FULL SUMMARY: You've probably heard countless stories about me, right? You probably think you know everything there is to know about me too huh? Well, I bet you've never heard me tell my story before, hmm? Hello everyone, my designation is Windswept, and what you've heard about me probably won't compare to the story I'm about to tell you. So what are we waiting for? From my own two optics, here is my side of Team Prime in the Cybertronian War.
A few authors notes:
- Transformers Prime does not belong to me. All rights go to the people and brands who were able to create this show.
- Windswept, and many OC creations featured in this story belong to the author of this story (please do not use them elsewhere unless permission is given).
- Rating is between T and M, but majority will be T unless stated otherwise. There will be violence and death (obviously), but no sexual content. Curse words are bound to be used, but used as Cybertronian terms most of the time.
CHAPTER 1, DARKNESS RISING I
ORIGINAL CHARACTER P.O.V
Sometimes, when I drive down this highway, it feels like I'm driving down past every story throughout my life so far. So many ups and downs would pass by all around me. Each one of those points in time have led me to be here on this planet called Earth; a place that I'm supposed to call home... Home for me is the Iacon Hall of Records... back on my true home Cybertron, where all my friends were…
I wouldn't even have been able to call that home had fate not directed me there.
My name is Autobot Windswept… well, just Windswept. I arrived on Cybertron as one of the many last waves of Cybertronians to be born. My primary armour colour is red, with baby blue rings around my wrist and ankle plates, and if I was in my Cybertronian form right now, you would see the baby blue flames on my winglets coming across the top of my waist from underneath my arms and onto my stomach plating.
I could talk for hours and hours about my history, let alone even thinking about it...
"So there I am on the lookout when out of nowhere, these high beams light up my rear-view. And then it hits me. I'm illegally parked!"
Just not right now. My friend was telling me a story about him getting into trouble with the law… again...
"Another parking ticket?"
"Better. The Boot."
I laughed, "That big metal tyre clamp that's a nightmare to remove?!" I was only amused by it because this time, it wasn't me with that big yucky thing on my back wheel...
"Bingo! So the local po-lies 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!"
"New York's finest soil themselves?"
"You guys know me; You mess with Cliffjumper-"
"And you get the horns." Cliffjumper only chuckled at my response.
He, Arcee and I were kinda close, I guess you could say. Well, my friends knew each other back on Cybertron, and even arrived on this planet together. I just somehow became part of their world too.
We were using a private communications link to talk to each other instead of disrupting our main channel with a discussion that wasn't needed. I don't think some of the other members on the team would enjoy hearing about another one of Cliff's run-ins with the law...
"Not sure how that complies with Autobot rule number one: keep a low profile."
One of the exact reasons why they wouldn't be happy.
But... this was Cliffjumper we were talking about.
"What can I say? Patrolling for Energon out here in Dullsville gets lonesome. Almost makes me miss the Decepticons."
"I bet they miss you too Cliff." Sarcasm was dripping in my response.
"They're missing all of us probably! They should come down for a party sometime!"
"Like Jasper, Nevada's the place for a party? We're alone wherever we travel on this rock, Cliff."
My friend was right. No one knew about us, which was the most important thing… but sometimes, it did get lonely when the others weren't around.
"I'm getting a signal," Cliffjumper suddenly told us.
"Need backup?"
"Do I ever need backup?"
I would've been rolling my optics if we were near each other, and in Cybertronian form, "Just be careful, Cliff."
"Me? Careful? You do know who I am right?"
"Cliff..." My tone signaled with warning; I did really care.
"I'll be careful, 'Swept. Promise." That trouble-making 'Bot deactivated his side of the communications link before Arcee or myself could get another word in.
Cliffjumper… what would we ever do without you?
NORMAL 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, and would've been grinning at the sight of what he discovered had he not been in his vehicle form. "I just found a whole lot of Energon!"
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 Cybertronian form, he looked around and discovered a large warship flying above him, "Decepticons!"
Before he had time to react, the ship fired at him, sending him into the Energon-filled ditch and crashing face-first into some of the shards he had just been cheering about. He picked himself up onto his rear, watching as one by one, Decepticon soldiers came raining down on the edge of the ditch, ironically where he was just previously standing.
"Arcee, 'Swept, about that backup…," Cliffjumper trailed off, looking around at the Vehicons surrounding him from above and knowing immediately that he was outnumbered. But another thing he also knew was that he was not one to back down from a fight when the opportunity presented itself to him. "Fair warning, boys. I'm gonna put a few dings in ya."
That was all the warning he gave before he transformed into his Dodge Challenger vehicle form, and raced up the rocky wall of the ditch. The action sent him flying up and out of the ditch, scaring some of the Decepticons along the way. Transforming into his Cybertronian form, he readied his fist to give the Vehicons a pounding of their lives.
WINDSWEPT P.O.V
If there was anything I knew very clearly about Cliffjumper, it was that he could take very good care of himself when it came to a fight. He was strong enough to take on a few of them on his own and come back without a scratch on him! ...Well, that was what my teammates had told me about him. It'd been a few years since we'd last had a proper battle; the last time for me was definitely back on Cybertron...
And if I remembered correctly - which was possible most of the time, I might add - Cliffjumper and Arcee had one heck of a battle even trying to get to Earth. They had be-
"Arcee to Optimus, the 'Cons are back! Cliff might be neck-deep in scrap."
My spark started pounding when Arcee spoke through the main communications link for the team.
It had been so long since we had seen any 'Cons.
"Ratchet, do you have Cliffjumper's coordinates?"
"I'm locked on to his signal, Optimus, but our team is scattered around different time zones."
"Arcee, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, Windswept, rendezvous back at base and prepare to Groundbridge."
