> Transformers Prime: The Equestrian War(Revival in Progress)
>  by ALoyalAutobot
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> The Unseen Threat
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TELETRAN ONE: ONLINE
SCANNERS: ONLINE
COMMUNICATIONS GRID: OFFLINE
LINKING HUD NETWORK: ORIAN PA-ER-ER-ER OPTIMUS PRIME

LOCATION: EARTH AUTOBOT HEADQUARTERS
TIME: 11:47 P.M.





Optics are optimal, CQC battle computers are fully operational, weapons are deactivated. Checking one more time before disconnecting the status HUD, I took a deep sigh. I stand facing away the ground bridge. From where I stand, turning left looking down the corridor, leading deeper into the base. To the right wing is where it leads to the outside. In front, a smaller scale of primitive, but efficient, machinery. Before, this was used as a military bunker by the humans.

Standing in front of me are four of my most trusted, compassionate, and loyal Autobot soldiers. Sitting down from my left, our team's young scout, Bumblebee. He's a young, less-experienced warrior and not without being naïve, but his courage and determination makes him our best scout.

Turning to the right a bit is our team's medical officer and scientist, Ratchet. He is an old war veteran with some temper, but beneath the old age and battle experience is a caring, concerned and considerate Autobot.

To my furthest right stands the largest and mightiest Autobot of our team, Bulkhead. His large appearance and intimidating stance will deceive some sentient beings for being a careless killing machine, but his inner strength and cautious nature makes him a "gentle giant" as the children would compare.

Turning a little to the left is the last, but not at all in slightest the least, is the team's second scout and sniper, Arcee. One of the few female Autobots to ever live through the war on Cybertron and has suffered hardships, but her loyalty to the Autobots and Team Prime is unquestionable.

My name is Optimus Prime; leader of the Autobots. We've taken refuge on Earth to collect energon stockpiles to aid in our survival with our home world of Cybertron being unable to support life.

My gaze turns to the medic, "Ratchet, have you completed the ground bridge repairs?" I asked the medic.

Ratchet faces away the console to address my question. "The fuel lines are intact, satellite connection is stable, energon flow is fluent, and," he pauses, taking his right hand and patting the side of the console, beaming a little with pride, "I managed to defrag the hard drive. We should come and go without any problems in global transportation. Though, I keep having to reset the password. How is Rafael even able to crack them? They're in Cybertronian for Primus' sake!"

Bumblebee voiced his opinion in the only way he can that our team and his close human friend, Rafael, are capable of understanding. Letting out soft chuckles. If he were able to, he would be smiling. Arcee took a turn to smile before commenting, "Just because he's a human, doesn't mean he's dumb, Ratchet. Even a scientist would've figured this out by now."

He eyes Arcee and Bumblebee for a moment, then turns to his console screen sulking his head. Grumbling something I couldn't make out.

"Why aren't we out there fighting the Cons? They could be looking for the relics right about now," Bulkhead says while he collides his fists together. Impatience radiating around him.

With Megatron in possession of three Iacon relic coordinates, it is only a matter of time before he claims the first one. The longer we delay, the greater the risk he will get his hands on them. However, I spoke to counter Bulkhead's impatience, "Bulkhead, you have every right to be concerned. But one is only capable of doing so much, and Ratchet is no exception."

Bulkhead didn't back down, "What if we all pitch in then? We could fix it faster, then bridge to the relics and start digging them up before the Cons do!" he grins, appearing satisfied his plan sounds foolproof; It is anything, but...

Ratchet turns from his console, glaring at Bulkhead, "What do you know about space bridge technology?! You are only capable of smashing things than fixing! Along with a few reminders of what you did to my equipment! I wouldn't have to be improvising with what little I got," he fumes, proving his point by motioning towards a container of the medic's once functional equipment.

Bulkhead tried to make a comeback, but fell short. He sulks his head before walking to another section of the base. It maybe for the best. If we are to make what's left of the relics, then we will wait. "Ratchet, how much longer before the bridge is operational?" I ask.

"I should be nearly finished. I just need to do a test run before any of us even thinks of using it," he says. After he punches a few codes in, he pulls the switch.

I turn around facing the machine in-question. The familiar humming of the ground bridge echoes in the base. One by one, rings that reach inside the tunnel lights up. Then, it began emitting green, particles of energon as it encircles the tunnel before forming an aqua-green vortex.

"Ground bridge stable and going strong. Going to do a few more system checks before I conclude the test."

What none of us have anticipated is the container, sealing Ratchet's broken equipment, was leaking dark-purple fluids. Trickling down agonizingly slow. The stream sluggishly makes it's way towards a pile of open wires. Before any of us could prevent the catastrophe, the igniters have lit the fuse. Another trail, not far behind, leaks inside a pipe that connects to the energon fuel lines.

The ground bridge is shaking. The friendly aqua-green color we've been accustomed to, changes to a violent, dark purple. I could feel the power resonating in the bridge as it builds up. The base's alarms were blaring, the lights are flickering and the monitors displaying error messages. Ratchet, in a panic, trying frantically to shut off the bridge.

"I can't turn it off!! The controls are damaged!" Ratchet yells over the base's malfunctioning alarms. "I can't activate the override code! The systems are lockin- AGH!" he yells, using his arms to shield himself from the sparks on the control panel, stumbling backwards. There was nothing we can do now. Only wait and see if the bridge will short itself out. My hopes were quickly fleeting as the vortex of evil influence seems to only grow stronger.

A suction is being formed as time passes. I start hearing screeching noises that originally would happen when it is rubbed firmly against metal. I'm starting to lose balance as the strength of the suction was slowly pulling me in. "We must vacate the base, now!" I barked.

Snapping out of their stupors, everyone made a break for the nearest exit. It seems the delay in our immediate departure have bought the bridge enough time to start pulling us in to wherever fate has decided.

Being the one closest to it, I couldn't find anything to grab a hold of. Quick to act, I pull out my blade and thrust into the concrete floor. The suction is growing stronger. I can feel the stress building in my blade. Ratchet also imitating my move shoving a blade into the floor.

I looked to see Arcee grabbing a hold of the railing that was build into the small structure of the human's catwalk. 

Bumblebee nearly lost his footing before latching onto Ratchet's hand. "Just hang on, Bee! Don't let go!"

I hear loud footsteps echoing at the corridor. "Bulkhead! Stand down! Vacate the base before-" it was too late. Out of desperation, Bulkhead tripped over the container that was now lying on the floor. I reached out to grab his hand after ducking to avoid being knocked into the bridge. My arms hurt from the stress and it is steadily growing more painful. Bulkhead's weight only making it worse.

I look to the left to see Bumblebee slowly losing his grip. It was futile, and lost his bearings. Letting out a high-pitched beep as he flew towards the bridge. The pain intensified as Bulkhead grabbed his leg with his free hand as the scout was hanging limp like a ragdoll from the force, various objects flying past us. The bridge is getting stronger. How is this possible?!

The railing on the catwalk Arcee was holding onto breaks and she flew by us. She grabs both of Bumblebee's hands. Ratchet held on as long as possible. The concrete floor held on. His blades soon slide out of the floor grabbing onto Arcee's legs.

The pain is unbearable. I keep pushing all of my strength into preventing dooming us all. I keep holding and praying that my sword will hold. Until the horrible sound of a loud *CRACK* sounds out. "Noooooo!!!" was all I could do and then everything went black.

CONNECTION: LOST
REESTABLISHING LINK TO NEW HOST





LOCATION: UNKNOWN
TIME: 12:08 A.M.

It is night time once more as we wander through the streets of Ponyville... almost tis like Ponyville *ahem* sorry, still getting used to modern society's social communications. Back on track, it is much like Equestrian lands with only one difference is me being asleep. I wonder through Ponyville in my dream form for which I can see them but thy cannot see thee. In my dream form, I can travel throughout Equestria without being hunted down by assassins and so on.

Tis a beautiful night as my little ponies sleep in comfort. With me being princess of the night, it is my duty to see they sleep in peace as well as watch over them. In the dream world, I can, how do they put it... "knock out birds with stones"? It does not matter. I have seen ponies sleep at night.

My sister was right. Some ponies do relish in the night as well as day. How could I let myself give into jealousy so easily...

No, I must not dwell on the past. What came has come to pass. I need to endure with my sister for whatever fate has in store for us and do what I have to ensure Nightmare Moon never returns.

Oh dear, another pony is having a nightmare... this is the eighth time this week. Something is causing them, I know there must be. Without evidence, I cannot make a clear case however. I'll act on what I can do for now.

I extend my wings as I made a b-line to the nightmare the pony is occupying. I come to a slow stop as I hover in front of the dream bubble. Most are white as I'm concerned, but when there's a nightmare it changes to black. I do not know how it works, but all I know is that it helps me point out the suffering ponies.

I glare at the black dream bubble as if tis were a convicted pony and was about to be charged for their crime. "Tis is not the night thy shall torment my little ponies. Be gone, whelp! Your kind is unwelcome!" I declare as I prepare to enter whatever Tartarus has in store.

*BOOM*

I yelped as the shocks of an invisible force caught me off guard and nearly lost my flight balance. After several attempts of regaining my balance, I turn to the sound where the explosion originated. Odd... how could there be an explosion when there was none?

I gasped when I saw a dark-purple, swirling mass of energy appear in the sky; looming over the forsaken forest of the Everfree. It was roaring with pure, unadulterated energy. Such power could turn anypony into ruthless, power-hungry tyrants. This energy it was emitting sent chills down my spine... the familiar tingle of power when I turned into Nightmare Moon was there. 

Again, I was startled when several projectiles of junk, both familiar and unfamiliar, was shot into the canopy of trees. No sooner has that rain of objects seize, five more appear, several times larger than my size.

I screamed in surprise, twirling my body out of instinct when one of them hurled into my direction, destroying the dream bubble I was going to enter. The pony won't suffer any shocks from that but will be one shock of waking up. Without the dream bubble the pony is doomed to awaken... but for one to have such power to destroy dreams... my word.

