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Chapter 18 comming soon possibly tom or wensday

The Time Has come....





Bringing it back....





The long awaited (Trust me I know).....






Chapter 18 :jawdrop




The returning Autobots entered the Binaltech complex and drove into the main vehicle entrance.

Outside the gate sat a lone Mini-van with tinted windows, It's two occupints sat in slience till the last of the returning vehicles disappeared into a side entrance.

"We've got activity!" the passenger spoke over his two-way radio.

"Confirmed Delta one, Hold your posistion till the order is given".

"Roger".
The passenger looked over again as a aluminun gate shuttered down covering the entrance that the last car a Mustang Mach 1 disappeared behind.
The driver starting up the vehicle mumbled as he put the lighter into the slot.
"Wait where are we going?, We have Ord-"
"Im just warming up the lighter, I need a smoke" the driver interupted as he pulled out a ciggerette from it's pack, "You know whats odd. Those cars are vintage autos from the early Two Thousand to Two Thousand and Ten".
"Yea so?" The passenger asked.
"Why do they look like the just drove off a showroom floor?" The driver remarked as he replaced the lighter and shut the engine off.


A hualer drone with Motormaster in the lead returned to the Decepticon base with the damaged remains of the remaining five Seekers.
Breakdown, Dragstrip, and Wildrider looked at the remains in shock.
"Wow...Sunstorm tore them up good..." Breakdown mumbled.
Dragstrip shook his head in shock as Deadend Aproached,
"Well, Atleast their lucky to be in Statis lock!".
Deadend laughed untill something slamed into him from the back sending him across the floor.
"You'll be next!" Megatron growled as he reached forward to grab the bewildered Decepticon.
"I'm not putting my Skid Plate on the line again!" Deadend said mid transfromation as his tires squealed racing out of the grip of Megatron and the decepticon base.
Wildrider, Dragstrip and Breakdown stood back away from the Decepticon Leader as he turned around and shouted, "Bring him back Now!".
The remaining Stunticons transformed and race out after Deadend.



Wheeljack and Chip sat hunkered over a input terminal downloading all of the data they had retreved from the Maximal Computers
As Wheeljack worked nostop to decode the new data a Maximal emblem appeared on the main terminal.
"Maximal Database online" The female voice sounded.
Wheeljack and Chip nodded Happily as the began requesting information from the addvanced program.
Chip accessed a program labeled logs and the likness of a hairy Optimus Prime appeared.
"Why is Optimus in a Ape suit?" Chip laughed.
"What?" Wheeljack leaned over eyes wide, "Primus!"
Wheeljack turned and tapped in a few commands and read the response, "Optimus Primal, Leader of the Maximal Experdition team".
"Optimus Primal eh?" Chip asked.
"Never heard of him..." Wheeljack replied.

Prowl entered into the lab and stood behind Wheeljack, "Any news?".
Wheeljack turned slightly, "We just started decoding the root files and personal logs, it'll take some time before everything is fixed and repaired".

Prowl nodded and backed up, Turning and bumping into Smokescreen, Both back stepped to recover.

"Prowl you have a moment?" Smokescreen responded.
"Sure" Prowl replied.
The two Autobots walked away from the lab a bit as Smokescreen begun to speak.
"Spike mentioned a off road racing compitition that im interested in cheacking out, It would be a good undercover mission for us, A rare oppitunity".
Prowl nodded as he contimued to keep pace with the other Autobot.
"The grand prize is a experimental Fuel cell" Smokescreen replied.
"Do you think the Decepticons would show up to steal it?" Prowl asked.
"Possibly" Smokescreen replied.
Prowl came to a stop as he considered the plan, "Assemble a team just in case you need back up".
Smokescreen nodded as he turned to head off Prowl turning in the oppisite direction as he headed back to the command room.



Megatron stood next to Soundwave and flanked by Shockwave who stood guard at the rear.
"How long before they are functional?" Megatron requested.
"Some time if we are to repair their current forms...It may be tough to find replacement parts" Archiville replied.
"We almost have enough raw materials to construct Alternator Forms!" Fujiyama replied.
"Get more!" Megatron growled.
Both of the human scientist nooded.
"Will they be as powerful as Sunstorm?" Megatron asked.
"Sunstorm's raw power came from his altered Spark" Fujiyama addressed the Decepticon leader, "The destroyed inhibitor would have regulated that power as well as implant a more controled personality".
Megertron grimaced as electrical fire roared thought out his internals. It tore through his slowly degrading form he had noticed the beginings of the same affiction on some of the other Cybertronian Decepticons as well.
Before this war was over Most of the Decepticons, If not all would be rebuilt into Alternator forms.
"Prepair enough Alternator bodies for them, They must be rebuilt to deal with Sunstorm!" Megatron ordered.
Bludgeon walked into the room and waited off to the side for Megatron to notice him.
"Shockwave, You and Bludgeon will formulate a plan to stop the Autobots from interfering with my goal of Bleeding this planet dry!".
Bludgeon bit back a growl and nodded his head.