My spark said to immediately 'bridge straight to Cliff's coordinates to help him, but my helm said to regroup with the others and enter in as a team… I knew better than to disagree with my leader's plan…
We'll be there soon Cliff, just hold on…
NORMAL P.O.V
The Decepticon that Cliffjumper punched head-on flew into the ditch, two of his teammates eventually joining him in unconsciousness, also having been knocked around, or out, by the horned Autobot. However, the other Vehicons crowded around him and began to gain a sudden advantage. One threw a punch at him, flinging him to the other side of the circle where another Vehicon hit him. The one he stumbled upon hit him so hard in the face, part of his horn from one side of his head came flying off.
The horn dug itself into the ground, while Cliffjumper landed back where he had started - into the ditch. He got to his feet, looking up to see that the Vehicons had followed him into the hole in the Earth. They were all ready for a second round, just like him, "You want the horns?" He activated his blaster weapons, allowing them to charge up with a whirr. "You got them."
The Autobot let loose, shooting at the Vehicons with rapid-fire shots. He managed to hit one out, but it wasn't long before the Vehicons followed his tactic, also firing in an attempt to even the playing field. But while each side fired shots, the former danced to dodge each hit from the Vehicons. He needed to hold out just until his team could arrive to help him. He needed to hold just a little longer…
While a few of the Vehicon blaster shots didn't land on their enemy, one finally hit something that could get them the upper hand in this battle. One blaster shot hit the raw Energon behind the Autobot, causing an explosion of blue and grey smoke and sending the enemy literally into their hands.
With Cliffjumper weakened, the Vehicons grabbed him and began dragging him up the ditch to the area of where the warship was resting high above.
The blue and grey smoke continued to float up into the sky, allowing the occupants of the warship to see what they had just lost.
The warship housed many occupants inside of it, having been used originally on Cybertron as a transport ship to drop Decepticons into Autobot territory during endless battle on Cybertron. It was known more recently for being the new base for the remaining Decepticons that managed to escape the tragedy that had befallen on their previous home.
"The Energon. It's worthless to me now," a male Cybertronian snarled. His body form was silver with red highlights on his chest and leg armour, and head crest. His Decepticon logo sat proudly in the center of his chest, as his large winglets for his aerial form stood high.
A clawed hand gripped his shoulder armour, causing the figure to turn to who had grabbed him, "It is worthless to us, dear twin."
The voice was feminine and like silk. While she looked very similar in body shape to the Decepticon nearby, she was purple where he was silver, and blue where he was red. The differences between them was that her figure showed where she was feminine on her chest, inclusive of an aqua blue-tinted cockpit window in the center, and had thicker, black armour on her legs. Her black winglets for her aerial form stood higher than the one's beside her, and wore twin purple Decepticon logos on each wing.
"Oh well!" Another voice appeared between them, causing the pair to look at a floating, tiny figure beside them.
The figure had clear pale human-like skin with a slim and tall build. She had chocolate brown eyes and dark, brownish-red wavy hair that reached to the centre of her back. She wore a plain black tee shirt that reached to her thighs, black skinny jeans with rips at the knees, and black converse shoes with white laces and a white strip on each outer side of the shoe. She wore small ruby rose earring studs and two loose black bracelets on her left wrist. Her lips were painted a dark matte red, with lashes further blackened by eyeliner, and sharp glitter black nails that shone when caught in the light. Hooked on her jean loops at the hip were a trio of silver boomerangs on one side, and a black cap attached to a jean loop on the other side. She was standing on a black, skateboard-like board that had no wheels, but had what appeared to be an engine on one side, allowing her to float as high as the height of the Cybertronian figures on either side of her.
"We still got ourselves an Autobot!" The excitement in her voice was evident.
A platform arrived behind them, carrying the two Vehicons that had captured their Autobot enemy during their battle. The trio turned their attentions to the soldiers dragging their prisoner up to them, the latter whos' battle-damaged head glared up at those standing above him.
"'Scream. It's been a while," Cliffjumper spluttered, coughing up droplets of his lifeblood, "Where's your master?"
"That is something that will no longer be of your concern," the silk feminine voice replied instead.
"You're still here Slipstream? No wonder he hasn't returned," Cliffjumper weakly chuckled.
Slipstream bared her denta in frustration, but just as she was about to react, the floating human figure flew to stand mere inches from the one-horned Autobot. She threw a boomerang up above her head. "Awh, I was just considering extending your stay on the ship for a while." She caught the boomerang and glared menacingly. "You made a bad choice talking back, 'Red. Time to see what happens to naughty boys who are disrespectful."
"Enough, Rebecca." The small figure pouted in annoyance, moving away to hover Slipstream's shoulder.
"To answer your previous question-" Starscream cut himself off purposely to free his sharp talons, "-I am my own master now!" He stabbed the Autobot through the chest, relishing in the groans and moans his prisoner made, "Any last questions?"
Cliffjumper was unable to respond as his lifeblood slowly leaked out from his wound. Once his stabber had completely removed his hand, he fell to his knees, eventually collapsing on his front onto the ground before the three Decepticons.
Dead.
"Clean that up," Starscream ordered.
As the Vehicons began to pick up the fallen Cybertronian, Slipstream glanced at the monitor behind her, "I recommend we take our leave. The Autobots will be arriving any moment, and I do not believe we should be in their presence once they have discovered the status of their friend."
The Vehicons began dragging away the now lifeless Cliffjumper, just as the Decepticon Warship set course for a new location...
WINDSWEPT P.O.V
I wasted no time entering and exiting the Groundbridge once we finally regrouped to head off to our teammates' aid. Cliffjumper's location had led us to a secluded area with a ditch in front of us. The air was misty... but I couldn't see him. There was no familiar red in sight…
My spark was pounding. He's gotta be around here, somewhere right?
I activated my blasters… to be safe...
I could hear the familiar noises of my teammates jumping out of the Groundbridge portal around me, and then it whirred shut.
"An untapped Energon deposit," my leader, Optimus Prime, observed in front of me.
