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If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. Although to be fair, the Space Hotel wasn't really a failure, so to speak. The amazing building had been launched successfully and even now was continuing to orbit Earth just as NASA had predicted. It was what came after that was the problem. Again, though, to be fair, no one had predicted an entire colony of Vermicious Knids would have decided to settle into the first hotel in space.

Of course, no one had even known about the existence of Vermicious Knids before that incident, so no one could be blamed for that either.

"You think Wonka was right? That all those Knids are gone?" Chad Showler turned in his seat to face his two fellow astronauts.

"If they weren't, they are now." Lenny Shanks ran a hand through his short blonde hair and grinned. "President Gilligrass gave the go-ahead to deep freeze the hotel for twenty-four hours after the celebration at the White House. Any Knids left sure aren't gonna be gobbling us up. All we have to do now is make sure the area around the hotel is clear. But according to Mr. Wonka, any remaining Knids won't be back in a hurry."

"Good thing we had Mr. Wonka to advise us." Bud Shuckworth, the highest ranking astronaut of the trio, smoothed down his own dark hair and smiled. "Now we can finish our mission in peace. Hopefully, we won't run into any more trouble. Don't know about the rest of you, but I've had my fill of aliens for a while."

"Amazing that we finally confirmed there's life on other planets though." Chad looked out the window at the stars whizzing by. "Makes you wonder what else could be out there."

"Yeah, like what else could try and eat us?"

"Nah, Len, they can't all be bad. Wonka said the moon used to be full of nice little creatures who never hurt a soul."

"Uh-huh and what happened to them? Oh that's right, the Knids got them too."

"Lenny's got a point, Chad," Bud chimed in. "Who knows how far the Knids have spread. According to Wonka, those slimy beats could travel thousands of miles with no more effort than it would take you to walk to the corner store. If there were any benevolent life forms out there- and that's still a big if- the Knids probably made short work of 'em."

"Still, be nice if we could meet someone from another planet that wasn't trying to turn us into their next meal."

"Speaking of meals, anyone getting hungry?"

"Hold your horses, Len, lunch isn't for another hour." Bud adjusted the rocket's controls. "Don't worry; our supply hold is fully stocked."

"Plus the crate of Wonka bars. Really nice of Mr. Wonka and his boy to donate them."

"Uh, Charlie Bucket's not Wonka's kid, Chad."

"Eh, close enough. Wonka sure talks like he's the kid's father."

"We met the kid's parents at the celebration banquet, remember?"

"Well, Charlie is the heir to the Wonka factory now, even if the kid's parents are still alive." Bud shook his head and smiled. "Boy, between him and the new Mayor's kid in New York, those are two boys who are gonna grow up with a lot of people lookin' out for 'em. Good for them, I say. But we've gotta look out for the people of Earth now and that means keepin' an eye out for anything like those Knids."

"Huh, doubt there could be anything worse than them."

A high-pitched beeping suddenly echoed through the front capsule of the rocket. All three men looked up to see a massive asteroid hurtling toward them. Quick as a flash, Bud yanked on the controls and the rocket veered to the right, but the asteroid still grazed the metal ship as it zoomed by.

"Whew, close one."

"Yeah, but it's not the only one." Bud's face was grim as he pointed ahead of him. Stretching far out ahead of the ship was an entire field of asteroids, some large, some small, but all of them headed right for the rocket. Bud gripped the steering controls as he glanced at his companions. "Alright, men, we know what to do."

"Yes, sir!" Lenny hunched over a high-powered scope and maneuvered the lever that would send a small, but powerful missile at a potential threat while Chad focused his gaze down at a small black screen that was slowly filling with tiny green dots.

"Okay, we're not going to be able to avoid them entirely, but we can at least mitigate the damage. Chad, watch the radar and find us the clearest path through the asteroids. Lenny, be ready to blast the bigger ones if they get too close."

"You got it."

"Alright, Bud, head left. Not too many there yet!"

Bud followed Chad's direction and turned the rocket sharply to the left. The ship narrowly avoided being barraged by a small cluster of rock and metal, but a much larger asteroid suddenly broke off from the pack and sped toward them.

"Lenny!"

"Already see it!" Lenny peered through his scope and squeezed the trigger attached to it. A powerful missile slammed into the asteroid, blasting it into shrapnel that battered the rocket like hail. Bud kept them on course; the rocket could withstand this kind of impact. What it could not handle, however, was the asteroid the size of a boulder that was bearing down on them.

"Take us right around that next cluster, then head for the middle of this storm." Chad's eyes darted over the radar. "There's a clear patch there, but I dunno how long it'll last."

"Hopefully long enough for us to see the way out," Bud said through gritted teeth. He yanked hard on the controls, narrowly missing the cluster of rock and slowing the rocket's speed a bit in order to give Chad time to plot out their next move.

"Watch your left, Bud." Lenny was watching a decent-sized asteroid pass by them. "They seem to be worse over here."

"Yeah and they're getting worse toward the right too." Chad bit his lip, his brown eyes wide in his tanned face. "Can we get above them, Bud? We might have more luck that way."

"It's worth a shot." Bud angled the nose of the rocket upward and fired the rear rockets. The spaceship jumped forward as if it had been stung and arced over another cluster of rocks. "Alright, looks somewhat clearer. How much farther does this asteroid storm go on for, Chad?"

BANG!

All three men rocked in their chairs as something hit the left tailfin of the ship. Lenny was still holding onto the trigger of his launcher, his face grim as he watched more debris scatter.

"Sorry about that; had to shoot the bigger one and like you said, Bud, our ship can handle a few dents."

"Yeah, but not that many. I don't wanna risk our reentry rockets being smashed again."

"At least no one's trying to intentionally smash them this time." Lenny's eyes widened. "Uh-oh, another one."

The huge mass of icy rock was still a decent way out from the rocket, but Lenny wasn't taking any chances. His shot broke the asteroid in half, tiny pieces of gravel spilling out into the endless void of space as the two halves drifted by.

"There! Head forward and then toward the right. I think it's starting to clear," Chad directed.

"Yeh, but we're gonna be way off course by the time we get outta this," Lenny said grimly.

"We can worry about that later." Bud steered the rocket past another tight cluster of rocks. "Right now, we gotta get outta here alive. We just need to focus."

Unfortunately, as is often the case, Fate decided to throw yet another wrench into the astronauts' plans. The radio began beeping frantically, a burst of static barely audible over the clanging of the stony perils against the sides of the ship. The radio buzzed as another asteroid grazed the side of the rocket just inches away from where the three men sat.

"Shuckworth! Come in zzzzzzz come in! This zzzzz NASA. Do you zzzzz Shuckworth?"

"Can't answer, NASA! We're caught in an asteroid storm!" Bud took his hand off the controls to answer, but immediately had to grab them again and swerve to the right. A good-sized asteroid had decided to break off from its path and streak straight toward them. Dodging it, however, put the rocket in the path of two other rocks that seemed to intentionally curve toward the ship with the intent on smashing into the capsule's front window.

"You're zzzzzzz away. We can't zzzzz Shuckworth! Shanks! Zzzzzzz ler!"

"We're trying!" Bud yelled. "Chad, where do we go?"

"I... there's too many of them! Another wave is coming!" Chad looked up at his companions with frightened eyes. "Head even farther right, Bud. There's a lot of them, but they're small. There are too many big ones coming up on the left!" Sure enough, several massive clusters of rock were already gathering off to the left of the spaceship. They were still some distance away, but even with Shuckworth slowing down the ship's speed, the massive chunks of stone were getting closer every second.

"Chad's right, Bud; shooting those things won't make much of a difference."

"I see that." Bud groaned and tapped the radio one more time. "We're about to take a beating, NASA. Hope we come through it okay!"

A loud burst of static was the only reply the three astronauts received, but none of them were overly concerned with that at the moment. Bud, Lenny, and Chad steeled themselves as Bud aimed the rocket into the path of the smaller clusters of asteroids. In an instant, the sound of scraping metal and heavy banging filled the capsule and the rocket began to shake as it was pelted from all angles.

"Chad, can you see an end to this? Our ship's strong, but if the walls are breached, we're finished!"

"I'm not sure! I- oh no!"

"What?"

"Our radar's dead! One of those asteroids must have knocked it out!"

"WHAT?" Bud clutched the controls as the spaceship shuddered around him. "LENNY, CAN YOU-"

"NO GOOD!" Lenny turned a terrified face toward his commander. "If I try to shoot anything at this range, we'll be caught in the blast radius. And the debris will be just as bad."

"We have to think of something!" Chad cried, peering through the window. "I think I see-"

CRASH!

Bud, Lenny, and Chad were knocked back into their seats as their rocket was knocked clear out of the asteroid storm by a particularly large rock. The rocket spun like a top through the star-studded sky before giving a great shudder and starting to fall at a massive speed toward a dusky red planet.

Is that... Mars?

Bud didn't have any more time to think as he and the others were pushed almost horizontal by the force of the planet's atmosphere pulling the rocket to its surface like a child yanking on the leash of a disobedient dog. The sky turned from black to grey to dusky blue in seconds as the red dust of the planet's surface raced up to meet the three men.

We're going to crash!

A loud bang and a flash of light filled Bud Shuckworth's head. Dazed, he felt himself being thrown out of his restraints and pain flooding his head as he slammed into a wall. Something in his shoulder gave way, flooding his body with a white hot agony and driving the breath from his lungs. The spaceship skidded along the surface of the planet before coming to a halt, alarms beeping shrilly before suddenly cutting out. Then there was silence.

Lenny... Chad...

Bud's vision swam as he tried to lift his head from the floor. Something warm and sticky was running down his cheek and his shoulder burned as though it was on fire. He thought he saw Chad slumped over the controls, but before he could be certain, blackness swallowed both him and his pain up. How long he remained like that, Bud couldn't say. But at some point, the blackness faded into gray as light spilled into the ship. Bud tried to focus as large shadows fell over him, glowing blue lights hovering above his face.

What... what are...?

Bud tried to say something, to ask for help for both him and his friends, but the words were trapped in his throat. He thought he heard voices talking to him, but they sounded far away despite the glowing blue lights getting closer. Then the vision faded and Bud Shuckworth fell into darkness once more.

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"Alright, Autobots, fall in and listen up." Ironhide, experienced Autobot field commander and current leader of the exploratory mission, waved a hand forward as the last of this team stepped through the space bridge. "As far as we know, this planet is deserted, but a lot can change in a few cycles. Prowl, Mirage, set up the energon test kits. Hound, you and Cliffjumper start surveyin' the canyon. Inferno?"

"Here."

"You're on standby. Anyone needs treatment, you get 'em stabilized and back through the space bridge to Ratchet, understand?"

"Yes, sir!"

"If the planet's deserted, we probably aren't going to have to worry about getting sent to Med Bay," Hound said with a grin.

"I don't anticipate anything going wrong, but after that skirmish with the Decepticon scouts, anything's possible." Ironhide peered out at the flat expanse of dusty plains broken up by jagged humps or rocks and scarred by winding canyons. "Still, Optimus asked us to scout this place out as best we can and for all we know, we could end up findin' something to bring back to Cybertron, so keep your optics open."

"Not much to see," Inferno noted as he checked over his medical kit.

"Wasn't much to see on Holtus either, but Optimus found somethin' pretty good there." Out of the corner of his blue optic, Ironhide caught a telltale flash of brown fur. The Autobot commander felt a smile steal over his face as he watched Miara the Teron scout sniff the the still warm air, moving about lightly on all fours. Yes, Optimus had indeed found something good on Holtus. Or rather, someone good.

It was hard to believe, Ironhide mused, but the tiny bundle of fur Optimus had found that day had grown into a slightly less tiny bundle of fur who had more than earned her title of Autobot scout. While every Autobot on Optimus's team had a hand in helping Miara grow from infancy, it was the Prime himself who had mostly raised the little Teron and it was no wonder that Miara quickly came to be referred to as "the Prime's offspring." Quite frankly, Ironhide doubted if Optimus could have been fonder of Miara than if he had sparked her himself. Not that he could blame Optimus; the little Teron had a place in the spark of every member of Optimus's team, Ironhide included.

"Miara? All good?" he asked now.

"I... I smell something." Miara's long curved ears quivered slightly. "Something else is here and it's close."

"Oh?" Ironhide held up a hand, halting the other Autobots as he focused on the little creature. "Decepticons?"

"No, not them. But..." Miara sniffed again. "There's something in the air that shouldn't be here."

"Where?" Ironhide hefted his blaster, the weight of the weapon reassuring in his servos. "Can you track the scent, Little Sandstorm?"

"There." Miara held out a small clawed hand. "Just two degrees shy of straight west. There's a metallic smell that's not native to this place."

"Something metal that isn't a Decepticon?"

"It doesn't even smell Cybertronian," Miara answered.

"Someone else beat us here?" Hound asked.

"If it did, it would have had to have been between our last scan and us stepping through the space bridge," Mirage noted. "Not a lot of time there."

"Whatever it is, it bears looking into." Ironhide knelt down beside Miara. "You and Bumblebee go check it out, but stay out of sight, understand? You see anything-anything- and you call me. I'm not takin' any chances with what ya might find."

"Understood, Ironhide." Bumblebee grinned, but saluted all the same.

"We'll be careful. I promise," Miara added.

