Transformers: Of Bots and Men

Robots In Disguise

Bulkhead snorted, laughing a bit as a hand went to his oversized midsection.

"Massacre, did the extended stasis screw with your processor?" He questioned. "You may be the size of a two-wheeler, but there's no way your can-"

His words were cut off as Massacre began transforming. More than that, she began shrinking. Her wings folded in on themselves, her Cybertronian features slowly softening as her entire body condensed, forming a humanoid-shaped body at the appropriate size. From the back of her neck, a small nozzle opened up, allowing what looked like some sort of nanite skin that covered up her body, becoming a fair-skinned flesh tone. Long black hair quickly sprouted from the top of her head, falling down around her shoulders before stopping about mid-way down her back.

"You were saying?" she asked, looking up at Bulkhead triumphantly.

Everyone stared at her, save for Ratchet, who just looked prideful as his now miniaturized friend. Prime bent down, holding his hand out palm up. Massacre climbed on, allowing him to lift her up to eye-level once again.

"How is this possible?" He questioned, looking her over.

"During one of the many medical scans I performed on her, I found an offline matrix attached to her T-Cog." Ratchet explained. "After careful examination, I found it to be coded to allow a Cybertronian to condense their form into something much smaller than your average bot."

"No doubt one of Shockwave's experiments." Prowl mused.

"That was my hypothesis." Ratchet agreed. "Considering I found it offline at the time, I can only assume he scrapped the project. I however, found a different use for it."

"Considering he wasn't able to make me an organic again, he did the next best thing." Massacre continued. "Using the condensement matrix and a Bioscan of my former organic body, he created this secondary transformation."

Bumblebee beeped and booped, giving Massacre a thumbs up. Massacre smiled back at him.

"Thanks Bee." she replied. "I like it too."

Prime slowly lifted Massacre up to the top of the rubble pile, setting her down as close to the hole as possible.

"See what you can find out there." he told her. "Any signs of civilization, as well as the condition of the Ark."

"You got it Optimus." she assured him. "Teletraan One, connect video feed with my optic sensors."

The screen fizzled slightly, then connected, showing the world from Massacre's point of view. Her eyes glowed slightly, making them appear bright blue. After making sure everything was in order, she began scaling the rest of the pile towards the hole.

...

Even in Massacre's miniaturized state, it was still a tight squeeze through the hole and out of the switch. She pulled herself free with a grunt, brushing dirt off herself as she looked down at the ship.

"Comm-check." she declared, putting two fingers up to her right ear. "Testing."

"Read you." Prowl informed her. "You're good to go."

"What's the condition of the Ark?" Bulkhead questioned. "That's priority one right now."

Massacre stepped back climbing across several rocks so she could get a good look at the ship. Unfortunately, there wasn't much to see.

"Well, I was right when I said we weren't buried too deeply." she reported. "Unfortunately, all but the portside thruster is currently underground."