Within Jack's garage, a ground bridge opened up, revealing the boy in question walking out of it. Instead of the typical smile he would wear, a stern look had taken over his face.
His blue eyes have darkened into a dull grey, and if looks could kill, there would be bodies piling up high in the street. Not even an hour ago, arcee and Bulkhead had been on patrol, and Jack was just waiting for his partner to arrive back so they could go for a ride as they gotten used to doing.
When the pair was taking longer than usual, Ratchet tried to contact them but couldn't get an answer. Fireing off the ground bridge Optimus and the medic in question whent to go check up on them.
Unfortunately for them, it was a trap set up by mech. Not only did arachnid join forces with the group, but starscream had given them some Decepticon technology that allowed them to gain the upper hand.
Telling ratchet to run, Optimus held off the human group for as long as he could. but without actually giving killing blows, Optimus was taken down and capchered like arcee and bulkhead.
The thousands of mech soldiers, arachnid herself, the Decepticon weapons starscream brought the and Optimus's vow to never harm a human life, made it an easy battle for silas.
That is why he was here, Jack didn't come home to rest. Nor did he come here to cry or gain comfort fromhis mother. He's here because Jack made a promise to the greatest man that ever existed that he would protect what he loves with everything he's got and that is what he's going to do.
Ratchet was too injured and would have to repair himself before he could find Optimus and the others. Jack, on the other hand, much like Bumblebee, didn't play, and was not going to waiting for mech to do god knows what with them, which is why he brought along one of Ratchets' scanners with him.
Jack had asked the bot about his work and tech, and surprisingly, the medic told him about his work, happy to see someone interested in what he does. This is why he brought the scanner. As the team medical officer, he needs to know how everyone is doing and their known locations at all times in case of an emergency
This scanner not only allows him to check up on their vital's at all times but was specifically designed to track his teammates' life signichers. Placing the scanner aside for a moment, Jack did what he came here to do.
Like the Autobots do with their alt forms, Jack tried to disguise himself as a regular teen, he was a man of many mysteries. Mysteries he gained from His father, Jackson Darby senior. Walking over to the bicycle hung on the garage wall, Jack Took it off of the stand, the room starting to shift as if a trap was activated.
Arcee had spent months in this garage, and all this time, she didn't know what was truly in it. If she did, the fem would be giving him a serious Talking to. Jack thought to himself as the wall the bicycle was hung on and the one to the left of it revealed that thay're secretly weapons racks.
Pistols, rifles, sniper rifles, hand cannons, knives, swords, bombs, throwing stars, and various other tools and gadgets. Most of the guns had silencers on them, and the blades was made out of the most durable and light metals known to man kind plus, almost every weapon in here was tactical in nature.
The weaponry in this room, including Jack himself, were all that was left of his father's legacy. Before he went by the name Jackson Darby, Jack's father had a different name, a name he had for as long as he could remember.
This name was feared by every government agency, by every military, by every human that had an ounce of power to speak of in this world. Not many know what he looked like, it was in the profession. He was agent-47, the world's greatest assassin.
"Jack, what are you doing?." June asked her son, worry evident in her voice. Hearing the walls shifting from the kitchen, she came to see what was going on, but seeing her son standing there all cold and dark like another man she knew, was frightening.
"I'm sorry. I need to take care of something." Jack said, trying his best to smile so his mother wouldn't worry. Rushing over to her son, June slapped Jack as hard as she could. She couldn't help herself, To think another Jackson Darby has the nerve to speak those words to her sent her emotions to overdrive.
Stumbling back, even tho Jack felt no pain, he held his left cheek out of surprise, more than anything. "Mom, you okay." He asked, seeing the woman hold her right hand with her left. God, you're both the same." She said, everything about this interaction, reminding her of her lost husband.
When their relationship hit a rough patch and tempers flared, mainly June's, she had struck Jackson Darby senior and was gifted with a sprained hand much like now. "Why." The question was spoken.
"Dad said if I love someone, to protect them with all I am. I protected you when you needed it, like dad did. now someone else needs my help, mom." Thinking it over for a second, Jack gave June her answer.
