The Devil's Advocate: Extraterrestrial Alliance

Summary: Answering Optimus' call, a group of Autobots head for Earth, but are separated from the main group as they landed on the wrong continent. Europe. Lost and in need of assistance, they make a deal with the devils and demon hunters of Devil May Cry…

Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything of the awesome Transformers or Devil May Cry games… if I did, I wouldn't be writing this in the first place… Other things mentioned in this fic that may have licenses or other things belong to their owners. I only own OCs and the story plot…

A/N: Thanks to vynya-galad who gave me the first review and second fav for this story and I'll be happy to keep going on. Thanks also to edvis93, The Dimension Crossing Mew for the 3rd and 4th fav. Another thanks to Fullmetal5000 for the first alert. This genre is challenge for me, and I'm really having fun with it. This chapter is an action packed one, just for those who have been itching for a good DMC and Transformers battle! Longer chapter too! Happy reading!

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Chapter 2: 'If a 'Squishy' is a Human, what does a Devil make?'

Switzerland

Rural Area, Car Junkyard

18:15 Hours Local Time

"Are you an Autobot or Decepticon?!"

For a while, Sunstreaker just stood there in bewilderment what he was hearing. Prime had told them they were living in secret among them and the ones they knew were in the US. Then what was the explanation for the human in front of him? Were there humans who sided with Decepticons? There was only one way to find out.

"Autobot." He answeredevenly. "How would a squishy know about us? The ones who know about us are a continent away from here."

Although it was annoying and NOT acceptable in the elder's twin dictionary that this bot had called him a 'squishy' (twice) and irritated him, Vergil tersely replied "We have Autobot allies."

If they weren't a tight situation, the bot would have turned into metal confetti by Vergil's sword Yamato. Still, the bot didn't seem to buy it or believed what Vergil had said.

"Any proof-"

Sunstreaker was cut of by a series of blasts that both he and Vergil took to the ground avoiding any pieces of debris that were flying from the detonation.

Recovering from the final blast on one knee the blue clad half devil faced the robot with determination. "Look, we're not exactly in a situation for confirming anything yet, but as far as I'm concerned, Decepticons leave their injured behind. Your friend over there is compassionate enough to help your injured friend. We might as well have a truce than getting killed by them."

Taking the statement by the human into account, as much as Sunstreaker was stubborn wanted to finish things by himself… things were already out of hand and the human made his point clear. He had pretty much stepped over his own ego for this, but Sides was far more important now as well as his teammates Blitzout and Silverstar. If the battle kept on going on, there was a minimal chance for his brother to survive and his comrades were in danger of getting offlined as well. Other than that, Sunny was hell bent on taking revenge on the Decepticon who wanted to kill the femmes and Sides who was apparently their attacker.

"Alright, a temporary truce until proven." Sunstreaker emphasized. "The injured one is my twin. If he dies, I'll kill you."

Even though he was used to threats, the statement startled Vergil but he hid it well. He knew that the Autobot had meant what he said. The half devil now understood why the bot was on edge, uneasy, and emotional.

Vergil nodded. "Your Earth designation?"

The elder twin bot couldn't help but be fascinated how the human knew that their names couldn't be translated to Earth's languages, so they had to choose ones that would represent them the most. Perhaps it was true he had Autobot allies, Decepticons on the other hand would never even think about teaching low life forms about Cybertronians.

"Sunstreaker," Sunny replied.

"Vergil."

They both took their attention back to the battle keeping their backs behind cover. Their current enemy was the largest out of the Deceptions on the field. There was a problem facing this one, the bot was heavily shielded with armor and had more fire arms than the others. Trying to get near it would be disastrous or suicidal if they didn't disarm it.

Vergil himself wasn't a fire arms enthusiast as he judged them to be far from honorable, but then again, the Decepticon's armor they were facing wasn't getting any damage from Sunstreaker's attacks with his laser canons. There had to be other means of taking it down. The half-devil glanced towards his brothers that have managed to make holes in the other Decepticons by charging their guns with demonic power. But the holes proved to be too small to make any major impact and added up the anger that made the 'Cons more destructive.

Sunstreaker glanced worriedly at his brother and saw him with other humans who were crowding next to Silverstar. One of them was doing something to his brother. He turned his attention to the human beside him, "What is she doing? If-"

"She's trying to heal your brother." Vergil spoke quickly defending Linarien. "She's the best out of us who can at this time, but if we don't take care of the larger Decepticon, it'll make her harder to concentrate and hinder saving your twin."

Vergil was rather angry at the Autobot, but he did not force his actions too much knowing that the Autobot was worried for his twin. The clad blue half-devil was told once by Waybreaker that twins were considered extremely rare on Cybertron. The occurrence was due to a split of one spark that created two beings, similar of what happened to identical twins of human babies and devil nestlings. However there was a problem with sharing the same spark, if one were to go offline the one living was either going to die soon later or will live a very crippled life. And for a Cybertronian it could be worth of millions of years of being crippled.

He had to make Sunstreaker focus on the present state or they were all pretty much done for.

With that, Vergil only gave a gaze that ushered the bot to their enemy. "Do you know any information regarding our current enemy?"

Sunstreaker grunted. Even though he wasn't sure how that female squishy was going to fix his brother, he took matters back to their own position. "As long as we don't pull down Bludgeon, there's no way going near that 'Con. His strength is his weakness, his armor. As long as there's a way to get near him and tear it off, he's good as scarp. No good doing that while his weapons are still online and while he still stands, we can't do much."

"I noticed. Your laser canons didn't make any damage on him." Vergil agreed and inquired, "Possibly another weakness he has for such a bulky body?"