My eyes followed the, what do they call it, "Soaring Sky Objects"? I gazed at the flying, building sized objects as they all scatter to different locations. I sighed in relief to see none of them had hit any homes, but that does not mean no warrant of an investigation. If we are dealing with a threat with magic nearly, nay, as powerful as Discord, we may need all available resources. I must warn my sister!

I summon my horn as it flares with magic before snapping my eyes open, lying awake in bed. My heart pounding in fear at the possibility of our fair kingdom being in danger. I immediately jump out of bed and rush towards to the doors of my room, slamming them open with a loud *BANG*. My ears perked to the sounds of groaning. I facehoofed at my carelessness. How foolish of me! Forgetting the guards on post!

I quickly mutter apologies before sprinting towards my sister's room. Dodging the guards, maids, and nobles along the way. I keep apologizing as I swerve out of their paths. I didn't have time to avoid a maid carrying a vast amount of beverages on the tray. There was a loud yelp of surprise as the food was launched into the air, followed by a *CRASH*.

But I could not stop and help, I must warn Tia. While I am powerful in the arts of magic, the power was near at Nightmare Moon level that was displayed by the wormhole. We may need more than just my magic.

By the time I reach the doors to my sister's room, I charged without thinking dispite the guard's protests of not disturbing my sister. This did not go unnoticed as my sister jerked up out of bed in panic. My lungs were burning and I was gasping for the lack of air my body was neglected in recieving.

There was a long pause as my sister and I locked gazes. The tension in the air was thick as ice. After an eternity of silence, Tia spoke, "Dear sister, what is the matter? It's as if you saw yourself as Nightmare Moon for the first time."

Calming my racing heart and slowing down my breathing, I bring her attention to my voice as I shut the doors and cast a sound-proof spell on the walls and doors. "Sister, the kingdom maybe in danger" casting her a worried look. Her silence notioned me to continue, "A massive portal appeared high above the Everfree. The amount of magic put within that portal could have been the unstable magic of the Everfree, but the 'why' and 'how' is unknown. What concerns me is the power that it emitted..." pausing to let it sink in before continuing, "the power was rich and very unstable, but I know not of whom or what could've caused it."

Celestia was pacing around the room while listening and thinking. "I see..." was her only response.

"There's more," I continued. Tia groans in response, "the portal was shooting out several objects of different shapes and sizes, but a few stood out the rest."

Sister began pacing while thinking. "The few you saw stood out, did they hit anyplace?" Looking towards me.

"No, thankfully. They did land near the small village of Ponyville. Other than that, nopony was injured, nor was there any signs of destruction," I replied, then added, "However, the impact surely has caused a stirring among the masses. If they get wind of this, there could be a mass riot. We must have them evacuate so we can prevent it." Celestia just chuckled at my fear.

Before I tried to ask her what's so funny, my sister speaks, "Luna, my sister, while I'm grateful you care deeply about my, or should I say, 'our' little ponies' safety, I highly doubt there would be a mass riot in Ponyville. Not to say it hasn't happened, but those were handled very well. And might I add, only happened a few times."

I sulked my head, concerned about what might happen. I heard hoofsteps softly and calmly growing closer. Then I felt something soft and feathery on my chin, tenderly lifting my muzzle to face my elder sister. The wisdom and humbleness practically glowing within her pupils. She gives me a gentle smile before saying, "But to put your anxiety at ease, I will send a letter to my faithful student and let her and the Elements investigate. Afterwards, we'll set out to Ponyville in a few minutes. Would that be alright?"

I felt some of my fears loosen up a little, giving my sister a grateful simle. She bends her neck around my neck to give me an equine hug, to which I heartily return. Such compassion, kindness, and armed with wisdom of a thousand wise-ponies. And I missed it all... I was a fool to give into my selfishness.

Reluctantly, I released from the warmth and comfort of my sister, as I turn around to leave the bedroom to get ready. "Oh, and one another thing, Lulu," she calls teasingly. I stop and turn to face my sister, a cheeky grin plastered on her before saying, "Next time there's a big phenomenon occurring, try to not make it a chore for the maids and guards to avoid raising suspicion. You made it look like it's the end of the world. Or better yet, teleport in my room instead."

I winced and then facehoofed, remembering the mess I've caused in the halls during my adrenaline rush. I grinned sheepishly at her. Tia chuckles before her horn glows and levitates a piece of scroll and quill, then start writing. 

As I exited the room, I saw the results... I groaned at my premature actions... a maid was covered in various assorted food, visibly upset at the mess. She got a quick look at me, remembering who I was before putting a fake smile. I hope they will forgive and forget this.

I yelled, "Guards!" Quick as a whip, two armored bat-ponies came to me at the sound of my voice, saluting. Although, the maid mistook this as an arrest and took off. I rolled my eyes before giving their orders, "My sister and I are leaving in twenty minutes! Have both of our chariots ready in fifteen minutes!"

With a stamp of their hooves and a loud, "Yes, your highness," they took off. I let out an exhausted sigh, rubbing my temples with my forehoof. If things go well, then there won't be a reason to worry. I mutter, "I sincerely hope you're right, Tia. I don't want anypony getting hurt..."

I don't want Starswirl's prophecy to come true...
> First Contact
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CONNECTING: TWILIGHT SPARKLE
ERROR: ORGANIC LIFEFORM
SOLUTION: ELEMENT OF MAGIC
MERGING SIGNITURE: COMPLETE
LOCATION: EVERFREE FOREST BORDERS
TIME: 12:29 A.M.
21 MINUTES AFTER IMPACT





Whatever caused those tremors woke up all of Ponyville. I was heading to bed when it happened. Now everypony and their brother came to investigate the source. The crowd was murmuring loudly, as if they were a flock of chatterbox sheep. With me being the only princess nearby, it landed on my hooves to deal with this. I haven't been a princess for a week and I'm already taking responsibility? Dear Celestia, it's like I'm the only pony, or princess in Equestria they have to turn to! But I can't shirk my position, nor my responsibility. If it is another threat against Equestria, it's another threat to me, my family, and my friends...

"Everypony, may I have your attention please," that voice of influence could be none other than Mayor Mare. The murmurs in the crowd quickly died down and had turned their heads towards me, my friends, and the Mayor. "Thank you," she addresses before continuing, "The events behind the tremors are, thankfully, non-natural thanks to our weather team's thorough sweep. Therefore, it is not an earthquake," there was a collecting ring of sighs.

(W.I.P.)
> Chapter 2: Editing Complete
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What in Primus?


NAME: BUMBLEBEE

SYSTEM STASIS REPAIRS: 99% COMPLETE

VOICE BOX STATUS: DAMAGED

SYSTEMS: ONLINE

WEAPONS SYSTEMS: ONLINE

OPTICS: ONLINE

AUDIO PROCESSORS: ONLINE

STASIS REPAIRS: COMPLETE

DISENGAGING STASIS

SYSTEMS REBOOTING

Bumblebee's optics flicks on. The pain starting to course through his aching limbs. He slowly lifts himself up, letting out a long, low, boop, as if groaning in pain. As he observes his surroundings, he asks himself the million dollar question, "Where am I?"

Nothing seems different about the environment, except there was a tree with a door built within it. Bumblebee never really understood these strange human designs. The area around him is tropical, so he was thinking he was somewhere in South America's Amazon Forest. What was odd is that his climate monitors told him otherwise. The temperature was reading around eighty to ninety degrees Fahrenheit, no where near the Earth's equator.

He didn't acknowledge the strange colorful Equine's presence until his audio processors picks up voices right next to him, all feminine. Thinking his cover's been compromised, he may as well take a look at his new witnesses so Agent Fowler can talk with them to keep their presence a secret.

To his surprise, instead of humans, in their place is seven colorful equines. Two have wings, one has a horn, while three of them where normal, an exception to the one he assumes is a zebra. One of them has a horn and wings, leading him to believe it's the leader of the herd. Most of them are carrying very unique necklaces, while the one he thinks is the leader, wears a tiara of some sort. The zebra is wearing a cloak and some bags hanging over both sides.

When he started speaking in his normal robotic voice, he was shocked to see one of them could speak!

"Uh... we come in peace?" the purple one says nervously.

Bumblebee was quick to notice his presence was intimidating them. He trys to apologize, then quickly realizes they don't understand him.

"It's OK... I see you're trying not to scare us, but you are... v-very big..."

Bumblebee quickly jerks his head up, asking who spoke to him?

"Um... me."

Bumblebee focused his optics on the cream-colored, pink-haired, equine.

Bumblebee just stares at the shy, winged pony. He just had to ask, "You can understand me?" in his robot voice.

"Y-yes, I can understand you..."

Bumblebee couldn't believe his luck... he thought only Cybertronians, with the exception of Raf, could understand him.

"I guess there's more to this universe than meets the eye," he thinks to himself.

He wasn't alone, the group stares at it like it came from another planet entirely. It notices the stares, and lets out an adorable squeak of nervousness.

The cyan-winged equine stares at the shy equine, then at Bumblebee, then to back to it, then back at him.

"Wait, if the voices I heard earlier were female, then they must be the owners of the voices. They all must be female," he muses, now restraining himself from calling them "it".

The cyan pegasus snorts in disbelief, then speaks in a noticable tomboyish voice, "Oh yeah? How do we not know you're trying to buy our trust then stab us in the flanks?"

After a series of beeps and boops, the cream pegasus translates, "H-he said, 'how do I not know if you're going to play innocent, then feast on my Energon,' whatever that means..."

The rainbow-haired pegasus retorts with, "I don't know, you tell me."

"Rainbow,"  the purple one shouts, "that's quite enough! Excuse me, Mr...?" Twilight politely asks.

Bumblebee finishes her sentence, Fluttershy translates, "Uh... he said his name is 'Bumblebee;' or, 'Bee,' for short."

Twilight nods, trusting her meek friend's ability... though, she'll have to ask Fluttershy about her ability to communicate, later.

"OK, then, Mr. Bee. I wanted to ask you somethings dealing with your arrival in Equestria."