The red pickup truck pulled up to the gate as the guard opened it for the truck to move forward out from the complex.
Spike nodded to the guard as he drove past turning into the main road heading east.
"Where Ah We Goin Spike?"
"To pick up some suplies that Wheeljack requested" Spike replied.
"Ah ok" Ironhide replied.
As they moved down the street Spike noticed a Mini-van sitting outside of the entrance in his rear view.
"Contact Prowl, Tell him we got some unwellcomed guest out side the gates!" Spike replied.



Prowl nodded at the report from Ironhide, infact it was the same Mini-van they had passed on the way back eariler.
Spike had guessed they were a team of covert ops sent in by the E.D.C. to keep an eye on the Binaltech complex. But the real question is Who sent them?.
Was it Melissa Fairborne?.
Surely she would have pre-warned spike or us if she had gotten wind of this or did someone over step her command and send this team out?.
I watched Prowl look over a monitor as he continued to talk with Ironhide and Spike when a thought came to mind.
What if this was a indication of things to come?, Because if it was things might get worse around here for us all.
I turned and walked out of the command room as Smokescreen and Sliverstreak walked past pre-pairing for their mission.
"Smokescreen!" I called out.
Smokescreen turned and looked back, "Yes?".
"Take Sunstreaker with you I think you'll need the back up"
Sliverstreak Laughed, "Like what polishing our windows after the race?"
I smirked, It was rather funny.
Smokescreen nodded as i turned away to Find Sunstreaker.



Swindle managed to limp back to Berger's military compound, As he entered into the gate four Military ehicle sat in waiting just inside a hanger. Suddenly all four transformed and approached the Damaged Combaticon.
"You look like the remains of a Junkion waste pile".
"Probbly smells like one too..."
"Wellcome back Swindle" Onslaught spoke firmly as he extended his armored fist forward prompting Swindle to stiffly Transform and lock fist with the Combaticon Leader as sparks rained from his damaged body.
"I have acomplish what neither Starscream, Nor Megatron could do, I have restored my brothers in arms!".
The other Combaticons nodded in respect to Swindle.
"Escort our brother to the tech Lab for repairs" Onslaught commanded.
The others surounded Swindle and walked him away but he stoped after a few metters.
"What is it?" Vortex asked.
"I have one small detail to attend too".
Swindle looked down at the scorched Decepticon symbol on his hood, It was the one thing that sperated him from his brothers.
Swindle looked down at it again and made a desision.
With a rage filled pull, Swindle ripped the piece of armor away from his hood and droped it to the ground.
"No Longer will the Combaticons serve Megatron!" Swindle spoke aloud as he walked forward with the assistance of his brothers to the same bunker they had been rebuilt in. Soon he would be repaired and the Combaticons would be a force to be reckoned with.

Finally!! I glad to see this fic back up and running. Great chapter JD and I can't wait for more.

YEa sorry for the wait I had been so busy with the new job and G/F I didn't really have time to do anything in terms of posting.

Chapters 19 and 20 are done and soon to be posted and im re writing the movie now.

Hey John, when are we gonna get the new chapters?

Chapter19



The Three Autobots Smokescreen, Sliverstreak, and Sunstreaker skidded to a hault at the main gate check point.
They sat behind a line of other cars in line to enter into the rally race.
"Holo-Drivers in place?" Smokescreen questioned.
"Check!" Sliverstreak replied
There was a momentary pause before Smokescreen spoke again.
"Sunstreaker?".
"Slag...Do I have to?".
"Slag not here, Or did you forget?" Sliverstreak mocked".
"Yes you have to!" Smokescreen ordered, "Or you'll blo our cover!".
"Frag it!" Sunstreaker cursed as he activated his Holo-driver program, "But once we get back to base Im having Wheeljack change it".
"Ut oh we got a Problem" Sliverstreak commented.
"What?" Smokescreen asked.
"I've downloaded some satalite data, And from the looks of it Sunstreaker is going to have to sit this one out"
"Oh?" Smokescreen remarked.
"Yup the course that is shown here is to much for Sunstreaker's low profile body".
"Right" Smokescreen replied, "Streaker your gonna have to sit this one out".
"Im not complaining" Sunstreaker replied.
"But you will have to contact base and inform them of the change in plans" Smokescreen replied.
"So Streaker's going to be our race bunny" Sliverstreak laughed.
"You are so not funny" Sunstreaker growled.
"Ok" Smokescreen stated, "Sliverstreak lets go".
Sliverstreak rev'ed his engine as he followed Smokescreen into the entrance gate.


If the decepticons are here, they are masking their presence well Smokescreen pondered as he and Sliverstreak drove past some of the other cars in the line up.
"Import Tuners" as Spike refered to them.
Most of them foriegn cars modified for various degrees all to gain increased speed.
Never the less both he and Sliverstreak would do well on this course.
The two Autobots pulled into two near by spots, Their Holo-drivers exiting the vehicles and waited along side.
Three members of the event walked up to the two vehicles one with a clipboard, Who starrted writing.
The other two slapped magnetic number decals to the sides of the Driver and passenger doors and walked off to the next set of cars.
The one with the clipboard approached Smokescreens driver and spoke aloud, "It would have been nice if you was number 1. But for today your number 8".
After the Clipboard guy left Smokescreen spoke, What number did you get?".
Sliverstreak laughed, "Thirty eight!, Talk about a twist of fate".




