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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"You mean the crash was already there?" Lennox clarified after they stopped at a gas station. They were all allowed to stay for longer than five minutes without the looming doom of Marissa's possible demise on their heads.
"Yup." Mikaela nodded, licking the dripping ice cream from her fingers before it could be wasted on the ground. The vain medic was utterly appalled, which was the young woman's goal (though she knew how to be tidy with such a messy treat). "Knockout saw it on a security camera. For being so fast he's really not as careless as you guys seemed to think he would be."
"I still think you should go with me and Bee." Sam pouted.
The group were still several miles from Tranquility, but Starscream (out of all bots) insisted they stop at a gas station. No one was sure why, but Optimus obliged, noting the Seeker had shot off somewhere behind them. The mech was incorporative in telling the group, even Barricade, why he was so adamant about them stopping. Though, Bumblebee noted that Barricade might know and was simply not telling them.
The police car indeed, did not know. Frustrated beyond belief at having to endure another who-knew-how-long wait in the baking humidity of California, he all but forced Marissa to carefully climb into his passenger seat before they had parked. He was not allowing an actual fleshy to appear to be driving him. He took some amusement in the woman's startled gaze after his holographic form appeared, but it was short lived. Barricade's attempts to contact Starscream were proved to be in vain, so his time sitting in the parking lot was spent brooding and eerily staring at anyone who passed his front too close for his liking.
Marissa was enjoying her measly gas station sandwich, containing practically nothing except limp lettuce, a piece of Velveeta cheese and the thinnest piece of turkey she could ever imagine. The bread itself wasn't too bad, but she knew she'd need something more once they reached Tranquility.
'I wonder if the humans have a kitchen, or kitchenette.' She wondered, amusing herself with having to specify in her own mind who she was thinking about. "Do Cybertronians bake and cook?"
"Not like humans, but in a sense, yes." Ratchet would have nodded, having the young adult in his passenger seat so he could monitor her wrist, which had swelled again. The medic was informed that she had taken the brace off to scratch an itch, which resulted in her crushing it against the door of Barricade's alt after he ordered her to switch seats. "For you humans it would look more like chemistry experiments."
"I mean, that's basically what cooking is." Marissa shrugged, catching the sight of her father exiting the gas station. "Am I good to go?"
"Yes, but don't take that brace off again. Especially while traveling with Barricade."
"Got it. Thanks Dr. Ratchet."
"Just Ratchet is fine."
Her sweet smile would have earned a nod in return, maybe with a ghost of a smile to match. Marissa wouldn't know as she slid from the emergency vehicle and joined her father by the trash bin near the doors. Ratchet noted Shane's shifting as he locked eyes with the hologram of Barricade's, sending a subtle glare in return before pointing his attention to his daughter. He smiled a soft smile as she skipped the last few feet.