Seeing the steely determination in his eyes, June knew she couldn't stop him. "If you're going on a mission, then you're going to need to dress the part." June said, getting up and heading to her room.
Knowing what she was going to retrieve, Jack got back to business. Before grabbing a gun or sword, Jack grabbed a plane silver ring. The moment he grabbed it, glowing blue patterns spread all along the inside of it.
Agent 47 wasn't only feared because he was an assassin. It was also because of the vast amount of money, time, technology, and training put into him by his former masters.
There's a saying that technology is twenty years ahead of what the government is showing us, but in reality, it's fifty-one years ahead, and part of it is in Jack's grasp.
Putting the ring on his left ring finger, Jack pondered on what he was going to bring in his arsenal. Smiling, Jack grabbed the tactical assault rifle in front of him. The suppressed TAC-4 S/A, it was his favourite out of his father's collection.
It used modified 45 calibre armour piercing bullets that would kill on impact, especially if hit in the head heart or any other vital organ. Suddenly, the gun in all its glory vanished. This was the ring's doing. It has the capability of storing a mass amount of objects.
Atomic compression, everything are just atoms with empty space around them, and this ring can get rid of that space and compress the atoms. Having always expected a situation would occur where he would have to face combat, Jack had kept every gun and magazine loaded.
One by one, he grabbed the nine magazines meant for the TAC-4, all of them disappearing into the ring. Above where the TAC-4 was held, Jack grabbed two suppressed I.C.A. 19 pistols.
He didn't know what I.C.A. meant, but his dad always carried one of these around with him, and Jack loved the stealth value of the pistols, he also grabbed every loaded magazine compatabul to them, around twenty in total, including the ones in the pistols.
Next on the list was the Sieger 300 Ghost. It is a higher calibre than the TAC-4 and has more stopping power, but only has a maximum round capacity of 12 with the extended magazines, Storing that and the dozens of clips belonging to the ghost, He moved on to a particularly odd gun different from the others.
This gun was extremely rare and powerful and was known for putting elephants on their knees. Picking it up off of its rack, Jack got used to the familiar weight.
This is a modified four bore, unlike the original, This ones barrel was sawn-off, and up sized from its original form. disappearing as well, Jack grabbed the bandolier containing six stupidly large rounds. if jack was a lesser man, he would feel insecure about the bullets.
Jack is only bringing this much fire power, not just for mech, but for arachnid. If arcee, Optimus or bulkhead are hurt or die because of her actions, he will offline the fem of a glitch himself.
Next, Jack grabbed a grenade launcher with six extra shells, a barrett 50 B.M.G. sniper rifle with an extended barrel, suppressed, and scope with ten times zoom and two extra magazines. Finally, Jack topped it off with fibre whire, two combat knives, two dubbel edged swords made out of a black metal, and several proximity bombs.
Jack would have taken more with him. The ring could store everything in the room, and even though he was stronger than a regular human, the objects in the ring still weighed something, and even though it was minor it could still affect his prowess in combat.
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Autobot base.
Bumblebee, the only one available besides Raphael that was able to open a ground bridge, was standing at the terminal kicking himself. The mute mech was sullen for the fact that he couldn't help his comrades.
Not only was he goofing off with Raphael when they were bot-napped by mech, not that he blamed the boy, But he was stuck here helplessly waiting for Ratchet to repair himself.
Meanwhile, his friends are probably getting dismantled walse he stands here waiting for Jack to return. Speaking of which bumblebee wondered how the teen was feeling. Since his arrival back to base, Jack had been furious.
He tried to hide it, but the hatred coming from Jack was thick enough to feel, and the look in his eyes before he entered the ground bridge was honestly frightening. The same looked bee had sawn on many a mech's face plates, but none that scared him like this. Not even Optimus's in the darker Cycles in the war.
Speak of unicron himself, Bumblebee was sent a notification to activate the ground bridge. Doing so, bee could see Jack walking out from it a few seconds later.
If Bumblebee wasn't left mute by megatron in the early days in the war, the mech would have been left speechless with Jack's new appearance, along with the death stare jack was wearing a fancy looking suit.
