boy snapped, placing the bags on the counter harshly.

The laughter from the microphone stopped suddenly, "What'd you say?"

The boy seethed, grabbing the microphone and speaking in a warning tone, "$5.59, sir, at the window."

The boy turned away for a moment, knowing how the routine went. The customers would pull up, pick up the order, pay for the meal and drive off to enjoy their dinner.

However, they forgot one important step.

The boy should've known the customers wouldn't pay by the way they cracked up with laughter as they drove off to enjoy their meal and possibly cause trouble elsewhere.

"Hey!" The boy shouted, slamming his fist down on the counter in frustration, "I have to pay for that."

The boy continued on with his job even more depressed than before, knowing very well he didn't have long before his shift was over and he could go home for the night.


WINDSWEPT P.O.V

I entered Jasper feeling empty. Me and Cliffjumper would always race around town, signalling the local law enforcement every once and a while. Our way of escaping them was fun - we either put pedal to the metal and just drove the hell outta town and towards base or we waited for the right time and just got Bumblebee to open the Groundbridge for us.

Optimus and Ratchet were never pleased with the three of us, but it was how we kept ourselves busy. How I kept myself busy from my thoughts.

I drove slowly around the town and past the local buildings until I eventually grew tired, parking up in a parking space on the opposite side of the Drive-In restaurant I decided to rest at. Bored, I thought about comming Arcee on the private link we were using with Cliffjumper before... well, before his death.

The private link will only be shared by the two of us from now on.

My audio receptors twitched at the revving of an engine. Mirrors looking around, I spotted a lone blue motorcycle pulling up in the parking lot close to the doors of the fast food chain. My mirrors also caught sight of twin Decepticon Vehicons travel down the road as if they were searching for someone.

Or maybe searching for a certain blue Autobot by the name of Arcee.

Her holoform disappeared and her motorcycle stand appeared for her to rest on.

I wanted to comm her and see how she was doing. But I don't really want to get my head bitten off by a grieving Arcee. Maybe later.

I rested for a moment with my holoform still activated, taking in the fact Cliffjumper was gone. As in, truly gone. Not coming back.

The last time I lost someone close to me was back on Cybertron when I lost someone I cared for as a brother. Although debatable considering I never heard word of whether he was truly dead or not, I allowed myself to think that, since he disappeared weeks before the death of our home world, he had been killed discovering the plans for what was happening to Cybertron from the Decepticon's point of view.

The sound of music coming from behind me had me nearly leaping in fright. I moved my mirrors and spotted a teenaged boy pulling out a small device from his back pocket. He flipped it open, stopping the music, spoke into the device

"Hey, mum. I just got off. …no. I'm not going to the dance. Experience suggests I should never cut a rug…unless I'm installing carpet... Be careful? Seriously? This is Jasper," The boy scoffed, wandering around a little bit as he was spoke. Then he suddenly paused, spotting Arcee's vehicle form sitting in front of him. "I love you…" He whispered to the motorcycle. Realising he still had the device in hand, he spoke into it again, "Yeah. I love you too, mum. I gotta run." He switched off his device and put it away, heading towards Arcee.

What is he doing?

"Hello, beautiful. Where have you been all my life?" The boy asked, overlooking the motorcycle form of Arcee. He allowed his hands to drift over the curves of the seat. "Nice..." He trailed off once more as he started to hop onto the vehicular form. "It may take a few KO pay checks. But I am going to own a ride like you someday,"

If only he knew that this ride was one of a kind...

"Are you talking to your motorcycle?" A girl laughed in front of him, a shorter girl beside her also giggling.

"My motorcycle?" The boy squeaked, knowing that he had been caught, "Uhmmm no... I-I mean, yes, yes! It's mine! But uhhh... I-I'm not talking... It was to you I-I am."

Oh dude, that's not how you talk to a girl...

"How's things, Sierra?" The boy asked, rubbing the back of his head, "Take you for a spin sometime?"

