"Nothing! Just another deadend!" The data pad clattered onto the table. "It's been nearly a month and we haven't found anything!" "There has to be something. The senate is cruel, but not even Optimus would eliminate an entire race for no reason."
"Intimidation."
Everyone looked at him. "What are you talking about? No offense Computron but bots are terrified of the Prime."
"Rebels. Me and my gestalt talked and shared memories. Lightspeed mentioned that he'd heard that bots were rebelling in Tarn and Kaon." He pulled up a file on the vid-screen at the front of the room. "Bots are refusing to do their jobs or fight in the arena. Remember Megatron? He started a rebel group called the Decepticons. They eliminated the Insecticons in hopes that it would scare them. To force them into submission if they showed what they could do."
The others stared at him in shock.
"I hacked their systems a while ago. I managed to get the list of bots who had joined and their position before I was kicked out." He clicked on a separate file, bringing up the list.
"Computron, let me see your data pad." He blinked. "Devastator?" "Let me see it." He slid it across the table to the older combiner.
Devastator clicked on a name. A file popped up on screen, blue tape deck, silver accents, face mask and a visor.
"Third in command, communications officer and spy master? Isn't that the mech your head component is courting Dev?" Menasor asked.
Silence.
"Hook didn't know, did he?"
"No. He didn't."
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"Do you think combiners were ever real, carrier?" His youngest cassette, ever curious, had found the massive library two floors below them.
As it turned out, the warehouse wasn't a warehouse at all. Despite outside appearance, what looked like a normal warehouse was a massive mansion with 14 floors built underneath it.
A library, armory, kitchen, pool, firing range, gym, gaming rooms, communication, bar, rec room, laboratories, med bay, race track, garden, lavious berth rooms and more. Each floor was impossibly big and well decorated. There was a movie THEATER for Primus sake!
And at some point while wandering the youngling had flown into the library and selected an old book containing the legend of combiners. Groups of bots called gestalts, capable of combining into a titanic form.
The look of hope on his younglings face almost hurt. Hope that someday, bots capable of fighting back against the senate and destroying their guardians.
"Perhaps little one. But for now you must rest." "Ok!" With that he tucked Ratbat in, turned out the lights and left.
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"Why are the ceilings so high? And why can't we go to the 14th floor?!"
He sighed. "For the last time Cutthroat, I don't know and because we were told not to." "But they're not here! It is so easy to just take a peek!"
"Hun-Grrr help me out here, please."
Hun-Grrr pushed Cutthroat down the stairs. The rest of the Terrorcons just laughed.
'Idiots.'
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"What do you think they're doing back at the warehouse?"
"Probably destroying it."
"Now wait a minute, what do you mean destroying it?! Computron answer me!"
He cackled. "Lighten up Devs, I'm sure the warehouse will be fine." "Of course you'd say that Superion."
"Because I'm right and you know I-" The emergency lights flicked on as a siren blared.
"What is that?!"
"That Computron, means we are under attack." Bruticus's voice was lower than it should be, he wanted the fight. Computron pulled up the security feed.
"How many guardians is that?!" "25. They are accompanied by 502 Autobots. They appear to be using stun weapons and chains, it would seem they aren't here to kill us, but to capture us."
"Well then." Menasor chuckled next to him. "Let's give them a warm welcome."
Blasters and sword gleamed in the red light.
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Energon caked his servos, more splattered on his chassis as he shot the guardian charging him.
Defensor struggled against two guardians fighting to chain him down. A fist collided with his helm.
"Computron!" Devastator crushed a helm between his servos. "Run! Get back to the warehouse! Figure out a plan of attack!" "I can't leave you!" He wrapped a chain around a guardian's neck.
"I said go! NOW COMPUTRON!"
He hesitated, before dropping the now unconscious guardian and running. He ignored the crystals and branches that scraped against his frame.
'Almost out!'
Something sharp dug into his back, he roared as electric currents coursed through him. He dropped to his servos and knees as smoke rose from his vents. Reaching back he ripped the metal prongs out.
Stumbling to his pedes, he broke into a run. He ran and didn't stop. Then slowed, and stopped a ways before the warehouse.
'I can't decombine now, and I can't go to the warehouse. They'll find out about me.'
Exhaustion and pain caught up to him. 'But if I pass out here, I'll be captured. And nobody will save us, save them.'
Step by step, the warehouse came into view.
The massive doors creaked as he pushed them open. Doing his best to be quiet, he stumbled in, turned and closed the doors. His helm thunked against the cool metal as the world spun around him. The dried energon made his joints ache and creak.
He stepped back, stumbled and fell. His vision blacked out when his helm hit the ground.
Then nothing.
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He shot up, startled awake.
Wheeljack covered his helm with pillows, rolled over and just went back to recharge.
He muttered curses under his breath, grabbing his wrench from the berth side table and storming into the hallway.
Others stood outside their rooms, some carrying blankets and pillows (Swoop) others cursing while glaring at everyone else (Cutthroat). He ignored all of them as he pushed his way to the stairs.
"Wait! Me Swoop go with you Ratchet!" He slowed enough to allow the Dinobot to catch up.
"What you Ratchet will do?" "I'm going to hit whoever thought to break in over the helm! And toss them out like the scrap heaps they are!"
He slammed the door open. "Who are yo-"
The wrench clattered on the ground while he gaped at the massive mech unconscious mech on the floor.
"What.the.frag."
YOU ARE READING
Legends
FanfictionCombiners. A legend told to give hope to the low caste. But what if they were real? And what happens when certain bots walk into their lives? Unaware of what they are. How long will it take to break their chains and put an end to the senate?
