Transformers: Of Bots and Men

Robots In Disguise

"Can you tell how long we've been here?" Ratchet inquired.

"Negative." she replied. "But from the amount of small organic plants clinging to the thruster, I'd say we've been here at least a couple stellar cycles."

"Scrap." Ratchet let out.

"Hey, don't get your wires crossed, Ratchet." Massacre told him leaning against the dead thruster. "There's still a chance to fix... the..."

Her words trickled off as her gaze drifted towards the town. The tiny villages of tents and campfires she remembered were nowhere to be seen. In their place stood massive cities that were reminiscent of the great Cybertronian cities. Large towers of metal and glass reached towards the skies.

"By the Allspark." she let out. "Are you guys seeing this?"

"We are, Massacre." Prime replied. "It's remarkable."

"Seems quite a bit has changed since the last time you were here, Flygirl." Bulkhead quipped.

"Looks like." she agreed. "I better get a closer look."

Carefully, Massacre made her way down the mountain and into the surrounding forests. Recalling her days of running around her bio-dome, she leapt and bound across stones and fallen branches, unable to keep the large smile off her face.

"I haven't done this in stellar cycles!" she cheered.

"Happy for you," Prowl spoke up. "But do remember that you're on a mission."

"Trust me I know." She assured him. "I'm not a complete-"

That's when her foot snagged on an exposed root, sending her tumbling down a small hill. She rolled through a shrub before finally coming to a stop in the middle of a dirt path. She spat out a leaf, letting out a groan.

"...idiot." she reluctantly finished.

"What was that?" Bulkhead asked, teasingly.

"I will shove my ion cannon so far up your exhaust port, you'll be leaking oil for a month." she threatened.

"Enough." Prime chimed in.

Massacre groaned, getting up off the ground and trying to clean herself off. About that time, a large vehicle came around the corner, nearly running her over. She dove out of the way as the vehicle came to a stop. Recovering from her dive, Massacre looked at the vehicle in surprise.

"Whoa." she let out. "I think my race evolved a whole lot in the time I was gone."

"So it seems." Prime concurred. "Still, revealing ourselves would be too great a risk at this time. Scan some of the local vehicle forms so we can blend in with the populous. Until this planet is ready, we must activate as robots in disguise."

"Copy that, Prime." Massacre told him, looking over the vehicle. "Luckily, I've already found one for Bulkhead."

She blinked, her eyes flashing a bright blue as she scanned the large vehicle. As her scan came to a conclusion, the doors of the vehicle opened up, allowing two humans to emerge. They were dressed in brown uniforms with strange hats. They approached Massacre with looks of concern, speaking in a tongue she didn't recognize.

"Uh-oh." Massacre let out. "Prime, we've got a problem."

"What is it?" Prowl asked.

"Whatever language these two are speaking, it's not in my database." she replied. "We've got a serious language barrier here."

"This is a problem." Prime dreaded.

As the men walked up to her, one of them took off his jacket and handed it to her. She took it, looking at it in confusion before realization dawned. Her face turned beat red as she quickly pulled the jacket over herself.