Equestria Girls In Disguise: A Pirate's Life For Me

by FourShadow

Rating: everyone
Tags: Crossover, Sour Sweet, Alternate Universe, Shadowbolts (EqG), Romance, Drama, Original Character, Science Fiction, Other, Equestria Girls
Length: 37411

During a hunt for Decepticon fugitive, the Shadowbolt Team comes across Smallfoot's old flame who is after a Decepticon fugitive as well. But needless to say, Sour Sweet has some things to say to this old flame of her girlfriend...

Smallfoot and Sour are enjoying their new lives as lovers, and not a thing in the world could separate them. But their romance has to be put on hold when Cybertronian pirates and bounty hunters who are hunting for fugitives.

This shouldn't be a problem, but when one of the pirates is revealed as a Bot from Smallfoot's past, her insecurities start to stir up once again...

Overload belongs to Shadowmane PX-41.

Published 2017-05-26 20:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-08-31 19:40:57 UTC

A Band Of Pirates

Author's Note

Joining in on this quest is some more origin stories. Two origin stories in fact, and in our tale today we will be told how they came into the Past Awakens in the first place...

Contains: Fluffy romance, drama, cuteness, action, origins, giant robots, pirates, and tons of pirate references. Enjoy.

The likes are highly appreciated.

A Band Of Pirates

Space. An empty, cold, vacuum. Nothing except for planets, stars, and more planets and stars. Occasionally a few asteroids, and a few moons, but there were mostly planets and stars.

And far outside of the universe containing Earth, was the planet Cybertron which was slowly decaying into a lifeless shell. With the relentless war between the Autobots and the Decepticons, the planet was looking more like a metallic graveyard. There were a few glows of life coming from a few parts of some of the cities that were sticking out, but there wasn't much for them to be looking at.

And outside of Cybertron was a resting space ship just staying afloat in orbit of the atmosphere. No movement, no destination, just staying outside in the atmosphere, floating.

Inside the spaceship was another question. The hallways were darkly lit, with only a few lights shining. Walking down the hallway were a group of Cybertronians and Gobots. But these weren't like the warriors in battle. This group was unaligned. Not Decepticons, not Autobots, not Renegades, not Guardians. They were a group of pirates, working together, highly paid for whatever task was needed, and whatever was demanded of them.

Unlike most pirates, these pirates got along with each other very well, and very rarely were there fights among the ranks. And tonight, they were summoned to a particular room. Someone wanted to speak with this gang of pirates for a particular task.

The door opened, and the pirates walked inside. Standing at a control console in front of them was a tall Decepticon. He turned around and grinned when he saw the group enter in, and each one of them stood underneath the lights in the ceiling, exposing their true forms.

"Welcome fellow bounty hunters. My name is Contrail. I've summoned you all here for a task that I believe only you all can do for me," the Decepticon said. He turned his head to look at each individual figure that stood before him and sounded off their names.

"Scatterspike," Contrail began.

Standing under a light was a female Decepticon who was hunched back. She had purple eyes, quills sticking out her back, orange and gray metallic skin, and a few yellow glows of energy around her body.

"Your quills can affect your targets in both hilarious, and even deadly ways. And I've admired your success rates on your hunts on Quintessa," Contrail began.

The female just gave a smirk and nod.

"Overload."

The next figure was a black colored Decepticon, with a grille formed into his chest, along with a pair of headlights. He wore horns on his head, along with a big scar going across his face like a lion had clawed him. And sticking out his back were two car door-like wings with Decepticon markings on them both.

"The last remaining member of the Cybertronian Phalanxes. Your strategic attacks, your strong hammer, along with your brutal personality is another element I find necessary for you all to possess for my task."

The Decepticon smirked as well, giving a scary smile on his face with glowing eyes.

"Road Rage..."

A female Autobot stood under another light as she made herself visible. She had a blue head, with wings sticking out her back, curved sides with a black torso and white legs connected to red ankles. There were wheels pegged into her shoulders and her legs, and on her chest was a clawed out Autobot insignia.

"One of the swiftest, and the smartest Autobots I've seen in ages. Well, that is if you are one..."

Road Rage sneered, "I'm not with them anymore. There's nothing to fight for, and all we've got is a mess of Cybertron."

Contrail's eyes glowed for a brief second before returning back to its normal glow.

"You raise good points, my fair lady."

Road Rage just nodded and stayed silent as he continued to speak.

"And lastly... Roughedge, Forewing, and Shadelock."

Three more figures appeared from the shadows, all of them different from one another.

The first one was a black and red Autobot, with scratched out Autobot marks on the sides of his shoulders, a red visor over his optics, and wings sticking out his back.

The second was a hulking large figure, an Insecticon to be precise. He had a yellow visor, and a bug-like face, retaining a thorax and sharp fangs. He had talons for hands, mostly black covered armor with a few shades of minty green, and he was hunched back.

The last Decepticon was the leader of the bunch, the one leading all of the pirates. He had an observing eyepiece on his face, a scratched out Decepticon logo, black and blue colored skin, and a few glows of yellow energy on his body, signifying his life.

"So... why do you need all of us? We're pirates, bounty hunters, and we have no interest in fighting for war."

"I'm not asking you to battle for war, but merely, I have a job for you all to do. If you're up for it...", Contrail continued.

"Whattt...isss our job...." Forewing asked with a few hisses in between.

"I need you pirates to dismantle two Cybertronians for me... permanently. Unfortunately, they're both on Earth. Along with Optimus Prime and his team."

"A few Autobots shouldn't be a problem, should it?" Roughedge asked.

"Maybe... or maybe not. But I must warn you, he has many warriors on his side. Headmasters, Mini-cons, Combiner forces... and they even alligned themselves with the organics on that world. And one of them in particular was strong enough to take down Lord Megatron... One that everyone around here is calling... Sunset Shimmer."

The group of 6 widened their eyes.

"One organic... against Lord Megatron? He's impossible to take down. That guy's tougher to wrangle than any combinin' Constructicon," Scatterspike spoke.

"True... however, that organic isn't your target. Do not deviate from your course, unless you want them on your backs. Now, as for your mission..."

An image displayed of a giant space cruiser, hurling through space in front of the 6 pirates for them to see.

"The prison ship Alchemor crash-landed on Earth, containing several thousands of Decepticon fugitives. I'm asking you two to hunt and kill two individuals in particular."

Two new images displayed, revealing their mugshots. One was a purple Decepticon with some sharp torpedo missiles sticking out his arms, and a wheel sticking out his back, and the other was a red and white Decepticon with gigantic wheels. He didn't even have much of a body, he just had one wheel over his head and one wheel underneath, and in the middle of them was a head held in place, along with two hulking arms.

"Fracture and Demolisher. They betrayed me long ago, but they were taken in by the Elite Guard. And I want you 6 to exterminate them for me..."

Shadelock looked around at his fellow pirates, and gave a few nods to them, and they gave a few nods in return. They were on board with this idea. Just one simple hunt, and then its off the planet.

"When do we start?"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PuoeJ78nrF0

Happy Birthday Sour

Author's Note

More fluff, fluff, and fluff! :rainbowwild:

Happy Birthday Sour

Equestria Girls In Disguise: A Pirate's Life For Me

Sunday Night, 8:00

On the planet Earth, everyone was heading to their homes late at night. It was the end of a long and hardworking day, and it was time to call it quits for the night. And for all of the students who attended Crystal Prep, they were all off at their homes either working on their homework, eating dinner, or finishing their chores.

In one of the households, a group of friends were gathered over for a party. But not just any party. Tonight was Sour Sweet's 18th birthday, and all of her friends had gathered to her home for the occasion. Well, not all of her friends. A few of her CHS friends came by to her school offering her a happy birthday and occasionally left a few gifts, but that was as close as they could do to celebrate. But Sour was thankful netherless, she was just glad to have friends who came to see her on her birthday.

Sour Sweet sat on a couch in the living room with Lemon Zest, Indigo Zap, Sunny Flare, Sugarcoat, and her new girlfriend, Smallfoot. Ever since the two of them revealed their love for one another, they had been relatively close to one another, spending every second they could with each other. The two were together for roughly four months now, and they were enjoying every moment with one another.

However, Sour's father was out working tonight, so he celebrated Sour's birthday with her early in the day. As much as he didn't want to leave her on her birthday, he had to work on that day. But it was alright with Sour, this wasn't too big of a deal for her. Her father was a kind and loving person who never missed one of her special occasions, but she was willing to be flexible and let this night slip.

But tonight, it was just a slumber party/birthday party with her friends. All of them were in pajamas, and were lounging around. There were streamers and balloons hanging from the ceiling, one single banner that said 'Happy Birthday', and on the television, there was Sour Sweet's favorite cartoon, Mighty Morphers muted with closed captions, while the radio was playing some of her favorite old tunes.

Mr Sandman, bring me a dream
make her complexion like peaches and cream
give her two lips, like roses and clover
and tell her that her lonesome nights are over

Sandman, I'm so alone
Don't have nobody to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream

"Come on, come on, open it, open it!" Lemon said.

Sour chuckled, "Okay, okay, I'm opening it."

Sour pulled a tag on the ribbon and she ripped apart the wrapping paper, revealing the present that Lemon Zest had wrapped up for her. When she tore off the last piece of wrapping paper, it revealed a box in bright white box. And as she pulled the cover of the box off, it revealed a pair of red headphones resting in the box surrounded by protective foam.

"Oh, Lemon! I love it, where did you get these?"

"I've got a buddy who works at a music store. He said these were the best headphones around, and I thought you would want something to block out all noise when you're working."

"Thanks Lemon, I love it!" Sour smiled.

"Not a problem dude," Lemon Zest grinned, "Happy Birthday."

"Okay, so that just leaves Smallfoot's gift to be the last one," Sunny stated.

"Actually, I kind of got two things for her. But the other thing I want her to see for tomorrow," Smallfoot winked.

"Aw, come on, can't you just show me both?" Sour asked.

"Nope!" Smallfoot gave a wicked smile and wiggled her eyebrows.

"Come on, please!"

Smallfoot just shook her head with a smug grin.

"You're mean, you know that?" Sour pouted.

"I know, I'm evil. But... I do want you to open up this gift I got you," Smallfoot said, putting down a gift bag in front of her, with 6 individual packages wrapped up in wrapping paper.

"Ooh, what did you get me?" Sour asked.

"Open it, open it!"

"Okay," Sour chuckled.

Sour tore off the wrapping paper, revealing the present inside. The first gift out of the individual six wrapped gifts, was a package with a Mighty Morpher toy inside, still fresh in the packaging. And the figure inside the packaging had wheels on the ankles and the shoulders, with a grill on the chest.

"Y-You got me a Mighty Morpher toy... h-how did you know?" Sour gasped.

"I remember you told me these belonged to your favorite show. I figured why not get you some merchandise from it?"

Sour felt tears well up in her eyes, "B-But how? These would have to be expensive!"

"Actually, that's the other thing. That retro store we went to? The guy wanted to give these away since he wanted to sell other stuff and he couldn't make room. So he said I could pick up the rest of these whenever I wanted, all for you," Smallfoot smiled.

Sour gave a heartwarming smiled and she pulled Smallfoot in, holding her and giving her a passionate kiss on the lips. Smallfoot's eyes just closed and she wrapped her arms around Sour, holding her in a caring embrace. Every kiss from her girlfriend was nothing but sweet sweet heaven, and she cherished every moment she kissed her.

"Smallfoot, there are no words I can say how much I love this gift," Sour teared up.

"Then don't say anything. You're worth it," Smallfoot smiled, giving her a peck on the cheek.

"Ahem?"

The two froze for a second and blushed harshly, making them laugh.

"Aw, you two are so adorable," Lemon said with a silly grin.

"T-Thanks, Lemon," Sour blushed.

"Yeah, yeah. Come on, what do you say we light the candles on the cake?"

"Of course," Sour nodded.

Indigo grinned, "I'll go light the candles. Sugarcoat, can you give me a hand?"

"As long as you promise to not to set yourself on fire like last time, sure."

"That was one time!"

"You nearly burnt down my mother's kitchen," Sugarcoat huffed as the two wandered into the kitchen.

"It was just that one wall!"

Sour and Smallfoot just chuckled as the two walked away to go light the candles. Sour snuggled closer to her girlfriend, who happily held her in her arms, wrapping her arms around her waist and giving her a peck.

"So how would you say this birthday's turning out?"

Sour looked up to her partner and nuzzled her cheek, "You know, this is probably the best birthday I've ever had. All because I'm with my best friends... and you."

Smallfoot blushed, "R-Really?"

Sour nodded and she gave her girlfriend a kiss back. Smallfoot felt her cheeks set on fire, and her face turned red.

Sunny and Lemon just slightly giggled.

"S-Sorry... didn't mean to--"

"Dearie, you have nothing to be sorry about. I'm glad to see you finally happy, and I'm glad you two are making each other happy," Sunny replied.

Sour nodded, "Yeah... I haven't had this feeling in a long time. And you know what? I like it. It feels nice."

Lemon grinned, "You bet dude. Oh sweet, Indy and Sugar are bringin' the cake around."

Sour just smiled as Indigo came around with the candlelit cake, moving at a good pace to keep it from falling and with the utmost grace. Cake, presents, hanging with her friends, snuggling with her girlfriend, this was one awesome night.

As the night went on, everyone started yawning one by one, and so they decided it was time to call it quits for the night. Besides, they all had school in the morning.

So everyone went to their individual mattresses and sleeping bags for the night. The girls were taking up parts of the downstairs living room, while Smallfoot and Sour just slept up in her bedroom, both in their individual beds.

But as the night went on, Smallfoot kept on tossing and turning. She couldn't bring herself to sleep. She didn't feel alright sleeping in the bed she was in, and she wanted to snuggle in bed with her girlfriend. But she couldn't wake her up! What could she do? She kept tossing and turning side to side, she put a pillow in between her legs, she threw off the blanket, nothing.

She was about to adjust her side again until--

"Smallfoot?"

Smallfoot froze when she heard that sweet voice call to her.

"Um..."

"Smallfoot, are you okay?" Sour asked, yawning and rubbing her eyes.

"Oh, uh, hey Sour. Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

Sour's eyes winced as she tried to focus on her girlfriend.

"Can't sleep?"

Smallfoot looked back to her partner.

"No, no, I just--"

"Smallfoot."

Sour raised one eyebrow, trying to wake herself up. Smallfoot just sighed, disappointingly.

"I'm sorry baby. I can't sleep."

"Well, what's wrong?"

"I... I don't know. I guess I just...", Smallfoot sighed, "You promise you won't laugh?"

"Smallfoot, whatever's wrong, you can tell me. Nothing's too ridiculous for me," Sour said, as she sat down next to her partner.

"Well... I... kind of want to... snuggle in bed with you."

"W-What?" Sour yawned.

"I want to... snuggle in bed with you."

"Hmm?"

Smallfoot groaned, "I want to snuggle with you. There, I said it."

Sour just gave a weak smile while her eyes were trying not to fall asleep.

"Is that it? Why didn't you say anything before?"

"Well, I didn't want to make things awkward and... I wasn't sure how you would feel about that," Smallfoot whimpered.

Sour just smiled and kissed Smallfoot on the cheek, "Baby, its okay. Look, we've been dating for what, four months already?"

"Mmmhmmm."

"Smallfoot, its okay if you want to snuggle with me. In fact, I uh... would love it, if you could sleep with me."

Smallfoot's eyes went a little wide, "R-Really?"

Sour winked, "Nothing would help me sleep better knowing you were right beside me."

Smallfoot gave another smile and she kissed her girlfriend on her cheek. The two got up on their feet and Sour moved herself into her bed, and she patted a spot next to her. Smallfoot blushed and she moved herself into the bed with Sour, moving under the sheets right next to her. Smallfoot wrapped her arms around Sour's waist and she gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"I love you Sour. Sweet dreams."

Sour blushed and she moved her head so she could kiss her on the lips.

"I love you Big Rig. Goodnight."

Smallfoot smiled and she moved herself closer to Sour, holding her close. Smallfoot took a moment to just watch Sour go back to sleep. It was perhaps the most adorable thing that she had ever seen. She looked so at peace with herself. The sweet scent of her hair enraptured her senses. Sour Sweet looked like she was glowing, and she was beautiful. But then again, in Smallfoot's optics, Sour is always beautiful.

"I'll never let anyone hurt you. Goodnight, my beautiful sweetness."

Smallfoot relaxed, and eventually she let sleep take over her, and Sour's body provided all of the warmth she needed.

Back in space, leaving Cybertron's atmosphere was a giant spaceship. A warship to be precise. But not a regular warship, this warship looked like a hodgepodge of mismatching parts poor construction. There were various engine parts and metal plating scattered all along the ship, none of which looked consistently even with some of the odd colors here and there. There were a few guns mounted at strange positions on the ship, there were a few fins sticking out some of the sides; some of which were bent in weird ways, and many of the thrusters were positioned in a few bizarre places on the ship.

The main cabin where the crew controlled it was positioned far at the back of the ship, right above a landing strip that was paved on the top for flyers to come down and land or take off of. And inside the cabin were the six pirates/bounty hunters preparing for take off.

There were many control pads and seats scattered about in the main control room, almost as if more than six people were supposed to man the controls. And scattered about were the main pilots. Road Rage, Scatterspike, and Overload sat at the front of the ship, with their fingers tapping several flashing buttons and control pads. Behind them sitting in higher control seats were Forewing and Roughedge, who also clicked on several buttons preparing their take off. Right in the middle of them both, sitting behind was Shadelock who clicked on several more buttons.

"The engines are ready to take off. Overload?"

Overload hit his buttons on more keypads, "Activating hyperdrive, and primary thrusters."

"And how long should our little space trip take?"

"We'll arrive in roughly, 5 to 10 Earth hours."

"Good. Road Rage, commence the countdown."

Road Rage nodded and hit her fingers on the console.

"10, clearing atmosphere. 9, sealing hatches. 8, primary thrusters and engines active. 7, checking circuit boards... 6, preparation for hyperdrive. 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... BLAST OFF!"

The main thrusters on the back of the engines ignited, sending a shock wave to the main crew inside. All of them flew back in their seats and some of them were even tossed out of their chairs landing against the back walls as the ship took off.

Roughedge was the only one who held on to the controls. He pulled a lever forward, and the ship was sent hurling through space into hyperspace. Once they were shot out, the surrounding space outside of the cabin was showing nothing but bright blue as they were going faster than the speed of light, on their merry way to Earth.

Shadelock smirked as he stood back up on his feet from the fall.

"Next stop, planet Earth."

The Transformers will return after these messages...

Old Wounds

We now return to the Transformers...

The morning sun came to shine its light into Sour Sweet's bedroom, shining over the yellow-paled and freckled girl. The sound of her alarm clock woke her up, followed by the light from the sun flashed into her eyes, making her eyes wince.

"Awwwww... time to get up already?", Sour whined.

Looking behind her, she saw the open turquoise eyes of her partner, who gave her a heartwarming smile.

"Morning sweetness," Smallfoot smiled.

Sour smiled and kissed her neck, "Morning my big rig."

Smallfoot let Sour go so she could get out of the bed, and she stepped out as well. The two of them moved close and Smallfoot gave Sour a passionate kiss on the lips, wrapping her arms around her while Sour wrapped her arms around her neck.

"Did you sleep okay?" Smallfoot asked.

"Yep," Sour grinned.

After gazing into each other's eyes, Smallfoot let Sour to go tidy herself up and to get dressed. Today was a school day, and she needed to get herself ready. Plus, it would have been rude to be in her room while she was changing. She wasn't going to stare at her like that, that was rude.

She rushed downstairs and was met with the smell of fresh bacon and pancakes. The senses alone made her mouth water. Walking into the kitchen, she could see Lemon Zest making breakfast for them.

"Morning Lemon," Smallfoot said.

"Morning... Big Rig," Lemon joked, wiggling her eyebrows.

"You don't get to call me that. The only person who can call me that is my girlfriend, and no one else. You don't earn that right. Kay?"

Lemon giggled, "Okay, okay... Where is Sour anyway?"

"She's getting dressed. And I assume the rest of you have gotten dressed as well?"

"Sugarcoat's changing in the bathroom in your basement, Sunny Flare's in the bathroom on this floor, and Indigo's just sitting in the living room in her PJs finding a good TV show to start the morning."

Smallfoot nodded, "So I see... anyways, what do you got cookin?"

Lemon looked back to the stove, "Eggs, bacon, waffles, toast, pancakes, sausages, spam, spam, spam... eggs and spam, eggs bacon sausage and spam, spam, eggs, bacon, and spam... spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam and spam... and a rotisserie with a side of bacon and spam."

Smallfoot gave Lemon a deranged look, "You're cooking a rotisserie chicken at...", Smallfoot checked her watch on her wrist, "6:20 in the morning?"

"Yep!"

Smallfoot blinked, "Do you really have that much time to cook that? You guys have to be school around 8:00, do you really have that much time?"

Lemon Zest paused for a moment and looked at the clock that was on the stove. She then glanced to the instruction card that was laid out for the chicken. "Hmm... Yeah you're right, this was a waste of my time."

Lemon Zest grabbed the chicken that was on the plate, ready to get rid of it.

"Okay, just whatever you do, don't throw it out the window. I'm planning on spending my time in the backyard--"

Lemon didn't finish listening for she tossed the plate with the chicken to the trashcan, throwing it like a frisbee. But she failed to aim properly, and so the plate ended up going straight through the glass door that led to the backyard. Shards of glass shattered on the ground, and some of it shattered over to where Smallfoot and Lemon's feet were.

"... pulling shards of glass out of my bloody feet."

Lemon chuckled hesitantly and rubbed the back of her head.

"S-Sorry..."

"Don't be. It just means now Sour's going to be blamed, and her father's going to yell at her. As if she wasn't hiding enough information from her," Smallfoot groaned.

"No, don't. I'll pay for the damages, I'll give him a call to tell him I'm gonna pay for the glass door," Lemon protested.

Smallfoot just scrunched her face and rubbed the top of her eyebrows with her fingers.

"This is just perfect...", Smallfoot sneered.

Just around the corner came Sunny Flare and Sugarcoat who were all dressed and ready to leave.

"What was that?" Sunny asked.

"Lemon just broke Sour's window... with a rotisserie chicken."

Sugarcoat raised a brow, "She tossed it out the window, didn't she?"

"Yep."

"Thought so."

"And now I have to distract Sour so she won't see it. Lemon's just lucky I was going to show her something that she's going to be extremely focused on. But first thing's first... I got to get back into my real body..."

