High School - Freshman Year

Day 1 out of 720

/Well I heard that there is a president for each grade./

/Yeah but you have to be voted for, Starscream. Which means that people have to like you./ Knockout scoffed over the comm link.

/Oh if that’s the case then I’m sure Starscream will be drowning in votes./ Airachnid crooned, sarcasm dripping off every word.

But Starscream didn’t catch the joke. /My thoughts exactly, Airachnid/

Knockout and Airachnid began laughing with each other, which made Starscream more than a little miffed. /And what are you all laughing at you imbeciles?/

Starscream was at it again, he had been talking all night long, about how he would take over as supreme leader at their new destination. As the other two bots continued to revel in their laughing fit the silver seeker left the link, mumbling something about how he would retaliate later. Seeing that their source of entertainment was gone, Knockout and Airachnid who were still snickering at the “future class president” left the comm link only moments later.

Then everything was quiet, which was normally how Soundwave liked it. Sure, he didn’t have to listen in on the comm link, but there had been nothing better to do for the past twelve hours. They had been driving all night and were almost to their destination. In order to cover their tracks the group of four, led by Megatron, crash landed somewhere in the fields of Nebraska and then drove the rest of the way to Jasper, Nevada. But the trip would be over soon, only a few more minutes.

Soundwave let out an internal sigh, yes, they were driving… Soundwave had chosen the form of a black Dodge Challenger with his signature shade of purple detail. Starscream took a silver Corvette Stingray with red racing stripes, which fit his ostentatious personality completely. Airachnid decided on a black Porsche with a metallic gold spider draped across the front corner on the driver’s side. Its legs long and spindly seemed to embrace the car in a macabre hug.

Primus help us, that ridiculous design is what is going to give us away…

As for Knockout, well he had always been a car, and he liked it!

Weirdo.

How could Knockout enjoy this! Transforming into something so small is incredibly uncomfortable, like being a contortionist forced into a little box. How did they get to this demeaning point in their lives anyways?

Soundwave racked his processor, the memory file was somewhere in Soundwave’s expansive CPU space. Ah yes, there…

We lost.

Those two words encompassed so much more than their diminutive length would imply, however. To say that the Decepticon forces simply lost was not enough. No, they were devastated. All of their forces: demolished. Their ship: obliterated. Resources: taken. Morale: gone.

And as if that wasn’t enough, the world knew of the presence of Cybertronians, and humans were now hunting the remaining Decepticons.

Megatron, who had arrived to the school early for his faux job as assistant principal, had come up with this plan. The idea of attending a high school was not a great one, but they did not have the luxury of waiting around for a better idea. Under the guise of adolescents, they would be assumed non-threatening. And should they be found out, the humans’ moral code would not allow them to attack a school full of students for a few alien robots due to the fatality risk. So here they were, until they could come up with a better strategy.