Chapter Eight: Human Faces
Braincase’s optic sensors activated, but everything was blurry for a few moments. When she finally regained full sight, she saw her fellow Autobots before her. To say the least, she was surprised to see Throttle Convoy standing with them.
“Convoy!” she exclaimed. “You’re alive! W…What happened to me? Why can’t I move my arms or legs? And more importantly, why do I suddenly have an increase in memory capacity?”
“You were scrapped,” he said after a long silence, “and your body was irreparable. However your Spark was intact, so we inserted it into the Arrowmax’s computer.”
“You…you what?!” Braincase shrieked.
“Braincase, calm down,” said Throttle coolly. “This is only a temporary arrangement. We will try to create a new body identical to your original one, and if you wish it we will transfer your Spark into it. Does that sound fair to you?”
Braincase fell silent, but she nodded.
“Convoy,” she finally asked, “I want you to do me a favour. I feel trapped. I want to be able to move around if I need to.”
“Well, we can create a hard-light holographic body,” Gunmetal suggested.
“That sounds fine to me,” Braincase sighed.
A few mega-cycles of adjusting later, Gunmetal finished installing the new systems. A slot opened near the bottom of the main control console and a black-and-silver discus with the Autobot emblem printed on it hovered into view. A beam of light burst upwards from the emblem and a holographic figure faded into view. The figure resembled a pretty, human girl. She had light skin and brown hair down to her shoulders. She was wearing a white shirt with a red necktie, covered by an official-looking blue uniform jacket and skirt with white trim, white shoulder pads and red pips. Her legs were covered by white stockings with blue stars on the knees. For footwear, she had a pair of blue high-heel boots that reached half-up up her shins. Resting on her head was a blue peak cap with a white band going around it and an Autobot emblem in the middle. Covering her ears were a pair of blue communication headpieces, resembling two halves of a capsule. A microphone extended from the one on her left and curled down in front of her mouth.
As the Autobots watched, the holographic girl became solid and she opened her big, perfect blue eyes. Looking down at her hands, Braincase gasped. She whirled around and admired her new body in the reflection on a monitor.
“I…I’m beautiful!” she exclaimed. Skyfire, Ocelot, Pyrebolt and Sunbeam swooned in disapproval. They had never expected Braincase to be so vain!
“Hey uh…I’m glad you like it,” Gunmetal said, blushing furiously. Braincase smiled softly. True, she could no longer transform, but she had the entire ship under her power now. She would never abuse it of course, but this made her one of the strongest members of the team. Weapons, computers, satellites, all were at her command. She loved it. The hard-light body was also refreshing, though it was odd being smaller than her original body.
That night, Skyfire sat outside the Arrowmax, watching the sky as the stars twinkled brightly. Pyrebolt stepped up behind him.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey,” Skyfire replied.
“Mind if I sit with you?”
“I ain’t charging.”
Pyrebolt sat beside the young flyer.
“What are you thinking about?”
“Life on Cybertron?”
“No. Life on Earth. The creatures here are so different to those on Cybertron. I envy them. Think about it ‘Bolt. They can’t transform, but they have so much more than us. We have the most enhanced technology in the known universe. They have the beauty of nature. Their industries will continue to grow, but they will always have nature. I…I wish I was a human.”
Pyrebolt looked at Skyfire.
“You know, if you wanted to be a Pretender,” he said, “I’m sure we could make…”
“That’s not what I meant,” Skyfire interrupted. “I didn’t mean I wish I could have a human mode, I mean what I said. I think I’d enjoy being human more than being a Transformer.”
“You’re not the first ‘bot to say that,” said Pyrebolt quietly, “a lot of our people were enraptured by this planet’s beauty, and wanted to be humans. A few of the older Autobots actually had the chance to be human, but they went back to their old lives. It’s philosophical mumbo jumbo. I’ll never understand it.”
Chapter Nine: Enter The Patrolbots
Nightlife sat in his quarters, plotting in deep, deep thought. He had to get back at Deltatron for what he had done. Once, Nightlife had been one of the most powerful mob enforcers on Cybertron. Everyone in the city of Improbus knew his name and feared it, rightly so. Then Deltatron, that smug cretin, had made a deal with the mob boss and Nightlife quickly found himself being whisked away to parts unknown to go on a mission he never agreed to. He would have his revenge – kill Deltatron and return to Cybertron, once more becoming a legendary soldier.
Standing up, Nightlife emerged from his quarters and moved quietly towards the Decepticon commander’s personal chambers. As he closed in on the door, a hand rested on his shoulder.
“Going somewhere Nightlife?” a mocking voice asked. Nightlife spun around, coming face-to-face with Deltatron.
“What’s in my quarters that interests you so?” the leader continued.
“Your infernal Spark,” Nightlife hissed. “I’d give anything to slit your throat.”
“I admire your intentions,” Deltatron chuckled, “but remember one thing.” With a powerful move, he threw Nightlife to the wall and aimed his fusion gattling at him.
“I am the top Decepticon assassin,” he said. “Try anything, and I’ll blast you into scrap. Got it?”
“Yes…” Nightlife growled.
“Yes what?” Deltatron frowned.
“That’s much better.”
Deltatron withdrew his cannon as his arm returned to normal and his hand reappeared. He walked away from Nightlife, who was now stewing in his anger.
“One day Deltatron,” Nightlife murmured, “one day.”
