Transformers Team Six

Cyberwarp limped as she walked to the front door of the Sweet house. The drive was fine, but after fighting a Decepticon, she felt like she just needed to sit. He beat her aft HARD, and Cyberwarp came to one conclusion.

"I seriously need to work out some more..." Cyberwarp groaned, her foot dragging against the front porch. She waved her hand in front of a specialized lock, which gave a green light, allowing her to walk inside. While it was usually locked with just a standard key, new security locks were made to help, and thankfully it did not screw up for the family. And for the better, neither Cyberwarp, Max, or Smallfoot would have wanted to be around to hear an angry Sour screaming at the security team makers.

Inside the house, she could see Max was back home, thanks to Aunt Lemon Zest

"Hey kiddo, I'm back," she announced, walking through the front door.

"Hey, welcome back Cyberwarp," said the 30-something year old woman standing in the living room. A pink skinned adult with lime green hair, wearing yellow shorts and a light blue tank top. It was hot in California after all.

"Hey, Cyber--oh my gosh, what happened to you?"

Cyberwarp spat out a piece of metal. "... I accidentally drove into a monster truck rally," Cyberwarp lied.

"Wait, really? Dude, that's awesome," Lemon grinned.

"No it's not, I lied," Cyberwarp admitted, feeling exhausted, collapsing onto the couch. "Dropkick and Barricade kicked my butt."

Max's face drooped. "They're... they're back?"

Cyberwarp's spark hurt, hearing the sense of fear from Max's question. But she still remained calm. "They are. But it'll be okay. I've made some calls, the Autobots are going to take care of them. Besides," she said, picking up Max and holding him in a hug. "My priority is to look after you, and I swore I would take care of you."

Max hugged the robot, feeling her metal slowly warm up as a soft cozy. "Please don't die..."

Cyberwarp softly smiled and patted the back of his head. "It'll be okay. I'm here."

Lemon checked her watch, and then back at Cyberwarp. "Do you need anything, or..."

"No, it's okay. Thanks again for watching him," Cyberwarp said, graciously.

"Oh it's no trouble at all," Lemon smiled, leaning in to give a soft hug to her 'nephew'. "I love hanging out with this sweet little guy. Have a good day guys."

"See ya," Cyberwarp waved as she left. "Say hi to Blaster for me."

The next few minutes were quiet, with the two of the m just sitting on the couch, idly. Turning her head over to Max, she gave him a friendly smile.

"Did you have fun at Aunt Lemon's?"

"Mmmhmm."

"Do anything fun while your babysitter was getting her butt kicked?"

Max couldn't help but laugh. "Well, we went out for some ice cream, and then we played some games..."

The afternoon turned to night. The young six took a bus down to the beach again, which was empty with it being closed. But they snuck right in without anyone watching.

“Guys, I don’t know. Something just doesn’t seem right,” Sandbar said as the group wandered onto the beach. Luckily no one else was here this time of the night.

“Yona think we shouldn’t be here. Why would Cyberwarp tell us to go out here alone?” Yona quivered a bit.

“Maybe she just wanted to talk to us in total privacy!” Silverstream chirped. “I mean look, there’s no one here but us!”

Sandbar looked beyond their group, towards the crashing waves against the water. It was a peaceful sound, always relaxing to hear whenever he and his friends came to the beach. But looking ahead, something was amiss. Out in the clear water, he saw some bubbles. Lots of them.

“Um. Guys.”

“What?” All of them stopped.

Sandbar tilted his head towards the water which was creating more and more bubbles underneath.

“You don’t think she’s under there, do you?”

The bubbles continued, until they saw something start to prod out of the water. Two yellow propellers were the first to rise up, dripping water from the fins. Connected to those propellers was a yellow head which emerged under the water as well, revealing the propeller system was mounted on his shoulders. A pair of blue eyes flashed before their eyes as he looked at them. And he started moving towards them.

“Uh, guys? Do you think maybe we should run?” Ocellus gulped.

“I don’t think we can,” Gallus pointed.

Four cars were now rolling onto the beach, including a motorcycle showing a driver in all black. Among the vehicles were a green SUV type of off-road vehicle, a white and red drifter car (most likely used for street racing in Japan), a blue and orange off-roading dune buggy, a solid black car (almost like government cars) and a blue motorcycle.

