Author's Notes: I should finish this thing within the month. I'M SORRY.

Galem: Ohhhhhh no way, my dear reviewer and reader. Nu-uh, no way. Jazz is too cool to be killed. We need his coolness!

Spirit Kiss: I don't have the courage to face Prime's wrath, especially when he tries his err best for the greater good. ...Naaaaahhh.

FollowTheSun22: SORRY AND THANK YOU

Lady Syndra: Will try though can't make a promise with my first semester of college coming up!

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"Cybertronian/Transmissions/Radio"

breem - 8.3 minutes

mega cycle - 1 hour

joor - 6 hours

"Team, attention!"

Well, aren't I in some serious shit, Captain Lennox thought bitterly.

"Present arms!"

Right before him under the blazing sun, was the Secretary of Defense, Keller. Pale hair of age swayed with the wind as the sunglasses blocked out sunlight, preventing the old man to wince at its intensity. Strolling down the path with an easiness Lennox envied, Director Keller replied to the salute.

"At ease," His voice was easy to hear with the unusual lack of people around the Hoover Dam at the moment, "Captain, Sergeant." Keller actually looked pleased. "Got your intel, excellent work."

"Thank you, sir." Lennox sent a glance to Epps who was beside him as they shared a raise of brows. Why were they here again..? "What about the gunships?"

"They're being retrofitted with sabot rounds now. If they hit us again, we'll be ready for them." The captain bit his lower lips grimly as he recalled the battle with the metallic scorpion creature he had lost Donnelly to.

Donnelly had been the most experienced, the most sensitive and the better soldier of the squad.

He was gone in the blink of an eye by the hands - err servos of the metal monster. The body lost, he was declared as MIA but everyone believed the most realistic outcome.

Ready? We'd have a better chance if we had giant ass immortal killer robots of our own to help us out. It can't get any worse. Lennox nodded in agreement slowly and kept the sarcastic remark to himself. Then he felt smacking himself when Keller continued with a grim twitch of his mouth.

"But, uh, it won't do us much good if we can't get world communications back up."

All of them sighed inwardly as they felt hopeless at the mess the whole nation - no, the world has gotten into.

Not so far away, Sam and Mikaela simultaneously frowned at the sight of a soldier/officer crossing his arms, unfortunately familiar. The very agent, Simmons, decided that it was because of the harsh sunlight.

"I think we got off to a bad start, huh?" He forced himself to not sneer in victory at the teens, placing a friendly hand onto the boy's shoulders. Sam's reaction was to look less than pleased. "You must be hungry."

You know, hanging out with alien robots all night?

"You want a latte, HoHo? Perhaps a double venti macchiato? I prefer a green tea frapuccino myself. Lots of whipping cream, that's what kids dig these days, isn't it?"

"Where's my car?" Sam demanded with an intense glare as he radiated anger.

...For an alien Camaro that can destroy Earth.

Simmons restrained himself from squeezing the Witwicky boy's shoulder bone hard enough to fracture just here and now.

Thankfully, Banachek intervened with his non-asshole attitude.

"Son, I need you to listen to me very carefully." Pause. "People can die here and they already have." Mikaela's charcoal eyes widened. "We need to know everything you know. We need to know it now."

"Okay." Sam replied in a small voice but his shift from complying to demanding made the top two of Sector Seven stare at him. "But first, I'll take my car. You didn't even have a warrant then and I tell you, leave my family alone."

Mikaela's lips twitched into a silent grin. Sam tried his best to look completely serious.

"And my car? I paid two grands and three A's for my car. So what you guys did is illegal. So I want them back. Maybe you should write that down."

Yep, Mikaela didn't try to hide her smile anymore.

"Oh, and her juvie record. That's got to be gone. Like, forever." As Sam rose his eyebrows with the look of 'You understand what I'm suggesting, I'm sure', she blinked at Sam. The one to respond first, however, was Banachek.

"Come with me. We'll talk about your car."

When the moustache man headed inside, the girl had a relieved expression that made her even prettier than before. The two teenagers followed him and shared knowing glances.

"Thank you."

One left alone Simmons muttered to himself, "The man's an extortionist."

The grand tour of Sector Seven began with Simmons' voice resounding around the outer walls of the Hoover Dam.

"All right, here's the situation. You've all had direct contact with the NBEs." The chief agent took the lead of the tourist group, taking off his sunglasses.

"NBE?" Epps repeated in a confused tone.