"Yeah, you better be or you won't get outta Med Bay for the next twenty cycles." All the same, Ironide smiled and reached out with a single finger to ruffle the top of the Teron's head. Miara's brown eyes beamed up at the Autobot commander from her furry brown face and above her ever-present sunny smile. The slightly thicker black fur that fell to her shoulders brushed softly against Ironhide's finger as Miara raised her head into his touch.

"Go ahead, Little Sandstorm," Ironhide rose back to his feet. "You too, Bumblebee."

"Ready, Miara?" Bumblebee was already shifting into his alt form.

"Ready!" Miara scampered forward and dove into the sand. The grit parted under the Teron's claws and Miara was quickly lost to sight, burrowing under the red dust that made up the planet's surface. A small cloud of dust followed the Teron as she swam forward just under the surface. Bumblebee revved his engine and took off after her.

"Hopefully whatever they find won't cause us any trouble."

"And if it does, we'll handle it." Ironhide aimed his blaster out over the the deserted plain, expertly peering down the barrel at an imagined foe. "We always do."
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None could beat a Teron in the sand. Optimus had told Miara that for as long as she could remember and while Miara couldn't remember her first experience with sand, she couldn't ever remember not feeling so at ease when submerged in dusty terrain. The Teron's small, but sharp claws tore through the red grit and her thick tail propelled her forward as Miara made her way toward the source of the strange scent. Above her, Bumblebee's tires whispered over the ground as he scanned the surrounding area for any more clues to whatever it was Miara had sensed.

We're nearly to it. Miara could feel a slight hum through the sand in her ears. Scrambling upward, Miara popped out of the sand just ahead of Bumblebee. The yellow Autobot halted, but didn't transform back. The two scouts found themselves by a large cluster of rocks and Miara rose up from all fours to sniff the air again.

"It's here."

In response, Bumble transformed, but crouched low behind the rocks. His whole body tensed as he gently pulled Miara close to him.

"Can you feel any more vibrations, Sandstorm?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, I think I can sense something too. Right, on three?"

"One."

"Two."

"Three!"

Miara and Bumblebee peered around the rock, ready to jump back at the slightest sign of danger. However, what met the scouts' gaze was not what either of them expected.

Under the light of the sun, a lone cylindrical metal ship sat still and silent on the dusty ground. The gleaming silver of the ship was dented and covered with a layer of red sand. Fragments of rock were scattered around the base of the ship and one of its tail fins was hanging loose. A few loose wires, their end still sparking slightly, dangled from the damaged fin and hung dejectedly downward. Other than the quiet hum of a ship in stasis, not a sound came from the scene nor was there a hint of movement from inside.

"Oh, Primus," Bumblebee breathed. Tapping into his radio, the yellow Autobot quickly made his report.

"Come in, Ironhide. We've found a ship."

"What? What kinda ship?"

"We're not sure, but it looks like it crashed. If anyone's inside, they might be hurt."

"Alright, I'm bringin' Inferno your way. Stay down and try to find out what you can."

"Understood." Bumblebee cut the communication and looked back at Miara, who had dropped to all fours. "Anything?"

"I can't tell, but..." Miara frowned and laid flat against the sand, allowing the tips of her ears to make contact with the ground. Closing her eyes, the Teron focused hard. "The ship is silent, but I don't think it's deserted." Miara stood back up again. "Whoever was driving it may have been deactivated."

"After a crash like that, I'm not surprised." Bumblebee shook his head. "If I had to guess, I'd say they ran into some trouble with asteroids. See the damage to the left tailfin?"

"I do. Maybe that was why they couldn't avoid the asteroids."

"And what probably caused them to crash. Even if no one was hurt, that ship isn't flying again for a while."

"Maybe we can help them!" Miara's tail wagged excitedly. "I hope whoever's inside is okay."

"Inferno should be able to help 'em. In the meantime, you sense anything else?"

"No, but..." Miara cocked her head. "I think I hear a beeping coming from inside the ship."

"Yeah?" Bumblebee peered closer at the unmoving vessel. "Maybe one of their monitors is still running. That might be able to tell us something."

"I hope so." Miara looked over her shoulder. "Good, they're here."

Bumblebee and Miara watched as Ironhide and Inferno, accompanied by Hound and Cliffjumper, came barreling over the sand, kicking up massive dust clouds from their wheels. The four Autobots skidded to a halt, effortlessly transforming back as they did. Fully upright, Ironhide's optics widened as he peered over the rocks at the ship.

"Holy Primus, you weren't kiddin' when you said what you sensed wasn't from Cybertron, Miara!"

"No wonder they crashed." Hound shook his head as he surveyed the damage. "Huh, they got lucky they survived the asteroids."

"If they survived," Inferno added. "Any movement from inside?"

"None that we could sense," Bumblebee said.

"Right." Inferno readied his medical beam. "Cover me; I need to get close to get a scan."

Bumblebee crouched down and held out his hand. Miara jumped into his palm and climbed onto his shoulder as the team followed Inferno closer to the silent ship. Bumblebee kept his palm cupped lightly over the Teron as he trailed after Ironhide, who had his blaster at the ready. Miara clung to her fellow scout's shoulder as ship loomed closer. Her nose twitched at the unfamiliar scent of the ship as well as the familiar smell of rock and metal left behind from the asteroids that had damaged the vessel. Still, no sound other than a steady beeping came from the interior.

"That must be their ship's entry point." Ironhide pointed to a tightly sealed hatch set against one of the walls. Miraculously, there was no sign of it being breached and other than a few dents, the door had done its job of keeping whatever was inside secured.

"Pretty small, though," Cliffjumper noted. "If someone's hurt, we might have to cut open one of the sides."

"Should we proceed, Inferno?"

"Wait!" Inferno held up a hand as he ran his scanning beam over the front part of the ship. "Primus, these beings are organic!"

"Organic?" Miara poked her head around Bumblebee's protective hand as the other Autobots turned to look at her. "Are they like me, Inferno?"

"No, no they're quite different. But they're not moving; we do need to help them, but we can't do it here."

"Why not?" Ironhide asked a bit impatiently.

"Because the interior of the ship is heavily oxygenated," the field medic answered. "Whatever's inside may depend on oxygen to survive and the atmosphere of this planet does not have enough of that element. Until we know for sure, I can't risk exposing them to an environment that will cause them harm."

"Then we'll need to get this ship and its inhabitants back to Cybertron; the atmosphere there should suffice." Ironhide sheathed his blaster and began calling out orders.

"I'll contact Optimus and Wheeljack for a space bridge. Hound, you and Cliffjumper be ready to help send the vessel through. Inferno, keep an optic on the occupants inside until we can get them safely transported."

"Yes, sir!"

"Understood."

"Bumblebee, I want you to do a perimeter check of at least five miles out. For all we know, someone else could've been hurt in this crash."

"On it, Ironhide."

"Should I go with him?"

"Not this time, Miara. I have something else in mind for you."

Ironhide held out his own hand and Miara hopped neatly from Bumblebee's shoulder into the field commander's palm. "What can I do to help?" the Teron asked.

"I want you to return to Cybertron with the ship." Ironhide nodded at Inferno, who was doing his best to monitor the interior of the vessel and, more importantly, the people inside it. "If we're going to be dealing with more organic creatures, it might help them feel more at ease if they have you for company, especially after they've been injured."

"I can do that! I'd be happy to, if you think it'll help." Miara brightened at the idea.

"If anyone can put them at ease, it's you, Little Sandstorm."

"Plus, Ratchet may need you around for comparison once we get a better idea of what these creatures are," Inferno pointed out.

"I'll do whatever I can." Miara held onto Ironhide's fingers as the field commander tapped into his radio to report back to Optimus. "I just hope we can help whoever's inside."

"Me too, Miara. First things first, let's get them back to Cybertron."

Miara sat back against Ironhide's chest as the field commander reported the situation back to Optimus. The Teron kept her eyes on the ship as Ironhide described the situation to the Prime and awaited orders. Inferno, meanwhile, was relying the information he'd discovered to Ratchet and now and then, he glanced over at Miara before answering the Chief Medical Officer's questions. Still, neither sound nor movement came from inside the strange ship.

Don't worry, whoever or whatever you are. We're going to help you. We're Autobots; it's what we do.

Yes, Miara thought to herself. Yes, the Autobots would help these strange creatures and everything would be fine. Perhaps they'd even become allies to Cybertron in the future. That would be nice.

But first things first, like Ironhide had said. Right now, the Autobots had to get these strange creatures back to Cybertron for treatment. And luckily for them, they would be getting the best care Cybertron had to offer.

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Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots and stalwart defender of Cybertron, had seen much in his time, but he firmly believed there were still plenty of wonders to be found in the universe. Take Holtus for example. What had happened to the Teron was a tragedy, to be certain, but the discovery of their existence had yielded a wealth of information about a previously unknown race. At the very least, the precious knowledge and culture of the Teron would be preserved on Cybertron for all to see. But more precious as far as Optimus was concerned was the discovery of the infant Teron Miara and her grandfather's request that she be taken in by the Autobots. The idea of raising an organic child had been a daunting one, but now Optimus couldn't imagine life without his sparkling. Said sparkling was currently nestled on Optimus's shoulder as he tapped away at his monitor, but the Autobot leader knew Miara's gaze was focused on the door to the Med Bay.

"I'm sure Ratchet will let us know what's happening soon," Optimus assured Miara now. "Thank Primus their vessel had some medical information, but he is still working with an unknown species."

"I know." Miara nestled closer to the side of Optimus's helm. "I just hope they'll be okay."

"As do I." Optimus tapped a few more keys on his monitor, his optics narrowing as he stared at the screen in front of him. "Wheeljack, how are you coming along?"

"Nearly done, Prime." A burst of sparks punctuated Wheeljack's words, but the inventive Autobot looked pleased as he stepped back from his work bench. "Okay, this should do it."

Optimus turned to view Wheeljack's work. On his shoulder, Miara sat up and curled her tail around Optimus's armor as she peered down at the scientist. In his hands, Wheeljack held a simple triangular satellite that was already softly humming and blinking a red light in a steady rhythm. Another burst of sparks jumped from the shiny metal, but a few gentle taps from Wheeljack's finger quickly put the device to right.

"This should last last several vorns and I can always send another one to replace it if I have to. Think it'll take that long to contact whatever planet those creatures came from?"

"I don't know, but whatever these creatures are, they managed some form of intergalactic travel. Surely they will have established a means of communication with their home planet during missions." Optimus nodded at the satellite. "If we can send your satellite into orbit near where the vessel was found, I'm certain we could at least attempt to radio wherever it was they came from."

"We'll figure it out one way or another. Just let me know when to send this little beauty through the space bridge and I'll have it online in an astrosecond."

"Thank you, Wheeljack. One moment." Optimus tapped into his radio. "Jazz, report in."

"Loud and clear, Prime," the lieutenant's voice replied. "Perimeter check of Iacon shows no Decepticon activity nearby."

"Good. I was worried Megatron would notice that we've used a space bridge several times today, but perhaps he has other matters to attend to."

"I think that was because of the mishap with the energon conductors Starscream and Thundercracker tried to steal," Miara piped up.

"Yes, I think so too, Miara. But if Megatron is willing to steal unstable conductors, it means he's either desperate or planning something particularly awful for Iacon. Either way, we must stay alert. Sense anything, Little Sandstorm?"

Miara sat up, sniffing the air and tilting her head to feel the vibrations of the Autobot's main base. "Nothing out of the ordinary," the Teron confirmed with a smile.

"I thought so, but I always value your input, Miara." Optimus smiled and reached up to stroke the top of Miara's head with the tip of his finger. The Teron nestled closer to the side of Optimus's helm at his touch, her worry for the strange new creatures temporarily alleviated. Hopefully, there would be more good news soon, but the sooner the Autobots could find out just what kind of species they were dealing with, the sooner they could get said species the help they needed.

"Ironhide? We're ready on our end."

"Loud and clear, Prime!" Ironhide's voice answered through the radio. "We're watching over here."

"Go ahead, Wheeljack." Optimus nodded toward the space bridge. Wheeljack made a few adjustments to the satellite he held and the device began to hum a little louder, its metallic form quivering slightly in Wheeljack's hands. The scientist narrowed his optics and gently tossed the satellite through the portal. In an instant, the device vanished and a few seconds later, Ironhide's voice came through the radio once more.

"We see the satellite and are able to access it through our communicators. Can you hear us back on Cybertron, Prime?"

"We certainly can. Anything else to report, Ironhide?"

"Not much. Other than that strange ship, we haven't found any other signs of life. A good amount of minerals, though, and a possible source of water."

"That could be useful in the future. For now, take only what you can carry and we'll see how well the minerals you found can be converted into usable energon. We can always return to the planet if we need to."

"Understood. Over and out, Prime."

No sooner had Optimus ended his communication with Ironhide than the door to the Med Bay opened. Ratchet, Chief Medical Officer of the Autobots, stepped out into the room with a weary sigh.

"Are you alright, Ratchet?" Optimus asked as the medic approached him.

"Yes, I'm fine. Just happy that the worst seems to be over."

"And our new arrivals?"

"Stable, Optimus," the medic answered. "Right now, that's the best way I can describe them. They're pretty banged up, but I did the best I could."

"You always do, old friend."

"At the very least, I have some experience working with organic life forms." Ratchet smiled and patted Miara's head. "And while there are similarities I noticed between Miara and my newest patients, they seem to be a little more delicate than the Teron were."