He was tall, so very tall, with his blue protective armour around his helm, red upper body, and blue leg armour. He had been nothing but a mystery to me back on Cybertron. Yes, I had heard of him countless times, but not once had I ever seen him physically. Not until I reached Earth stellar cycles ago. All I knew of him was that Alpha Trion had helped petition fiercely for him to be the next leader, and Prime, of the Autobot cause to Halogen… and anyone who Alpha Trion thought of as worthy was someone who deserved all the respect in the solar system from me.
My leader deactivated his weapons, so I did the same, and soon, so did everyone else. If he felt there was no potential danger around, then I trusted him…
...Even though Cliffjumper was nowhere to be seen...
"What's left of it," a rough voice, Bulkhead, pointed out behind me.
Bulkhead looked tough and mean… which made sense because of army-green bulky armour. But it was really a case of 'don't judge a cover by its' book'... wait, it's the other way around… I think? Anyway, he was one of the first to greet me on Earth when I first arrived, and at first, he scared me half to offline, but he turned out to be a big, soft sweetspark. Considering he was formerly part of the Wreckers, it's a wonder how he turned out that way, because some of the Wreckers I ran into once or twice back on Cybertron were much tougher and distant…
"The first Decepticon activity in three years." I glanced to my right up to who spoke, which was Ratchet.
He was the orange and white medical officer of our team, and probably the 'Bot I knew the longest. He used to work briefly at Iacon before being switched out to Optimus' sector as the war went on. He was a grumpy 'Bot half the time, and showed it to us when he was around. Maybe the toll of war had a major effect on him, but hadn't it taken its toll on all of us?
It felt like it had been a long time since Decepticon activity was found on our scanners, though was it really? Or had they been able to sneak around under our nose plates?
I glanced up at Optimus with uncertainty, "That we know of."
He gave me a short nod, and removed his mouth guard, "If the Decepticons are scouting for Energon, they may be preparing for his return."
Nobody needed to say who Optimus referred too… we all knew who he was speaking of.
We walked up towards the ditch, where the air was even mistier down in it… a blue kind of mist… like Energon…
Something had definitely happened here…
I watched my other two teammates, Arcee and Bumblebee, begin leaping down into the ditch to get closer looks.
Mainly yellow with black stripes on his doorwings, Bumblebee was the scout of the team, and in terms of age, he was similar to mine, if not slightly younger. I knew of him before I arrived on Earth, as the Autobot who took on 'he who should not be named' and lived… unfortunately at a cost. Due to damage caused by his voice box being torn out, he no longer had a voice. Sometimes it didn't even feel like the trauma of what he'd been through had affected him; it was there, he just didn't show it…
Arcee… was a tough one to decipher at first. My navy blue friend, who had a rose gold helm crest, along with parts of her wrist and leg armour as the same colour, seemed kinda friendly sometimes, and other times she seemed closed off. Over the stellar cycles we've been together as a group, we kind of bonded over past trauma and grew closer. Our history was a lot more similar in parts than either of us had realised…
Arcee suddenly bent down as the rest of us jumped down into the ditch. I got to her just as she stood up with something in her servo, and immediately showed it to me…
One of Cliffjumper's horns…
My entire frame ran cold...
"Ratchet, can you track his position?" I glanced at Ratchet now beside me, with Optimus hovering around him.
I could feel a servo wrap around my arm, their hold tightening around me. I looked back at my friend, whose face was frozen with fear. I held onto her servo with my other one as we waited for Ratchet's response…
His optics lit up… and then suddenly faded... "No... Cliffjumper's life signal just went offline."
If Arcee hadn't been clutching me as tightly as she was, she would've immediately collapsed onto the ground. Instead, she closed her optics and rested her helm on my shoulder pads.
My spark was sinking into my internal organs below my spark chamber.
Cliffjumper was gone…
Primus, please allow him to rust in peace...
NORMAL P.O.V
The Decepticon Warship continued its flight, waiting for a signal that required their attention. As Starscream and Slipstream 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 receptors twitched at the feeling of a presence behind her. She turned her head over her shoulder slightly at who was approaching, "Soundwave, what can we help you with?"
"Like Jasper, Nevada's the place for a party? We're alone wherever we travel on this rock, Cliff." The Decepticon turned to Soundwave with a thoughtful expression as she recognised the voice.
Starscream snarled at the voice, "The one called Arcee."
Slipstream turned to Soundwave just as the latter's face played another recording, "Just be careful, Cliff."
"Windswept," Slipstream immediately recognised, spitting out the name as if it were poison. A small smile of evil creeped upon her face, as her thoughts began formulating a plan inside her mind.
She began strutting away from her twin, causing the latter to snarl in frustration this time, "And where do you think you're going?!"
"I have unfinished business that I would like to attend to." The female Decepticon looked over her shoulder briefly, "You are not welcome to join me."
WINDSWEPT P.O.V
Our pain over Cliffjumper's offlining led us to prepare a memorial just kliks away from our current home. We had the view of the sun setting in front of us, letting us know the day was coming to a close. It seemed suitable, given the situation, to say farewell to our teammate at the same time…
"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." Arcee placed Cliff's horn to rest overlooking the cliffface below. "And we owe it to the memory of our fallen comrade to survive."
I walked up to squeeze Arcee's arm in comfort. She immediately brushed off my servo and looked away.
"Arcee…"
She was walking away from us before Optimus could 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." She suddenly transformed into her motorcycle form and drove away from us, back towards Jasper.
I went to join her; I wanted to join her. I didn't want her to be alone in this - she wasn't the only one suffering… Just as I took a step to follow her, someone grabbed my shoulder tightly as if they were stopping me from going with my friend. I looked at who had grabbed me, and found my optics locking with Optimus.
This wasn't the first partner Arcee had lost that she had cared about, and caring about anyone else other than herself was difficult for her for this exact reason… We've all been through the trauma of losing a friend, but there were ways that could help the hurt not feel so painful. I wanted to help her through this the way other Cybertronians who were close to me had.
"Optimus." Ratchet appeared nearby us, just as I saw Bumblebee and Bulkhead walking away to deal with their grief in their own ways. "Helping humans will only result in more tragedy."