"Non-Biological Extraterrestrials. Try and keep up with the acronyms." Soon enough, Simmons the guide reached the inner chambers through the dark tunnels of concrete. "What you're about to see it totally classified."

At the end of the tunnel was something no one would expect of a typical American tourist site. Glazed and topped with frost, a humanoid figure of metallic substance stood by. Icy haze constantly streamed over its body to keep it still as workers mobilized their machinery to study the mysterious being.

Director Kelly was the one to summarize the newcomers' sentiments.

"Dear God. What is this?"

"We think when it made its approach over the North Pole," Banachek more or less ignored the remark and continued disclosing, "our gravitational field screwed up its telemetry. It crashed in the ice, probably a few thousand years ago. We shipped him here to this facility in 1934."

Up close, Sam noticed the bloody red gleams in the ice giant' head.

"We call him NBE-1." Simmons concluded with a confident, not to mention snarky, smirk.

"Well, sir," Sam decided to rid of that twitch of lips for once, "I don't mean to correct you on everything you think you know but... I mean, that's Megatron."

It worked.

A bit too well with the two Sector Seven men turning sharply at him.

"He's the leader of the Decepticons." Everybody else except Miakela stared at the informant.

"He's been in cryostasis since 1935." Benachek drawled out carefully and then threw a pointed look at the Witwicky. "Your great-great-grandfather, made one of the greatest discoveries in the history of mankind." Much to the boy's surprise, the man in the suit held gratitude and respect in his serious eyes.

"Fact is, you're looking at the source of the modern age;" Simmons raised his voice to get the crowd's attention, taking short steps around the cool ground, "the microchip, lasers, spaceflight, cars. All reverse-engineered by studying him, what those yellow guys are doing at the moment."

"NBE-1." He returned the knowing look at Sam. "That's what we call it."

"And you didn't think the United States military might need to know that you're keeping a hostile alien robot frozen in the basement?" Director Keller questioned with his serious-sounding sarcasm but Banachek was apparently familiar with the issue. He didn't flinch.

"Until these events, we had no credible threat to national security nor reference to conclude it as hostile."

Keller's accusing glare still didn't work.

"Well, you got one now."

"So why Earth?" Previously dumbfounded Lennox managed to open his mouth as his military mind started to kick in. "If there are aliens, we can't be the only ones."

"It's the All Spark." Sam responded, the Prime's holographic storytelling unfolding in his memory.

"AllSpark? What's is that?"

"Well, they came here looking for some sort of cube-looking thing." Sam examined from a safe distance, feeling a bit nervous. "Mr. NBE-1 here, AKA Megatron, that's his name, who's pretty much the harbinger of death, wants to use the AllSpark for its life-giving powers. If he gets up from his nap, he will transform human technology to raise army, enslave us and move on to the next race." Sam continued to nod, looking back at his fellow Cybertronian witnesses for.

"The bad guys are named Decepticons and that's their plan." Mikaela added helpfully.

"Whoa, bad guys? You mean there are good guys?" Glen's eyes twinkled with excitement and curiosity. Maggie tilted her head, demonstrating a similar notion.

"Autobots are the good robots who are trying to stop collateral damage, namely us humans." Sam felt his legs tremble a little at the unpleasant recollection of the silver small Decepticon. "My first car is one of them and he's really cool, saving me from the Decepticons all the time until he was dragged away just like Megatron here. The leader of the Autobots, Optimus Prime, explained everything to me and Mikaela so they're really friendly." He smiled reassuringly at the disbelieving face the Army Rangers were giving him as one.

Simmons and Banachek, both of whom hadn't moved an inch as Sam had explained the binary fractions of Cybertronians, kept a leveled gaze on the two teenagers.

"And you're sure about that."

"Yeah."

Nobody talked for a couple of seconds. After those seconds ticked by, Samuel James Witwicky realized.

"You guys know where it is, don't you?

Five vehicles, all of them in top gear, were traversing the Nevada barren roads under the clear sky, making a picture that one would commonly see in sports car themed calendars. The Peterbilt with flame paint was in the front of the convoy-like group, followed by a silver Pontiac Solstice, a Harley-Davidson FXD Dyna Superglide of white and green, a black GMC Topkick truck and a canary yellow Hummer H2.

Unknown to any fortunate driver to pass this impressive display, they were all alien beings who hailed from afar in galactic scales to prevent planetary destruction.

Or that they were talking to each other.

