Inspired by Misgel

No P.O.V

"Easy now, little one. This body is only a few hours old," Ratchet cautioned, gently guiding Rafael out of the Med Bay berth. Bumblebee hovered nearby, his optics filled with curiosity and a hint of awe.

Rafael, a young Neutral, caught in the crossfire of the war, was now a part of their world. His body, once human, was now a marvel of Cybertronian engineering. A surge of awe and wonder pulsed through him as he gazed upon his new form.

The sleek, crimson shell, sleek and powerful, hummed with raw energy. His optics flickered with excitement as he compared his smaller wing doors to the larger ones of Smokescreen and Bumblebee. A pang of self-doubt briefly crossed his mind, but he quickly shook it off. He was young, yes, but that didn't mean he couldn't help.He felt a surge of youthful vigor, a spark of determination igniting within him. Rafael felt a strange sensation coursing through his body.

He was changing, transforming into something...otherworldly. The words of Optimus Prime echoed in his mind: the Omega Key could destroy all life on Earth if it fell into the wrong hands. He didn't blame the Prime. He had made the difficult choice to destroy the Key, the only hope for Cybertron, to prevent a far greater catastrophe.

After a moment, Rafael's optics flickered with worry. A sense of unease washed over him as he realized Miko and Jack were missing. Panic began to rise within him. Turning to Ratchet, his voice trembled slightly, "Where's Miko and Jack?" he asked, his optics filled with a mix of fear and desperation. Ratchet exchanged a troubled glance with Optimus, his optics filled with concern. A sense of dread washed over him as he realized the gravity of the situation.

"We didn't see them," Optimus replied, his voice heavy with regret. A flicker of guilt passed through his optics, a silent acknowledgment of their failure to protect the young humans. ''Prime!!! The Pentagon's preparing to go deacon one, I need to know what we're dealing with!' The monitor flickered to life, displaying the agitated face of Agent Fowler.

His voice, amplified through his headset, echoed through the room, startling Rafael. Ratchet shot Fowler a glare, before turning his attention back to Rafael, gently adjusting the young boy's position. "To what do you refer, Agent Fowler?" Optimus asked, stepping towards the monitor with his team.'Maybe you should step outside and see for yourself.' Ratchet, watch Rafael," Optimus ordered, his voice urgent. A sense of urgency pulsed through him as he led the Autobots towards the elevator.

Rachet P.O.V

"Ratchet, watch Rafael," Optimus ordered, his voice urgent. A sense of urgency pulsed through him as he led the Autobots towards the elevator. As they rushed to confront the threat, I turned my attention back to Rafael. A wave of concern washed over me. I knew Megatron wouldn't hesitate to destroy the base, and Rafael was vulnerable. I had to finish stabilizing his vitals quickly.

"Come on, Rafael. Let's check your systems one more time," I said warmly, offering a reassuring smile. Rafael nodded, his small frame swaying slightly as he followed me into the Med Bay. A pang of concern tugged at my spark as I scanned his systems. His vitals were stable, but there was something...different.

A flicker of worry ignited within me. I'd keep an eye on it. Suddenly, the ground began to tremble. Dust and debris rained down from the ceiling, casting the room in a dim, ominous light. Rafael's optics widened in terror, his voice trembling as he stammered, "W-what's happening?" A surge of fear coursed through him. I placed a comforting servo on his shoulder, my voice steady. "It's okay, Rafael. We'll figure this out." A wave of reassurance washed over him, calming his racing spark.

No P.O.V [Location, Autobots Base Roof]

The elevator doors slid open, revealing a breathtaking, if terrifying, sight. A colossal Cybertronian structure loomed in the distance, a stark reminder of Megatron's growing power. Agent Fowler emerged from his helicopter, his face etched with concern.

"Megatron has managed to accomplish the first phase of his Cyber-Forming of Earth... the construction of his fortress," Optimus announced to his team, his optics widening in shock as he gazed upon the colossal structure. A cold dread settled over him as he spotted two familiar figures huddled near Megatron's feet.

One, a bulky figure with gray and blue plating and broad wings, was unmistakable. The other, smaller and marred with pink streaks, was equally recognizable. A wave of horror washed over Optimus as he realized who it was. "Jack and Miko..." he murmured, his voice barely audible.

"In Jasper, Nevada? I don't get it. I've already had the town evacuated. Why here?" Agent Fowler asked, puzzled by Optimus's grim expression. A realization dawned on Optimus. "Because the Decepticons have discovered the location of our base," he explained, his voice heavy with concern.

"Hey, look, it's the Nemesis!" Bumblebee exclaimed, his optics wide with alarm as he pointed towards the massive Decepticon warship hovering in the sky.

WarShip P.O.V

Megatron's voice, a guttural growl, echoed through the darkened chamber. "Our opportunity to revive Cybertron has been lost, due to the treachery of Optimus Prime. But from our fortress of New Kaon, we will seize control of this world!" A chorus of excited roars erupted from the Decepticon ranks.

"DECEPTICONS, TRANSFORM AND RISE UP!" Megatron bellowed."I thought he'd never ask!" StarScream exclaimed, transforming into his sleek jet form.