The jacket and pants were a black while The shirt was a plane white with a red tie. as bee Let out a series of beeps, jack raised and eyebrow at bumblebee. "Can you talk in Morce code?." Jack asked him. He could just about pick up the basics of what Bumblebee was saying, but that's mainly due to body language and spending time with the mech.
"What's with the suit?." Bumblebee beeped out in Morse code. "The suit was my father's." Walking over to the terminal, Jack jumped fifteen feet into the air onto it and started typing in seemingly random numbers and letters.
"How'd you do that?." Bumblebee asked, gobsmacked. Jack just jumped over double the human record seemingly effortlessly, and was typing in coordinates like he's been doing it all his life.
"How do you know how to work the ground bridge?." The number of questions about Jack was piling up. "I learned from observing ratchet. It wasn't all too hard to figure out." Jumping down from the terminal after planting a device on it, Jack headed towards the newly opened ground bridge.
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In a large room big enough to hold hundreds of Cybertronians, many monitors, whires, and most importantly, Optimus, Bulkhead, and arcee strapped to tables, could be seen as many mech soldiers scattered around the facility. All around the Cybertronians are mean looking saws, drills, and several other nesasery surgical tools.
Silas, standing next to the past out, strapped down Optimus was smirking. For such a long time, siles had been seeking to advance the humans as a species, not for the sake of humanity, but himself.
Looking around at the dozens upon dozens of mech soldiers and technicians getting ready to dissect the so-called Autobots, he let outan evil grin. Silas was much older than you would assume, he is old enough to have witnesse world war one and in all that time, he has witnessed many strange things and heard more outlandish ones.
But none more so than the Cybertronians. Honestly, it wasn't the technology or weaponry that intrigued him about them. It was all that and the essential immortality that did. as long as a Cybertronian has energon thay would live on forever and the thought of that was to tantalising to ignore.
Thankfully, arachnid, the spider themed female Cybertronians, and the silver slender jet like Decepticon's weapons were a grate boon to his endeavour.
Starscream, even though he came through with some Vehicons to dissect and the blasters thay reverse engineered worked wonders, was an untrustworthy allie at best.
But the female arachnid, walse still untrustworthy, was a kindred spirit and would be a valuable asset to silas if some obedience were instilled in her.
With arachnid, the modified energon rifles, and the nearly three thousand trained soldiers the most loyal of which he had personally trained and had enhanced through some of the super soldiers serum thay had created, no one could stop them.
With the power that was at silas's grasp, only a few beings could kill him now, and last he checked, the last active assassin was killed three years ago.
"Commander silas' the technicians and the devices are ready for dissection, sir. Which one do we begin with?." A mech's soldier wearing an all black suit instead of the dark green said. The uniform signified that he was one of silas's enhanced soldiers.
"Have team one begin with the green one. Team two will take the red and blue one." Silas ordered. "What about the smaller blue one?." the mech soldiers asked.
"She'll be saved for our new compatriot. Just collect whatever data you can, without killing her." With that last statement, the mech soldier ran off to notify the dissection teams.
He had promised arachnid that she could have arcee for herself, and to build trust between them, silas would keep his word. As long as the fem kept her's.
...
...
Less than a mile away from the mech base Optimus Prime, bulkhead, and arcee were being kept in, bumblebee could be seen speeding down towards the base.
Instead of bumblebee driving the wheel, Jack was the one at the commands. Only two people have ever been at the command of Bumblebee's steering wheel.
Raphael, when bumblebee, lost a bet, and he let the thirteen years old drive around in the desert with his supervision, and now Jack himself.
He was reluctant at first, allowing someone to take over your body shows deep trust in someone, and walset he did trust Jack, the serious aura around him, and the hope of getting their comrades back was plenty enough reason to let Jack take over the helm.
Besides, Bumblebee didn't know where they were going. Plus, the fact that Jack trusted him with his secret, a secret that he hadn't told arcee, something that would backfier, was actually spark-warming.
Although the dents in Bumblebee's currently hidden face plate were also a motifier. When Bumblebee had the nerve to question Jack's skills, he summoned a suppressed pistol out of thin air and shot him in the face plate.