"What are they?" Miara asked.

"According to their medical files, the species is known as homo sapiens or 'humans.' Like you, Miara, they are carbon-based lifeforms with a calcium frame. However, their lack of fur means their framework can be more easily damaged."

"I noticed that," Miara said with a nod. "They only had a little fur on their heads and it looked pretty thin."

"That's because it's not fur at all; it's a protein-based substance called hair and while humans do grow it over a majority of their bodies, it can actually be more of a hindrance than a help in terms of healing. Unlike a Teron's fur, human hair can actually infect open wounds and thus, their healers are advised to remove it before treating the damaged area."

"Did you have to do that?"

"No. Most of their surface wounds weren't in danger of infection, as far as I could tell. But all three of the humans suffered damage to their skeletal frames. I was able to repair the damage using minimal invasive care and their frames seem to be healing, but it will be a while before they're back to full strength. Right now what I'm most worried about is the possible damage done to their processing units, what humans call their brains."

"Was Inferno correct in that they depend on oxygen?" Optimus asked.

"More than correct. Apparently, even going a short time without oxygen can cause permanent damage to a human brain. Thankfully, their vessel had sufficient oxygen and the humans continued to breathe even while deactivated. Unfortunately, they haven't come back online and from what information their medical files had, damage done to their helms can also badly affect a human's ability to function. These humans have surface level damage to their helms, but considering that they have yet to reactivate, there could be much worse damage done to their brains. I won't know for sure until they reactivate." Ratchet paused, then added,

"If they reactivate. From what I was able to learn, sometimes damage done to a brain can cause humans to go offline even if their bodies are healing."

"Is there any way you can reactivate them, Ratchet? Any way you can determine if their brains are that badly damaged?"

"I'm monitoring the situation as best I can, Optimus. I will say that while the chance of the humans going offline is unlikely given that the damage to their helms was easy to treat, the chance is still there. Plus, I don't know how a healthy human brain functions in comparison to that of a Teron. I'm hesitant to try some of our usual methods for fear of causing them any more harm."

"Would energon help them?"

"That's something else, Little Sandstorm. Apparently, energon is toxic to humans."

"What?"

"Yes. Like Miara, humans have blood and before I sealed their flesh, I took a sample of blood from each of them. Human blood cells also depend on oxygen and I admit it was fascinating to see how they reacted when given more or less oxygen. However, when I exposed the cells to liquid energon, the blood cells became distressed and died off. So no, an infusion of energon will not help them. But what they will need is water; apparently, humans are even more dependent on water than Teron."

"Is that right? Well, Ironhide reported that the planet we found the humans on has quite a large reserve of water."

"Maybe that's why they were there," Miara said. "Or at least, why they were headed to that planet when they ran into the asteroids."

"It's certainly a possibility," Optimus agreed. "Hopefully, we'll be able to get some answers from wherever it was they came from. Wheeljack was able to create a satellite that should help us communicate with their home planet. Perhaps we can get more medical information for you, Ratchet."

"That would be a big help and the sooner, the better."

"I don't know." Wheeljack was back to examining the spaceship the humans had occupied. "Quite frankly, I'm surprised this ship managed to launch, never mind survive an asteroid storm. The technology is so primitive; I hope their communication systems fare better."

"I'm sure the humans did their best with what they had and that likely applies to their methods of communication as well. The fact that they managed to get as far as they did is commendable. But let's focus on helping the ones here on Cybertron. Ratchet, is there anything else we can do?"

"Not at the moment. Right now, we have to let them rest and hope they wake on their own."

"Might I see them?"

"Certainly."

Ratchet led Optimus into the Med Bay with Miara still perched on the Prime's shoulder. The Teron's nose twitched at the familiar scent of the Med Bay, which was thankfully mostly unoccupied. Ratchet had sectioned off a small alcove of the room with a fabric curtain and he pulled it back to reveal three small recharging berths he had fitted with extra fabric for cushioning. The three humans were each laid out on a berth, their bodies covered with thin sheets and their heads slightly elevated. Wires stretched out from under the sheets and connected to three smaller machines, each of them steadily beeping softly in the quiet room. The humans' optics were closed, but their chests rose and fell as they recharged. Their pale faces were marred with black and purple patches and one of the humans had a thick square of white material taped to his forehead.

"That's called gauze, by the way," Ratchet clarified. "I found it alongside their medical supplies, along with a good amount of disinfecting fluid. I've treated their wounds with that alongside my usual method of cauterization and it seemed to have worked well."

"What happened to their helms?" Miara asked, peering down from Optimus's shoulder.

"Bruising; it occurs when an organic creature is affected by blunt force trauma that extends past their body's first layer of defense. You've had some instances of it in the past, Miara, but your fur mitigated the worst of that kind of damage."

"I wonder why humans don't have fur then. That could have really helped them."

"And they clearly need all the help they can get right now." Optimus knelt down to take a closer look at the deactivated humans. Aside from a few light twitches, none of them stirred much. Optimus reached out and laid a finger lightly against the shoulder of the human closest to him. The human groaned slightly and his optics appeared to flicker, but he still didn't wake. Still, Ratchet leaned forward with a relieved look on his face.

"That's more activity than I've seen previously. Perhaps that one will reactivate soon."

"I hope so." Optimus glanced down at the frail-looking creature. "Do not worry, friends. You are safe here and I promise we will do what we can do get you home."

"It's what we do," Miara added, her tail wagging slightly.

"Yes. Although, perhaps this is more of a job for you, Sandstorm."

"What can I do?"

Optimus held out a hand and Miara slid expertly from his shoulder into his waiting palm. Stroking the Teron's back, Optimus set her gently down on the floor beside the human's berth. "I think," he said as Miara looked up at him, "that if our new friends are close to reactivating, they will feel more at ease with a fellow organic here to greet them. Would you mind waiting with them here for a bit while I try and contact their home world?"

"No, Optimus, I'd be happy to if you think it'll help them feel better." Miara favored the Prime with a huge smile.

"I do think it will help. If anyone can put someone at ease, it's you, Miara."

"Your presence has been especially welcome to those in the Med Bay in the past," Ratchet added. "Given that these humans are not only injured, but far from home, I won't be surprised if they'll be more than a little distressed upon reactivating. Anything we can do to alleviate those fears would be helpful; the last thing a healing body needs is more stress." The medic consulted the the machines the humans were attached to once more and nodded. "For now, though, let them rest."

"Very well." Optimus rose back to his feet. "Wheeljack's satellite should be able to pick up any broadcasts from the humans' home. Ratchet, I want you to stand by while I attempt to reach their planet. You can give those in charge a full report of their companions' current conditions and they can provide you with any more medical information you need."

"Right, Prime."

"I'll let you know if anything happens, Ratchet."

"Thank you, Miara. I'll come by a little later to check on the humans and to give you your post-mission checkup."

"Okay."

"And let us know if you're uncertain about anything the humans may say if they reactivate, Miara."

"I will, Optimus. I hope you manage to find the humans' home."

"We will. One way or another, we will."

Miara watched as Optimus and Ratchet left the Med Bay before turning her attention back to the humans. They were still asleep, but the one closest to her, the one Optimus had spoken to, was moving about a little more on his bed now. A few more groans issued from his mouth, but the machine he was linked to continued to beep steadily. The Teron crept forward and placed her hands on the padded berth as she watched the human's bruised face contort and relax as though he was having a nightmare. Miara stretched out her arms and laid her upper body atop them, pressing herself gently against the human. Though he was still covered by the sheet, the human seemed to relax at the feeling of Miara's furry form. Smiling, Miara gently nudged the man's arm with her head, as she often did to a recovering Autobot. The human sighed contentedly, but his optics remained closed. Despite his not reactivating, Miara had a feeling that it wouldn't be long before the human woke and when he did, she would be here to help him. Optimus had promised the humans the Autobots' help and Miara was going to make sure that the humans knew that promise would be kept.

After all, she was the Prime's offspring.

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Lancelot R. Gilligrass, President of the United States, had always considered himself the kind of leader most men strove to be. He was brave, he was stalwart, he was inventive, and in times of crisis, he kept a cool head. Hadn't the events of the last few months proved that? Between a giant fruit falling from the sky and his country's Space Hotel being invaded by slimy, man-eating aliens, President Gilligrass knew that a lesser man than he would have certainly gone to pieces. As such, he was not all that surprised when NASA requested he make an emergency flight to Houston to deal with yet another problem, Lancelot R. Gilligrass knew just what to do.

"Nanny, tell Houston that if the Vermicious Knids are attacking again that they better be ready to launch missiles at them straight away!"

"You heard the President!" Vice President Ms. Elvira Tibbs snapped at the pilot. "Tell Houston to be ready to launch the missiles at the Vermicious Knids!"

"I don't think they mentioned anything about Vermicious Knids, Mr. President," the pilot replied as he guided the President's private plane into the smoothest landing he could.

"Well, what else could the emergency be?"

"I don't know, sir, but no doubt you're about to find out." The pilot nodded at the guards and NASA employees waiting anxiously by the runway. Under the pilot's experienced hands, the plane skidded to a perfect stop just in front of where the men were waiting and they all rushed forward as the pilot jumped up from his seat to open the door.

"Humph, it better not be the Russians, Nanny, or I'll blow them up too."

"Of course you will and they'll deserve it."

"Mr. President!" One of the men rushed forward, closely followed by two grim-looking CIA agents wearing suits that were too small and sunglasses that were too big.

"Yes, yes, I'm here, Mr...."

"Calverton, sir. Christopher Calverton, at your service."

"Well, what's this all about, Calverton? Don't tell me those awful Vermicious Knids are bothering us again. I thought I gave the order to deep-freeze the Space Hotel."

"You did, Mr. President, you did!" Christopher bobbed about the two officials as he led the way into a large dome-shaped building. "It's not about the Vermicious Knids. It's about-"

"Have the Russians tried to take over the Space Hotel?"

"I don't think so, Mr. President. It's-"

"Or the Chinese?"

"Not that we know of, Mr. President, but-"

"Has Mr. Hilton tried to launch his own hotel into space?"

"... not to my knowledge, sir."

"THEN WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER, MAN?"

"We think..." Christopher looked around nervously as the small group paused inside a long white hallway. "We think we've been contacted by... aliens."

"Calverton... WE ALREADY WERE CONTACTED BY ALIENS!"

"Well.... yes, but... not really." Christopher tried to maintain his composure as President Gilligrass and Ms. Tibbs glared back at him. "What I mean is that we were attacked by the Vermicious Knids, yes, but they didn't bother to establish communication with us."

"And now they are?"

"Maybe...?"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN MAYBE? ARE THEY OR ARE THEY NOT?"

"We don't think it's the Vermicious Knids reaching out to us, Mr. President. But we are certain that someone is."

"So..." President Gilligrass felt his heart begin to pound in his chest. "There are other aliens?"

"We think so, sir. In fact, we're almost certain. That's why-"

"Well, why didn't you say so, man? Hurry up and take me to the communications room!"

"... right away, Mr. President."

The group all but ran down the rest of the hallway and burst into a large room whose walls were covered with blinking machines and large screens. Several dozen workers, all wearing bulky headsets, swarmed around the machines, pushing buttons, pulling levers, and scanning print-outs of numbers.

"President Gilligrass!"

The room went quiet and a good many of the workers jumped to their feet out of awe at the sight of their leader.

"Yes yes, good to see you all, what's this about aliens?"

"Over here, sir!" A group of three men and two women were crowded around a screen showing a black sky speckled with stars and a few flashing lights.

"It's still there?" Christopher asked as he led the President over.

"Yes, sir."

"Knock knock."

"Uh, who's there, Mr. President?"

"Space cases."

"Space cases who?"

"Space cases make head cases! Now tell me what I'm looking at!"

"Well, you see, sir-"

"No we don't see," Ms. Tibbs snapped. "Now answer the President's question or you're fired!"

"Yes, Ms. Vice President. Ahem, earlier today, astronauts Bud Shuckworth, Chad Showler, and Lenny Shanks were on a routine mission to patrol the skies around the Space Hotel, USA. However, they reported trouble with asteroids and we lost all communication with them."

"Shuckworth, Showler, and Shanks are missing?"

"Yes, Mr. President. We've been trying to locate their rocket since this morning. But around noon, that suddenly appeared in the sky."

Christopher pointed at the screen, where a small light continued to flash. However, the light grew closer to the screen and a small triangular shape suddenly flew by before dwindling back into a mere speck of brightness in the starry sky.

"Was that a satellite?"

"Yes, Mr. President. But it's not one of ours."

"So it is the Russians behind this!"

"No, Mr. President."

"The Chinese?"

"No, sir."

"Mr. Hilton?"

"It's... the satellite didn't come from Earth, Mr. President."

"What?"

"Yes. It seemed to just appear out of nowhere and has been orbiting the skies between Earth and Mars for at least an hour now. We've been able to take several photographs of it and it's like nothing that could be made here."

President Gilligrass stared at the screen again, his mind racing. The strange satellite continued to blink, its light like a cheeky wink behind a stern teacher's back. Right, he knew what to do.

"Call the Head of the Air Force! Call the Head of the Army! Call the Head of Homeland Security! We're going to blow whoever's trying to spy on us right out of space before they can lay one slimy-"

"Sir!" One of the workers seated before a six-foot screen whirled around, his eye as wide as dinner plates in his face. "I think... I think we have a message coming through!"