[What do you mean, that you can reach 'them' but you can't get a 'reply'?] Ironhide growled as he felt his circuits burst in frustration, accelerating to threaten the sparkling's rear wheel. Yelping with fear of the infamous Ironhide, Jayl decided to use her greatest weapon against fully upgraded mechs: she whined.

[I told you already, there's something that obstructs my signal!] Jayl paused to ponder, leaving confused mechs to analyze the current predicament. [Mine managed fine, obviously, but few bots will able to get theirs through. I'm guessing that it's either the AllSpark built an electromagnetic field for wave disruption or this barrier is ridiculously thick.]

[Ah'm going for the latter,] Jazz voted nonchalantly, [it's way more amusing.]

[I agree for the wrong reasons,] Ratchet butted in with a bark, [for instance! There is an organized human force out there with knowledge of us Cybertronians. Why else would they apprehend the boy? They may be even storing the AllSpark itself-]

[That is irrelevant,] Optimus's stern voice resounded through their communications network, [for now we concentrate in retrieving it before the Decepcticons! Time is of the essence.]

[Vector Sigma!] Jayl suddenly gasped with enlightenment and everyone waited for her to announce her new found fact. [I just realized I have enough energon to relay some to my boosters.]

Nobody said anything until every bot shouted at once.

[Can I go?!]

[Why didn't you say so earlier?!]

[Jayl, you are not going alone!]

[Prowler didn't raise ya like this!]

[I cannot do an energon transfusion when we're moving?!]

The audial uproar didn't quite cease until their leader blasted his horn from his alt. mode, filling the usually silent at tremendous volumes. No Cybertronian was stupid enough to not get the message.

[First of,] the Prime's voice boomed in a declaring tone, [Jayl will not charge alone towards a site of multiple unknowns, including human and Decepticon forces.] Jayl tried to form a protest but Ironhide was faster.

[The bitelet should be able to carry the AllSpark and hide its energy signature. We don't have time, Prime!]

[No, that is why Jayl will indeed infiltrate the base only when we have a clear from a verified source.] If his low and baritone voice gave any indication, his decision was final.

[Ya would be insane to go solo, Jaylie!] Jazz agreed with concern. [Just 'cause ya have enough energon doesn't mean it makes ya invincible.]

[Nevertheless, it is true we are very short of time, Prime. Who knows what's going on. ...This may be our last opportunity.] Ratchet ended muttering in grief.

[...Jayl?]

[Nu-uh.] Jayl's disappointed voice came in disapproval. [I'm now certain my signals are reaching Bee and even the AllSpark but I can't get the reply. The Something's blocking the reply.]

Primus, Bumblebee gasped at the object before him, within his grasp. It had been centuries since he had last seen it.

Touched it.

The scout murmured to himself in awe, like he always had at the sight of the Cube, the AllSpark and the last hope of winning this war. Stretching his servos and digits that were slightly rigid from his capture, Bumblebee dared to grab at the sacred object which could be said had a will of its own.

I will take you somewhere safe, he told the Cube with pleading optics. As if Primus himself could hear his prayers, the AllSpark began to transform for the first time in millennia.

"Okay, here we go." Epps, joining his brothers in arms at the catwalk, talked his nervousness out. "He doing somethin', he doing somethin'."

From other side where the Autobot stood, the gigantic cube deformed itself steadily, like a paper folding itself into a miniature version. The humans who were watching tensely the process couldn't help but gaze the two Cybertronian beings, their breaths taken away.

By the time, the AllSpark allowed itself to be carried by one of its own creations, Bumblebee was smiling even when his servos were slightly zapped from the artifact's energy release.

"Message from Starfleet, Captain." Sam grinned at his Guardian's enthusiastic nod and the return of the radio talk. "Let's get to it."

Not a moment delayed, reality hit.

"He's right," Lennox broke the silence everyone had retained as he took the steps down to ground level. "We stay here, we're screwed with the Ice Giant in the other hangar. The closest city here is Mission City, 22 miles away." Adding body gestures and pointing fingers for good measure, Lennox decided to ignore the disbelieving face of Agent Simmons. "We're gonna sneak that Cube out of here to hide it elsewhere in the city."

"Good plan, Captain! Right, let's move!" Keller looked around, trying to decide the right direction.

"But we cannot make a stand without backup."

Bumblebee interrupted the brainstorming with his radio inserts.

"Coming down, yeah~ We're coming down~" The yellow Autobot drew the humans' attention with his free servo, which clearly pointed at the ground below. "...Holy Molly, that is what teamwork is about! ...zzz...What is that? The entire company is coming? Now?"