He did not like being pointed out of his own method being a failure. However, Sunny was finding the human's reasoning quite interesting. "Behind and around his knee joints, but any fire arm shot at them would be destroyed by his fires arms before they get there. Not unless you have a weapon that suddenly zaps into the spot around his knees would do the trick."

Vergil smirked. "Ice is also a weakness to your kind, yes?"

A reply nod in agreement. "It seems you have a plan." Sunstreaker replied.

Vergil smiled sinisterly and only gave the bot a challenging gaze. "If you're willing to rip Bludgeon apart with pleasure, then yes."

Sunstreaker was now convinced that the human was worth to put up with, especially when it came to torturing the enemy who was the cause of his brother's condition.

"I'm listening."

Meanwhile on the other side of the junkyard…

Silverstar wasn't sure of what to make of the situation.

She was frightened to the part where she thought she had lost Sideswipe. But now it was a different story.

Not a while ago she was approached by a human, or at least what she thought was a human femme who was offering her help. Her name was Linarien. And to her amazement she was now healing up Sides' wiring without soldering them. Silverstar watched as Sideswipe's energon leak was closing before her very optics.

Help was here, there was hope.

It didn't take long that more human femmes soon showed up that they were doing whatever they can to help Sideswipe. It heavily reminded Silverstar of her own friends Acree, Chromia, and Flareup in how they were close together and guilt grabbed her spark. She shook her head a couple of times, trying to focus immediately tried to dismiss those feelings as she knew it was her choice to come here.

"Are you alright?" said the human named Kyrie.

Silverstar wasn't really sure how to reply, "A bit low on energon – err – energy."

Another human femme with silver hair came up to her left with a smile. "Hey, you're a femme bot right?"

"How did you-"

"Know?" Lily said. "We've been friends with some Autobots for some time now. Well, in secret. Can you fight now? Cuz were in a bit of a trouble with that dude coming our way." She pointed out as a Decepticon was heading their way.

The blond named Trish was trying to shoot it out with electric bursts out of her guns. "Hey, girls, a bit of help?!"

Silverstar winced as she realized she couldn't help at all, her status was severely low on energon for her that here was no way of using her canons. "Negative. My weapons are offlined."

There was a sudden blast that took everyone by surprise as smoke filled their view. Silverstar was sure she heard a pulse blast, but why weren't they dead yet? When everything came into view, she noticed on of the human channeling her power at the orb shield around them.

"Thanks, Kyrie." Trish sighed with relief. "I thought we were goners back there. You got to teach me more of those sorcery spells next time."

Kyrie cringed in pain, "That was a heavy shot. I don't think my shield can take another!"

"Well, well, well. A femme bot and femme fleshlings for my shoot practice! What could have been better!" the 'Con cackled with a pleasure in his voice. "How about we leave this place quietly and you can be my pets? I think we can have a good time!"

Pissed, Silverstar threw a car frame from the pile of junk at the 'Con. "Not in a billion years slag head!" As soon as she knew that she could throw things for offense as her weapons were down, there was no way of stopping her.

Lily, with the help of her own Devil Bringer (her left hand) also helped out the femme bot. "No way! I hate sexists!"

"Damn Femmes!" He bellowed as he shot out more of his ammunitions to avoid getting hit directly by junk. "How DARE you throw junk at me!"

Trish kept her guns shooting bullets. What was taking the brunette so long? If there was a very efficient way to get the perverted Decepticon down, it was her main weapon that was the key. Probably to buy more time they had to solder the 'Con down somehow. She went up to the elf that was busy working on the injured bot.

"Linarien, love, would you happen to carry a card that can solder or hold that bot into place?" Trish asked quickly. "I need to borrow some if were going to get rid of 'pervert' here. I'll use my own magic so you won't be bothered fixing the Autobot."

"Yes, the Fire card and the Shadow card." Linarien said warily as she kept focusing on her healing duty. "Right back pocket."

"I'm on it." Trish said quickly.

"Where's Lady?" Linarien asked.

"Off to get her prized weapon, I hope." Trish muttered. Satisfied she plucked the two cards she had been looking for. "Don't worry about us. Just focus on healing, we'll take him out. I'm sure the boys are in their own fights taking on the other four Decepticons."

"Right."

Trish rushed back to the battle, with the two cards in hand. While the throwing scheme courtesy of Lily and Silverstar was working splendidly slowing down the Decepticon, the smaller amount of plasma bullets that were spread firing all over the place was taking its toll on Kyrie's shield. She knew what to do…

The female devil focused he magical energy on the card 'Fire', calling forth its soul. Once the incantation was complete, with a burst of flame, a large fire phoenix was at her command. Trish directed her thoughts towards the phoenix to attack the 'Con's plasma blaster. Without further or do the spirit headed towards the enemy.

Surprised at the flaming creature that was coming his way, the 'Con without thinking shop a barrage of bullets at it. However, the more he did the larger the phoenix expanded in size. The blond devil smirked, Fire was a special card that could eat up the ammunition of fire arms and add it to itself given that explosive fire and blasts were under Fire's element.

The effect of Fire's attack was satisfying.

Fire had managed to melt the plasma gun rendering it useless and the Decepticon's body burning hot. The bot panicked as he rolled on the ground trying to cool himself off.

"Nice fire spell," Lady remarked as she came into view behind Trish.

Trish gave her a questioning look, "Where have you been? Does it take this long to get your rocket launcher?"

"Well, it wouldn't if my motorcycle wasn't blasted off to the other side of the blasted junkyard by a meteor!" Lady grumbled. "This is the fourth time my motorcycle got destroyed!"