Smallfoot rushed out of the kitchen, leaving Sugarcoat and Sunny Flare standing while Lemon attempted to sweep the glass into a dustpan.

Sour Sweet finally came down the stairs in her regular clothes, attracted by the smells of her breakfast calling to her. She wanted waffles and bacon, and she wanted it now. Today, she wore something a bit more casual than the usual clothes she would wear. Most of the time nowadays, she would wear something fancy for her girlfriend even though Smallfoot liked Sour just the way she was, but that didn't mean she stood in the way of her decisions.

Today she wore blue short jeans, with pink tennis shoes, and a green tank top. Her hair stayed tied to the back of her head

"Sunny? Where's Smallfoot?" Sour asked.

"Oh she's waiting for you in the garage. She wanted to switch her body back to her Guardian form, and she's waiting for you."

"Oooh... okay," Sour excitedly said.

Sour opened the door and entered inside the messy garage. There were boxes lying around with a few scribbled labels all in marker, there were two bikes hanging from the ceiling, a washer and dryer on the right side of the door, and there were a few more boxes lying around. And right in the middle of the garage was Smallfoot back in her real body, but in vehicular form.

"Hey baby, you wanted to see me?"

"I wanted to show you your second birthday gift from me," Smallfoot said.

"Oooh! So... what is it?"

"First thing's first... can you please open the garage door? I can't exactly convert inside your house."

"Oh, of course!"

Sour moved over to the front of the garage and entered in a key code to open up the garage door. The door began to slide itself up, reaching to the top of the garage. In the driveway, was a strange object covered by a messy gray tarp.

"Smallfoot, what did you get me?", Sour said in a silly tone.

Smallfoot slowly pulled out of the garage, trying to pull onto the driveway. As soon as she had a far enough distance, she converted herself back into her mech form and stood before her.

"Okay. This was a little late... but I think its worth it. I know there are times when I can't help you go to place to place, so I whipped up a little something to help you go from town to town in the event that I'm not around."

Smallfoot gripped the tarp and ripped it off, revealing the hidden machine that it covered. The tarp revealed a red sparkling, shiny, old red vehicle which made Sour gasp. The fins that stood out from the back, the sleek red paint, the clean chrome that glittered in her eyes, the whitewall wheels that looked like delectable minty cookies, and the slender white top that covered the car. This car looked absolutely wonderful. But that wasn't all the car had. There were two headlights on each side of the vehicle, along with a strong grille in the middle, with a singular V shaped ornament in the middle of the grille. And just above the V ornament, there was a tiny metal tag on top with a singular word, reading as 'Sour'.

"Baby, this looks amazing... did you make this?"

Smallfoot nodded, "With a... little bit of help from Wheeljack. I wanted to bring you a vehicle that reminded you of some of your favorite things. I'm sorry it took so late but--"

"I love it...", Sour whispered.

"Y-You do?"

"I love it!" Sour cheered. She lept up to the mech, trying to give her a hug. Smallfoot just smiled and picked her up so she could give her a proper hug.

"Baby, I love it! I... I don't even know how to thank you," Sour said.

"Don't. You're worth it babe," Smallfoot smiled.

Sour's cheeks turned red as red velvet cake, making Smallfoot giggle.

"You're cute when you blush," Smallfoot said.

"Stop it," Sour jokingly said as she lightly punched her grille guard, "Ooh, ow. That's hard."

"But there's something else I want you to see with this. Something I made just in case you're around people who are being jerks... and Decepticons."

"What's that?" Sour asked.

Smallfoot looked to the right and pointed to the metallic chest that was sitting on the ground. And on that chest were two handles for Sour's hands to grip.

"Grip the handles, and and stretch them out. Stretch your arms out."

"Um... what?" Sour asked.

"Just trust me, it's okay."

Sour looked back to the metal chest on the ground and slowly walked towards it. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea. After all, this was something her girlfriend had made for her, surely it would be alright.

She crouched down to look at the strange box which was starting to look more machine as she walked towards it. There was some glowing neon colors on some of the sides, and the entire mold was shiny just like the car.

She gulped and gripped the handles that were sticking out the sides of the box. Doing what her girlfriend suggested, she pulled hard, and the machine began to activate. She stood still and watched as it began to change its shape. It threw itself onto Sour, and began wrapping itself around her.

"Uh... Smallfoot? What did you have me do?"

"Hang on...", Smallfoot said.

As Sour looked around her body, she did start to notice a new change. The machine was starting to wrap itself around her, but it wasn't crushing her. It looked like it was forming armor. The arms were looking bigger and blocky, big metallic gloves applied onto her hands, and metal armor began to coat her legs.

The machine's armor kept on wrapping itself around her, until finally a helmet began to transform itself onto Sour's head, covering her entire face and skull. Inside the helmet, she could see energy gauges, radar screens, energy readings, and a map of where she was.

"Whoa... this is so cool...", Sour said inside the helmet.

She turned herself around, and she stared up at Smallfoot who was standing outside. The screen inside her helmet scanned her girlfriend with a blue highlight, and it read her name inside her helmet.

"How did you make this babe?"

"Wheeljack's help. I thought maybe you would like something to use as an extra measure of protection in the event that I'm unable to help you. And it comes with a special feature... See the little red button that's right on the side of your finger?"

Sour looked at her hand where her main finger was and saw a red button positioned near it. She hit her thumb on the control and her suit began to change shape. The metal began to unfold her arms and it began to grow bigger and bigger. The suit wasn't isolating her body, but instead it was starting to change its shape. The outside looked like it was beginning to look like a head, as a pair of horns emerged, a purple visor folded out along with a pink mask. But the inside was another story.

Inside, Sour could see everything unfold to look like an small control center. A chair began to extend out, and she sat down in it. Joysticks, keyboards, and more buttons that were glowing.

"Whoa... Smallfoot this is incredible...", Sour gasped.

Sour soon shook around in her chair as she felt the head unit began to swoop up into the air, carrying her as she sat in the chair. She watched through the screen as she flew up, until the head turned itself around and dropped down, slamming onto something.

She hit a few controls, and she noticed something. She was a little high off the ground, but not only that, she looked like she was part of a mech body. An image on the screen displayed the design of her suit which looked very much like a regular Transformer. The grille had formed the chest, while the car doors hung on her back. The back taillights and tailgate formed the feet, and wheels were hanging onto her shoulders. Sour Sweet was in possession of a suit that she could operate on her own, so now she could go into battle and fight against the Decepticons.

She was about to speak until she heard a voice speak inside. A voice that sounded just like her girlfriend.

Headmaster Unit #8; Connected. Welcome, Sour Sweet.

Sour's hands cupped her mouth as she held back a scream of delight. This thing was made just for her!

"How did you get your voice to work in the controls?" Sour asked.

"I wanted to give you a little reminder that I was always with you, even when I'm not around," Smallfoot said.

On the outside, Smallfoot watched as Sour slowly began to work the controls. Including the head which looked towards her.

"Baby, this is amazing... I love it!"

"Thanks, Sour. Now, I know the controls are going to be a little difficult at first, but I had Wheeljack design them so--"

Smallfoot didn't finish for at that moment, Sour's suit wrapped her arms around Smallfoot and lifted her up in a big hug and swung her around in a circle.

"I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it!" Sour cheered like a little girl.

The mech put Smallfoot down, and it stood still for a moment. Before Smallfoot could say anything, the mech's head unit flew out from its socket, and the body changed its shape back into the vehicle it had disguised in.

Sour's helmet folded itself off to reveal that sweet face and she lept up at Smallfoot to hug her. Smallfoot smiled and she raised her up so she could hug her in a better place, so she could smell the sweet scent of cherries from her hair. Smallfoot listened close and she could hear Sour relaxing as she hugged her.

"Thank you...", was all that Sour whispered.

Smallfoot just giggled and nuzzled her cheek.

"Happy birthday, my beautiful sweetness."

Meanwhile, back out in space, the pirate ship nicknamed the Verano was still traveling towards Earth through hyperspace. It hadn't even made it to the destination yet, so it meant the crew had plenty of time to kill.

Everyone sat in their stationed chairs in the main bridge as their vessel continued to move on its course. But they were quickly starting to get bored. Road Rage kept spinning around in her chair, Overload plucked little strands of dirt and other substances off of his hammer, and Scatterspike was rubbing her back with one of the quills she plucked. She had found a spot on her that was itching her like crazy, and she wanted it to go away.

Shadelock scratched his chin for a moment thinking. What could they do while still traveling?

"Hey, how about we take a look at who's down on Earth. Roughedge, you did hack the Cybertron Elite Guard database to see who's down on Earth with Optimus Prime right?"

"And the prisoner manifest containing the list of names of every prisoner that was on board the Alchemor," Roughedge replied.

Road Rage shared a look with Scatterspike and Overload, giving shrugs to one another. They had nothing else to do, maybe it wouldn't hurt to see what they had to keep their eyes out for.

The three gathered around Shadelock's chair, along with Roughedge and Forewing as they all moved close to see the screen.

"Okay, lets see what Autobots we need to look out for," Shadelock replied.

He hit his fingers on the control and started hitting a button constantly, swifting through the various warriors profiles that appeared on the screen.

"So we know Optimus Prime is leading the team on Earth, and he's accompanied by some of the lifeforms on that planet. They call them humans. We need to avoid contact with them, and we can't be spotted."

"But who is on board with Optimus's team? Currently, I mean?"

"Well...", Roughedge said as he moved his hands to type on the computer, "Gathering information from when they first set out in space, along with the recent news of a bunch of Autobot warriors leaving Cybertron to go to Optimus Prime's team... They have an army, essentially. This is no small team. With the Autobots they've got, its safe to say they'll easily annihilate us all if they see us. Especially you Overload, Shadelock."

The two exchanged nods to each other.

"So basically...", Shadelock tried squeezing past the scrunched space, "Basically we avoid them at all costs, just keep our focus on the task at hand."

"So who's on board?", Scatterspike asked.

"Well, lets take a look. Just warning you all, the manifest listed them all in alphabetical order. Lets see...", Shadelock typed on the screen. Once everyone confirmed they were ready, Shadelock began to go through the list.

"We've got to keep our eyes out for Ace, Air Raid, Arcee, Baron Von Joy, Beachcomber, Bent Wing, Blades, Blaster, Bluestreak, Blurr, Bolt, Brawn, Bullseye, Bumblebee..."

Shadelock kept on hitting a single button, and the group watched as the pictures kept sliding through the various Autobots that had joined the crew. All of them could barely comprehend the fact that so many warriors had joined Optimus's crew in the first place.

"...Hans-Cuff, Heatseeker, Highbrow, Hotspot, Hound, Huffer, Ironhide, Jazz, Knockout..."

Road Rage scrunched the top of her helmet and stared at the list with wide eyes. How could there be so many warriors? How could Optimus even get all of these people onto one spaceship? Where did even find half of these bots?

"... Sandstorm, Searchlight, Scratch, Sideswipe, Silverbolt, Skydive, Slag, Slingshot, Sludge, Smallfoot, Smokescreen, Snarl--"

"Wait... go back," Road Rage interrupted.

"What?"

"Go back to the last one," Road Rage asked.

"Okay..."

Shadelock moved the slide back to the last screen, revealing Smallfoot's profile picture. The profile showed her full body moving in a 360 style, along with some text on the right reading her strengths and abilities, and a few separate pictures of just headshots. Road Rage just gasped when she realized who the Bot was that she was facing.

"No..."

The others turned to look at the fembot with concern.

"Everything... okay?" Forewing hissed.

"Um..."

"Road Rage, are you alright?"

Road Rage had no expression left on her face except for distress. Without saying a word, she just left the main bridge, leaving the crew behind to stare in confusion.

"... Did we say somethin' to offend her again?" Scatterspike asked.

"I don't believe we did," Roughedge replied.

Road Rage had ran off into her sleeping quarters with her metallic body was shaking. Her fists were clenched tightly, she grit her teeth together, and she breathed heavily. She was trying her hardest not to scream at the top of her lungs, to let the others know about how she felt.

Instead, she slided her back against the wall, and fell down, landing on her behind. She scrunched her face with her pale fingers and rubbed the top of her left eyebrow with her other fingers.

"Just... perfect...", Road Rage groaned.

She banged her head against the back of the metallic cover that stuck out her back that split her wings. She rested her head back for a brief second when she heard a knock on her door.

"Road Rage? May I come in?"

"Uh, sure come on in."

The door slided open, bringing light into the dark room. The mech that entered in was the same scarred Decepticon with glowing blue neon in some of his limbs.

"Road Rage, is everything okay?", Overload asked.

Road Rage shook her head slowly, but she didn't look back to the Decepticon. Overload just sat down and leaned against the wall, right next to Road Rage. He looked to her face and noticed she was biting her lip.

"Did we say something to offend you?"

She shook her head and she buried her head in her arms. Overload just frowned and patted her wing.

"Well, what's wrong?"

Road Rage sighed and raised her head back up. From the corner of her eye, a little bit of golden liquid was seen forming near the side. Overload just moved a finger and wiped the golden tear.

"That girl... Smallfoot. I know her...", Road Rage sighed heavily.

"You want me to slaughter her?"

"No!", Road Rage exclaimed, "Ahem, I mean, no. Please don't slaughter her."

"Well, what did she do?"

"Its not what she did... its what I did."

Overload raised a brow, "Huh?"

Road Rage sighed, "Look, um... there are some things that I never told you, or Scatterspike, or any of you guys on this ship. I sort of had a... well... um... relationship."

"Oh, well who was the guy?" Overload asked.

Road Rage didn't reply, but instead she looked away in shame. Overload immediately caught on.

"Oh! Or girl, I'm not judging you. You know I'm not going to judge you, right?"

"Are you sure?"

Overload cupped the side of Road Rage's face, moving her so she could look to Overload. He moved his hand away and patted her shoulder with a friendly smile.

"I promise I won't judge you. Just tell me what happened."

Road Rage took a deep breath to calm herself, gathering all of her thoughts together so she could speak. When she finally calmed down, she worked up the courage to tell Overload the truth. She explained what she knew, what she knew about Smallfoot, and retold everything that she had been through in the past. But in between her explanations, she kept trying to hold back tears that welled up in her eyes just from how much pain she felt within her heart, and her mind.

Overload was nothing but shocked when he listened to what she had said.

"Wow... Road Rage, I am so sorry to hear that. I didn't know that's what happened between you two...", Overload said.

Road Rage sniffled, "Its okay. You didn't know. But... all I know is, I can't face her again... if I do, its just gonna remind me of what happened not too long ago..."

Overload patted her wing, "Well maybe we can avoid her. Since we're in possession of a wide array of gadgets and equipment, this mission should be easy. We just avoid Optimus and the Autobots... including the organics, and we'll be okay."

"But the organics are sided with them, we can't exactly hide among them. Especially since we bare those...", Road Rage pointed to the visible Decepticon marks that were on Overload's door wings.

"We can blend... but maybe you don't need to."

"Huh?"

"Your Autobot logo may be clawed out, but it's visible for all of us to see. If the organics don't suspect a thing, you can walk around them without any issue... that is if they're aware of the Autobots."

"I rather not stoop down to exposing myself," Road Rage snapped.

"Its just something to think about, that's all I'm saying," Overload protested.

"I'll think about it. But... until we get off this planet, I don't want to see her and I would like to ask that you Bots... and Cons to please not bring her up whenever we talk? Please?"

Overload just smiled, "I promise. And I also promise I won't go and attack her."

Road Rage had a hopeful smile in her eyes, "T-Thank you..."

Overload nodded and patted her shoulder, "So... I think I'm gonna go do some combat training. You want to join me? I know a new course we could try."

Road Rage thought for a moment and gave a smile.

"I would like that."

The two mechs slowly rose up and got back on their feet, stretching their legs and arms. Overload opened the door, and allowed Road Rage to leave first. The two bots exited the room and began to wander the darkly lit, poorly constructed, and barely put together cruiser to go down to the combat training center.

"I'm going to say this though, I find it insane that Optimus Prime has that many warriors on Earth. It sounds like he's taken up half of the Autobots," Overload said.

"Trust me Overload, with the Bots I've seen, there are far more that you don't even know."

"Like who? Give me one name that isn't with Optimus's crew."

Road Rage paused for a moment, "Well... he doesn't have me."

Overload laughed, "But you're not an Autobot."

"Okay, okay... he doesn't have Springer, that's one right there. Oh, he doesn't have Perceptor either! Nor Tork, Tri-Trak, Twistor, Throttle, Apollo, Ultra Magnus, Rodimus Prime, Sentinel Prime, Defendor... Ooh, forgot Cloudrakker and Fastlane! There was also Kup, Jetfire, Drift, Roadbuster, Topspin, Leadfoot, Bulkhead, Omega Supreme, Sky High, Quickswitch, Gunrunner, Kick Off, Crosshairs, Sureshot, Pointblank, Chromedome, Hardhead, Brainstorm..."

The Transformers will return after these messages...

Author's Note

Some more fluff for a bit. And as for why I didn't explain with what happened near the end there, I'm saving it for much later. Better to find out later than now.

As always, I hope you enjoyed it, and have a wonderful day!

Arrival To Earth

Author's Note

I'll admit this is... rushed, to say the least. But I wanted to leave something behind for you guys to enjoy. Anyways, see you all real soon!

Arrival To Earth

We now return to the Transformers...

While the Autobots were out running patrols, Energon runs, continuing to see if there were people in need, and if Decepticons were around, the Crystal Prep girls were attending school as part of their daily schedule. And because Principal Cinch was no longer running the school, it meant that Dean Cadence was now taking over. And as another plus, most of the old rules had been dropped, along with the uniform code, so now everyone was attending school with clothing that made them feel more at home. And every day at Crystal Prep now, they were feeling more at home than ever before.

"Hey girls," Lemon Zest said taking a seat a lunch table with a tray full of food.

The rest of the girls sat down with their trays of food, and with more than happy faces.

"How did music class go?" Sunny asked.

"It was awesome! I can now master the art, of rockin on a guitar!", Lemon stepped up on the seat and made guitar playing gestures with her fingers.

"Very lovely Lemon," Sunny replied, "What about you Sugarcoat? Any successes in science? Did you ace that test?"

"As a matter of fact, yes I did. I received an A+."

"As per usual?" Indigo asked.

"Yes."

"I thought so. You're like the smartest girl in this entire school."

"Compared to Twilight, she has a higher I.Q than me," Sugarcoat stated, "Except for the fact she's a lousy scientist."

"Sugarcoat, surely that can't be true," Sunny replied.

"Remember what we did to her at the Friendship Games? The magic that was contained in that pendent that she specifically said she had no idea how to operate? And then suddenly she's opening it like she's releasing a swarm of bees?"

The girls blinked and paused.

"Yeah, you're right that was pretty stupid... but that was only because we were pressuring her, that's what made her do it!" Indigo said.

"Well you're going to be interested in this part. Before any of us even got our new Autobot friends, and before Sour even started a relationship with a cyborg," Sugarcoat continued, "Twilight wasn't being careful with the... what's that name of the cube with the Arabic symbols on it?"

"The Allspark, and there was no Arabic symbols," Sunny sarcastically said.

"Anyways... the point is, she her friends apparently thought it was a good idea to touch it, and that turned them all into Cybertronians for a few weeks."

Indigo blinked, "Well now that's just dumb."

"Exactly my point. But... that's all in the past now."

"Is there a point in what you're saying dude?" Lemon asked.

"The point is, high IQ, terrible scientist."

"Why didn't you just say that?" Sour asked.

Sugarcoat shrugged.

Sour Sweet just rolled her eyes, "How did drama class go Sunny? Any new plays you all are going to put on?"

"Actually yes. The teacher said that sometime near the end of the year we're going to put on a performance of Plant Of Terror! And I am very excited for it," Sunny grinned.

"I'm glad to hear that. I'll be sure to see the show," Sour smiled.

Sour felt her phone buzz and vibrate in her pocket.

"Oh, excuse me for a second?"

Sour pulled her phone out and read the text that had been sent to her.

Sour. Just letting you know, I'm going out to go search for a Decepticon fugitive. I'll be back sometime this afternoon to join you to the car show. Have a great day my sweetness, I love you.

The text also came with a picture of Smallfoot blowing a kiss to the camera, making Sour smile.

Lemon chuckled, "The big rig sent you a text?", Lemon wiggled her eyebrows.

Sour scowled, "Never. Call my girlfriend... Big Rig. I'm the only one who can call her that, okay?"

"Okay, okay, sheesh, take a chill pill," Lemon protested.

"But... yes she sent me a text saying she loves me, and she's planning on meeting us over at the car show this afternoon," Sour replied with a smile.

"Sweet!" Indigo replied. "I can't wait to see all of those fancy rides..."

"Just don't drool all over them like you did last time," Sugarcoat said.

Indigo scowled, "I wasn't drooling over any of them."

"Tune Wrench got mad at you because your saliva spilled on the seats of his hot rod," Lemon said.

"I wasn't drooling, can we please stop!?" Indigo protested, "Sheesh!"

Sour rolled her eyes, "Yeah, yeah, yeah... anyways, I hope she likes the place. There's all sorts of old cars around, I think she may like them."

"She's into old machines like you too, huh?" Lemon asked.

"Yeah, yeah, we're old, I know," Sour said.

"I wasn't saying that. I was just asking," Lemon said.

"Oh. Well, yeah, we kind of like older stuff, you know. 80s, 70s, you know."

"I know you two are retro. And that's awesome," Lemon grinned.

Sour smiled, "Thanks."

The group was quiet as they took a few moments to eat some of their food. No one said a word, but instead they just stayed in the void of awkward silence. Until Sugarcoat spoke up.

"How the flying feather are you two together?"

Sour just shrugged.

"Chemistry maybe?" Lemon asked.

"You know," Indigo rubbed the top of her head with her fingers, "At this point I don't think its worth trying to question. Nothing's going to split those two apart and they're happy the way they are."

"At least they're happy together. Hopefully nothing will split them apart," Sunny said as she took another sip of her drink.

The pirate cruiser navigated its way through space, traveling through hyperspace, with only a few miles left to arrive to Earth. Nothing stood in the ship's path, and they were finally arriving.

"Alright everyone. We've arrived at Earth. Now since we have two fugitives to capture, we're splitting up into two groups. Overload, Scatterspike, and Road Rage; you're going to go to the continent this world calls... The United States of A.....Amare... America."

Road Rage and Overload gave confused glances but eventually just shrugged.

"While you three hunt down the signal there, Roughedge, Forewing and I go to the location this world calls... Shanghai, China. Contact us if you should ever need help. Now split into the shuttles."

