Before Your Read: If you have read this story before July 3, 2009, please go back and reread the first three chapters. The story has been rewritten with more detail and has been expanded (whatever was originally contained in the first three chapters has now been spread out an extra chapter). I highly recommend you do so if you don't wanna miss anything. ;)

Time to Defrag
Friends and Enemies

As soon as Powerglide's optics fell upon earth, he knew deep down in his spark the small planet was special. It must be if Optimus Prime called the Autobots here. Thanks to earth satellites, Powerglide managed to connect to what was called "World Wide Web" and download English, the common language of the human race. Next he spent time selecting the perfect landing spot. As an aerial warrior, he needed to be near what the humans called an "airbase" to scan an appropriate alternate mode. After searching the website called "Wikipedia", he located the Edwards Air Force Base in Los Angeles County, California. He was well aware that Starscream also chose a military fighter jet as an alternate as was determined to best the power-hungry Decepticon at his own game.

Powerglide landed harmlessly a few miles away from the airbase. While searching the airbase for an alternate, the Autobot found a particular model that caught his eye. Soon after Powerglide was soaring through the sky as a Lockheed Martin F-35 Lightning II. After looking up the tech specs of his new form, the Autobot was very please with his choice and began performing barrel rolls and death spirals flawlessly. He knew if Optimus or Ratchet saw him he'd be chewed up for his recklessness, so he purposely took the time to enjoy his temporary freedom while it lasted.

He soared over the east coast and practically gawked at the natural beauty of this planet. The water, the plants, the soil and natural rock formations. Everything just looked pleasant. Sure, nothing could beat Cybertron as the most beautiful planet in the universe - well, before the war had completely devastated it that is - but earth was nothing short of eye candy. At last, Powerglide decided to send a message out to his comrades. The Autobot air warrior opened his personal communication channel and sent out a signal to Optimus.

"Ahoy, Prime. It's Powerglide!"

It didn't take long for the Autobot leader to respond. "This is Optimus, Powerglide. It's good to hear from you, old friend."

"Dude, you have no idea how great it is to hear your voice, Optimus. I came to this planet as soon as I got your message."

"Is anyone else with you?"

"I haven't detected anyone else so far. I arrived on this planet alone."

There was a pause. "Meet up with us to the base as soon as you can. I'll have Ratchet transfer the coordinates."

"Roger, Big Bot. Powerglide out."

Powerglide cruised into Northern California at approximately 800 miles per hour as he awaited the transfer of the base coordinates from Ratchet. Just as he received the transfer, he detected what appeared to be a faint Autobot signal from below him. Powerglide slowed his speed, opened his public communications channel and sent a transmission. "Yo, Powerglide here."

First there was silence, and then ... "I should've known with the way your signal danced over the radar."

Powerglide recognized the voice immediately. "Hey, hey, hey! Prowl! Long time no see, old buddy! How've you been?"

"I've been better," Prowl replied, his voice a little heavy. "It seems you haven't changed one bit."

"Nope!" Powerglide answered cheerfully. "Local camouflage active and having fun. I'm a F-35 Lightning II. What about you?"

"Chevrolet Impala LS, modified for law enforcement utilization," came the military strategist's response.

"Oh, sweet! You're a cop!"

"If you don't shut up, I'll arrest your aft for reckless flying!"

"Hey. C'mon, dude. Why are you being so sour?"

"I was ambushed by Decepticons en route," Prowl replied. "Most of the minor damages have since repaired themselves, but I need Ratchet to repair the rest. I'm having a hard enough time driving at eighty miles an hour as it is."

"Ah, that sucks. That's a good reason to be sour."

"Powerglide, don't you think the humans might be a little suspicious as to why a military jet is flying in crazy loops around the country?"

"What's wrong about that?"

Prowl sighed. "I'll meet you at the base. Prowl out."

Geeze, what got into his energon this morning, Powerglide thought to himself in a huff. He closed the channel, increased his speed and fell off the radar on his way to the Autobot base.

Prowl watched Powerglide's signal fall off the radar and mentally shook his head. Powerglide was a young and talented aerial fighter, respected greatly by his peers. The military strategist was disappointed to hear that even after all these years of war with the Decepticons, Powerglide he still hadn't matured. He still had the same puffed up ego that made him perform stunts that other Aerialbots wouldn't dare and usually just for bragging rights. Prowl never did see why bragging was so important, there wasn't even a kilobyte of logic in such an act, but he had other things on his processors to think about. For the moment, his only focus was getting to the base in one piece.

