Transformers Prime: The Second Chance

Darkness Rising: Part 3

I do not own Transformers Prime or any of the characters associated with the property, I only claim ownership of my own character which I have made myself. 

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On the way to Autobot Outpost Omega One, Arcee drove Jack down a lone road that few people used. This meant that she could really let loose. "Tighten your grip, Jack." 

"H-Hey! What's with you, Arcee?" 

"I thought you might actually enjoy the ride if we weren't getting shot at." 

"Oh, bring it!" 

And with that, she put metal to the pedal and sped down the road as fast as her engine could take her...

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On top of a rocky hill, Miko sat in Bulkhead's alternate mode, the dense, durable steel of the SUV would be perfect for off-reading of the highest danger-level. Perfect for a girl like Miko. 

"Ready, set," 

"Miko, I'm supposed to be protecting you." 

"Bulkhead, I'm strapped tight inside ten tons of metal muscle. I'm protected." 

Then Miko finished her countdown and Bulkhead went speeding down the rocky slope, bouncing over or smashing through any boulders that got in his way, all while Miko screamed in joy at the adrenaline rush this was giving her. And this was only the beginning... 

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On the side of a damaged road, Bumblebee sat off to the side in his alt mode, in deep concentration. He was currently racing Raf, who sat in the passenger seat, on a game that was on his dashboard. Sometimes it was good to be a cybertronian with amazing, high-tech gear. Raf was about to catch-up and and overtake Bumblebee until 'Bee used his car to smack Raf off of the road. 

Bumblebee beeped for joy whilst spinning his wheel around, he never really got to rave anyone else, always the game's ai. He enjoyed spending time with someone of the same aged mindset. Raf gave a small chuckle at the child like behaviour from the massive alien robot. 

"No fair, Bumblebee! You've been driving a lot longer than I have!" 

And with that, they restarted the race, and after that another. And another, and another... 

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Back at Autobot Outpost Omega One, Ratchet continued to experiment on the sample of goo Arcee came into contact with on their most recent mission. Optimus had recently returned from his 'shopping spree', as the humans called it, and was helping Oliver set up a small room for the young human to live in. Other than that, there was no activity at base, the other Autobots were doing who knows what with their human charges, and there was no Decepticon activity. It was nice and quiet for once. 

"Thank goodness for the peace and quiet! Houseguest can be such a bother!" 

Suddenly, a loud clang rang throughout the room, one that didn't come from Ratchet. Either Optimus had become a ghost and was so quiet that Ratchet hadn't heard him, or Oliver was messing with something he shouldn't. The first was impossible, and the second was highly unlikely given what Ratceht knew about the boy and the current task he was doing. 

"Wha? Optimus? Oliver?" Then he saw it, his tool, walking about on multiple, insectacon-like legs! It was alive! But that was impossible, wasn't it? "By the All-Spark!"