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  1. Overcharge's optics opened slowly as his central processing unit booted up. His sensors couldn't make sense of what he saw for a while. His last recorded memories were of him on the floor, of Skids exchanging words with the Seekers as his functions shut down. Skids... that traitor. Was he planning this all along? Or did that damned tube bring him back wrong? A backhand to the facial plate snapped the Corporal back to reality. The light blue sky, the beautiful rock formations, the lush green flora. All gone. Now, it was all clouds, ugly concrete monoliths and carnage. The white Seeker fired his weapons upon non-combatants, and in the distance, he could see the orange rally car standing by indifferently, as the carbon-based sentients were mowed down in front of him. Seething with rage and disgust, he stared at the conehead right in front of him. His arms and legs tried desperately to break free, so that he could kill the Cybertronian, turn it into molten metal with his bare hands. His vocabulator could barely spit out the following words. "You monsters... you scum... just WHAT did you do?!"
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  2. “Come on! Come on! COME ON!!!!” Hound dug into the rubble with his hands, trying to at least create a hole into the hangar. You could barely tell a spaceship had crashed crashed into the mountain 300 years ago, save for a few sharp metal bits poking out. Hound didn’t have a clue what happened or how long he was even offline, but he knew one thing for sure. Whatever caused the explosion wasn’t an accident. Any of the Hope’s old missiles or anything else that could ignite what happened had to make placed in specific areas. “Overcharge and Skids, those bastards!” He slammed his fists hard on the dirt, blasting some onto his chassis. “No wonder they left in a hurry…” Buzzsaw squawked intensely, noticing a few fingers pointing up through the dirt. “Where, Buzzsaw?” Hound’s head turned around to see Perceptor’s hand. “There you are! I gotcha!” Hound ran at a great pace toward it, pulling the arm out of the rubble. “Oh no…” Hound stated as he pulled. At first, he didn’t understand why Perceptor was so light, only to see that the arm wasn’t connected to the Science Officer. … Rainy weather was quite common for the northwestern city, but it seemed especially awful this day as the whole area was covered above by gray clouds and the sounds of thunder. Even then, thunder couldn’t hide the sounds of two jets cruising through the air, carrying SOUNDWAVE’s battery. “There’s the pointy one!” Ramjet communicated, banking right. This jolted the machine around, along with Slipstream. “Be careful, scrapbrain! Just slow down here.” The two transformed, still holding the contraption while they planted their feet onto the Space Needle. This jolted the humans inside, causing many to fall as the building thankfully held up the two Decepticons. “Go play with the humans while I set this up.” She stated to Ramjet with a smirk, knowing him helping would likely make things worse. Howling with laughter, Ramjet jumped off the top of the observation deck to “greet” the city. Tons of humans, along with a certain rally car parked alongside a brick wall, watching as the Decepticon bellowed. “MEATBAGS! IENJOY YOUR LAST NANOCYCLES OF FREEDOM AND LIFE! THE DECEPTICON ARMADA WILL BE JOINING I, RAMJET, AND MY LACKEYS SOON AS WE CONQUER YOUR PLANET!” Slipstream rolled her eyes as many of the humans were more so confused by the white conehead’s words than actual fear. This changed once Ramjet let loose, firing his missiles and machine guns at wherever humans formed a crowd. “Wakey, wakey…” Slipstream held up Overcharge’s head as he turned online, placing the final cable into place. The machine slid over the needle like a glove, but it was far from pretty. Overcharge was still held against it in a T-Shape, arms held to the side while his legs were bound, unable to touch the surface of the deck. “Wake. UP!” She slapped the Autobot with annoyance, speeding up the booting process.