Both groups with their members began a run through the hallways, all moving on their way downwards to the shuttles they were assigned to. Unfortunately there was one problem ahead of them...

"Ugh! Forewing, move your mandibles!" Roughedge shouted.

"I cannot remove a part that is attacccheed... to my facccceeee....", Forewing hissed as his face was pressed against the chest of Roughedge.

"Oof, ow! Scatterspike, your nails are digging into my behind!" Road Rage groaned.

"That's not my nails," Scatterspike said, her voice muffled into the floor.

"Then who is it!?" Road Rage said as her face was smushed against the console.

"That would be my wing...", Overload cringed, "Sorry..."

Road Rage groaned some more as she tried to move her body.

"Lets make this straight... from now on, we just go down one by one!" Shadelock yelled.

"Agreed!" Everyone yelled.

Road Rage, Overload, and Scatterspike had finally made it over to the shuttle they were ordered to board, but all of them were hurt and not very happy. Each one of them had a permanent scowl on their faces, and their skins were scratched up.

"Next time... lets just wait for Shadelock and the others to ride down the elevator first."

"I think we clarified that earlier Overload," Scatterspike said launching a spit into an empty can on her left.

"Can we just go already? I think we've wasted enough time being stuck in that elevator. How did we even get out?" Road Rage asked, "I blacked out half of the time."

"That part was my fault. One of my quills got lodged into your, uh... well, lets just say I accidentally shot you and you blacked out for a bit."

Road Rage blinked still scowling, "Well that would explain the pain in my behind... now can we please go for 4 hours without someone hurting me?"

"Yes, now lets go!"

Overload's fingers tapped against the control modules and the shuttle began to take off. The engines let out a burst of flame, and it flew from the large hangar that was at the bottom of the pirate cruiser, and it descended towards Earth's atmosphere. It sped up faster and the ship began to move at a faster speed as it was hurling through space going straight down towards the planet.

The inside of the ship however was shaking and rattling hard, making lots of loud noises as they were heading straight down to the surface.

"Okay, once we land, we're gonna start searching for Fracture immediately. We cannot waste any time, and I really don't want to run any Autobots...", Road Rage gulped, "Or Optimus Prime."

Scatterspike turned her head and raised a brow.

"Let me get this straight, you're not afraid of half of the Decepticons in Megatron's army, yet you're afraid of Optimus Prime?"

"That seems a little questionable, don't you think?"

Road Rage glared, "He kicked Megatron's tailpipe thousands of times and he's strong enough to kick our skidplates, okay?"

Scatterspike rolled her eyes and continued to stare forward as the ship continued its course down to Earth, hurling through more and more atmospheres.

"Lets just hope we don't have any issues with them on Earth...", Overload groaned.

The shuttle landed safely on down to Earth without any problems or malfunctions. And with the cloaking mechanism on, the ship was covered in something that no one would be able to figure out.

"Perfect. So lets go hunting!" Scatterspike called.

Scatterspike led the charge, and following behind was Overload and Road Rage. Their feet clanked and made loud noises as they all ran on the ground, but luckily for them they were isolated out into a small forest where they weren't going to be spotted. It was just a matter of being able to walk around society without being spotted.

Eventually their running came to a halt when they leapt over a fence and found themselves landing in a tight space that was no longer covered in forest. There were two walls isolating them together that were made of cobblestone and brick, there were a few puddles on the ground formed by a few gutter pipes that were leading down to the ground,

"What in tarnation? Where are we?" Scatterspike asked.

Road Rage moved forward and used a hand to gesture them to stay close behind her. The two slowly walked behind her, but they kept their backs against the walls, not wanting to be spotted. Poking her head out from the wall, she looked at the surroundings around her. She could see a few cars were driving out on a street, there were a few civilians walking on the sidewalks, and there were two policemen standing by their car.

The fembot blinked for a moment and then pulled herself back to look to her partners.

"Okay... so there are organics wandering around the streets. I'm not sure how we can walk around without drawing attention to ourselves. Does anyone have any--"

"Officer Strongarm!"

Road Rage froze. She slowly turned her body around and looked to the parked cars, and her eyes bulged when she saw what was in front of her. An Autobot, was standing out in the open, and she was talking to the two uniformed officers.

"Yes Captain Sparrow?", Strongarm asked.

"There's a car show starting in roughly half an hour, and we could use some guards on duty in the case that someone tries to steal any of the cars there. Care to volunteer for the job?"

"I'd be glad to help sir! Where is the show?"

"Just take a few turns, and you'll find yourself going over to the Canterlot Mall. There's a big open space in the parking lot set up for the car show, you can't miss it."

"Thank you Captain. I'll see you two there," Strongarm said.

She transformed into her police truck mode, and she pulled out onto the street and drove on by past the green light. Overload smirked as he saw her drive on by.

"Autobots...", Overload sneered.

"Wait, look!" Scatterspike spoke up.

The group watched carefully as they saw a yellow old bug car park up onto the sidewalk. Stepping from the car was a girl with curly pink hair and yellow skin, wearing a white tank top and a green skirt with butterflies on them. The moment she stepped out from the car, the car transformed itself to reveal an Autobot as well. A small one too.

Road Rage blinked, "Bumblebee..."

"Optimus Prime's top scout," Overload said, "Want me to slag him?"

"Is everything about killin' with you? We can't just go killin' him out in the open, everyone's going to be houndin us fer days!"

Overload sighed, "You're right. That wouldn't be wise of us to stray from our path."

"Shh! I'm trying to listen in on them!"

Road Rage listened with an open audio receptor, and she listened carefully to the conversation going on between them.

"Afternoon Bumblebee, Fluttershy."

"Afternoon Officer," Fluttershy said.

"Afternoon officer," Bumblebee replied.

"You two planning on going to see the car show later today?"

"We can't. Homework to do, animals to take care of, you know," Bumblebee replied.

"Understood. Just remember to have fun you know? You don't need to take everything seriously," the officer said.

"Right," Bumblebee said, "I'll just wait out here for you. I'll see you when you get out."

Fluttershy smiled, "Okay. This shouldn't be too long, I'll be out soon."

Bumblebee smiled back and he transformed his shape back into his car mode in the parking spot, while Fluttershy stepped into the coffee shop that was across from Bumblebee.

Overload scratched his chin, "Hmmm... so it would seems as if the Autobots can walk around freely without being harassed or called out upon."

"Okay, but what does that have to do with anything?"

"I think we can use this to our advantage..."

Scatterspike and Overload shared a glance before their faces exchanged smirks, and then they turned to stare at Road Rage with their mischeivous grins.

Road Rage glared, "No. I'm not doing it."

"Come on, this may be our only chance of blending in," Scatterspike said.

"I don't care, they're going to know something's wrong when an Autobot is walking around with a clawed out insignia is wandering around without any calls or signals, and she has two Decepticons walking right behind her."

Scatterspike smirked, "That's not gonna be a problem. Lucky for you, I thought ahead and brought us some supplies to help us in this situation."

She reached behind the platings of her back, and a secret compartment opened up. She reached with her claws and pulled out a few handheld cans which she shaked rapidly.

"These can cover up our marks so we can wander around," Scatterspike replied, "Overload, swing your wings towards me, I've got to cover up your marks."

Road Rage groaned and scrunched her face, "You two are idiots. This isn't going to work...."

5 Minutes Later

Road Rage hesitantly stepped out from the alleyway, onto the sidewalk. Her entire body was now visible to everyone and everything. She took a deep breath, and exhaled as she carefully walked on the crosswalk going to the officers across the street.

This is the most stupid plan I've ever done.

"Um... excuse me, officer?" Road Rage asked.

The two policemen turned around and were taken aback by the new forms in front of them.

"Hello ma'am. You're with the Autobots, aren't you?"

Road Rage gulped, "Yes sir. I am."

"Then why is your symbol scratched out?"

"Oh, I destroyed the tracking mechanism. I was being chased by Decepticons and well, you know... I wanted to avoid detection, and this was the best I could do."

"I see... And how come we haven't seen you before?"

"Oh, I'm a newbie, just got here a few weeks ago. And uh, I'm with two others as well."

Right behind her, Scatterspike and Overload made themselves appear in plain sight. And the doors on Overload were colored dark black, hiding the Decepticon marks he wore. And on Scatterspike's hunch was spray painted orange hiding her mark as well.

"Howdy officer," Scatterspike said.

"Afternoon sir," Overload replied.

The two police officers stared at them for a few moments and then to each other, and then looked back to the trio.

"So... if you all are new, why are you out here?"

"Oh, we're just hanging out and, we were wondering, where exactly is the um... car show?"

The officer looked to the fembot for a second and eventually came to a smile.

"Just take a few turns, and you'll find yourself going over to the Canterlot Mall. There's a big open space in the parking lot set up for the car show, you can't miss it. Just follow the signs and you'll be fine."

Road Rage smiled, "Okay, thank you officer. Scatterspike, Overload, come on."

Road Rage moved onto the street and transformed into her Cybertronian car form, and the officers stared at her while her vehicle form appeared to be hovering above thin air. No actual vehicle mode. And right behind her was Scatterspike who converted into an armored car with big wheels, and Overload who also hovered above the ground in his alternate mode.

Once the light turned green, the three of them drove forward and exited out of the empty street on their way to the car show. But what they didn't see was that the yellow car was watching them the entire time.

Oh great. This is just perfect. Wait... Smallfoot and Sour Sweet said they were going to be there. And so were the rest of the girls... maybe they can intercept those three in time...

The radio system began to turn on inside of the car, and a phone number began to dial.

"Sour Sweet, pick up! Come on!"

No pickup, just a dial tone.

"Okay... Lemon Zest, pick up! Pick up Lemon!"

Once again, another dial tone.

"Well this is going to be hopeless. Sugarcoat, pick up! Pick up! You always answer the phone! Not answering it would be rude just like you always say! Just pick up already!"

The Transformers will return after these messages...

Car Show

We now return to the Transformers...

The five Crystal Prep girls had finally made it off from school, and they were all walking together all the way to the car show which was all the way over near the mall. Luckily the weather was incredibly nice out so they could just walk around without being pelted by bad weather. And before any of them left to go on their walk to the car show, they took a short stop to collect some drinks over at a cafe to take with.

Lemon slurped her lemonade through a straw very loudly while she bobbed her head to the beats on her headset.

"How is she able to drink all of that lemonade?" Sunny asked, "That's a large cup!"

"Just give her 20 minutes, then you'll get an answer," Sugarcoat replied.

Lemon sipped her drink some more and gulped, "Ahh... that's the stuff... what we were talking about?"

"Nothing of importance dearie," Sunny replied as she took another sip from her cup.

"Okay, lets just keep on rolling," Indigo said as she led the group away.

Sour smiled as she walked with her friends, sipping away at her hot chocolate. Sunny looked back and a smile escaped her face as she looked to her happy friend.

"Someone's happy aren't they?"

Sour giggled, "Yeah... I'm just happy to see Smallfoot after school. She always makes me smile."

Sunny grinned, "I'm glad to hear that dearie. And I'm glad you two are together. You two are quite the... what's the term? Smitten kittens?"

Sour's cheeks heated up, making Sunny giggle.

"I've never seen Sour blush so hard!" Indigo teased.

Sour just twirled her hair, "Y-Yeah..."

But as the girls kept walking, Sugarcoat stopped when she felt her phone vibrate.

"Oh, wait a second...", Sugarcoat pulled her phone up and she read the name of who was calling her, "Its Bumblebee."

"Bumblebee?" Sour asked.

"Why would the buzzing Bee be calling you?" Lemon asked.

"I don't know. Hang on, I'll put him on speaker."

Sugarcoat swiped her finger on the phone, answering the call.

"Bumblebee, why are you calling me? Also you're on speakerphone."

"Are the rest of the girls there with you?"

"Yeah... why?" Indigo asked.

"Listen. There are three Bots coming their way to the car show and I don't think they're Autobots. I don't know who they are, but something seems suspicious about them."

"Okay, why would they be suspicious?" Sour asked.

"Because one of them has an Autobot logo that's clawed out, and the others don't seem to have marks. I'm willing to bet they're Decepticons. Just keep your eyes open and if you need help, call us."

"We hear ya Bee!" Lemon called out.

The phone hung up, and the girls looked to each other with concern.

"Okay...so... we know there are three unidentified Cybertronians on their way to the car show. The best we can do is to stay calm, and keep on going. Lets just go to the car show and find out who they are."

"But what if they're Decepticons?" Sugarcoat asked.

"We can turn on the silent alarm. This will get the Autobots coming our direction. But come on, lets just keep going."

The girls all grunted in agreement and they progressed their walking to the car show. They had to keep moving.

After 10 minutes of walking, the girls had finally arrived over to the Canterlot Mall's parking lot where all of the cars were displayed for the show. Each of them were gleaming and glimmering in the sun as their chrome sparkled and their paint shined.

"Ooh! Shiny!" Lemon grinned.

"Just don't go drooling over anything like Indigo here," Sugarcoat said.

"I only drooled one time!"

"And you just confirmed what I said," Sugarcoat responded.

Sour rolled her eyes, "Come on. Lets just take a look. And keep your trackers on you or our job just becomes 10 times harder than it already is!"

The group gave their nods and they split up into different directions, all going around the car show. So many beautiful and even sexy looking cars were out on display for them to gawk at. The sights were too attractive for them to stare at.

With Lemon Zest and Indigo Zap, the two of them walked together as they were ogling at some sports cars that were displayed in the parking lots.

"Ooh, these cars are so awesome!" Lemon grinned.

"I know right?"

Lemon Zest turned her head to the right and her eyes widened and a big smile came on her face to see the sports car on her right. The color was all in red, with a big engine sticking from the hood, tailpipes jotting out from the left and right near the front, and big tires arching the car forward in the back.

"Nice...", Lemon grinned.

"That's an awesome car," Indigo replied.

But their car-gawking stopped when they felt large pounds on the ground, coming right behind them. The pounding sounded like larger footsteps, and they were getting closer and closer behind them.

The two slowly turned around and were towered over by a shadow. When they got a look at the figure, they were staring at mostly dark color with a few blue glowing neon glows on his body, along with glaring red eyes.

"Greetings my little ones... Who might you be?"

Lemon blinked for a second.

"This dude sounds like a demon and that is awesome!", Lemon whispered, "And I think he might be a Decepticon."

"How do you know that?" Indigo asked.

Overload chuckled, "You two are well aware of the Autobots and Decepticons, aren't you?"

Indigo just stared up at Overload with an unamused look, "Yeah. Why else would they be allowed to wander out in public?"

"I don't know. Museum equipment? Concert costumes? Highly advanced machinery that pose as new equipment for a rescue team on a small island and no one blinks an eye that they're clearly not regular robots?"

"That just sounds really stupid when you say it out loud," Indigo said bluntly.

"I completely agree. But anyways, no I am not a Decepticon. My loyalty is no longer to them... especially since they're bringing your war to your world..."

Indigo just raised a brow as he stared to the former Con.

"I see... and your name is?"

Overload chuckled, "My name is Overload. Pleasant to make your acquaintance, Miss?"

Overload's hand extended down to shake Indigo's hand, but she was reluctant to shake his hand. But eventually, she moved her hand up and shook his.

"Indigo...", Indigo hesitated.

Overload just smirked.

"You're a funny looking thing aren't you?"

"I could say the same thing about you," Indigo snapped.

Lemon's jaw gaped wide when she heard the response. This wasn't going to end well!

Overload didn't respond back with a fist slamming her body to the ground, painting the parking row with her blood. But instead, he just smirked.

"You raise a good point, my little lady. But... I'm not here to start any verbal wars. But I could use some advice from pretty organics such as you two. Which vehicle would you suggest I scan for my... alternate form?"

Lemon Zest and Indigo Zap glanced to one another with intrigued looks on their faces, along with concerned. Should they give their assistance to this Cybertronian they just met? Is this mystery alien actually the opposite of what he appears, or was there an ulterior motive?

"Perhaps we can help. Follow us...", Indigo said unsure.

Far on the other side of the parking lot was Sugarcoat and Sunny Flare who walked on their own, also gazing at the other vehicles. But they were also keep their eyes peeled for in the event that the mystery Cybertronians had appeared in the vicinity of where they came from.

"Alright... no signs of Cybertronians here," Sugarcoat said as she waved her tracker device in front of her. She kept waving the tracker in front of each of the cars as they walked on by.

"You think we're going to be facing some more fugitives from the prison crash a few weeks ago?" Sunny asked.

"Possibly," Sugarcoat replied, "But I'm not entirely sure. I think--"

Sugarcoat dropped dead silent as she halted and looked in front of her. She held her tracker in front of her which beeped rapidly, hinting the hidden life force underneath the car.

In front of them, within the parked cars was an orange off-road SUV type of vehicle, colored in orange with a brownish roll-bar near the back, yellow headlights, purple neon glowing around the insides of the tires, and a small hook dangling from the grill of the car. The car was also covered in several scratch marks, making its coat not very fresh or new. And the glowing neon colors didn't fool the girls. They knew only certain others would be glowing in neon in vehicular form.

Sugarcoat stared and blinked at the car for a second before speaking.

"I don't know who you are, but that disguise is not working. Your obvious neon colors are standing out to us, even if you don't have an Autobot or Decepticon mark."

The vehicle just grunted and transformed to reveal the country porcupine underneath.

"Is it really that obvious?" Scatterspike asked.

"Yes... partner," Sunny said sounding unsure.

Scatterspike shrugged, "I need to work on better disguises then. I'm Scatterspike, pleasant to meet ya little ladies."

"Nice to meet you too... partner," Sugarcoat replied, "Country bot I assume?"

"Yep. I'm from the south side of Cybertron. But wait, how come you two know what I am?"

"Cybertronians walk out in the open in this town with no one blinking an eye. This place is pretty much a welcome pad for every Cybertronian species out there. Now who are you?"

"My name's Scatterspike, toughest wrangling scavenger in the south of Cybertron! Now who are you two?" Scatterspike asked.

"My name's Sugarcoat," Sugarcoat replied.

"And I'm Sunny Flare, pleasant to make your accquantaince Scatterspike," Sunny said extending a hand to shake her mitt.

Scatterspike just smiled and she shook hands with the short haired girl.

"Why were you evening hiding?"

"I wanted to test out my new vehicle form. I guess it probably won't hide very well now will it?"

"Maybe not on us, but I'm willing to bet you can fool some of the others around here. Come, walk with us. Lets talk," Sugarcoat tilted her head, urging the porcupine to follow.

Scatterspike reluctantly followed after the two girls. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to follow them for a little bit...

Far off in the middle was Sour Sweet who was walking alone on by her lonesome. This didn't bother her as much, she knew her girlfriend was on her way to the car show. Hopefully it was going to be at any moment that she would finally show up.

A few minutes came by until she heard the sound of large stomping footsteps right behind her. With a smile on her face, she turned around to take a look at the feet. Her smile dwindled away when she realized it wasn't the pair of feet that belonged to the girl she cherished so much.

Looking up, she got a good look at the body in front of her, quickly taking in the curves around the thighs along with the lipstick on her face.

"Hello," Sour said flatly.

Road Rage looked down to Sour and she took a knee down, and raised another knee up so she could take a closer look to the yellow skinned girl.

"Hello... organic," Road Rage said.

Sour glared, "Its human to you honey!"

Road Rage was a little startled by her outburst, "Okay, okay, sorry!"

Sour took a moment to breathe in and out, "No, no... I shouldn't have snapped at you. Sorry... its sort of an anger problem I've got. Didn't mean to take it out on you.... um..."

Road Rage smiled, "Road Rage. Nice to meet you Miss?"

Sour smiled back, "Sour Sweet. Nice to meet you Road Rage."

Sour's eyes squinted as she gazed to the faded insignia on her chest.

"What happened to your Autobot mark?"

Road Rage looked down.

"Oh, that! I... wait... how do you know what this symbol means?"

Sour raised an eyebrow before facepalming, "Did you even see the thousands of Cybertronians walking around town and no one blinking an eye?"

Road Rage paused.

"Yeah..."

"Then I think everyone would already know about that logo. And... wait. The Autobots never shown any signs of you around. Where exactly did you come from?"

Before Road Rage could reply, she was interrupted by the sound of Sour's friends.

"Hey Sour! Who's your new girlfriend?"

Sour sneered as she turned her head, but was taken back shocked when she noticed the other two Cybertronians that were walking with them. And none of them were showing any marks of who's side they were on. And they hadn't attacked either one of the girls.

Sour snarled to the rocker, "This Bot is not my girlfriend..."

"Okay, okay, sheesh! Can you take a joke?" Lemon protested, "But still, is--"

Lemon paused for a second to look at the entire body of Road Rage for a second, taking a look at her form. But as she gazed down to her torso and legs, everyone could hear her holding back snickers as she was staring at.

Sugarcoat lowered her glasses as she glared to Lemon, and then to Road Rage.

"What are you laughing at?"

Lemon held her stomach, "I'm sorry, I'm trying hard, I'm trying hard not to but... that girl looks like she's walking around in her underwear!"

Lemon dropped to the ground and was clutching her sides and laughing like a hyena.

Road Rage sneered down to Lemon Zest and she looked down at her black colored torso that divided the skin between her knees and legs.

"I don't understand, what is underwear?"

Indigo looked closely at Road Rage and she started snickering too.

"Oh my gosh, I see it now!"

Indigo quickly fell to the ground as well and she was laughing her butt off with Lemon as they were in hysterics over Road Rage's body build. Overload and Scatterspike just shook their heads, groaning and cringing.

"Girls... girls? GIRLS!" Sunny yelled.

Indigo and Lemon stopped laughing and they began to calm themselves down from their laughter.

"Sorry, sorry, its just... I mean come on! Tell me you don't see that! Honestly tell me you don't see that this female Cybertronian, looks like she's walking around in the open, in her underwear."

Sugarcoat and Sunny turned around with unamused faces, and Sunny's face turned to disturbed when she stared at her torso. Sugarcoat's expression however didn't change.

"Thanks for that lovely image Lemon. Now I won't drinking the rest of today," Sugarcoat said.

Overload glanced to Scatterspike, "These humans are weird."

Scatterspike just nodded in agreement.

"Okay, okay! Can we all just shut up for a second?" Sour snapped.

Everyone was silent and they all stayed silent to listen to her.

"Okay, so... where exactly did you three come from?"

"Cybertron," Scatterspike replied.

"Well that's a stupid question. Okay, here's my second question, why exactly are you here?"

"I think that information is classified to you fellow humans."

Sour growled, "Do you want us to tell the Autobots you were around... or not? Because they're well aware of your kind being here."