Bumblebee lets out some beeps and boops, with a tone of worry in his voice. The pink-haired pegasus translating, "Uh... Bee said he needs to find his team. He's worried."

Twilight gapes, realization hitting her like a freight train at high speed. After a moment of silence, "YOU MEANS THERE'S MORE GIANT ROBOTS?!" she yells to Celestia's sun.

Panicking, Bumblebee quickly explains his predictament. Fluttershy translates, "Uh... he said a transport device called the 'ground bridge' malfunctioned then sucked them in. He says there's only three of them, excluding himself."

The pink equine quickly bounces up to Bumblebee's face, startling him at the insane speed she went then starts to speak so fast he could barely understood half of what she said, "Ooooohhh, more alien robots? If there's more robots, then that means more partys, and three more robots means three times more parties, and four times two equals eight total parties! *GASP!* We could host it at Celestia's castle, and invite all of Equestria over! The biggest, craziest, most totally awesome party in ALL OF EQUESTRIA!!!" she shouts in excitement before she was yanked by an invisible force.

The purple-winged unicorn clears her throat, before speaking, "I think we're getting off on the wrong hoof here. Let us introduce ourselves. I'm Princess Twilight Sparkle... in training."

The orange equine speaks next, "Ah'm Applejack, proud owner of Sweet Apple Acres. We grow the finest apples in Equestria."

The purple haired, white fur unicorn spoke with a voice fit for a high class richpony, "The dazzling and gorgeous Lady Rarity, and might I add, your color scheme really brings out your buzzing appearance. Those wings suit you well, hence the name."

Bumblebee ignores the last part, waiting for the last four to finish.

The pink pony speaks next with speed that would put his old friend, Blurr, to shame... how Bee misses his friend.

"Hi, I'm Pinkie Pie, and we're going to throw you and your friends the most totally awesome party! Since you're new, then that makes you my friend, and if you're my friend, then everypony's your friend. But are you here to play with us, eat us, suck our brains with straws, destroy us, vaporize us?"

Bumblebee couldn't hold it back anymore and threw himself into a fit of laughter with high pitched beeps and boops.

The pink-haired pegasus giggles along, smiling while saying, "You made him laugh, Pinkie."

Pinkie gave a triumphant smirk, and says, "Hah, see? Another smile! Chalk another one up for Pinkie Pie!" she says, pulling a chalkboard from the middle of nowhere that appears to have several chalk marks under the words "Frowns" and "Smiles" written on it... the smiles section is running out of room.

The pink-haired pegasus quietly speaks, "M-My name is Fluttershy, I take care of the animals that live in Ponyville and the Everfree forest. I can trust you, I think... you're not a bad pony, er... alien."

Bumblebee couldn't help but smile under his faceplate. He can already tell she's a real sweetheart.

Turning his head towards the cyan pegasus, she puffs out her chest with a cocky smirk on her face, saying, "I'm Rainbow Dash, fastest flyer in Equestria, and future Wonderbolt!" while sticking her nose up. For some reason, she reminds Bumblebee of Wheeljack and Cliffjumper at the same time...

The zebra speaks next, "I am Zecora, a pleasure to meet. In the mess you're in, it's a strange way to greet."

"Strange? They way you talk is strange to me," Bumblebee thinks to himself. He didn't say it out loud to avoid offending her.

Bumblebee was about to say something, when his optics caught sight of a green, uneasy glow. The strange glowing objects gave a fierce growl, the ponies seem to be coughing.

"Ugh, what is that smell? It almost smells like..." Twilight says, before Zecora cuts in.

"Timberwolves, they are near! You must flee from here!" Zecora speaks in a panic, yet calm expression.

When the Timberwolf leaped out of the bush, it's prey clearly the candy colored ponies, a sound of shifting parts from behind the equines startles them. Something was attached to his arm, two barrels sticking out of it, "Go scrap yourself," he speaks in his head, and the sound of blaster fire echoes and blew the Timberwolf to smithereens, but Twilight was still afraid.

"Bumblebee! Timberwolves regenerate, we need to get out of here, now!" Twilight yells, her face showing fear.

Bumblebee decides to take action and ask questions later. The sooner he gets them to safety, the sooner he can begin his search for the others. After a moment of shifting parts, his form changes into a carriage of some sort.

"What the hay is that?" Rainbow asks with a look of confusion.

"Who cares, let's mosey long girls!" the farm pony shouts, jumping inside. The rest followed suite. Except Zecora, who knew how to handle these types of creatures.

"Aren't you coming, Zecora?" Rarity asked.

Zecora simply replies, "Do not worry, my little pony"-pointing towards her house-"from here, I'm in no hurry."

"Oh, quite," Rarity retorts, before Bumblebee floors it. Sending all his new friends into the cushions of the car seats.
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Getting the Team Together - Part 1


It felt like mega-cycles to Bumblebee. Navigating the twists and turns, narrowly avoiding small animals, and barely dodged a bat-winged lion with a freaking scorpion tail! What in Primus' name is this crazy world?! As if meeting talking, rainbow-colored ponies wasn't crazy enough for the young Scout.

After a couple more turns, they were outside of the forest. Bumblebee opens his door for them, allowing the dizzy and nauseous ponies out.

They sluggishly recover from their wild ride, allowing their stomachs settle. Twilight wanted to thank Bumblebee and ask him how he's able to change into vehicles from the mirror world. Much to her dismay, Bumblebee was already gone. Nothing left but printed tracks in the dirt.

The Mane Six gazed at the forest in disappointment, their new discovery disappearing into the forest.

Rainbow lets out a groan, saying "Ah, darn it! Here I thought we'd make friends with it, but NOOO. It left us out here, and ran back in," looking at the entrance they just came out from, "I think he's trying to summon his alien friends to start an invasion!" Rainbow says while beating her forehooves together.

Rainbow is feeling pumped and ready to charge in. She twists her right front elbow away, her left elbow in the front as if she's about to tackle somepony. The tomcolt pegasus launches forward, falling flat on her face into the dirt by a sudden tug on her tail. Lifting her head up, she turns her head to see the wise-pony halting her moment of bringing action. The face meeting her's was Applejack; a multi-colored tail in the mare's muzzle.

Spitting out the funny-tasting tail, Applejack looks at Rainbow. Her face in the shape of disbelief. The orange mare told Rainbow, "Listen here, Dash. Ya shouldn't be accusin' them solely on their appearance," she lectures Rainbow, "We don't want another unwelcomin' Zecora."

Rainbow snorts, talking back, "Weren't you the one who panicked when Zecora first came into town"-pointing her hoof in AJ's nose-"then screamed, 'Look out for the Everfree Forest creature! It's coming!'" Rainbow mocks while getting back up, snickering, causing the orange mare to blush in embarrassment.

The little pink ball of sunshine giggles as the two mares stare at each other. Then, she explains in her own sense of logic, smiling and said, "Maybe it's a friendly alien invasion! First, they are going to bring us loads of presents! Next, make peace with us! Then, we throw them some awesome 'Welcome to Ponyville and Equestria please don't invade us' party!"

Applejack and Rainbow ignored Pinkie. Rainbow looks at AJ, waiting for a reply. Applejack takes deep breath before saying, "While that may be true, Dash," she says honestly, Rainbow smirking in victory, "Except now, we're facin' aliens; arrivin' in our world by some crazy accident by a ground whatchamacallit"-looking at Rainbow with a straight face-"and we all learned not ta judge others based on their appearence, be it alien or native," wisdom flowing from their lessons of late.

Applejack waited for it to sink in before Rainbow looks down at the ground, musing the apple pony's words. She lowers her head a little, not looking at Applejack,  and muttered, "Yeah... we did learn that, didn't we?"

She looked up and saw Applejack giving her a sincere smile.

Their little pep talk was interrupted by Twilight; she was voicing her orders, "Rainbow Dash, I want you to go and take a look from the air. See if you can find three of the others," receiving a nod before Rainbow flew off, then turns to face the white unicorn and orange earth pony, "Rarity, Applejack, you two back us up," the fashion pony and farm pony looking at each other with uncertainty. Twilight turned to the cream-colored pegasus,  "Fluttershy, gather any information from the animals of the Everfree Forest," she lets out a quiet squeak in response. "Pinkie Pi-" the party pony looks at Twilight. An oblivious, giddy, eager smile plastered on her face, "Uh... you will... agh, whatever you do best at finding things!" she finishes.

Pinkie giggles, "Okie dokie lokie! I wonder if they got sent to the writer's room... I think I'll-" she was interrupted with a zipper on her lips, a glimpse of purple magic on Twilight's horn.

"No talk, just do it!" Twilight yells in pain, her head already throbbing from Pinkie's nonsense.

She never understood Pinkie Pie's 'Pinkie Sense' while living in Ponyville and nearly lost it! It took all her willpower to not strangle the random party pony. She swore on Celestia's mane, she'll never question Pinkie's actions or anything that doesn't make sense ever again!

Once they've all received their tasks, the search began.

One thought crosses Twilight's mind, "I hope we're not too late..."


Unknown


A slim, blue, female Autobot was in the middle of a rocky pit. Several massive, sapphire-like, crystals sticking out from the ground; a few spreading on the cliffside.

A grunt from the unconscious Bot, she slowly stands up. Her optics trying to readjust to the rocky terrain. Her first thought was, "Odd, I'm getting the strange feeling of deja vue..."

As she got up, the place was looking more and more like the place where the Energon blew up in a firefight.

Her sightseeing was interrupted by a sound; an engine roar. Thinking it was more Decepticons, she quickly spun around, her hands replaced with Ion Blasters; pointing at the source of the engine noise... then dropped them.

"What the... is that?!" she thought in shock and hope.

Up on the rocky edge, the vehicle in-question spoke with a voice she never thought she would hear again. "Cee? How'd you get here? You know your way around better than I thought," the vehicle's gears and parts twisted and turned to reveal a red Autobot with horns on his head, with a familiar, cocky smirk on his face.