"Come, my armada! Attack! Attack! ATTACK!" The Decepticons, a horde of metal and malice, surged forward, their engines roaring as they prepared to unleash chaos upon the Autobots' base.

No P.O.V

Red Energon blasts tore through the air, colliding with the Autobots' blue energy shields. A swarm of Insecticons descended upon the Autobots, their mandibles snapping and claws slashing. The Autobots fought back valiantly, but the sheer number of the enemy began to overwhelm them. Optimus Prime, his optics glowing with determination, ignited his iconic Energon Sword.

"Retreat, Autobots! We must regroup!" he commanded, his voice echoing through the chaos. As the Autobots retreated, Fowler, ever the hero, took a stand. "Fowler, what are you doing?!" Bulkhead bellowed, shielding his optics from the intense energy blasts. "My job, two-ton!" Fowler replied, his voice filled with defiance.

He soared into the sky, firing his twin pistols and unleashing a barrage of missiles. The battle raged on, a symphony of metal clashing and energy crackling.

No P.O.V

Suddenly, the elevator doors slid open, and the Autobots rushed out, their forms a blur of motion. Ratchet's optics widened in alarm as he turned to Optimus, "What is going on out there?" he demanded, his voice laced with urgency. Optimus's expression was grim.

"The Decepticons have invaded Jasper," he replied, his voice heavy with concern. Bulkhead, ever the eager warrior, interjected, "And Fowler seems to think he can hold them off!" His voice was filled with disbelief and a hint of frustration.

'Prime reinforcements just arrived.' "Agent Fowler, you military cannot prevail against th-" Optimus began, his voice filled with urgency. But before he could finish his sentence, another voice cut through the line, interrupting his urgent message. A wave of relief washed over him as he realized who it was.

'You didn't think I was gonna let Team Prime have all the fun did ya?' Suddenly, Bulkhead let out a hearty laugh, his large frame shaking with amusement.

A wide grin spread across his faceplate as he quickly recognized the voice. "It's Jackie!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with joy and surprise. "WheelJack? But how did you...?" Ratchet's voice trailed off in surprise as WheelJack's face appeared on the monitor. His optics widened in disbelief, a mix of astonishment and confusion etched across his features.

'Pick up a strange energy surge, hope you don't mind the company.' "No, it's just that after everything, well..." Ratchet trailed off again, a warm smile spreading across his faceplate. Relief washed over him as WheelJack quickly responded.'We're still on the same Team Doc, always will be." "Ratchet, prepare to bridge everyone out of here," Optimus ordered, his voice firm and resolute.

The shaking of the base had ceased, but a lingering tension hung in the air. Rafael, standing beside Ratchet, looked up at Optimus, his optics filled with concern. "Where abandoning the base?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly. Optimus turned to the youngling, his expression grave.

"The base is lost, Rafael," he said, his voice heavy with regret. "WheelJack and Agent Fowler can only buy us enough time to escape." A surge of determination fueled his words as he turned to address his comrades. "Bumblebee, Rafael, you will depart first," Optimus ordered, his voice firm. He turned to Bumblebee, his optics filled with trust. The young Autobot was surprised, but he understood the gravity of the situation. Rafael's optics widened in fear as Bumblebee walked over to him.

"Your splitting us up?" he gasped, his voice trembling. "Shouldn't we stick together, all for one and one for all?" he pleaded, his fear growing with each passing moment. "We must disperse to avoid capture, until we can regroup and launch a counterattack," Optimus said calmly, his voice steady and reassuring. He had seen this same fear in the optics of sparklings and younglings countless times. He wanted to assure Rafael that everything would be alright, but the harsh reality of the situation weighed heavily on his spark.

"Optimus, if you please, let me go with them," Ratchet pleaded, his voice filled with concern. He placed a comforting servo on Rafael's shoulder, trying to calm the shaking youngling. Optimus considered Ratchet's request, his optics filled with empathy. "Alright," he agreed, his voice heavy with the weight of his decision.

"Bumblebee, Ratchet, and Rafael, you three will depart first." Suddenly, the shaking intensified, and Rafael's fear grew. He could feel the building trembling violently, as if it were about to collapse. Dust and debris rained down from the ceiling, filling the air. Rafael's human instincts kicked in, and he quickly moved his servos to cover his helm, shielding himself from the falling debris. Though the impact was minimal, a wave of relief washed over him as he realized Bumblebee had shielded him with his larger frame.

The shaking stopped, but Rafael knew it was only a temporary reprieve. The building was on the brink of collapse, and time was running out. 'Rafael, it's time to go,' Bumblebee buzzed, his voice filled with urgency and concern. He led the way towards the open Ground Bridge.

Rafael nodded, his heart heavy with fear and uncertainty. As they stepped into the Ground Bridge, Rafael turned to look back at his friends one last time. He took in their faces, their optics filled with concern and determination. They were more than just Autobots; they were his friends, his guardians, his family. A wave of sadness washed over him as he realized that he might never see them again.

To be continued. . .

Sorry if it didn't turn out good...