"Ouch." Trish said. "You're going to put it on Dante's tab?"

"Not this time," Lady said in slight regret. "He can be thankful it wasn't his fault. But this bastard we're fighting is the one behind it!"

"It's a shame he isn't going to be online any longer." Trish agreed. The two demon hunters headed their way to Lily and Silverstar.

"Lady! You're finally here!" Lily jumped for joy. "Can you blast him? He's getting on my nerves."

"Of course I will!" Lady scoffed. "He destroyed my motorcycle! I need that 'hand' of yours."

"Got it," Lily said. Then the daughter of Sparda asked the femme bot. "You got everything ready?"

Curious, Lady and Trish took their attention to the frame car that was filled up with white discs being fixed all over the casings.

"Yes. One full delivery of pulse explosives, ready to destroy," Silverstar showed her new 'human' friends. She eyed on the rocket launcher, "This should react well to your weapon."

In growls and grunts the Decepticon stood up. Knowing this was the signal to start, the girls and the female Autobot executed their plan.

Trish this time used the Shadow card. As its name, it has the ability to control shadows and it had the most powerful effect when used at night. As soon as the card was charged up, it flew straight into the 'Con's shadow taking over its movements completely.

"What the Slag?!" the Con yelled as he found he couldn't move at all. He growled as his body was forced into position as if were to grasp something.

On cue, with a good swing, Silverstar threw the car frame to his hands. "Catch it! It's my gift!"

Looking at what he was holding in his arms, the Decepticon whimpered as he saw the amount of pulse detonators. No matter how much he tried to move he was stuck to his place. "No, no, no, no, no, no! Stop! S-Stop! Y-You c-c-c-can't b-b-be s-s-s-serious!"

"When ever you ready Lady," Lily said in a happy tune.

"EAT THIS ASSHOLE!" Lady roared.

With Lady's rocket launcher blasted the missile out, Trish added her lightning bolt, plus with Lily grabbing the missile while she added a bit of her own power with her devil bringer, their attack soared with great speed to the Decepticon's 'gift present' by Silverstar. The attack went straight on the spot of its spark, disintegrated with flashy fireworks, offlining it permanently.

"Woo hoo! That's what you get when you try to mess with ladies!" Lily cheered.

"Hear, hear!" Lady agreed. "That's payback for my motorcycle!"

"Seems like no wonder where you are in the universe, some males are just so dense." Trish commented as she turned to the Autobot.

"I suppose you're right."

For femmes of this world, they totally kicked some 'aft. Silverstar couldn't help but be happy for their bravado and victory.

Kyrie sighed in relief that her shield won't be shattered again, but she kept it raised it up just incase. She smiled to Linarien who was now calmer and working swiftly on the Sideswipe. "We're all counting on you now."

"I'll do what can." Linarien smiled back. She then spoke to the femme bot, "Silverstar, can you lift the back shoulders a bit? I'm going to try and heal the inner spark chamber."

Silverstar immediately did what she was asked to, as the human crawled over to Sideswipe's upper body. "Save him."

"I will." Linarien said determinedly.

Not too far away…

Blitzout couldn't really say much about his new human allies.

Wait. Scratch that.

He was too stunned to say anything. The humans had exchanged their names with him, were helping him and they claimed to be friends with some Autobots. To a very logical robotic alien, it had been too good to be true. Yet… for some reason 'the good too be true part' was ruined when the field of war was still to their disadvantage.

Out of five Decepticons… why did they have to go against three?

Life was so unfair…

Blitzout was thankful that the place they landed did provide shelter from incoming attacks. More than that he still wasn't so sure about his new companions, which to his optics weren't looking as if they were going to help and turn the tide.

"Aw, man!" Dante whined. "And I thought I had enough bad luck with women. Don't tell me I'm in it with robotic aliens as well!"

Nero rolled his eyes, "You and your bad luck, Dante. Don't even think about making bets this time." The younger was trying not to remember of a certain bet that nearly got them for granted.

Both half-devils were pretty much aware that their present fire arms were out of the battle unless they hit a weak spot. So both of them thought it would be best to resort to their swords. Their new alien friend wasn't really all that convinced that they could do any damage by using swords.

"How are you going to cut them?" Blitzout asked the red clad human doubtfully.

Dante shrugged, "You happen to know their sensitive parts, big guy?"

"Sensitive?"

"Dante, you idiot!" Nero snapped and threw a piece of metal on Dante's head.

"Ouch! What was that for?!"

The youngest son of Sparda ignored his protests, muttered about having a harebrained brother and quickly rephrased it, "What he means is a weak point!"

Blitzout wasn't really getting what Dante had meant as he did not understand all human phrases yet, he only had managed to download what he needed from the World Wide Web and he only took the normal language and official phrases of everyday life to his databanks.

"Shoulder joints, their optics, and their chest area have weak armor." Blitzout replied. "Other then that, they're slow."

Dante gazed back at the three Decepticons, no wonder they took longer to face them. They seemed to be 'Bigfoots' with smaller bodies (weren't in proportion), which weren't exactly good for running because it was easy to lose balance. It was probably why they were staying away from being too close, they were all long distance fighters. All this time their guns only made tiny holes in their armor because it wasn't a fragile spot…. Their slow behavior was a major advantage. The red clad demon looked to his brother and Blitzout.

"Blitzout, can you give a good distraction on all three? You know… a rapid spread fire? But in their faces, no ground shots." Dante asked.

"Yes, I can." Blitlzout said curious to how this human would plan anything to get their attackers down.