She could not believe what she is seeing, "Cliff... y-you're alive?!" she barely shouts, but it still could be heard. Confusion and questions was wrecking her mind.

"Of course I'm alive," Cliffjumper replies, "What makes you say that? I hope you aren't sunk in dpression with Tailgate again, are you?" he asks in puzzlement.

Arcee was in a trance, her mind being in a frenzy to make sense of things. Finally, she answers, "Y-you were killed by the Cons. Starscream extinguished your spark," she thought of something to test him, "Cliff, what happened after the Energon Mine in Nevada went supernova?"

Cliffjumper's smile went from confident to malice, "Well, you did leave me to rust in there... I'm only a pawn to your team..."

"Wait, what are you-" her surroundings changed, the sky turning darker, "What in Primus?"

The Nemisis is above her, the Decepticon's only means of transportation and base of operations hovering with it's constant engine hums. A voice she oh-so wished to have scrapped a couple of months ago, is now speaking.

"Yes, she did drop your corpse... didn't you, Arcee?"

She turned around, then suddenly felt a sharp pain in her abdomen, it was spreading throughout her entire body like Scraplets on a feeding frenzy. With a painful yell, she collapsed in a crippled mess, Energon leaking out of her wound.

She took a look at her attacker, then spat his name out in disgust, "S-Starscream..." she weakly mutters. The world was getting darker in her vision,  Arcee's life losing it's grip.

Starscream spoke to her with a sadistic smile on his face, his right claw covered in Arcee's Energon, "You couldn't save your precious partner, Cliffjumper," he says, thinking she already lost, "You couldn't save Tailgate on Cybertron," his smirk grew, "Now, you have a human pet as your 'partner,'" he mocks, then laughs at her, "Hehahahahaha, are you planning on adding him to your list?"

A sudden sound of shifting parts, his face was met with a blaster, the end of a barrel pointed towards his head. This didn't frighten him, but Arcee didn't care.

"Go scrap yourself, Starscream..." she hissed.

The sound of a blaster charging filled her audio processors. Once it was fully charge, she pulled the trigger.

The loud zapping noise echoes into the air, a gaping hole left in Starscream's head... but it didn't faze him, nor was he yelling in agony. Instead, the hole seemed to seal itself up, no sign left of the blaster fire in the first place. Starscream waves his figure at Arcee, taunting her.

"*tsk* *tsk* *tsk* very naughty of you to shoot your executioner," he says as his smile reaches both sides of his head, "Now, prepare to become reunited with your partners"-raising his talon-like hands into the air-"I'll tell Jack you said, 'hi'. Then again, I don't think that will be a problem," he says, trying to make his victim suffer more, "I'll give him a free ticket to oblivion, after I've skewered you," Starscream laughs, preparing to add Arcee to his list of slain Autobots.

Arcee looks in fear... she failed Team Prime, she failed the Autobots, she failed the Humans... but more importantly, she failed Jack.

"Forgive me, Jack. I failed you. I'm sorry, Cliff. I couldn't stop the Cons..." she thought with sorrow, awaiting her death by Starscream's hands. 

Before Starscream could bring his hand down to kill Arcee, a small light was shown. The moon appearing over the horizon. It had a shadow of a horse with a horn.

The shadow opens it's eyes and a bright flash covers the landscape. Everything, the Nemisis, Cliffjumper, Starscream... all gone... in their place, a dark-blue, winged equine with a horn on it's head, stood in their place.

Arcee stares in disbelief, then squinted her optics shut in pain. Her mysterious savior slowly approaching her, it's horn coated in a blue aura. Arcee felt she should stop it, but for some reason, the air around the dark-blue horse was bringing a sense of calm and security... almost as if she felt at peace.

The aura on it's horn coats her wounds in the same colored aura. She gasps in astonishment as her wounds began to seal itself, not a blemish of her injuries had left any traces. It's like never existed.

Arcee looks at it in wonder, "What are you," she asks in her mind, "Why did you help me?" one question raises another. Before she could ponder any further, it spoke?!

"I do not know of thy species, but thou does not wish to introduce yourself?" it spoke with regal authority and a mix of medieval accent in it's speech Arcee would always hear when Jack was studying Shakespeare in English.

"I must be dreaming..."/i] was the only thought that crossed Arcee's mind, "Might as well play along," she muses. She then responds, "S-Sorry, my name is Arcee... but may I ask, who are you?"

The dark blue equine looks at her, stunned, but answers nonetheless, "My name is Princess Luna. I watch over the night as my sister, Princess Celestia, rests. Doest thou not know of the name of this land in which you roam?" Princess Luna asks with puzzlement on her face, "If this "thing" does not know what this land is, then clearly it's not from this land. If not, from this world," Luna thinks.

"No I don't, Your Highness," Arcee answers, remembering being in the presence of royalty. She stood up and bow to show respect.

The night princess raises her hoof, gesturing for Arcee to rise, "Please, thou must not strain yourself," feeling pleased it has respect but Luna doesn't want this new visitor to feel pressured, "For I maybe royal, but I am no stickler about how thee would address to the royals," she says in humbled appreciation.

"Yes, Your Highness. Sorry," Arcee says, embarassed to how well this meeting with royalty is going.

"Thou shall hear your answers, then," Luna says, "For an unfamiliar species, thou does show great respect," she turns away a little, "'Where am I' for starters, thy now dwell within the peaceful, magical land of Equestria. To be more specific, thou are now roaming within the wicked forest known as the Everfree Forest, close to a cozy town, named Ponyville."

"So I'm now stranded in a world full of hippy, superstitious, mutated world full of talking colored horses... wonderful. Way to test run the Ground Bridge, Ratchet," Arcee thought.

Arcee notices Luna looking at her, seeming somewhat offended, "What?" Arcee asks.

"Oh, nothing," Luna bemuses, turning her flank towards the Autobot, "If thou was not thinking of our race as a bunch of twisted, violent-hating, peace-loving, ponies," looking at Arcee, whom was stunned, "We may prefer peace over war, but we're not hipsters."

Arcee just stares at the Princess, "W-Wait, how did you-" Arcee was interrupted by the night princess, turning her neck to face the Autobot. A mischievous smirk on her muzzle.

"It's my job as Princess of the Night to bring pleasent dreams to thou who suffers from nightmares, whom wish to bring misery to the innocent. Doest not mean I don't take a peak or two within their thoughts," Luna replies with a hint of anger in her voice.

Arcee was quick to realize her misjudgment... Arcee trys to apoligize, "Please forgive me... I've been through a lot in a war I've been involved for eons," sorrow present in her voice, "I've faced many foes who wished to bring harm to the people we care. I didn't mean any disrespect," she ends, feeling pretty stupid to insult Luna's people.

After a moment of silence, Arcee looks in Luna's eyes, sympathy showing, "I know... I saw thy dream. Thou hast lost loved ones in conflict, if I'm wrong..."

Arcee proceeds, "It's rather complicated. I don't want to talk about it. I've lost quite a few to this Primus-forbidden war."

"Hello? Hello? Anypony home?" a voice echoes throughout the area. Arcee looks around for the source, trying to pinpoint it's owner. She turns to Luna, who's prepared to leave.

"We shall talk more when thou arrive in Canterlot. You will meet one of the Element Bearers, a friend for thou will not regret meeting. I look forward to seeing you again, friend," as she says this, the entire world starts to collapse. Luna long gone now.

Arcee woke up with a startled gasp. She wasn't alone by the fact another feminine, but tomboyish, voice made the same gasp. Standing, or hovering, before her was a winged, cyan-coated, rainbow-haired, pony.


Everfree Forest


Getting frustrated, she keeps yelling and hollering at the unconscious alien lying in front of her, "Hello? Hello?! Anypony home?" her only response the tree branches rubbing their leaves together in silence covering the skies.

Rainbow growls, "Grr, that's it. We'll have to do this the hard way," landing on the ground, she twirled on her forelegs, rearing her hindlegs to deliver a buck.

She's caught off guard with somepony gasping. It startled Dash so bad, she lept into the air before turning to see what made the noise. The alien was wide awake now, staring at Dash.

Finally, after an eternity of silence, the alien spoke first. "Ugh... my aching axles, and everything..." it groaned, clearly sounding female

At least Dash doesn't have to run back to grab the alien translator now. Rainbow watches her so carefully as the blue alien stood up. It appears to be stretching, at least to Dash it is.

When it finished stretching, she gave Rainbow a good stare. Arcee decides to to speak first, "So, what's your name?" trying to break the ice, to start a conversation. "If I really am seeing things, when we get back, I'm going to have Ratchet give me a long medical checkup," she mentally reminds herself.

"Uh... I'm Rainbow Dash. I was kinda expecting you to talk like Bumblebee... guess I was wrong."

Arcee looks at Dash as if she's some other language, "You meet Bumblebee," she asks, "Where is he?" anxious to get back with her group. If anything, she hopes they can confirm if she's lost a circuit.

"Uh... he went back inside the forest, trying to look for you guys..." Rainbow answers with uncertainty, "You're a female, right?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Nothing, just making sure," Dash says, "What's your name, sister?"

Arcee ignores the cyan pony while she activates her Comm Link, then replied in a monotone voice, "Arcee."

"Arcee, huh?" Rainbow muses, "I bet you're pretty fast, how about a race?"

"Later, kid," Arcee answers, focusing on contacting her team. "Any Bot on this link, this is Arcee. Please respond," on the channel, a sound of beeps and boops filled the channel.

"Bee? Thank Primus you're online!"

Bumblebee asks Arcee if she was alright.

She replies, "I'm fine, Bee. Where are you?"

After Bee finishes his end, Arcee turns toward the direction Bumblebee described.

"In a swamp area a few clicks to the North? Roger that, I'm on my way. We'll regroup there."

Bumblebee replies with a tone of caution, sounding worried.

"Will do, watch your back," Arcee looks at Rainbow Dash, before remembering about her contact with the locals, "By the way Bee, I don't suppose you've seen a rainbow colored horse by any chance, did you?"

After listening to Bumblebee, she breathes a sigh of relief.

