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// Battlefield: Equestria Chapter 3 
// Story: Transformers Celestial Force 
// by Autobot Lancewing 
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Chapter 3

The red Lamborghini Diablo drove up to the mansion before transforming into the Autobot leader, Optimus Prime. He examined the damage to the mansion, and said, “Lancewing, report!”
Lancewing walked up to Optimus. “Well, there’s good news and bad news.”
“Which should I hear first.”
“Well, the good news is that we got rid of Soundwave and his minions with minimum damage; Bad news is that some of it will take a day or two to repair, and we were compromised.”
Optimus rubbed his metal temples, “What about the Prince?”
“I’m speaking with him now. He wants to know more of us, but I told him that we’d have to wait for you.”
“Well, he knows this much…”
“But he has to keep this to himself,” Ratchet said, “We don’t want the entire country freaking out.”
“Yeah, we already got one that was ready to take fire on us.” Jetfire commented upon landing.
“On the bright side, we wouldn’t have to worry about keeping ourselves a secret. But then if he’s a prince, we’d be a government secret,” Anthri said, “Didn’t you write something about that Lancewing?”
“I think I saw this in a movie,” Bumblebee commented.
“Yeah, I was about to say, that was an idea I threw out because of a movie with the exact same plot,” Lancewing said in an agitated tone before, “CURSE YOU HOLLYWOOD!!!”
“Did you see that movie with the Jaegers and the Kaiju? Man those things were HUGE,” Bumblebee noted.
“You mean Pacific Rim? That was on another world. There is this movie here called -get this- Transformares! Sound familiar?”
“Um...Was it the one where everything blew up?”
“Can we all focus, now,” Optimus asked, “This is not the time to be talking about movies.”
“Fine,” Lancewing said before turning to Bumblebee, “But this conversation is not over.”
“I believe that it is just as well that we tell him now. We have already delayed it enough.”
“Agreed.”
“Who wants to do it?”
“Well, Lancewing’s already talking with him,” Ratchet said.
“And how do you know that I don’t need a break. I can’t hold up my avatar much longer,” Lancewing said.
“Okay then, I’ll do it,” Bumblebee said. 
“Yeah, good idea, kids like yellow guys,” Jetfire noted.
“And a larger military jet that doesn’t exist yet will do better?”
“Yeah! Kids love jets!”
“One problem with that though,” Lancewing said, “This ‘kid’ is nineteen years old. Legally, he’s an adult.”
“Yeah, but to us he’s a kid.” Jetfire smirked behind his mask.
“Either way, I’m speaking through an avatar with the appearance of one of the lifeforms. If you want him to be comfortable around us, I suggest you do the same.”
“Oh, Bumblebee, you got one of those?” 
“Yup!” Bumblebee transformed, and a yellow unicorn with a black jacket, white T-shirt, jeans, and boots emerged from his alternate mode. “Whatcha think?”
“That’ll work,” Lancewing said, “Now go. Most likely, my avatar’s dialogue is mixing with mine.”
******
“One of my- Either way, I- Best stories- an avatar- Slagit! The- If you- Dialogue form my- Around us- actual body and- Same- avatar are- That’ll- Mixing,” Lancewing said in a glitched tone.
“Um...are you okay,” Lancer asked.
“I will be once- In the meantime- Bumblebee’s avatar gets- until he gets- here.”
“Um...Okay…”
“WHAT IN THE NAME OF CELESTIA IS THIS?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!”
All three who were in the room quickly bolted to the source of the voice. They make their way to the (non-existing) doors where Lancer’s father currently stands. He was a blue earth pony with a white mane. He was wearing a white- button up shirt with black pants, shoes, and blazer. Sewn onto the blazer was a gold fleur-de-lis. Lancewing quickly scanned his form and changed to match the species, but keep the clothes of his original avatar, seeing as how wolves weren’t seen in a positive light, apparently. 
Lancewing attempted to leave without the father knowing-
“Who on earth is that?!”
and failed.
“Uh, he was a concerned neighbor, honey,” The mom explained.
“I’ll bet he was concerned! What happened?!” 
“Uh...well...it’s complicated…”
“You baked potatoes again?”
“No it- hey! What’s wrong with my baked potatoes?!”
“Nothing, nothing.”
“You honestly think MY baked potatoes would do the damage of giant robots?!”
“WHAT?!”
“Um…”
“Well,” Lancer began, but. “...I got nothin’,”
“Giant. Robots.” Was all he could say.
“Honey, why don’t you go upstairs? You look like you need some rest.”