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  3. “Hot Shot? Hound? Where are you?” Perceptor scrounged through the corridors of the Hope, attempting to find the remaining members of his team. Not even Buzzsaw seemed to be in the vicinity. “Everyone in this group just wanders off, don’t they.” The science not uttered to no one. “Overcharge better be back soon, or I’ll…” his rant was stopped by a dull beep, followed by another. Knowing this was coming from his work area, Perceptor noticed the beeps get louder as he stepped into the room. The Teletraan Mobile was completely off, but internally, something was brewing. The nanocycle before he pressed the button to boot up the system though, the beeps stopped. “Hm, my databank must be playing tricks on me. It HAS been a long time since I’ve been on Cybertron. Perhaps I require a full scan.” Suddenly, the beeping continued rapidly. Hound stared into the sky, watching Buzzsaw spread his wings against the cool breeze pushing the treetops. He knew the others wouldn’t understand, but Earth’s ecosystem soothed him greatly. “I can’t believe it. I never imagined in a million years or cycles that Earth would… would be my home…” His demeanor saddened, taking his optics off Buzzsaw to stare into the forest. “Cybertron never felt like my real home… Ah! Dammit, why can’t I-“ BooOoOOOooOOoooOoOm!!!!!!! Hound’s back stung as he was blasted into the trees, followed by a rumbling of Mt. Bison. Something in the Hope just exploded. … “Thanks.” Overcharge helped up the orange Cybertronian, two jets heading downward toward them. Skids watched intently, then sighed. “No, I’m not gonna hide.” He stated as the Decepticons came closer. “Kinda done with this.” Without any sort of windup, Skids grasped the Corporal by the neck, slamming his head into one the boulders the cliffside produced. Slipstream and Ramjet transformed midair, floating down to their location. The rally bot knocked Overcharge offline, making sure the Autobot would still be functional. Leaving him on the ground, “Skids” watched the two plant their feet near them. “Really?! You just HAD to fire those missiles THAT close to us? Could’ve stretched this badass paint job I got.” Slipstream scowled while Ramjet put his fist up. “Shut it, drone! The plan went perfectly. We got the power source.” “My name is Sundor, you stupid piece of scrap!” … The base was quiet. No Rumbles, Frenzies, or any sort of drone walked down the hallway Sundor stood in. His back laid against the wall as he folded his arms, processing his entire existence as Slipstream and Ramjet spoke with his master. He replayed what his optics saw for the very first time. One of SOUNDWAVE’s drones, a Laserbeak, was pecking at his cranial unit while he floated in the stasis tube. Sundor learned later that the Autobots reprogrammed that exact same machine into Buzzsaw from his time pretending to be Skids. Ironically, the reprogrammed Decepticon turned Autobot had been the one to make an Autobot into a Decepticon. Skids’ dead spark combined with SOUNDWAVE’s drone technology created new life, but not in the way Sundor controlled himself now. When the Autobots left for Oaklio, Sundor’s only objective was to use the Teletraan Mobile and gain new information. Any Autobot secrets by this point were useless, but SOUNDWAVE wasn’t looking for any of that. The supercomputer only needed more information on one Autobot in their ranks. One it called “The Source”. Unfortunately, Sundor got more than just that. He got a taste of the internet. The lifeless drone formed a personality of his own. Still a loyal one to the Decepticons, but he was no longer just a puppeted corpse. He was Sundor, the most badass Decepticon on all the Earth. All that was left was to fake being a reborn Skids until the time was right. Once he could be alone with “The Source”. The real plan would begin. SUNDOR-1 YOU ARE REQUESTED The booming voice jolted Sundor, door sliding open near him. Glancing the other way, then back, he walked into the massive command center. He couldn’t quite explain what he saw. Overcharge was held in a T-pose against a hollow metal cylinder with a large dish on top, wires connecting to any piece of the Corporal’s chassis that wasn’t binded down. “Woah, woah. You gotta calm down, Boss. Mr. Battery isn’t going anywhere.” He turned back to see SOUNDWAVE’s box along with the two jets, Ramjet tapping his foot as Slipstream put her hands on her hips. Their leader was far from amused by the rally car’s unintentional personality. SILENCE YOU WILL WAIT IN SEATTLE, WASHINGTON, UNITED STATES OF AMERICA UNTIL THE SOURCE IS CONNECTED TO THE OBSERVATION TOWER The jets knew it would be their job to haul the heavy contraption southwest to its destination, far from the most fun task they could do. Sundor shrugged and nodded, transforming into the rally car for what would be a long ride out of the icy tundra their base was apart of. He’d rather not ask more questions, hoping to not disappear like his drone brethren. Lines lit up upon SOUNDWAVE’s large cube, forming an octagon as the two Decepticons left stared perplexingly. COMMENCE OPERATION SPACE BRIDGE End of Part 4: Loss