But the strangest one of all was the giant metallic looking lion that pounced on the sand, joining the group of cars. He looked at them curiously but didn’t growl at them.

“Okay, now I’m scared.”

But then the motorcycle began to move again. The driver that was sitting on the bike vanished into thin air and the motorcycle began to change shape. Plating folded out, and they could see slender blue and gray arms unfold and dig into the sand as the back of the motorcycle flipped into a pair of legs. A head with a soft orange/yellow horn in the middle of the head and baby blue eyes were revealed.

The rest of the vehicles around them began to shift as well, all of them twisting and changing in front of them. Even the strange thing that they saw in the water started to come towards them, revealing a body attached to the head that looked at them.

All of the robots were taller than them, making them feel like bugs in comparison. The blue femme smiled before taking a knee down so she could be level with them.

“It’s okay, we’re not here to hurt you. We just want to talk to you. Are you the kids that Cyberwarp told us to meet?"

“Uh… yeah?” Sandbar quivered.

“What… are you?”

“My name is Arcee. We are autonomous robotic organisms from the planet Cybertron.”

“But you can call us Autobots, for short,” The robot who emerged from the sea said, pulling off his mask and letting water escape from his face.

Autobots. Okay, good to know they have something we can call them.

“My name is Leobreaker,” The lion spoke.

“Jungle operation specialist,” Arcee added.

Abruptly, he changed, revealing a tall robot with a yellow and gray color scheme. “You are?”

“Gallus,” Gallus nodded before the robot extended his hand. Hesitantly, he shook it, receiving a soft smile back.

“Who is big green?” Yona asked, looking up at the big bulky green one with black hands and a gray facial structure.

“Bulkhead. You?”

“Yona,” she smiled.

“Nice to meet you kid,” Bulkhead smiled before softly opening up a palm to properly greet her, with Yona following that up by shaking his massive finger.

“Our scout and sniper, Catapult,” Arcee continued, looking at a bright yellow and blue femme who was as skinny as a pencil and with slender long legs and arms.

“Oh my goodness, they’re so adorable,” Catapult squeaked, cupping her mouth. “Are all humans like this? They are so cute.”

“You think everything is cute,” The white and red femme rolled her eyes.

“Probably from watching too much cat and dog videos on the internet,” Leobreaker said, teasingly.

“Hey, I can’t help it!”

Bulkhead held back a chuckle.

“War veteran, and our biologist/medical officer, Seaspray,” Arcee nodded, looking at the Autobot still drenching with water.

He bent down so he could take a closer look at Sandbar. “Nice to meet you, little dude.”

Sandbar grinned and gave him a soft fist bump.

“Override, new recruit. Recently joined our team,” Arcee commented.

She took a knee down to look at Smolder. “Looking tough kid. Bet the kids at the uh… um… w-what do they call them again?”

“School—”

“—School! Bet the kids at your school don’t pick on you, huh?”

“No, they don’t. Even if they did, they shouldn’t mess with me,” Smolder said, puffing her chest up a bit.

“… I think I like this one,” Override smirked.

“And last but not least, Makeshift,” Arcee gestured to the entirely black robot that stood before him. He was literally all in black, it was hard to make out what parts were what, or even if he could change into anything. The only thing that they could make out was the red Autobot badge on his chest and the pair of ominous red eyes on his faceless face.

“He sure looks friendly,” Silver quivered.

"Appearances can be deceiving," Makeshift said. Though it was kind of spooky, he had no visible lips so how was he even talking!?

“So, what can you do?” Ocellus asked, taking a step forward.

“I can change my shape and appearance; technically speaking, I am a spy.”

Everyone watched as all the parts on Makeshift’s body began to twist and change before them; new parts suddenly unfolding as if they were hidden away; and now he had changed his look to look exactly like the leader next to them.

Makeshift cleared his pipes and then spoke, and to everyone’s surprise he was now using Arcee’s voice to talk. “Being able to look like anyone and anything was useful for during the war; and it’s useful for blending in with you humans and your flashy rides.”

And then his parts shifted and changed back into the black robot he was.

