The Allspark is lost, save for a single sliver extracted from Megatron's spark chamber.
A war which raged for eons had finally ended, but for how long?
No one expected a long-forgotten power to be unleashed the very day a relic of life was destroye...
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"And that's how Blurr and I met here on Earth." Knockout drawled, happy to talk about himself with an interested party.
Mikaela had already become bored in the driver's seat. She wasn't allowed to touch anything, meaning she couldn't even touch the door handles. Knockout had already warned her about getting mud on his floor mats, seats and she was certainly not allowed to touch any button, gear shift or the steering wheel. She was even made to wash her tennis shoes; twice. Being able to convince him to talk about himself wasn't hard, so the young woman let him drone on wherever he went in the conversation to keep her brain occupied
"Why didn't you stay in Paris?" Mikaela asked, amused. "I mean, when a human says 'fashion' and 'glamour', that's usually where we think of."
"If I had a hologram to activate, I would have." The sports car admitted. "To be frank your species disgusts me, so I'd rather not be here on your planet at all, but Paris is a quaint place. Plenty of supplies to steal for my lustrous needs."
"You could have gotten a job as a fashion or luxury car designer." She noted with a shrug. "No need to steal anything that way."
"You think I'd give your lackluster species the honor of Cybertronian design?" Knockout guffawed. "I don't think so!"
Mikaela only rolled her eyes, spying what time it was on her phone.
"Besides," the cherry red mech continued, "your technology doesn't allow for Cybertronian design to be used to its full capacity. Even this form isn't as aerodynamic as my old alternate form."
The suggestion of speed made the young woman smile deviously. What better way to combat boredom than release her speed-demon self? Knockout being the perfect candidate and absolutely full of himself, she was sure it wouldn't take much convincing to make him put pedal to the metal. Ironhide wouldn't approve, but he wasn't a speedster, either. In fact, none of the Autobots would approve, but she was curious about Knockout and Blurr's top speeds.
"So." She began in a rather taunting tone. Knockout was immediately wary. "You can't go that fast after all?"
His pride at stake, any caution the mech would have considered was thrown out the window. He spluttered, wavering on the full highway. He received a message from Blurr asking if he was alright, which Knockout ignored.
"How dare you insult and question my abilities! Not even inadequate aerodynamics can hinder me."
"I don't know." Mikaela hummed, hiding her ecstatic giggles with an unbelieving 'snrk'. "You keep downing human technology. I mean, I know it can't hinder your natural ability, but better design helps with physics and all that."
"Regardless," Knockout huffed, "I can race circles around your puny Autobots even if I had to take the form of a disgusting Volks Wagen Beetle!"