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  4. “Hound? He's trying to get used to his new body, so I'd give him a wide berth for a little while until his posture control recalibrates." Overcharge gave Skids a smile. "I do want to try that once before I kick the bucket o'bolts. Turn into one of those fancy armored vehicles the Terrans made. Or a wiring maintenance van..." “Hmmm, seems like there are a lot of vehicles on the planet.” Skids went up to the Teletraan Mobile. Various types were still present on the screen, only for him to focus on what looked to be a rally car. “Looks to be my size maybe?” Immediately, the blue Autobot changed shape into something different, with new headlights and other objects adorning him. “I should probably try something else new too.” His blue pigmentation became a deep orange. “Blue was for the past Skids.” “How do I look?” “Not bad at all! Maybe when my cover's blown again, I'll go for something like yours. You look ready to hit the dirt... are you coming with us next time? Perceptor has the final word on that, but where I'm standing it looks like you're in top operating condition." “Actually, I was thinking about going out to see this world.” He stated, turning off the Mobile. “If this is where we are stuck, it’s probably for the best that I research it.” Skids pondered a bit, but agreed. The two went to visit Perceptor, who was currently on the bridge managing some data logs. “No! Absolutely not! You just booted back up.” The red Autobot yelled, spooking the orange rally car. “You don’t know what’s out there.” Surprisingly, Skids stood defiant. “I believe it would be best, sir. What if Overcharge went with me?” “Don't worry, Science Minister!" Overcharge stated confidently. "We'll keep to the dirt. I didn't get acquainted with the surrounding nature. I'd like to use this opportunity to scope this forest out, and if Skids tags along, he can use this to get some heat into those tires, see if he's still got it." Perceptor processed this statement, only to sigh and move back to his chair on the bridge. “…fine. But do not be long. I’d rather you not end up a target for those drones.” Turning back, Skids asked his new friend. “You ready?” … The orange and teal vehicles sped through the holographic mountain, Skids’ wheels touching the dirt for the first time. “Woah!” He exclaimed as he almost spun out, just barely dodging one of the evergreen trees. Going practically the opposite way as Oaklio, the two were free to explore the dense area as they pleased. “This world… it’s very pretty.” The rally car noticed an open cliff side as they got further from the Hope. “I bet that has a good view!” Skids sped ahead of Overcharge to get to the top. Parking at the tip, he transformed to see rivers, birds, and large mountains within the distance. Transforming into an in-between mode behind Skids, Overcharge's optics scoured the area ahead to make sure no prying eyes were there to ruin their new covers before they could even use them. The coast seemed clear, however, so the teal Autobot was free to complete his transformation. "Yes, compared to Cybertron, it is teeming with color and life... natural colors, too. The only place where you'd see this palette in Cybertron would be a rush-hour crowd. Hundreds upon hundreds of chassis to lose yourself in." “It’s… still strange to me, although all of this is strange.” Skids listened to the sounds of wildlife as he said this. The rushing of water, the chirps of birds, some sort of rushing sound that preceded to get louder. Looking to the sky, four small objects caught his attention. “Are those birds?” He asked his companion, noticing winged creatures behind the objects. He was far from correct. Missiles were being launched from two jets! Squinting, as his optics enhanced the image to study them in detail, Overcharge realized they were not birds, in the normal sense of the word, and furthermore, that they were taking hostile measures towards them. "No time! Transform!" Desperate and having nowhere to run, the Autobot pushed his orange friend and himself off the cliff, transforming in the air in an attempt to touch the rocky walls with his wheels. “AhhhhAHHHH!” Skids slid against the cliff side at first, transforming into his rally car mode as he declined from the missiles. A crash of the weapons sent debris over the cliff toward the two. “Daredevils, are we?” Slipstream stated, spinning back to catch up with the Autobots, Ramjet not far behind. The cliffside eventually brought the two back to horizontal ground, but the speed was to quick to slow. Skids crashed into a few trees, transforming back into robot mode as a few rocks slammed onto his chassis. “That was… something…” He uttered, seeing the two planes still in the air. At his side, Overcharge laid on the ground, sucking in air through his intakes. Having done something comparable to throwing himself from a building and running on the side while the fall lasted. There was no time to waste however, as the jets were already circling back. Quickly, he got on his feet and helped Skids up. "Are you alright? We have to hide!" Overcharge knew those jets all too well from the security recordings of the Hope. He only watched them once in his free time, as he couldn't bring himself to watch what happened in the bridge again. But the one time he did watch, the image of them killing his comrades with such ease was ingrained within his memory banks.