"A message?" Christopher Calverton gasped.

"A message?" Ms. Elvira Tibbs boomed.

"A MESSAGE!" President Lancelot R. Gilligrass raced over to the screen. "Are you telling me... an alien is trying to talk to us?"

"I... I... I think so. Look!" The worker's screen was filled with static, but it was slowly clearing and showing a large bulky shape. "I think whoever or whatever launched the satellite did so because they wanted to reach us from wherever they are."

"What do we-"

"Aha!" President Gilligrass nearly jumped for joy at his brilliant deduction. "Don't you see what's going on here? These beasts have kidnapped Shuckworth, Showler, and Shanks and now they're holding them for ransom!"

"But Mr. President, we don't-"

"Oh-ho, we'll show them! Once they start talking, I want everyone in this room to track where the signal is coming from. We'll pretend to listen and then blow them sky-high! I won't have aliens threatening any more of my astronauts, no indeed!"

"No indeed," agreed Ms. Tibbs. "You'd better be ready to talk to whoever is trying to get through."

"Right. Is this microphone working?"

"Yes, Mr. President." Christopher sighed with resignation. "Everything's all ready to go. Neil, give the President your seat."

Obediently, the NASA worker stood aside to let President Gilligrass sit in front of the screen. The rest of the group hovered around their leader and the the majority of activity in the room ceased as every eye fixed onto the glass pane. Another burst of static filled the screen before it suddenly cut to show a clear picture, eliciting a huge round of gasps at what stood before them.

The six-foot screen was dominated by a massive man-like figure made entirely of shining metal. While the head of the robot was dark blue, its face was shining silver and its bulky shoulders were red. As for the rest of its body, no one could say because the screen cut off somewhere around the robot's middle, indicating its towering height. The robot's mouth appeared to be covered by some kind of mask hiding its mouth, but its eyes were light blue and softly glowing. On its left shoulder was some kind of sigil that looked as if it had been branded into the metal and then covered in white paint. Though he couldn't say for sure, President Gilligrass was certain it was a mark of leadership as the robot stood with the same kind of quiet and dignified authority that Lancelot knew he himself portrayed. Well, then, at least these aliens were smart enough to have some form of government.

"Greetings," the robot said. His voice was deep, but low and gentle and President Gilligrass instinctively felt himself relaxing at the sound. "My name is Optimus Prime, Leader of the Autobots. I am reaching out to you from the planet Cybertron. Am I coming in clear?"

For a moment, everyone was too stunned to speak. Swallowing, President Gilligrass grasped the microphone in his right hand and replied,

"You... you are. I am Lancelot R. Gilligrass, President of the United States of America on the planet Earth."

Optimus Prime inclined his head slightly. "I am glad I was able to reach you, President Gilligrass. The files inside your soldiers' ship mentioned you and an organization called 'NASA.' I presume you have knowledge of them?"

"Our ship? So you did kidnap them!"

"I assure you we did not." Optimus held up a blue hand in what appeared to be a calming gesture. "We found your ship crashed on a planet my Autobots were scouting and the people inside injured. We merely brought them back to Cybertron for treatment."

"A likely story. Why should I believe you?"

"Have you been hurt by our kind before?"

"We didn't even know your kind existed before now."

"I see," Optimus replied, a note of relief in his voice. "Well, let me assure you, President Gilligrass, that I am telling you the truth. Your men- Bud Shuckworth, Leonard Shanks, and Charles Showler- are safe. They are currently in our Med Bay and we are waiting on them to reactivate so that we can assess their condition. Once we are certain they are out of danger, we will send them back to you."

"You... you plan on sending them back?"

"Of course. They are not our prisoners."

"What do you want in exchange for them?"

"Nothing. We only wish to help."

"It's a trick," someone whispered. "They want you to invite them to Earth so that they can take over, Mr. President. Bet you anything Shuckworth, Shanks, and Showler have been ground up like sausage meat."

"Don't be ridiculous. Robots don't eat sausages," President Gilligrass hissed back. Clearing his throat, the president addressed Optimus again. "You say you're from a place called Cybertron?"

"That is correct."

"I've never heard of the place."

"We had not heard of Earth until we researched your rocket's files. Considering we are several galaxies apart, it's hardly surprising."

"Beg pardon, sir." Christopher Calverton spoke up. "I'm with NASA; that's short for 'National Aeronautics and Space Administration,' by the way. How did you transport our ship and astronauts to your planet in such a short frame of time? By our count, they haven't even been missing a full day."

"We used a space bridge, a technology that allows for instantaneous travel anywhere in the universe. Once your astronauts are cleared for travel, we will use that same technology to send them back to Earth."

"Instantaneous travel?" Christopher could barely get the words out. "You... you can do that?"

"We can."

"Then why not send our men and rocket back now?"

"As I stated, President Gilligrass, we want to make sure the three humans are medically cleared for travel. As for your rocket, well, we had to nearly take it apart in order to get your astronauts out for treatment. My team is fixing it as we speak and we will send it back through the space bridge with your men."

"You said Shuckworth, Showler, and Shanks are being cared for?"

"They are."

"I want to see them."

"I'm afraid they have not yet come back online; they are in a state of deep recharge and need to be monitored. However, my chief medical officer would be happy to speak with you, if you'll permit it."

"I'll allow it," President Gilligrass answered, folding his hands neatly in front of him. Always show who was in charge, after all, and there was no way President Lancelot R. Gilligrass was not in charge.

Optimus nodded and stepped to one side. Another robot came into view and while he was a good deal shorter than Optimus, he was still tall enough for the screen to hide most of his stature. This robot was painted white with red crosses on his shoulders and a red visor above his bright blue eyes. His bulky chest was covered with a large glass screen below which he bore the same mark as Optimus Prime, though his was red. Like Optimus, the white robot's face was silver in color, but unlike Optimus, he had no mask across his mouth. When he spoke, his voice had a pleasant tone.

"Greetings to you, President Gilligrass and NASA. I am Ratchet, Chief Medical Officer of the Autobots. I have been personally attending to the care of your fellow humans and I am pleased to report that their condition appears stable."

"How can you be certain? Have you treated humans before?"

"I have some experience treating organic creatures, but not humans, no. Thankfully, we were able to access the medical files stored within your rocket's computers-"

"Medical files are private!"

"Indeed! It's against the law to look at them!" Ms. Tibbs added.

"I understand and I assure you that they will remain private. However, I needed that information to provide proper medical care to your friends. I hope you can understand that."

"Under the circumstances, we can allow it," President Gilligrass replied, feeling rather righteous as he spoke. Good, these robots weren't going to take advantage of him. "But I want to speak to my men."

"Of course. As soon as they reactivate, I will let you know."

"What do you mean by 'reactivate?' They're men, not machines."

"Yes, President Gilligrass, I'm aware of that. By your terms, your men are unconscious and I am waiting on them to wake. They are breathing on their own and their vital signs are healthy. However, they all sustained wounds to their helms- their heads- and I understand that can lead to damage to a human brain, can it not?"

"Well, so I've been told. I'm no doctor, but- Calverton, get the best surgeons and medics you have on base over here right away!"

"Yes, Mr. President!" Christopher raced off to summon the nearest medical team as President Gilligrass turned back to Ratchet. "What if we were to send our doctors to you?"

"I'm not sure that would be wise, President Gilligrass," Optimus answered. "Operating the space bridge takes a good deal of energy, which is currently in short supply on Cybertron right now. That's why we were visiting the planet your rocket crashed on; we were hoping to find new sources of energy far enough to where our enemies wouldn't be able to stop us."

"Your enemies?"

"I'm afraid so." Optimus sighed as he and Ratchet exchanged a heavy glance. "Our planet is in the midst of civil war, a conflict that stretches back farther than even I care to remember. We Autobots are constantly challenged by a Cybertronian named Megatron, who seeks to bring all of Cybertron under the rule of his Decepticons."

"Decepticons?"

"Yes. As of now, we have been victorious against most of the Decepticons' attacks, but Megatron is both brutal and cunning. Nearly every battle against him results in heavy damage to both sides, sometimes with fatal results. We were able to open a space bridge for our scouting mission because we had recently repelled a Decepticon attack outside of our main city, but it won't be long before Megatron attacks again. If we continually operate a space bridge, he will most certainly notice and I will not risk your people being caught in the midst of our war."

"You said you would send Shuckworth, Showler, and Shanks home. Won't you need a space bridge to do that?"

"We will. Once they are out of the Med Bay, we will make plans to use the space bridge without attracting too much attention from the Decepticons as well as coordinate with you and your people regarding the best time and location for the return to take place. I understand your concern, President Gilligrass, but I cannot risk allowing the Decepticons access to your world. I won't be responsible for causing you harm and I will do everything in my power to defend you if needs be."

"You will?"

"You have my word as an Autobot."

"Well then... thank you, Optimus Prime, I accept your help. But I still want to talk to Shuckworth, Showler, and Shanks before anything is decided."

"Certainly. We will keep you informed about their condition," Ratchet said

"In the meantime, I can send you a report on their current conditions via our satellite."

"So it was you who launched it."

"Actually, it was my scientist Wheeljack who built it, but yes, we launched that satellite into your galaxy so that we could establish communication," Optimus answered. "You are also free to communicate with us as you see fit."

"Excellent. Ahh, good, NASA's doctors are here." President Gilligrass nodded as a troop of men and women in white doctors' coats and nurses' uniforms filed into the room. "I'm sure they can provide you with whatever information you're lacking."

"That would be most helpful. I'll send my report over now; please send over any and all information you can, particularly anything regarding how to treat any injuries to the human head and brain," Ratchet requested.

"I will inform you once your three astronauts have awakened," Optimus said as Ratchet stepped away from the screen. "And if you require anything more from us, please do not hesitate to ask."

"Knock-knock."

"... I beg your pardon, President Gilligrass?"

"They may not be familiar with knock-knock jokes, Mr. President," Ms. Tibbs whispered.

"Oh, right... ahem. Ah, Optimus Prime?"

"Yes?"

"What do you know about Vermicious Knids?"

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The first thing Bud Shuckworth registered as he woke was pain. Not the blinding agony he vaguely remembered from the crash earlier, but a kind of dull throbbing agony that was focused mainly in his shoulder and head. Bright light pierced through his closed eyelids and a rhythmic beeping pounded into his ears. A sharp antiseptic smell hung heavy in the warm air which made Bud almost certain he was in a hospital of some sort.

Almost certain because the second thing Bud Shuckworth noted as he regained consciousness was that there was something warm and furry pressed up against him.

A... a dog? Who lets a dog in a hospital? At the same time, Bud had to admit that he was grateful for whoever had allowed the furry creature to lay next to him. Despite the aches and pains flooding his body, there was something reassuring about the warm furry form nestled next to him. For a moment, Bud was reminded of sick days when he was a child and how his family's big Burmese Mountain Dog Jack would always lay in bed with him. Colds, fevers, and even that time he'd had measles had seemed a little more bearable then. His eyes still closed, Bud slowly worked his arm out from the confines of his blanket and ran it lightly over the soft thick fur next to him.

"Oh, you're awake."

What? The voice was that of a young girl's and it was right next to him. But the only other presence close by was...

Bud groaned and forced open his eyes, squinting against the bright light. The room certainly looked like that of a hospital, what with its muted white walls, blinking machines, and spotless scrubbed floor. However, Bud only spared the room a glance before his attention was fully grabbed by the creature leaning against his bed.

Looking up at Bud from the edge of his bed was something that looked like an animal, yet Bud was more reminded of a happy little girl than anything else. Still, the creature's streamlined furry body, slightly short limbs, and thick heavy tail brought to mind an otter than had started to turn into a human. Or rather, a little girl who had turned into an otter and retained her overall human-ness. The otter girl's body was covered in thick, chocolate-brown fur with lighter, cream-colored fur on her underside. She also sported thick black hair that framed her face, brushed her shoulders, and ran above her eyes in obvious bangs. Sprouting from the side of the creature's head were two long stiff appendages that Bud would have thought were horns had he not noticed them quivering slightly. The creature stood with her hands on his bed, but she still had to stretch up a bit and balance on her tail in order to meet Bud's eyes. Her eyes were brown and below her velvety muzzle, her mouth was wreathed in a wide smile that displayed sharp white teeth. However, there was no mistaking the sheer joy radiating from the creature's entire being and for a moment, Bud was utterly captivated by the strange, but friendly face inches from his own.

Someone should make a stuffed animal to look like her. They'd put teddy bears out of business. Actually, Bud had to admit he wouldn't mind a cuddly toy of this creature for himself.

The creature continued to smile at Bud as she spoke again.

"How are you feeling?"

"Uh... huh?"

"Oh." The creature tilted her head slightly, her expression changing from wide smile to gentle concern. "Can you... can you understand me? Is my translator working?"

"Translator?" Bud blinked as the creature tapped her chest. To his surprise, she was wearing a silver vest that, despite being made of shiny silver metal, looked like it weighed almost nothing at all. At the center of the harness where the straps connected, the metal sported the visage of a stern-looking face in a slightly darker shade of silver, making it look like the design hadn't so much been painted on as branded into the harness. The creature tapped the visage with a small black claw.

"Yes. You can understand me, right?"

"Y-yes. Yes I can."

"Good!" The creature's sunny smile returned and her tail wagged a bit. "And how are you feeling?"

"Like I was run over."