"Your opinion is noted."
We all knew what Arcee had been through before today. Cliffjumper's death just made everything harder for her, not just us.
"Optimus..." my voice failed me. It felt raw to speak. I was just nanokliks away from becoming emotional.
"It is best for you to return to base, Windswept."
Sometimes it felt like Optimus knew who I was more so than I knew myself. Yes, the pain and trauma of losing close friends and partners hurt me more than any physical pain could in the past. And my anger and frustration had sometimes lead me to stupid things.
I was different now. And yes, my spark was hurting for Cliffjumper.
I pulled away from Optimus' grip on my shoulder and looked back at the direction Arcee had gone into, "I should follow Arcee… and make sure she's okay."
My friend was hurting more. I needed to be there for her.
"Windswept..."
My mind was already made up. I transformed into my motorcycle form and drove away from the burial place. I glanced at my rear-view mirrors at Optimus, just standing and watching me. He started walking away, probably realising that there was no way I was going back to him.
I knew Optimus was worried, but he shouldn't be. Arcee and Cliffjumper were the ones that were the closest...
Cliff and I were close too… We had managed to get ourselves into - and out of, most of the time - trouble a lot. He was just a fun, older figure that I need in my life. I mean, Bulkhead was like that for me too. But where Bulkhead made me laugh, Cliffjumper made me smile. There was just that aura about him.
And now that he was gone, so too was that aura. It had faded away to wherever Primus had taken to now. Hopefully somewhere where he could finally rest.
NORMAL P.O.V
In a busier part of Jasper, Nevada, very much unaware of what had taken place, a local fast-food chain was waiting for the evening rush of customers to end its' run. For the blue-eyed, black-haired teenage 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 as he began preparing the orders.
"Yeah. Some advice. How do I get an awesome job like yours?"
The boy stared angrily through the window as the tormenting laughter rang throughout the speakers near his ears. There was nothing wrong with his job, but at least he had one unlike the ones outside ordering their meal and trying to make his life a misery.
"So that's two not-as-funny-as-we-think-we-are combos with a side of bite-me?" The boy snapped and placed the bags on the counter harshly.
The laughter from the microphone stopped abruptly, "What'd you say?"
The boy seethed and grabbed the microphone, "Five fifty-nine, sir, at the window."
He turned away for a moment, knowing how the routine went. The customers should pull up, pick up the order, pay for the meal and drive off to enjoy their dinner. In this case, they didn't bother with one step; the boy should've known they wouldn't pay by the way they cracked up with laughter, driving off to enjoy their meal and possibly cause more trouble elsewhere.
"Hey!" The teenager slammed his fist down on the counter in frustration, "I have to pay for that."
He 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 in peace.
WINDSWEPT P.O.V
Driving into this quiet town felt empty.
I could feel myself reliving the days of when Cliff and I would arrive with a roar that would annoy the town for hours. We'd always race around, see who was better between car and motorbike. We never always found out those answers as the local law enforcement normally found us. Our way of escaping them was also fun - we either put the pedal to the metal and drove the hell outta town and towards base, or we waited for the right time for Bumblebee to open the Groundbridge for us.
I guess there was never meant to be a destined result between us…
Optimus and Ratchet were never pleased with the three of us, but it was how we kept ourselves busy, how I kept busy from the memories…
I drove around at a slow pace, past the local buildings until I eventually had driven around the same area at least enough times to know where everything was. I eventually parked up in a space on the opposite side of this Drive-In restaurant.
I thought about communicating with Arcee on the private link we were using with Cliffjumper before... well, before his death... The private link that would only be shared by the two of us from now on.
My audios twitched at the revving of an engine. I flicked my mirrors around, and found a lone... familiar motorcycle pulling up in the parking lot closer to the doors of the Drive-In. There were two dark coloured vehicles driving around slowly as if they were looking for someone… like they were those Decepticon drones in disguise looking for someone... like my friend.
Arcee's holoform disappeared and her motorcycle stand appeared for her to rest on. She must've felt safe that those 'Cons weren't tracking her anymore.
I wanted to comm. and see how she was doing... Should I really disrupt her though? ...I mean, she would probably be feeling worse off than me... But she's my friend... who probably needed some space right now...
Maybe later.
I rested for a moment with my holo form still activated.
Cliffjumper was really gone... As in, truly gone... Not coming back.
The last time I lost someone so close to me was on Cybertron when I lost someone I cared for as a brother... well... It's hard because no one ever received proof of whether he was truly offline or not... The timing couldn't have been any worse though, because it wasn't long before we had to flee our planet anyway. If he hadn't been offlined before then, surely the craziness of fleeing ships and last-klik attacks would've got him... And if he had survived that... I have no doubt that not every single bug fled Cybertron in a hurry…
I heard a noise behind me suddenly, and had I been in my usual Cybertronian form, I would've flinched at the surprise noise. I moved my mirrors and spotted a human boy pulling out a small device from his back pocket. He had dark hair, a grey shirt with white sleeves underneath, and blue jeans with sneakers.
I'd seen plenty of humans around - there was one that kept 'guard' on us Autobots - however, I hadn't seen another one so close up in a while... What is it with these humans dressed in dark, kinda moody clothes?
The boy flipped the device open which stopped the music, and spoke into it, "Hey, mom. 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..." Huh? "Be careful? Seriously? This is Jasper," He was wandering around a little bit as he was speaking, then he suddenly paused... because he spotted Arcee's vehicle form sitting in front of him. "I love you…" He whispered to her.
...The motorcycle, I mean…
...Why would he do that? Aren't vehicles just transportation devices that activate when humans make them do so?
"Yeah. I love you too, mom. I gotta run." The boy must have realised he still had the device in his hand 'cause he began speaking into it again. He switched it off and put it away, heading towards Arcee.
What is he doing?
"Hello, beautiful. Where have you been all my life?" The boy overlooked the motorcycle form of Arcee, allowing his hands to drift over the curves of the seat.