Something was happening. Arcee had gone all rigid and her rear-view mirrors started twitching. I moved mine and spotted the twin Decepticon drones she had escaped from earlier start zoning in on her.

"You know my name?" The girl the boy referred to as Sierra asked disbelievingly.

"We're in home-room together. I'm Jack. Jack Darby?" The boy, who called himself Jack, reminded her.

The Decepticon drones revved their engines, shining their lights on the human trio and Arcee's vehicle form. The humans shielded their eyes as I straightened up my vehicle form.

The girls ran away screaming as the drones started driving towards Arcee and the boy. Suddenly, my friend revved up and sped towards the drones. I internally freaked out, trying to figure out what she was doing. She slipped through the gap between the Vehicons and drove out of the car-park with the boy still on-board.

"Scrap!" I muttered, quickly following the Vehicons tailing her.

As I began chase on the Vehicons chasing Arcee and the boy still clutching onto her, I could hear the sound of a jet behind me. I looked through my rear-view mirror and growled when I recognised the blue and purple colour scheme.

Slipstream.

I made a snap decision to try changing my direction course to get Slipstream to follow me. I had no idea where I was going, nor what I was doing, but as long as she didn't go and follow Arcee like the Vehicons, it didn't matter.

I have unfinished business with that femme. I need to finish it. And I'm not going to allow her to get away with anything more.

Looking in my mirror, she activated her missiles, already aiming towards me.

Oh scrap, oh scrap, oh scrap!

I guess if those missiles were to go off anywhere, out in the desert where no one can see or find us wouldn't be a bad place to allow those missiles to hit.

I was so thankful when the missiles missed me and instead hit the road ahead. Quickly, I changed my course again, heading back towards town and to a bridge that oh so magically appeared ahead.

The roar of engines signalled to me that Slipstream was now flying right above me now with no intentions to shoot anywhere... Yet.

"How you been, 'Swept?"

I wanted to be sick at the sound of her saying my nickname.

"I heard about Cliffjumper. I'm sorry for you and Arcee's loss," Slipstream apologised with fake remorse.

"When I get my hands on whichever one of you 'Cons extinguished his spark, Arcee and I will show no mercy," I warned her.

Slipstream laughed loudly, "That's if you get the chance to."

She shot another missile, this one being directed to the bridge in front of me. There were already roadworks signalling that I couldn't go any further.

Oh bloody scrap.

As the missile went off at the bridge right ahead, I pulled to a hard left, flying over the guardrail. I transformed and dug the heels of my feet into the ground while Slipstream flew over me and changed course. I stood up straight despite being on a lean with the way the ground was shaped, activating my blasters at the oncoming figure of the blue and purple space jet, shooting rapidly at the approaching form.

Slipstream ploughed into me nose first into my stomach, lifting me off the ground and down towards the area below the bridge. I gripped onto her form as tightly as possible, not wanting to slip off and plummet towards the ground.

I looked down below me and found Arcee's motorcycle form surrounded by not one, but two human boys below the bridge. I could hear more revving close by. I looked around and found the Decepticon drones start driving towards the boys and Arcee.

Slipstream continued her journey to fly around in an attempt to shake me off. Eventually I decided to let go - I wasn't too far off the ground now and I knew I could land on my feet from here.

As Arcee transformed into her Cybertronian form in front of the now standing Decepticon drones, I landed behind her on my feet, one hand flat on the ground to stable myself and not end up with my face in the concrete.

Arcee wasn't too surprised to find me standing behind her, "About time."

"Not my fault Slipstream decided to join the party," I huffed, standing to full height.

Said Decepticon transformed and landed a distance ahead of me with a smirk, standing to full height.

"This ends here Cons!" Arcee shouted, charging towards the drones.

Slipstream licked her lips, "When you're ready 'Swept, we can finish this."

I charged at the glitch with a growl, firing shot after shot at her. I couldn't allow her to get away with anything else. Not after what she did.