"That would hurt," the creature said with a nod. "Ratchet said you'd be feeling sore for a while."

"Ratchet?"

"Yes, he's our chief medical officer. Ratchet was the one who treated you and your friends. He's a really good doctor."

"Huh?" Bud turned his head to see Lenny and Chad laying in similar beds next to him. Neither one had woken up, but their faces were pretty bruised and Chad's tan looked washed out in the harsh light of the room. Bud also noticed that his friends had wires snaking out from under their blankets that were connected to beeping machines. Glancing down at his torso, Bud saw he was wired to a similar device, but the machine looked different from the medical equipment NASA had used during his numerous physicals.

Small wonder. I guess that answers any questions about whether or not there's life on Mars.

"Ratchet said you'd wake on your own, but he'd come to check on you soon. I should get him for you since you're awake," the little creature said.

"Uh, thanks, um... wait, who are you?"

"Oh, right." The smiling creature straightened up a bit. "I am Miara of the Autobots. What's your name?"

"Uh... Bud. Bud Shuckworth." Bud winced as his head throbbed again. "My friends are Lenny Shanks and Chad Showler."

"Bud Shuckworth," Miara repeated. "It's nice to meet you."

"Thanks." For a moment, Bud wondered if it had been a good idea to divulge his identity so quickly, but considering Miara's people had seen fit to bring him and his friends to a hospital probably meant that they weren't totally hostile.

Or at least they think we'll have some worth. Might as well let them know messing with us could cost them once NASA finds out they've taken us prisoner.

"And your friends are Lenny and Chad, right?"

"Yes. You said you're of the Autobots?" Bud asked Miara.

"Yes. That's what we are."

"Uh-huh. And you live on Mars?"

"Mars?" Miara's head tilted in confusion. "No, we live on Cybtertron."

"Cybertron?"

"Mmm-hmm. That's where we are now."

"Wait, we're... where is Cybertron in relation to Earth?"

"Where is Earth?"

"That's where we're from. My fellow astronauts and I." Bud winced as he gestured to his unconscious teammates. "We crash-landed on Mars after getting caught in an asteroid storm, but we're from Earth."

"Oh, you call that red planet Mars."

"Yes. Earth is close by."

"Oh, well...." Miara tapped her chin. "We're pretty far away from Earth then. Several light years at least."

"What?" Bud tried to sit up, but his head swam and his whole body flared up with pain. He fell back against his bed with a groan as spots swam before his eyes.

"Oh no, are you alright?" Miara laid a gentle hand on Bud's arm. "I'd better get Ratchet for you. He'll help."

"Yeah... okay. Thanks." Bud shuddered as his vision cleared. "But we need to-"

"Don't worry; we'll help you get home. Autobots are always willing to help." Miara flashed Bud another grin and then darted off on all fours. Bud started in surprise as one of the walls parted like the Red Sea before Moses to allow the strange little creature to pass and out she streaked like a flash of brown lightning. The wall closed shut again, leaving Bud alone in the room with his still unconscious companions.

Bud leaned back against his bed, his head swimming from both his injury and from his encounter with Miara. Truth be told, the little creature's absence left him feeling far more unsure about his current situation and already he was missing the comforting warmth of her fur. Had she been left with him solely to keep him calm when he woke? If so, she had done a good job as Bud was now fully able to take in his surroundings.

Despite the room having the overall look and feel of a hospital, it was far larger in terms of scale than medical building Bud had ever seen. The ceiling stretched high above him and there were machines and padded slabs that looked more suited to the race of giants England had come in contact with only last year. But the giants had lived in a very primitive land; this place looked like something out of a science fiction comic book. Though he had little doubt the machines he and the others were hooked up to were indeed medical equipment, Bud couldn't see any other medical tools that a race of otter-like creatures would use to treat their ill and injured.

Actually, Bud couldn't fathom a race of otter-like creatures existing in this setting. Miara looked like she would be more at home at a beach rather than in this world of chrome and metal. And what was more, she was tiny; no bigger than a seven or eight-year-old. Why in the world would her people need so much space?

And why would a race of otter creatures be called Autobots?

A groan from next to him made Bud turn his head on his pillow. Lenny's eyes flickered and then squinted closed again.

"Hey, back to the land of the living, Len?" Bud tried to grin, but he couldn't deny the effort it took to speak.

"Ugh, what happened?"

"We crashed."

"Yeah, no kidding." Lenny reached up and scrubbed at his eyes. "But where are we?"

"Believe it or not, on another planet."

"We crashed on Mars, didn't we?" Chad's voice, lacking its usual light bravado, joined those of his companions. The blond-haired man's eyes were huge in the light and though he didn't seem able to lift his head, Chad's weary smile was a welcome sight to Bud. "Guess Martians really do exist, huh?"

"We're... not on Mars."

"Huh?" Lenny blinked and managed to sit up somewhat. "We... we crashed on Mars, Bud."

"Yeah, but apparently we're on a planet called Cybtertron."

"Huh?"

"What the heck's Cybertron?"

"The home of a race of creatures called Autobots. I just met one of them and let me tell you, I would not call what Miara is Autobots."

"Miara?"

"Yep, one of the locals." Bud grinned. "You'll meet her soon and trust me, she's adorable. Apparently, we've been treated by a doctor named Ratchet and Miara went to get him." Bud chuckled. "We had it wrong, gentlemen; it's otters we should have been sending into space, not dogs or chimps."

"Otters?"

"That's what Miara looked like to me."

"Otters call themselves Autobots and live on a planet called Cybertron?" Chad managed a weak laugh. "You sure she wasn't just a robot in disguise?"

Bud would have attempted a laugh at that moment, but the sound of heavy metal footsteps approaching promptly killed off even the hint of a chuckle. Bud turned his head to see the doors of the room sliding open once more and the biggest robot he'd ever seen stepping into the room with Miara at his heels.

"Ahh, good, you're all awake." The robot, a vision in gleaming white and shining red, said in a pleasant voice. Unfortunately, neither his kindly tone nor his reassuring smile could put Bud, Lenny, and Chad at ease. Pausing, the robot tapped his chest, which was covered by a glass pane. Said pane slid open and the robot reached inside to pull out a large square instrument nestled inside one of several compartments built into his frame. The three astronauts lay frozen in shock as the robot made his way over to them, keeling down to view the three men. "That's an encouraging sign."

"And you're Lenny and Chad." Miara ran over to Bud's bedside before pulling herself back on her hind legs and peering over Bud at the other two. "Bud told me your names. I'm Miara and this Ratchet. We're really glad to see you've reactivated."

"Indeed we are." Ratchet tapped at the square instrument in his hands and light flared up from the device, bathing the robot's face in a soft glow. "I was worried that the injuries to your heads might have caused some internal processing damage I didn't know how to treat, but Miara said you were able to hold a conversation, which is a relief." Ratchet looked down at Bud and nodded as he knelt down to get a closer look at the incredulous astronaut. "Still, injuries to a human head are no joke, or so I'm told. As such, I'm going to be keeping a close optic on you for a bit. Now, let's see how you're healing-"

"Don't let him touch you, Bud!"

Everyone, Miara and Ratchet included, started at Lenny's yell. The man was cowering against his bed, hands clutching at the blanket covering him. "I know what this is! They're going to make sure we're healthy enough to eat and then it's down the hatch with all of us!"

Ratchet blinked at Lenny, his blue eyes wide in his silver face. Next to him, Miara's furry brow was furrowed in confusion as her ears twitched slightly against her head.

"I assure you that you're in no danger here," Ratchet said gently. "I'm a medic; you're in our Med Bay. And we are certainly not planning on ingesting you."

"Uh-huh. And that thing you have there isn't going to blast us into a million pieces, is it?"

"This?" Ratchet held up his device. "This is a diagnostic scanner I use for examinations. I would never use a weapon on a patient."

"A likely story! You're going to torture us!"

"Are you scared that it'll hurt?" Miara asked. "I promise it doesn't."

"Indeed. I just want to make sure-"

"You're not harvesting my organs!"

"Oh-kay." Ratchet heaved a heavy sigh before turning to the little otter-girl. "Miara, perhaps you could help me here."

"Certainly. What can I do?"

"Since our friend seems a little nervous, why don't I give you your post-mission checkup now? That way, he and the others can see what I'm going to do."

"Oh, yeah, like the doctor used to do when I was a kid," Chad said with a grin. Lenny scowled, but he kept his eye on Ratchet and Miara. The otter-girl wagged her tail as she stood back from Bud's bed.

"Ready!"

"Alright." Ratchet focused his device on Miara and a red beam burst forth from the top of the instrument and ran over Mira's body. Thought it only lasted a second or two, Bud could have sworn he saw a glimpse of muscle and bone in that brief flash of light. Ratchet clearly saw something because he nodded as he viewed the screen of his scanner before holding it closer to Miara's chest.

"Deep breath." The light on the screen flickered as Miara obliged. "Good, no blockage in your lungs. Open your mouth, Miara."

Ratchet held the screen close to the little creature's mouth and nose and then peered at her eyes. "Excellent. Any pain anywhere, Little Sandstorm?"

"No."

"Any feelings of illness or fatigue?"

"None."

"And your appetite?"

Miara giggled. "I am hungry."

"I figured." Ratchet smiled and gently ruffled the top of Miara's head with the tip of his finger. "You're in perfect shape, Sandstorm. Optimus will be pleased. Now then," the medic said as he turned back to the three men. "May I proceed?"

"You... promise that's all you're going to do?" Bud asked.

"Examine you? Yes."

Bud sighed. "Alright, you can do me first."

"Bud!"

"It's fine, Lenny." Bud nodded at Ratchet. "Go ahead."

Ratchet held his device over Bud and once more, the red beam flared. Bud steeled himself for any kind of discomfort, but other than a light tingling sensation, there was nothing. Bud watched as Ratchet viewed the results, noticing that the robot has red crosses reminiscent of the designs on Earth ambulances painted on the sides of his arms. Between Ratchet's coloring and his occupation, Bud rather felt like he was being examined by a walking, talking ambulance.

"Good, your frame is healing well. I understand you're still sore, but that will clear up in time," Ratchet said. "All the same, your skeletal structure may be weak where your bones were broken, so you'll need to take care not to overwork yourself until I'm satisfied the injury is fully healed. Hmm, an infusion of calcium may help."

"My bones were broken?"

"Specifically, your clavicle and the radius in your right arm. It only took minor invasive care to repair them."

"What?"

"Yes, you were lucky." Ratchet held his device over Bud's chest, just as he did with Miara. "Take a deep breath, please, and hold it."

Still a bit stunned, Bud inhaled and watched as Ratchet studied both his chest and then his head for some reason. The robot medic must have seen what we was looking for because he looked pleased as he gestured for Bud to exhale.

"Lungs are clear and oxygen is reaching your brain. I don't see any major swelling or bleeding in your skull either. I was worried about that."

"Have you treated humans before?"

"No, you're my first human patients. Open your mouth."

Bud did so, feeling a little ridiculous as the massive robot held his scanner over Bud's open maw.

"Hmmm. Close your mouth and turn your head to the left. Good, now to the right. Thank you. Now look up at me. Right. Can you tell me your full name?"

"We're not allowed to give out any personal information!" Lenny protested.

"Too late; they already know our names," Chad reminded him.

"Actually, I know the answers to all of the questions I'm going to ask you," Ratchet said mildly. "I'm merely checking your brain's processing ability, so I need to know if your answers are accurate. Name?"

"Bud Aaron Shuckworth."

"And your place of origin?"

"I was born and raised in Omaha, Nebraska."

"Good. And where do you reside now?"

"Currently housed by the NASA Space Program in Houston, Texas."

"Excellent. As far as I can tell, your processing ability is in fine working order, but I'll want you to see a human physician when you return to your home planet and-"

"Wait, return?" Chad winced as he tried again to lift his head. "You're going to... send us home?"

"Of course we are." Ratchet looked surprised. "Once I give you medical clearance, that is."

"But what about-"

"First things first." Ratchet held up a hand before turning to Lenny. "Let me examine you and then I will answer your questions. Hold still, please."

With some bad grace, Lenny obeyed the medic, though Ratchet looked more than a little concerned as he checked the astronaut's lungs.

"Hmmm, I'll want to keep an optic on that."

"On what?"

"Your rib cage was damaged. The cracks are healing, but slowly. Probably from the first time you broke them."

"You've accessed our medical records, haven't you?" Bud asked.

"I did. I had to in order to treat you, after all. I understand they are confidential and, rest assured, they will be with me. Turn your head please, Lenny."

Lenny did so and was able to answer most of Ratchet's questions, though he had to think for a moment before remembering he had been born in Idaho, but had lived in Iowa since he was five. However, it was Chad who seemed to worry Ratchet most, as the youngest of the trio was unable to lift his head fully from his bed.

"Can you move your arms?"

"Yes." Chad waved them.

"Hmmm, move your right leg. Good, now your left. And can you turn your head?"

"Yeah." Chad did so. "It just hurts."

"I thought so. Deep breath, please." Ratchet frowned, holding his scanner closer to Chad's head. "Again."

"Is he okay?" Bud asked. Beside him, Miara leaned over him to peer at Chad.

"Hmmm. Full name?"

"Charles... Nicholas Showler."

"Where did you originate from, Chad?"

"I... North... no, South Dakota."

"Okay. And what do you remember about your family? Do you recall any names?"