“Giant. Robots.” He repeated, while he was escorted by his wife.
"That went well," Lancer sighed.
“Actually, I thought it was disastrous,” Lancewing said as his head instantly vanished, “Glad that happened after he left.”
Lancer gave Lancewing an odd look, "Yeah..."
“Here I am,” Bumblebee said as he skidded to a stop.
Lancer looked at the colt. “So… Who are you?”
“My name is Bumblebee, Autobot scout.”
"You're late," Lancewing noted.
"Sorry. What happened to your head?”
“My head disappeared because my avatar is unstable. See ya.”
With that, the headless pony disappeared.
"Oh, I just thought the prince was REALLY ticked. Guess I was wrong.”
“Whoa! Wait,” Lancer nearly shouted, “What do you mean ‘prince’.”
"Oh, they don't call you 'prince'? What do they call you, then?"
“Just Lancer. Why?”
“I read somewhere that you were a prince, and I would guess so considering the fine structure you have here, not to mention the servants that you have.”
“That’s just because my family’s rich.”
"Oh, but how did they get so rich?"
“My dad owns a tech company amy my mom’s a fashion designer.”
"Oh...wonder why I read you were a Prince?"
“You and me both…”
“But I heard that you have more questions about us.”
“Yeah, I mean, who are you guys and why are you here?”
"Well, you see, we came here after our home planet was trashed, so bad we couldn't live there anymore, so we left."
"How'd it get so bad?"
"A war between us and the Decepticons, a bunch of big bullies."
“And I’m guessing the two that broke in were Decepticons.”
“What did they look like?”
“Well, one was red, and the other was a black jaguar. Both of them were the same size as my dad.”
“Those would be Frenzy and Ravage. And yes, they are Decepticons.”
"And the silver car?"
"’Con. That was Soundwave."
"Why do you guys have Earth words for names when you're aliens?"
“That was a coincidence.”
"I see...what does Bumblebee mean where you're from?"
“They called me Bumblebee because of my size, plus I was kind of a… bumbler…”
"Ah. What about 'Lancewing'?"
“I really don’t know. I guess because he’s a really good flier.”
"I see...kinda..."
“But enough about names, that’s for the writers of Transformers to answer.”
“Are you seriously breaking the fourth wall?”
“Yes, yes I am.”
Lancer was not amused. “Can we just get back on topic.”
“Sorry.”
“So...Why are you here?”
“Uh...Well, we were here to protect you, the Prince, but...I guess now all we’re here doing is looking stupid.”
“Well, it’s fine. Just a misunderstanding, and if you hadn’t been here those Con guys would have- I don’t wanna think about it…”
“Oh, yeah I guess it would be kinda bad…” Bumblebee rubbed the back of his head. “Uh...How ‘bout them Yankees’?”
******
“I don’t get it, according to our intel the Decepticons were coming here for Lancewing- I mean Lancer,” Jetfire said, “Sorry buddy. Force of habit.”
“Believe me, I’m ready for it,” Lancewing remarked.
“Prince Lancer is what I heard,” Ratchet added.
“But according to the public records, there is no one else named Lancer,” Bumblebee said, “But I can double-check.”
“You do that,” Ratchet said, “And while you’re at it, go ahead and check for his birth certificate.”
“Got it.”
“Why is he so important to the Decepticons?” Ratchet pondered.
“Whoa!”
Everyone looked at the Autobot scout. Optimus spoke, “What is it Bumblebee?”
“His parents are Prince Eclipse and Princess Luna.”
“Are you sure,” Lancewing asked.
“I double checked. I’m sure of it.”
“But...they said they’re not royalty.” Jetfire added.
“Hmm...This is perplexing.” Optimus thought aloud.
“Think they know something about this?” Lancewing asked.
“I would hope so.”
“I’m not so sure that’d be a good idea, they both went on to re-energize,” Bumblebee explained.
“Scrap,” Ratchet swore, “We’ll have to wait.”
“I did learn one thing about him.”
“Yes,” they all said inquisitively.
“He doesn’t like it when you break the fourth wall.”
That resulted in a groan from everyone.
“What? That’s not important?”
“What do you think?”
“Um...No?”
“That’s what I thought,” Lancewing said.
“Well, I got more than you did.”
“What did you get?”
“The fourth wall thing and his parents...thing.”
“True.”
“If you two are done-” Optimus interrupted, “I’ll need you two to head to the closest library and try to figure this out.”
“Right,” they both said.
Lancewing jumps into the air before transforming into jet mode and flying off. Bumblebee did a backflip and converted to his Camaro mode, barreling down the road.