"OK. You do that big guy." Dante said then he turned to his younger brother. "Nero, with me. I'm going to give us more time."

'Time?' Blitzout wondered as he thought he wasn't enough for a distraction.

Nero instantly understood that Dante was going to use his Quick Silver ability; it was a fighting style that focused on slowing time itself.

"You're going to take the 'Con on the left, I'll take the right." The red clad devil then looked to the bot, "You're gonna take the middle one down. We're doing a double distraction and rush strategy."

Blitzout was mildly surprised. For a human, it knew how to plan a battle, even if it was nowhere near to Prowl's complicated tactics perhaps it could work. "Very well."

Nero quickly held on to Dante's shoulder.

"Ready?"

They all nodded.

"On my count to three." Dante said. "One… THREE!"

With the snap of his fingers, Dante's world had slowed down. He dragged his younger brother as they ran in the middle of the field as the multi split-second blasts were above their heads, courtesy for their friend bot Blitzout. Just how fast were their weapons? Dante was using Quick Silver and was surprised some of the blasts were already on their targets faces. The good thing was they had poor reflexes and that was enough to undertake their plan.

His plan was to take down the three 'Cons at once with major distractions before they even thought of getting their weapons to counter attack.

Once they were close enough, Dante tossed Nero into the air to the left Decepticon while he jumped towards the right. In another split second, he ended his Quick Silver ability, lashed out Rebellion from his back and stabbed the Decepticon in the Optic. He then took out Ivory and sent a charged shot to Blitzout's target in the optic as well.

At the same time in mid air, Nero charged up his sword Red Queen which burst into flames and aimed straight at the 'Con's chest melting straight into the spark chamber offlining it immediately.

Blitzout came charging in and tackled his foe onto the floor who was too preoccupied in trying to nurse his optic. There was a great wrestle between them as the punched and kicked each other for dominance.

Nero, who had taken out his target and pulled Red Queen out from the dead 'Con made a break to help Dante who was dangling off as Rebellion was planted to what seemed to be the 'Con's left eye. It was waving around its head and trying to swat Dante as though he was a fly.

"Forget about me kiddo!" Dante shouted as he shot another charged shot to the other optic of his target, making it a completely blind. "You should give Blitzout a 'hand'!

Nero sighed. "Alright, but don't blame me if you ruin your leather coat!" He then dashed away in the opposite direction.

Nero made a low whistle. Dante wasn't kidding at all when Blitzout said about giving a hand. The youngest son of Sparda was very sure that Blitzout was one heck of a warrior robot, but it didn't take a genius to figure out that he was pretty beat before they landed.

He pulled up his long sleeve of his jacket and took off his glove to reveal his Devil Bringer, glowing in the darkness, "Time to put you into action."

Blitzout winced as he was taking couple of blows from the Decepticon, his energon levels were now lower than he expected them to be as more of his body systems were giving him alerts that he was in danger. He wasn't giving it out without a fight, not after telling Sunstreaker he would join him and be a support. He chose to come all this way, and he didn't like the idea of offlining when he knew he could be alive to help out.

Suddenly, the enemy bot took out an extremely large laser canon, happily looking at Blitzout's expression that turned into fear.

The 'Con charged it up….

Blitzout was expecting the worst as he shut off his optics.

But the shot never came.

In a split second reaction, Blitzout switched his optics on to see why he was still alive.

There was a large glowing clawed hand that was glowing in the air that grabbed the 'Con and threw him to the ground a few feet away.

As soon as the hand disappeared into thin air, Blitzout scanned himself looking for injuries. But all the same, he felt suspicious at what just happened to him.

"You alright Blitzout?" Nero asked worriedly. "Those wounds look nasty. You got dents all over you."

Blitzout was surprised at the display. Was he really a human? It wasn't really the same of what Optimus had reported… "It's not bad as it looks, it just took my armor and a bit of my outer casing. No major internal wounds."

"Well, if you say so." Nero replied. "Tell me if anything comes up."

Blitzout took his blaster out and aimed where Nero was. "A Decepticon!"

Nero leapt with all his might to avoid the blaster explosion from the place to find that the 'Con had 'come up' to him, but blown away courtesy of Blitzout's shooting and the 'Con losing his outer body plating.

"I'll finish him off!" Nero eagerly charged up his Devil Bringer, and made the last attack.

Nero's extended Devil Bringer punched into the unprotected chest, pinning the Con to the ground and eventually destroying the spark chamber.

Dante on the other side of them came by them as he was finished with his kill, ultimately slicing the bot in two with his sword Rebellion; afterwards he smashed what seemed to be remains of what looked like a robot heart.

"What was that hand?" Blitzout asked. "That wasn't human at all."

Nero was now uncomfortable as he covered his Devil Bringer out of sight, "We'll explain when we're out of here. We promise."

Blitzout had wanted to say something but stopped himself, the human seemed uneasy, and he figured it wasn't polite to ask about it… at least not to the fact his life was saved by the human intervening with his 'hand' of his.

"Affirmative, you must have your reasons then."

"More than meets the Eye, big guy." Dante replied as he patted the bot's leg in a friendly gesture. "We should get back to your injured friend. I'm worried about how the ladies are doing."

Back to Sunstreaker and Vergil…

Bludgeon was infuriated with Sunstreaker.

For the last few astro-seconds they were both rapid firing at each other with their ammunition exploding in collisions at one another one neither overcoming the other. He growled at his enemy as Sunstreaker was smirking at him! How dare that worthless Autobot think he had the chance to defeat him when his weapons were useless! He was also pissed at the fact he soon had to stop shooting due to the amount of dust that now covered the battlefield. He waited the dust to fade and did not quite believe what he saw in front of his eyes.

