Annabelle

Final Battle

My apologies for the spelling errors. My computer hates me. I’m working on it.

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Optimus walked up to Bells’ mother’s door. He had his team behind them, as well as Elita One’s team of two. He had left Ratchet behind at the base to look after Bells, because he needed someone to operate the ground bridge, and Bells needed someone to be there for her during this. He knew that she despised what her mother and sister does to her, but she loves them both.

With Bulkhead on his left, and Ironhide on his right, Optimus’ holoform opened the front door, pistol raised and ready. Ironhide and Bulkhead rolled in first, bringing their weapons up immediately scanning the room for Megatron.

Standing right in front of the doorway was Megatron, arms at his sides, and a devilish grin on his lips. Optimus noted that even though his sworn enemy was in a human body, he saw all of the evil radiating off of this form than in his true form.

“Megatron,” Prime muttered, acknowledging him, not moving his gun.  

Megatron chuckled. “Prime,” he smiled. “What an honor it is to have you here.” An engine in the road started, and revved multiple times.

“Optimus!” Arcee called. “Megatron’s bipedal mode just rolled up.

Prime narrowed his optics. “What are you doing?” he asked.

Megatron only smiled. “I knew that you autobots would catch on to me eventually,” he said moving forward. Bulkhead and Ironhide charged their guns but Megatron ignored them. “And despite what you bots think, I actually kind of have feelings for this small fleshling family. So, I have found a nice, secluded place not too far from here that I will lead you too where we can figure this out.

Optimus’ optics widened. Megatron, feeling! It waas impossible.

:: What should we do, Optimus?:: Ironhide asked through the comm link. :: Can we trust him?::

:: Not in the slightest bit.:: he confirmed. :: But he is right. We cannot endanger the humans, no matter how much some of us want to this particular family, there is still more around us. We must follow him.::

Ironhide, seemingly content with that answer, nodded at Bulkhead. The two holoforms disappeared with the starting of two engines. The rest of the autobots followed suit, and formed a wall behind the decepticon leader. Optimus, directly behind, Ironhide and Bulkhead on either side, and the rest of the autobots in line with Optimus.

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“What are they doing?”

Ratchet glanced at me as I monitored the computer screen, watching as the autobots formed a line around the unknown life signal that we deemed Megatron.

“Are you usually able to detect decepticon energon signatures?” Jacob asked. He had join us a few minutes ago.

“No,” Ratchet answered gravely, turning his attention back to a separate computer to the right. “That is what I am worried about,”

As Ratchet typed away, Bells and Jacob watched the group head in the direction of an abandoned mill. Bells prayed to Primus, to God, to anyone who would listen, for the safety of her friends.

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Megatron rolled to a stop in front of an abandoned mill. He slowly transformed, rising to his full height just as the autobots began their transformations themselves.

Ironhide and Bulkhead immediately had their guns out and aimed at Megatron. Megatron only smiled and turned to face Optimus.

“Optimus Prime,” he addressed  the slightly shorter mech. “I see it is safe to assume that you intend to make this our final stand?”