Optimus and his Autobots are patrol in the Antarctic when they come across a cybertronian spaceship. Thinking there might be Autobots inside, they go in. But what they find is not an autobot, but a predacon. Optimus decides to take him back to base...
It was only a day before Bumblebee's body was all the way thawed. He took an interest in in the kids. Arcee, however, noticed that he seemed to more into Jack. She wanted too why. So, after Optimus gave them a recall mission, Arcee asked why Bumblebee was studying Jack, as if no one else saw it.
"Bumblebee," Arcee started, "why did you look at Jack so much?"
"He just reminds me of this human family tree I knew centuries ago," Bumblebee told her. "I also have hunch about him."
"About what, exactly?" Arcee demanded-ish. Bumblebee didn't answer. "Bumblebee, you have to tell me," Arcee told him. "He's my partner."
Bumblebee still remained silent for a few more seconds. "That-" he stopped. Clanking was coming to them. They crept down and walked on bent knees. Cons were digging up Predacon bones. Megatron was with them.
It made Bumblebee's energon boiled.
"Lord Megatron!" a con called to the warlord. "We found something other than a predacon skeleton."
"It a burial ground." Arcee turn her head to Bumblebee's words
"What?" she asked.
"They're mining up a burial ground!" Bumblebee growled.
"Keep your voice down! They'll hear you!" Arcee hissed.
"Arcee, there's not just predacon bones here." Arcee didn't need to ask what Bumblebee meant. The answer showed itself. A sword had been yanked from the bone body. "The Sword of Justice." Bumblebee knew right away which graves the Decepticons were disturbing.
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(The Sword of Justice)
Without warning, Bumblebee bolted towards the Cons. "HEY!" he bellowed. He didn't transform after seeing that their blaster fire wasn't doing to anything. He did, however, transformed out his left blade.
His claws swiping the cons' heads from their bodies, stabbing the attached sword through their sparks, hitting their heads with such force, that it was either sent flying, or crushed, or there was a bent in the helm. Bumblebee gave the cons fatal wounds that had to be treated immediately. He was even crushed their chest through the other side. Soon, only two remained standing.
The con who held the sword tried strike Bumblebee with it. Bumblebee grabbed the cons by the wrists and destroyed them. The con screamed in agonizing pain, dropping the weapon. Releasing the whaling cybertronian, Bumblebee picked up the sword.
"So," Megatron's began, as he walked towards the black and yellow striped predacon. "The autobots have their own."
"I joined them," Bumblebee started. "And what makes you think you can disturb a grave?!" he demanded through gritted teeth.
"A grave?" Megatron wondered aloud. He was grinning.
"You're not going to get away with this. I may be the only original predacon from our time period, but it doesn't mean I'll let any Heralds of Unicron complete what the first ones started." Bumblebee threw the sword over his back, and it landed somewhere in the forest. Megatron and Bumblebee walked, creating a circle that slowly shrink.
Arcee was watching from a distance. Her mind was blank. She had zero clue what she just witnessed. Is this what could've happened to us? she wondered. If Predaking was trained the way Bumblebee was? She called in Optimus in case things would get out of hand. She told them to Ground Bridge themselves a little away from her location.
"Arcee, whe-" Optimus was cut off, by Arcee making an urgent 'get down' and 'be quiet' movements.
The Autobots' eyes were widened at the decepticon corpuses.
"Glad he's on our side," Bulkhead commented for everyone.
Megatron and Bumblebee clashed. Sparks flying off their bodies. Bumblebee's claws swinging through the warlord's body. Megatron punches Bumblebee to the best of his ability. He hardly lands a blow on his opponent. The Autobots watched the battle .... and Predaking flying towards the two. He shot a fireball at Bumblebee.
Bumblebee is sent flying. He grabs the ground, creating a claw mark in the dirt, and lands on his feet. He looks up to see Predaking helping Megatron.
"So," Bumblebee started, as he raised himself to a straight, standing position, "you're the faker?" Bumblebee asked with a snarl. Predaking faces him. "The one who calls himself Predaking." Bumblebee scoffs. "You're no king."
"I AM king!" Predaking roared.
"No, you're not," Bumblebee told the clone preda. "I know because I'm the only predacon who survived the Great Cataclysm!" Bumblebee roar as he ran towards Predaking.
Predaking ran and transformed to fight. The two locked themselves into a deadly battle. Echos of conflict ranged out. Predaking eventually transformed back into his bot mode. He saw how Bumblebee was using his size against him. Bumblebee dodge Predaking's claw and dug his own into his side. Predaking howled in pain. He grabbed Bumblebee and threw him back.
Decepticons had appeared and helped their leader through a Ground Bridge. Bumblebee growled at that. Predaking begged Bumblebee to stop and join him.
"I was once king," Bumblebee told him. "I know, what side a king, a good king, should be on. And it's not one who disturbs graves." Predaking and Bumblebee charged at one another. Their fisted claws striking each other's head. It sent them dazed for a moment. Bumblebee's was short, Predaking wasn't as short. He didn't see Bumblebee land on his shoulders and flunked him off his feet.
Predaking started to get up, but Bumblebee grabbed at his throat, and forced him into back. Predaking clawed at Bumblebee's arm. He didn't react to it. "I ... am ... Predaking!"
"No you're not!" Bumblebee tightened his grip. His legs on his opponent's arms. "A real king, doesn't let others disturbed graves, doesn't let his people suffer, doesn't follow someone who follows the footsteps of Unicron, and most of all ... knows when to kill and give second chances." Bumblebee stepped off Predaking, who grabbed his throat and gasped. "You may be a clone," Bumblebee started. "But that doesn't mean your bad." Bumblebee lend his claw to Predaking, who looked at it. "You don't have to follow that Herald of Unicron, you don't have to be like this."
"What makes you think I'll join?" Predaking asked. "The Autobots murdered our brethren when they were defenseless!"
"What side were they on?" Bumblebee asked. "The Decepticons? They have deception in their name!" A pause. "The past can haunt us, but it can teach us about our mistakes."
"What are you implying?" Predaking snarled.
"That you don't stray from the light."
"I will never betray him!" Predaking snapped.
"My offer will be open until you've gone too far into Unicron's clenches." Bumblebee let Predaking leave through a Ground Bridge.
The Autobots appeared. Optimus held the Sword of Justice in his hand. "Arcee filled me in on while you fought them," Optimus told the lost king. "And I take it you wish to return this sword to its decease owner?"
"Yes." Bumblebee took the weapon from Optimus and placed it back on the bone chest. "You can head back to the base," Bumblebee told them. "I'm going to be here for a while."
"Comm in when you are ready." Optimus turned and his autobots followed.