The Decepticon was in for a surprise as Sunstreaker was charging out at him.

But what he did not notice the smaller figure that was behind the Autobot ready to release his missiles.

For the first time in his life, Vergil conjured fifty Summoning Swords with an ice element. He aimed twenty-five each at the 'Con's knee joints, in a tenth of a second they whirling around him… the next they teleported around and dug deeply into his target freezing off the joints, rendering him useless as the Decepticon roared in agony and came tumbling down. The blue clad half-devil immediately teleported a couple of times with his Dark Slayer ability to cut the distance between the robots.

Sunny wasted no time adding his own weight as he slammed Bludgeon down seeking his own revenge. With his bare metal framed hands he started to rip off the armor by force. To the human equivalent, it was like tearing off skin. Pinning down the thrashing bot below him like a wild rodeo, he kept peeling off the excess armor off to reach the spark chamber like crazy. Unbeknownst to him, a free hand of Bludgeon held on to Sunny's neck. Sunstreaker cursed trying to get the 'Con's grip off him.

"What's the matter, Sunstreaker? Is your brother offlined?" Bludgeon mocked and cackled as the bot powered up the missiles and fire arms in his hands. "How about I let you join him?"

Sunstreaker growled in rage using one hand to loosen his enemy's the grip while his other was used to pin down the 'Cons other hand, but stopped in surprise as there was sudden sonorous sound of metal in the air.

Visible multiple orbs of space were produced around the arm that gripped him and to his shock it sliced his attacker's metallic limb into what it seemed an infinite amount of pieces as the wiring ripped out pouring out with fresh energon.

Bludgeon cried in pain. Sunny soon traced the origin to the human Vergil stunned to actually do heavy damage to a Decepticon and now seeing the human with his own optics teleporting to his enemy's vocal processor completely destroying it with the thrust of his sword. Sunstreaker noted how he did such an act with no guilt and no hesitation.

So, the human was a fierce warrior.

Or maybe not so human to his optics… Sunny was well aware that no human could slice up a Decepticon's arm with a sword. It did not fit any of Optimus' reports all.

Vergil was satisfied that his planned worked, it took more Judgment Cut orbs to take the whole arm off… but the enemy was useless as it couldn't do anything more. Not even scream at all. He then gave Sunstreaker some personal space as he hopped of the 'Con and stood a few meters back.

"Your kill," Vergil said.

Sunny gave a quick thank you gesture, before he jabbed his hand into the body, seized the 'Con's spark chamber, took it out for his enemy to see his spark.

"Who's offlined now?" Sunstreaker said without a tone of remorse. Seeing the enemy's fear and trying to act, he gripped the soft spark chamber hard and crushing it in his metal hand. The red optics of his enemy faded. He threw what was left in disgust.

Knowing that the battle everyone had fought was over, Vergil and Sunstreaker headed off in the direction where everyone was.

By the time the two got there, everyone was focused on how Linarien was doing. Sunstreaker could not actually believe that Sideswipe's arm was back to normal, there were no more energon leaks at all, and even most of the armor plating was intact as if nothing had happened.

"How is he?" Sunstreaker asked the healer worriedly.

"Not well." Linarien said with concern. "I may have healed the outer wounds, but whatever hit him must collide and heavily injured the inner spark chamber."

Everyone wasn't taking the news well, especially after they had made it all this way to Earth and offlined the 'Cons.

Dante had immediately gone to his twin and privately said, "Verge, we need to get him back to the base."

"I know," Vergil said. "But we can't move him until the healing process is finished. Teleportation will only move him to make him more injured than he already is and also ruin a healer's focus."

"Tch, damn!" Dante cursed as he kicked a piece of junk near his foot. He hated when he couldn't do anything.

"Sunny!" Blitzout yelled.

Sunstreaker stumbled to one knee as he now was feeling the effects of his spark being ripped out of his spark chamber. He gritted his mouth plates in pain. Blitzout was by his side trying to help him up. Silverstar was trying to get call him through the Cybertronian language to keep him conscious.

Everyone was too shocked to do anything. They were confused on what and why this was happening.

"Verge?!" Dante consulted his brother for information.

Vergil's eyes narrowed with worry, "Sunstreaker and the injured one, Sideswipe are twins. They share the same spark, so what happens with one will affect the other."

"Vergil! Sideswipe's spark is fading!" Linarien cried. "We can't keep him here!"

Vergil seethed in silence and made the final decision, "We'll have to move him then."

"Didn't you say it was going to make it worse?!" Dante argued.

"The reason why we have to finish it quickly," the elder twin said sternly. Vergil then put his hand on his brother's shoulder. "Lead everyone capable of magic here to prepare the teleportation. We need everyone's help, with all four Cybertronian robots with us; we need all the people we can to get everyone out of here. I won't be helping, so I need your power to help the teleport process."

Dante had wanted to protest but he shut his mouth. He gritted his teeth but knew his brother was right. "Dammnit Verge, don't get yourself killed. But you're probably the only one here who can as you magic powers are second to Linarien's. Don't go dying on me! The only one who can make your ass whooped is me!"

With that Dante went off to barking orders as they prepared a teleportation circle around them.

Vergil put his hand on his fiance's shoulder. "Take my power, and channel it through Tech."

"But-"

"I wouldn't be doing this if I wasn't sure. We'll loose two Autobots if we wait any longer." Vergil pressed.

Linarien nodded back with a fierce determination as she focused on Vergil's power, taking it to give to Tech.