Overload growled back, "I could crush you right here and right now... but... I'm not going to. You're lucky that I have sympathy to organic life forms... However, I should let you know that we aren't here to colonize or terrorize. We just came to collect a bounty that's been placed on a Decepticon fugitive, and that's it."

Sour nodded, "And who's the Con?"

"Someone named... wait. Why should we tell you girls anything? We just met you! In fact...", Road Rage's eyes glowed in anger and she looked to her partners, "Why did we just give away our positions!?"

"Um...", Scatterspike paused.

"They were kind enough to offer me a vehicle mode to scan," Overload shrugged.

Road Rage yelled and stomped her feet, "Son of a glitch! One job! We had one job, and it was to not get caught, and now we've been caught! We can't even walk around without being questioned, and now the Autobots are probably going to be on their way going to hound us!"

The Crystal Prep girls looked at one another with confused looks.

"So let me get this straight... they were on a mission, and they weren't supposed to give themselves away... but because there were Cybertronians walking around without being called out on... now this fembot is freaking out?" Sugarcoat asked.

Lemon groaned and scrunched her head, "This is so confusing..."

"Are they even making any form of sense right now?" Sunny asked.

Sour huffed, "Hopefully when my girlfriend gets here, we can sort this all out. Maybe."

The three above them paused.

"Wait... what do you mean if your girlfriend gets here?" Road Rage asked. "Is your girlfriend some part of some military force that can help us with our mission?"

"Um... not exactly. She's not even like me..."

Lemon grinned, "Can I tell her? Can I tell her? Can I? Can I? Can I?"

"Lemon!" Sunny swatted her shoulder, "No!"

"Is she dating...", Road Rage gasped, "Are you dating a Cybertronian?"

"Um... not exactly. She's a... Guardian."

"Guardian... You mean, a Guardian Gobot?"

Sour hesitantly nodded.

"Oh well, congratulations! That's... a really weird species to have a romantic relationship with, but still, congrats on finding love. Who is she?" Road Rage asked.

"Oh she's--"

At that moment, the girls heard the sound of screeching tires swinging around the road heading towards them.

"Here she is now," Sour grinned.

A red pickup truck came around the corner, creating skidmarks on the road and it raced towards the causal clothed girls with a roaring engine. The engine roared louder and louder as it approached them until the vehicle jumped into the air, ready to begin its conversion.

Gobots!

The back end of the truck formed a pair of legs. Underneath the truck formed a blue chest and torso, with the grill guard sliding over the chest along with the headlights. From the sides, a pair of arms folded out as well with clenching fists. And lastly, a head with a green visor slided out from the top revealing the face of the girl that Sour was in love with.

Mighty Robots! Mighty Vehicles! Gobots!

Smallfoot finally having changed into her alternate form, landed on the ground, slamming the concrete with her big feet. Fists were ready and she stood in a fighting position.

"Uh oh...", Overload said.

Smallfoot glared to the group of three.

"Stop and state your business Decepticons, and leave the girls alone. Step away from them now, and no one gets... hurt..."

Smallfoot's eyes slowly turned to glance at Road Rage, and she stopped talking. Her eyes were wide and her jaw was lowered when she saw the former Autobot in front of her.

The former was shocked as well, carrying the same expression on her face as Smallfoot. But she didn't say a word. She simply took a few steps back, raising her hands up in surrender.

"R-Road Rage... Y-you're here..."

Smallfoot's eyes were starting to fill with a gold liquid as tears formed, and her fists were clenched tightly. Her metal skin was rattling and shaking, making large clattering noises from her.

The same sound came from Road Rage as she felt her body shaking and trembling in fear, sadness, and anger, all cancelling each other out into one single shocked face.

Overload and Scatterspike glanced at the two of them with worried faces.

"This just got awkward...", Overload said.

"Uh... should we just... go?"

Scatterspike gave a nod, and the two of them slowly backed up to stand next to Road Rage who kept walking away from the Guardian Gobot.

"N-No... anyone but you...", Smallfoot croaked.

"Smallfoot? Baby, what's wrong?" Sour asked with concern.

"I... I have to go."

Smallfoot said nothing else but instead turned the other direction running. Then with a jump into the air, her body turned itself back into the truck it disguised and drove away from the scene.

Sour and the others looked to each other with concern and worry. Why did she just run away like that? And out of nowhere?

Sour turned her head and looked up to the fembot.

"Its you, isn't it? You know her, don't you?"

Road Rage looked down and slowly walked away.

"You hurt her, didn't you?" Sour growled.

"Um, Sour?" Lemon asked.

"I think you're jumping to conclusions right now," Sunny interrupted.

"I don't care! When someone makes my girl upset, then they deal with me! Along with several other mechanical beings..."

Overload looked to Road Rage, "Come on, lets go. We don't need to be here anymore, lets just beat it."

Road Rage swallowed and held back more tears, "O-Okay..."

Overload frowned and he patted her back, "Its okay... just calm down..."

Road Rage said nothing else but instead she transformed into her new form, revealing a red sports car. The lights weren't visible, but there was a little bit of golden paint on the hood along with her clawed out Autobot logo. Soon Scatterspike transformed as well, revealing the same orange off-road vehicle she had previously disguised as. Lastly was Overload who revealed his alternate form as a black and blue sports car, with glowing neon stripes, a big engine sticking out from the hood, and a Decepticon mark visible in the grill of the car.

"Come on!"

Road Rage led the group away, while Overload followed behind, and lastly was Scatterspike who let out a yodel as she drove away like a maniac.

"Yee-haw! We're going huntin'!"

As soon as the three cars were gone, the five girls were left to themselves to wonder who they were.

"Who were those guys?" Sunny asked.

"I don't know, but we need to check in with the Autobots about them. We need to know what we're dealing with. Sour?"

Sour looked back to the girls with a nod. "I agree, but... if its all the same to you, I need to find out what just spooked my girlfriend. Okay?"

The four nodded.

"Just go talk to your Gobot, we'll handle things here," Lemon smiled.

"Okay, thanks. I'll catch up with you girls later. Hopefully Smallfoot will be okay..."

Sour Sweet began running out of the parking lot near the edge of the road, avoiding oncoming traffic that was moving down the road. She had to find out where she was and fast. But there was only one place she knew she could have gone...

The Transformers will return after these messages...

Author's Note

How's this for a set up? Anyways, have a great day guys.

Smallfoot's Story

We now return to the Transformers...

Sour searched high and low for where her girlfriend ran off but she had no luck. But most of all she was worried sick. Why did her girlfriend freeze when she met that Road Rage chick? Why did tears start forming in her eyes? Why was she slowly moving away from her?

And more importantly, why was Road Rage doing the same thing? Was there something about her girlfriend that reminded her of someone? Was she was someone she knew a long time ago? What? What possible connection could those two have?

Sour didn't have long to think about it when she received a vibrating buzz from her pants pocket. She pulled out her phone and she read the name of who it was from, then answered the phone.

"Hound? What's up?"

"Listen, I was driving down the road when I saw your girlfriend bawling her eyes out. Did you do something to make her cry?"

"No, I didn't. But I think I know what set her off," Sour replied, "She just arrived over to the car show but then she ran off when she met this unidentified Cybertronian girl."

"Wait... unidentified? Describe her."

Sour felt her body freeze when she heard his tone. The way he spoke didn't sound particularly good...

"Um, alright well she... she had lipstick, I remembered that. There were wings on her back, a scratched out Autobot mark... oh and it looked like she was walking around in her underwear since she has a black crotch."

"... odd way to describe her. But anyways, I know she is. But if Smallfoot freaked out because of her... look, just find her and talk to her. I'm positive she'll tell you everything."

"But I don't know where she went," Sour whined, "I don't have anything on me to track her..."

"Well she did tell me she was going straight back to your house--"

"Yes! Thank you Hound!"

"Wait, there's something else. From what I remember on one of those soap operas--"

"You actually watched a soap opera? Who'd you watch it with?" Sour asked in a silly voice.

"Uh... Look, I'm just saying, I know that sometimes, I'm not saying everyone does, but I know that some people, when the emotions are not doing very well, they kind of tend to... eat up all the ice cream in your house."

"I'm sure she's not... oh no..."

Sour said nothing more and ran for home.

Sour ran fast and far down several blocks, crossing different streets, and almost jaywalking in several roads trying to race back home to her possibly crying girlfriend.

After 30 minutes of running non-stop she finally came to a halt to the driveway of her home. There she could see the singular red truck that her partner converted into was sitting there still and silent.

"Smallfoot? Is that you?"

Sour walked towards the truck carefully and she leaned her ear over to the engine, listening. Not a hum nor a sound was made. She slightly tapped the hood, trying to see if the truck would respond. No reply. Maybe she was inside the house?

Sour pulled out her house key from her pocket and she opened the front door and walked right in. Once she was inside, she closed the lock on the door.

"Smallfoot? I'm home! Smallfoot?"

Sour turned around the corner and walked into the kitchen. No sign of her was there, but on a plus side the window that was smashed this morning with a rotisserie chicken was fixed. Smallfoot must have stayed home and waited for the repair group to come by and fix it.

The cherry-haired girl looked to the kitchen. Nothing out of the ordinary there, and there weren't any messes in sight. But wait. A sound caught her attention. The sound of the television in the living room. The television was on, and she turned it off before she left for school. Was Smallfoot in there watching TV?

She walked over to the living room and her jaw gaped when she saw what was in there. Smallfoot was in the living in her human skin, watching TV. A soap opera to be precise. And Smallfoot was wrapped in a blanket, with a bucket of ice cream in her arms, along with a tissue box on the coffee table. And right next to her was a trashcan, filled with crumpled up tissue strips that looked damp.

On her face, was visible tear stains along with reddened cheeks.

"No don't feel bad Sonya... its not your fault your girlfriend left you... You just wanted to keep fighting for what you believed in and she backed out and abandoned you!" Smallfoot bawled, taking another bite of her ice cream.

Sour's heart fell in the pits of her stomach. This was going to be harder than she thought.

She carefully put her backpack down, and slowly walked towards the couch and sat next to her girlfriend who wasn't flinching to the fact that someone else was sitting on the couch next to her.

"Baby? Smallfoot?"

Smallfoot heard her voice, but she didn't react. She just gobbled down more ice cream.

"I think you've probably had enough ice cream...", Sour said.

"No! There's nothing left of me anymore that's worth any sort of value, this is all I have now!", Smallfoot said stuffing her face.

"Smallfoot, stop!" Sour said sternly.

Smallfoot stopped eating, but she didn't stop whimpering or crying, more tears came down her face.

"Baby? Can you talk to me?"

Smallfoot sniffled, "O-Okay..."

Sour grabbed another tissue and passed it to Smallfoot who took it and blew her nose, before throwing it into the trashcan.

"Now talk to me, what's making that pretty face so sad?" Sour asked.

Smallfoot whimpered and looked away.

"Smallfoot? Please?"

Smallfoot slowly looked to Sour who offered her a friendly smile. She wiped a tear away from her face and looked her in the eye.

"Sweetness, what's wrong?"

Smallfoot sniffled, "You sure you want to know?"

"Mmmhmm," Sour nodded.

"... promise you won't leave me like... like her?"

"I promise baby, its okay, just talk to me. Why did you run when you saw that girl?"

Smallfoot took a moment of silence to breathe in, and to breathe out.

"Okay...", Smallfoot exhaled, "That girl that you saw... was one of my... m-my..."

"Who?"

Smallfoot gulped.

"My ex-girlfriend."

Sour's eyes widened, "She's your ex?"

Smallfoot nodded and looked away.

"No, no, no, baby, I'm not mad. I'm just surprised, I didn't you dated other girls before me."

"Well, I did. And... my last couple of relationships didn't always go very well..."

"Oh. But... what happened with her? That's what I want to know."

Smallfoot wiped away some excess mascara that was streaming down her face before looking back to her girlfriend.

"But... during my first few weeks on Cybertron, before I or anyone else I knew was roped into the war, I went to a bar..."

Maccadam's Old Oil House was the most popular tavern in one of the far corners of Cybertron. It was well lit with neon lights, along with tons of lively music, servers, and bartenders. Everyday, bots would come round to get a taste of some of the sweet drinks and food that would be made within the place.

And at the bar counter, sitting on a stool was the lone Smallfoot sitting by herself drinking some blue liquid from a glass.

"Another round Smallfoot?", the bartender asked.

"No thank you Chardonnay. I'm quite alright with my juice," Smallfoot smiled.

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"Alright. I'll come back round to take your order. I've got other orders to fill."

"Thanks."

Smallfoot grinned and looked down at her reflection in the drink. She smirked and grinned, her teeth sparkling in the reflection. And as she stared down at her reflection, she stuck her tongue out and my silly faces.

"Belelelelelelelelel...." Smallfoot's tongue kept bouncing up and down as she made silly noises.

"Uh..."

Smallfoot froze when she heard the voice speak up. She slided her tongue back in her mouth and looked to her left, seeing the disturbed look of the female Autobot next to her.

"Sorry... I'm a little bored."

"I don't blame you. Barely anything happens on this side of Cybertron," the femmebot said.

"Yeah... Oh, I'm Smallfoot by the way. Gobot," Smallfoot said, sticking her hand out.

The female gave a friendly smile.

"Road Rage. Bounty hunter. Nice to meet you," Road Rage shook her hand, "Never met a Gobot before."

"Well now you have," Smallfoot grinned.

"Yeah... wait, you Gobots can transform into things like us, right?"

"Yeah."

"So... is there really any difference between our worlds aside from classification names?"

"Well there is one thing. For one, you can tell based on my echo-ish voice I'm a Guardian Gobot, and secondly, I'm not completely machine. I'm actually a cyborg," Smallfoot replied.

Road Rage nodded, "I understand. So you Gobots are cyborgs, yet we Cybertronians are flat out robots."

"Yeah, pretty much."

Awkward silence broke between them. What could they say next?

"So... You thinking about joining the Decepticon/Autobot war?" Road Rage asked.

"I-I guess so. I don't really have anything to do nowadays what with... Gobotron gone."

"Oh, okay. I thought about joining the war for a bit, but... I'm not sure if I should. I don't want to be by myself, and if I'm stuck in a situation without any help, I... really don't want to fight then."

Smallfoot turned her head, looking at the fembot.

"You know... I wouldn't abandon you."

Road Rage's head tilted up when she heard her response. She looked to the Guardian beside her.

"Really?"

Smallfoot smiled and nodded.

"In fact, uh, part of me was thinking about heading out and registering to the Autobots when I was done here."

"Oh, well... is it alright if I could... uh... come with you?"

Smallfoot looked up to her blue eyes and smiled with a nod. Road Rage smiled back, an almost adorable smile came on her face.

With one thing on their minds, they looked to the bartender and spoke in unison.

"Check please!"

"... After we left, we registered in Autobot faction, and we began to work together in the battlefield, engaged in our war against the Decepticons. We weren't always successful, but we did try our best and we actually got closer to each other than I thought. To the point where... we actually started dating."

Sour was patiently sitting next to her girlfriend, listening to her story all the while staying close with her, providing all the comfort she could.

Smallfoot looked back to Sour who stayed right with her, not getting up to leave.

"You hate me already, don't you?"

"No! Baby, I won't hate you, I promise. What happened next?"

"Okay, well... after a while, we started dating, and we had a wonderful time. But the happy times were quickly going away. After a while, we started dwindling away from another. We didn't talk as much, we weren't seeing each other very often and... that.... that... "

Smallfoot felt a lump caught in her throat as she spoke.

"Baby, what happened?"

Smallfoot gulped, "That one battle..."

The sounds of roaring battle cries, burning fire, explosions, gunfire, and the screams of helpless civilians filled the air as Road Rage and Smallfoot ran through some of the debris of the abandoned street. A few buildings had tumbled over from explosions setting them off, and were left in debris and rubble during the battle.

"Hang on Pathfinder, we're almost to the rendezvous point!" Smallfoot said over her communicator.

The two girls ran on their feet faster and faster, avoiding every laser and bombshell that came at them, trying to blow them into shards.

"Smallfoot, come on! Can't we just go back, I have a spaceship we can use to get out of here!"

"You parked it back in Iacon, remember?" Smallfoot yelled back.

"Its not that far, we just need to drive and go!"

Smallfoot turned around and a pair of lasers emitted from the headlights on her chest at an incoming Decepticon from the air who tried to shoot her from behind. The laser shots were bulls-eyes, and the Decepticon came crashing down into rubble.

"Road Rage, come on! Lets just go, we can't give up!"

Road Rage halted for a brief moment, looking back at Smallfoot. Her fists were clenched, and she looked back to Smallfoot with a serious face.

"No."

"What!?"

"I'm not going. You go on, I'm going back."

"No, I'm not going on without you! I can't go back there without you! Pathfinder needs us--"

"Pathfinder only needs you Smallfoot. You can help her, I'm not."

Smallfoot blinked and gasped. She couldn't be hearing this. Road Rage was going to... abandon her partner?"

"Y-You're going to... leave me?"

Road Rage sighed, "Smallfoot, I'm sorry but... I can't keep this up anymore. I'm done."

"W-What... what do you mean?" Smallfoot asked.

Road Rage groaned, "I'm done, Smallfoot. I don't want to be your sparkmate, okay?"

Smallfoot's face frowned... for about 5 seconds. Her frown was quickly turned from sadness, to anger. Her teeth were gritting against each other and she snarled.

"That's what this is about? You came all this way with me just to abandon me and break up with me!?"

"No, I--"

"NO!" Smallfoot barked.

Road Rage flinched from Smallfoot's sudden outburst. She never yelled like that before.

"You're leaving me, right in the middle of a battle, just because you wanted to end our relationship!? Is this how you end all of your problems!? Drop them off and abandon them!?"

"Smallfoot, I-"

"No! If you wanted to break up with me, you should have done it when we were in our base! Not here, and not right now! Why are you even leaving me!? What did I ever do to you!?"

Road Rage flinched before she glared at Smallfoot.

"You want to know why I'm done? Because I'm done with this war! Every day, more and more people just die, more civilians and our men die, and we can never get them back! Both Autobots and Decepticons! I understand you want this war to end, so do I, but... I'm done fighting. I'm not going to stay behind and watch more Cybertronians tear themselves apart, limb from limb!"

Smallfoot growled, "So you're doing this by leaving me by myself? Talk about loyalty."

"I'm done with fighting! There isn't anything left anymore, and you're just going to get yourself killed!"

"Well maybe you shouldn't! Maybe you should stay and help me get to Pathfinder, then you can run off like the coward you've shown you are!"

Road Rage growled, "I.... am... not... a COWARD!!!!!"

Road Rage's yell echoed all throughout the battlefield, and unfortunately, some unfriendly faces heard her.

"I'm going... and you aren't going to stop me."

Smallfoot growled some more, but she stopped when the pain of extreme heat penetrated her skin, knocking her down on her back. She looked up, and three similar looking bodies were above her, with similar looking heads all staring down at her.

"Looks like we've got ourselves a Guardian Gobot... Megatron is going to be pleased..."

Smallfoot pulled herself up and glanced to Road Rage who looked a little terrified to see the Decepticons in sight.

"No... Road Rage, please..."

Road Rage just slowly walked away without any emotion.

"I'm sorry Smallfoot..."

Road Rage turned around and she jumped into the air, converting a jet like form, soaring off into the sky.

"No... Road Rage..."

"Sorry, honey, she's not here now...", a familiar voice said.

The Decepticon she recognized as Starscream came into view and she pointed a laser at her face which was glowing with pulsating pink light.

"Lights out sweetie..."

"Starscream! Megatron wants her alive, don't blow her head up!"

"Relax Thundercracker. I'm merely going to deliver a paralyzing but painful shock which will knock her out for the trip. We want her to be fresh when she meets Lord Megatron, don't we?"

Smallfoot felt her heart pound against her chest as Starscream held his blaster to her face. She couldn't go anywhere or flee. Thundercracker and Skywarp who were right on her left and right pinned her down, rendering her helpless in her situation. She could only sit there and wait for her possible death. Even though they made it clear she wasn't going to die, the thought alone of possible death clouded her mind.

First Road Rage dumped her, she didn't even say why she didn't want to be with her anymore, but it hit her. They barely spoke to another. They barely talked to each other anymore, and they never liked to see each other as a couple. They weren't... compatible. They never connected, they were unhappy with each other... they never should have been a couple in the first place. Why didn't she see it in the first place?

"Lights out, honey."

Smallfoot felt tears well up in her eyes as the charge finished, and it released its shot. Only one thought was on her mind.

What's wrong with me...

There was a piercingly bright flash of light followed by a wall of static. Then, it was silent.

"... After that, I... I never spoke nor saw her again. And every time I tried to date someone, I always kept seeing her in my head. I keep thinking I'm going to ruin everything we have! I don't want to ruin anything between us, and if I lose you, I... I don't know..."

Smallfoot broke down sobbing in Sour's lap. Sour wrapped her arms around her, and she let her rest her head on her shoulder while she sobbed her eyes out.

"No, no, Smallfoot don't cry... ", Sour pleaded, "Its okay... I'm here for you."

"I don't want to be alone... I already lost an entire home, I can't lose you too..."

"Shh... don't think about that, its okay... shh... shh..."

Sour held Smallfoot in her arms while she rubbed her back, letting her cry on her shoulder for a good few minutes. Sour had never seen Smallfoot so distressed. She would be anxious too if she had went through the same emotions.

Smallfoot pulled back and took a few deep breathes. Her cheeks were puffy and red, her eyes were bloodshot, and her hair was messy and tattered.

"I'm crying like a baby...", Smallfoot said.

"No, sweetie... its okay," Sour wiped another tear from her face.

"But I'm a wreck! I can't even stay together without breaking down like a big baby..."

"Smallfoot...", Sour lifted her chin up, "Its okay. Look, I'm really sorry about what happened. I really am. But I promise you, I will never abandon you. You're everything to me, and I would never do that to you."

For the first time in that afternoon, Smallfoot was smiling. Smallfoot's smile was the most beautiful thing in the world in the eyes of Sour Sweet. The way her eyes were colored like emeralds, the way they sparkled as they stared into her own eyes... and the way she leaned into her hand as she stroked her cheek was adorable.

"And Smallfoot? I will always love you. No one and nothing will ever keep me from loving you. Okay?"

Smallfoot just slowly nodded before Sour smiled and pulled her in to kiss her on the lips. Smallfoot could feel herself start to calm down from her rumble of emotions, to a state of calmness.

"Smallfoot? I love you, and don't you forget it. Okay?"

Smallfoot nodded and smiled.

"I won't. T-Thank you," Smallfoot cooed.

