Transformers Prime: The Second Chance

Convoy

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

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Autobot Base Omega One. Peaceful and quiet. The children quietly chatting with their 'Bots, Ratchet and Optimus working on different operation plans. And me, simply enjoying the peace. 

Since the Makeshift incident two weeks ago, no Decepticon activity had occurred, they had gone silent. Which meant that we humans had more time to spend with our alien friends. Me and Optimus had set up a basic Autobot identification system to avoid another Makeshift incident happening again. A few questions relating to vastly different topics would be asked to said 'Bot and if they answered correctly, they would be permitted into the base, but under surveillance for the next week. After that, they were free to do as they pleased. 

As for my own transformation, I had grown to Arcee's height, fifteen feet tall. I was still expected to be taller than her though, and she took her annoyance out on me by making my training a living nightmare. However, nothing else was new, I was pretty much a full Cybertronian, the only thing that was different about me was my name, but I was planning on changing it once my transformation was complete. 

But I didn't think about that right. I just wanted to enjoy the peace, finally. For what seemed like years of constant noise and talking, there was complete, and utter...   

Silence... 

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"PRIME!"

"Ahh!!!" 

Of course! Who else but Fowler?! 

As I looked at the screen I just imagined stepping on the frustratingly loud agent. But, I was cut from my thoughts by everyone looking at me like I was a wuss. I simply coughed and played it off, "What?" 

"Prime!"

Optimus and the rest of us walked up to the screen. The Prime opened the video channel, and an image of Fowler in a jet's cockpit showed up on the screen. Fowler turned to face the screen as Optimus began to address the agent, "Special Agent Fowler? To what do we owe..."

"What else? 'Cons!"

Wow, rude. Somebody's clearly had their ego shattered.

"I chased them off with some hard ordinance, but not before they blew me out of the sky.", continued the agent.

I grunted a laugh, I guess I was right. He had had his ego shattered. However, I nudge from Arcee's elbow sobered me up quickly. 

"Again?", mocked Miko. 

Fowler glared at the girl through his screen, before returning to the matter at hand, "They tried a smash-and-grab for the Dingus." 

"The...   What's it?", asked Jack. 

Suddenly, Fowler's screen was replaced with blueprints of the device as Fowler continued to explain, "Dynamic Nuclear Generation System, AKA, DNGS. It's a prototype energy source I'm porting to the coast for testing." 

"Your marketing team really hit out of the park with that abbreviation.", I quipped. 

"Not our country's greatest achievement in the designation field, I will admit.", admitted Fowler. 

"That's absurd. Why would Starscream bother with such primitive technology?", scoffed Ratchet. 

He did have a point, there was very little reason for the Decepticons to bother with Earth technology unless it was a nuke. And even then, the blast would destroy any energon that they could use for themselves. It was pointless when their tech was far superior to everyone else's.