Edward loved safari tours. He had been visiting Africa since his mid twenties just to get a taste of the wild life and especially to watch the animals in their natural habitats. Sure, he could've just seen them in any local zoo but it just wasn't the same. He always felt almost at home around these animals. So much in fact that he didn't have a family of his own. He knew never to provoke the animals, but to watch them from a distance.

"Fearfully fascinating beasts," he said to himself as he watched a pack of lions through his binoculars. He heard a cry and looked up to see an eagle flying overhead. He decided to take a closer look with his binoculars, but noticed immediately that something wasn't right. The eagle looked shiny, metalic even, as if it was made out of some kind of metal. He briefly removed his hat and scratched his head. "Ed, youve been out in the heat too long," he said to himself.

Before getting ready to return, Edward took one last look around with his binoculars and two particular animals caught his eye. To his right stood a rather large rhinoceros who also wore a shiny metallic skin like the eagle. To his left near the lion pack was a lion that was much larger than the others, also with a metallic skin and what appeared to be a razor-sharp mane. It was resting comfortably on its front side, watching the other lions with what appeared to be curiosity.

"What the hell?" he said to himself, zooming in closer. "Are they a new breed or what? That can't be normal."

Suddenly, the mysterious lion looked towards him and stood up. Edward's heart began to pound as the lion began to move toward him. Slowly at first but then it gradually picked up speed. As it drew closer, he could see more detail of the lion's metalic skin and began to realize that it wasn't a real lion at all. He dropped his binoculars and proceeded to run away in fear. However, the lion was too fast and quickly caught up, jumping into the air and landing right on him. Edward'd body was thrown to the ground with crushing force, knocking the wind out of him and breaking bones. The lion let out an ear-slitting mechanical roar, the last thing Edward witnessed before being violently decapitated by the giant beast.

The mechanical lion could have laughed if he wasn't so preoccupied with killing the human. Filthy, disgusting creatures they were, and he wanted nothing more than to rid the planet of them forever. After all, if earth was going to be the new home of the Decepticons they couldn't have these rodents running around and getting in the way. He wasted no time in gorging the fragile body, leaving blood and gore everywhere. There was a cry from above and the mechanical eagle, twice the size of an average eagle, flew down and landed on the human's jeep. The lion looked up at his comrade with a look sadistic satisfaction of his face.

"I see you enjoyed that," the eagle commented with a cheery tone.

The lion liked his mouth clean with his metal tongue. "The fleshlings actually don't taste bad at all, but I still prefer energon."

"Developing a taste for humans, Razorclaw? Starscream will be happy to hear that," the eagle commented.

"I could care less what Starscream likes," Razorclaw growled. "As long as we rid the world of the fleshlings and Autobots, I will be happy."

The mechanical rhinoceros approached the duo. "That looks like fun, boss. I want to kill some humans, too!"

"Patience, Headstrong," Razorclaw said in reply. "First we must regroup, then meet with Starscream to discuss our next move. Divebomb, have you located Rampage and Tantrum?"

"Aye, sir," Divebomb replied. "Rampage landed in the country called India and Tantrum in South Africa."

"Good," Razorclaw hissed with a smirk, opening his communication channel. "I do believe it is time to announce our presense. Soundwave, this is Razorclaw. Inform Starscream that we are in need of aerial transport to the United States. Also transfer the coordinates of Rampage and Tantrum's locations."

"Soundwave acknowledges," came the deep monotone of the communications officer. "Message transfered. Seeker arrival time approximately six hours."

"I don't know about you sir, but I missed Soundwave," Divebomb commented, flying up into the air and hovering in circles around his comrades.

Razorclaw shrugged. "I didn't 'miss' Soundwave as you put it but his presence at least guarantees that Starscream won't sabotage the plan. We all know how The Fallen gets when something doesn't go his way."

"So what do we do in the meantime, boss?" Headstrong asked eagerly.

"Hmm ... do what you do best, Headstrong. Destroy everything in your path and do not hesitate to kill any fleshlings you encounter," Razorclaw answered casually. Headstrong smiled sadistically in response and took off at high speed, the ground rumbling in his wake.

Razorclaw smiled. Very soon, they would reunite with their fellow Decepticons and wage war on mankind and their Autobot guardians. They won't stop until the blood of every last organic and the energon of every last Autobot is smeared over their graves. The people of earth will have good reason to fear the Decepticons and their harbingers of destruction: The Predacons.

Note: This is what was originally chapter three. Most of it didn't really change except what was necessary. Now that I have this one done, I can finally get on to writing new content for this story. Cheers. :)