"So why are you all here?” Gallus asked.

“We’re stationed here in California. My crew and I had been tasked to monitor your cities and keep an eye out for any suspicious activity.”

“Until now when we found out there are Decepticons here,” Leobreaker said.

“The two jokers that chased after you?” Arcee added.

The kids nodded.

"If you're talking about the copper and the muscle car, yeah, that's them," Smolder said, folding her arms.

"First Decepticon activity in years and now they decide to take things here," Arcee shook her head.

"Come on, that's awesome. We finally get to get into some action again, I've been waiting for the day I could finally take on the Decepticons."

"We're trying to fight without putting California's people in danger, remember?" Leobreaker said.

Override pouted. "Yeah, I know..."

“So, if you bots are stationed here, who sent you?”

“That would be our boss,” Override said, putting her hands on her hips. “Optimus Prime.”

“Wait, Optimus who?”

“Optimus Prime! Leader of the Autobots, bearer of the Matrix, and savior of the galaxy,” Catapult said with dramatics, giggling.

"Basically, yeah."

"But wait, if you all are Autobots, then why is Cyberwarp a... a..."

"You mean, why is your guidance counselor a Decepticon?" Arcee asked, raising a brow and putting her hands on her hips.

"Yeah, that!"

"That's a long story, Sandbar."

"It's not a long story, she's a convict, alright? A Decepticon who we should have just locked up for good," Override snarked, her fingers clenching into a fist.

"Convict? For what?"

"I don't think now's the best time to be going into this..." Leobreaker said, trying to act like the adult.

"But--"

"--No," Arcee said, firmly but fairly. "Another time. Now, Cyberwarp talked to us and explained everything that had happened; your personal safety is exactly why she called us."

"But, wait, what? You guys?"

"You may be in danger because you are one of the few, one of the only who have ever seen us," Arcee said, leaning forward and up close.

"And they want us, why?"

"You've seen Cyberwarp haven't you? And if you see just one of us... then that'll mean they'll want to silence anyone who has seen them," Arcee said.

Silverstream and Gallus hunched their heads, fearing their mistake.

"Why didn't we just leave her alone..." Silverstream whined.

"Hey now, come on guys. Maybe it's a good thing we found out now. I mean someone was going to find out eventually, and better it be us than anyone else at school. Can you imagine what that jerk Trotskey would say if he found out? Or Cozy Glow?" Sandbar said, stepping up.

"Cyberwarp would be fired, and students have no counselor to talk to about problems," Yona concluded. "Sandbar knows. Besides, Cyberwarp is best counselor school ever has."

All of them clamored in agreement.

"But knowing still puts you six in danger. The fact of the matter is we can't let them go after you, since now they most likely know who you are at this point. Which is why we'll need to take you back to our base for witness protection," Arcee concluded.

"But, wait! We still have another week of school! We can't just ditch class!" Ocellus pointed out.

Arcee stopped. "... Scrap. Forgot, they're kids, with school," she rubbed her temples. "Well, okay, how long does school go for typically?"

"We all have different schedules!" Ocellus explained. "But next week is our last week, and then we'll be on spring break!"

"How long does that go?" Makeshift asked.

"Two weeks!"

The Autobots all shared glances.

"It wouldn't be wise to take them out of school suddenly out of nowhere," Bulkhead agreed.

"Alright, fair point. You kids will continue to go to school as normal, but we'll make sure those Decepticons don't go after you again. We will however be checking in with you to make sure you're still safe," Arcee declared. "Fair enough?"

The kids all nodded in agreement.

"Hey, anything that keeps me away from being liquefied is good enough for me," Smolder said.

"But still, if the Decepticons come back, you are going to need protection. But who should be looking after who..." Arcee said, looking at each one of them. Then back to her own crew who was waiting for Arcee to say something. "Hmm... we'll figure this out another time. I think you kids should probably get back to your campus."

"What!? But we just met you! We don't even know why you're all here," Ocellus said.

"We'll explain everything tomorrow, at our base. We'll give you a call," Arcee said. "But we will give you kids a ride back, if you want it."

The six of them looked at each other, and gave the leader some agreeing nods.

"Catapult, Makeshift, Override. Can I trust you three to take them back to campus safely? In vehicular mode," Arcee asked, sternly.