Sour smiled and she gave her girlfriend a peck on the cheek before allowing Smallfoot to nuzzle close to her. Sour felt like a warm teddy bear that she just wanted to snuggle up with.

"Sour?"

Sour turned to look at her girlfriend.

"Is it alright with you if... we could do something relaxing, nothing crazy? I guess I... I just want to escape what I just saw today."

Sour smiled to her girlfriend before giving her a peck on the cheek.

"I would like that. What would you like to do?" Sour asked.

Smallfoot thought about it for a moment before coming down with a thought.

"I know this isn't much but... can I just snuggle with you?"

Sour smiled, "Babe, don't say that. I love every moment I get to snuggle with you. Its okay."

Sour sat back up on the couch before laying back on the cushion. She patted a seat next to her, and Smallfoot blushed before moving closer to her. Smallfoot slowly moved back to let her girlfriend hold her as she rested her head on her shoulder. Sour purred as she nuzzled Smallfoot's cheek.

Smallfoot giggled, "Since when did you turn into a cat?"

Sour grinned, "You want me to stop?"

"No...", Smallfoot said. "Oh, Sour?

"Yeah?"

Smallfoot glanced to her and gave a warm smile before nuzzling her, resting her eyes as she held her close.

"Thank you...", Smallfoot whispered.

Sour just smiled as she moved closer to Smallfoot, holding her as she let her rest her head on her shoulder, and holding her hand. It felt nice to be alone with her girlfriend who had finally calmed down from the onslaught of pain and memories of her former partner. But thoughts did intertwine in her head.

If that girl she was the one who mentally scarred her in the past... then she would need to keep her girlfriend away from her to keep any more bad memories from simmering in her head. But on the other hand, Road Rage hurt her sweet big rig and she abandoned her in a battlefield. Dumping her was one thing, leaving her in a battlefield by herself? That was over the line, and this was something she wanted to scream out her lungs out.

One thing was for certain. The next time they met that girl... she was going to be meeting the end of Sour's hard fist... from her power suit, and she was going to take a serious beatdown when she got her hands on her.

Back outside in the streets of Canterlot, the three lone pirates were driving on the road by themselves in complete silence from what they had witnessed today. This turn of events just made things harder. The Autobots were now going to be well aware of their presence, and they would be hunted in mere hours. What could they do to avoid these Autobots?

And on their drive, Road Rage was driving far behind Scatterspike and Overload. She had nothing to say, and there was nothing she could say. She didn't want to talk to anyone after seeing her again. Why? Why did have to be her? Out of all of the bots it could be, it had to be her? It couldn't have been Hound, or Bumblebee, or even Optimus Prime? It just had to be the one girl she didn't want to see after what she did.

"Uh, Road Rage? Sugar? You alright?" Scatterspike asked.

"I'm fine, Scatterspike. Its nothing."

"Alright... but I just wanted to tell ya, Shadelock gave us a call. He, Roughedge and Forewing are coming back here. Apparently their hunt for Demolisher was a bust, tons of military organic life forms was houndin' their tails, and Demolisher was too fast for them. But they ain't given up. They're planning on helping us capture Fracture first, then we can go depart."

Road Rage didn't say anything. For a few seconds.

"Okay."

With that, the group of three just continued to keep on trucking. All the while Road Rage was alone in her thoughts, quiet as a ninja.

I'm so sorry Smallfoot...

The Transformers will return after these messages...

Author's Note

Sorry this chapter was late guys! Lot of things got in the way, but luckily its done!

Feel free to leave your thoughts. In fact, your thoughts are highly appreciated. Was the flashback rushed?

Any thoughts are appreciated. :twilightsheepish:

Capture

We now return to the Transformers...

Sour had spent the rest of that evening by herself, looking after her girlfriend, keeping her calm. Luckily, Smallfoot was slowly calming down and she had stopped crying at that point, and she stopped eating all of the ice cream in the freezer. But Sour still couldn't help but feel terrible.

During the night, she could hear her girlfriend crying in her sleep, and she tried to snuggle her as much as she could to show her that she was still there for her, but even that didn't help. She didn't know what to do at this point.

The following day, Smallfoot was calm but she still had a depressed demeanor which saddened Sour. But today, Sour had just enough of it. It was time she find out where that Bot came from, where did she run off to, and she had to find out why she left her. She just had to. No one could have been so heartless as to dump their partner right in the middle of an open battlefield.

During lunch period at school, Sour opened up and spilled all of the beans. She told the girls everything. Needless to say, they were less than happy to hear what was told.

"You can't be serious dude... that girl... left her?" Lemon asked.

"Yes."

"In the middle of a battle on Cybertron?" Sugarcoat asked.

"Yes."

"And she just abandoned her while she presumably got captured, tortured, and used in the most disturbing way by Starscream, Thundercracker, and Skywarp!?" Indigo shouted.

All of them turned their heads to Indigo with some frightened and disturbed looks.

"I uh... I read a dark book the other day, that imagery still stuck in my head," Indigo said.

Sour rolled her eyes, "The point is, she abandoned her in the field, and left her behind to be captured."

All of them just slumped back in their seats. They couldn't even believe what they were hearing.

"Poor Smallfoot...", Lemon whimpered.

Sour couldn't help but let out a snarl, "That... that Autobot... no, that's not an Autobot. That... glitch, left my girlfriend to be killed by Decepticons..."

Sunny couldn't help but tear up at what she heard, "That is so cold..."

Sugarcoat didn't react, but instead just stared at Sour dead in the eyes.

"So what are you going to do?" Sugarcoat asked.

Sour looked back up at the pigtail haired girl.

"Uh..."

"I said, what are you going to do? That rogue Autobot hurt your girl, so what are you going to do?"

Sour sighed, "Sugarcoat, is there anything I can do? That Autobot has a clawed out mark, those who scratch out their symbols destroy their tracking mechanisms, how can I--"

Sugarcoat's hands slammed on the table and she stood straight up, going over Sour. Sour and the other girls just lowered in their seats.

"I said... what are you going to do?"

"I uh..."

"You listen to me close!" Sugarcoat grabbed Sour by the shoulders and raised her up out of her seat and stared her in the eyes.

"You want to take down that girl who hurt your partner, correct?" Sugarcoat asked.

"Y-Yes..."

"I didn't hear you."

"Yes!"

"And you want to make Smallfoot feel better about herself so she's not a permanent well of sadness and depression?"

"Yes!"

Sugarcoat leaned in closer to stare her straight on.

"You're going to show her how much you care for her. You're going to suit up, kick butt, chew bubblegum, and beat. That. Robot. So what are you going to do!?"

"I am going to kick that robot's can!" Sour grunted.

"Then lets go beat up that coward of a robot!" Indigo cheered on.

Sour pounded her chest like an ape and let out a mighty roar, "Lets go kick her butt! Come on!"

Sour jumped out of her seat and she ran off from her chair and onto her feet. It wasn't until long that Indigo Zap got up from her seat, performed a roll on the table, and landing on her feet on the other side of the table and running after Sour. Lemon Zest was next to follow, as she jumped onto the table, and jumped off, kicking some trays off the table as she ran off, chasing after Sour.

The last ones left was just Sugarcoat and Sunny Flare, but instead of jumping on the table and rolling over it, just left their seats like normally, and left the cafeteria room.

While they did leave... they were only gone for a few seconds. The others in the cafeteria were confused, why did they leave so abruptly? But they forgot about it in a few seconds as the girls simply walked back to their table and sat back down like well-behaved human beings.

"After we finish school?" Sour asked.

"After we finish school," Sugarcoat nodded, taking a seat.

Once they finished school for the day, they all leapt into action and grabbed what they needed. With their guardians gone out doing other missions and jobs for the day, this was going to have to be something they need to handle by themselves

Luckily for them, they had prepared for these type of situations. They had a good amount of blasters to shoot their targets, electric poppers to stun their enemies, vehicles to drive in, and enough protective gear and gadgets to get them out of any situation.

Together, Sour Sweet drove in her new car/suit while the rest of the girls drove on motorcycles down an empty street, beginning their adventure.

"Okay girls listen up. I don't know who those Cybertronians were, but one thing's for sure. We've got to find out more about them, and we've got to take down that glitch," Sour growled.

"Lucky for you, we did get a good chunk of decent information about them when we first met them," Sunny replied, "We know their names, and we know what vehicles they transform into which should make finding them, very easy."

Sour only grinned a devious grin, "Perfect... now we just need to see if we can track their energy signatures. But be careful, our scanners may just pick up some Energon deposits, or some of our friends."

Just then, beeping on the radar that was hooked to each of their motorcycles were three flickering red dots, just a few miles ahead of them.

"I think we got a lock, we better slow down so they don't know we're approaching," Sugarcoat said.

All of them slowed down on the bikes and they pulled aside into a curb. Stepping off the bikes, the girls all grabbed tiny blasters to use and flipped their masks on. Sour Sweet stepped out of her car as well and she slowly walked out with the rest of the girls.

"They're very nearby," Sugarcoat whispered, "I say we surround the area so we can get closer looks at them."

"But wait, what if they have tech that can spot us?" Lemon asked.

"She's right, someone needs to distract them if they do. If they don't, then good. But it'd be best if they could be occupied by one of us for a bit, maybe get some more info out of them."

All of the girls nodded in unison. But wait, who would distract them? Who would be the one to deviate the group from their current plan? Four heads turned around and stared at Lemon Zest who quivered in fear.

"Aw... what does it have to be me?" Lemon whined.

Momentarily, Lemon carefully stepped out from the wall and took a peak, poking her head out the side of the wall. Her eyes widened when she got a good luck. The same porcupine hick-talking Decepticon and the skinny fembot that fit the description as Road Rage were both there. Around them were several storage units that were opened up, all were empty, and as far as her eye could she, she could see a few visible holes from some of the storage units, along with several drilling tools, shovels, buckets, wheelbarrows, and pickaxes. They must have been digging for a while. And not only that, there was a flatbed for a car to pull, and there were a few piles of... gold?

Lemon's eyes widened more when she saw the gold shiny material that was on the flatbed.

"Shiny...", Lemon drooled.

As Lemon observed the shiny material which sparkled in her eyes. Gold... real gold right in front of her... this was the most amazing thing she had ever seen... Oh how much she could do with it...

"Road Rage! I hit another lode!", Scatterspike called.

"Oooh... shiny!" Road Rage grinned.

Lemon carefully crept from the wall and slowly walked towards them to get a closer look at what they were doing, but she still maintained cover. There she watched as the two of them got a closer look at another stash of gold.

"Oh yeah, that's what I'm talking about! Filch would be so jealous!" Road Rage grinned.

Scatterspike chuckled, "That's the Road Rage I love! Tough, fun to be around, and an excellent tracker."

Road Rage chuckled too, "Y-Yeah... I guess so."

Road Rage carefully grabbed the small box in the pit, and she carefully pulled it up and placed it on the flatbed.

"Its hard to believe that so many treasures have been buried in this town," Road Rage said as she set the box down, wiping her hands clean of dust.

"I did a thorough search on what these humans call the information super highway," Scatterspike said, "Many old legends and myths told tale of pirates burying their treasures all around here."

"Nice...", Road Rage said, digging her white hand into one of the crates filled with gold trinkets and coins.

"Say uh, Road Rage?" Scatterspike asked.

"Yeah?"

Scatterspike took a moment to breathe and out, preparing herself for whatever outburst would come of asking this question.

"You're not still upset with seeing Smallfoot yesterday, are you?"

Road Rage's body froze, and her head jolted up. This wasn't a question she knew how to respond.

"Uh... are you alright? I didn't mean to upset you," Scatterspike said.

"No Scatterspike... its fine," Road Rage sighed, "I just... I... I just wish I didn't have to be reminded of her again."

Lemon Zest who remained hidden, did her best to stay quiet. Looking around her, she could see a few of the other girls who were hidden. They were in position, and ready to take action.

"I know you didn't like seeing her, but... I'm at least glad you're not going all wishy-washy on us," she said.

Road Rage simply turned head back at the porcupine and gave one a nod.

"Look... it bound to happen sooner or later. But right now, my only focus is just capturing Fracture, maybe search for some more gold... and that's it. Its not like we're going to be staying here."

Lemon Zest thought long and hard at what she had seen, and she just gave one quiet grunt to herself. She had heard enough. She slowly backed away from her hiding spot, trying to make it to the entrance. But as she tried to tip-toe herself away, her foot stepped on a rock, sliding it.

Both Cybertronians froze and their heads jolted up and they turned around to face the front entrance. Standing there, afraid, was Lemon Zest with her arms out.

She tried backing away, but she felt her back walk into something metallic and hard. Slowly looking up, she was staring up into the red eyes of a black colored Decepticon. The Decepticon just carefully grabbed her, allowing her arms to be free as she was raised up, and brought her up to his eye level.

"Oooh... who do we have here?" Overload smirked. "Wait a minute... you're one of those humans that we met yesterday. What was it... Lemon Zest?"

Lemon gulped and she slowly nodded.

"Y-Yeah... And y-you're Overload..."

"Aw, you remembered me... that's sweet of you," Overload said in a rather calm voice, "Its nice to see an adorable face that remembers me."

"Uh..."

Scatterspike huffed, "You call that human adorable?"

"I think we're off-track here," Road Rage said getting on her feet and walking over with Scatterspike. She gave a cold stare into Lemon's eyes as she talked down to her. "What were you doing spying on us?"

"Uh... I wasn't spying," Lemon said.

"Then explain why it looked like you were trying to flee the skies," Scatterspike asked.

"Oh, well, I was actually locking up one of the storage units here, and I saw you guys working, and I tried to quietly walk away so I wouldn't bother you. You don't need someone like me causing too much noise... hehe," Lemon chuckled nervously.

Scatterspike moved in a little closer and gave a sniff.

"Ah, she's lying. I can smell it a mile away," Scatterspike growled.

"That part is true, ya hick!"

The three of them turned around to see where the source came from, and they were quite surprised. So surprised that Overload's hand let go of Lemon, letting her drop and land on her butt. Luckily, it wasn't too big of a fall.

"Ow... that hurt...", Lemon said, rubbing herself.

She took her chance and ran towards the others, now regaining a serious look. Standing with the group was Sugarcoat who wore some military armor, and she carried a small machine gun with her. Right above her was Sunny Flare and Indigo Zap who were now wearing Apex Armor suits; suits that covered their bodies in indestructible armor that couldn't be penetrated by anything.

And standing in the middle of them with a Transformer suit, was Sour Sweet herself who was very, very, mad.

"Remember us?" Sour asked sweetly, "You'd have to be brainless not remember us from yesterday," she replied sourly.

All three of them stood straight and tall as they faced the five of them.

"Why are you girls here? What are you, some kind of military fighting force?" Road Rage asked.

"That'd be one way to put it dearie, but the simplest way to put it is we're working with a fighting force who can and will beat you if you don't surrender now and tell us what you're doing," Sunny Flare retorted.

Overload's eyebrows furled as he glared at them.

"You girls are working with those Autobots, aren't you?"

All five of them exchanged looks with one another with some confusion, before looking back at the former Con with a serious look.

"YEAH!"

"I strongly suggest you stop your relationship with those Autobots... well, maybe not all of you, I guess probably not the sour and sweet one who's standing in front of you all. From what I believe, she's got a free Bot... free from my hands."

Sour's suit raised a gun and pointed at them, "Are you threatening to hurt Smallfoot?"

"I never said I wanted to hurt her, and I have no intention to. In fact... you are dating her... correct?"

"And if I am?" Sour asked.

"I only wanted to say congratulations to you for finding love. But I am going to warn your friends this... you may believe those Autobots are your friends... but they are just as guilty as the Decepticons. And now they've brought their war upon you humans... and none of you deserved to be roped in our war..."

Indigo's eyes snared, "Back off, Overload. The Autobots are our friends."

"Friends... enemies... we're all the same here. All of us responsible for Cybertron's death. All because of our relentless war, death, and destruction... when the day finally comes, I will see to it that ALL Cybertronians perish for their crimes against Cybertron."

"Wait, wait, wait... Let me get this straight. You want to kill off every Cybertronian?" Sour asked.

Overload just nodded.

"Okay, but what about the ones next to you? They're Cybertronians too."

Overload smirked, "One thing you forget... there are exceptions to the causes of war. Ever since I departed from the Decepticons, that's when I ran into these two... my new friends. Unlike your Autobots, Scatterspike here is only a scavenger, and Road Rage? Well... lets just say it makes me happy to finally found someone who shares my same views."

"We're getting off-topic here!" Sour growled.

Sour's suit pulled out a gun from its fist, which began to charge up with energy and pointed it at the bounty hunters.

"What exactly are you punks here for?"

"Oh, don't worry about that sister," Scatterspike sneered, pulling out quills from her back, "None of you varmits will live long enough to find out about our big strike!"

"Now you hold on there Scatterspike. They're humans. And I've got a rule about harming organic life... Cybertronians may mean nothing to me, but it doesn't mean I'm going to slaughter organic life!" Overload snarled at the porcupine.

Turning his head, and putting his hammer back to his side, he cracked his knuckles, smirking.

"I'm not going to need my hammer for this job. Its just a matter of making sure they aren't able to fight back," Overload chuckled.

Road Rage groaned, "Fine. As long as we can keep them away for us to leave, then its fine with me."

Sour growled some more before her foot pounded the ground.

"Shadowbolts, attack!"

All five of them charged at the group of three and they began a fight, and a cloud of fire and dust flew up into the sky as they fought.

Scatterspike had to hold her own against Sugarcoat and Lemon Zest who had handheld weapons to fight the Cybertronian hick.

"You varmints aren't coming after me, or our gold!"

"You need to shut up!" Sugarcoat said as she pulled the trigger of her gun, sending a laser blast into Scatterspike's foot. The scavenger just winced in pain and she held one hand onto her foot while she tried to use another arm to swing at them with one of the quills she popped out of her back. She threw a few slices and dices at them, but the two girls kept dodging every last one of them without any difficulty whatsoever.

"You really suck at your aim!" Lemon laughed.

"Aw cool it ya little vermin!" Scatterspike said, flailing her arm around and landing on her belly.

Overload on the other hand was holding up on his own. While he knew no Cybertronian could handle the Apex Armor suits, he at least planned strategies and moves to avoid getting hurt. Every time Indigo tried to throw a punch, Overload just dodged the punch by simply moving out of the way. Whenever Sunny would retaliate from another side, Overload would duck down to avoid the swing. He moved like a ninja, and he was swift with each one of their attacks.

"Why aren't you going to kill us!? We're with the Autobots, and you made it clear you hate Autobots," Indigo said, trying to throw another punch.

Overload chuckled, "You forget, I said I hated Autobots, I didn't say I hated humans. In fact, I think I'm rather fond of your kind. You humans have a very good taste on this planet."

Indigo didn't reply, but instead kept on throwing some punches. Behind Overload was Sunny Flare who was smirking. She had just found a perfect way to finally get a punch thrown. Once Overload dodged the next punch, Sunny slammed him on his back, which tossed him onto his chest, making him groan. But he didn't stay down long, as he just got back up on his feet.

"What a punch... I've never met another person who could fight that hard," Overload chuckled. "You've got guts kid."

"I'm not a kid, Decepticon. And you're about to become my next target if you don't surrender right now!"

"Surrender is something I never do, even when the odds are against me," Overload said, blocking another punch, "But lets see what you're made of."

Road Rage on the other hand, wasn't having as much luck as the others. Sour Sweet was ruthless with her, and she didn't get any chance to recover from any of Sour's attacks. Each one of her blows kept surprising her after the other.

But as Sour got ready to swing her left fist at Road Rage's chest, she blocked her punch, and deflected it with a punch to her suit's face which nearly sent her flying backwards. She caught her balance within seconds, and got back up to see Road Rage rubbing at her wounds and snarling.

"Do you have some obsession with me kid? You must be really obsessed if you haven't stopped pounding on me," the fembot snarled.

Sour just let out a growl as she went back to slamming Road Rage's face some more, without end.

“You…”, Sour growled as she punched Road Rage’s face, “Hurt,” another punch, “My,” another punch to the face, “Girlfriend!”

Road Rage screamed in pain as Sour was going all ballistic on her, not sparing any second she had. She tried fighting back, but it was no use. Sour Sweet was winning every second, and she blocked every move she could throw.

“You know for a bounty hunter, you sure are weak!” Sour Sweet said, “But at the same time, you’ve got an amazing figure! I can see why Smallfoot dated you!”

Sour punched Road Rage in the groin, sending her down on her hands and knees, coughing and breathing heavily from the pain, coughing up a bit of some blue blood, presumably Energon. But as she stared back up at Sour, she could only stare right up at an angry face.

“You hurt my girlfriend you coward. You left her to die out in an open battlefield, and you never even came back to save her. You are a disgrace to the Autobots…”, Sour snarled.

Road Rage breathed some more as she tried to calm down from the pain.

“I… never… wanted… to hurt her!”

“Then you shouldn’t have abandoned her!” Sour kicked her hard in her stomach, knocking her down onto her back.

Once she was down, she moaned in pain and she slowly tried to move back up, but instead she felt her arms clamped down by two big gray arms. As she looked up, she could see the faces of Indigo Zap and Sunny Flare in her sight as she pinned her down.

“We’ve got her! So… what are we doing now?”

“I know the first thing I’m doing,” Sour said, pulling out a small tool from her side. In her hand was a small U-shaped clamp, which started to move towards Road Rage’s face.

“No, no, keep that away from me, no, Mmmf! Mmm!”

Sour Sweet held the clamp over her mouth, and she tightened the screws on the side of the clamp, tightening it. Now she wouldn’t be able to speak.

“You’re mine… and you’ve got a lot of explaining to do, Road Hog.”

Sour swung her fist way back, and she threw a mighty big punch into her face, making her scream into her gag. The scream was so loud, it got the attention of Overload and Scatterspike who were occupied with Sugarcoat and Lemon Zest.

"No... Road Rage!" Overload shouted.

"Come on! We've got to get moving before they throw any more of that stuff at us," Scatterspike said, pulling on Overload's arm.

"No, we can't leave her!"

"She can protect herself, lets go!"

Overload turned himself around and grabbed Scatterspike by the shoulders, raising her up and staring at her dead in the eye.

"You listen to me close, porcupine... Road Rage is my best friend, and friends do NOT leave each other. We're not leaving without her, and that's it. Understood?" Overload nodded.

"A-Alright...", Scatterspike said.

Overload set her back down, and he turned himself back around with his hammer in his hand ready to swing.

"Just one throw to that Autobot, and that'll buy some time," Overload said.

Before he could make the swing, a large pulsing sting of electricity surged through his body, sending thousands of volts through his bloodstream making him scream in pain, and dropping his body down on the ground.