When I was closer to her, I threw punch after punch to her. She smirked when I missed and instead punched me hard in the stomach. Then she twirled and kicked me in the side, the force pushing me into the air and landing away from her.

I already knew that revenge was clouding my judgement, but I couldn't allow her to get away with anything else. I leaped back up, despite the pain around my waist, and fought against her using simple melee combat. This time however, I managed to land a few shots on her, the worst one on her face-plate where I could see some Energon coming out of her cheek.

"You're angry," she started as I forced her arm away from me before she shot me with her missiles, "Angry that I took away your partner."

"Don't tempt me to kill you," I muttered darkly, "I'd hate to run out on the battlefield and realise I wouldn't have to face you because you're offline!" I also didn't want to kill her because of the humans watching the fights between Slipstream and I and Arcee and the Decepticon drones.

"What are they?" I heard the youngest boy ask.

"Talking cars that turn into robots…or the other way around," The older boy, I remember his name being Jack or something like that, guessed.

Slipstream snarled with a laugh, looking at the boys, "Look at them. They want to know who you are."

"Leave them alone!" I screamed, standing up from the latest blow and preparing myself to deliver a shot at the Decepticon femme.

I heard Arcee yell out suddenly and before I knew it, something collected me from behind, sending me skidding onto the pavement. I looked up at Slipstream now standing with the Vehicons getting ready to attack either me or Arcee, who must have been the one to knock me over after a hit from one of the drones. She was now on her back and preparing to get back up.

The sound of a revving engine made me look up and watch as Bumblebee drove off the cliff, transform and land squarely on one of the Decepticon drones before punching the other one away from him. Spinning around and spotting Slipstream nearing the humans, he surprised her by grabbing her waist and throwing her away from them and back to the drones.

As Arcee and I got back onto our feet, we began making our way to Bumblebee. There was a crunching sound, making Bumblebee look down at whatever he had crushed. He looked over at the humans, apologising to them for destroying whatever it was he stepped on.

"No problem," The small kid replied, "Really."

Wait what?

Before Bumblebee could look back, and before I could let the fact that the small boy understood Bumblebee sink in, Slipstream managed to land a shot on him, sending him plummeting to the ground. She sauntered up to him, stepping on his helm like he did when he first landed onto the scene and onto one of those drones.

"Stay down, little Bee," She advised with a sickly sweet tone, stepping away from him and allowing him to look up at her and the Vehicons, who had now activated their blasters and were preparing to shoot him.

"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" We all looked over at the small boy who yelled at Slipstream and the Decepticons drones. The trio of Decepticons pointed their weapons at the humans, the youngest one who gulped, "Please."

Jack bent down beside the boy, "Bad call."

Slipstream looked at one of the Decepticon drones, "Get them."

The drone nodded and began to stalk his prey. The humans, also currently known as the prey to the Decepticons, quickly made a choice and began running for their lives away from the drone.

Bumblebee began his chase after the drone, racing to stop him from going anywhere near the humans. Slipstream quickly went follow to stop him, but I tackled her to ground to ensure she wouldn't go very far.

Slipstream snarled and activated her claws, throwing me off her frame and a few feet away. I managed to land on my feet and straighten up a little. She caught me by surprise and grabbed my wrists when I nearly fell before her from the lack of energy. She brought my face close, "You couldn't kill me even if you tried. Besides, without you, Megatron wouldn't have anyone to fight for."

"He…wishes," I wheezed. Why in the name of Cybertron would she ever say something like that?

Slipstream kneed me in the stomach, sending me over to Bumblebee and Arcee, who were helping each other up after being knocked around by the Decepticon drones. They helped me to my feet before we stood together in a fighting stance, Arcee and I standing beside Bumblebee while Slipstream stood ahead of the drones.