The surprise of the action and the force of the bullets knocking him on his aft. When Bumblebee recovered from the experience, Jack was holding a human-made weapon that, if used correctly, would end a Cybertronian like himself.
"I could have killed you with this if I wanted. What do you think some humans can do to me?." Jack said with an icy expression on his face.
"We're nearly at the mech base where the others are held." Jack spoke as he did bumblebee's sensors picked up thousands of humans.
"Can you change your colours to match the mech vehicles." Confused on the request, bumblebee remembered the robots in disguise part of the whole being on earth. Suddenly, Bumblebee's yellow panels shifted to a light green as his physical body transformed slightly to match the mech vehicles.
Seeing that that the paint job was successful and would pass as a mech car from what he could see from the drivers seat, Jack placed another device similar to the one he placed at the ground bridge on Bumblebee's dashboard.
"You and I should be able to remain in contact through this." Jack answered Bumblebee's unspoken question. Only half a mile from the base, Jack saw a mech car with two soldiers in it.
One of the devices he had brought along was an omni coms link . The small rectangular device was able to covertly pick up and listen to any radio or communications devices. It is through this and the small earpiece Jack was wearing that he was able to overhear the mech soldiers' conversations.
Suddenly, Jack speeds off reaching the mech car, and with some surprising erratic driving, Jack sends the mech car into a tail spin. Opening the driver side window, Jack brought out the TAC-4 and sent two shots at the window walset bumblebee was still in reverse.
Both armour piercing bullets brake through the glass and kill the soldiers inside as Bumblebee was left nearly bumper to bumper with the mech car, bee's processor went blank at what Jack had done.
Getting out of the car, Jack went over to the mech car and dragged one of the dead soldiers out. As if that wasn't strange enough, he took off his jacket, followed by tie, shirt, shoes, and pants.
Much like the guns that appeared out of thin air, a bag appeared in his hands, and he started to put all of his clothes in it a moment later, the bag disappearing too. Taking the mech soldiers' clothes of Jack started wearing them himself.
Transforming, bumblebee hid the mech car behind some boulders. after Jack put the body back, He had told him some of the plan. much like Optimus, he would rather not take a human life.
But Bumblebee was not stupid to the fact that getting Optimus and the others back wouldn't be without casualties and storming into the mech base like he was planning on would have gotten him killed even with his capabilities.
Transforming back to his alt mode, Jack got back into the drivers seat and sped off to the base's main entrance. "Activate your holoform and olter it to match the mech soldiers." Doing as Jack asked, bee's holoform appeared in the passenger seat.
...
Once the guards let them pass through, Jack swiftly took out the eight guards with the TAC-4 and hidden their bodies. The task was child's play, one smoke bomb, and eight bullets Later, eight corpses were freshly made.
The base was in an abandoned town near jasper. It was able to contain 5000 people, but after the town used up all of its resources, it was left abandoned, as evident by the run-down homes.
After the bodies were hidden, Bumblebee and Jack split up. Bee would make his way to where the bots were being held and wait for Jack signal walset. Jack would clear the path, infiltrate the base, and free the bots.
Jack already had the basis of the mech's soldiers patrol patterns, and the constant call outs in his earpiece left a pretty detailed map in his mind. The town wasn't even bigger than a kilometre, and the building spread between them were thin.
...
the sounds of saws and drills rang out the room as mech technicians started their dissection. It has been nearly an hour since mech's dissection of the Cybertronians began.
Bulkhead out of the two mech's had it the worst out of their endeavour. the bot's entire right servo and ped was stripped of all his armour, and what could only be his muscle fibres and bones were being stripped as silas mealy watched.
"God fucking dam it!." The lead technician working on Optimus yelled out as his Diamond tipped titanium saw broke halfway through cutting Optimus's chest plate.
Unlike bulkhead, the prime was faring better at mech's poking around at his internal. Only his right shoulder strut was stripped, and that was the second saw the technicians broke on Optimus's chest plate.
Suddenly, the base's power went out. "What's going on? Tern on the generators." Silas roared out. Unseen to the mech soldiers, silas's eyes flashed a sickly yellow due to his anger at the disruption.