"Good, then I didn't blow a ciruit board. I'll link up to you in a couple mega-cycles. Arcee, out."

Arcee tunes out the radio before she turns to Rainbow. Dash had an expression like she witnessed zombies for the first time. "What?"

Rainbow shook out of her stupor, then responds, "OH! Um... just... how did you do that?"

Arcee sighs, before explaining, "It's a Comm Link, a device for telecommunications. In other words, you can talk to them like they were right next to you. Except from a distance."

"Phh, Twilight could understand that better than I can. She was born 'egghead'," Rainbow sticks her chest out with an ego-inflated smirk.

"Something tells me somebody didn't finish High School," Arcee thinks, before her body starts shifting parts and gears, turning into a two-wheeled oversized scooter.

"Whoa, you look like you were made for speed," Rainbow looks in astonishment and amazement, "How bout a lil' race?" she asks, really hoping to change Arcee's mind.

"Not today, kid. Need a lift?" Arcee asks, offering a ride.

"Nah, I'm good with flying. See ya," Rainbow then flies off, trying to look for her friends.

Arcee took off, ready to link up with her team. Leaving a trail of exhaust fumes in her path.
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Getting the Team Together - Part 2



Everfree Forest


In the middle of the forest, a couple of squirrels was running to and fro; collecting acorns when their scavenger hunt was suddenly interrupted by a loud footstep, then another. Each step louder than the last.

They sprinted to the closest bush to hide from the predator hunting for their next meal. They didn't want to be on the menu, whatever is coming.

The creature emerged from the bushes, walking on two legs connected to a wide green torso. It also has fat arms making it appear to be very strong.

The small balls of fur heard it grunt and growl in frustration, thinking the giant is angry for turning up empty handed. They watched the green giant's every move inside the bush. The giant was tugging his leg on a vine with a surprisingly strong grip compared to his massive size, making the vine look like a piece of sewing thread.

Bulkhead gives his leg one last tug, snapping the vine in two. He growls in frustration as he brushes any stowaway-leaves still hanging around his chest.

"Grr... where is that swamp?" he asks himself, "'Not very far', he says... my hide. Whoa!"

Another lose vine grabs a hold of his foot, his body beginning to fall, face-first. His tower-collapsing body stops just as fast as it began. Once again, he was a victim of tangled vines.

"Ugh... why do big guys like me get the humiliation..." he sulks, "At least no one saw this," Looking from the corner of his optics, he spotted two furry critters hiding under a small bush. When it dawned on them it can see them, they fled to the trees, leaping from branch to branch in an attempt to escape the beast.

"Eh, who can blame them. I am pretty intimidating, especially to the Cons," he thought while smirking to himself.

His moment of silence was interrupted by a fierce growl... untangling himself, he quickly got back onto his feet. His hands then turned into massive, spiky-looking wrecking balls. The source of the growl emerged from the bushes it was concealed in, giving Bulkhead a good look at his opponent.

It had the body of a lion, the wings of a bat, and the tail of a scorpion with horns on its head. It was pretty large, it could almost reach up past his chestplate if it stood on it's back legs. Whatever this "thing" was, it looks like a tough opponent.

Bulkhead was feeling rather edgy... and he was looking for something to smash. However, he knew better than to use his own strength against a living creature, "I'm not in the mood right now, kitty cat. Go home."

Rather than heed his warning, it gave a battle cry before charging at its opponent. At the last minute, Bulkhead slammed his melee weapons right into it's skull. Instead of losing it's noggin, it got back on it's feet. It shook his head to remove any dizziness from the impact.

Bulkhead is surprised this strange creature's head didn't seem to come clean off. Instead, that punch left behind a black eye. Feeling cocky, he chuckled then started taunting his opponent, "You've got a pretty thick skull there. Most skulls I smash would pop off or became a new piece of alloy," the large beast roared and charged at him, already irritated of his smack talk.

The beast's plan only found itself in a dazed confusion. It charged, then was punched back by Bulkhead's huge weapons. It pounced, only to be smashed into some trees. Over and over again, it keeps trying to land a strike on this new trespasser. The battle was faring more on the giant than the beast, but it wasn't giving up on this fight.

Sometime later after a series of punches and kicks, it grew tired and exhausted.  Despite being battered, though, it still wouldn't give up. It was struggling to protect it's honor for the pack.

Bulkhead is fed up with it's stubbornness to stay down. He pressed his foot into the beast's chest, applying pressure to ensure it couldn't get back up. Whipping out his blaster, Bulkhead is ready to wrap this up. Ready to finish the fight. Ready to end this stubborn excuse of a creature.

He starts charging up his blaster to ensure a good, clean shot. He needed to regroup with his team, and he's not going to let it slow him down. Once it was fully charged, he pointed at the head, "I've put up with your ignorance to quit. I told you I wasn't in the mood. Now, you'll see what happens when you put down your chance to survive," it simply growled at him, as if trying to say, 'do it already.'

"Wreckers don't call for back up, they call for clean up," Bulkhead recited his old team's motto in his head, sort of a Wrecker's policy... but... this doesn't... feel right... sure, this thing attacked him, but this was different... this isn't a Decepticon bent on their destruction. No, it was a battle for honor...

"Optimus wouldn't do it, not like this..." he sighs, then lowers his blaster. He lifted his foot off the beast. It looked up at him in confusion.

"Go home, before I change my mind," he grunted.

The beast seemed to... well, it walked up to him. It was limping, somewhat, but still walking. The beast stared at his opponent, then raised it's paw toward him. It took Bulkhead a minute to recognize what this gesture meant, then very carefully grasped it's paw and gave a gentle, but firm shake. The beast was  showing him... respect, if that made any sense. The beast then turned away to return to wherever it resides.

Bulkhead chuckled to himself, "Heh, guess I made a new rival. An odd, mixed up, random animal rival, but a rival... more or less," he smiles to himself, then proceeded to complete his task of reuniting with his team.

"One thing for certain, we're not on Earth anymore," he reminded himself of the strange creature he dueled. It's not everyday you get to fight a creature of imagination.

He managed to take a few steps until another noise grabbed his attention. This time, it was the sound of an engine. The forest was pretty quiet, so if something is making a noise only a car could make then that could mean more Autobots. He pressed his stubby finger into his Comm Link then opened a channel for the receiving end to pick up, "This is Bulkhead, does any Bot receive? Over," he patiently waited for an answer, then was responded by a female voice.

"This is Arcee, I read you Bulk. Are you alright?"

Bulkhead's spirits soared, a huge wave of relief flushing out his worries and doubts, "I'm fine, Cee. An out-of-control Ground Bridge landing in Primus-knows-where, fighting a mutated bat-lion, and get a few scratches here and there. I'm still functional," he got a chuckle from his Comms.

"Heh, with a big Bot like yourself, almost nothing is ever a threat to you, let alone surprised. Scratch and dents, and no complaints," she said while chuckling lightly.

Bulkhead replied with a chuckle himself, "Just join the Wrecker's for a while, then you'll see where I got my battle scars from," he suddenly remembered his task, "Hey, Bee filled me in a little while ago. He's in a swamp somewhere in the forest. Any idea where that might be?"

"I think I got an idea," the response was so close he turned to see Arcee right next to him.

"Whoa, how'd you get here so fast?!" the surreal arrival time was shocking to say the least, even startled the big bruiser of Team Prime.

"I wasn't enlisted as a Scout for nothing, Bulk. Plus, it's hard to miss a big lug like you," she answered, a mischievous, cheeky smirk on her face.

"Don't sneak up on me like that, thought you were a Decepticon Cloaker for a second," he responded with irritation in his voice. There would be a couple of times when they weren't out on Curb-Side duty, battling Decepticons, or scouting for Energon that she'd sneak up on one or two members of Team Prime and spook them when they least expect it... with the exception of Optimus Prime for obvious reasons.

"You're so gullable, Bulk. It's funny watching you suddenly lose your cool," she lightly chuckles again, then got back to their goal of reaching the rest of Team Prime, "Just through those trees lies a crevice up ahead, then we head a little bit further to the North and we should arrive at the destination in no time," Arcee informs the big, seemingly unintelligent, Bulkhead.

After Bulkhead cooled off, a mental command to his Transforming Cog, or T-Cog for short, then he transforms into a green, heavy terrain vehicle. It's a little slow when it comes to horsepower, but this type of vehicle is perfect for the slightly humid and muddy forest. "What're we waiting for? Let's hit the road."

Arcee, nodding in agreement, transforms into a motor powered bicycle. They both drove off, getting anxious to get together to think of a plan. Right now, finding the team is their top priority.


Elsewhere in the Everfree Forest


Twilight could feel her head dripping with sweat, a small trickle of fluid seeping through her pours to keep her cool. Her left foreleg came to her forehead, brushing the stream of liquid off her brow.

If she knew she was going to be out here for a while, she'd come prepare. But nope, she had to let her curiousity and excitement for science prevented her from thinking of preparing her and her friends for the search. "You live, you learn," as they always say and a magical, Alicorn Princess was no exception.

Her ears perked up to a groan, turning to see it was Rarity complaining... again. The tenth time she's been whining during the search, and it's only been an hour! Twilight was losing her patience with the drama act.

Applejack wasn't faring any better, her face giving an agitated frown. The strong, orange mare is about ready to take the overly dramatic unicorn to some mud puddle somewhere, and start coating her fur in several wads of filth for half an hour. Applejack may have learned to put aside their differences, but her tolerance levels are running on thin ice.

"For shame, Twilight. We've been out here for a while, and no sign of the other aliens. Can we please go home now? I barely had any time to even get ready for a walk through the forest," she complains, lifting the curls of her mane, "The heat is starting to make me sweat and it's making my hair sag," then points her hoof at her face, "Not to mention, it's ruining my make-up! And don't get me started on-"

Applejack snaps her head towards Rarity, cutting her off, "FER LAN SAKES, GIRL!!! We got more important things ta worry about than yer flashy make-up," her expression was of who lost their sanity, "This is not Canterlot, this is a forest! So, drop the theater act, before ah decide ta drag ya ta Boggy Bottom Bog and dunk yer pretty face inta the swamp!" bringing Rarity's complaints to a standstill. She can tolerate Rarity's fashion issues to a certain degree, but start dragging her into the dramatic acts over the least important things, she'll give them something else to worry about. Sweat? She bathes in sweat for Celestia's sake, and she works at a farm!

