"Somethings wrong, wrong."
He gave Shrapnel an incredulous look.
"There is a combiner sitting right in front of us. I'd say something's right."
"But what of the others, others? What of the Constructicons, the Stunticons and Combaticons-cons?" Bombshell turned to look at him now.
"Let's find out." And with that, Bombshell turned back around, heading off towards the combiner, Computron.
~~~~
"Computron." He halted in his conversation with Ravage, watching as the insecticon trio approached Computron.
"Where are the others? The mechs who went with your gestalt for the 'meeting'."
He knew something was wrong, Computron went rigid. Then five engines roared in harmony. One word, one word was all that was needed to have his spark plummet, a sense of dread washing over him.
"Senate."
He spoke up. "What do you mean 'senate'? Where are the others?"
"They took them. A direct attack against Crystal City. There were only six of us."
The green wrecker, Springer, started towards Computron now. "And you just left them?! You let the senate take them?!"
"I did not have much choice, we were outnumbered. Devastator ordered me to go."
"YOU LEFT THEM!"
"You must understa-" "YOU LEFT THEM! SO THE SENATE CAN DRAG THEM OFF TO BE LAB RATS! YOU LEFT-"
"SHUT UP!" The walls shuddered, the volume of Computon's voice and the roar of five engines echoing off the walls with such intensity he had to cover his audio receivers.
"I didn't get a choice, do you not understand that?! I ran so I could get help! If I had been captured, who would know what happened outside the Autobots?! You certainly would not! And then who would save us?! I did what I HAD TO!"
The silence was deafening after Computron's outburst. Mechs froze, as if glued to their spots around the warehouse. Only the sound of ragged venting.
"I didn't want to leave them."
No one spoke, no one moved.
"But I didn't know what else to do. . . I need help."
"Soundwave: Know's who can help."
~~~~
"You better have a good reason for dragging my aft out here so late. . . Oh.my. . .Primus!"
The cassette twins snickered from their place on his shoulder.
"Hello Megatron."
He had to admit, seeing Megatron, Champion of the arena, leader of the Decepticons, sputter in shock, mouth agape and near white optics practically popping from their sockets.
It was pretty amusing.
He looks like a cyber-deer in headlights!
'He does indeed Strafe.'
"H-hi. I-I um, well y-your. Dear Primus, you're a combiner?!"
"I am."
"Soundwave?" "Yes Lord Megatron?" "For pits sake stop with the lord stuff, and explain. How am I looking at a combiner?!"
Computron waved.
Megatron waved back.
"We need your help."
~~~~
Tarn towered over them. Computron had decombined a few hours earlier, the Technobots had been bombarded with questions, hugs and kisses.
Behind them, gathered around a small fire were the Dinobots, Technobots, Terrorcons and a small group of Decepticons.
"Blitzwing." "Yea Megs?"
He didn't say anything for a bit.
"Did you ever imagine a plan like this, a dream like this to come true?" The triple-changer glanced down at him. "No. But I stopped dreaming long before the first Quientison war began." The scars from both wars gleamed in the moonlight. "Did you know your friend was. . ." "Yes." Silence.
"Recharge Megatron. Tomorrow we take Tarn from the senate, we show combiners are real. Tomorrow we make a mark in history."
"I know, I know." "I know you know." "I just. . . Tomorrow we start a war, or we risk it. I-I, how did you deal with it? Starting the Quientison war, staying strong during the second."
Silence, laughter echoed from behind them. "I had bots to fight for, to protect. Find a reason to fight that. . . That you just have to fight for, somebot to protect. I needed to keep them safe, that meant getting rid of the Quientisons. And I-I did it, I found others and planned the first attack. More joined after they found out they weren't alone, that others wanted freedom. And it grew, more joined, more fought."
"All it takes is a few, that's what you always said."
"No one is ever truly ready for war, Megatron. . But they're willing to fight for what they believe." A dark servo gripped his shoulder.
"All it takes is a few, and you have more than a few."
That was true.
The sign above the Autobot base gleamed. Autobots patrolled the city, servos gripping blasters in an iron grip.
"We should both rest. As you said Blitzwing, tomorrow we make our mark in history, tomorrow we take a city from the senate and give it back to its citizens."
The city loomed as they made their way back to the camp.
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Well the facilities layout is pretty simple." Red digits pointed at the hologram displayed before them. "The top four floors are built like your average lab." The hologram shifted, revealing the massive basement built underneath. "The entire subfloor is a hidden laboratory. And thanks to Soundwave's bot on the inside, we have all the access codes. It should be a simple in and out. Get the other gestalts and get out."
"Still can't believe Springer's conjunx is part of a combiner."
"Shut it Topspin."
Optics turned to the two wreckers arguing. Springer had called them in, making it rather clear his team would be a part of the rescue mission instead of going to Tarn.
"If you two are done bickering like younglings, I believe Soundwave was about to say somethin'."
"Correct. The Technobots advised us to free Bruticus first, he is held here. . ." Slowly, Soundwave's voice faded out as he lost himself in his thoughts.
The Stunticons were a combiner. Breakdown was part of a gestalt.
'Why wouldn't he tell me?'
His gaze landed on one of the five glowing dots shown on the hologram.
'Hold on. We're coming.'
~~~~
"What do you mean he's gone?!"
The guard before him trembled slightly. "He-He's gone. Megatron isn't in Kaon, we searched everywhere my Prime."
He dropped back into his throne, glaring out the massive window facing in Kaon's direction.
"Increase the amount of patrols in the city. I want the gladiators locked in the arena, a fight happening at every minute. One match after another, keep the arena open to nobles at every hour."
"If the contestants refuse to fight?"
"Then kill them both and start the next match. Dismissed."
The guard bowed before exiting the room.
'You can run Megatron, but you can't hide.'
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Legends
FanfictionCombiners. A legend told to give hope to the low caste. But what if they were real? And what happens when certain bots walk into their lives? Unaware of what they are. How long will it take to break their chains and put an end to the senate?