"No... gotta... save her...", Overload said as his eyes slowly closed, setting into unconscious. His left hand slowly opened up as his body shut down on him, descending into sleep mode.

Scatterspike just shook her head, "I'm sorry Overload. I know you're not going to like this, but we have to go. I'm sorry..."

Road Rage's eyes widened and her emotion changed to frightened.

"Fghttmrfpngm! Plmhfm! Dhn't lmhvm mm!" Road Rage tried to scream. Her gag was tightened enough that she couldn't even cry for help.

Scatterspike somberly looked back at Road Rage and shook her head.

"I'm... I'm sorry..."

With Overload tossed onto the flatbed unconsious, she transformed into her jeep mode and hooked up with the flatbed. Her tires swerved, and she sped off far from the group of girls, leaving Road Rage tied up and left with the girls.

"Nh! Whnt, plmhfm!"

Sour Sweet just grabbed her and turned her on her back, staring her dead in the eye with her head unit's visor.

"Not so fun when you're left for the enemy, is it?" Sour asked, "Now you know how my girlfriend felt when you abandoned her for dead."

Road Rage tried her best to keep her face far from Sour's head unit, but she couldn't. Sour's arm clenched her head tightly, making her unable to move.

Sour turned her head to the side, staring down at Sugarcoat who stood by.

"Sugarcoat, call Highbrow. We're going to need to borrow the interrogation table for a bit. Only this interrogation is going to be a bit... deadly."

The Transformers will return after these messages...

Author's Note

So things are now heating up.

Sorry for this being late guys!

Interrogation

Author's Note

Why would she need a kidney--
To feed the cat Rose!

I hope I explained a good chunk in this chapter, because I feel like there's a few things I might have missed, but that's just me.

Interrogation

We now return to the Transformers...

A Groundbridge portal opened up for all of the girls. And stepping through the portal first was Sour Sweet who carried a bound and gagged Road Rage over her shoulder. Keeping her eye on the prisoner behind her was Sunny Flare and Indigo Zap, and lastly was Lemon Zest and Sugarcoat.

The portal closed behind them.

"Okay, now that we're here... its time we do a little interrogation," Sour said.

"Um, dearie? Sour? Sweetie? You uh... um... you want me to hold Road Rage for you? Its no trouble at all, honest!"

Sour just turned around and snarled, "I can hold her Sunny. Now lets get to work."

All five of them walked over to a rectangular shaped table that was big enough for a single Bot, and they threw the former Autobot's body down on it. Holding her down, a set of laser restraints wrapped around her legs, keeping her pinned down. Then, still wearing the Apex Armor suits, Sunny and Indigo held Road Rage's arms while Sour took the stasis-cuffs off of her, and the two strapped her arms down, and let two new laser restraints wrap around her wrists to keep her to the table.

One final laser bind came around, this time appearing in the middle, and wrapping around her chest and keeping it strapped down. Now she was completely tied down to the interrogation table.

Road Rage slowly moved her head to the side as she stared up at Sour Sweet's giant suit. She could feel the anger flowing through her veins as the suit's fists clenched tight, rattling and clattering.

"I could tear open your spark, right here, and right now...", Sour growled in anger. She had been wanting to unleash of all her anger, all of her pent up rage against the fembot for what she did to her girlfriend. But even when she started pounding her back over near the storage units, it didn't satisfy her.

"Okay... so... what are we going to do to her?" Sunny Flare asked.

"I say we open up this glitch and see what makes her tick," Sour grumbled, "Not that any of you heard me."

"I say we torture her until she talks!" Indigo Zap shouted, "She deserves as much torture as Smallfoot probably did when she was abandoned."

"Wait, wait, wait," Sunny Flare interrupted, "Are we sure torturing her is really the best way? Is this what we are? What do you think Optimus Prime would say if he found out we were using these kind of tactics? What if our guardians found out we were doing this? What would Smallfoot say if she found out you were doing this?"

Sour hadn't thought about that. All she could think about was how much she was hurt, and how much she could do to make her better. But she didn't think how she would feel about capturing the bot that hurt her and being merciless against her. Maybe hurting her wouldn't be the right thing to do.

"Fmhllfhht'f nhhr gnrlfrnmnd?" Road Rage asked, her voice muffled under the clamp.

"What did she just ask?"

"She just asked if Smallfoot was your girlfriend," Lemon replied.

"Wait, you can understand people when they're gagged?" Indigo asked.

"Uh-huh."

"Okay, here's my second question... how?" Indigo asked.

"Oh, uh... well, um..."

"Lemon... not now," Sour said, raising a hand up.

Sour just sighed, and she took a moment to think.

"Okay, fine, we'll try to be logical about this. We won't torture her. But if she's going to be difficult... and if she STILL doesn't give us any answers..."

"Then maybe that's when torture is actually effective," Sugarcoat replied.

"... Fine. We might as well get started then."

Sour slowly moved her hand towards Road Rage's face, but she just turned her head around away from her.

"Road Rage? I'm not gonna hurt you."

Road Rage didn't budge. She had been beaten so long that she didn't have any amount of trust for her.

"Allow me, maybe she'll cooperate with me," Sunny Flare said.

Sunny Flare tapped her by the head, getting her attention. She slowly turned her head to look at Sunny's face in the helmet of the mask, who offered a friendly face.

"I'm just trying to take that gag off so you can speak. Okay? Look, none of us are going to hurt you. Well... maybe Sour wants to, but the rest of us aren't going to hurt you. Okay?"

Road Rage wanted to shake her head no, but it didn't seem like she had much of a choice. Her tracking mechanism was destroyed and she didn't carry any communications on her. No one could possibly pick up her signal where she was. Slowly turning her head, she stayed still as Sunny moved her hand out and started to undo the gag around her mouth.

"Okay, I'm going to take that gag out of your mouth, and when I do, we've got some questions we need to ask you. Are you going to cooperate with us?"

Road Rage just simply nodded, wanting the gag to be completely off.

"Okay. I'm taking off the gag, but you better talk."

Road Rage cooperated, and Sunny Flare removed the clamp from her mouth, allowing her to speak. Once the clamp was off, Road Rage breathed heavily, finally being able to open her mouth.

"Alright, start talking. Where did you come from? Why are you here? How are you here? What possible reason could you have for showing up here on Earth? And most importantly, why did you leave my girlfriend?" Sour snapped.

Road Rage sighed, and she rested her head against the back board.

"Are you sure you want to know the truth?"

"Yeah, I do!"

"Well I'm sorry but YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH," Road Rage hissed.

"Tell me, NOW!"

"Okay, okay! I'll tell you the truth! Sheesh..."

Road Rage took a moment to collect her thoughts before looking back up.

"Look, I'm not here to attack any of your Autobot friends, and I didn't come here to scare your girlfriend... Smallfoot. Scaring her was the last thing I ever wanted to do...", Road Rage said sadly.

The girls exchanged some glances to one another. Her somber tone sounded a little odd. This was Smallfoot's ex-girlfriend. But it sounded like she was... sorry?

"Wait... what do you mean last thing you want to do?" Sour asked.

Road Rage took a moment to take a deep breath, and relaxed.

"Look... I... maybe I better tell you what happened. Back when Cybertron was still alive--"

"I know what happened, you met Smallfoot at a bar, you dated for a while, and then you FREAKING ABANDONED HER IN A BATTLE TO DIE SO YOU COULD RUN OFF AND JOIN THE CIRCUS!"

Road Rage glared at Sour with a frown.

"I have no idea what a 'circus' is, but I'm willing to bet that's not at all what I ran off to."

"Then what did you do?" Sugarcoat asked.

Road Rage took a moment of silence, but she looked at all of them the best she could.

"Okay. Everyone, gather around. You want to know what went down between us? I'll tell you the whole story."

"I'm going to get something real quick," Sour Sweet said to the girls, "I'm still going to be listening Road Rage, so you better talk."

Sour Sweet stomped through an open door, leaving Road Rage with the girls. Now it was time to talk.

"Now, you all know we've been together for a while now. But... after a while of dating I... I just didn't feel anything between us. We barely had anything in common as time went on. We had different interests, we had different views and... the fights. Sweet Solus, the fights... we kept fighting over little things that bothered us, and we barely even got through them. I honestly wanted to end our relationship within those fights but... I didn't have the heart to tell Smallfoot. I didn't want to hurt her feelings."

"And you decided that an open battlefield was a good time?" Sugarcoat asked.

Road Rage glared at Sugarcoat, "No, I decided a good time would be when we were both on tables ready to be cooked to Sharkticons!"

"Can you just get back to the point here?" Sunny Flare asked.

"Right, right. Anyways... After a while, we kept on fighting and fighting and... it was there that, I wanted to end our relationship. We had nothing in common, we had nothing together as lovers and... nothing sparked. But I didn't know how to end our relationship. But then during that night out in the battlefield... that's when I seeked my opportunity. I didn't plan on leaving Smallfoot out in the battlefield if it was full of Decepticons, in fact, when I looked around, there weren't any Decepticons in sight. Since Smallfoot and I were assigned one objective which to was to find someone, I thought it was a mission that Smallfoot could handle by herself. She didn't need someone like me standing in her way."

The girls stayed silent as they listened to her speak. And Road Rage didn't see it, but Sour Sweet had returned in the room with another person, and they continued to listen to what she had to say.

"So... I took my chance, and I told her I was done. I was about to leave but then... Starscream and some of his Seeker friends arrived. I was planning on going back to help her but... when I looked up in the sky, there was an entire fleet on its way. There were only two of us, and hundreds of them. I didn't want to leave her but... I had no choice. So, with no other choice... I transformed, and I fled for my life. After I escaped, I... I destroyed my insignia with a knife to avoid being tracked, and I ran from Cybertron and stayed on Moon Base 1 for a little bit of time."

"And...? Any chance you can explain why you're suddenly now working with a bunch of scavengers?" Lemon asked.

Road Rage nodded, "After a bit of some time, I found a group run by Shadelock who were searching for mates for his crew. That's when he found me, Overload, and Scatterspike. And after that, I joined them and I found a new place in my life. Scavenging pirate/bounty hunter, collecting treasures across the galaxy, and getting paid to search for missing people and even those employed by mob bosses."

Everyone waited til she was finished, and they all looked to one another deep in their thoughts. But there was still some things they had to know.

"Why did you sign on with them?" Indigo asked.

"I signed with them because... they all think like me. In the entire war, we lose more people every day. I was tired of losing friends and family. I just couldn't take it anymore. They all took me in because they shared the same thoughts. We're all responsible for the war. None of us are innocent in this fight, and its all our fault. Everyone we know is gone all because of us. That's why I joined them... there's nothing worth fighting for."

"Nothing worth fighting for, huh?"

Road Rage's body shivered when she heard that voice. Tilting her head slightly, her eyes widened when she saw Sour Sweet... and Smallfoot standing right next to her with a cold glare.

"Um... how long was she standing there?"

"Long enough to hear you tell me why you left," Smallfoot snarled.

Road Rage gulped.

"Do you honestly believe there's nothing worth fighting for? Because let me tell you, there is. Our entire freedom, our entire planet, the galaxy is worth fighting for. All of the friends we lost, all of the families that are lost... all of us go out there and fight for our rights, our peace, our own freedom! All those Decepticons want is to dominate us all, living in fear and slavery! I fight with the Autobots because I believe that everyone deserves to be a free person, free to be what they want to be! But I guess you don't see that like I do," Smallfoot ranted.

Smallfoot turned herself around and she began to stomp out the door.

"And by the way Road Rage, if you didn't want to stay in a relationship as a couple... you should have just told me from the start."

Smallfoot converted into her pickup truck mode, and she drove out the door, leaving a cloud of dust behind and the rest of her friends to sit alone in silence. No one said a word. No one said anything else.

"Road Rage. Have you considered the possibility of just being friends with Smallfoot?"

"Can you really even do that?" Lemon asked.

"Actually, you can, depending on the person. Sunset and Flash Sentry are exes to one another, and they're friends."

Road Rage laid her head back on the table, letting out a small thump noise.

"So... what do we do now?" Lemon asked. "Do we call Optimus? Do we dump her on the streets?"

"I'm not sure what to do at this point Lemon," Sour Sweet said with a snarl, "I'm not even sure what to do with our little... prisoner."

The red pickup truck drove on the empty highway with a furious engine revving.

"Stupid... defecting.... DAGH!!! What is wrong with her!? There's always something worth fighting for! Maybe she needs to take her head out of her motherboard, and wake up! Ugh! Could this day get any worse!?

But as she made the turn, her wheels made a loud hissing noise as she bumped over some hard spikes on the road. The spikes were sharp enough that they poked through the rubber of her wheels, making the wheels grind into a halt.

Converting back to robot mode, she looked back at what she ran over.

"Road spikes? But, there's nothing to stop on this road."

"Oh, but there issssss..."

Smallfoot turned herself around to find the source of the voice, but instead she was met with a paralyzing shock of electricity, shocking her entire body! She groaned as she felt the agonizing pain within her body, and then she fell on her back she felt all lights around her slowly fading.

"We've got our bait guys. Road Rage is going to be very happy to hear we've finally got rid of the girl who tore her apart..."

The Transformers will return after these messages...

The Rules Change

Author's Note

Two chapters in one day, what a stroke of luck!

The Rules Change

We now return to the Transformers...

The rest of Shadelock's crew had arrived back to Canterlot after a failure of a mission, needless to say, neither one of the three that went to Shanghai were pleased with their success. Trying to find Demolisher was impossible, and trying to find cover was difficult even with all of their high tech gadgetry. So they were going to have to call it off with trying to find him, and go and deal with finding Fracture.

But since their spaceship was big enough to attract attention, they just left it cloaked up in the sky while they took a six-seated shuttle craft down to the ground. But where were they going to hide?

Luckily, the six of them picked out an empty warehouse for them to reside in for the meantime, which was off far away from the city so they could hide for the time being. Unfortunately, they didn't know that the warehouse had other things within it...

Overload during all of this was slowly trying to recharge and recover from the paralyzing shock that Scatterspike gave him which knocked him out. He wasn't planning on killing her, but he was extremely upset.

"I just wanted to save her, was that too much to ask? All I would have to do was knock them down and she would have been safe," Overload said, rubbing at his side.

"There was too many of them, and they had more gadgets than we did!"

"They were only a few teenagers against three adults, I think we could have taken them!" Overload said, wincing in pain.

"Look, we'll get Road Rage back, I promise. But right now, we needed to fall back for the time being."

"Ugh, fine," Overload groaned as he continued to rub at his wounds. He could still feel the scars that were right above his hip. "Hopefully Road Rage is faring better than we are."

"I'm sure she's fine, she's a tough girl. They won't break her."

Overload raised his up and looked at Scatterspike with a neutral face.

"I broke her into telling me why she didn't want to see Smallfoot again. She's tough as nails, but there are some things she may break over," Overload said.

"Did you threaten to kill her? Is that how you got her to tell you?"

Overload frowned and glared at Scatterspike.

"No, I challenged her to an Energon-eating contest."

Scatterspike rolled her eyes.

"Are you sure this warehouse is a good idea? There's several dangerous canisters of flammable acids down in the basement of this facility, and some even on the top floor and on this floor," Overload said.

"That's why I told you to get rid of them!" Scatterspike said.

"You were awake, you should have gotten rid of them!"

"Well I- oh, hey. Shadelock's back!"

The sound of walking footsteps caught their attention, and looking behind, they caught sight of Shadelock, Roughedge, and the Insecticon all walking through the open door-less garage door. And on Roughedge's shoulder was a pair of legs along with two red wrists that were clamped together.

"Overload, Scatterspike. I think we've got just the thing to get Road Rage back. The Autobots may have her, but we've got something they want."

"And that is?" Overload asked.

Roughedge threw the captive down onto her back, making her wince in pain. Everyone gathered around and took a good look. Awake and frightened, was a bound and gagged Smallfoot.

"Lmt mm gh! Hm'vm ght nhthnng th dh wnth nhh! Lmt mm gh! Plmhfm!"

Scatterspike leaned down to her and chuckled, "Sorry sweetheart, you aren't going anywhere."

Every single one of them stared deviously at Smallfoot. The one girl that Road Rage swore to never see again, and she was right here in front of them. All of them smiled as an evil plot lingered in their minds of what to do with her... except for one face.

"Shadelock. Question."

"Yes?", Shadelock asked.

"Why do you have Smallfoot, and why is she tied up? With a gag in her mouth?" Overload asked sarcastically.

"We found her, and we captured her. Besides, Road Rage despises this Guardian," Shadelock replied.

"... Road Rage never said she hated Smallfoot," Overload said, "All she ever said was that she didn't want to see her to bring up bad memories. But you wouldn't know that, now would you?"

Shadelock stared at Overload with beaming eyes.

"If I recall, you told us that you promised you wouldn't do anything to her. You. Not us. You nor Road Rage said anything about the rest of us. She just told us not to bring her up or mention her in a conversation," Shadelock said.

"She never said we couldn't use her as bait to get her free from her prison," Roughedge said.

"This is making absolutely no sense," Overload bluntly said.

"We can work this out," Shadelock said. "Forewing, take her over to our little corner on the second floor of this place. And keep her secure. She won't be going anywhere for a while."

The Insecticon nodded and he grabbed Smallfoot, hoisting her over his shoulder. Then carefully walking, he stomped on the floor going underneath a giant hole that was in the ceiling. Taking the advantage of the size, he tossed her up where she landed on a ledge with some more solid ground. Once she was up, the Insecticon grabbed the ledge and climbed up, disappearing onto the second floor, leaving the others below.

Once they were gone, Shadelock turned himself around and he glared at Overload.

"Look, you're not in command here Overload. Road Rage needs out, and this the only way we can get her free from those Autobots."

"Shadelock... I want her free just as much as you do, but I made a personal promise to her that I would do absolutely NOTHING to her. I said I wouldn't harm her, and I wouldn't touch her. This is breaking her promise. What do you even plan on doing with her?"

Shadelock turned to walk up to Roughedge and he stood by next to him and to Scatterspike.

"We're going to see if we can ask the Autobots for a bit of negotiation. Once she's handed back to us, Smallfoot will pay the price. Which, in case you aren't understanding well enough... she dies."

Overload wouldn't be surprised that they'd be axing off someone, but this time it really did surprise him. Smallfoot was part of a sworn enemy, but she didn't do anything wrong here. She was completely innocent in this situation, and they were going out of their way to hurt an innocent girl. And he made a promise to Road Rage that he wouldn't harm her at all.

But wait. Not only was Smallfoot innocent, but she was a girlfriend to one of those life forms. She was going to be devastated if she found out what they did to her.

"But, Smallfoot's innocent in this. Road Rage said she was the one who did something wrong, not her! And she's got a girlfriend who packs a punch, if she finds out that she's dead--"

"Isn't it wonderful?" Roughedge asked delightfully.

"I don't give a flying Fuzor what her girlfriend may think."

Overload's foot stomped into the ground as he glared at them.

"Kidnapping wanted criminals and fugitives is one thing, kidnapping someone who had nothing to do with what's going on is going too far!"

"Enough whining! I don't want to hear any more out of you!"

Overload growled, "I made a promise to Road Rage I wouldn't harm her, and that's a promise I plan to keep! Something you obviously cannot keep!"

Shadelock's left arm transformed into a fusion cannon, Roughedge pulled out a few guns from his side pockets, and Scatterspike drew two sharp quill blades from her back.

"Are you saying you don't want to live?"

Overload's foot stomped into the ground and he drew his hammer from his side.

"I'm saying I don't want to harm someone who didn't deserve it, and I'm keeping a promise to a best friend! Even if it means I have to slaughter all of you!"

Overload swung his hammer around and he threw it like a spear at the group of three. The three ducked in time and watched as the hammer slammed into the wall, breaking part of it and creating a hole. But the hammer just flew right back through the hole and back into Overload's hand, where he clutched it tightly.

"So you are a traitor after all Overload," Shadelock said pointing his cannon at the former Decepticon.

"I know what I am, and that's a best friend. I don't care what it takes, she's getting out of this place alive!"

"Would that be Road Rage... or our captive?"

Overload was about to reply back, but Shadelock interrupted him by firing three laser shots into the side of his chest, making him groan in pain.

"AGGGH!!!!"

Overload fell on his hands and knees, with one hand clenched tightly over to his wounds. The hot laser was burning his scars, making the pain increase some more.

"Do you want any more of that, or do you want to be healed and get Road Rage back?" Roughedge asked.

Overload's head looked up and he snarled at the three of them with a devil-like stare.

"I'll get Road Rage back on my own, and I'll be getting her ex-girlfriend back alive too, this I swear..."

Overload slowly stood back up and he quickly converted into his sports car mode. Swerving his tires on the ground, he sped out of the warehouse, creating skid marks on the pavement of the warehouse floor and onto the small laneway that led to the garage door, into the street.

"Should we chase him?" Scatterspike asked.

"No. He'll be coming back, I can tell. And when he does... we'll be ready for him," Shadelock said with a fusion cannon loading up with energy.

The Transformers will return after these messages...

Round Up

Author's Note

Do what you want because a pirate is free, you are a pirate!

Round Up

We now return to the Transformers...

Back at the small base, Sour Sweet was pacing back and forth, with a cross look on her face. What was she going to do now? They had gotten her to spill all of the beans, but what were they going to do? What were they going to do with her?

"Sour, you've been pacing for almost an hour, please stop!" Lemon pleaded.

"I don't know what to do with her Lemon! What am I going to do?"

"Sour!" Sunny interrupted.

Sour stopped pacing back and forth and she turned around to look at Sunny.

"Don't you think that maybe we should talk to her some more? Maybe we can get some more information out of her. If she was willing to give herself up just from being held down, then we should find out all we know about her," Sunny Flare said.

Sour groaned, "Fine. But don't expect me to nice to her."

"You weren't nice to her at all," Sugarcoat replied.

The five girls came back into the room where Road Rage was still tied down to a table, patiently waiting for them.

"Okay Road Rage, we're back."

"And?"

Sour sighed before scrunching her face, "Okay, so if I can understand everything you've told us... you never wanted to hurt Smallfoot, you had no intention of hurting her, and the only reason you are here is to hunt down a fugitive?"

Road Rage nodded, "Believe me, hurting Smallfoot is my last intention. I never wanted to hurt her. And if I could apologize to her for everything I did, I would. But... even after what I did, I don't think she'll ever forgive me."

"Well... maybe you can apologize," Sour said. "I don't know where she ran off to, but maybe if I can call her and get her to come back to you, maybe you can apologize."

"Can you?" Road Rage asked.

