Hello everyone! And welcome to the newest crossover/fusion fic that I decided to start.

For those wondering about my priority fics, The Silver Raven and BlazBlue Alternative: Remnant, don't worry. Those are still very much my priorities. I just had this idea stewing for a bit and I really wanted to at least get it started.

So I recently gotten into watching the anime SPY X FAMILY and I had this idea over at the Crazy Crossover Concepts thread of Spacebattles, since I felt that the "Robots in Disguise" aspect of Transformers meshed damn near perfectly with SPY X FAMILY's premise.

As far as which version of Transformers this one is based on, it's kind of a mix with the ones I'm most familiar with. Those being TFP, Bumblebee, the Aligned Continuity, and whichever ones I think would best fit the story. Similar to my other stories, I tend to operate on the Writing by the Seat of Your Pants trope, so I can't say there's any real plan here, but I'll do my best.

The Transformers franchise is owned by Hasbro and SPY X FAMILY is owned by Tatsuya Endo. Please support the official release.

Mission 1: The New Car

Twilight, current identity Loid Forger, had been and still was many things: A former soldier, a spy for the Westalian Intelligence Bureau, and as of late, a family man.

As he often reminded himself, his current mission, aka Operation STRIX, was to play his part as an unassuming father to get close to National Unity Party's leader, Donovan Desmond, and figure out what he was planning. To do that, he needed a wife and daughter, whom he found in Yor and Anya respectively, with all of them coming together to form a fictitious family. One that, at times, felt less and less fictitious.

Much like his primary objective, he found himself needing to be reminded more and more, particularly after the family trip to the aquarium, that everything was for the sake of the mission. His current identity, his family, it was all a means to seeing Operation STRIX through. The activities they shared in were done to blend in with the common Ostanian citizen as part of said mission. Similarly, what he was at the moment was very much in-line with that objective.

"Hello, I'd like to see what vehicles you have for sale," Loid said to the car dealer seated at his front desk. He seemed an elderly man, white beard reaching his red button-up shirt with a name tag that read "Samuel Witwicky". The hat he wore was green and covered his likely bald head, if the fact that the hair from his beard stopped around his ears was any indication.

"Certainly Mister..."

"Forger. Loid Forger," he replied as he shook Witwicky's hand.

"Well Mr. Forger, happy you decided to come down to my humble abode. Most folks prefer more techy cars these days," Witwicky said as he walked around his desk, hobbling with a cane, to show him what he had for sale.

"Yes, well, I suppose you could say I'm a simple man," Loid lied before following it up with a half-truth, "I'm looking for something for me, my wife, and my daughter. Something for our small family to get around in."

And preferably something cheap so Handler won't get on my case.

Witwicky heartily laughed and said, "You remind me of a younger me, Mr. Forger. Back when it was me, the wife and kids. Anyway, let me show you what we have."

Loid hummed as they entered the front lot of the old dealership, letting his eyes scan each vehicle they came across. Witwicky had quite a selection to choose from, many being small in size or older models from before the previous war. Quite a few of them seemed to have the stains of time, yet were kept in good shape, showing the dedication their current owner had to his craft. Of course, the sheer number of them left one glaring issue for Loid.

"I'm not certain which one I should pick."

"Heh, reminds me of something my old man used to say," only at Witwicky's words did Loid realize he said that out loud, "He worked both a car repair shop and scrapyard way back when. Earned him the nickname "Sparkplug", and he'd always tell me something that stuck with me."

Loid raised an eyebrow, "And what did he tell you?"

"That the driver doesn't pick the car," he smiled, "The car picks the driver. He called it "the mystical bond between man and machine". Even into my old age, still can't say I fully understand it."

Loid took in the man's words and pondered on their specifics. From his body language and the way he spoke, it wasn't some sales pitch. Most salesmen would stress that they had a true, intimate understanding of such words to butter up clientele in order to make more business then normal. Witwicky, on the other hand, claimed not to understand, and yet said those words in reminiscence and genuine fondness. It was a clear, obvious love for his father and how much he missed him.

To come from such a loving family. Would Anya grow up to speak similar of me and Y-

Loid internally shook his head, tipping his hat to hide his eyes, reminding himself why he was here. Giving Witwicky his best smile, he said, "If it's alright with you, I'd like to peruse your selection on my own."

"Certainly," Witwicky replied with a smile of his own, "Take all the time you need."

As the elderly man left, Loid continued to traverse across the lot, continuing his search for a decent travel vehicle for his family. Price didn't seem much of an issue, as all the cars and trucks here were very affordable, to the point where he could safely say Anya's Eden College uniform was more expensive. It was almost...overwhelming, having so many options to choose from. In past missions, even with a number of ways to completion, he could instantly tell what the best way was with no trouble. Yet now, trying to select a family car made such instances seem trivial with how he stumbled over himself to make a choice.

Once more, Loid found himself closing his eyes and shaking his head. He was overcomplicating things and decided that the next car he laid eyes on would be the one he purchased. And so he cleared his thoughts and opened his eyes, looking up to see a rather odd sight.