"Bravo unit check-in check-in." Not getting a reply, silas called for another unit. "Delta unit, check-in check-in!." Not getting a response. "Gamma unit, omega unit check-in." Silas called out for a response from all his ground troops, but all he got was static from the other side.
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Five minutes ago.
Walking down one of the halls of the mech's base's strong hold was Jack. he'd gotten rid of the mech soldiers' uniform, the thing having served its purpose, getting him and bumblebee in without alerting the alarms. Once more dawning his father's suit, the decision wasn't just sentimental, it was tactical.
His body could take lower calibre bullets with minor wounds, and the higher calibre bullets could only kill him at a close range and only if aimed at the head neck or heart. Which is why he was wearing the suit.
It was made out of multiple layers of kevlar and strands of titanium so thin thay could hide behind a strand of silk. Also, Jack's belt buckle served as a force feald of sorts.
Turning the right, Jack aimed the mech rifle he kept off of the first soldier he killed and ended a group of four, or so he thought he did. He'd put the output on the lowest setting for stealth, but even that was lethal enough to blast a hole in their chest.
But one of them was not only completely fine but was running at him with speeds far beyond a regular human. Standing six and a half feet tall and wearing a completely black uniform, Jack wasn't able to notice anything else before the mech soldier reached him.
The moment the enhanced soldier reached within six feet of Jack, his senses came to a near stop even with the enhanced soldiers' speed.
Most of his stronger weaponry was too loud or left a big bang, and it is evident that hand to hand combat would be time-consuming. jumping Jack put the gun in storage and doing a compleat 180 in the air brought out coiled steel whire each end attached to a handle and used both their momentums to clothes-line the mech soldier and started to strangel him.
Kneeling on the floor behind him, Jack twisted both loose ends of the fibre whire and put all of his strength into it. The whire itself is digging into the soldiers neck, blocking his airway and cutting his carotid arteries. Leaving the body on the floor as he did the rest, Jack continued the path he was heading.
No one would find the bodies. Not only has he gotten rid of most of the ground troops, killing them through one mean or another, he knew the soldiers he didn't kill wouldn't cross paths with the bodies. bumblebee himself was also constantly calling over the radio, using his own radio to match the voices of the fallen soldiers.
The building was big. Even the hallways he was walking through were big enough for Optimus to drive in, and arcee could walk through most of the doors in bot mode. As a result, most of the rooms were as big as houses, so the number of troops within them were plenty.
Turning right, Jack could hear the sounds of saws and drills clashing with metal. Stretching out his senses, Jack could view the room in his mind as shadows and white outlines.
Twenty-four data servos around eight feet tall, three large metal slabs, witch Optimus, Bulkhead, and arcee were strapped to and dozens of mech soldiers, one of them being silas himself.
Strangely enough, throughout his entire adventure, arachnid hasn't been seen and nor was she in the room. The fem had to be somewhere, and the lack of her presence was frightening.
The fear he showed in their encounters wasn't for show, arachnid was truly terrifying, especially when he's unarmed and was a reminder of the Decepticons horrible nature.
Reaching into one of his suit's pockets, Jack brought out a small transceiver and pressed the red button on the device. instantly, the mech base went dark, and Jack could hear silas's shouting for answers.
The first room he cleared was the monitor room. It held the base's power supplie and hundreds of large servos collecting data on the Cybertronians.
After clearing the room, Jack linked the servos with whires and placed a scrambler on one. it would not only send a virus on the data servos corrupting them but send an electronical shock big enough to fry all of them.
The scrambler was also linked to an explosive that would take out the power, thus the current situation. Since the door to the room was open just enough for Jack to slip through, he wasted no time. bringing out one of his knives, Jack With a speed and swiftness that belied his average build, plunged the double-edged blade into the man's heart, his left hand covering the soldiers' mouth.
Guiding the soldier's body down to the ground, he took out two throwing stars, and sent them flying like bullets at two soldiers on the right side of the door.
Just as Jack could see the bots laying on their tables, Jack had to put his garde up, reality coming to a hult as a large fist came in to contact with Jack's four-arm's, making him wince in pain the only thing his dazed mind could recognise was a glowing set of yellow eyes.