Shawn Berger sunk lower in his chair, His cigar droped into the ashtray as Megatron's image loomed over him in the monitor.
"I haven't seen Swindle since I was last at your base" Berger studdered to find words, "All I can do is keep an eye out for you Megatron".
"You better not cross me Berger!" Megatron growled, "I will need six of your current fighter jets like the one you recently supplied to me, As well as a heavily armored Tank".
"I think I may have the type of Tank you seek, but the Fighters will take time!" Berger replied.
"Get it done!" Megatron snired as his image dissapeared from the monitor.

Berger recovered him self and pull himself upwards in his chair taking a long pull from his cigar to relax.
"This deal with Megatron is becoming more costly then I can pay for" Berger mumbled as he pulled out order forms looking for the items on the list he would need to request and transfer over to his Private forces.
At least I wont have to finish the deal with Starscream, The rebuilt Combaticons soley belong to me, eventually I'll have to deal with Megatron but I intend to have the combaticons be more powerful then any of the Decepticons. Swindle my have to play double agent a little longer...
Berger assembled his paperwork and stoed them in his carrying case, he snatched up his cigar and cain and left his office.
As berger passed his secertary he spat out an order for his limo to be ready as he headed towards the elevator that would take him to the parking garage below his building.

Once on the ground floor his limo awaited him engine running as the driver opened the door to let Berger climb in to the back, "Take me to the base!" Berger ordered as the driver nodded and closed the door.

Shortly thereafter the limo pulled up to the gate and were waved through as the limo drove forward towards a seires of hangers that hid the Combaticons.
Berger ordered the Driver to stop as he jumped out and walked at a huried pace to the repair bay Swindle rested appon.
A large barrel swung into Berger's path sending him back peddling.
"Oh..." Brawl grumbled as he droped the weapon down, "It's just you".
"Brawl!" Onslaught laughed as he stomped forward looking down at the Human infront of them, "Berger!".
"How long till Swindle is repaired?" Berger asked as he stoped glaring at Brawl.
"He sustained a lot of damage during his escape" Onslaught spoke.
"He needs to be repaired, Soon!" Berger growled as he pounded his cain's tip to the ground, He stormed out fustrated, "This little Shindig is arousing suspision from Megatron!".
Berger walked into the near by research building and grabed the nearest Tech by his coat swinging him forward.
"Get that stinking Decepticon repaired, all of our lives depends on it!".




Smokescreen and Sliverstreak sat in line as some of the cars began to move into place for the start of the race, There was still more car's being registered before the start.
Sliverstreak noticed three Cars rolling past him each one he identiflied as Dragstrip, Wildrider, and Breakdown the Later two sharing the same car body as Windcharger, The Honda S-2000.
Each one had magnetic numbers on their doors, 52, 53, and 55.
"Smokescreen" Sliverstreak spoke.
"Yeah I see them" Smokescreen replied.

"ATTENTION ALL PARTICIPANTS, WE'RE ASIGNING FINAL SPOTS TO THE NEWCOMERS AND WILL BEGIN THE RACE SHORTLY!".




"I don't know what to tell you!" Melissa Fareborne replied to Spike, "There is no standing order to watch your labs!".
Melissa turned to her computer pulling up an E.D.C. Itinerary of mission logs, She scrolled down a list finding one concerning the Binal tech labs marked as unlisted.
She tried her own security level passwords untill one unlocked the listing as "Active Obsevation".
"Son of a-" she cursed aloud trailing off as she read further, "Your activities have been found out they have image profiles of the current Autobot's in vehicle mode".
"Slag!" Spike growled slaming his fist to the table.

"I don't know how this slipped past me!" Melissa growled.
"Someone wanted you out of the loop, How long do we have before you guys come knocking again?" Spike asked.
"I don't know. But be prepaird for a raid at any time, Destroy any evidence related to the Autobots, and Alternator process while you can!".
Spike nodded and shut down the link rushing out of the office Of the E.D.C.

Spike ran towards Ironhide who sat in vehicle mode outside.
"Wha's going on Spike?" Ironhide asked.
Spike jumped in and started the engine, "Weve been discovered and our time is running out. We need to get back to base!".
"Slag. Tha's not good" Ironhide spit as he drove off.
Spike looked back at the supply filled bed behind him, "Wheeljack's supply's is nothing compared to what were going to be dealing with soon enough".
"Ah Spike my boi don't worry, We can handle whateva is tossed at us!"
"I hope so Ironhide...I hope so".

Great! Another chapter.

Sweet! I have been waiting for the return of this fic. Keep up the great work.

Just one more chapter left till the "BIG" event :p