"Let us see if we can rewire their brains and make killer hunting hounds out of you." Uncle chuckled evilly to himself inside his scientific tent.
"Uncle they are dead. You killed them, they will never be monsters." Russell hissed.
"Ha that is where you are wrong Sam. You see they already are monsters but not only are they monsters they are aliens." Uncle traveled over to Drift's lifeless body.
"You can't rewire them they are not machines." Russell argued.
"No. But it is as simple as taking memories and DNA from my prized hunting dog and transferring it into their bodies." Uncle scoffed. "And if you ever get in my way again, I will rewire you!"
"I don't understand? Why do you want the same creatures you are trying to kill? To hunt for you, what are you going to do with them if you succeed in killing them off?" Russell watched as all of Uncles men infused the lifeless husks with junk. "They are dead you cannot bring them back anyway."
"Exactly what you just explained, my dear nephew I will kill them. And you are wrong, if you could bring these monsters back so can I." Uncle grind.
"Sir your Hell hounds are ready."
Way up North in the dead of night, the arctic winds were wild, and bone chilling.
"Can we stop for a rest now?" Moonracer complained.
"No we must keep moving." Bumblebee replied, his voice bearly audible over the winds.
The winds began to grow stronger as they reached the edge of the forest. Bumblebee sighed, seeing his breath in the air, he gazed back at his exhausted pack. "We can rest for a moment."
His pack happily took advantage of the pause in their journey, laying down for a quick power nap.
Everyone but Mirage who was antsy, pacing back and forth. He kept his ears erect and aimed to the forest behind. He sniffed the air, catching familiar scents.
Mirage's behaviour caught Bumblebee's attention. As the youngling took a few steps toward the forest. Glowing red eyes could be seen.
Mirage growled a quiet warning, confused by the scent. Bumblebee rushed over hopping Infront of the youngling, he snarled at the now many glowing eyes. Mirage drooped his ears crouching low to the ground submissively for his leader.
Three sets of eyes were blue with blood red taking over. Sickening snickering was audible, as the strangers emerged.
"Drift?" Mirage stood up straight.
"Sure, he he he. Whatever you want to call me you pathetic excuse of a Direwolf." Drift uncharacteristically replied.
"What did you say?" Mirage growled stepping out from behind Bumblebee.
"You heard him you little assassin, he he he." Jetfire snickered, as Grimlock and Wheeljack circled the two with Drift.
His hackles raised "Ignore them Mirage. How are you alive, we watched you perish?!" Bumblebee snarled not trusting his old friends.
"You cannot hide the past Bumblebee, I watched this little monstrosity train. He is technically supposed to be doing our job!" Jetfire cackled.
