Transformers Prime: Fanfiction The Book of Unicron The Path To The Dark Side

Chapter 10: Loose Cannons

Location: Planet Earth

On Planet Earth:

Location: Autobot Base

Inside The Autobot Base:

Main Lobby:

Inside The Main Lobby:

“Prime! What in blazes are your people doing out here?! We had an agreement! No collateral damage!” Prime looked at Agent Fowler. “I am sorry, Agent Fowler. But all Autobots are present and accounted for.” “Then explain why I'm receiving reports of two jumbo-size bots mixing it up. 20 miles outside of Omaha.” Ratchet looked at Agent Fowler. “Decepticons?” Arcee looked. “There has been plenty of infighting lately. Megatron can't seem to keep his ranks in line.” Agent Fowler grumbled. “Well, I'm just arriving on the scene.” Soon a photo appeared on the screen. “Have a look.” They looked at the footage. “I don't know. The paint job beside it can't be SkyQuake. You and Optimus pounded him into the ground.”

“Before Starscream yanked him back out as some kind of undead terrorcon. The question still stands. Who's the dance partner?” The screen moved and soon zoomed in. They saw it was one of their own. It was Wheeljack. “By the Allspark, it is one of ours.” “Ah ha. Wheeljack.” Bulkhead bumped hard into Bee, Arcee and Ratchet. “I can't believe it. Jackie's back!” Agent Fowler scowled. “I don't care if Abraham Lincoln is back. We have to contain this situation before we all wind up on the eleven clock news.” Ratchet quickly opened a bridge. Prime, Arcee, Bee and Bulkhead ran through with the bridge closing behind them.

Location: Where Wheeljack Is At

Dreadwing blasted at Wheeljack. “You got nowhere left to run, Con.” Wheeljack blasted his gun. Soon a jet flew in and it was Agent Fowler. “This is Special Agent Fowler of.” Wheeljack shot at Fowler’s jet. “Whoa! Stand down, hot head. I'm on your side.” Dreadwing blasted his gun. Soon Agent Fowler returned fire at Dreadwing. Soon a bridge opened. “Had a feeling the gang might show.” Soon the Autobots ran out. Dreadwing blasted his guns. Bulkhead went and shot back. “Jackie.” He helped Wheeljack up. Dreadwing looked at the jet that Agent Fowler was in. “That will do.” Dreadwing went and he scanned Agent Fowler’s jet. “Oh no. Not this again.” Agent Fowler’s jet started to glitch.

Dreadwing quickly transformed and he took off. Wheeljack looked and saw Dreadwing leaving. “Oh, no, you don't.” “Wheeljack.” “Jackie, no!” He went and he shot his weapons. Hitting the gas station with its fuel and it soon exploded. “Dreadwing rigged the place to blow.” Bulkhead glanced at Wheeljack. “Dreadwing?” Acree looked at Wheeljack. “Actually, that was your handiwork, sparky.” “It's called a gas station, kind of like an Energon depot. Doesn't mix well with the blaster fire.” “Huh. Well, our Con's getting away.” Optimus stood in front of Wheejack. “Wheeljack, there are other considerations. While in this world, you would do well to follow my lead.”

Location: Autobot Base

Inside The Autobot Base:

Main Lobby:

Inside The Main Lobby:

Ratchet was fixing and repairing Wheeljack. Wheeljack flinched. “Ow! Take it easy, Doc. I need that arm.” “Hold still and maybe you'll keep it.” Wheeljack looked at Prime. “Look commander. I apologize for the fireworks won't happen again. But I tracked Dreadwing across a hundred light-years of space.” “I thought you were roving the galaxy, you know, looking for Autobot refugees.” “I was, until I found one, a Wrecker.” Bulkhead looked at Wheeljack. “Who?” “Seaspray.” Bulkhead laughed. “How is old barnacle butt?” “Not so good, Bulk. Blown to bits, actually.” “What? No!” “Dreadwing.” Wheeljack looked at Optimus. “My flier, the Jackhammer, picked up Seaspray's signal a couple of light-years from Madeira.” Wheeljack sighs.