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  5. “You got what you need, boss?” Ramjet and Slipstream stood in the lair of SOUNDWAVE’s compound as drones continued to work. The two fliers didn’t look too different in their new Earth modes, only that Ramjet may have gained more height on Slipstream. She tapped her foot in annoyance. SOUNDWAVE was not responding to the two. “The box is wasting our time.” Slipstream turned away, pushing a drone out of her sight as she headed for the hallways, only for a booming voice to come through the entire complex. DATA IS INSUFFICIENT COMMENCE OPERATION SKY The box glowed, then turned dim again. The voice always made Ramjet jolt, never ready for the jump scare, but Slipstream only scowled. “Operation Sky? I’m assuming that has something to do with us?” Chuckling, Ramjet nodded. “I already blew some lousy organics outta the sky, what more do you want from-“ SENDING COORDINATES LEAVE THE VINCINITY Once again, the box glowed and dimmed. There wasn’t much the two could do, only that whatever SOUNDWAVE’s plan was, it might get them home. The two blasted out of the hangar deep in the snowy tundra, heading to their destination.
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  6. Overcharge looked at the Sergeant. Understandably, after spending so many cycles as the green military vehicle, he was very apprehensive about switching to something different for his alternate mode. Trying to help, the Corporal spoke to his fellow Autobot. "If I may say something about it..." Hound processed what Overcharge had said, unsure what his statement. “Of course Overcharge, what’s on your memory bank?” With his teammate's approval, the taxi kept going. "I've seen some cities. I was in Praxus before we launched. I participated in some ops in Iacon and Stanix, too. Blending in was a big part of my job as a scout, and I changed alts often... I'm wandering off my lane. What I wanted to say is, I don't know if this would fool the humans, but at least in Cybertron, you'd be surprised how little I really needed to change every time I switched modes to stay invisible. I can demonstrate if you want." Hound felt Overcharge was a well versed Autobot for a Corporal, even being promoted from Private on the Hope. Being able to change alt modes as often as he could? Hound was surprised he wasn’t already working at Prime’s side. “I’d love to see what you can do.” The green Cybertronian responded. “Let's see" Overcharge stated as he scoured for images of sedans. "You said taxis were normal vehicles with an edible promotion box on top and ornamental graphics. So I'm thinking... maybe just get rid of those." His optics fixated on what appeared to be the civilian version of his alternate mode, except with a little advertisement on the front doors. "See, this could work. I'm gonna try it." After studying the image for a few seconds, the Bot switched to his alt mode right then and there. The changes were evident: now all the bright lights and checkered stripes were gone, the front doors now sported a similar advertisement to the car in the picture, and the teal was darker, but it was still a teal four-door saloon. “You see what I mean?" With Overcharge’s transformation now settled, Hound decided to look through much bigger vehicles. While his smaller size could help in battle, he realized the battle wouldn’t be getting better, and weapons needed to be plentiful. That’s when his optics settled on a HUMMER. “That’ll work.” The large machine appeared before Overcharge, only to transform into a much different looking Cybertronian. What used to be the shortest Autobot, now became the tallest. Pulling a Gatling gun off a nearby workbench, Hound placed it atop of his shoulder. He felt extremely bulky, but power infused through him. Perhaps a little too much. “Oh man, I need to sit down…” The Green Autobot didn’t bother with a chair, placing his rear directly on the floor. “I should’ve realized such a big change would reroute most of my body’s output.” After the change was finished, Overcharge transformed again to face Sargeant Hound. It felt weird. He felt tiny, yet cramped in the room with the green bot. However, he did quite like his new alternate mode. "How does it feel? Being that big?" he asked out of genuine curiosity. "I never tried that before." “Very… tiring…” Hound stated. His whole array of motion was off, but he knew it would be temporary. Cybertronians didn’t change size often, with the exception of soldiers rising into leadership jobs. Also, Cybertronians genetic makeup meant your vehicle had to remain similar. Fliers stayed as fliers and vice versa. “I’m just gonna go lay down in a more proper place. Thanks for showing me your new trick.” Hound got up to leave the room, only to be replaced by a blue Autobot shortly after. “Overcharge, right?” Skids asked. “I don’t mean to bother you, but I just wanted to say thanks. I wouldn’t be functional if you hadn’t saved my life. Watching the Sargeant stumble away, Overcharge smirked. *Yeah, that'd be exactly why I haven't tried it.* Predictability was a virtue, especially in regards to your own chassis. He only got a moment of respite before a blue Autobot appeared in front of him. It was Skids, thanking him for not giving up on him during the raid by Decepticons. "Oh, it's nothing. I did what I could for a fellow comrade. How are you feeling? Perceptor says a few cycles more, and we wouldn't have been there on time." “Ah, I’ve felt better.” He responded, but then processed his statement. “Technically, I haven’t actually.” He chuckled, glancing at Perceptor’s workbench. “I do have an textbook level knowledge of the war on my home planet though. Perceptor was real chatty about that.” His optics looked around. Hey, where did the green one go?”
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