Blitzout and Silverstar watched in awe as Sideswipe's fading spark was now returning in brightness.

Sunstreaker soon blinked his optics as he understood that he wasn't feeling any more pain. Without the help of Blitzout, he was now standing again. Blitzout quickly gave him the explanation to as what had just happened. Sunny's scan was on Vergil, he was surprised at what he saw. Inside of Vergil's organic body was a 'spark', channeling its energy out through the femme and his brother. However as a consequence, Vergil's body functions were declining rapidly.

The human was helping him by sacrificing his own life?

"It's done!" Linarien sighed in relief. "His spark is stable!"

Vergil gasped as he was exhausted beyond comprehension. He was definitely going to be bedridden after this act. The blue clad half-devil couldn't stand as his wobbly feet gave in as he felt backwards.

There was a sudden swoop. Vergil had expected to hit the ground, but now he was in Sunstreaker's palm. He gasped in more oxygen as he lay in the hand of the Autobot.

"You didn't have to do that. But you saved Sides and me."

Vergil only inclined his head, too tired to say anything.

"We're ready to teleport!" Linarien exclaimed.

As soon as the healing process was finished, Dante shouted the order.

They teleported back to base…

Switzerland, Bern

Outskirts of Bern

An Old Large Mansion, In the Basement

19:00 Hours Local Time

"Enlighten me; I've heard that you kind give slang terms to humans as either a 'squishy', 'fleshling', or an 'organic'…" Luther asked, "What would category we would come into?"

Sparda perked a brow at his father's statement. It may be a good question to cut out the tension right now as he was also curious himself.

Waybreaker was static for a while as he searched the World Wide Web for additional info.

During that silence though, they ignored resonating growls from Quickswitch.

Then Waybreaker shook his head as he ended his search on the internet, "I can't say, you're definitely an organic but you put off energy that resembles a Cybertronian spark." He then summed up his conclusion with a wink. "Perhaps we would call devils as Spark-Organics or S.O. s"

The two devils chuckled at their robot friend's antiques.

"Quite fitting," Sparda praised the bot. "You're probably the only Cybertronian who knows about our kind the most."

"And lived with them for more than 200 years," Luther added. Abruptly the devil said, "You're nervous to meet your kind again are you?"

The medic flier froze like a statue.

Sparda couldn't help and feel sorry for the bot and quickly nudged his father (who quickly apologized) knowing that the fact they had not been apart of the war for that time actually made them feel guilty. Not to add the status of the Aerialbots was weighing on him as a healer. The Dark Night was well aware that Waybreaker was not in a state to accept more comrades in a stasis lock.

"At ease, Waybreaker," Sparda soothed. "We're still not sure of who might come. And this time, we may see our chances may be better for your friends."

"I suppose…" Waybreaker hesitated. "I just don't like waiting too long…"

"I have to agree with you, but it's the only thing we can do now," Sparda sighed.

Waybreaker, Sparda and Luther were restless.

Ever since Lily had teleported the demon hunters back to base in extreme haste and disappeared, they had became worried. Seeking answers, they had asked the demon hunters upon what they had encountered.

The group that was extracting the metals from the junkyard was fighting a Decepticon Autobot battle.

It took only a second to change Quickswitch's mood to 'fury'. Waybreaker made a grab on the bot, while Luther and Sparda had to hold the bot casting constricting spells and calm him down. It was the reason why they tied to bot into place, as long as he was angry there were chances of the bot destroying anything and everything around him. The spells cast on him would release on its own when the six-changer changed to a calmer mood.

Sparda believed with his sons and daughter's fighting skills they could win the battle. He had suggested instead making preparations for any who are severely injured, Autobot, human or half-devil as he was sure that it was more beneficial than to join in the battle and increase more casualties much to Quickswitch's protests.

Luther on the other hand, had prepared a clean up crew and was intending to leave as soon as his grand-children came back. There was a like-hood that the human had captured the meteors location with their satellites. It was crucial to get rid of every piece of evidence that pointed out that the supernatural existed, however he wasn't going to cover up the alien radiation that would be left behind. It was far too conspicuous if everything just had disappeared to nothing.

They were very aware that the US military had Autobots with them; the Autobot Commander Optimus Prime had sent his transmission not too long ago about their presence on Earth and the happenings in Mission City about their cover up. Being on Earth, Waybreaker and Quickswitch had received it during their recharge. The Sparklings were unaware of it as they have not learned in accepting Autobot military transmissions.

As much as Waybreaker and Quickswitch were eager to join back with their commander, their sparks felt heavy in leaving the sparklings behind. Bringing them along was out of the question, exposing them to direct danger of other Decepticons and the war itself. Jazz was said to have barely survive and went into stasis courtesy of Megatron, but was revived using a piece of the AllSpark. Even if Megatron was dead, they were wary of Starscream and Megatron's other high commanding officers would take over.

Five Autobots (not counting themselves) was not enough in their eyes for the protection of their Sparklings, even if the humans had helped. So they decided that once the Aerialbots came online and more Autobots answered Prime's call they would come back, for now they chose to stay out of the war.

"The Sparklings, how are they?" Sparda asked Waybreaker.

"Deep in recharge for another 12 human hours at least," the medic flier replied. "I'm not quite sure to introduce them to our newcomers yet. Not until I know who exactly we're dealing with."

"They may have grown older, but they're still sensitive to new strangers," Sparda agreed. "It's best to not let them see our newcomers, at least until everything is sorted out."