...Uhmmmm, I don't think he should be doing that…
Is this what Bumblebee meant when he was harassed by the humans during patrols?
"Nice..." The human climbed onto Arcee! ...Uhhh, her motorcycle form I mean...! "It may take a few KO paychecks. But I am going to own a ride like you someday."
...Maybe you don't want that one, human… She's one of a kind…
"Are you talking to your motorcycle?" Another human, this one female, laughed in front of him, a shorter female beside her also giggling.
"My motorcycle?" The boy squeaked as if 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."
I'm not an expert on how the male population talks to females, but I do believe that was not the way to do it…
"How's things, Sierra?" The boy asked, rubbing the back of his head, "Take you for a spin sometime?"
Arcee's rearview mirrors began twitching... That's not a good sign if she's doing that right in front of those humans!
"You know my name?" The girl the boy referred to as Sierra asked disbelievingly.
I moved my mirrors just to oversee the area once more… when I spotted them...
"We're in home-room together. I'm Jack. Jack Darby?"
Those Decepticon drones were back, and they had found not only Arcee, but myself too.
They revved their engines and shone their headlights on the three humans with Arcee. Both the drones began driving towards them, which caused two of the humans, the females, to run away screaming. Arcee suddenly revved up and sped towards the drones…
...With a screaming human boy on board!
Arcee, what are you doing?!
She slipped through the gap between the vehicles, and out of the car-park with the boy still on-board.
"Scrap!" I revved up my engine to head out and pursue the drones tailing her.
She ain't going against them on her own! Not with that human with her! Optimus would have our sparks if he got harmed!
I suddenly heard the sounds of a jet closing in on me. I looked through my rear-view mirror where I saw a blue and purple coloured jet flying lowly towards me.
The growl slipped out before I could contain myself.
Primus, it had been a while... A very long while…
She took one too many of my partners back on Cybertron. I was not going to let her take any of my friends on this planet too.
I changed my direction on the road. I couldn't care less about where I was going, I just had to get her away from tailing Arcee and the human she had with her. There was no way the drones were gonna trail after me with their sights locked onto her, so if I could get that wretched 'Con off her back, that would spare her somewhat.
I glanced at my mirrors again, and there she was, still hovering after me… suddenly her missiles appeared underneath her wings… and then they were coming 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 could see or find us, it wouldn't be a bad place to allow them to hit.
The missiles exploded on the road ahead, causing obvious damage to the course ahead. I forced myself to change my direction again, ending up onto a bridge. I looked at my mirrors again, and obviously me changing my course didn't make a difference, because flying directly above me was her.
"Dearest Windswept, truly it has been a long time."
I wanted to vomit the Energon I had taken this morning up at her saying my name.
It felt like she was taunting me… waiting for me to react…
...Not yet, Slipstream… not yet…
"I have heard about Cliffjumper. I am truly sorry for your loss."
...Of course she was involved. She had to be...
"When Arcee and I get our servos on whichever one of you 'Cons extinguished his spark, we will show no mercy," I threatened with a low tone.
Slipstream laughed loudly, "That is if you get the chance to."
I looked at my mirrors again just as she released another missile. I could see it heading straight for the bridge in front of me just as I noticed the road closing off.
Oh, bloody scrap.
The missile went off at the bridge right ahead, so I immediately pulled to a hard left and over a guardrail. The way the hill was going down was steep and if I was going to safely get out of this, I needed to transform for stability. I did so, and dug the heels of my pedes into the ground just as Slipstream's jet form flew over me and flipped around to come back my way. I managed to gain some stability despite being on a lean with the way the ground was shaped and activated my blasters so I could start shooting at my enemy rapidly approaching me.
None of my shots landed on her, and just as the dust was clearing from where my shots did hit, she appeared suddenly. I couldn't dodge the blow she made to my stomach nose first. She took me with her up off the ground, which made me claw onto her jet form to make sure I didn't suddenly fall off and hurt myself.
I looked down to check my surroundings where I found Arcee's motorcycle form with… two human boys?!
Optimus is gonna have our helms…!
I looked further away from her where those Decepticon drones were; they looked ready to attack her.
Slipstream suddenly dipped lower to the ground, making Arcee look closer than before. With the ground being closer, I allowed myself to let go of Slipstream's jet figure and drop down nearby my friend. I managed to land onto my pedes and a servo just as Arcee was transforming into her Cybertronian form.
"About time."
"Not my fault Slipstream decided to join the party," I huffed as I stood to full height.
She suddenly appeared in front of us in her Cybertronian form with her drones and a smirk.
"This ends here 'Cons!" Arcee charged towards the drones.
"When you are ready, Windswept, we can finish this." She suddenly leaped into the air again, and I knew instantly she was intending on landing my way.
As soon as she was close enough, I leaped up to meet her and threw a punch at her. She managed to dodge the shot as we landed onto the ground. I threw punch after punch at her, but she kept dodging easily. Just as I was making another swing at her, she suddenly punched me at my stomach. I couldn't help but cower slightly at the pain, and suddenly I was being kicked away from her.
Memories of our past history flooded my mind. The sparkbreak of everything that she did to me. I could feel my Energon burning with anger. Revenge was clouding my judgement, as it always does every time I'm fighting with her. She just made me so angry some days; she just didn't deserve to get away with everything she had done.
I hissed at the pain in my side and charged at her, fighting against her with my simple melee combat skills. I managed to land a few hits on her, the worst one on her face-plate where I could see some Energon coming out of her cheek.
"I can feel the hatred you feel for me radiating off of you," she started as I forced her arm away from me before she shot me with her mini-missiles, "Come on, use that anger!"
"Don't tempt me to kill you," I muttered darkly,
It was always tempting to just release my anger and attempt to kill her. I'm not like that… I never want to be like that.
"What are they?" I heard a small male voice ask nearby.