As expected of a dealership parking lot, it was a car, but the oddity that stuck out to Loid was two things. The first was that the car, a common Volkswagen Beetle of yellow color with a black stripe running down its middle, seemed almost untouched by time compared to the older vehicles present. The second was that it was rather isolated compared to the rest of the cars and trucks, which were more neatly aligned in uniform rows. His curiosity peaked, he walked up to the car and looked into its front door's window.

Nothing out of the ordinary, but looks can be deceiving, Loid thought as he saw the grey cushions before opening the door and taking a seat, finding it rather comfortable. His spy instincts kicked in and he felt out the interior, noting no bugs or wires. Perhaps it was paranoia, but one could never be too careful, especially in his line of work. Loid then gripped the steering wheel, smiling at how well it felt in his hands before turning it left and right, noting the impressive handling.

It was then that he saw a glimmer of something at the center of the steering wheel and felt his heart beat just a bit faster, concerned that there was a bug and his instincts failed him. Thankfully, that wasn't the case, but what he saw did make him raise an eyebrow. At the wheel's center was a strange looking symbol, one that he'd never seen before. It was red in color and looked like a metallic mask or face of sorts. Before he could wonder any further on what the insignia meant, a knocking came from the window and he turned to see Witwicky leaning down to see him.

"You alright in there?" he asked, voice muffled by the closed door.

Loid rolled down the window and answered, "I'm quite alright. Thank you," he then looked back at the wheel and asked, "What do you know about this symbol here? I've never seen it before."

"Hmm, can't say I've seen it before either," Witwicky answered as he adjusted his hat, "Matter of fact, I don't quite remember buying this car either. Know for sure that I bought a bunch of old VWs years back and refurbished them, but this one's certainly a haze for me. Must be getting senile in my old age."

Loid gave him a thankful smile, despite the lack of gained information, before he returned to the wheel and flexed his fingers on the grip. Perhaps it was his curiosity regarding the insignia, or maybe it was just how this vehicle stood out among its many contemporaries in the lot, or the fact that the car's size and attributes were almost perfect for his family, but something about it...spoke to him, for lack of a better term.

I think I've finally made up my mind, Loid turned to Witwicky once more and asked, "How much for this one?"

Witwicky smiled, "Felt that "mystical bond", I take it?"

Loid actually chuckled, "I wouldn't say that, but I think I've found the right one."

"Mama, when does Papa get back?"

Yor looked up from the kitchen sink where she cleaned the dishes to see Anya, who's eyes were still glued to the tv as an episode of Spy Wars played out. Yor smiled happily at the girl's enthusiasm for the show.

"He should be coming home from work soon, Anya," Yor said before returning to the dishes, Hopefully there isn't too much percussive therapy involved.

Today, she'd been given the day off work, at least as far as her normal job was concerned. As for her other job, there hadn't been anything for today either, though there was that one group of human traffickers she'd dealt with just a few days prior. The lack of killing to be done had given her plenty of time to spend with her daughter, or rather, Loid's daughter, reminding herself that she was the step-mother in her and Loid's pretend marriage.

Shaking her head, she reminded herself that, pretend or otherwise, this family was still real. Loid was real, Anya was real, and even if it was a cover to continue her work as an assassin, she would fulfill her role in this family to the best of her abilities, and she'd protect them to her dying breath.

Suddenly, the front door opened and she heard Loid say, "Yor, Anya, I'm back."

"Papa!" Anya quickly turned off the tv and rushed to greet her father, hugging his leg while he smiled and patted her head.

"Welcome home, Loid," Yor greeted as Loid removed his coat and hat. As he hung them up, she asked, "So how was work?"

"It went by quite swiftly," Loid answered as he gave Yor and Anya his full attention, "I apologize. I would have been home sooner, but I went out to purchase something."

Anya gasped in excitement, "What is it, papa?"

Loid looked between his daughter and Yor, "It's to better help us blend in as a normal family. Here, it's parked outside."

Yor's eyes widened as she turned to Anya, who looked even more excited if that were possible. They followed Loid outside and saw, parked just at the curb of their apartment building, was a bright yellow Volkswagen Beetle with a black stripe. Loid smiled at them just as Anya ran forward and cheered, "Yay! New car!"

"Wow, Loid, this is..." Yor then realized something right as Anya opened the back door and climbed in, "Wait, didn't you already have a car?"

Loid nodded, "Yes, but the average family does either buy an extra vehicle or replace the old one after a while. In this case, I had my old car returned, seeing as it was loaned to me by a coworker anyway."

"I see," Yor looked at the new car, giggling as Anya bounced on the back seat like it was a trampoline, "Well, it certainly looks adorable."

Not to mention that, in addition to helping them seem like the average family, Yor learned over the years that cars made for a great way to dispose of unwanted things like the corpses of vile scum. Of course, that came with its own set of caveats, as it typically involved shoving the dismembered bodies into the trunk of a car before kicking it off the edge of a dock and letting it sink to the bottom of a river. Which meant if she wanted to do that then-

No no no, Yor shook her head and reminded herself, You can't use the new car to hide or dispose of bodies. You'd get blood all over it, then you'll have to get rid of it and give away to them that you're an assassin. A good wife would never make her family lose their new car just after getting it!