"My... my mom... she's Mary. Yeah, that's right. And... my Dad's name is Harold."

"Okay, good." Ratchet tapped his scanner and the light turned off. "At least those answers were correct, even if it took you an astrosecond to think of them. You were pretty banged up so I'm going to check you again later and see if your condition has improved and then we can-"

"And then you're going to ransom us off to Earth in exchange for global domination, isn't that right?"

"Oh for Pete's sake, Lenny!" Bud groaned.

"I think," Ratchet said after a moment, "that I'm going to keep all three of you on mandatory bedrest for the foreseeable future." The huge robot straightened back up. "In the meantime, I'm going to let Optimus Prime, our leader, know you are, for the most part, alert. Would you be up for speaking with him? He was just as worried about you as I was."

Bud glanced over at his friends. Lenny looked sullen, but Chad just looked dazed. Despite the obviously advanced care Ratchet had been able to give, Bud knew he'd feel better once Chad was examined by Earth doctors who had treated more than three humans in the past. And if talking to the leader of these robots was a step closer to getting home, then so be it.

"Yes, we'll talk with him."

"Good. I should also let you know we've manage to contact both NASA and your country's president, Lancelot R. Gilligrass."

"You talked with the President?" Despite his injuries, Chad's bruised face still managed to radiate amazement.

"And NASA?" Bud added. "They know where we are?"

"Yes, we let them know you were safe in our Med Bay and they were kind enough to have their medical staff send over necessary information when it came to treating damage to the human brain." Ratchet chuckled. "My goodness and I thought Miara was delicate." Next to him, Miara giggled and wagged her tail.

"So, they know we're on... Cybertron?"

"Yes, they do. And like I said, once you're medically cleared, we will send you back to Earth. Optimus will make sure of it, just as I will make sure you get the best care we can offer you. Speaking of which, your bodies need both nourishment and to be rehydrated. Your vessel held copious amounts of rations; if I brought them to you, could you manage to eat and drink?"

"I'd kill for a glass of water," Chad said with a grin.

"No need for that here; I'll see about bringing you what you need. Miara, could you stay with them until Optimus arrives?"

"Yes, Ratchet!"

"Thank you, Little Sandstorm. I'll be back shortly, but in the meantime, please stay in your berths. The last thing I want is for you to injure yourselves further."

"Will do," Chad answered with a tired grin.

"Like we have a choice," Lenny muttered.

"Doctor's orders," Bud replied with a shrug. "And thank you for your help, Dr. Ratchet."

"I'm glad I could help you." Ratchet smiled and left the room. The door of the Med Bay shut behind him and the three men were left alone with Miara once more to await the arrival of Optimus Prime.

Chapter Text

"What's your home like?"

"Huh?" Bud blinked and looked down at Miara. The little otter-girl was leaning against his bed, her head resting in her webbed hands. Her large brown eyes were fixed on Bud as she asked with a smile,

"Your home; what's it like?"

"Uh, well, it's..." Bud found himself returning Miara's ever-present smile. "It's certainly not as metallic as your planet is."

"I imagine so, given that you're organic like me."

"Yeah, about that." Lenny raised an eyebrow at Miara. "I thought you said you were an Autobot."

"I am."

"You don't look like a robot."

"Oh!" Miara laughed. "No, I am a member of the Autobot faction." Miara tapped the sigil on her harness. "I'm just not a Cybertronian. I'm a Teron."

"What's a Teron?" Lenny asked.

"I am."

"She's got you there, Len," Chad said with a weak chuckle.

"So, then, you're not a native of Cybertron, are you, Miara?" Bud asked.

"No. I was born on Holtus, but I've lived on Cybertron since I was an infant."

"What about the rest of your people? The other Teron?"

"Optimus told me that when I was born, my home planet had been destroyed by a plague. That's why my grandfather Solero had him take me back to Cybertron."

"Optimus? Isn't he your leader?"

"Yes. Optimus is our Prime and I am the Prime's offspring!" Miara beamed with pride.

"...what?"

"You..." Lenny stared at Miara.

"You're the leader's daughter?" Chad managed to raise his head about an inch off his pillow in surprise.

"Optimus has called me his sparkling since he brought me to Cybtertron and I couldn't be prouder to be his sparkling." Miara's tail thumped against the metal floor as she spoke. "In fact Optimus had me wait here with you while you were still deactivated; he thought you'd feel better if you had a fellow organic to greet you."

"To be honest, Miara, that was a big help," Bud admitted. "Thanks."

"My pleasure. A lot of Autobots who have to come to Med Bay feel better if I'm with them."

"Can't blame them. You'd be a big hit in the hospitals back on Earth, especially with kids," Chad said.

"Right, your planet's called Earth." Miara tilted her head. "Do you have any cities or is it completely organic?"

"Oh no, plenty of countries have cities."

"Countries?"

"Yes." Bud paused as he considered the best way to explain his planet's geography. "Earth is mainly composed of water, but there are numerous large landmasses that are called continents. Many of those are divided into smaller territories called countries."

"Oh, I see. Are there many countries?"

"Lots. And all of them have their own languages and cultures and climates."

"But... you're all human, aren't you?"

"Depends on who you ask," Lenny muttered.

"Hmmm?"

"Never mind!" Bud shot Lenny a reproachful look before turning back to the little Teron. "Yes, Miara, humans are humans, no matter their country."

"What's your country called?"

"The United States of America. We usually just called it America or the USA."

"What is a 'state?'"

"Uh, well, see, sometimes countries are divided into smaller territories like a..."

"Like a colony?"

"Exactly!" Bud nearly sat up, but a shudder of pain ran through his head and he decided laying back on his pillow was the better idea. "In fact, the first thirteen states in America were once the colonies of a country called England."

"Are they not anymore?"

"No way." Lenny puffed up his chest somewhat. "We declared our independence and now we're a free country! Americans all the way."

"And what about England?" A small flicker of worry crossed Miara's furry face. "Are the people of England angry at you?"

"Oh no, that war was long ago," Bud explained. "England and America are allies now."

"That's good." Miara smiled again, but there was a sadness to her expression. "It's never good for a war to rage on. If your enemies can become allies, that's a wonderful thing."

"You sound like you know more about that subject than most," Chad said.

Miara nodded. "Optimus will explain more to you, but... Cybertron has been in the midst of a civil war for some time now."

"With who?"

"The Decepticons."

"The... what?"

"Decepticons. They're led by Megatron and they seek to rule all of Cybertron according to Megatron's ideals." Miara shuddered. "They'll do anything to achieve that goal and they don't care who they hurt."

"Are we in danger?" Lenny's eyes were wide in his face.

"Oh no, not here." The Teron walked over to Lenny's bedside, reaching out to place a hand on the stunned astronaut's arm. "Iacon- that's our central city and where we are now- is under Autobot control and we're going to do everything we can to keep it that way. The Decepticons attack us, true, but we will always fight them off to protect the city's civilians. And right now, that includes you."

"Uh... thanks." Lenny seemed to calm somewhat at the Teron's touch. "Wow, you are good at making people feel better."

"I'm glad I could help you." Miara suddenly straightened up, her long ears quivering a bit. An even bigger smile split her face as she turned to the door of the Med Bay. Bud, Lenny, and Chad turned their heads just in time to see the door slide open to admit a new Autobot.

Despite everything he had seen in the past few minutes, the sight of the approaching Autobot was enough to take Bud's breath away. Taller than Ratchet, the massive figure's metal body was painted in gleaming shades of red, blue, white, and silver. Between his broad shoulders and bulky legs, Bud could easily imagine this robot utterly tearing his way through a hoard of Vermicious Knids and squashing them into mushy paste. Yet at the same time, the aura of gentle calm that radiated from the Autobot was as reassuring as a parent's presence after a nightmare. The huge robot knelt down, lowering his head close to the astronauts' beds, but still keeping enough of a distance so as not to overwhelm the much smaller humans. His blue eyes shone in his face and though his mouth was covered by a silver mask, Bud could almost sense the kind smile on the robot's face. When he spoke, his voice was deep, but soft.

"Please do not be afraid. As our medic Ratchet has assured you, you are in no danger here."

"Y-yes. He told us." Bud couldn't take his eyes off the robot's face. "You wanted to see us?"

"Yes. My name is Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots."

"Autobots. That's a faction of Cybertronians, isn't it?"

"It is." Optimus's eyes shone with amusement. "I see Miara has explained a bit about our people to you." The Autobot turned to view the little Teron, who had darted over to lean against his leg, and ran a finger affectionately over her back. Miara leaned into his touch, gazing up at Optimus with adoration.

"Our friends have told me a good deal about their planet too," Miara said. "It sounds amazing."

"Indeed it does." Optimus turned back to the astronauts. "Did Ratchet also inform you that I have contacted the leader of your country, one President Lancelot Gilligrass?"

"We heard," Bud answered. "But how did you manage that? Miara told us we're very far away from Earth."

"And so we are. I had one of my scientists craft a satellite that we sent into orbit closer to your planet. That way, we could pick up any communications from Earth from here and I am pleased to report, the satellite works perfectly. President Gilligrass has been informed of your location and wishes to speak with you once you are up to it."

"Probably to make sure we're still alive."

"Lenny!"

"He was worried, especially considering recent events." Optimus stroked the top of Miara's head as the Teron looked up at him. "President Gilligrass informed us about your run-in with creatures he called Vermicious Knids. From the sound of it, you were lucky to escape alive."

"I'll say we were." Bud shuddered at the memory. "Horrible things, Vermicious Kinds. Big, slimy egg-shaped beasts that were looking to devour anything that came their way. And they'd invaded the Space Hotel we'd just launched. That was a nasty shock, I can tell you."

"I'm sure. I am sorry that lives were lost during what should have have been a routine mission."

"Yeah, they didn't deserve that," Chad said softly. "And if it hadn't been for Mr. Wonka and his Great Glass Elevator, we wouldn't be here today."

"Yes, the tale your President told was... interesting, to say the least." Optimus kept a hand curled around Miara as he spoke. "I am not familiar with the creatures who attacked you, but if they are a threat to your planet, we are more than willing to help."

"That's kind of you, but apparently, Vermicious Knids can't enter Earth's atmosphere without burning up. We saw it happen."

"And the ones in the hotel your President told me about? I doubt all of them left."

"The President thought of that too," Chad replied with a weak chuckle.

"I'll say he did," Lenny added. "He had NASA drop the temperature in the hotel down to a deep freeze. Huh, any Vermicious Knids who stayed behind are icicles now."

"Are these Vermicious Knids weak to cold?" Miara peered over Optimus's protective hand. "You mentioned they can't stand intense heat, but aren't there organic creatures who can resist extreme cold by shutting their systems down? Are the Vermicious Knids like that?"

"I... I don't know." Bud turned to glance at his fellow astronauts. "Fellas?"

"I didn't hear anything about that," Lenny said.

"Me neither. Never occurred to me to ask," Chad admitted.

"Miara brings up a good point." Optimus gazed affectionately at the little Teron nestled close to him before turning back to Bud. "I will bring that up to President Gilligrass when next we speak. If there are still Knids left in your Space Hotel, it might be best if my Autobots and I handled the situation for you. I'm sure we can come up with a plan to keep them away."

"That would be a big help. Thank you, Optimus Prime."

"Of course. Now, I know Ratchet is bringing you food and water from your ship; are you feeling well enough to eat?"

"We could all use water, that's for sure. We should probably eat, but I don't know about Chad." Bud glanced over at the astronaut, who was trying to lift his head off his pillow with little success.

"I see." To Bud's surprise, Optimus reached over and placed a finger gently under Chad's back. The astronaut tensed, but despite his massive size, Optimus was able to carefully support Chad as he placed another finger over Chad's chest. Slowly, the Prime lifted the wounded man into a sitting position and placed Chad's pillow back under his head for support. The sheet briefly fell away from Chad's bare chest, showing a patchwork of bruises and a diode taped to his chest where his heart was. This was, Bud saw, what the wire attached to the beeping machine was connected to and he was willing to bet that both he and Lenny were fitted with similar devices. Optimus pulled the sheet back up again, covering Chad's chest and hiding the wire from view. "Is that better?"

"Yeah, a lot better. Thank you."

"Good. I know Ratchet has you on bedrest for the time being. Hopefully, proper nourishment and rest will help you recover enough for him to give you clearance to leave the Med Bay."

"And after that?" Lenny asked, his eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"We are in the process of trying to send you home. Until we can do so safely, you are free to live amongst us. Wheeljack, the scientist who made the communication satellite, is in process of repairing your ship. When you need to recharge and refuel, you may use that as your accommodations."

"Does us returning safely have anything to do with the Decepticons?"

"Ahh, Miara explained the state of our world to you?"

"Just a little," Miara said. "I wanted them to know they're safe here."

"Which, from the sound of it, we won't be if Megatron gets his way," Lenny said.

"Yeah, but Miara also said that this city was safe," Chad reminded him.

"And that you Autobots would fight to defend it."

"And we will," Optimus assured them. "Iacon is the heart of Cybertron and Megatron will continue to fight to claim it. He and his Decepticons also continue to search out as much energon as they can and will attack any who do not pledge their loyalty to the Decepticon cause."

"Kinda makes it hard to trust people who call themselves Decepticons."