Rarity tried to counter Applejack's unlikely threat attempt, but stopped when she received a glare from the cowpony. She then resorted to mumbling while looking ready to tear up. Rarity is a strong mare, but being at the end of the whip is rather hurtful.

Applejack sortof felt guilty for shouting at her friend like that, "Ah'm sorry, Rares. Ah'm just a lil' grumpy from not gettin' somethin' ta eat. And yer not the only one that wants ta take a break," she finishes.

It looks like that got through to her, Rarity looked up at the farm mare with a forgiving smile.

Applejack groaned then turned to ask the somehow caught unprepared princess, "Twi, how much farther. We're pretty tired and we really need ta take a breather," then was interrupted by some growls, not just her, but from the rest of the group, "and we're a mighty hungry."

Twilight stares through the canopy of trees before turning to face the cowpony, "I don't know," she answers truthfully, "I know we are out here on short notice, but you've all seen Bumblebee use whatever that thing was to blow up that Timberwolf."

The group looks at each other in fear, being reminded of the destructive power these visitors possess after Bumblebee's "demonstration".

Twilight lifted her ears to the sound of somepony shouting, somewhere above them came a cry of, "Head's up!"

Out of instinct, they all ducked their heads, a multi-colored trail left in a blur then done with a *crash* a little bit later. The rowdy rainbow-pegasus poked her head out of the bushes, then gave a nervous chuckle, "Heh... sorry. Wanted to make an epic entrance, didn't work out," she smiles sheepishly.

"Well, did you find anything?" Twilight asks anxiously.

Rainbow smirks, "Well, I am awesome at finishing a job... I found another one."

"You did?! Where is it? What did it look like?" Twilight bombards Rainbow with questions.

Rainbow shook her front hooves in defense, "Slow down, egghead! I'm not ready for 20 questions!"

Twilight sighed before putting her notepad up, "Guess I need to find out on my own..." she says in disappointment.

"That's right, egghead. You do the hard work for us," Rainbow was met with a glare. She only laughs in response.

Fluttershy finds her voice and nervously asks Rainbow, "D-did you find out... anything?"

Rainbow puts her right, fore-hoof up to her chin and ponders, "I think they said something about a swamp... what was it called again? Boogey Button Bug? No, Booger Glutton Big? No, it's on the tip of my tongue!" Rainbow growls in frustration.

"Boggy Bottom Bog," Twilight answers.

"Yeah, that's it," she smiles, repeating Twilight, "Boggy Bottom Bog! That's what I meant to say," she smirks in hollow-triumph.

Twilight rolls her eyes, then faces the group, "Alright, girls. We're heading to Boggy Bottom Bog," she announces.

Fluttershy smiles, "Oh, I'll get to see my froggy friends, again!"

No sooner they said that, they went to reach their destination. 

Later, they had arrived, only to find the most unreal event unfold before them.

A least five Hydras was taking up most of the space in the swamp, blocking the Mane Six(Five) from seeing their chosen meal of the day. Each head was jerking forward in an attempt to get whatever was dodging their jaws so quickly! From the mares point-of-view, it looks like a snake feeding-frenzy, aggressively attacking to nab their dinner.

When the girls got a better look at their prey, there was a yellow figure from what little space they could see from. They could barely make out a green, wide giant. And they could see little of a dark-blue, skinny figure.

They all gaped at the chaos in the swamp from the ledge they stand on... nothing making a sound, with the exceptional growls of the frustrated Hydras. The moment of quietness was interrupted by a cheerful giggle from a pink mare.

"Oooo! Are we playing the copycat game? My turn!"
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Getting the Team Together - Part 3



Boggy Bottom Bog


"W-What? B-But how," Twilight stutters, her mind still trying to process the violence taking place in the swamp, "How is there even more Hydras?! I don't understand how there could be more Hydras! One Hydra was bad enough, but five?!" she manages to get out.

Twilight was in panic mode at the battle being displayed, total devastation being brought to the thick murky waters of the swamp by the stray plasma fire. Every shot that misses the intended target would hit the muddy water; the force of the explosion sending several clumps of mud, clay, and dirty water scattering. Or hit a tree, exploding into little burnt bark, set a group of gathered trees on fire, or cut them clean off. The animals occupying some of the trees running for their lives.

The Hydras were clearly hungry, and they thought these bizarre creatures would fit the bill. Each of the heads were like a whip, one by one would lunge their heads to take a bite of the bizarre meal in front of them, taking turns in the hopes of getting a taste of them. A frustrated growl followed by another after each failed attempt.

The Bots were too quick, and were side-stepping with agile movements. Experience in civil warfare snapping their instinctive agilities into full effect. Each Hydra taking it's turn would either get a mouth full of swamp mud, or a painful punch in the face.

Bulkhead has his blaster on his left arm, while keeping his massive, thrice the size of a boulder, wrecking ball-like weapon ready on his right. He would fire from his left to keep the other heads at bay.  Whenever a Hydra head tries to make it's move, he would twist his large, bulky body around to deliver a skull-shattering THWACK!

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"Twilight, do something! My animal friends might get hurt! They'll be crushed!" Fluttershy panicked, extremely concerned for her animal friends. The giant's large-as-houses structures can easily crush unfortunate souls if carelessly stomping the grounds. They could see small green dots hoping all over the place, trying to avoid the destructive titans and the hungry monstrosities. Some narrowly missed becoming part of the earth or the Hydra's light snack.

"I-I don't know!" she yelled, fear engulfing her mind with thoughts of horror. Never in her life had she dealt with a life or death situation. The battle will more than likely level the swamp and destroy the environment. Topping it with animal casualties will tear Fluttershy apart... how did it come to this? Fate now wants to play misfortune with the young princess, and it decided to lay this crisis on the newbie princess to resolve. Why did it have to be her?

Rainbow, on the other hoof, pounds her fore-hooves together and gave an angry growl, "Five times the number equals five times the hurt! I'll show those creeps they picked on the wrong species!" She was quick to take to the air but Applejack was quicker on her tail, grabbing Rainbow's tail with her teeth. She gave Applejack an irritated look but a look in Applejack's eyes shows fear for her safety.

"Hold yer horses, girl! We need a plan, and bein' headstrong ain't a smart move," Applejack states, turning her head to the violet princess, "OK, princess, we're all ears. What's the plan?" she asks Twilight, giving her a reassuring smile before a random thought pops in her head, "Why do ah feel like ah'm the least focused on" she shrugs, shaking the envious thoughts out of her mind.

For the first time, this is one danger she can't get her thoughts wrapped around. But then she remembered what her old foalsitter used to say, "Take deep, calm breaths when you are feeling stressed, Twilight. There is nothing more dangerous than a pony in full-blown panic," the voice echoes through her head. Then she closes her eyes and began filling her lungs with slow-paced breathing, taking her time to slow her heart rate. As if with every lung full, she breathed out the stress that was building within her. The anxiety pent up inside her chest was slowly collapsing like the mountain being split in an huge earthquake. She started to feel a familiar warmth coming from her tiara. It was then did the inexperienced princess realize she did have a plan...

After what felt like an eternity, she felt like she just came out of the Spa. All the worry was thrown aside, replaced with confidence. She turns to her friends, then bluntly states, "We use the Elements of Harmony on the Hydras," she got quite a few startled gasps, then Fluttershy quietly voiced her concern.

"Won't they hurt the animals," shivering from thinking of the consequences that would come from using them. Sure, it purged Princess Luna from her evil when she was the feared Nightmare Moon, sealed Discord from spreading chaos around Equestria, but this is different!

Pinkie Pie had a worried look on her face, it's rare that she even expresses worry, like it was never in her dictionary... on second thought, let's not think too hard about Pinkie's personal dictionary. Pinkie Pie comments, "Yeah, Twilight. What about our new friends? We still haven't thrown them their 'Welcome to Equestria Big, Scary, Alien Friends' and 'Welcome to Ponyville We Come in Peace' parties! They'll never even get to see they're new Super-Duper-Extra-Special-Most-Awesome Glowy Alien Friends from outer space. The Elements might give them big ouchies!" she said with her usual talking nonsense.

Twilight smiled before she began to explain her plan, "We're not going to use the Elements at their full potential, but to simply give those Hydras a good scare. If we appear as a threat to them, they might leave us alone for a bit," she finishes, hoping the plan might be small enough to actually work.

Twilight trotted up the hill, followed by Applejack, Rarity, Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash. Once the bearers were in position, they began to put their plan into action. Twilight started to charge her Element of Magic, the rest of the Elements recognizing their own as they began to follow suit. A white light began to glow off their bodies, slowly rising from the ground; defying gravity from their immense power.

Bulkhead, Arcee, and Bumblebee had been evading, shooting, and beating the overgrown, four-headed lizard before them. Their optics soon caught a glimpse of white light, coming from the ponies they all, but Bulkhead, have met.

Bulkhead felt a sudden rush of adrenaline, seeing rockets heading towards them. He's on Cybertron... but how? He didn't need to answer that, as rockets come crashing down. Green rocks of something, but they remind him off... wait... All around him, he could hear the groans, explosions, screams of agony and pain from his Autobots.

"Ugh... H-help... I'm going... Offline..."

"Don't let the fumes get to you, run!"

"Run to where?!" they couldn't have a second to think, as a missile came within impact, silencing them for good...

T-Toxin... No... NO!

In a full frenzy, he was shooting in all directions. Trying to destroy the "projectiles" coming within range. But in reality, he was shooting things from his past that wasn't there. Arcee and Bumblebee were trying to restrain him, but he was too strong for them, as he then aimed his blaster towards the shimmering light...

