One In A Billion | Transformers Prime [1]

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A/N: I know apologizing wouldn't help the fact that I've been gone for over two weeks now, but maybe this might: we're down to the last two chapters!

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This chapter is loosely based on Darkness Rising: Part 4

Bolshevik told me I was the perfect candidate for their weaponized shifter program, and their target was someone easy to dislike.

Three times, now, I'd almost died, and no one had noticed.

Throughout the battlefield, Vehicon drones swarmed, their numbers seemingly endless. Arcee's blades sliced through the drones with deadly grace, Bumblebee's blasters melting them apart. Bulkhead's wrecking ball smashed through their ranks, while Smokescreen's cannons tore through the air.

Wheeljack's swords flashed as he cut down drone after drone, and Ultra Magnus's hammer crushed those who dared to approach.

"Ember, you don't know what you're doing!"

The force of nature boomed in my mind, impossible to ignore. I gritted my teeth, trying to block it out of my head. Every second she was getting louder, clearer. I couldn't break out of it if I wanted to, because it was clear that it was real. She was real.

Whoever 'she' was.

The missile weapons systems were coming live, and I could hear US officials including Agent Fowler through different draw channels, clamoring through the communications consoles and announcing that the nation had now reached DEFCON-1. The conversations rose to a clamor and Fowler was all-out yelling at every single soldier patrolling the US military bases that surrounded our own to retreat to the nearest bunker. Orders were being given left and right, so I knew that people now knew what was coming.

Seven minutes on the clock.

The sun beat down mercilessly on the dry, arid plain, and from where I was standing, it was next to impossible to think straight in this circumstance. Dust and sand swirled in the hot wind, creating a haze that distorted the horizon.

From the east, the rumbling convoy of Autobots, Arcee, Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Smokescreen, Wheeljack, and Ultra Magnus led the charge across the desert floor.

From the west, the ominous shadow of the Decepticon army loomed, led by Knockout, Breakdown, Soundwave, Starscream, Predaking, Arachnid, and a blue and gold Con I had never seen before. With them were a swarm of Vehicon drones flanking them on either side.

Arcee broke formation first, darting across the battlefield with unmatched agility, her sleek form weaving through the chaos. Her optics locked onto Arachnid, who was skittering across the terrain on her spindly legs with sharp claws gleaming.

Arcee transformed mid-leap, activating her dual blasters and firing rapid shots at Arachnid. The Decepticon assassin deflected the blasts with her claws, retaliating with a flurry of webbing. Arcee dodged with a graceful spin, her blades extending as she closed the distance. The two engaged in a deadly dance, blades clashing with claws. Arcee's strikes were precise, aimed to disable Arachnid's mobility. Arachnid countered with venomous strikes, aiming to incapacitate her Autobot foe. Their movements were a blur of silver and black, each one seeking an opening to deliver a decisive blow.

Bumblebee charged into the fray, his stingers firing pulses of energy. Knockout and Breakdown met him head-on. Knockout, ever the narcissist, sneered as he deflected Bumblebee's shots with his Energon prod.

Breakdown lunged, his hammer crashing down towards Bumblebee. The Autobot scout rolled out of the way, delivering a swift kick to Breakdown's knee joint, causing the massive Decepticon to stagger. Knockout seized the opportunity, slashing at Bumblebee with surgical precision.