Enter Dante, The Rev-9: Book 2: Revelations

Chapter 11: Flying Mind

3rd Person POV

Autobot Base

Dante leaned against a wall, human sized, and watched as Bulkhead recounted what had happened to him the previous day.

"—But when the Insecticons suddenly backed off," Bulkhead was saying, "I got inspired by my proximity to the power core. And did what I do best." Bulkhead pounded his fists together.

"You trashed Megatron's ride like a Rockstar in a hotel room," Miko said with a grin. She, Jack, Raf, and Fowler stood on a platform opposite Dante.

"Does anyone else speak Miko?" Dante asked in amusement. "Anyone? Bots? Author? Readers?"

"We should hit the Cons right now while they're vulnerable," Arcee stated.

Dante nodded. "Agreed. Right now, they're grounded. It's the perfect opportunity to end the war."

"Won't that change the future?" Elita asked.

Dante shrugged. "Don't know. Maybe a fifty-fifty chance that this ends up with the apocalypse."

"The warship may be grounded, but we are vastly outnumbered," Ratchet protested.

Dante raised an eyebrow. "You do know that you have a terminator on your side, right? Just drop me down and let me do what I do best." His eyes flashed red.

"Still," Ratchet protested. "I doubt even you will be able to take them all out before they get the ship airborne again. Especially with the Insecticon hive bolstering the Decepticons' forces."

"Then maybe it's time for me to call in an air strike," Fowler suggested.

"Or perhaps it is time for us to consider more extreme measures, Agent Fowler," Optimus stated grimly.

Timeskip

Dante watched as one of the vault doors opened, revealing probably the most destructive weapon in the Autobot's arsenal... besides Dante, of course.

"The Spark Extractor," Ratchet murmured in awe. "Optimus, are you certain you want to travel down this path?"

"I'm all for it," Dante said. "But still. Once we use this, there's no turning back."

"While I am reluctant to deploy a weapon of this caliber, especially one forged by Decepticon hands, this may be our only chance to end the war," Optimus said gravely. "Once, and for all."

Timeskip

"Optimus, I'm detecting a massive energy spike at the Decepticon crash site," Ratchet reported. "It appears to be Dark Energon."

Elita frowned. "They must be using it to fix the ship."

Dante stood. "If you guys can get me close enough, I can use the Spark Extractor to wipe out everyone, including the ship," he suggested. "Since I don't have a spark, it won't affect me."

Optimus nodded. "The plan has merit. But we shall come and assist you as well in order to make sure you achieve your goal."

Dante nodded, shifted to his Cybertronian height, and grabbed the Spark Extractor.

"Hold on, Prime," Fowler spoke up. "If you're going to deploy some sort of super weapon in a final showdown with the Cons, it's my job as a representative of planet Earth to bear witness."

Dante raised an eyebrow. "You know it'd be easier if I just connected one of the monitors to show my feed, right?" he stated. Seeing as how Fowler wasn't going to back down, he sighed. "Fine. Your funeral."