Sour nodded and she pulled out her phone, "Alright, lets see if she hasn't gone far."

Sour dialed in the number, and she held it to her ear, waiting for the phone to pick up.

"Okay... hold on its ringing."

After a few more moments, the phone finally picked up.

"Hey, uh, Smallfoot? Is there any chance I can talk to you for a second?

"Fhhr! Plmhfm! Hmlp!"

Sour's eyes bulged out of her skull when she listened to her cry.

"Uh..."

But just as she was about to respond, the phone hung up on her, making a dial tone noise. Sour put the phone away, back into her pocket and she looked to the others.

"Something's wrong...", Sour said worryingly.

"What do you mean?" Sunny asked.

"Well-"

At that moment, one of the computer monitors in the base began to make a loud ringing noise. Was someone calling them? Sugarcoat walked over to one of them and she squinted her eyes as she looked on the monitor.

"We're picking up a strange signal. Can't tell if its Autobot or Decepticon," Sugarcoat said.

"Set it into audio only, I don't need them finding out who we are just yet. Safety, you know."

Sugarcoat did just that, and the call was answered.

"Hello? Can anyone hear me? Anyone who can help!?"

"Overload?", Sour asked.

"Wait... I recognize that voice. You're Sour Sweet, aren't you?"

"Yeah... why?"

"Listen, I need to talk to you and your friends. This is important! Smallfoot is in danger and you are the only people I can talk to right now," Overload replied with urgency.

"What? Why!?"

"I'll explain everything, but I need to talk to all of you, and I'm hurt! I'm leaking lots of Energon and I won't be going very far unless I find someone who can repair me!"

"Okay, okay... just give us a moment!"

Sour and the girls looked at each other with confused faces.

"What do you think girls?"

"I say let him suffer. He's with those pirates!", Indigo said.

"But what if he's telling the truth, have you considered that a possibility?" Sunny Flare asked.

"Sunny, out of every situation like this, isn't letting the company in by themselves a bad idea?"

"Look! If someone can open up a Groundbridge, I'll cross through it to take a look if he's by himself. If he is, we'll let him through. Okay?"

Everyone nodded.

"Okay. Sugarcoat, can you open up a Groundbridge?"

"Already on it," Sugarcoat replied.

Sugarcoat whipped her hands onto the keyboard and she began typing into the main computer. This was the only way for her gain access control over the Groundbridge portal.

With a quick type into the keyboard, a Groundbridge portal began to spawn in the gateway that was built into the lab. Then, as soon as it was open, Sour Sweet slowly walked towards it with a weapon at the ready, and she poked her head through the portal to look to the other side.

After a few moments, she pulled her head back in and she stepped aside. Slowly driving through the portal was a black sports car which was leaking blue fluids behind it as it drove through the portal. The portal closed, and everyone set their eyes on the sports car.

"Overload, is it?" Sour asked, "Mind if you transform?"

"Uh... I'll try," Overload said.

The sports car slowly began to change its shape into the Cybertronian it disguised, but the whirring sounds sounded a little like it was malfunctioning. Like the car was in need of maintenance, but the car still managed to pull through its full transformation.

The back end of the car turned itself into a pair of legs, two arms sprouted from under the car, the front grille and hood of the car began to transform into the chest, the doors began to slide on top of the car, forming into wings, and a head pulled itself out from the socket, finishing the transformation.

Overload slowly pulled himself up, but he only managed to work enough strength to take a knee out to keep himself up. He his left hand clamped his side as Energon continued to bleed.

"Life on Earth hasn't been kind to you, has it?" Sugarcoat asked.

Overload's eyes glared at Sugarcoat for a brief moment before wincing in pain, "Agh... ow..."

"Overload, what happened?"

Overload turned himself around to look at Sour with a serious look.

"Shadelock and his crew have your girl. They believe Road Rage wants her dead, and so they're keeping her as a hostage in exchange for her in return," Overload replied.

"They took my girl!?"

"Wait, what!?" Road Rage shouted from the table, slowly moving up as best as she could to Overload, "I never said I wanted her dead!"

"I tried telling them that, but they wouldn't listen. When I defied order, I got this," Overload said, removing his hand and exposing his wounds.

"Is there anything else they plan on doing that we don't know?" Sour growled.

"Yes. They plan on double-crossing you all at the right moment. As soon as Road Rage is returned, they plan on executing Smallfoot. And as much as I despise the Autobots... she's no Autobot, and as far as I'm concerned, she's innocent."

"What do we do?" Indigo asked.

"We have to... wait. Why are you coming to us about this? Why are you not wanting to kill my girlfriend?" Sour asked.

Overload bent down a little closer to Sour Sweet, and looked her dead in the eye.

"I made a promise for Road Rage that as long as we both live, neither one of us will hurt her. She didn't want me to make the same mistake she did, so I made a promise that I would never hurt your girl."

"But... why?"

Overload looked back to Road Rage who was still tied to the table and offered her a friendly smile.

"Because friends are family. And I'm happy to say that Road Rage is my best friend."

Road Rage felt a few tears nipping at the sides of her eyes and a smile graced her face.

"That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me...", Road Rage said.

"Ahem? Mind if we get back on track here?"

Everyone turned their attention back to Sour Sweet who looked at each and every one of them.

"Well... what are we going to do?" Sunny asked.

"I'll tell you what we're not doing. We're not letting them win, and I am not going to let them hurt my Big Rig. They mess with my girlfriend, they mess with me... And we're going to take them down. Overload, can I ask you to help us? I know we just beat the living scrap out of you several hours ago, but we could use your help," Sour asked.

Overload smirked, "Well, since a fellow human such as yourself needs assistance, I'll gladly help you."

"Perfect. Oh, and Overload? You like to be ruthless don't you? Well... be ruthless all you want on those guys," Sour giggled.

Overload gave Sour a big smile on his face, flashing a sparkle in his teeth.

"You read my mind. But, there's just one problem... I cannot go far unless I'm repaired. I'm not particularly useful when wounded."

"I get you repaired. I just need an Apex Armor suit to be at your height," Sugarcoat said.

"Perfect..."

Roughly half an hour later, Overload had his repairs finished, and he was able to move on his own. Gathering with the girls, along with Road Rage who was let out of her restraints, they all gathered round to hear Sour's plans.

"Okay everyone, I know those guys may have an upper hand, but this means we will too. I want Lemon, Indigo, and Overload to distract Shadelock and his crew and keep them away from the building, while I go inside and get Smallfoot free. In the case we are followed, I would like Sunny Flare and Sugarcoat to come with me. More hands make less work," Sour replied.

"Wait, what about me?" Road Rage asked.

"What about you?"

"Don't you want me to have something to do?" Road Rage asked.

"... Oh yeah, I do. Get out."

"What?"

"I want you out of here. You're free, go, get out of here."

"Sour, you're just bumping her off like that?" Sunny asked.

"Yes, I am."

"Sour, listen."

Road Rage kneed down and looked at the yellow-skinned girl in the eye.

"Its my fault for what I did to Smallfoot, I won't deny that. And I won't deny that she doesn't deserve any of this. But I want to help. I want to help you save her. She deserves an apology from me, and I'll do whatever it takes to get her back to you safely. Even if it means I have to die."

The girls looked to one another with some shocked faces, including Overload. None of them had heard her talk like this. This girl that abandoned Sour's girlfriend in the battlefield was willing to pay the ultimate price for the crime she had done. And she was willing to help them.

"Whoa... heavy," Lemon said.

Sour thought long and hard about Road Rage's request. Should she, or should she not? The somber look in her eyes looked sincere, and she sounded like she meant every word.

Sighing, she looked at the bounty hunter, "You mean every word?"

Road Rage nodded.

"I'll do whatever it takes to get her back. I mean it."

Sour took a deep breath and looked to the bounty hunter, this time with a more friendly look.

"Okay, I suppose you come with us. Some extra hands could be nice."

"Then its settled then. We're all in this together now," Sunny replied.

"Yes, but there's one more thing I'd like us to do... you two said your group were pirates, right?"

Overload and Road Rage nodded.

"And you two occasionally go looting and search for buried treasure, correct?"

"Nothing finer than hunting for buried treasure," Overload said.

"Hm... you don't look like pirates. But I think this can be something we can use. I think its time we gave your former mates a taste of Earth culture. Sunny, can I ask you to grab some of your makeup supplies from your house?"

"Um, I suppose I can. Why?"

Sour gave a wink, "Trust me, you're going to find out just what I've got planned."

Elsewhere, Smallfoot remained bound to her binds. She was still stuck on the top floor, on the ground, with her wrists tied behind her back and her mouth clamped. She had been struggling to get free ever since her captors had brought her up to the top floor.

There wasn't anything she could do to get herself free. Nothing for her to try and grab, no tools to kick to herself, but wait. Her feet were still free, and they didn't remove the chip from her that would give her powers. The headlights on her chest could fire laser beams. She could still break out of here!

Desperately, she looked to see what she could do. Maybe there was some way she could bounce the laser beams off and hit her restraints, she could melt them down and get out. But how? Only something with a reflective surface could possibly bounce lasers off.

She turned her head to the left and she paused when she saw something. A mirror that was on the wall. And there were a few broken shards that were next to it. Big shards in fact. These were just the size she needed...

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"...Baby?"

Shadelock slowly turned his head and his eye widened when he saw the sight of their prisoner standing with a fully armed gun in her arms, not harmed, was Smallfoot. The gun in her arms had three barrels at the end, and part of the clamp that was used to silence her was shown to be mostly cut but there was one small bit of it still hanging off the side, attached to her face.

"How did you even escape?" Shadelock asked.

"You guys are really bad at holding hostages. You didn't even bother to keep an eye on me."

"We're not really good with holding hostages. Our attention span for that isn't really high." Overload said nonchalantly.

"Really? You have the attention to kidnap someone and raid places for treasure, but you can't even hold a hostage?" Sugarcoat asked with a deadpan look.

"Enough wasting time! Fight!" Sour yelled, punching Shadelock's face again. Shadelock moved himself back up and swung at Sour with his claw, trying to slice her armor.

Smallfoot growled at the sight of the pirate leader trying to kill her girlfriend, so she made the next move. Holding the gun, she aimed it and pulled the trigger, releasing a huge onslaught of lasers which kept hitting Shadelock and making him losing his focus and penetrating his armor.

Once he was down on the ground, Smallfoot let go of the trigger and she tossed the gun to the ground, letting it steam some more. She looked in front of her and she smiled to her girlfriend.

"Thanks babe. You don't know how happy I am to see you." Smallfoot smiled.

Sour couldn't help but smile back, even though her girlfriend couldn't see it. "Its not a problem sweetie. You needed help. Now lets crush these wannabes!"

Sour and Smallfoot stood together side by side, and they rushed into the fight.

Road Rage fought Roughedge in a sparing round, as the two of them kept punching each other either in the face, the gut, or in the shoulders. Off to the side, Lemon Zest and Sugarcoat just watched as the two of them kept going.

"Who you betting on?" Lemon asked as she watched the two brawl.

"I never said I was betting on this fight." Sugarcoat replied, not looking at Lemon's grin.

Road Rage was punched right in her face and she fell to the ground. The minute she was laying on her back, Roughedge pulled out a gun and pointed it to her face ready to shoot her.

"You were always weak Road Rage. Good thing you won't be around anymore..." Roughedge snarled as the gun warmed up.

Road Rage closed her eyes and turned her head away, bracing herself for the shot. Instead, she only heard the sound of a hard punch and a groan. She slowly opened her eyes to take a glance and she saw Roughedge was now on the ground, groaning in pain while Smallfoot was staring down on him.

"Don't even think about coming right back up because I'm just going to kick you back down." Smallfoot said, shaking her head. She looked down at Road Rage and she offered a hand to the pirate.

She blinked for a moment and looked in confusion.

"Wh-What are you doing?"

"Offering you a hand. Now come on, pull yourself up."

Road Rage could only give a small smile and she accepted her hand, and pulled herself back up on her feet.

"Thanks." Road Rage replied. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. But right now, lets just focus on fighting these pirates."

Scatterspike let out a growl as she tried to fight Indigo Zap and Sunny Flare who kept dodging each of her swipes from the quills in her hands. Upset with the lack of making any moves, she turned herself around with her back and tail pointed at the girls.

"Wait, what is she doing?" Sunny asked.

Their question was answered very quickly as the quills on her back began glowing in bright pink. Both girls instantly caught on.

"Hit the deck!"

Scatterspike's quills all swooped over the girls and all jutted right into the walls of the warehouse they hid in. One of the quills however skewered some metal from a barrel, and oil began leaking out of metallic drum.

Indigo and Sunny who had ducked down slowly moved up and stared back at the all of the marks the quill had made in the wall, including the leaking cylinder.

"Okay... that's bad." Indigo said, gritting her teeth,

"Unless it gets set on fire. Until then, watch how you fight." Sunny replied, helping Indigo back up on her feet.

Overload and Forewing continued to duke it out, but neither one of them could make their moves. Both of them were equally matched, and none of them could find their weak points.

Annoyed, Overload growled and he pulled out his hammer and stared at the Insecticon with a deathly glare.

"That's it... I've had enough of this. I didn't want to resort to this, but your time is done."

Overload raised his hammer high up in the air, and a loud thunderclap shook the ground. While he kept his eyes on the Insecticon's visor, a surge of blue lighting zapped the gray mallet making it glow in neon blue.

As soon as it finished, he pointed the gavel at the insect and a massive surge of lightning began to dance all over Forewing's body, making him scream in pain and agony. The lightning was giving his servos and gears pain, making him lose his focus. Slowly moving, he looked forward and was smacked in the face with the forge, resulting in his entire body falling limp onto the ground.

Sugarcoat raised an eyebrow as he stared at the former pirate bot. "What are you? You some sort of god?"

Overload stared back at the bespectacled girl and gave a confused look. "No. Primus is a god. The so called 'Legend of Unicron' is a god, but I am not."

"Eh, never mind." Sugarcoat shrugged.

Overload just shrugged it off and climbed on top of the Insecticon holding the hammer tightly and raised it up.

"Bye bye, Forewing... you're no longer allowed to live."

Overload threw the hammer down towards his face, and everything in Forewing's vision turned to black. Everything went lights out and he heard nothing else. Not even the sound of everyone's yells or the smashing of a hammer against hard steel.

Shadelock slowly opened his eyes as the sounds of the roaring battle filled the air. He looked up and he ducked back down as a giant flaming arm shot right above him and slammed against the wall in the warehouse.

The pirate leader got himself up on his feet and he slowly walked out of the warehouse, with an arm turned into a cannon ready to fight once again. He pointed the gun towards Sour's power suit and as soon as she was distracted, he pulled the trigger with multiple shots, sending more damage to the walking machine.

Sour glanced at the suit's damages and she sighed. The suit was too heavily damaged and she couldn't take any more. With no other choice, the head unit jumped from its socket, letting the power suit fall onto the ground like a sack of potatoes.

Shadelock pointed his arm at Smallfoot who caught Sour just as she flew in the air.

"Alright. I've had enough of this. You're going to die either way." Shadelock said as the gun warmed up.

Smallfoot held Sour close and she slowly backed off, not wanting to feel the sting of the blast. Thankfully, they wouldn't have to see it as someone interrupted.

Road Rage had jumped right in front of the two of them and she stretched her arms out, blocking the both of them.

"If you want someone to shoot, you shoot me. I deserve it."

Shadelock blinked. "Why are you making this so difficult for yourself? Why won't you let us finish her off already?"

Road Rage felt her fists clenching and her armor rattling in anger. "Because its my fault! I'm the one to blame for this! She didn't do anything wrong, and its my fault. I left her behind in that battlefield, and I should never have left her alone. And for that, I will pay the price. If you want someone to die... then you're going to have to kill me instead."

Silence was fallen, and the area became quiet. Everyone was just staring at one another, waiting for when the time to strike would come. But so far no one made a sound. The girls all looked around, and they watched as the robots just glared at one another with stern cold looks. If looks could kill, they'd be dropping dead right now.

But something wasn't quite right. A strange smell filled the air, and a little bit of gray smoke was steaming right out of the warehouse.

"Wait a minute. Girls, is something burning?" Indigo asked.

"No, that's just the smell that comes out of my oven whenever I burn a pizza." Sugarcoat replied with a deadpan look.

"No, really, something's burning." Lemon followed, sniffing the air.

Road Rage glanced behind Shadelock and her eyes bulged from her sockets.

"Uh oh..."

Shadelock turned around and he let out a small gasp as he saw that there was some parts of the inside that were caught on fire. Wood from the ceiling were engulfed in flames, and the small fires were now beginning to spread all throughout the building.

"Scrap! Everyone, run!" Smallfoot yelled, transforming into pickup mode.

Sour Sweet climbed into the driver seat, and the rest of the girls jumped into the back of the truck. Shadelock, Roughedge, and Scatterspike all had horrified looks on their faces, and they violently transformed back into their own individual vehicle modes and they left the area before the girls could.

Then as they were gone, Road Rage transformed into her car mode, while Overload transformed as well, grabbing whatever remains of the dead Insecticon he could to take with.

"Go! Go! Go!" Sour yelled.

All of their tires swerved along the pavement as they skidded out of the warehouse area, leaving only black skidmarks on the road behind them as they quickly drove away.

The fire in the warehouse began spread faster and faster as the two groups attempted to flee. Soon enough, a small flame dropped onto the leaked oil which consumed more flame, going straight up a little trail that connected to the rest of the oil, leading to the barrels.

Far from the warehouse, the girls glanced back to see if there was going to be any sign of an explosion or a BOOM. So far, there was no sign. Maybe they were panicking over nothing.

All of them put on the brakes, grinding into a halt. They waited for a brief moment, and then out of nowhere, they were all taken by surprise.

A loud tremor shook the very ground they were sitting on, and off in the distance they could see a very big explosion of red, orange, and black filling the air. The sound of the blast was so loud it rattled the three cars as it sent shockwaves across the land.

Thankfully, the blast died down, and the group felt the tremors no more. The girls jumped off of the back of Smallfoot, and Sour Sweet stepped out of the truck. Once the girls were off, all three of the life forms transformed into their alternate forms and looked at the smog that emerging from the blast.

"Thank the gods we weren't there," Sunny sighed in relief.

Sour looked around, taking good long looks at everyone. "Is everyone okay?"

"I think so."

"I'm fine."

"I'm having bug tonight!"

The girls stared at Overload with an awkward look. Sour however didn't look at the remains of the Insecticon he grabbed with him. Instead, she was just holding onto her girlfriend in a big hug, not wanting to let go.

Smallfoot smiled and she wrapped her arms around Sour, pulling her close and sighing in relief. She was happy to be back with her partner once again.

"I'm glad you're okay sweetie." Smallfoot cooed.

Sour grinned and she gave a small peck on her gray cheek. "I'm glad you're okay too. How did you even escape?"

"Well, first of all, none of them bothered to keep an eye on me which gave me all the time I could to build myself a little escape plan. Plus, at the top of that warehouse, there was a lot of broken mirrors in the room I was put in. And since there were plenty of me to grab and use, I set them up the best I could, and as soon as they were set, I used some of my lasers to cut through my restraints."

"But, where do you even have an extra set of lasers?" Indigo asked.

Smallfoot glanced down to her chest and everyone got a good look to see the truck headlights on her chest blink on and off.

"Headlights. Simple as that."

Lemon let out a small snicker, and she covered her mouth trying not to burst out laughing.

"Don't even think about it." Sour scowled.

Lemon let out a cough and cleared her throat. "Sorry. Sorry. Bad habit."

Sour looked back to her girlfriend. "I'm glad you're okay."

Smallfoot smiled. "I'm just happy to see that you came for me."

"Actually... it wasn't entirely me. Road Rage, actually helped put together a plan."

Smallfoot turned her head up and looked at the pirate who slowly backed away out of fear.

"You... you thought part of this plan out?"

Road Rage gulped and let out a small nod. By surprise, Road Rage was met with Smallfoot giving her a big hug instead of an assault.

Her arms wrapped around Road's back, as she gave her a big hug. With a small smile on Road's face, she slowly moved her arms around Smallfoot's and gave her a hug in return, resting her head on her shoulder.

"Thank you." Smallfoot whispered.

The two broke from the hug and stood straight to look each other in their eyes.

"I couldn't just let those pirates hurt you. You didn't do anything wrong." She said.

The girls excluding Sour all gave a few grins to each other. It was nice to see that she was finally apologizing to their Guardian friend.

"But... that's not the only reason I came to help. Smallfoot, I... I am..." Road Rage felt herself choking on her words. "I am so, so... so... so sorry, I abandoned you. I should never have left you like that in the first place."

"Why did you even leave her to begin with? And for that matter, why didn't you just break up with her when you weren't in battle?" Sour asked.

"Because... I was afraid of hurting her. I didn't want to hurt her feelings. The battle wasn't the first place I wanted us to finally split up but--"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on. You chose to break up with me in the battlefield because you were afraid of how I would feel?"

Road Rage gave a small nod and looked away, ready for Smallfoot to burst into flames and start screaming. But she didn't.

"Road Rage, listen. I may have some emotional issues in some places, but it isn't going to hurt me if you wanted to split up. Looking back, we didn't really connect as well as a couple should. Honestly, I think its probably a good thing we broke up."

"You really think so?" Road Rage asked.

"I do. Plus, I honestly think maybe the two of us could be better together if we were just... friends."

Road Rage didn't say anything, but instead she turned her body away and took a few steps away, far from the group. Everyone looked at her with confusion, and they didn't even see her facial expressions as she was far from them. They didn't even notice the golden tears leaking down her face.

"Smallfoot, I... I don't think it'd work. Not every couple makes it work as friends and... with all of the crimes I've done against Cybertron, I don't think the Autobots would be very happy if I joined them. All they would see of me is just an insufferable glitch who chickened out in a battle. I don't think any of them would give me a second chance to redeem myself of my sins."

"Roadie, no. Look, things are different now. Its not--"

"I just can't, Smallfoot. I appreciate what you're saying, and to be honest, if I could, I'd join the Autobots if it meant making up for every one of my crimes against them and serving under them. But... I can't."

Road Rage's body quickly changed into vehicular mode and she began to rev her engine.

"No, wait, you don't need to leave!" Sour yelled.

She didn't listen, and instead she sped away from the girls driving out onto the open road, going far away as possible from them, leaving a trail of smoke behind.

"I... what do we do?"

Overload stepped in front of Sour and raised a hand. "I'll talk with her. You girls better be going back to your homes, or wherever you came from. And I'm cooking Insecticons tonight!"