"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; she was looking at the boys, "Look at them. They want to know who you are. Curious little beings, they are."
I would never forgive myself if any innocent life was harmed.
"Leave them alone!" I stood up from the latest blow and prepared myself to deliver another shot at the Decepticon femme.
I heard a scream before I was suddenly collected from behind, sending me skidding onto the pavement. I glanced to my left, where Arcee was on her back preparing to get up - she must've been hit by a drone and sent my way. I flicked my helm up at Slipstream now standing with her Decepticon drones getting ready to attack.
Revving engines from above us made me look up at a yellow, black-striped custom car driving off a cliff, transforming into a familar face, and landing squarely onto one of the Decepticon drones. 'Bee punched the other one down before discovering Slipstream, and kicked her away from towards them, taking advantage of her surprise of his arrival.
Arcee and I helped each other to our pedes before we walked over to join Bumblebee. Just as he was standing backwards to join us, there was a loud CRUNCH! noise that made me cringe. Bee lifted up his pede; underneath it was something yellow that he had crushed.
He looked over to the humans with an apologetic look, "Sorry."
"No problem. Really."
Wait... what?
The small boy understood him?!
Bumblebee suddenly plummeted to the ground, making me look up at Slipstream sauntering to his form. She stood on his helm softly, digging her heel into his cheek-plate lightly. The way she was standing was threatening; one wrong move from any one of us, and she could stab him with that heel.
"I recommend you stay down, little Bee," she whispered in a sickly sweet tone as she moved away from him.
...As the drones aimed their weapons at him...
"LEAVE HIM ALONE!" I snapped my optics over to where the yell came from. It was from one of the humans… the youngest one…
He didn't even know us... but he still wanted to protect us...?
Are all humans like this?
I heard the Decepticons move their weapons; there was no doubt in my mind that they were pointing them towards the humans now.
I could hear the young boy gulp, "Please."
The older boy bent down beside him, "Bad call."
"Grab them." Slipstream's order made one of the drones stalk towards the human.
I wanted to yell at the humans to run, but they began fleeing almost instantly like they had read my mind. Bumblebee suddenly followed the drone chasing the humans. It made Slipstream start stalking him.
Leave him alone!
I raced up and tackled her down so she wouldn't take another step closer to my teammate. She snarled at my attack and activated her claws, throwing me off her a few feet away. I was able to stabilise myself in the air to land on my pedes and straighten my body up just as I was kneed in the stomach again. She grabbed my arms and dug her claws past my armour into my protoform. I couldn't help the hiss of pain from her.
She released one of my arms, and clawed the side of my face, pulling my helm close to hers, "You can try all you want, dear Windswept." That vomiting feeling had returned. "No matter what, you can not get rid of me, even if you waste your whole life trying to do so. You are a cause worth fighting for, according to my ever-wise leader."
Why in the name of Cybertron would she ever say something like that? "He… wishes."
Slipstream punched me into the stomach again as her response, sending me flying away from her. I landed hard onto my back, my armour scraping along the concrete as I skidded to a stop in front of Bumblebee and Arcee. They looked like they had been in a scrap themselves...
Maybe the drones got them... I hope those humans were okay.
'Bee and Arcee grabbed my arms and helped me to my pedes, briefly checking me as if they wanted to ensure I was okay. My core hurt like I'd been to the Pit and back, but there was no way I was going down without a fight, not while Slipstream still presented a threat here and now. I turned to her as we moved into a fighting stance. I readied my fists as Slipstream and her drones prepared for another attack.
A bright light suddenly shone onto the 'Cons from behind us. We turned to see what the light was coming from just as a horn sounded. A familar green off-road vehicle was storming towards us, suddenly leaping up and transforming into our bulky teammate none other than Bulkhead.
He landed with a thud on his pedes behind us, "Who's ready to rumble?!"
I looked back at Slipstream and her drones. She didn't look happy at Bulkhead's arrival... I wouldn't be either; she was outnumbered now. She appeared to mutter something at the drones before they suddenly transformed into their vehicle forms, fleeing at rapid speeds.
I watched her optics eye my teammates, then they settled on me. She narrowed them harshly, "This is not over. The Decepticons have returned, stronger than ever before. I do hope you let Optimus know of the... good news."
She leaped up and transformed into her jet form, afterburners sending her flying off rapidly. I watched her form fly further and further away from us until it couldn't be seen anymore.
The threat from the Decepticons was over, for now. I felt relief wash over me... just as the pain of my midsection got worse. I collapsed to one knee, and wrapped my arms around my middle. Maybe I could squeeze the pain out from the wound...
Beside me, Bumblebee bent down slightly too with his servos on his upper knees. The battle must've taken out his energy too.
"What took you?"
"Traffic."
I couldn't stop the unamused look on my faceplates as I glanced up at Bulkhead, "Seriously?"
I was able to return to base easily on wheels despite the pain from the fight. It was only a short drive away anyway, and we didn't need to waste the Energon on an unnecessary Groundbridge. Once we arrived to greet Ratchet and Optimus, the scuffered armour on myself, Bumblebee, Arcee, as well as me clutching my waist the second I transformed, had our leader knowing immediately that something had happened.
It wasn't long before he was sitting us down to debrief us of our run-in with our enemies…
"...And the 'Cons would've been scrap metal if I hadn't been distracted by the human," Arcee was finishing up with a grumble.
"Human." Optimus' tone sounded surprised.
"Both male. There were two of them in the end." Bumblebee held up two digits.
"Two boys."
"I guess the second one caught us in action. I don't know. Was a little busy at the time," Arcee was looking at 'Bee and I, her grumbling clearly directed at us this time.
Her glare lingered on me slightly; I couldn't help taking offence too it, "Well, I'm sorry for trying to stop Slipstream from bringing harm to them, and our teammate." The tone of my voice caused sudden pain inside me again, a cringe no doubt spreading over my faceplates.
"If you had refrained yourself from getting angry at Slipstream, you wouldn't be sitting here like this." I glanced at Ratchet beside me with a disgruntled look.
