It takes place after Transformers: Dark of the Moon. This is my first story on so…

I don't own any part of the Transformers franchise. All copyrights and trademarks o to their respective owners. I do however own my original characters.

"You want me to what?" I screamed at Lenox.

"Now, Kat calm do-"

"Don't fucking tell me to calm down! I've done nothing, but what you've asked and your sending me to base to deal with the Wreckers!"

"What is your problem?"

"The Wreckers are fucking assholes."

"Now they're not that bad." Kim said walking up to us.

I sent a glare at her. "Shut your pretender ass up before I send a few sabot rounds into your pretty little face." I warned her.

"I'll go with her." She said to Lenox.

"I'm not going to the fucking launch pad to work with a bunch of NASA geeks."

"Epps is there." Lennox pointed out.

"And?"

"He's not a NASA geek." Kim said.

"He fucking is now." I said. I crossed my arms over my chest and gave Lenox a look telling him that if he wanted me to go he was going to have to force me.

All of a sudden, Kim's cool metal tendrils wrapped around my arms and my legs, and she started dragging me.

"You alien robot bitch! I will dismantle your ass!" I tried to thrash about, but I was only giving myself bruises.

"Sure sure." I could her the sarcasm even in her hiss like voice. She threw me into Sideswipe.

"You're in on this?" I asked him. "I helped Ratchet do a little body work on you and you help ship me off to the Wreckers? Sideswipe how could you?"

He simply revved his engine.

I rolled my eyes and slumped into my seat. Thanks to Sideswipe speeding down the road and weaving agilely between other cars, it only took three hours. Kim was like Jazz used to be and extremely into urban culture. She had been yapping my ear off the entire time.

I was staring at all of the cars around me when we were approaching the base. 'That is bad ass.' I thought as a Jag road beside us. The I noticed the hood ornament. "Shit!"

"Decepticon." Kim said.

"Are we-"

"No." I answered her. I'd read every file and had overheard every conversation I could and couldn't recall one thing about keeping a deception around. If you've ever watched Suits you've seen the guy who can read, understand and retain any bit of information that is thrown his way. I'm the same way, so me not knowing about this was not good.

"Sideswipe!" I screamed. He made a hard turn and swung his back end around throwing me out. I hit the ground and made a dash for the gates. I grabbed my phone and called Epps.

"S'up Russia?" He answered.

"Decepticon."

"Where?"

"Just left the base. How the hell did you miss this?"

"Has it been engaged?"

"Sideswipe went after it. I'm not sure if they're battling or if Sideswipe is just tailing him, and I'm assuming Kimiko went with him."

"I'm sending the wreckers." He said. Just a few moments later they came flying and the gates opened. Epps was right behind them in a NASA jeep. He was seriously picking me up. He stopped, and I hopped in. He handed me the deadliest weapon you could give me personally—binoculars. I was not the best shot, but from what Ratchet had taught me, observations of the autobots and decepticon courses and the files that Simmons stole from sector seven (and a few that I stole by hacking their network), I could find the easiest target and weakness on any decepticon.

"Fuck!" I swore.

"Ah hell! What is this shit? You said there was one."

"Where did the second one come from?" I looked at it in the binoculars. There were two decepticons. One was being ripped to pieces by the wreckers and the other was battling Sideswipe and Kim was trying to do a little damage control.

"Its spark is right behind that bumper across his chest, but it's about six inches to the left."

"Do you think I can hit it?"

"Probably. If not Sideswipe can stab it real quick, but for you to hit it he can't be in the way."

"Good thing I'm a damn good shot." He said.

Just as he had the shot lined up, Sideswipe shoved his sword threw the decepticon's chest an pulled up wards, effectively killing it.

"What the fuck is this shit?" I screamed.

"Aye, it the Russian bitch." One of the Wreckers called.

"Blow me." I retorted walking over to on of dead deception's body. I stepped onto it and looked into its chest. "I want it transported back to DC." I said. "I'll see what Ratchet and I can pull from him. I've still got a few tricks that I picked up from Wheel Jack."

"Girl, you can not be serious." Epps said. "The thing just died and you've already got plans for it?"

"Ratchet can help me dismantle it for my latest project. The wreckers can come back to DC with me. I'll bang your dents out there."

"We have to be here incase any more autobots arrive here on earth."

"I think it'll be just fine." I said.

"Since you're making all of these plans, how are you getting the authority to do this?"

"Clearance mother fucker!" I said holding up my pass.

"They gave you clearance to do this shit?"

"Epps, think about it."

"Do you really want to piss of the girl who knows how to copy, changed and use cybertronian hacking software? This is the same girl who knows how to easily kill, dismantle and reassemble alien robots from a now destroyed planet?"

"Fine I get it." He said. "Never gave me this kind of fucking clearance, and I got my ass shot at."

"Quit bitching, and let's get these fuckers out of here. I'm calling Lenox." I pulled out my phone and dialed the number of the base. the number you have reached had be dis-" I entered the pass code. It rang. "You've reached the depar-"

"Cut the shit. It's Yekaterina. Get me Lennox."

"Miss-"

"I've got two burnt out sparks here in front of me. Now get me Lennox."

"Hold on." The guy said.

"Lennox." He answered.

"I've got a couple of dead cons here." I said.

"What happened?"

"It came from the base. I don't know what for. I'll figure it out later, but we'll need to fly back."

"Alright have you done the body work?"

"No. They can come back but if the base is infiltrated again it would be smart for them to stay behind."

"Yeah leave them. You come back."

"Send me a plane."

"You got it."

"Can you extract the intel it was carrying?" Lenox asked as soon as the dead robot's corpse was set down on the tarmac.

"In case you weren't fucking paying attention, the two autobots who were helping me died, and I haven't finished the device because I've been pounding out dents."

"We need to figure it out."

"Have we had any signs that the deceptions were getting ready to mobilize?"

"No." Optimus spoke up.

"Are we sure it's not just rouge deceptions? I mean we have killed their leaders and most of them. There's still a chance that they're trying avenge Megatron and the Fallen."

"But why would they go to base and not do anything? Why wouldn't they just come here?" I asked, the soldier who had spoken up.

"Maybe it was a scouting mission. They were trying to figure out where we were." He said.

"There's a slight chance, but with deceptions it's safer to imagine the worst. Someone needs to keep an eye on the situation. I've got projects to work on." I said.

"Kat, where do you think you're going?" Lenox asked.

"I am not a soldier. I don't fight and I am not a strategist. I am an inventor, a techy, a analyst and mechanic, so I am going to do exactly that—invent, analyze, using tech, and then maybe I'll go and start doing body work." I snapped, walking away.