"So, Optimus and the others are headed this way?" Mikaela stepped up and much to the males' surprise, Bumblebee gave a thumbs up.

"Well, if these good guys are already communicating," Fig sent a disapproving look at Banachek yet failing to look scalding with his casted leg and bandaged arm, "it only means your dam didn't work. ...Que loco! ¡¿Si los chicos malos también han enviado sus señales?!"

""Fig!"" Epps and Lennox yelled at the same time.

"Everything is possible...bzzz..." Bumblebee again made a positive, meaning he had indeed understood the Spanish language. "...Send me a techie, one who can actually make it work!...Order coming up in...bzzz...Ten minutes tops!"

It was Sam who got it.

"Techie? ...Communications Officer, you don't mean... Jayl?"

That was how the tourist group got to see a giant alien robot smile.

[...And now, I have human military backing me up. They still need their communications grid back online, though.]

[That, is the most balanced combination of bad new and good news.] Jayl remarked in a neutral voice in contrast to her excitement she could barely contain. [So, can I go now?]

[Prime.] Ratchet called in warning.

[He knows as well as I do.] Ironhide roared his engine.

[...Ya know, ah don' thin' we should let the Wrecker around anymore.] First Lieutenant tried his best to lift the heavy atmosphere but then again, the Prime's voice influenced more.

[Very well,] Optimus tried to make his words sound as serious as possible except that Jayl was already cackling merrily for her first solo mission, [Jayl, you will head to the coordinates given to infiltrate this Sector Seven's base to sabotage any Cybertronian knowledge they have.]

[Yes!] The sparkling's voice elevated to the next octave, [I mean, yes, sir!]

The holomatter driver had the widest of smiles as his supposedly ride swerved into the next line for space. A brief flash of blue from within the motorcycle was filtered by its mechanical parts while a deafening roar rang. With a blast of spare energon combusted in her motor functions, the Harley Davidson was gone leaving a trail of smoke, tire marks and light blue sparks.

For now, it was a game of cat and mouse: Decepticons pursuing the Autobots with the key that was called the AllSpark.

[...How long to realize that it's simply an intelligence mission with no action?]

[Hmmm, Ah give her two breems.]

[You always give her too much credit. I bet 2 mega cycles!]

[I understand your excitement, but let us focus on the task at hand. I fear Frenzy was not reported at all.]

[So, what's yours, Prime?]

[...a joor.]

By the time the sights outside Bumblebee's window were of endless savannah-like fields, Sam and Mikaela were fretting over the security of what could destroy their home planet.

"The Cube's okay?" Sam looked down at the backseat where the AllSpark lay perfectly harmless. He gulped at the panic storm forming in his mind.

"Yeah, it's fine." Feeling pretty much the same, Mikaela crouched to pull at a seat belt.

BANG—

"What was that?!" Sam sat straight up, eyes frantically searching for the source of the outrageously loud noise. Mikaela followed soon after.

"Ah, finally! You're here!...bzzzz..." Bumblebee helpfully quipped to clarify facts.

"What—? Jayl can go at the speed of sound or what?" Mikaela crinkled her nose incredulously.

"You can say that." If the scout were to transform into robot mode, he would blink mischievously.

Meanwhile, Simmons was elated by the fact that the outdated radio transmitters were able to come to life, making screeches of activation.

"We're hot! We're live!" He cried out in triumphant relief.

"Where are the mikes?"

Simmons, for once, shut up by Glen's simple and rather obvious question.

"Mikes?" He echoed quietly with eyes one would describe as those of a confused puppy's. The implication sent Maggie and Keller into a rushed search for any.

"This doesn't work without mikes, Simmons!" Glen joined the freaked out club along with the previously happy man.

"No, no, no, no, no, no!"

It took not long for the two groups of armed vehicles, now a single convoy for the Cube, to join with Autobots having turret-mounting trucks on their front and rear. Due to the gravity of the situation, there wasn't much small talk yet the only female of the group was too curious with her mechanic mind.

"How did Jayl fly at the speed of sound?" Mikaela almost sounded demanding when she glared at the dashboard, which transmitted the Autobots' answering voices.

