Bluestreak ran through the back alleys of Tripex, one arm missing. He gasped for air with each stride, bright blue energon dripping from his wound. Sirens sounded in the distance. He knew it would not be long before they caught up, but he continued to run anyway.
Maybe, he thought, just maybe, I can outrun them. That hope was short-lived. As he turned the corner, he saw a Cybertronian police truck sitting at the end of the alley, waiting. He turned to run the the opposite way, but a police car blocked his path. Everywhere he turned, one of these Cybertronian police were there, until he decided to turn back and run the way he came.
Thats when he heard it. The loud engine growl. The Sirens he had heard earlier. He had caught up to him. The final police car turned into this section of the alley. Bluestreak couldn't get a good look at the car. It's bright lights flashed him directly in the eyes. He did not need to see however, for he already knew.
The engine cut. The lights turned off. It was a long, muscle car styled police car. It stayed there for a small moment, before letting out a mechanical noise. The car suddenly began to shift. Arms protruded from the tires, legs kicked out from the roof, and once the extremities were taken care of, the front end and back end of the vehicle slammed together. The police lights shifted to the massive figures shoulders and arms. Finally, the head was revealed. Bluestreak could not see his face, as the Decepticon sported an orange Optic visor, along with a battle mask that covered what the visor did not. The Decepticons claws flexed as the orange visor came online. Segments of the Decepticons body glowed orange, like rivers of orange energon flowed through his veins.
"Its...its you. Why would they send you after an Autobot like me?" Bluestreak gasped. He was in full panic mode.
"You are one of Prime's most trusted officers. This means you can tell me the location of the Autobot Space Bridge. You know as well as I do that Space Bridges were outlawed solar cycles ago. However, A bit of radio chatter Soundwave picked up told us that you are building one somewhere. I have been ordered to find it and destroy it." The Decepticon spoke softly, yet there was an abrupt sharpness in his voice. He let out a deep growl as Bluestreak backed away.
"I don't know anything, I swear. I'm just a Patrol bot. Construction and engineering isn't my occupation," Bluestreak pleaded.
"Then you can tell me where to find an Autobot who does know. One of those...engineers you mentioned. One by the name of Perceptor, perhaps."
Bluestreak's shoulder rockets swung up from his back. "Over my cold, offline servos."
"So be it." The Decepticons arms stiffened, as if the joints were shifting. His claws extended. His legs followed suit. He got down on all fours. The sword latched on his back shifted towards his rear, forming his tail. The lights on the Decepticons shoulders shifted to each of the Decepticons joints. Finally, the head shot inside of the torso, and a wolf head folded forward. The orange visor on the head glowed to life as he lunged at Bluestreak.
The Decepticon sunk his claws into Bluestreaks torso, pinning him down. "Pursuiticons, relieve the Autobot of his weapons."
The four other Decepticons transform and rip off the shoulder mounted rockets. Steelclaw jumped off Bluestreak, transforming back to robot mode midair. "Now. Tell me wear to find Perceptor." The Autobot stood up, but did not say anything.
The Decepticon spun the Autobot around, grabbed his remaining arm and wounded shoulder, and kicked him square in the back. Bluestreaks arm tore of his torso as he screamed out in anguish. More Energon leaked from both ends of the limb.
"Fine. The Space Bridge is being built in Sina Pax. But you'll never get to it. It's too heavily guarded for your team to get in."
The Decepticon turns around. "Lord Megatron, we have found the location of the Autobot Spacebridge. It is in the Sina Pax region."
A gravelly voice spoke through the com-link. "Good. I will send a strike team. You and your team will meet them there."
"Understood sir. All hail Megatron." The Decepticon cut off his com. Bluestreak stood up. His chest plate opened to reveal a pulsing, beeping orb.
"You're never getting away with this. I'll destroy you all." He charged the Decepticon. The towering 'Con punched through the charging Autobots chest, grabbing ahold of his spark. Steelclaw pulled the spark out, and Bluestreak watched in horror as Steelclaw tossed it up gently. The spark was just barely still connected to him. He couldn't move, the shock from the punch had paralyzed him. Once Steelclaw was tired of toying with Bluestreak, he crushed his spark. As the spark collapsed on itself, the deceased Autobot fell to the ground.
"Was that really necessary?" One of the Decepticons asks? "I mean, I understand that you despise them, but they are the ones who helped give most of us life. Cut them a little slack." The Decepticon was obviously disgusted by the execution.
"Nova, if you don't silence that vocal processor of yours, I'll rip it out of your throat, understood?"
Another Decepticon, the lone female of the team, grabbed the leaders arm. "Steelclaw. Go easy on him. We're all on the same team. There are some, like Nova, who just don't agree with the total annihilation of the Autobots."
Steelclaw turned to her. "Unfortunately, Firestorm, that's what this war takes. We have to destroy them. If we don't, this resistance will never end. We have to make examples of the ones we capture to hopefully put an end to their hopeless crusade."
The police truck, Chimera, walks over. "What did Megatron say?"
"He is sending a strike team to Sina Pax. We are meeting them there. We are going to storm the Autobot SpaceBridge."
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Transformers Prime: War Before Earth
Science FictionA look into the war on Cybertron before it made its way to Earth. Told from the Point of view of both Autobots and Decepticons, and includes some of my OCs.