Round two was about to begin when we saw some light shine onto the 'Cons. We looked behind us just as the sound of a horn went off, a green off-road vehicle storming onto the scene. Leaping up, the vehicle transformed mid air, revealing himself to be none other than Bulkhead. He landed behind us, smashing his fists together and eyeing up the Decepticons eagerly.

"Who's ready to rumble?!" He yelled in a battle cry.

Slipstream took one look at the four of us before muttering something to the Decepticon drones. They transformed and scattered away behind her.

Slipstream looked at us individually, her optics resting on me, "This isn't over. The Decepticons are back. And we're stronger than we've ever been. Let Optimus know the good news." With that said, Slipstream transformed, taking to the skies and never looking back.

With the threat of the Decepticons over for now, we relinquished our stance, Bumblebee resting his hands on his knees and me falling to one knee to rest.

"What took you?" Arcee asked, hands at her sides.

"Traffic," Bulkhead shrugged in an answer.

I looked up at Bulkhead with a simple, "Seriously?"


After a short drive back to Autobot base, Optimus knew immediately that something had occurred. He sat us down quickly to debrief the latest battle between us and Slipstream and her drones.

"And the 'Cons would've been scrap metal if I hadn't been distracted by the human," Arcee finished up with a grumble.

"Human," Optimus repeated in surprise.

"Yeah there was just one. Another human boy spotted us a little later," Bumblebee explained, holding up two fingers.

"Two boys," Optimus nodded.

"I guess the second one caught us in action. I don't know. Was a little busy at the time," Arcee grumbled further, looking at Bumblebee.

"If the Decepticons are targeting us, anyone perceived as our ally will be a grave risk," Optimus told us.

"So we're just gonna ignore Slipstream and her warning to us?" Arcee asked.

"Warning?" Optimus questioned, looking down at me standing next Bumblebee.

"Oh that," I shrugged sheepishly, momentarily forgetting the most important part of the story.

Arcee glared at me before looking at Optimus, "She warned us that the 'Cons are back and they're stronger than they've ever been."

Optimus seemed to wait for a moment, thinking about the words Arcee repeated to him.

Ratchet looked up when he realised who we were talking about. He turned around and faced me, "You know Slipstream better than anyone here. What do you think?"

I allowed myself to think about this one for a second. Slipstream and Starscream. They may be complete idiots sometimes, but they're certainly not that stupid. Slipstream has been well known to throw the dummy card out to fool others at times. And most of the time, it works in her favour.

I looked up at Ratchet, then at Optimus, "Slipstream's no fool. She's either dead serious or playing us. In this case though, after three years without a word from them, I don't know what to think."

Optimus nodded, allowing the words to sink in for a moment. Then he looked at the three of us before looking over to Ratchet, "Contact Bulkhead and request him to return to base. We have important matters to discuss."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" I asked our leader.

Optimus looked at me and only nodded with a knowing look.


"Remind me again why Optimus insisted on me joining you guys?" I asked her with a bored tone.

"Because he wanted me and 'Bee to pick up the kids while you stay on patrol and watch out for any other signs of danger," Arcee told me with a sigh.

We were waiting at the local school named Jasper High to pick up the two human boys that Arcee, Bumblebee and I had accidentally revealed ourselves to last night. Well, I wouldn't exactly call it accident 'cause we were just doing their job and the humans just happened to be there. Things happen for a reason, so maybe we were meant to meet these two humans.

I was parked up a few parking spaces away from Arcee on the opposite side of the lot, my mirrors looking out for anything suspicious or anyone in particular. As we waited, I watched two girls walk out of the school and wander to another girl sitting on the railing beside the stairs that went up into the school. The girl on the railing was drawing something on her book, her drawing pencils scattered beside her.

"Coolest...bikes...ever..." I heard the girl compliment.

"Hey Miko!" One of the girls greeted the girl named Miko.

This girl had straight black hair with the odd blue streak tied up in a messy bun with blue eyes and pale skin. She looked to be shorter than her friend standing beside her, but I couldn't really tell. She was wearing a black strapless top with a matching mini-skirt and black ankle boots with one loose chain around each one. She also had countless silver bracelets on her arm.