It was coming at them at full force, sailing at the speed of sound. The Elements didn't have enough time to react, as it hit point blank at the center. The light died down, revealing the surprised mares as they plummeted back to the hill they were on. However, the force of the blast sending the dazed alicorn outside the swamp.

The Hydras took notice of this, and decided to go for the more appetizing-looking mares. The two Scouts scolded Bulkhead, but quickly turned their heads to the sounds of screaming. The Hydras are reaching them, completely ignoring them. They open fired on the Hydras, one nailing the back of it's head. It roared in pain, and turned around to the Autobots. The Hydras decided to have three go for the Autobots, while the last two go for the bearers.



Twilight groaned as she regained consciousness. Opening her eyes, the world was blurry and her ears were ringing like they've been too close to a stereo system. She climbs up on her hooves, shaking as her aching torso felt the grip of pain on her body.

Checking to make sure she didn't break anything, she bent her forelegs up one at a time, "Looks good down there, now for the hind legs," she winced from the response in her right hind leg. It's sprained, but she can walk it off, "My horn?" she concentrates through her horn, as the familiar surge of magic surrounds her horn, levitating a rock nearby. Everything seems in working order, but something felt off...

"My wings! How could I forget my wings?" she thought with a smile, then shuts her eyes as she flexes her wings, "Ow!" she yelps in pain. Taking a look at her wings, she found her left wing bent at an odd angle. Slowly, she flexes her left wing, the same response was a sudden surge of pain in which she hisses in retaliation.

"And I'm grounded... great..." lost in thought until a sick, gross, yet familiar, smell filled her nostrils. She recoils in disgust, "Eww, what in Celestia's mane is that?" Twilight's answer was a growl from the bushes, "Oh no... oh sweet Celestia, no! Not here, not now!"

A wooden, wolf creature jumps out as if trying to provoke more fear, followed by a few 'friends' of his, "Timberwolves! Why now?!" she yells, her pupils shrinking to the size of pin needles.

On instinct she flapped her wings only for it to punish her forgotten injury with more pain. Clearing her mind she fired multiple magical beams to no effect. It was clear that the Timberwolves weren't leaving without their catch of the day.

Twilight backs away in fear, then for her flanks to meet the rocky wall of a cliff. She curls into a ball, tears in her eyes, wishing her death would be quick.

With a howl it pounced, wooden fangs bared. Time seemed to slow down, as the end prepared her finish on the Timberwolves' menu. Instead of the taste of flesh, it was meet with a taste of metal thrusts into it's jaw, shattering into a crumpled wooden mess.

At the sound of the clattering wood, she slowly opens her eyes. What she saw made her stare in astonishment. Standing before her was a giant... sure the other aliens were big, but he's huge! She saw the mess her savior created, it's arm jamming into the wooden pile of the once-working Timberwolf.

Slowly pulling his arm from the earth, it reveals a long metal blade attached to his arm.  He turned to face the rest of his remaining foes. He has the body strongly built as if he could lift an Ursa Minor, with armor plating painted with clear red and blue. A strangely frightening, but non-aggressive face was painted on the top of his right arm.

Once he regains his bearing, he spoke with a voice that rang with authority but has a touch of tender care and respect, "I am not certain what this world strives for... but I will not allow harm to be brought unto the innocent," directing his gaze to the Timberwolves, "Stand down and return to your homes, or there will be... retaliation," his face mask covers his once visible mouth, intentions of protecting it was visible, clear in his optics; eyes with a piercing glare that would strike down the face of evil. Yet, the timberwolves seemed unfazed by his glare, as they begin to encircle him.

Blades at the ready, Twilight could tell they're swords now that she can see them well. The red robot was keeping his blades posed, his senses, aware and alert. One of them made the first strike, intending on ripping apart Prime's armor. The leader had the reflex of the common elite soldier, and with a swift, agile strike, it collapses.

Each of the timberwolves kept trying to attack him, only for it to end in the same result. Realizing they can't charge at him, one of them kept him facing forward while the other went around. The one in front of Optimus lunges at him, but was repelled by his blades. However, the experienced veteran felt a pain jab into his back as it sank it's claws and teeth in the leader's blind spot.

As if karma harbored a grudge against nature, the timberwolf felt an unrelenting force strike into it's own back, then fell to join it's brothers in the growing pile of splintered wood. 

After the pain subsides, somewhat, Optimus turns and looks at the purple alicorn, who was expressing a giddy look on her face then stops when she notices him staring at her with a puzzled look. Twilight giving him an embarrassed blush...

Before he could voice his gratitude to her, she suddenly yelled, "Look out!"

Optimus quickly turns to see a Timberwolf trying to ambush him... then was blasted into the remains it previously was in. He looks around as he takes notice of an eerie green glow surrounding the remains as twigs and wood began to rise. Eons of conflict made the leader understand that they shouldn't hang around here anymore.

He made a strange noise as he changed form, much like the one called 'Bumblebee' could, but this one had more wheels, and it was bigger and longer than the original form she witnessed from the young scout.

"Get in!" he barks and opened the doors to his cab.

She decides to not ask questions when the timberwolves neared the completion of their temporary deaths.

Without hesitation, she jumps in as he closes the door behind her. Shifting from park to drive, he drove off when the they gave an angered howl that echoes throughout the forest when they've finished their revival...



Rarity groans as she begins to regain consciousness. She was hearing voices but they were muffled as her hearing was trying to hone in on her surroundings. Where was she, what happened? Vivid memories slowly came to within the unicorn's throbbing head, as she vaguely remembers them using the Elements before a large blue projectile struck them, startling them all before darkness overcame her vision. Her eardrums slowly ceased it's muting on her mind as she listens. It sounds like Applejack was giving a hushed yell to somepony.

Rarity's blurry vision surrenders the temporary blindness, and she could barely make heads or tails of the orange outlines of her country friend. Her vision freed from their confinement, waking up as she heard Applejack quietly yelling, "Fer cryin' out loud, wake up!" finally she confirms she wasn't deaf, blind or both, then groans as she lifts her body. Pain and aches stings her like angry hornets.

"Ugh... I'm not exactly in need of magical treatment, darling," now noticing her surroundings. It appears they are in a tree of some sorts, before complaining in her thoughts, "Why couldn't we be in a less filthy tree."

"An' sorry fer the messy interior, but we're not exactly here ta pick favorites ya know. Considerin' the fact we're bein' chased by Hydras, we can't stick around and be picky," she explains, as if she was reading Rarity's mind.

"Now I remember, that big over-hulked green thing hit us with... something. I'll show him how to handle a proper mare when we get out!" Rarity makes a mental note to herself.

She checks to see if her beauty's been scarred. She felt her mane and felt several leaves and mud sticking to her hoof. She whines, "Oh, the horror! My gorgeous mane is ruined! And my silk coat is tattered with bruises and cuts! Oh, it'll take forever to-" being cut off with a cyan hoof in her mouth.

"Be quiet, do you want us all to get eaten!" Rainbow silently scowls. She won't let this unicorn give their hiding spot, no way no how.

The pink mare giggles as she bounces with glee, "If we do get eaten, I wonder how we will taste? Ooo, I bet I'd taste like cotton candy! Ooo, and Rainbow could taste like skittles; Applejack, apples; Rarity, mint; Fluttershy, chocolate; and-" the same cyan hoof covered the oblivious mare's mouth. Hushing her with another scowl.

"Shut. Up." Pinkie only replies with a simple nod with Rainbow's hoof stuffed in her muzzle.

"A-Anypony seen Twilight?" the quiet voice spoke from the timid pegasus. It took them all a second to realize they're down by one.

"Ponyfeathers! Where's Twi?" with worry present in Applejack's voice. The cowmare looking from the tree to find their egghead friend, "Ya'll don't suppose she's hurt...?"

"How could that thing not hurt her?! She was sent flying!" Rainbow silently yells, anxious to get going. She doesn't like being constrained in a tight space, her love of flight making the tomcolt eager to get outside. The Hydras were searching high and low for them, and they were asking for a hard pounding.

"Whoa nelly, ah think we need ta get movin'," Applejack says, anxiety in her voice

"Why do you say that, darling?" Rarity asks. 

On cue the entire tree was ripped from the ground, screams filling the air. One of the heads with their hiding spot in it's jaw, while the rest looked down on them, hunger filled in their eyes. The other side of escape was blocked off by the second Hydra. Huddled into a group hug, they awaited to meet the end.

With a roar of triumph, they lunged at their prize. They froze when they heard a honking noise coming from their right. A large red and blue carriage was flying straight into the air, striking the perfectly aligned heads, sending one after the other's necks into a nauseous spin. After their nauseous merry-go-rounds, they found themselves tied together in their own necks.

The five mares, seeing their window of opportunity, they made a mad-dash(no pun intended for our speedy pegasus) for their escape.

After they escaped, they made it outside the swamp, never before have they felt the relief of soft soil and trees to surround them.

"Autobots, this is Optimus Prime. All units fall back. The creature is under no means of engagement. I repeat, make haste and retreat," the large rig commands.

"Roger that, Optimus. You heard him, guys. Let's book it!" Bulkhead responds before switching his Comms off.

Optimus sighs before they all reached his position, then they all reverted to their original bipedal form. Optimus addressed to his soldiers, "We need to reach the outer boarders of this jungle. Ma'am, may we be pointed in the right direction?"

Twilight eagerly nods, "We need to head East, Ponyville is about a couple of hours from here."

"Then we will head to your civilization for a temporary rest. Autobots, transform and roll out!"

The team all responded with few odd noises from their conversions, then each of the mane six went to each vehicle of their choosing. Rarity and Fluttershy to Bumblebee, Applejack and Pinkie Pie to Bulkhead, and Twilight to Optimus Prime. Rainbow preferred flying. Once they get to Ponyville, Twilight has a lot of questions for the Autobot leader...
> Chapter 6
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The Grudge that Follows



Autobot HQ - Jasper, Nevada


Over the sands of Jasper, a military helicopter making it's route from the Army Base. An angry man piloting it being the Earth's ambassador for the U.S. Government. A man by the name of Agent William Fowler. Time to time, he checks in the Autobots ensuring what they were doing won't reveal their presence around Earth's population. For fear it may cause a worldwide panic if ever exposed. Of course, conspiracy nutcases with the snout of a pig, would sneak a glance getting their noses into business they should not be involved in. They would have been exposed if the planet was a superstitious race.