"Oh, that. It's temporary and takes a portion of our energon, limiting its usefulness as well as its number of uses. Especially for us since our fuel supply hasn't been refueled for a while..." The medic's explanation trailed off, reminding the urgent Cybertronians to soon refuel since they've been busy tracking down the Witwicky boy with his glasses. Ratchet continued on, as he tried to relax his mind with Mikaela's distraction. "The sparkling's the only one available to do the spontaneous enforcement of the speed boosters."

"Ratchet, you explained it in the last part of your unnecessarily long talk." The girl immediately deadpanned.

"I needed to talk, slag it!" Gruff and ever, the voice shouted in frustration causing the teens to startle. "We have the Cube for Prime's sake!" Same looked at Mikaela.

"Even robots have mental breakdowns, who knew?" He shrugged only to have an annoyed radio turn itself on trying to correct his use of vocabulary.

"Never mind that." Jazz's voice cut in as Sam made a mental note that he owed the Special Ops one. "'Hide, your prank actually helped!" His smooth voice whistled afterwards, triggering Ironhide's snort.

"Who knew," The weapon specialist agreed and everyone imagined him nodding. "She owes me one." Mikalea smiled. These aliens sure adapted as quickly as hell, already using slang.

However, the little distraction didn't last long as their journey progressed through the road. Knowing exactly what they would face, the group's nervousness grew. The slight exception would be Ironhide whose anticipation was developing as well. Jay's report which was sent to them 3 seconds ago had emphasized their situation.

[I just saw Megatron and Starscream.]

Her panicked tone helped expressing her horror in seeing the top duo of the whole Decepticon army with her very optics.

Nobody wanted to converse after that.

Past four football fields thick of concrete that was built by the Colorado River, there were the Secretary of Defense, two competent hackers and a little strange Sector Seven agent waiting patiently.

"Almost done..." Glen updated his status as he swiped some sweat off his forehead, hating the heat the tension and pressure was forced to him.

Something pounded the steel doors.

"What the hell was that?" Simmons almost spat.

Gibberish replied, warning the humans of an incoming hostile.

"Barricade the door!" Keller ordered as he joined Simmons at the door to push it back. Maggie hurriedly pulled at the nearest table to bolster it while Glen groaned at the increased pressure.

"Six, five, four, six, three..!" He murmured keeping his typing fingers busy. Somewhere in the background, glass shattered and more office objects were stacked upon each other to stop the uninvited intruder. The hacker continued to sweat bullets as his mind raced and his hands trembled.

Glen knew he shouldn't have eaten so many doughnuts.

Suddenly, his configuration screen blinked once. He looked at the latest sentence, realizing that someone had messaged him.

[Hello, I'll be coming your way.]

...What?

[Hmm, excuse me. This will make things easier.]

Keller used the ancient shotgun.

"Simmons?!" Glen called in fear, not understanding what was happening to the network.

"What, kid! Are you done?!" The agent replied in haste as he searched for another weapon, which would be very useful...

"No, someone's hacked into the net and is talking to me!"

"Oh, please don't panic. I'm a friendly!" The young voice resounded from the radio speaker, startling everyone in the forgotten archives.

"Is that a girl?!" Maggie asked incredulous, making Simmons have a deja vu. Recognition dawned on him, flattening his battle instincts.

"Oh no." He lamented as he decided the situation worsened if it was possible.

"You know, you're turning the moment to the ironic barricading against Frenzy, out of everyone. He's Barricade's partner, no wonder the Cons were able to communicate."

"Are you that Autobot, err, Communication Officer?!" Keller barked as he pulled the trigger again, causing more unidentifiable curses from the outside.

"Yes, good! Bumblebee did explain! Ah, yes. My name is Jayl, at your service."

"Great, you can kill that Decepticon!" Glen could cry in happiness.

"What? Offline Frenzy, one of Soundwave's four minicons? Even Starscream's trine can't!"

""What?!"" All four exclaimed as one.

"No, but I can force him into stasis. Help me a bit?"

Despite the threat of having an infamous assassin to confront, Jayl's voice was cheerful like a child at the playground.

Added more just-for-laughs content and seriously, we need some more of those interactions!

-Fig is a techie so he gets to come, join the Mission City battle to help out but not shoot. Even if he was hurt. Spanish rambling, yesss.

-Jayl is the Communications Officer of Optimus' team, just a title. Her time with the Wreckers makes her ever more hyper than before.

-Foreshadowing of who's going to be Jayl's human charge AKA babysitter.

-Which part's writing style do you like best? There are some that I wrote a year ago, some I wrote them just now.

-Jayl will join the battle, let's save Jazz.