"Sorry old friend," Waybreaker asked uncomfortably. "Do you mind you keeping an eye out for them while I work in the med bay? Illusion especially, I don't want her sneaking around and find she nearly got stepped on by our newcomers."

"Certainly," Sparda said. "I'll keep an extra few wards on their room and keep watch. I'll be back in a few hours then."

And with that, Sparda disappeared from sight.

"How many Autobots are we going to meet?" Quickswitch said anxiously. The bot was in the 'nervous' mood.

Waybreaker scratched his head casing, a human trait he adopted on Earth which he made a habit of his own. "I can't say. We'll have to find out. Primus, don't let there be another incident that all of them go into stasis. Having all the Aerialbots in stasis is more than enough to keep my hands busy."

There was a sudden flash in the room, a mass teleportation signature that alerted the two. Their wide optics went wide as they saw Sunstreaker, Silverstar, Blitzout and a heavily injured Sideswipe besides the Devil May Cry crew.

"Waybreaker? Quickswitch?" Silverstar recognized. "How?"

Sunstreaker and Blitzout were awestruck to find them alive. They were counted as offlined in the Autobot database due to a Decepticon attack on one of the Moon stations that harbored Neutrals.

"We'll have to do explanations later." Waybreaker quickly came out of his shock and his medic mode kicked in. "What in the universe did Sideswipe get himself into this time?!"

"Waybreaker, we need to stabilize him quickly in the med bay," Linarien urgently said. "I barely managed to get his spark online after I thought I lost it."

"Quickswitch, help me with Sideswipe!" the medic flier shouted. He then barked out a few more orders for emergency tasks to everyone.

Luther had disappeared with his clean-up team for the night, as for the rest of the crew did what they could for the new-comers.

It was going to be a busy night.

Switzerland, Bern

Outskirts of Bern

An Old Large Mansion

In front of the Med Bay door

22:24 Hours Local Time

Sunstreaker hated waiting with every fiber of wires in his being.

It was torture.

For him, he felt so empty when his brother's spark flickered out, even for that instance. Like a void that was consuming him and telling him to destroy himself because the other was dead. His spark was tugging him with throbs, but he channeled whatever encouragement to his brother through their bond hoping in a miracle he would not have Sides in a stasis forever.

He stared at Vergil who was bedridden next to him where he sat. Sunstreaker had scanned him to find his body was in exhaustion and in great need of a recharge. However, he had been just as awake as Sunny was waiting for news from the med bay. His attention was fully on the med bay door and had completely denied of any form of rest by everyone else. He didn't understand why at first, but when Quickswitch came by to patch him up (as he refused to be moved from across the med bay door) an hour ago and talked through their private transmissions, there were two reasons the six-changer had said to him.

~(Well, Linarien is his 'bonded' or spark-mate if you wish to call it. Vergil's very stubborn when it comes to her well being.)~ Quickswitch said as he helped Sunny taking care of his damaged side. The elder twin bot had noted that there was a hesitant feeling through his words. ~( Yet, I do believe that that there is another personal reason behind this. )~

~( What would that be? )~ Sunny asked.

Quickswitch hesitated. ~( I'm not sure. I'm not an expert at feelings and such. I'm too moody. )~

Sunny couldn't help but agree with that one. He was counted lucky on this part he was talking to the 'thoughtful' Quickswitch and not the 'stubborn' or any negative minded one. Or else they wouldn't be talking in the first place. ~( How about a description? )~

~( He seems to understand you somehow. Understand your bond with Sideswipe. )~ Quickswitch tried to explain it.

~( How? )~ Could a human understand such a bond?

~( Have you seen the red clad human who looks like him, named Dante? )~ There was a nod. ~( He is Vergil's twin brother. It's actually quite more common here on Earth to see twins than on Cybertron. But the fact they have a certain bond doesn't seem to be any different. I think. )~

~( What makes you so sure? )~ Sunstreaker asked curiously and not quite believing it at the same time.

~( He's the only one who hasn't pestered Vergil to take a rest. He just… knows. )~

Sunstreaker was just about to ask something when Quickswitch changed his facial plate expression.

~( And NOW, you HAVE to REST. )~ the bot demanded as he finished up his work. ~( NO BUTS. )~ From the look of his mood, he didn't seem to remember the conversation that he was having with Sunny beforehand.

'Slag it,' Sunny cussed in his mind as he sulked. And the 'demanding' Quickswitch just had to butt in when the he wanted to ask something else. 'Stupid mood swings.'

It made sense.

But then again… Sunstreaker was still not sure. He only had been on Earth for a few hours; his knowledge for the humans was little. And for some unusual reason everyone else seemed to emphasize the 'human' word when they talked about Vergil, Dante, Nero, Lily and a few of those other people that had unnatural power for humans. Were they even humans? Unlikely, Optimus' description of them was far off course. Then again, he could care less about it. As long as Waybreaker and Quickswitch trusted them, it was alright.

The elder twin looked at his side, assessing the work that Quickswitch had done. He suspected damage from one of the blows in space, but he was now sure that in his current state he wasn't going to get an alternative form soon, which would only add up to the damage. He sighed, and realized that there was no way of getting to their leader with everyone dismantled right now at least for month or so.

In a moment of truth, Way breaker came out of the med bay doors.

"Sides… is he?"

"He's fine, Sunny!" Waybreaker grinned as he hadn't been happy in a long time. "Just needs a week of full rest and some regular check-ups. His still in stasis now, but he'll eventually wake in a few Earth hours. He's on his way to recovery."

"Thank Primus! Can I-"

"Not yet." Waybreaker cut it as he stopped the bot going anywhere neat the med bay door. "I think you also need your recharge."