Picking up his radio, calling the Autobot Base for a response. This was the sixth time he radioed the base, and he can't hear a peep. His patience wearing thinner than stage glass props. "PRIME! I hope you have a good excuse for your inability in answering me. Cause you won't be getting any sympathy from me!" Agent William Fowler wasn't too happy when he was assigned to security detail with alien lifeforms. He assumed he has to "babysit" the Bots. After Agent Fowler was saved and Prime stopped the possibility of an undead alien invasion, they certainly earned his respect. He won't be all friendly, but respect them.

Ratchet stood in the front of the machine... his machine... his creation... the one machine created by his own bare hands... became their downfall... He stared into the empty chamber of the broken Ground Bridge, feeling it pull his conscious into oblivion. The team was gone because of the machine. Jack, Miko, Rafael... they will no doubt blame him for the devastation soon to be brought on their home world. They will never forgive him... "It's all my fault..." he mutters to no one in particular.

The sound of working machinery snapped him from the trance he was put in. The elevator doors slide open to reveal a dark-skinned, somewhat out of shape, man. He wore a white shirt with a gray bluish overcoat adorned with a black tie and dark blue pants. He's very upset from the travel he has to make when the Bots wouldn't give Agent Fowler a call back. "You there, Doc-bot, where in Uncle Sam's beard are Prime and his team?! Our top boys are getting several calls from the councilmen of the UN, several eyewitnesses report unauthorized aircraft circling around in the far corners of the United States, Russia, and Brazil! Jets, metal giants, and a Helicopter in total. My only conclusion is that the Cons are on the move, recovering these 'relics' you Bots keep discussing. So, where are they?!"

Ratchet turned his optics towards the anger Fowler, lament present within his blue eyes. He gave a sigh as he once more gazed at the one responsible for his friend's absence. Fowler gave him an angry glare as Ratchet gave him a quiet, but clear answer. "They're  gone, Agent Fowler..."


The Nemisis - Location; Unknown


Above the life-giving air of the planet's surface orbits a large warship, bigger than the entire U.S. Navy fleet, combined. The ship of mass destruction carefully hovering away from prying organic eyes. It lingers high over the surface of the planet as a silent raven ready to deliver it's untold message of future death. It's size and the massive firepower equipped has enough power to level the entire city of Los Angeles and beyond.

Standing on the foredeck of the feared warship is a lone figure... An odd design of a barrel-shaped cannon attached to his right arm. His hands in the form of claw-like fingers, sharp enough to rip through the toughest armor of any opponent ever to face the warrior. The entire structure of the lone Cybertronian built to strike fear into anyone who tries to challenge his might, or his rule. The top of his head has a slight dome-like shape, while it's helmet-like head would conceal the back and sides. The bottom edges would end in a curve to seperate a few feet away from covering his chin finished into a sharp edge. He would bare his shark-like teeth in anger and his optics would make any freeze in fear of the evil burning in his eyes. A Decepticon insignia engraved into his armored chestplate... The name of this figure would be heard throughout the cosmos, and tremble in horror. For his name is forever known as Megatron; Leader of the Decepticons...

Megatron pondered from their recent events after the fall of Unicron, the Chaos-Bringer. The one called Optimus Prime, sacrificed the Matrix of Leadership to end Unicron's resurrection. In the process, lost his memories and reverted to the mind of the Iacon librarian known as Orion Pax. Using his amnesia to his advantage, he tricked Orion into decoding the Iacon Hall of Records stolen in the final days of the War for Cybertron. Despite Megatron's clever manipulation, Orion caught wind of Megatron's true intentions. Not only that, he discovered the weapons he's equipped with in his time as Optimus Prime. He then rebelled against Megatron, and reclaimed the Matrix of Leadership with the help of that organic fleshbag called Jack. He growled as the words of Orion echoed in his head, "That maybe true, or yet another form of deception. But this I do know, my sympathies lies with the Autobots, and you are not one of us."

"Orion... Even without the memories of Optimus Prime, he still carries the enemy of whom I loathe... No matter. Our next encounter should that ever occur, I'll rip out his spark." he muttered to himself. Orion Pax... 'I should've known he was working against me to claim the glory which was mine! He caused this war, and I'm going to make his death as slow and painful as possible!' thinking and growled as the memories of his past in the High Council replayed in his mind...

Megatron heard footsteps over the runway... He turned his head, and sees a Vehicon coming his way. The Decepticon took pride in serving Megatron. The Vehicon took his built-in arm blaster in his right then placed it across his chest and bowed, before speaking to his true leader. "Lord Megatron, I have come to deliver a message from Soundwave." The Vehicon felt pleased to humbly serve his master. The honor is his and the glory is Megatron.

Megatron did not appreciate the interruption his Decepticon caused. If he brought news, it better be good. "Speak..." he commands, and so the Vehicon obeys.

"Excavation teams one and two have reported in... they've arrived at the coordinates tasked to them. There's been a few mild nuisances they've stated, but they were either frightened off or annihilated. Excavation team three has yet to report in... The first two teams are begininng the mining procedures now, it'll be a few months without interruption, distractions or interference and the Iacon relic will be recovered." he finishes, as he waited for Megatron to give him instructions. What Megatron says will be done, in success or death.

Megatron began to think about what has yet to be completed... he then remembered the Ground Bridge before the Autobots and human escaped from the Space Bridge... he needed to be certain... "What of the Autobots?" he asked, malice presenting itself as the Vehicon felt fear beginning to take his a hold of his spark.

The Decepticon servent paused before he made an audible gulp. "T-Traces of the G-Ground Bridge has left us with... how should I put this... a c-cold trail." he waited for the feared fusion cannon to end his life, to become one with the Allspark alongside his brothers. Nothing happened... he looked up at the Decepticon warlord, as he turned towards his servent. Megatron clearly was not pleased with the results his sorry-excuse of a Decepticon presented him with.

Megatron spoke, venom dripping from voice. "As incompetent you are with incompleting a simple task with no Autobots here for me to punish, I probably won't put up in ending a hapless Decepticon like yourself..." malice echoed through his speech, as Megatron came around and faced his comrade's backside. Leaving the poor Decepticon to wonder what his master will do to him.

Megatron slide the blade hidden under his fusion cannon, and thrusted the sharp weapon in direct contact with his spark chamber, the tip of the blade sticking out from his chestplate. The last words the dying Vehicon heard was, "... but you were due to be executed." then he yanked his sword out from the lifeless carcass as he mercilessly kicked his newest addition to the list of dead failures, booting it into the vacuums of space. 'Hmph, amateur s... perhaps Soundwave can be of better use.' he mused. Megatron entered the Decepticon hangar, the doors shutting behind him followed by a hiss.

Along the way everytime he passes a guard or a patrol, they'd salute and praise their overlord. "Hail Megatron...", "Lord Megatron, I live to serve you...", or "All hail Lord Megatron." each praise adding arrogance into the insanely corrupt tyrant. Megatron soon arrived to his intended destination and the doors in front of him hissed opened. This room where Orion Pax was fooled into deciphering the Iacon Hall of Records. While Megatron's plan may lie in shambles, he did manage to get Orion to decrypt three Iacon relic locations. 'Pitiful... Orion would have made an excellent Decepticon. Hehehe... while we still have more data to decrypt that is.' he smiled while chuckling to himself.

Alerted by his master's silent chuckle, Soundwave turned standing face-to-face with his lord. Soundwave is Megatron's most loyal, reliable Decepticon than any of Megatron's Decepticon warriors, excluding Megatron himself. He gave him a bow, an always must-show gesture when they present themselves to Lord Megatron. Once he had Soundwave's attention, he began asking Soundwave questions, ones Megatron is most confident that his Communications Officer can assist in answering. "Soundwave, what is the status of my new Space Bridge project?"

Metallic tentacle-like appendages, slithered out from Soundwave's back, one by one entering the sockets specifically designed for Soundwave in the mainframe. An image appeared on the screen in a donut shape with jagged, rough edges on the outer rim of the object displayed on the screen. Cybertronian text labelling themselves around the image. "Ah, excellent... have the Space Bridge warmed up and ready. Expect more Energon on the way." Soundwave nodded showing his master he understands. "By the way, any news on the Autobot base?" he asks.

Soundwave faced his master, his screen face lighting up with wavelegnths showing it's a recording. It then spoke, but in a monotone voice. "PRIME! I hope you have a good excuse for your inability in answering me! Cause you won't be receiving any sympathy from me!" the voice ringing a few bells in Megatron's head.

"Yes... the one called 'Special Agent William Fowler'." he spoke, as an image appeared on Soundwave's screen showing a dark-skinned middle-aged man. "Now that the Autobot's managed to use a human to slip by Breakdown, I will ensure that every human voice will be recorded to not make the same mistake again..." he growled. "Tell me something, Soundwave. What does a communication malfunction involve the Autobot's base coordinates?"

An image appeared on Soundwave's screen filled with white dots and purple clouds. An Autobot insignia blip appearing on the map. A planet, not of Earth, revealed. On the cosole, a more clear image was displayed albiet, more colorful and somewhat smaller... "Hm... interesting... Are you certain it is of their origin?" he asks. Megatron hates errors more than anything, and will no doubt destroy something if something went wrong. Soundwave nod in confirmation. "Alright then, we will leave in a few mega-cycles. Prepare the coordinates to this planet and identify the owners. If it's not Optimus Prime, nothing will hurt in some Autobot extermination." he calmly smiles.

Even if it was an error, terminating some Autobots will make up for it. Megatron turns to leave, then stops. "One more thing, Soundwave." Soundwave turns once more and listened carefully to what he has to say. "Have my Energon infuser ready..."