"Mama! Papa!" Anya jumped out of the car and ran up to them, distracting Yor from thoughts of her other life, "Can we go for an ooting in the new car?"

"Certainly," Loid smiled at his daughters exuberance, "Where do you want to go?"

"Anywhere!"

Yor laughed as Loid sighed, though the smile on his face said it all. An idea formed in Yor's head as she looked to Loid and said, "I know! How about instead of going somewhere, we just take a drive around Berlint to see the sights?"

"Yeah! Can we Papa? Can we, please?"

"Please Loid?"

Both Yor and Anya pleaded, though Anya had the benefit of being utterly adorable and impossible to say no to. And sure enough, Loid smiled and replied, "Alright, a trip around Berlint it is."

"YAY!" Anya cheered and ran back into the car, "We're going on an ooting! We're going on an ooting!"

This time, Loid let out a brief chuckle that joined Yor's giggle. The two of them looked to each other, still smiling, though Yor had to shake her head and look away as a bright blush overtook her face. Just as quickly, she ran right into the passenger door and awkwardly fumbled in opening it before succeeding and taking her seat. When Loid entered and sat in the driver's seat, she swallowed her earlier embarrassment to look forward, briefly seeing a glimmer on the steering wheel.

As she looked to the glimmer and saw a rather odd insignia on the steering wheel's center, she asked, "Loid, what's that symbol?"

"Not sure," Loid replied, "Not even the dealer knew what it was."

"Looks like a face," Anya chirped, poking her head out from behind Loid's seat. Loid, for the most part, simply shrugged.

"Funnily enough, I thought the same thing, but it also didn't seem like anything to dwell on. At least for now," Loid turned and gave Yor and Anya his full attention, "So what part of the city do you want to drive around first?"

"Let's go drive around school in the new car!" Anya jumped.

Yor smiled, "Well, sounds like a plan. Loid?"

"Eden College it is," Loid said as he fastened his seatbelt and waited for them all to do the same. As soon as they were buckled in, he turned the car on and proceeded down the road.

Even with the seatbelt on, Anya bounced up and down in her seat. She raised her head to get a better look out the window and looked at all the super tall buildings. Sure, she'd seen them all before, but now she was seeing them in the new family car! It was so cool!

"Anya sure seems to love the new car. And to think I actually considered using it to get rid of bodies."

Anya looked at Mama, who was looking forward at the road, and felt her eyes go wide. She loved her Mama, but she didn't like reading her thoughts too much. Mama's thoughts were usually pretty scary sometimes.

"Let's see here. Turn the intersection and...huh, haven't seen that cipher in a while. Looks like I'll have to meet with Handler tomorrow."

Sounds like Papa has a new super secret spy mission, Anya looked at Papa in awe. Papa's thoughts were way less scary than Mama's, and they were a lot cooler with all the spy stuff he did. And she got to help him with his spy stuff by going to Eden! Speaking of school, she started to recognize the buildings from the roads the bus took to take her there, meaning they were getting close.

Anya loosened her seatbelt a bit to scoot closer to the window, but then she suddenly heard another voice, and it wasn't Papa's or Mama's.

"-try waiting until tonight and sneaking away when they're not looking?"

Huh? Anya looked around. She heard someone's thoughts, but where were they coming from? Did she read the mind of a passing driver?

"No, that might be a problem. They'd notice that their car went missing and I don't think they could buy another."

Anya looked at the car's radio. She didn't know if she heard it right, but she tried concentrating on the car to see if it was true.

"But I can't just stay with them either, it'll interfere with my mission. ARGH! For the love of Primus, why did I have to go into stasis at that dealership? I should have just scanned the slagging vehicle and left for somewhere else to rest up!"

Mission? Anya's eyes went wide again as more questions filled her head. Her Papa's new car was alive, and it had a mission? Was the car a spy too? Could cars be spies?

"No, focus B-127. Optimus gave you a mission when he sent you to this planet. You can still figure out how to establish a base for when he and the others arrive. As a scout of the Autobot Resistance, you can't let him down."

Anya tried to process what she'd just heard Papa's new car think. She was also trying to process the fact that the car was alive and could think, but mostly his last thought made her mind jump up and down.

Planet? Scout? Resistance? Anya thought as she figured it all out, Papa's new car is an alien scout for a space resistance?

This...

Was...

SO COOL! Anya's grin went from ear-to-ear as they drove past her school.

And that's a wrap on our first chapter! Please leave a review, comment, or post depending on which site you use (Fanfiction dot net, AO3, Spacebattles, or Sufficient Velocity) to let me know what you think.

Now, since I still have my priority fics, I don't exactly know when I'll get the next chapter started (I REALLY need to work out a personal writing schedule for my stories). However, I will state that next chapter (or in this story's case, next Mission) will be focused more on Bumblebee/B-127 and his arrival on Earth.

See you all then with Mission 2: Blending In.