It had been a week since I came back to the Nemesis. Each day was more or less the same. I'd tell Megatron a story from the war, I'd check in at the command center, and I'd go out for a scenic drive and or flight.
This evening, I was hanging out in the command center with the commander. We were talking about the many different energon mines and possible future actions.
Soundwave walked up to us and played an intercepted Autobot transmission, "Wheeljack? What are you doing all the way out here? Bulkhead? That you? What's with all the security? The rock we're on is crawling with cons. It's good to have you down here to even the odds. I'll likely see you tomorrow. I'll have to put pedal to the metal."
Starscream asked, "A war hero hmm? We haven't much time. Makeshift!"
Soundwave's tentacle reached out and locked into Makeshift's data port. Soundwave downloaded Wheeljack's appearance into Makeshifts hard drive. Makeshift transformed.
Soundwave replayed a part of the message, "This rock's crawling with cons. I'll likely see you tomorrow. I'll have to put pedal to the metal. See you soon buddy. I'll make sure you get a proper welcome."
Starscream said, "I too know how to prepare a proper welcome."
I asked him, "What do you have in mind?"
He turned to me and said, "Tomorrow, vehicons will shoot down the Autobot's ship. Next we will capture Wheeljack and replace him with Makeshift. To make it look convincing, Makeshift should kill some vehicons."
"That's cruel." I said hypocritically.
Starscream didn't care. He just replied, "Vehicons? They're nothing."
I left the command center, in a rage. Vehicons were not nothing. They were as alive as the rest of us. They were only more drone-like. I walked down the long and dark corridors to my room. I changed armor and got into what the humans called a bed. I slept.
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When I woke up, I got up immediately. I knew I was on a time limit. I couldn't trust the Vehicons to capture Wheeljack. Actually, I was excited. I wanted to face the Wrecker.
I went to the cafeteria and drank a cup of energon. Then, I went to the Med Bay. I sat down next to Megatron.
I spoke, "So, where were we? Let's see... Kaon? No," I tapped my finger against my leg. I tried again, "Hmm. The item? No, I don't' think I told you that one yet. So, we were tracking this group of Autobots, right. We had been on their trail for a few days. Remember why? We just blew their base and they were scattering. We checked out each group, except for one. My comrades had thought if we've searched all except for one, then this one must have it, right? Well, I thought for a moment and considered the possibility we had overlooked something. So, I argued with my group and we decided to go our separate ways. They all died by the way. Sixshot called them wimps when I gave him, Overlord, and Sky Shadow the news. That one group we were tracking was a trap. The Autobots were orchestrating all of it. Anyways, I left and backtracked all the way to the destroyed base. I noticed there was this hidden area that had been reopened. So I followed that trail to this forest like area: Tons of overgrowth and obstructions. This meant that I could not retreat by either of my alternate modes. I ended up following the trail right to a hidden Autobot base. I staked it out for a day to understand the shifts. Then I struck. I crept silently and ended any Autobot that had the misfortune of running into me. I snuck through the base until I found a vault. I lined the door of the vault with some makeshift pyrotechnics. I set them off and hid around a corner. The explosives didn't open the vault, but it looked as if they did. Autobots rushed the area and opened the vault to see if their item had been stolen. As soon as that happened, I sprinted in, grabbed the special object, and ran. I must have extinguished fifteen sparks as I exited. To get away from the Autobots, I climbed one of the tall trees and hopped from branch to branch, until I was safe." Quick story over, I got up and walked to the door. I called out to my friend, "Goodbye Megatron."
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Transformers re-Prime-d (Season 1)
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