I knew better than to start getting annoyed at the 'Bot taking care of my injuries, cause there was a small servo full of memories of him looking after me on Cybertron whenever I got injured. He took care of me sometimes whenever I got into trouble, which had nearly been all the time…
"If the Decepticons are targeting us, anyone perceived as our ally will be a grave risk."
"Especially if Slipstream's going to start throwing warnings at us."
"Warning?" ...Of course Arcee was just going to casually bring that to Optimus' attention.
I rubbed the back of my helm sheepishly, "Oh, that."
Arcee glared at me again before looking at Optimus, "She warned us that the 'Cons are back, stronger than they've ever been."
While Optimus seemed to wait for a moment to think about the words, Ratchet, scanning me for any internal injuries, looked up at me as if he was just realising who we were talking about, "You know Slipstream better than anyone here."
He was posing it as a question to me, as if he was asking 'should we take her seriously?'.
Unfortunately, I did know Slipstream well…
I needed to think about who we're dealing with - Slipstream and Starscream. They may be complete idiots sometimes - welllll, in Starscream's case - but they're certainly not stupid. Slipstream has been well known to throw a dummy card out to fool us at times, but she's also known for playing it very well on countless occasions.
...But it's been three Earth years since we last saw Decepticon life, little under three stellar cycles if we were on Cybertron. Either way, it had been a long time, and while people were known to change in that space of time, not everyone does. I certainly couldn't imagine Slipstream or any of the 'Cons changing attitudes, but honestly, I couldn't comment until we had seen more of them.
Of course, that was the last thing we wanted.
I looked between Ratchet and Optimus, and couldn't help a sigh escape from me, "Slipstream's no fool. She's either very serious or playing us. After so long 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."
...Something told me in the bottom of my sore internal systems that things were about to change...
"Remind me again why Optimus insisted on me joining you guys?"
"Because he wanted you to keep watch while me and 'Bee pick up the humans."
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... Wellllll, I wouldn't exactly call it an accident 'cause we were just doing our job and the humans just happened to be right there…
It wasn't exactly ideal, however if there was one thing I was a big believer of - other than the Autobot cause, of course - was that things happened for a reason. An old friend from Cybertron had made me believe in destiny and fate, so maybe we were meant to meet these two humans.
I had parked up a few parking spaces away from Arcee on the opposite side of the lot, my mirrors looking around for anything suspicious. As we waited, I watched a female human wander out of the school and to another female sitting on the railing beside the stairs of the school entrance. The one sitting the railing had been there for a while, drawing something on her book with her drawing utensils scattered beside her
She had a lot of pink streaks in her hair, wore a pink short sleeved shirt underneath a blue singlet with jean shorts, leggings and boots. There was also a yellow belt around her shorts with two soft toys attached…
To each their own, I guess.
"Coolest... bikes... ever..." I heard the girl whisper.
Is she talking about Arcee and I?
Cause… well, I mean, my motorcycle form was pretty slick.
"Hola Miko!"
"Hey Carly!" Miko hummed before she looked up to the girl.
The girl named Carly had shoulderpad length light brown hair, some of it covering her forehelm, and brown eyes. She had many freckles on her face, her body was quite slim and tan, and stood at average height. 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 my optics in.
"Hey, we have a history project due Tuesday. You 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.
The female named Miko suddenly looked up, her features appearing... confused? "Huh? Where'd the other bike go?"
"Windswept, where are you? I need some help talking the older human into coming with us."
Huh?
I looked around; Arcee was no longer here.. My mirrors moved across the street where 'Bee had been waiting for the younger boy, but he had gone too. Maybe the younger one had been easier to convince.
I watched the girls in front of me become focused on their conversation before I could move. Once they had, I checked for any humans around me, which there were none, and silently activated my holo form, and drove away from where I had been parked as quietly as possible to not grab the attention of the girls.
"Where are you?" I asked my friend.
"Back of the school, just around the corner."
I followed Arcee's directions and drove around the corner… where Arcee was in her Cybertronian mode attempting to talk the older human into coming with us. The boy looked over at me, frustration evident on his face at his situation.
"Look, Jack is it?" ...Why was Arcee in her Cybertronian mode in broad daylight? "Your personal safety is exactly why Optimus Prime has requested your presence!"
"Wait. Optimus who?"
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!"
...Scrap…
He was one of the only few who had either seen us…
If I was in my Cybertronian form right now, I would be cringing with annoyance. Instead, I flicked my mirror at who was behind me. The girls from earlier were peaking around the corner of the building. The one named Miko, I think, had an excited look on her face at the sight of us. The other one - C-Carly was it? - looked more stunned than excited.
Great.
"Scrap." Arcee looked like she had enough, which I couldn't blame her for. She looked at my vehicle form in anger, "I thought Optimus told you to keep an eye out on the other humans."
I deactivated my holo form and drove up to her, as there were more gasps and I'm pretty sure I heard human skin slapping human skin coming from Jack, I think, "Sorry. Guess I'm way out today..."
"You and me both." She transformed into her motorcycle form and pointed her front tyre at Jack, "You know these two?"
"HI! I'm Miko!" I nearly jumped at Miko's sudden introduction.
"I'm Carly." She waved shyly
I looked back at the two girls; they were a little bit shorter than Jack. Maybe they were similar age to Jack? I wonder how old the other boy was, because he was definitely way shorter than them.
Hmmm, interesting.
"Okay. Jack and Miko, you're coming with me. Carly, you go with Windswept."
At the decision, I slowly drove up beside Carly, "We have some other people to introduce you to."
"What other people?" I thought Arcee had explained this?
Once Jack and Miko were on Arcee, and Carly was secure on my seat, we began making our way through Jasper and out of town. I couldn't help the sigh that escaped me quietly - talk about our number one priority being don't let anyone else see you...!
Why did I feel so off today?
I opened the private com-link to Arcee so no one could hear us, "I'm sorry 'Cee."