"Hey Amy," Miko greeted with a hum as she looked at her drawing then she looked up to the girl beside 'Amy', "Hey Carly!"

The girl named Carly had long light brown hair and brown eyes. She had many freckles dancing around her face, was quiet slim and was at average height. She looked to have very tanned skin. She was wearing a pale blue denim shirt with rolled up sleeves, pale pink jeans and light brown sandals. She was also wearing a gold heart-shaped necklace. It looked like there was something engraved on it, but I couldn't see what it was, no matter how much I zoomed in my optics.

"Hey," Carly greeted, "So we have a history project due Tuesday. You guys wanna come over to my place and get started?" I swear I could hear a slight accent in her voice, but I couldn't tell what it was.

"Sure!" Amy decided with a grin and pulled out a device similar to what that boy was using yesterday, "Just lemme ring B and tell her." The girl walked away with the device pressed to her ear.

Miko looked up and showed a puzzled expression on her face, "Huh? Where did the other bike go?"

"Windswept, where are you? I need some help talking the older human into coming with us."

I looked around and sure enough, Arcee had disappeared. I also looked across the street where Bumblebee was supposed to be waiting and he had also gone. When the two girls looked away from me, I quietly activated my holoform and drove away from them.

"Where are you?" I asked my friend.

"Back of the school just around the corner."

I drove around the corner that Arcee had said she was at and sure enough, there she was in her Cybertronian mode attempting to talk the older human into coming with us. The boy paused for a moment, seeing that there was no way out of the problem he's stumbled upon.

"Look, Jack is it?" Arcee questioned, bending down to meet Jack's level, "Your personal safety is exactly why Optimus Prime has requested your presence!"

"Wait. Optimus who?" Jack demanded.

My friend got into his personal space, "You may be in danger because you are one of the few – one of the only – who have ever seen us!"

"DUDE! WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? GO WITH!"

If I was in my Cybertronian form right now, I would be cringing with frustration. Two of the three girls from earlier were standing at the edge of the corner. The one named Miko had an excited look on her face at the sight of us. The other one, Carly I think, didn't look as interested, but still looked like she wanted to know more about the scene before her.

Great.

"Scrap." Arcee looked like she had enough. She looked at my vehicle form in anger, "I thought Optimus told you to keep an eye out on the other humans."

Deactivating my holoform, I drove up to her. The reactions I got was Carly gasping, Miko smiling even more and Jack just slapping his forehead in frustration. If I were in my Cybertronian form, I'd be shrugging, "Sorry 'Cee. Guess I'm not in the right head space today."

"You and me both," I heard her mutter as she transformed into her vehicle form. She pointed her front tyre at Jack, "You know these two?"

"HI! I'm Miko!" Miko greeted enthusiastically.

"And I'm Carly," Carly smiled brightly. I could see from the angle I was on, she was looking at Jack with a twinkle in her eye. Hmmm, interesting.

"Okay," Arcee hummed, "Jack and Miko, come with me. Carly, you go with Windswept."

"We have some other people to introduce you to," I told them as Carly got on my motorcycle form.

"What other people?" Jack questioned in a mutter, but neither of us answered.

Once Jack and Miko were on Arcee, we began making our way through Jasper and out of town. Opening up the private com-link to Arcee so no one else could hear us, I apologised once more, "I'm sorry Arcee."

I heard her sigh, "It's okay Windswept. I know that these two days haven't been good to us."

"Maybe we should take this as a good thing," I began. Before I could finish my sentence, I could already hear Arcee growl at the thought, "Don't be like that! You know I always believe that things happen for a reason. This could be one of them."

"You better be right," Arcee grumbled as we heard Miko scream in delight.

