Cybertron's Outcasts; The Crash Landing

Epilogue

    "Damn."
    "What?"
    "This damn human technology!"
    The autobots had given the group some equipment. And frankly, it wasn't working.
    "Did you try turning it off and turning it back on again?" Gearend asked from across the room.
    He was attempting to fix a weapon that Hawthorn had kept in her subspace while Raptore attempted to teach Harvenger basic buzz code so he could understand Bumblebee better.
    "Yes, I tried that!" Beelzebub yelled, throwing her hands up in the air, "Stupid thing runs worse than my old computer!"
    "Oof." Harvenger chuckled, "That one ran like slag."
    Beelzebub rolled her optics and turned to the computer, kicking it. As she did so, the computer came back online. The screen that had been mounted to the wall displayed an autobot insignia, which they would have to figure out how to change that later.
    Beelzebub tapped on the computer panel, typing in a code that Ratchet had given her earlier that would load a full 2d map of Earth. She then began to type in the identification codes of her friends, including the ones that weren't with her.
    "Wait a second." Beelzebub said.
    "What?" Hawthorn asked, peering over Beelzebub's shoulder.
    "There are several signals on here," Beelzebub said, "But I don't think that they are actually here."
    Hawthorn looked to the side of the screen where the signals had been displayed. Yes, they were five names that she recognized, but they couldn't possibly be on earth.
    Opal; Opal was on Regulon Four with her family, which included Liberty and Connie. But all of their signals appeared on the screen.
    And Alkaline was told that he should stay away from them, because Toxin got really violent with other bounty hunters. But there he was.
    Niraden was probably a nervous wreck. She wasn't the bravest youngling ever and would be hiding somewhere.
    Before Hawthorn or Beelzebub could say anything, a distress signal appeared on the map. It had an audio attachment to it.
    "What's that?" Raptore asked, "Isn't that Alkaline's ship?"
    He was correct, the Red Anchor was Alkaline's ship.
    "Play it."
    Beelzebub pressed a few buttons, then the audio started to play;
    "Mayday! The ship had been targeted by another group of bounty hunters! Help is needed immediately or this ship is going down!"
    The group seemed to come to an agreement that they should find the ship and the signals that were spread out. And they need to do it quickly.

(It's over.
That's the end.
It's been one hell of a ride and I hope you enjoyed it!
I hope you liked the last installation of Cybertron's Outcasts; Crash Landing!
I'll see you in 'In It For The Long Run'
Love y'all!
-Smoothie)