In the Arrowmax, the Autobots were gathered around Braincase. She had told them she had news for the group, and even Throttle Convoy was intrigued.
“Well?” Ocelot asked impatiently. “What’s the news?”
“During the past few weeks,” Braincase began, “I have been working on a little project to help us in the fight against the Decepticons. Allow me to introduce…”
A door slid open in the wall and three vehicles rolled in – a S.W.A.T van, a police car and a police helicopter. All of them were painted white and blue with flashing sirens on top.
“…The Patrolbots! Okay guys, show them your robot modes.”
“Sgt. Impact, transform!” the S.W.A.T. van transformed into a tall, bulky-looking Autobot with a gruff face. The top of his head casing looked like a police hat. A green visor covered his optics.
“Bentley, transform!” the car shifted into a younger, sleeker robot with a plain faceplate and a streamlined design.
“Searchlight, transform!” the helicopter changed into a slender fembot with a sly smile and a single visor rather than two optics. Two antennas extended from the sides of her head casing.
“Impressive,” Throttle Convoy commented, “but what else can they do?”
Sgt. Impact stepped forward. “Convoy, I think I speak for myself and my team when I say that we are capable soldiers as well as top enforcers. We are ready to fight alongside you.”
“And smash those Decepti-chumps into space dust!” Bentley declared.
“They’ll regret ever messing with the Autobots,” Searchlight smirked.
“I like their spirit,” said Pyrebolt.
“They’re certainly eager,” Throttle Convoy agreed, “but remember Patrolbots, you must be careful. The Decepticons are not to be taken lightly.”
“We understand that Convoy,” Sgt. Impact replied. “Don’t fret.”
“Then welcome to the team,” Throttle Convoy offered his hand.
“Pleasure’s all ours,” Sgt. Impact accepted.
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Chapter Ten: Attack On The Tower
The sun was rising over the United Kingdom. In the wasteland around the Hades, the Decepticons were plotting their latest scheme. Motorwing had detected a large supply of Energon under the Tower of London and they were making plans to dig it up.
“We will destroy that wretched tower,” said Deltatron. “That will make the excavation much quicker.”
“An ingenious plan Mighty Deltatron,” Victimizer commented. Treadnaught, the silent giant, nodded in agreement. Nightlife sneered quietly. If these losers were just a little sappier, they’d be smooching that moronic Deltatron’s skid-plates. Nightlife had standards and was careful to choose who he worked for; he’d show that slagging Bot Skir a thing or two for handing him over to this over-ambitious murderer.
“Then let us make our move, my Decepticons,” Deltatron cackled.
In the Arrowmax, Braincase’s hard-light hologram hovered boredly as her internal workings checked for anything new. For a while she found nothing but she picked up some Decepticon energy signatures and immediately summoned Throttle Convoy to the control bridge.
“Convoy!” she reported. “I’m picking up Decepticon energy signatures heading into the city!”
“How many?” the leader asked.
“All of them.”
“Good work Braincase. Summon the others and tell them to meet me at my coordinates.”
“I’m on it Convoy.”
Throttle Convoy ran out of the ship and transformed to super bike mode, racing off into the distance. Braincase sent out an alert message to the other Autobots immediately. The Patrolbots quickly closed in on their leader whilst the others came not too far behind.
The Decepticons arrived at the Tower of London and transformed to robot mode.
“The Energon is directly beneath the tower,” Motorwing reported.
“Then let’s destroy it and be done with this,” Nightlife grumbled.
“For once I have to agree with you, Nightlife,” Deltatron smirked.
“Stop where you are Deltatron!” a voice boomed. “Autobots, transform!”
“You heard the ‘bot!” a second agreed. “Patrolbots, transform!”
The nine heroic robots converted to robot mode and stood between the Decepticons and the tower.
“Back the slag away,” Pyrebolt scowled.
“I think not,” Deltatron raised his fusion gattling and fired. The Autobots scattered and began to fire from their personal guns/cannons. The Decepticons took to the air and initiated their own attack. Throttle Convoy drew his sword and swiped it through the air, sending a wave of energy at Deltatron. It struck the Decepticon leader and he toppled towards the ground below. Acidrain let out a mad scream and swooped down, blasting at Throttle. The Autobot leader rolled out of the way. Deltatron pounced on him and they wrestled violently.
“You don’t stand a chance against me, boy,” Deltatron hissed.
“I won’t let you destroy a historic monument,” Throttle stated.
A blazing, blue light blasted from Throttle’s eyes for a few seconds, blinding Deltatron and forcing him away. The Decepticon commander readjusted his optics but he was unable to move in time as Throttle slammed him hard with a punch to the face, cracking some of his metal hide. Deltatron flew backwards and rolled along the ground. Throttle charged and threw another punch, but his fist stopped because Acidrain had interposed herself between the two leaders.
“Let us go Convoy,” she pleaded emotionlessly, “he’s had enough.”
Throttle stood silently for a few moments. He then lowered his arm.
“Get out of here,” he said dryly. Acidrain placed Deltatron’s arm over her shoulders, held him firmly and took off into the air. The other Decepticons followed. The Autobots gathered around their leader.
“How could you let them get away?!” Ocelot exclaimed.
“Because we won, they surrendered,” Throttle stated. “Let’s go.”
“We should’ve slagged ‘em!” Ocelot protested.
“Don’t question my orders!” Throttle boomed. The Autobots looked at him in shock. Their leader transformed to vehicle mode and sped off.