"I'm always careful, Arcee," Makeshift protested.

"That last remark was aimed at Catapult and Override. That means, no spring-loading, no running through red lights, and no unnecessary speeding."

"That was one time!"

"Half the New York Police Department were trying to hunt you down," Bulkhead objected.

"I didn't know speed limits were a thing!"

"Less talk, more roll," Makeshift said, dropping to his knees and flipping into a black sports car. Catapult converted back into a dune buggy, revving her engine. And Override transformed into a sports car, ready to roll.

"Hop on in guys," Override said, opening up her car doors. Smolder and Gallus climbed into her seats, and strapped in the seatbelts. Silverstream and Sandbar strapped themselves in the front seats of Catapult's mode, and Ocellus and Yona climbed inside of Makeshift.

Makeshift slowly and softly pulled out of the sand and back onto the road, and led the way. Soon Catapult was trailing behind him, and so was Override. The remaining four bots watched as they drove off to get the kids back to their sanctuary.

"So when Cyberwarp expressed her concern about not being able to take care of them, do you think she might have been exaggerating?" Bulkhead asked, curiously.

"Trust me, Bulk. I have no clue. But a precaution is as good as any."

Later that night, two vehicles were racing down an empty stretch of desert. One of them was Shatter, the other following close behind was Megatron. While he was still battered and beaten, he was still able to move just fine, although his flight abilities weren't functioning. With Shatter's intellect, she managed to find a rusty tanker truck for him to disguise as. Megatron, while not liking the idea of using these primitive Earth forms, did understand he wasn't going to stay hidden with his Cybertronian tank/aircraft mode. The truck was also fitted with some makeshift armor, knives, and other such materials, owned by anarchists hoping to overthrow their government.

The knowledge reminded of Megatron of his younger days when he began the war with similar goals and he knew that these humans rode to their own destruction. Megatron also knew if he was going to rise back up to power, he would have to adapt to his current dilemma. Lost, no army, barely any resources but a few scraps of Energon and a few subordinates. If he was going to get off this planet, he would have to start from ground zero in order to reclaim his power. But at the very least, his allies had made themselves a makeshift base to hide from the Autobots, so at the least, it would be a start.

The caverns of the mine were dark, as expected. A few lanterns still remained, which did give a little bit of light inside. A few tracks were still there, with a few carts left over. In addition, there was some abandoned mining equipment that had been long forgotten as well, which was surprising, considering how it looked like it was still operating. Off to the side, there was a small set up with some Cybertronian tech, and a few Energon cubes stacked.

Deep inside, Dropkick and Barricade were just sitting around, waiting for Shatter to come back. The only sounds echoing were a few small pebbles falling, the creaking of some wood, soft wind, and their footsteps crunching on the ground.

“I’m bored. How long are we supposed to sit here?” Dropkick asked, pacing back and forth.

“Shatter will come back soon. Unless she decided to dump your aft,” Barricade snarked.

Dropkick growled a bit before yanking a tarp off a piece of mining equipment. “You’ll be lucky if I don’t slag you.”

“… Shatter is right, you are a child.”

“Mmm…” Dropkick said, not even looking at Barricade. “Uh-huh.” His eyes locked onto a drilling machine. “This one looks very interesting…”

Just then, the two heard engine sounds coming from down the tunnel. As they stood up, they were delighted by the first sight of Shatter racing inside before flipping around into her alternate form.

“So? Where’d you run off to?” Barricade asked, folding his arms.

Shatter chuckled before reaching behind her, pulling out two glowing Energon cubes. “Energon, comrade. I picked some up on the way back,” she said before tossing them to the two Decepticons.

“Any Autobots out there?” Dropkick asked.

“None for now. I only found some things. And… someone.”

Shatter smirked as she stepped aside from the tunnel. The two were confused until they heard the sound of loud thunderous stomping down the dark labyrinth. A tall bulky gray body came into the light, making Barricade and Dropkick gasp.

“It… it cannot be,” Barricade was flabbergasted.

“Lord Megatron…” Dropkick gasped. Shatter chuckled evilly with pride.

“Decepticons! Your rightful lord and master, has returned!”