By now we were on the back roads heading to our base. At this point, we had caught up to Bumblebee with his passenger safely inside. Carly just looked a bit uncertain with what was going on while Jack was fuming at the sound of Miko's cheering.

"Is she always like this?" I asked my passenger.

Carly just sighed, "You'll get used to it."

I don't think I ever will at this rate.

"And why exactly are we taking her?" Jack demanded.

"Rules," Arcee and I answered, me grinning inside my motorcycle form when we passed the familiar stop sign and began heading to the rock cliff where my 'home' was waiting for us.

At the sight of the rock cliff, Miko quietened down. I could feel Carly's hands tighten on the handle bars, probably unsure of what was going on.

Jack was now the one shouting, "Hey. Wait! WHOA!"

The familiar rocky face disappeared and the mechanic doors opened. It revealed a secret tunnel with the ground looking like normal road paving. We drove through at normal speed before I heard the doors shut behind us and soon the rocky cliff would protect those doors from the rest of Jasper. I heard a gasp from Miko while we slowed down to enter the computer room. Ratchet doesn't like us speeding in unless it was ABSOLUTELY necessary.

Stupid rules.

"Cool," I heard the little boy sigh dreamily.

"Whoa," Jack and Miko gasped more as Bulkhead began entering the room while Ratchet just watched us pull up. That was when they and Carly hopped off Arcee and I while the little boy got out of Bumblebee. This allowed us to transform back into our normal forms.

"I thought there were two," Ratchet recalled.

"Haven't you heard? Humans multiply," Arcee stated dryly.

"I'm Raf," Raf introduced himself.

"I'm Miko!" Miko also introduced herself, running up to Bulkhead, "Who are you?"

"Bulkhead," The green wrecker introduced himself warily. I inwardly giggled.

"Are you a car? I bet you're a truck! A monster truck! Do you like heavy metal? How much do you weigh? Ever use a wrecking ball for a punching bag?" Miko began asking. Bulkhead just stood there with his mouth agape.

"Miko," Carly shook her head, "Give him time to answer the first question FIRST!"

"Carly?" The girl looked around when she heard her name and found it came from the little boy.

"Rafael?" She whispered as she walked over to him. She bent down and hugged him, "What are you doing here?"

"I was there when they were fighting," Rafael told her. I could tell he was hugging her tighter, "I'm glad you're here."

Carly ended the hug and stood up properly, playing with Raf's hair, "Me too, little bro."

That's when I started to realise how much they looked alike. The light brown hair and brown eyes were exactly the same. I pieced two and two together and after adding the little comment and her playing with his hair, everything made sense, "You guys are siblings."

"Damn right!" Carly smiled, looking at her little brother, "And I wouldn't have it any other way."

That melted my spark and just about brought a small tear to my optic.

"So if you guys are robots, who made you?" Raf questioned.

"Puh-lease," Ratchet scoffed to himself.

I rolled my eyes at Ratchet's comment just as the ground began shaking underneath our feet. As much as I wanted to say, 'Oh who could that be?', I decided to keep my mouth shut for Optimus' respect. And just as I think of his name, here he was. Blue, red and tall. Very tall. I looked at the children's reactions – they were in awe. Even Miko ran over to join the others to have a look at the Prime.

"We are Autonomous Robotic Organisms from the planet Cybertron. Also known as Autobots," Optimus announced to them.

Bravely taking a couple of steps forward, Jack asked the question that was probably on all of the humans minds, "Why are you here?"

"To protect your planet from the Decepticons," Optimus answered simply.

"The jokers who tried to bump us off last night," Arcee reminded Jack.

"Okay," Carly slowly nodded, "Why are THEY here?" She took a few steps forward to join Jack.

"A fair question, Carly," Optimus told the teenager as he knelt before the humans, "In part, they are here because our planet is uninhabitable; ravaged by centuries of civil war."

"Why were you fighting a war?" Raf questioned.