Overload transformed holding the Insecticon remains he grabbed, and he drove away, chasing after the former pirate bot. With both of them gone, it just left the girls and Smallfoot by themselves.

"So... what do we do now?" Indigo Zap asked.

"I don't know about you, but we better get back to the Ark. I'm pretty sure Sunset and Optimus are going to want to know that two new Cybertronians are living here on Earth. I'll call up a Groundbridge."

Smallfoot stepped away so she could make her call, giving the girls time to just talk to each other.

"So... you guys think we're gonna see those punks again?" Sunny asked.

"I hope so. I want to give that Road Rage a world of hurt with my fists." Indigo said, smashing her fists together.

"Girls, I thought she just apologized, did you all not see that?" Sour asked.

"We did, but how does one apology make up for everything she just did? I don't think the Bots need a former pirate with lord knows how many crimes joining the team." Sugarcoat bluntly stated.

"Yet, its perfectly fine that we have ex-Decepticons on our team?"

"Those are different!" Sunny exclaimed. "Either way, if either one of them shows up, they've got to deal with us. Pirate or not, I don't think with the list of things she's done, she should be allowed back in."

Sour just scrunched her face and she sighed. "Why is this world full of hate?"

The sun was close to setting down for another end of a day, and the townsfolk were busy going home from work for the day.

Road Rage, just watched everyone head out for the end of the day, all while sitting on the ground, hiding in the alleyway. Her arms hugged her knees and she buried her head in her arms as she began to try and rest. After an entire day of craziness, being kidnapped, beat up, and nearly killed, she just wanted to relax and calm down for the rest of the day.

She was about to shut down, but she stopped when the sound of a loud slam hit the ground next to her. She slowly moved her head up and she looked down. A purple metallic form was seen on its stomach, with its body sprawled out like he had just been knocked out.

Looking up, Overload was seen standing above him with his foot on the figure's back, smirking at Road Rage. She just gave a deadpan look.

"I'm not eating him for dinner if that's what you're asking me."

Overload couldn't help but snicker. "I'm not suggesting that. Even though it'd be good to since it was really hard to catch him. No, this Decepticon is something that I think will help you."

"Help me with what?" Road Rage asked.

"Roadie. This Decepticon here, is Fracture. And Fracture, is your ticket to getting back in the Autobot ranks."

Her eyes widened out of shock, and she quickly stood back up on her feet.

"I'm sorry... what?"

Overload just stood with a friendly smile. He didn't even say anything.

"I'm... I'm not sure I understand."

Overload still grinned. "Roadie. Use this Con, to help your claim that you want to be a better bot."

Road Rage just turned herself around, out of nervousness.

"I'm not sure I understand."

"Road Rage... I know. If you had second thoughts about going back with the Autobots, then I say... go for it."

She was a little surprised to hear what was coming from him. Overload hated the Autobots just as much as the Decepticons, and yet he was telling her to go back to them?

"B-But... but you hate the Autobots. And w-what if they don't like me, I--"

"Shh..." Overload put his finger over his lips, getting her to stop. "Listen. I heard everything you said to Smallfoot and that Sour Sweet girl. In fact, I was actually just a few feet away from you, so really I heard everything. But if you want to make things right... then by all means, join them."

"But, what about you? I can't just leave you." Road Rage replied.

"Road Rage. I'll be okay, I promise. I can handle my own out in this world. But I think you would have a better life with the Autobots. And to be honest... I think maybe its time that the two of us went our separate ways. It doesn't mean our friendship dies... but I think maybe we should go our ways and start new lives for ourselves."

Road Rage was puzzled. She didn't know what to think. She wanted to make things right with her ex and talk with the girls about joining their forces again, but she was too afraid to even think about what they would say to her.

She took a deep breath and sighed. "Promise me you won't try and hurt me?"

"I promise."

"Promise you won't assault the Autobots as much as you'd like to? Because I really don't want to have to deal with them trying to hunt you down. I can't afford to let them hunt my best friend."

Overload let out a small chuckle. "I'll try not to."

"Okay. Promise not to attack the humans on this planet?"

"I have no interest in it. Besides, after seeing a bit of their culture... I think I'm going to like living on this planet. As long as we're far away from Cybertron's war... things are going to be okay."

Road Rage glanced down to the unconscious body once more, and she looked back at her friend with one friendly smile.

"Mind helping me find something to transport him?"

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We now return to the Transformers...

The Shadowbolts and Smallfoot took a Groundbridge trip over back to the Autobot base in Nevada where the rest of the Autobots were. And to their surprise, Sunset Shimmer and her friends had gathered there as well. They came back to hang out after school, and most of their time after school was spent at the base anyway. And their Autobot guardians were gathered around to hear what they had gone through the entire day, including Optimus Prime listened in on this.

"So, let me get this straight, a group of pirates from Cybertron came down, tried to use Smallfoot as a ransom so they'd get one of their own back, but they were going to kill her anyway?" Sunset asked. "Wow... well, at least you're all okay, right?"

Smallfoot nodded with a happy smile on her face.

"I'm glad to see you all are back in one piece. But I cannot condone that you chased Decepticons without our knowledge." Optimus replied.

"And what were we supposed to do? Let Smallfoot die?" Indigo snapped.

"Indy, I broke myself free remember? They didn't have an attention span to keep an eye on me." Smallfoot replied. "But, yes, the girls... including Road Rage came to rescue me."

"Its the whole truth." Sunny Flare huffed with her nose up in the air. "I can't even believe we had to work with that... that... wretch."

"She at least apologized Sunny." Sour said.

"One apology doesn't make up for what she did. Unless you're a really forgiving person." Sugarcoat said with a deadpan look before staring at Sunset and her friends.

"Whhaaaaaatttt?" Pinkie asked.

"Look, it doesn't matter. She's gone now, right?" Rainbow asked.

"Not exactly... and neither is her friend, Thor the Metal Maniac." Indigo replied while rolling her eyes.

"Wait, what?" Twilight asked.

"I better explain. You see--"

Sour was interrupted by the main computer, Teletraan-1 which began to blare on and off. All of them gathered around the monitor, and Sunset began typing into the controls.

"We're receiving a message from an unidentified Cybertronian. No way to tell if its Autobot, or Decepticon."

"Does it say what it wants?" Applejack asked.

"It does... it says 'Autobots. I have something I would like to talk to you about. Please open up a Groundbridge. And... if its not too much to ask, can Sour Sweet and Smallfoot be there when I arrive?'"

"Road Rage." All of the Shadowbolts said.

"Why should we let her back here? Its not like we can let her have free roam of the place." Sunny huffed.

"Hang on, maybe this is important. Besides, we've still got an entire army that's monitoring the facility." Sour asked. "Optimus? What do you say?"

"Activate the Groundbridge, but be alert. We may be falling for a trap." Optimus said, lowering his mask.

"Alright, I suppose..." Sunset said, hesitantly pressing the buttons to turn on the Groundbridge.

A Groundbridge portal opened itself up at the entrance, and the girls all stood around ready in case there was an enemy ready. But they didn't see any Decepticons or massive armies stomping their way in like a herd of elephants. Only the sleek red paint of the 1980s sports car rolled in, with a trailer hitched right behind it, holding an unconscious Decepticon. As soon as both of them made it through, the portal closed.

Sour Sweet and the girls all gathered around the sports car.

"So this is the Road Rage you girls have been talking about?" Rarity asked. "She is absolutely fabulous! Look at that paint, it looks absolutely gorgeous. And the blazing flames on your hood, mmm... someone's quite the fiery gem. But, oh! I'm not sure about the skull and crossbones."

The car didn't say anything... for a brief moment.

"I'm blushing very hard underneath this vehicular form right now."

"So... you're Road Rage, right?" Sunset asked.

The vehicle transformed into its alternate mode, revealing the bipedal figure it had disguised.

"Yes, that's me. I'm Road Rage."

"Hm... Road Rage. A name that suggests one who prefers to take control on the road, while also having a defining trait that cannot be seen underneath a beauty."

Road Rage's cheeks went red just hearing Knockout's comments, making some of the other girls giggle a bit.

"Easy Knockout. She doesn't bend that way." Smallfoot said with a smug look.

"That's not what I'm meaning. Can't a gentlebot give a lady a compliment?" Knockout asked.

"Well, uh... ahem." Road Rage cleared her throat. "If any of you don't mind, I kind of came here to talk to you all. If that's okay."

"Well, why did you come here?" Sunset asked.

Road Rage took a moment, to breathe in... and breathe out, taking deep breaths. She needed to handle this cool, calm, and collectively.

"I've thought long and hard about this... and after some consideration, I'd like to ask if maybe... I... uh..."

"You what?" Sunny asked, raising a brow.

"I... uh..."

"Just say it already, did you--"

"Lemon! It's rude to make that kind of lowbrow humor to a lady!" Rarity sternly said, getting Lemon to shut up.

"Thank you." Sugarcoat replied.

Road Rage breathed again and looked at them dead in the eye. "I... I want to come back to the Autobots."

"What!?" The Bolts yelled.

"Wait, wait... I know you don't really trust me, and I don't expect you to, but I did get this as a sign of my honesty."

Road Rage grabbed the Decepticon from the trailer and threw his knocked out body onto the ground, and moving him on his back revealing who the Decepticon was.

"My original job was to hunt this Con down and take him back to Cybertron for a purpose I can only assume would be execution, but I think the Autobots can do a better job of handling this guy."

Optimus and the Autobots stared down at the unconscious life form for a second, and then looked back at the former Autobot in front of them. Then, Sunset spoke up.

"Road Rage. Why do you want to come back to the Autobots? I thought you left the Autobots a long time ago just because you thought everyone was responsible for this entire war."

"I did, but... lets just say Sour Sweet got me to think a little more on this. After our little fiasco with my former pirate friends, I thought about what I'd be doing now since I'm stuck here on Earth. But after what I had seen with Sour and her friends rushing in to save Smallfoot... it got me thinking. Maybe there is something worth fighting for."

Sour raised a brow and gave a coy smile. "Anything else?"

"Well, there was this other thing I wanted to do, and that's another reason I came here. I thought about what Smallfoot said and... she's right. I think it'd be better if the two of us just stay as friends rather than, uh... romantic partners."

"Well, obviously." Sugarcoat rolled her eyes.

"Anyways..." Road Rage said as she took a vow of silence to look at everyone. "I really do want to come back to the Autobots. If it means helping you guys stop the Decepticons, and being a better friend, then so be it."

Sunset and the girls looked at each other, pondering her declaration. She looked back to Optimus Prime, and the two gave each other small nods.

"If that is your decision, then we will honor it."

"WHAT!?" The girls shouted.

"You can't be serious! One speech, and suddenly she's back in?" Indigo snapped.

"We can't trust her! She left Smallfoot to die in an open field where she got kidnapped!" Sunny yelled.

"And how long ago was that?" Sunset asked.

"Uh.... well... um..." Lemon stuttered.

"Every being deserves a chance of redemption. And if she truly wishes to return to our ranks, then we should allow her to prove her honesty." Optimus smiled.

Road Rage blinked for a moment before a small smile began to form on her face.

"You mean... I can come back?"

"If you want to prove yourself that you want to be one with us once more, then we will let you prove it."

Road Rage stood straight and she gave one salute. "Thank you sir. I promise you, I will prove it. I will show you how much it means to me."

Optimus smiled but his attention was brought to someone who called for him. "I'll be right back."

Optimus and some of the other bots walked away, leaving Smallfoot and all of the girls alone with the former pirate. Sunset and her friends had friendly looks, but the Bolts on the other hand didn't give her much of a friendly attitude.

"Alright lady, you may be back here, but that doesn't mean we got to like you..." Indigo held two fingers pointed to her eyes, and she turned them towards hers before slowly walking away. "I've got my eye on you..."

Lemon scrunched her own face and she growled, walking away with Sugarcoat and Sunny Flare.

"Give them some time. Maybe they'll get used to you. It took my friends a long time to get used to me," Sunset said with a cheerful smile.

"I honestly expected them to be mean to me. Considering how we've met in the entire day, I can't really blame them." Road Rage shrugged.

"Hey, uh, Sunset? Mind if I can talk to her in private?"

"Uh... sure, I guess. Come on girls, we better make sure Indigo or any of the others don't break anything."

Sunset and the Rainbooms walked off, leaving Sour alone with the two giant metal forms. With them gone, Sour looked at Road Rage to give her her undivided attention.

"So... what is it you wanted-"

Sour Sweet was caught by surprise as Road Rage pulled her into a hug right out of nowhere.

"Um..."

"Roadie? You okay there?" Smallfoot asked.

Road Rage pulled herself out to look Sour in the eye and gave a heart-warming smile. "Thank you."

"... Am I missing something here?"

Road Rage wiped away a small gold tear from her face. "I'm saying, thank you. You've been looking after Smallfoot for all this time, so... I wanted to say thank you."

"Oh! Sorry, I didn't understand." Sour chuckled. "Could have made that more clear though."

"Promise me you won't hurt her? She deserves a strong woman who won't run out on her."

Sour nodded. "I wouldn't do anything to hurt her. Honest. She's everything to me."

Road Rage grinned. "I'm glad to hear that."

She stood back up on her feet and looked at the happy couple. "So... maybe I should leave you two alone. I'll go check in with my new boss."

Road Rage's heels stomped on the hard metal as she walked away, leaving Sour and Smallfoot by themselves. Sour looked to her girlfriend and pulled her close, giving her the most adorable smile she could muster.

"So... what do you think of your ex-girlfriend now?" Sour asked.

Smallfoot smiled back. "I think she'll fit in here. Its probably a good thing we're just going to stay friends. And you know what? I'm happy about that. And I'm happy I've got the most amazing girlfriend the world could offer me."

Smallfoot leaned her head in close, nuzzling Sour's cheek and giving her a kiss.

"Baby..." Sour blushed.

"Shh..." Smallfoot cooed, holding her close. "Baby?"

Sour looked Smallfoot in the eyes.

"I love you sweetie." Smallfoot said, kissing her cheek.

Sour's cheeks heated up and she kissed her girlfriend back, holding her close. At long last, her girlfriend finally at peace, and now she had made up with her ex-girlfriend. Things were certainly going to get better.

"I love you too my big rig."

As the day descended to night back at Canterlot, the town was fast asleep. All of the stores had been shut down for the night, and the doors had been locked up for the night.

In an alleyway, the still standing Overload stood watching the night sky, while drinking the remains of Energon from the Insecticon that had been slaughtered for his dinner. All the while he thought to himself.

Times have changed. I'm now marooned here on Earth and Optimus Prime's team is living here on this planet. I'm positive they will know of my existence now that Road Rage has defected back to the Autobots, and if that's the case... then so be it. As much as I hate them, I will kill any Autobot or Decepticon that tries to fight me. No Cybertronian will stand a chance against me. If you even know I'm here Megatron... you better stay away. You've brought your war on these innocent earthlings... and I will end the war by any means necessary. Even if it means killing you and your men. I've killed many of your soldiers in the past, I won't hesitate to do it again.

I am Overload. If any Autobots or Decepticons try to take me down... try all you might. I will be waiting...

The Decepticon looked back down onto the street and his eyes squinted as he saw a running Vehicon fleeing in terror on the road, hurt, and wounded.

"Hm... a midnight snack..."

Overload pulled out his hammer and readied himself to make an attack. But as he was ready to throw it...

"Hey! Get out of here before he finds you!"

"I've already found you..."

"You don't understand! That thing! He's here! If he screams at you, you're dead!"

Overload raised an eyebrow. "Wait... who are you talking about?"

The Vehicon looked back and his armor rattled in terror. "Oh no... oh no..."

A loud earpiercing shriek sent shockwaves at the Vehicon warrior who froze still from the sound. Then while he was frozen, a pair of white ankles with black claws grabbed ahold of the Vehicon and flew up into the sky. The creature only screamed a loud shriek throughout the land as it flapped its wings off into the night sky, leaving Overload alone to watch the creature fly into the light of the moon.

"Who is that?"

The End

Author's Note

And we end, on a twist! By the way, that was a continuation of the creepy ending from Ghosts Of Our Past. I've got another fic in mind for where this is going.

You Are A Pirate!

Author's Note

I am SO, SO, SO, SO, SO SO SO sorry for not getting this out earlier! And I am so sorry for not getting much progress or any sort of fics out for you guys. My motivation and my schedule has gotten in the way too many times, and I've neglected this story. Well no more.

I'm going to finish the story as soon as possible. Hopefully you guys will like what I've got here.

You Are A Pirate!

We now return to the Transformers...

The pirate bots were keeping guard at their warehouse base, keeping their eyes out for if Overload returned. But as they waited, everyone just remained on the bottom floor standing near the open warehouse door while Smallfoot remained in her restraints on the top floor.

But as they waited on the ground floor, everyone went dead silent as they heard a strange sound. A very odd sound. The sound of a loud song booming. But where?

"I'm not the only one who hears that, right?" Shadelock asked.

"No," Forewing replied. "I hear that noisssse to my audio reccccceptors toooo...."

All four looked to each other with confusion and gave one nod to one another. They had to know what was causing the racket. So they all ran outside with loaded guns and looked around. Where was that noise coming from?

Their optics looked forward and they had a bit of confusion as they saw a black shadow hovering over the ground, slowly moving right where they were. Slowly looking up, they all let out a gasp at what they were seeing.

The underside of a wooden ship was all they could see, but there were a few other details sticking out the side that they could notice. There were a few metallic cannons sticking out the sides, and a few masts sticking from the sides. How was that ship floating in the air, and who was piloting it?

Before anyone else could say anything else, they listened very closely and they heard... singing. A bunch of people singing on the top of that ship.

Oh we're dealing with an enemy whose plan's a big mess
Way hey, take the bots down
They've developed a plan that makes no stinkin sense!
We'll try so hard to take the bots down!

Jumping off the side of the ship were three giant mechs all the same height. One was Road Rage, the other was Overload, and the other was Sour Sweet now with her power suit. But this time, all of them had some new additions to their looks. Overload's doors now had swords crossing behind the Decepticon markings, Road Rage's insignia now had two bones crossing underneath her Autobot logo. And sticking from her back was a small black flag with a pirate skull and crossbones picture on it.

Sour Sweet's suit had some new pirate branding on it too. The doors had skull and crossbones insignias on them, and two American flags waving off the sides were visible too.

The two opposing sides just stared at each other in awkward silence and with a few snarls.

"So... what the flying front-end loader did you all just say?" Shadelock asked.

You people are trespassing on our entire land!
Way hey, take the bots down!
Your feet do not belong on our uncharted sand!
Give us some time to take the bots down!

"Will you all shut up!? Sweet Solus, your singing is more terrible than mine!" Scatterspike yelled, covering her audio receptors.

"Alright you pirate wannabes, surrender or die!" Sour yelled.

"Why would we-" Shadelock stopped talking as he looked to the lady that was on Sour's right. Road Rage was here! "Road Rage my old friend." Shadelock smirked. "I'm glad to see you're not harmed. For a second I thought-"

"Let Smallfoot go." Road Rage interrupted.

The group of four stopped their attention on everyone else, and they looked to Road Rage with confusion.

"What did you just say?" Roughedge asked.

"I said...", Road Rage gritted her teeth. "Let. Her. Go."

"NOW."

Shadelock raised a brow. "Why should I?"

"Listen to me, and listen to me right now. She didn't do anything wrong, I was the one who hurt her, and I've regretted it ever since. I joined you guys because I couldn't look back at what I did. But now, I'm making things right, so I'm going to ask you one last time. Let her go!"

Shadelock transformed his right arm into a fusion cannon and aimed it at the group. Forewing equipped two guns from his arms which pulsated with yellow energy. Roughedge whipped out a giant machine gun that required him to hold with both hands, and Scatterspike grabbed two quills sticking out of her back.

Road Rage snarled and two twin blasters equipped from the blue armored plating above her hands. Sour Sweet's suit pulled out several guns and mini-rockets that equipped from all sorts of places. Lastly, Overload gripped his metallic hammer and raised up in the air, unexpectedly, lighting bolts zapping down on the hammer with glowing blue surrounding the steel.

"You pirates want to fight... then lets fight." Roughedge grinned.

"I think maybe this gang of pirates are gonna kick some metal booty." Lemon said with a smug look.

"Enough talk. Everyone... ATTACK!!!" Sour yelled at the top of her lungs, banging her chest like an ape before charging at her foes.

With a loud scream from both sides, everyone leapt into battle.

Overload focused on Forewing, and he used his hammer to swing at every attack that the giant Insecticon made. The Insecticon made have been bigger than him, but Overload didn't back down from a fight.

"You better watch yourself insect... or I'll become more ruthless... and you know exactly what happens when I do."

The Insecticon just let out a howl and he punched Overload down.

Roughedge and Scatterspike dealt with Road Rage and two of the girls as the cluster circled around each other, trying to find each other's weak points.

"I always knew there was something bad about you Roadie. I just didn't think it'd be you had a spark for Autobots." Roughedge said.

"Don't let them get in your head panty girl! He's just trying to make you mad!" Lemon said, moving with Road Rage.

"Just focus on fighting." Sugarcoat replied.

"I'm going to do much more than focus." Road Rage said, whipping out weapons.

Sour put her attention onto the gang's leader, Shadelock. She threw her first across his left cheek which hurt him mildly, but he came back and swung his right claw at Sour, scratching at her suit's metal plating.

"You're wasting your time human, and you're wasting ours. All we want is just a Decepticon, and we can't do our job with you organics in the way." Shadelock said, swinging his talons at the girl.

Sour blocked another attack by swatting his hand off to the side and punching Shadelock in the gut.

"You shouldn't have come here in the first place you pirate wannabe!" Sour yelled, punching him in the face again, throwing him against the ground. As soon as he was down, Sour jumped on him and raised a fist ready to beat him senselessly.

"Alright. You've got 10 seconds to tell me where my girl is, or I'm going to pound you like last night's chicken!" Sour yelled.

Shadelock said nothing, but instead, pulled his left arm up and pointed his arm cannon at Sour's chest, shooting her with hot rounds of laser, forcing her off of him.

As soon as she was on her feet, he pulled his cannon out on her and readied to shoot. "You're too late sweet cheeks. And we'll be leaving with our bounty, and that scraplet of a Guardian Gobot."

Before Shadelock could pull the trigger and shoot, he heard the sound of a gun clicking and loading up coming right behind him. Along with the clicking, came the noise of a cold barrel pointed at the back of his head.

"Don't you even think about it Shadelock. Unless you have a death wish..."

Sour looked and she gasped when she saw who stood right behind her. A big smile graced her face when she saw who it was.

"...Baby?"

The Transformers will return after these messages...