"It does seem that way, doesn't it?" Optimus agreed, nodding at Bud's words. "However, Megatron named his faction Decepticons not because they wish to deceive others, but as a reminder that they will no longer be deceived by anyone." Despite the Prime's facemask, Bud couldn't deny the heavy sorrow that filled Optimus's silver face. "And believe me, my friend, Megatron had a good reason for that belief. Had he stuck to it, I might have chosen to fight alongside him as a Decepticon."

"What stopped you?" Lenny asked.

"Eventually, Megatron decided that his own desires were more important than what was best for all of Cybertron. He became so convinced that he and he alone was right that he views any criticism of his beliefs as a desire to subjugate him once again. Now Megatron wishes to rule Cybertron with an iron fist and all who defy him will be destroyed." Optimus shook his head and pulled Miara a little closer to him. "I wish it did not have to be, but I have little doubt there will come a day where Megatron and I will meet in combat where only one of us will survive. And so long as I can fight, I will do whatever I can to ensure the safety of all of those under my protection."

"So, Megatron's one of those, huh?"

"You have encountered leaders like him before?" Optimus asked, glancing over at Chad.

"Not personally. But throughout Earth's history, plenty of people have risen to power because they hated being oppressed, they overthrew their government to put themselves in power, and then turned right around to do the same thing as the people they got rid of."

"Has this happened to you?"

"Nah. Our government's pretty balanced. President Gilligrass has more power than most, but it's the people who elect him and he can only serve for a specific amount of time. Plus, many policies have to be cleared by other governing boards and while the president can push some policies through, others can vetoed."

"Much like a Senate."

"You have a Senate too?"

"We did once. Unfortunately, they..." Optimus sighed. "Their views on daily life were very limiting for bots. As I said, Megatron had a good reason for rebelling, but if I could, I would help form a new Senate to serve under me. I still hope to do so one day, if this war of ours ever ceases."

"How long has the war gone on for?"

"By your count, several million years, give or take."

"Several million years?" Bud could have sworn his eyes nearly popped from their sockets.

"How long do you guys live?" Lenny asked, his jaw hanging open.

"With proper maintenance and energon, a good long while. Far more than an organic creature."

"And do Teron live that long?" Chad asked, looking over at Miara who was still cuddled up to Optimus.

"Miara is a very recent addition to our family unit," Optimus explained. "A routine mission in search of energon yielded me an offspring. And believe me, I couldn't be happier for it." Optimus chuckled, ruffling the dark fur on Miara's head as the Teron laughed and hugged the fingers encircling her.

"Energon?"

"Energon is the lifeblood of any Cybertronian. It used to be in abundant supply here, but war drains resources quickly. Thankfully, we discovered energon could be found on other planets and thus, we regularly schedule missions to search for it."

"That's what we were doing when we found you," Miara explained. "That planet- you called it Mars?"

"Yes."

"Mars has minerals that can be made into energon."

"And did Holtus?"

"Perhaps once, but Holtus was a dying world when we arrived and the energon was tainted," Optimus answered. "Miara was but an infant and had we left her on Holtus, she would not have survived."

"Good thing you got there in time, then."

"Very much so." Still, Bud noticed a peculiar sadness filling Optimus's face as the Prime gazed down at the Teron he clearly loved so much. There was obviously more to the story than Optimus was willing to share and whatever it was, it was unpleasant.

Miara mentioned a plague that killed her people. I wonder... oh, God, what did Optimus see?

"Ratchet's coming."

Bud looked up at Miara's words. Sure enough, the Chief Medical Officer had returned to the Med Bay with a small tray in his hands. Of course, small for an Autobot was still massive compared to a human, but as Ratchet knelt down, he laid the tray down on the floor beside the three berths.

"Oh good, you're sitting up."

"Actually I had help with that," Chad admitted, looking up at Optimus.

"Do you still have trouble moving your head?"

"Yes."

"Well then, let's see how you respond to some much-needed nutrients." Ratchet indicated his tray where, Bud was amused to see, a collection of ready-to-eat meals sat steaming alongside what looked like beakers full of water.

"At least we're a little used to serving organic foods." Ratchet nodded at Miara. "And thank Primus you're willing to try and eat normally. Some of your Earth medics were talking about feeding you via needles and tubes and I am not at all comfortable with trying to attempt such a procedure as of yet."

"Good. I hate needles." Lenny shuddered.

"Might want to get used to the idea; NASA will want to do a full blood lab on us once we get home."

"Ugh, don't remind me, Bud."

"Now now, making sure you're in good health should trump a bit of discomfort," Ratchet said as he held the tray out to Lenny.

"Hey, if you ever had to undergo an IV, you'd be singing a different tune." Lenny picked up one of the heated plastic trays, a beaker of clear water, and a brightly wrapped object. "Alright, you brought us some Wonka bars."

"They were in your food storage. According to your Earth physicians, what you call sugar should be eaten in limited quantities, but a bit of it can help your body recover after a shock or after blood loss."

"And nothing beats Wonka chocolate." Bud eagerly took his own meal, shuddering with delight as the familiar feel of the candy bar's wrapper under his fingers. "Ahh, reminds me of home."

"Even more of a reason for you to enjoy it then," Optimus replied.

"I'll say." Bud glanced over at Miara. "Can you eat chocolate?"

"What is chocolate? Is it like an energon cake?"

"A what?"

"A type of sweet we make here on Cybertron."

"Wow, you guys even have your own candy." Chad laughed a bit as Ratchet set a small table by his bed. "We should let Mr. Wonka know."

Optimus let go of Miara as the Teron stepped forward toward Bud, her velvety nose twitching as she sniffed the wrapped treat. She gave a high-pitched squeak, covering her nose and taking a few hasty steps back.

"Oooh, that smells like an energon cake with not enough energon."

"What?" Lenny looked up from a bite of steaming chicken and rice.

"Interesting. You find the smell of that Earth confection offensive, Little Sandstorm?" Optimus asked.

"Yes. It smells... heavy. That's the best way I can describe it."

"Huh." Bud glanced at the colorful candy bar. "I've never heard that before."

"Wonder if you'd prefer Earth fruits instead," Chad mused.

"Plenty of time for that. Right now, you need this." Ratchet held a beaker of water carefully between his fingers as he raised it to Chad's lips. "Drink; you body needs fluids. Now, do you think you can eat on your own?"

"Yeah, I think so." Chad's voice did sound stronger after the draught of water. "I still can't move my head much, but I'm sure I can hold a knife and fork."

"Then I will leave you to your meals. Once they've finished, Ratchet, will you look our friends over again and let me know if they are up to speaking to their president?"

"Of course, Optimus."

"Thank you. Come, Little Sandstorm." Optimus scooped Miara up in his hand and held her against his chest. "It's getting late; you need a bath and your own meal. Recharge time after."

"Yes, Optimus." From her perch, Miara waved at the three astronauts. "Feel better. I'll probably see you tomorrow morning."

"Have a good night, Miara." Bud waved at the Teron. "And thank you for everything, Optimus Prime."

"Rest well, my friends." Optimus inclined his head at the three astronauts. "And remember, you are safe with the Autobots."

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No matter the hour, Iacon was always alive with activity. Even without the threat of a Decepticon attack, there was always something to be done, something to be learned, something to be created within Cybertron's capitol city, even if what needed to be done was as mundane as an oil change. Every Autobot, from civilian to soldier, kept themselves informed of the current events in Iacon and all were aware of the incredible discovery Optimus Prime's team had made. As such, all of The Great Dome was abuzz with conversation regarding the day's events.

"So we really found life in another galaxy?"

"Wouldn't be the first time."

"Yes, but I heard this species is even more primitive."

"I dunno; from what I heard, they at least managed intergalactic travel."

"Barely."

"Oh, Prime, is it true that we found a new species?" a passing Autobot clerk asked as he spotted Optimus striding down the hall with Miara still cradled in his palm.

"More like we made contact with a new species," Optimus answered. "And as of yet, we don't know much about them other than their basic physiology. Hopefully, we can learn more about the human race in the near future."

"The human race?" another Autobot asked, his hands full of data pads. "Is that what they're called?"

"Yes."

"Are they as cute as Miara?"

"I wouldn't go that far, but then again, I am rather biased regarding that matter." Optimus smiled and stroked the top of his Teron offspring's head. Miara giggled and wagged her tail, adding,

"The humans in our Med Bay are nice; they're just a little scared and I think they're missing their home."

"Considering all that they've been through, I don't blame them," Optimus agreed. "We will do what we can for them, but I hope we will have the chance to show our guests a bit of Iacon's splendor before sending them home. It will go a long way toward establishing goodwill with their planet."

"Is that the plan for the future, Prime?" the first Autobot asked.

"It is a plan and quite frankly, the more allies we can find, the better." Optimus's tone grew grim. "I just hope we don't end up leading the Decepticons to Earth. From the looks of it, human technology is not nearly advanced enough to repel them."

"Maybe they have other kinds of weapons we don't know about," Miara said. "Or even other ways to defend themselves."

"I hope so, Little Sandstorm, but I would rather not risk it. If Megatron learns about Earth, he may well decide it is worth conquering."

"We'd stop him, wouldn't we?" the data clerk asked.

"We would certainly intervene, but our war is not Earth's war. They should not have to pay the price of our mistakes and I will not let them suffer for our sake. Thankfully, the Decepticons seem to have their own affairs to attend to and haven't noticed our use of the space bridge. With luck, we can keep knowledge of the humans' arrival from them. In the meantime," Optimus glanced down at the two Autobots before him, "anything to report?"

"No, sir."

"No data hacks noted and no unauthorized space bridge access."

"Good. Are you off duty? If so, go and get some recharge."

"Thanks, Prime. I think we're going to head down to Maccadam's Old Oil House first."

"Enjoy it, my friends."

Optimus and Miara watched as the two Autobots headed off, their faces bright with the anticipation of relaxing after a long day's work. Miara tilted her head in thought as the two Autobots rounded a corner and were lost to sight.

"Do you think humans have a place like Maccadam's?" she asked as Optimus started walking in the opposite direction of the departing Autobots.

"I imagine they do. All living beings need a way to relax and enjoy themselves; I certainly hope our friends have a way of doing so."

"Me too." Miara nestled closer to Optimus's chest. "Could I help show them around Iacon?"

"Of course, Miara. I can think of no one better to serve as our guests' guide once they're able to leave Med Bay. You can show them around our base to start with; I will serve as transport so that we may both give the humans a broader tour of Iacon. Provided, of course, it is safe to do so."

Miara nodded. "I haven't smelled or felt any Decepticon presence since Megatron's last attack. Starscream and Thundercracker are probably still recovering after stealing the unstable conductors too."

"No doubt." Optimus sighed and shook his head. "Starscream and Thundercracker were lucky they were still able to fly, but I'm not surprised they haven't been spotted these past few solar cycles. If Megatron was willing to employ the use of unstable conductors..."

"Maybe he wasn't," Miara said. "Maybe it was Starscream's idea. He knows what unstable energon conductors can do, but probably thought he could handle it."

"That's a possibility, Little Sandstorm, and to be honest, it's the more preferable theory. Starscream isn't unintelligent, but between his own impulsive nature and his desire to usurp Megatron, he would probably be foolish enough to use unstable materials in whatever it was he was planning. But speaking of Megatron," Optimus's optics narrowed, "if he is willing to employ the use of unstable materials, that tells me he's looking to cause as much harm as possible in the shortest amount of time. It was only good fortune that the conductors were more unstable than even we realized, but Megatron will see this as only a minor setback. We'll need to be extra vigilant in the coming cycles."

"I know." Miara nuzzled against Optimus's chest as the two reached Optimus's room. "And we will be."

The living quarters of the Autobots were simple, but cozy enough and the private room of the Prime was no different, if a little bigger. Stepping inside his room, Optimus took a moment to gaze around the well-lit space he and Miara shared and enjoy the sense of relief that came at the end of a long hard day. As always, the room was clean and gleaming with Optimus's private computer humming softly against the far wall and his recharge berth ready and waiting for him. But Optimus had a few more tasks to complete before he could recharge and chief amongst them was caring for his sparkling.

Setting Miara down on a table by his computer, Optimus fetched the small basin he kept in the washroom and filled it with water. Carrying it back out into the main room, the Autobot leader tapped a button on the side of the basin and the water immediately began to heat. Soon, the top of the water was steaming and Optimus added enough of the specially manufactured soap Ratchet had synthesized to produce a small layer of bubbles atop the clear surface.

"Alright, in you go, Miara."

The Teron needed no second bidding. Miara dove into the steaming water and submerged, shuddering with delight at the heat coursing through her body. With practiced flicks of her tail, Miara swam back and forth under the hot soapy water as Optimus busied himself checking through the evening's reports at his computer. After a few minutes, Miara let herself sink to the bottom of her basin, stretching out on her back as the water settled around her. The Teron kept her eyes closed as she felt the minute stirrings of her bath and the brush of bubbles against her fur.

I wonder if humans take baths like this. They have to breathe so often, though, so they can't just lay underwater and enjoy the feeling. Hmmm, perhaps Wheeljack could make something to help humans breathe underwater. That way, they could enjoy a bath like this!

Pushing herself up into a sitting position, Miara poked her head through the water's surface and blinked water out of her eyes. No sooner had her vision cleared than the Teron felt Optimus's gentle hands rubbing a small cloth behind her left ear.

"Optimus, I can do that," Miara said with a laugh.

"I know you can," Optimus answered, a smile evident in his voice. "Just... indulge me tonight, Sandstorm."