...
Within mech's garage bumblebee was hiding amongst a line of mech cars. Along with the two dozen cars, Bumblebee was hiding amongst mech had six heavily armed tanks, four jets, and ten helicopters all spread throughout the enormous garage.
Bumblebee's disguise was great enough that the hundreds of soldiers in the base didn't even suspect a thing. The shifting of his planets, colours, and the use of his hologram the mech was essentially a chameleon.
Suddenly, the entire base went dark, and the mech soldiers started to panic.
"Beep."
"Beep."
"Beep."
The device Jack left on his dashboard notified him it was time to act. Letting go of his disguise bumblebee transformed into his robot mode.
One may think it is foolish, to think Bumblebee could destroy all their vehicles and make it out of their in one piece with all these soldiers.
But one would be wrong. in mind and spark, bumblebee was a Autobot through and through. but his frame was that of a Decepticon. Optimus and the others were there when he came out of his tank and megatron ripped out his voice box for his betrayal.
Now, he would use his entire weapons systems for the first time since his activation. Bumblebee's twenty-two foot tall frame bulked up mainly in his servos, peds, and chest plate, walset his battle mask activated and optics ternd red like a Decepticons.
since he has a Decepticon war frame, his weaponry was on par with one. On his right servo, an E.M.P path blaster and a mean looking crab-like blade formed walset a heavy ion cannon formed in his left.
Besides the new weaponry, Bumblebee's armour was thickened to such a point that even Optimus would have trubel braking through.
The soldiers nearest to bumblebee were all frozen in fear, the darkness, glowing set of red optics, and what they could see of Bumblebee's bulked up form, sending shivers down the mech soldiers spines.
Pointing his ion cannon at the nearest soldiers to him, Bumblebee erased him form existence. Not stopping at him bee sent several shots at the car's, tanks, and helicopters the garage shaking due to the fire power bumblebee was carrying.
Transforming, Bumblebee did his best to dodge the blaster fire from the soldiers all around the base. Thankfully, the armour of Bumblebee's alt mode was thicker, so the shots mealy left a few blast marks if they ever landed.
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The sounds of punches and kicks colliding against human flesh rang out the examination room, the source of which is coming from Jack's and silas's fight, the pair of enhanced humans fighting with a ferocity never thought possible.
Jack wasn't weak by any means. He could lift and outrun any human-made car. not only did silas seem to have a superior physical strength to him, but greater senses.
That along with the constant interactions from silas's soldiers aiding him was pushing him on the back foot. It was only due to Jack's skill set and silas's rage clouding his mind that was keeping him in the fight.
Plus, Jack's suit and force feald was allowing him to exorb silas's blows relatively unscathed.
...
All he could feel was a processor ache, one he hasn't felt in forever, his vast frame felt sluggish, and his scanners are informing him of the damage done to his armour.
Suddenly, his audio sensors picked up what he thought to be thunder and gun shots. Turning his helm towards the disruption, Optimus thought he was having what the humans call a dream.
Cybertronians only replay their memories when they recharge, and Optimus was shor he had never witnessed something like this.
Silas with a beastly form and furious glowing eyes, was fighting one of the Autobots charges, Jack who was wearing a business suit and was looking awfully sterne.
For a few seconds, he just simply watched the two fight it out, silas while still showing some skill was clouded by his rage, but Jack, however, was exploiting that rage o so beautifully.
Jack was using everything to his advantage, unlike silas his mind was calm, and none of his movements were wasted. If he didn't know any better, he would have assumed Jack was secretly a mini-con with his robotic movements.
As both of Jack's hands were busy holding back silas from hammer fisting him, Optimus could see a mech soldiers sneaking up from behind him.
Before the prime could worn the onyx haired boy, Jack surprised him with his actions. With a greater strength and speed than he had shown so far, Jack separated silas's hands and proceeded to use the man as a stepping stone.
Using his right foot to kick silas in the face and gain some extra momentum, Jack hovered upside-down a good fifteen feet in the air and shot the mech soldier dead before he landed like a cat a few meters away from the body.