Sunny snarled.

"What of Linarien?" Vergil asked.

"She's resting in the med bay as a precaution if anything comes up." Waybreaker informed. "You, on the other hand Vergil, have a lot of explaining to do."

"It was the only-"

"It's going to cost your body a week of full rest." Way breaker said without caring. "It could have cost your life, and-"

"Yo, yo, yo!" Dante shouted as he came through the large corridor. "Cool it people! We're all cranky here, no need to up it a notch!"

"What are you doing here, Dante? Were you not to keep an eye on Blitzout?" Waybreaker asked.

"Nero filled it in," Dante pointed out. "As for you Waybreaker, are in need of a rest." Just as the flier was going to retort, Dante had beaten him to it. "Hey, you haven't had a healing case such as this since a hundred years or so, ok? My Pops' orders to quote are 'Go and recharge.' Your crankiness is getting Vergil and Sunny crankier and we don't need that anymore."

"I'm pointing out the fact your brother-"

"Drop it, Waybreaker," Dante threatened. "The reason why your patient isn't in a stasis lock is because Vergil and Linarien were there to help. I would have done the same things if I was in my brother's position of being the only one capable of transferring magic power with great accuracy. What's done is done."

Waybreaker was silent as he knew he went too far. Before even speaking, Dante stopped him with a hand.

"I'll be taking over to watch the med bay. I got plenty of sleep this afternoon." Dante said. "Now, move along, Waybreaker."

"If your father says so," Waybreaker reluctantly said as he left.

Sunstreaker was very curious as to who was the father/creator of Dante and Vergil. He never had seen Waybreaker flustered in one minute and immediately went silent after he heard the about the twins' creator. Sunny wasn't happy enough as he still wasn't allowed to see his twin.

"Don't worry Sunny." Dante said as he eased the bot knowing he wanted to meet his brother badly. "If anything happens or when your twin wakes up, you'll be the first to know." He gave a boyish grin, before he left the two elder twins to head for his watch at the med bay.

Sunny pointed out, "You're fraggedly pale."

"You're a total wreck." Vergil replied equally.

The two then were very much gazing hard at each other not willing to lose the defending their 'honor'. They were still mad at Waybreaker, and had tried to take it on one another without avail, both realized that they were waiting for each other to back down but neither would give up the argument. What one could sum up is that one should never let two very prideful individuals near each other when their pride was already been trodden on many times. They then both started to start an argument at the same time but ended up coming to a jumble of words, one not even close to beating the other.

Silence…

"We're not really going on to anywhere to where our 'place' stands," Vergil said not taking his eyes off Sunstreaker.

Sunny in return kept his optics on Vergil, "Definitely not. As much as I hate saying it… we have too much in common."

Uncharacteristically, the both of them gave up putting up a front at the same time and sighed. They knew they both had enough stress for one day and were too tired to do much.

"Keep this quiet from Sides, it's not like me to give up an argument. I have enough action as today." Sunny muttered. "Stupid little twin brother, why did he have to be so reckless…"

"I will, if you will," Vergil huffed as he released all the tension that was in his muscles. "I have to agree on that one. Dante isn't so much different. Heading into the problem without a brain… so typical for younger twins where their recklessness is concerned," he commented dryly. He then noticed how the bot was hesitating to say something, and waited patiently.

"…Thanks," Sunstreaker awkwardly replied. "…for saving Sides, for helping us… and even let us stay."

Sunny somewhat cursed himself for saying that. Even he wasn't so much kind to even give gratitude or apologies to the Autobots, and now he was saying that to Vergil. He really can't believe he was saying something that was supposed to be out of his league. The only person who had managed to actually force him out to do such things was the medic and Optimus. He hated looking weak and vulnerable, it was the reason why he had always strived being the best. But he had to get it out of him, what happened today was too much for him, and he badly needed to get some form of a 'thank you' out.

"You're welcome." Vergil replied thoughtfully as he felt there was a connection. "I see you're not used to saying… such things. You were not wrong about that we do have something in common. We both don't have a knack to tell everyone around us what we honestly think, as it's just a way to step over our pride." The half-devil was now seeing an image of himself in the Autobot.

"Can't agree with you more," Sunstreaker chuckled. "I don't know why, but for some reason I can't help but think you're an 'Earthling' version of me."

"Likewise. Let's just say, we never tell anyone we had this sort of conversation… just that we made a 'pact' with each other." Vergil proposed. "So, do we have a bargain?"

"I'll keep my part of the bargain." Sunny smirked.

Vergil laughed quietly, "As will I."

TO BE CONTINUED…

And our first start of a friendship…even if it means the elder twins are willing to cover their egos for the sake of it. (laughs).

I thought about what demons and devils should be called and the only thing that I love about the DMC that may to relate to Transformers is that when you beat a boss in DMC, they turn into a 'spark' of energy. Then usually Dante/Vergil/another main character would raise his hand it would turn into a weapon/upgrade. But I think it's common sense that it would represent a devil's life force. I figured also that the devils were more than just 'organic' so maybe they could have a slightly different term for the Cybertronians. Thus the merged term 'Spark-Organic'.

I see there's a lot of hits on this fic, but don't forget to drop a review in sometime (signed or anonymous). I really need to get some feedback. I've yet to find a beta reader… so bear with my mistakes. When I update a chapter, I'll also fix up the previous chapters that have mistakes.

Our next chapter will feature Dante and Sides for our spotlight!

'Chapter 3: 'Alternative Forms and Devil Triggers.'

Stay tuned!

Fenzi99 here, signing out.