"For most, over control of our world supply of Energon, the fuel and life-blood of all Autobots and Decepticons alike. The combat was fierce and endured for centuries. In the beginning, I fought alongside one whom I considered a brother. But in war, ideals can be corrupted. And it was thus that Megatron lost his way," Optimus explained.

It was a terrible thing to remember. To see it was painful, but to even think of those red optics just haunted me every time I look back on what was the War for Cybertron.

Miko sighed, bringing me out of my thoughts. and twirled her hair, "Is there gonna be a quiz?"

Carly rolled her eyes at Miko's comment as Jack looked at Optimus, "So what does Megatron or any of this have to do with us?"

"Megatron has not been seen or heard from in some time. But if his return is imminent, as I fear, it could be catastrophic," Optimus answered.


NO ONE P.O.V

When Slipstream had returned the day before after her battle with the Autobots, she was pleased to have given out the warning to the Autobots. She wanted to fool them, to prove to them that she nor her brother were weak and pathetic like some of the Autobots had originally thought.

But when Soundwave walked up behind her and Starscream, a flashing, beeping signal emanating from him coming from beyond their reach, Slipstream knew deep down that her warning wasn't as hopeless as she first thought.

"Those transmissions are emanating from deep space," Starscream immediately protested, turning to face the silent Decepticon, "I would hate to waste the Energon." Looking at his sister, who was smirking with glee, he looked back at Soundwave reluctantly, "Unless you are absolutely certain."

Soundwave only nodded his head in confirmation.

Starscream groaned in annoyance, looking at Slipstream. With a smirk and a nod, she looked over a Decepticon slave who was waiting for instruction from one of the twins.

"Lock onto those transmission coordinates and activate the space bridge," The evil Decepticon femme requested.

The Decepticon drone nodded at the request, typing in the transmission coordinates. And before Starscream could regret allowing his sister to make such a decision, the Spacebridge began opening somewhere well away from their location.


Space. Quiet, peaceful, great sights and just pure bliss. However out of nowhere, the peacefulness and bliss was quickly disrupted as swirls of blue and green formed a Spacebridge. And appearing from the portal was a silver fighter jet with purple highlights. The second he was free, he transformed into his normal self. In height, he'd be huge. In vengeance, he would be vengeful. In evil, he'd be on top of the list of the most evil people around!

Red eyes pierced into the place he was looking at, a sharp build contrasting to those eyes. The silver and purple jet gave it away at the start. He was no ordinary Decepticon. For he was the leader of the Decepticons.

"DECEPTICONS… I HAVE RETURNED!" The Decepticon, named Megatron, announced.

It was official. Spoken from the Decepticon himself.

Megatron had returned.


TO BE CONTINUED...


Well that's the first chapter for the moment. I hope you all liked/enjoyed it. And if you did, a little favourite/follow/review wouldn't hurt. Those count towards whether I attempt to write more of this or not. Otherwise, I may just take this down and not go any further.

I want to do a few things with this story. One of them is that I want to make this as believable and as relatable as possible. So I had to write and rewrite Rebecca Rose quite a bit during drafts before I got a good final copy of her. I originally had made her a techno-organic. I forced myself to change this as I didn't feel that we needed such a powerful character like that in this. Plus, I want this story to be different from the others that you all have probably read in the past.

The second thing is that I want you, as the reader, to see how these characters, and more that will probably be introduced later on (hopefully) bond and grow with one another. I want people to understand these bonds they share with one another and how these bonds came to be. These OC's that I have created and want to put in these stories each have their own different personalities and stories that they all want to tell. And it will be hard to tell their tales, but I hope that I can do it without them taking over the entire story and becoming Mary Sue's.

And I guess a third thing, is that I want to try to keep the characters within their normal character as much as possible. I can't help it if I accidentally write a character out of who they are. So I guess if you think I need reminding, let me know?

So that's it for now I guess. Depending on the feedback I get, I might be back. Might be. We'll see.

Thank you for reading.

(Last edited: 11/07/2019)