With that, Optimus's processor froze. Why was Jack killing the mech soldiers? They have done some horrible things in the past, but that was not a reason to kill...
Like a tidal wave, Optimus's memories of the past few hours rang throughout his processor. Arcee and Bulkhead's capcher, his and Ratchet's coming to rescue them, and mech's and arachnids partnership.
Slowly turning his helm, Optimus fears what he would see. He was strapped down to a table big enough to hold him, and some of his armour plating was missing.
Optimus's optics were laid bear to a horrific sight, bulkhead one of his trusted soldiers, and a member of his family was laying on a table like him stripped of all his armour plating from what he could see through the light of his optics.
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Dodging another wild Hay maker from silas, Jack grabbed the incoming fist and implanted his right elbow into his sternum.
Letting go of the lim, Jack whipped his fist into siles's throat. Taking a few steps back, Jack brought out both of his I.C.A 19's and emptied the clips into silas's chest.
Using silas's distraction to his benefit, Jack swoped his I.C.A 19's for the sawn-off four-bore.
"BANG!."
"BOOM!"
the stupidly large round fired into silas's chest, the bullet exploding upon contact with him and sending silas flying into the wall behind him.
Turning to face Optimus, Jack reloaded the four-bore and fired at one of Optimus's restraints, seeing the mech was having a tough time with it.
Using his free servo to break the rest of his restraints, Optimus gave Jack a confused, yet grateful look before checking on bulkhead.
Since there are no more soldiers within the room they're in, Jack decided to check up on his partner. As ashamed as he's to admit it, he was thankful arcee was the least harmed out of the bunch.
"BANG!." The large doors were knocked off of their frames. Both Optimus and Jack pointed their blaster and gun at the intruder, respectively.
"Stick' em up." Waving his new blasters around Bumblebee realised his entrance was un nesasery. "Optimus?." Bumblebee beeped as he rushed over to the prime.
Only a few feet away from Optimus bumblebee froze in his peds. his optics were now aware of the frightening state of bulkhead.
"Snap out of it and get bulkhead off of that table!." Having gotten arcee off of her table, Jack shouted at the mech's, snapping them out of their own processors.
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"Ah, finally done." The grizzled war veterinarian said as the last piece of damaged aurmor on his left servo. Ratchet always hated doing self repairs. The task was a pain in his aft , times like this, he wished there was another medic on the team.
As a matter of fact, more bots, despite the possibility of having more of his things broken, would be nice, and maybe Optimus and the others wouldn't have gotten capchered. As ratchet walked to the main terminal, his self scan confirmed his systems are working at full efficiency.
Mech's ambush took ratchet and the others off gard, with their number, new Cybertronian tech, and Optimus's owth to not take a human life it wasn't a surprise that they managed to capcher Optimus, bulkhead and arcee.
Now that his repairs are done, he could launch a rescue mission once he locates Bumblebee.
speaking of which ratchet hadn't seen Bumblebee in a while, which was worrying. taking their Cybertronian life span into consideration, bumblebee was like a teenager in human terms, so ratchet knew he could be hot helmed at times and is prone to rushing into things helm first.
"Bumblebee, come in. Where are you." Ratchet said over the Autobots coms but simply got static much like he did for bulkhead and arcee, earlier. As ratchet walked over to the Cybertronian sized desk to grab him a medical scanner that keeps an up to date progress of all the teams' vital's and locations, he found the device to be missing.
Before ratchet could think it over any longer the ground bridge started to spring to life. Rushing over to the control, he noticed the object Jack placed on the ground bridge controls before his and Bumblebee's departure and correctly assumed it to be responsible.
the device was too small for Ratchet to take off without damaging the terminal, so he did the only thing he could do.
Transforming his servos into his medical scalpels, ratchet stood on gard twenty meters away from the newly formed ground bridge. ready for battle with whomever it may be, mech or the Decepticons he would fight until his final spark beat.
As ratchet stood there, his audio receptors picked up two sets of Cybertronian footsteps along with some human sized ones. Fortunately for Ratchet, his frame relaxed once he saw the forms of Optimus and bumblebee running out from the bridge.
