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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The group stopped at a 24-hour gas station, mostly because Sam had to go pee. He was apparently not bright enough to keep from drinking three Red Bulls before leaving the Autobot base. It annoyed the two Decepticons and Velocitronians (Blurr and Knockout being tired of curious humans wanting to touch them) but the other humans and Autobots didn't seem to mind. The Autobots were used to it, and the humans wanted something to snack or sip on anyway. It was warm but humid after the rain that morning, so something to put pep back in the seated human's step was wise to obtain. Something cold and fresh to return their road trip faring spirits.
:Another six hours and we should arrive within the time specified.: Ratchet hummed through the open comm-link. :Even with this added stop.:
The aliens had parked side by side as to not be separated and keep their formation once they left. The original line up of Optimus, Ratchet, Ironhide, Knockout, Barricade, Blurr and Bumblebee. All were parked facing the gas station's doors, watching as the humans mingled with each other about what snacks to bring for their night journey, the sun lowered enough that the lights from inside illuminated their charges enough to see from the outside in.
:I'm surprised you Autobots haven't found a way to recreate Cybertron's Groundbridge technology.: Starscream chuckled cruelly, far above the parked group. :It would save you the energy it takes to drive as you barbaric grounders do.:
:Watch it, Seeker.: Barricade warned, knowing the commander was insulting him as well.
:Play nice, the both of you.: Knockout huffed. :We don't need a scrap fight in the middle of a gas station.:
:Worried they'll scratch your paint?: Ironhide chuckled.
Ratchet hit the pick up truck with his door, quickly closing it before the humans around noticed, though there were few. The weapons specialist growled, not daring to retaliate.
:I may be self-absorbed but it results in my survival!: Knockout defended himself. Several bots would have rolled their optics visibly if they could, including the two Decepticons. :In this case all of yours as well. A scrap fight between two Decepticons could only result in disaster and the use of explosive magnitudes!:
Everyone's attention was suddenly pointed at the gas pumps. There was likely enough gas beneath the concrete to blow the entire rest stop and then some. No one would survive at ground zero, and whoever managed to make it to the edge of the site would likely be severely injured. No, a scrap fight would not help anyone. It would either incinerate Vector Sigma or he'd just be lost all over again. Not to mention covered in human remains.
The sudden thought of Marissa and her ancient friend made the aliens, grounded and sky high, cringe at the thought of losing both.
Starscream simply went quiet, disconnecting from the open communication link and mumbling to himself about how preposterous his anxiety filled thoughts had become over such a puny life form.