I heard her sigh, "It's not exactly your fault, 'Swept. It's been a bad solar cycle."
"Maybe we should take this as a good thing." Arcee growled at my words almost immediately ."Don't be like that! You know I always believe that things happen for a reason. This could be one of them."
There was a reason why fate directed me through the path I went through to be who I am and get to where I was now. There were reasons; I didn't know what they were, but Primus knew. That was all I needed to know.
"You better be right," Arcee grumbled just as Miko started screaming in somewhat glee.
We were on the back roads heading to our base. We had caught up to Bumblebee who no doubt had his passenger. I flicked my mirror up to the human I was travelling with me, whose facial expressions held uncertainty. I could hear her friend cheering still, so I twitched my mirror her way where Jack looked to be fuming at her excitement.
"Is she always like this?" I asked my passenger when my mirrors returned my passenger
"You'll get used to it."
...She was like this... often?
"And why exactly are we taking her?"
"Rules." There was no other way for Arcee and me to explain it.
It really were the rules.
If I was in my Cybertronian form, I would be grinning at the familiar stop sign we had just passed. We were heading straight for the rock cliff in front of us. My passenger's human servos tightened around my handlebars and Arcee's female passenger had suddenly quietened down.
...So that's how you get her to be quiet?
"Hey. Wait! WHOA!" Jack was now the one that was yelling.
The rock face disappeared, and in its place was a mechanical door that split apart when we tripped the sensors, revealing a secret tunnel with normal road pavement. We drove through at normal speed before the doors closed behind us - and behind those, the rock wall would return to its place to not raise suspicion to the outside world.
Once we reached the main meeting area of our base, we slowed down to basically a crawl - Ratchet didn't like us speeding in unnecessarily.
Stupid rules.
"Cool," I heard the little boy sigh dreamily from inside 'Bee.
"Whoa," Jack and Miko gasped.
Carly's mouth formed an 'o' as she took in the surroundings, just like the other humans as we pulled up to allow the new arrivals to walk freely, just as Bulkhead arrived.
I transformed into my Cybertronian form just as Ratchet gave us a look of confusion, and probably annoyment beside Bulkhead, "I thought there were two."
"Haven't you heard? Humans multiply," Arcee stated dryly, walking away.
"I'm Raf," the young boy introduced himself. He had light brown spiky hair in places with red-rimmed glasses. He was wearing an orange sweater vest over a yellow shirt with jeans and shoes.
He really was shorter than the others. How old was he?
"I'm Miko!" Miko ran up to Bulkhead, "Who are you?"
"Bulkhead," he introduced himself warily.
"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?" Bulkhead stood there with his mouth agape.
"Miko," Carly shook her head, "Give him time to answer the first question FIRST!"
"Carly?" She looked around when she heard her name.
I looked down at where the small voice had come from; it was from 'Bee's passenger, who was walking up to her.
"Rafael?" Carly's whisper sounded like she was in disbelief. She bent down and hugged the boy , "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 the boy's hair, "Me too, little hermano."
Their light brown hair and brown eyes were exactly the same, the soft tones within their voices were too. Huh... wait, what's that word for... oh, that's it, "You guys are siblings."
"Heck yeah he is!" Carly smiled, looking at her little brother, "I wouldn't have it any other way."
My spark melted a little...
"So if you guys are robots, who made you?"
"Puh-lease," Ratchet scoffed at Rafael's innocent question.
I rolled my optics at his comment just as the ground began shaking underneath our feet. I looked towards the Groundbridge tunnel; here was the one who summoned the humans. 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 our Prime.
"We are Autonomous Robotic Organisms from the planet Cybertron. Also known as Autobots."
Jack bravely took a couple of steps forward, "Why are you here?" He was probably asking that on behalf of the other humans.
"To protect your planet from the Decepticons," Optimus answered simply.
"The jokers who tried to bump us off last night," Arcee reminded Jack.
Carly slowly nodded, "They sound like they're not good guys... Why are THEY here?" She took a few steps forward to join Jack.
"A fair question, Carly." Optimus 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?" Rafael 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."
The war had been different for all of us, as we all came from various factions of the Autobot cause. I had been at Iacon guarding what was left of something precious to Cybertron. Arcee was in a squad known as the Delta Team, Bulkhead was with the Wreckers, Ratchet was an on-and-off field medic, and Bumblebee was a scout directly serving under Optimus' at-the-time team - though, Bulkhead and Ratchet transferred to our leader's team eventually. But it was only in the last ten-to-fifteen stellar-cycles or so that the rest of us all really came together to be a part of Team Prime.
We had all gone through scrap that we would never forget, but Megatron's turn for the worse was probably the worst of it - otherwise, none of us would've gone through what we had.
Miko's sigh brought me out of my thoughts. I looked down at her twirling her hair, "Is there gonna be a quiz?"
Carly rolled her eyes at her comment while 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."
NORMAL 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 them. 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.
When Soundwave walked up behind her and Starscream with a flashing, beeping signal emanating from him coming from beyond their reach, she 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." He looked at his twin smirking with glee before looking back at Soundwave reluctantly, "Unless you are absolutely certain."
Soundwave only nodded his head in confirmation.
Starscream groaned in annoyance.
With a smirk and a nod, Slipstream looked over at a Decepticon slave who was waiting for instruction, "Lock onto those transmission coordinates and activate the Spacebridge."
The Vehicon nodded at the request, typing in the transmission coordinates. And before Starscream could regret allowing the other half to his split-spark to make such a decision, the Spacebridge began opening somewhere well away from their location.
Space. Quiet, peaceful, great sights and pure bliss.
Out of nowhere, the peacefulness and bliss was quickly disrupted as swirls of blue and green formed a Spacebridge. 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 would definitely be considered to be very evil.
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.
"DECEPTICONS… I HAVE RETURNED!" The Decepticon, named Megatron, announced.
It was official. Spoken from the leader himself.
Megatron had returned.