Unfortunately, he wasn't able to relax for long, for as soon as bulkheads and arcee's damaged frames carried by Optimus and bumblebee was visible, the medics care programmes kicked in and he instantly deactivated his scalpels and ran over to the med bay were Optimus and bumblebee were heading.
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"What happened to him?." Ratchet asked Optimus as he lay bulkhead on his medical table. "Mech... thay dissected him and were planning to do the same with me." Optimus replied as Ratchet's backpack sprouted several medical apparatuses that started scanning and repairing bulkhead.
The green mech really took most of the damage. The Cybertronians' physical were more similar to humans than thought. Bulkhead was nearly stripped of all his armour plating and under it, metals of different durability and properties, configurated into the general form of a humanoid.
Skin, muscle fibres, veins, bones, organs, and multiple vascular systems. Leaking from bulkheads stripped frame was energon of various viscosities, the life's blood of the Cybertronians draining from his soon to be offlined body if ratchet doesn't do anything quickly.
Temporarily taking his gaze away from bulkhead, Optimus set his optics to the still active ground bridge, and the small but surprisingly powerful form of Jack walking out of it backwards as he shot at mech soldiers on the other side with one of their own rifles.
As soon as he deemed it safe to stop shooting and was at a safe enough distance, Jack pulled out a silver rectangular device. To add to the surprises, Jack used it to close the ground bridge.
"Is that Jack?." Ratchet proclaimed as his optics picked up Jack's comparatively small frame heading towards the passed out arcee. "I will explain later, old friend. Once I get answers of my own." he told Ratchet, seeing him pause in his repairs on bulkhead.
As the medic continued his work, I walked over to Jack, who was standing on one of Ratchets' repair bays where arcee was laying down. "Jack, can we talk for a second." he said.
Not even taking his eyes off of arcee prone form. "I'm not going to apologise for what I did. you arcee and bulkhead were captured, and your gods dam no kill rule wasn't helping." Terning around to face him. "But I don't share such proclivities.
Kneeling down on his right knee strut so he was more eye to optic with the teenager. "Walset, I would have preferred to not take a human life, I'm not here to scold you. I'm here to thank you, Jackson." He spoke as he went to pat Jack on the head with a digit.
At first, he was surprised to see Jack fighting silas when he woke up. He knew the teen was hiding some secrets, especially when the files of him and his father were hidden behind so many fire walls that even ratchet had trubel braking through.
When Bumblebee rushed into the room thay we're being kept in, with his full weapons systems activated, for the first time in a long time, Optimus came to know how bad the situation came to be.
Now that he was close enough to Jack to see the finer details, his optics widened in shock. Bulkhead and optimus weren't the only one's to sustain injuries, Jack's suit was riddled with what appeared to be bullet holes, and the right shoulder of his suit had a Bern mark on it as if sustain by blaster fire
The most worrying of Jack's injuries were the five claw marks running down from Jack's left cheek to his pectoral. Along with all those injuries leading from the ground bridge to where they're standing is a trail of bloody foot prints.
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Yo, I've been thinking of crazy but fun crossovers to do with transformers prime, which I do not own, just so you know.
Instead of making him a Cybertronian or techno-organic, I wanted to keep him human.
Since I played the Hitman games and even watched the movie last week, I got the idea in my head.
Jack's ring, and most of his tech are Cybertronian in origan, but most of his guns are from the hitman games, and honestly, my personal favourites.
If you want to know what they look like, just search the names of whatever weapon I named in the first part of the chapter, and you'll be able to find an image.
The TAC-4 stealth and I.C.A 19 are hands down the best guns in the games for all around stealth and very accurate.
Most of Jack's powers are based on the assassin for hitman like agent 47, the super soldier serum from captain America and John Smith for the movie.
So since Jack has all of their power taking out a mech base isn't that impossible for him and bee.
As for silas's power, a gave him the power of a protobeast from the television series called beauty and the beast.
If you enjoy supernatural slash science fiction show with a splash of romance watch it its good.
Planning on this to be a one-shot but so have a second chapter and a half finished third I might put out.