"Hmmm?" Miara tilted her head, allowing the Prime to wash behind her right ear. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I'm fine. I'm just relieved it's not you laying in the Med Bay tonight, Miara." Optimus gave the Teron's ear one more affectionate rub. "And hopefully, our new friends won't have to be there long."

"Chad looked like he was in a lot of pain," Miara noted. "Hmmm, heat usually makes me feel better when I'm sore. Do you think that'll help the humans?"

"That's a good idea, Sandstorm. I'll send a note to Ratchet regarding the matter. You relax for a bit longer."

Miara nodded and leaned back in the water, watching Optimus through half-closed eyes. The Prime tapped away at his computer, new words flickering over the screen almost as fast as older ones vanished. At least twice, a report filled the length of the computer screen and Optimus had to take a few minutes to carefully scan the information. But soon enough, the screen went blank and the computer returned to its quiet hum. Satisfied, Optimus stepped into the washroom and the door shut behind him. A moment later, Miara heard the sound of the high-pressure shower go on and could smell both heat and the scent of Autobot cleaning solution. However the Teron also picked up the slight clang of metal lightly touching metal, meaning that Optimus was resting his head against the wall of the room as he stood under the pounding water.

Optimus must be tired too. Hardly surprising, given all that had happened today, but the Teron felt a pang of sympathy run through her on her caretaker's behalf. Optimus tried never to show how weary he was, but Miara knew that even when there was a lull in the battle with the Decepticons, Optimus was always trying to anticipate their next move in the hopes of preventing further damage. And that was on top of his day to day duties as the Prime and current leader of Cybertron which included everything from procuring and managing resources to settling minor disputes between Autobot civilians.

And now he has to delegate with a whole new species and try to keep them safe from the Decepticons. Miara sighed and brushed her claws through the rapidly dissolving bubbles floating atop her bathwater. Worrying as the situation was, it had been a long time before Megatron had realized she was on Cybertron and Miara was an Autobot at that. These humans wouldn't be here forever and with the Decepticons having just suffered a rather humiliating loss not too long ago, there was a good chance they wouldn't discover the humans had been here at all. Still, if Megatron did hear about Earth, that could be a disaster. Decepticons needed energon too and they didn't care who they took it from.

Oh well, one thing at a time. The first order of business was to help her new human friends get well enough so that they could leave Med Bay and be that much closer to getting home!

Miara's stomach growled and the Teron laughed under her breath. Actually, the first order of business was food; she was hungry!

Almost on cue, the door to the washroom opened and Optimus stepped out, followed by a few drafts of steam. The Autobot leader's paint gleamed both from the shower and from a thin coating of buffering wax. Though he was clearly still tired, Miara could see the Prime looked a bit more refreshed than earlier as he made his way over to her.

"All finished?"

"Yes."

"Up you come, then."

Pushing herself onto all fours, Miara gave herself a quick shake before leaping into Optimus's proffered palm. On the same table where she had sat before was a small padded circle with a metal ring suspended over it; Optimus set Miara down on the circle and turned a knob on the ring. Warm air both sucked the water from the Teron's fur and beamed down on her, drying Miara in but a few astroseconds. Miara sat with her tail curled around her, feeling her thick fur fluff up over her body as Optimus emptied out the bathtub and retrieved a small container of clear sand.

"Finish there while I get you your evening meal. I still have a good supply of rockfish from the Aquatron colony."

"The ones with the spiral shells?"

"Your favorite."

Her mouth watering with anticipation, Miara jumped from the heating pad and dove into the sand. The white grit coursed through her fur as easily as the hot water and Miara felt the grains smoothing her thick pelt back into place. Hungry though she was, Miara couldn't resist circling through the sand at least three times as she loved the way the clean granules brushed against her. At the sound of Optimus returning from the storage unit, Miara quickly climbed out of the sand and shook herself once more. Her clean fur now hung sleek and shining against her streamlined body and her skin tingled from both the heat of her bath and the brush of the fine grain. Curling once more on the heated circle, Miara happily accepted the dish of spiral-shelled mollusks Optimus presented her with.

"You eat and enjoy, Little Sandstorm."

"What about you, though?"

"Prowl and Mirage have both requested my aid regarding a few small matters. Best to get them over and done with now. I'll be back shortly and then recharge for both of us."

"Yes, Optimus." Miara nuzzled her head against Optimus's hand and watched him leave the room before applying herself to her food. Her small, but sharp teeth made quick work of the shells and Miara took the time to savor both the taste of the rockfish and the warmth of the heat rays. She had almost finished her meal when Optimus's computer suddenly flickered to life once more.

Miara glanced over at the screen, still nibbling on her last rockfish. To her surprise, no words appeared on the screen, but the Teron was certain she could hear voices slowly coming in clearer and clearer. Strange, they didn't sound familiar, but... wait, were those shapes taking form? They looked like... humans.

Curious, Miara stared at the screen as the image finally revealed who was reaching out to contact the Autobots.

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"Haven't you managed yet?"

"We're getting there, Mr. President."

"Well, hurry up. I want that robot on the line right away!"

"I thought he was an Autobot."

"Same thing, isn't it?"

"I guess so."

Though evening had fallen, President Gilligrass had not left NASA. Far too much was at stake at the moment and he was determined to see the situation through. Arrangements were already being made for him and Ms. Tibbs to stay overnight; already, several of the vacant living quarters had been sealed off for the president's personal use, a five-star Michelin chef had been brought in to make the president's dinner and the best cat-sitter in Washington had been dispatched to the White House to ensure President Gilligrass's beloved cat Mrs. Taubyspuss was well taken care of until Lancelot could return.

When that return would be, President Gilligrass wasn't sure. Since talking to Optimus Prime and Ratchet, no other communication had come through from Cybertron. True, NASA's doctors had managed to send over a good amount of information, but whether it had been received was anyone's guess.

"Those metallic monsters may be trying to pull a fast one on us, Mr. President," the Head of the Air Force said.

"We should surprise attack them first," the Head of the Army agreed.

"I don't know; they seemed very nice to me," Christopher Calverton replied.

"Hush, young man." Ms. Tibbs glared at Christopher. "Be silent or go stand in the corner."

"I don't work for you," Christopher muttered under his breath as he slouched away from where President Gilligrass was still seated in front of the massive screen. Lancelot ignored him, drumming his fingers against the arms of his chair as he watched the NASA employees frantically type away at keyboards.

"Well? Can any of you reach the robots? I want a word with Optimus Prime right now!"

"I... I think I've got something!" one of the workers toward the front of the room called. "Is anything coming in on the screen?"

Every head turned to look as the screen began to flicker. Silvery static swirled about like snowflakes while a low angry hum echoed through the room.

"Ugh, make that noise stop!"

"Working on it, Mr. President!"

"Well, work faster! For all we know, Shuckworth, Shanks, and Showler could be strapped to some robot operating table with their brains scooped out."

"I...I don't think that medic of theirs would do that."

"Me either. He seemed nice."

"They also don't know how to treat humans, remember?"

"Er, pardon me, Mr. President," Christopher piped up hesitantly, " but Ratchet did say he'd had some experience treating organic creatures. If so, he should have some idea of how to-"

"Probably cutting up some other alien," The Head of the Army declared.

"Huh, pity these Autobots haven't heard of Vermicious Knids. Wouldn't mind seeing one of them cut up!"

"With all due respect, sir, I don't think-"

"I didn't ask you to think, Calverton."

"But-"

"The President didn't ask you to think," Ms. Tibbs snapped. "Now be quiet and let him handle this!"

"Quite right, Nanny!" Lancelot gave a decisive nod as he stared eagerly at the screen. "I think something's coming in. Hopefully, whoever answers will have the sense to get Optimus Prime to me right away."

"I'm sure the robots will know how important you are," Ms. Tibbs assured him.

The screen continued to flicker, but the static was beginning to clear. President Gilligrass leaned forward eagerly, squinting as he tried to make out what was taking shape before him.

"Is... is that a robot?"

"Autobot, you mean?"

"Whatever. Hey, does whatever's coming through look kinda small to you?"

"Knock-knock."

"Er... who's there Mr. President?"

"Pecan."

"Pecan who, sir?"

"Pecan someone your own size! I don't care if whatever on that screen is big or small, those Autobots are keeping three of our men on their planet!"

"In their Med Bay, sir."

"A Med Bay we haven't seen yet!" the Head of the Army protested.

"Right. That's the oldest trick in the book," the Head of the Air Force agreed. "Bet you anything those metal monster are planning to stuff our men like prized trophies and hang 'em on their walls."

"With all due respect, Optimus Prime seemed very kind and his medic was quite professional. I doubt that-"

"Go stand in the corner!" Ms. Tibbs commanded.

Thankfully for Christopher Calverton, the screen saved him from having to suffer the juvenile punishment. The droning had stopped and the picture was taking shape. There was one last flicker of vibrant colors and then an image appeared. But what was suddenly displayed for everyone in the NASA control room to see was not a robot and not a human. Truth be told, no one could tell exactly what it was they were looking at.

All they could tell was that the creature gazing back at them was downright adorable.

Sitting on a small table the size of a small house, the little creature blinked in mild surprise at the gathered group. Chocolate brown fur covered its streamlined body, cream-colored fur ran from its chin down its stomach, and shining black hair covered its head to brush its shoulders and run across its eyes. Said eyes were large and brown and shining with delight. Its velvety muzzle twitched as its mouth split open in a smile, revealing a mouthful of small sharp teeth the color of pearls. From the side of its head, two long stiff appendages arched toward its shoulders, looking almost like the horns of a ram without the curled tips. The creature waved with a webbed and clawed hand as its heavy tail thumped eagerly against the platform where it sat.

"Hello!" the creature chirped. The voice was that of a cheerful little girl. "You're humans, aren't you?"

"I... I..." President Gilligrass couldn't take his eyes off the furry little creature on the screen. "We... we're... who are you?"

"What are you?" the Head of the Air Force asked.

"Are you an alien?" the Head of the Army spluttered.

"Oh, you're just adorable!" Ms. Tibbs gushed. "Oh, what a little darling."

The creature titled her head, her smile still in place. "Thank you. Are you the humans Bud, Lenny, and Chad work for?"

"She knows about Shuckworth, Showler, and Shanks?" someone asked.

"Clearly."

"I... yes, yes we are from NASA," Christopher Calverton spoke up. "Erm, sorry, we were looking for Optimus Prime and the Autobots."

"Optimus will be back soon; a few others needed his help at the moment. Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Oh, she's so polite." Ms. Tibbs nodded at Lancelot. "Best introduce yourself as well. Make a good impression."

"Er, yes, Nanny." President Gilligrass cleared his throat. "I am President Lancelot R. Gilligrass of the United States of America. Whom am I addressing?"

"I am Miara of the Autobots." The little creature had climbed to her feet and appeared to be using her tail for balance. "It's so nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about your home from Bud and the others."

"Oh, aren't you just a dear," Ms. Tibbs cooed. "My goodness, I had no idea Autobots could be so adorable."

"Er... you said you're an Autobot?" Christopher asked.

"Oh yes. I'm a member of the Autobot faction." Miara tapped her chest and President Gilligrass realized the little creature was wearing a silver vest that was fastened with a small plaque bearing the same sigil Optimus and Ratchet sported. "I'm not a Cybertronian, though. I'm a Teron."

"What's a Teron?" the Head of the Army asked.

"I am!" Miara answered with an even wider smile.

"Obviously!" Lancelot rolled his eyes before turning back to the screen. "Miara?"

"Yes, President Gilligrass?"

"You claim to know Shuckworth, Showler, and Shanks?"

"Bud Shuckworth, Lenny Showler, and Chad Shanks." Miara nodded eagerly. "Yes, they're in the Med Bay."

"Right, well, Optimus said we could talk to them once they woke up. Why haven't we been able to see them yet?"

"Ratchet had to examine them first and he wanted to make sure they had food and water." Miara's smile faltered and her tail curled around her feet as she added,

"They're still in pain from their crash. Chad's having trouble lifting his head."

"What?"

"I told you, Mr. President," the Head of the Army hissed. "Pretty soon, our boys will be strapped down to a table and-"

"Oh no, Ratchet hasn't restrained them." The Head of the Army jumped in surprise at Miara's voice. "He should be sending over a report soon; Optimus asked that Ratchet give Bud, Lenny, and Chad another examination after they ate to see if they needed rest or if they could talk to you. Has it come over yet?"

"I... Calverton, find me that report!"

"Yes, Mr. President." Christopher sighed and went over to check a row of machines that were busy spitting out papers.

"If you don't get to speak to them tonight, you'll be able to do so tomorrow, I'm sure," Miara sad. "I know they're eager to let you know they're alright. And once they're out of Med Bay, we'll be able to send them home."

"Yes, Optimus mentioned that as well. How soon do you think that will be?"

"As soon as we can, Mr. President."

Everyone in the room, President Gilligrass included, jumped as Optimus Prime himself suddenly appeared on screen. The Autobot leader nodded in deference to the startled humans as he leaned down to wrap a gentle hand around Miara. In his other hand, Optimus held out a small glowing object to the little Teron, who accepted it with delight.

"My favorite energon cake!"

"Yes. You enjoy that, Miara. After that, time for recharge."

"Yes, Optimus." Turning back to the screen, the Teron waved at the still-stunned humans. "It was very nice meeting you all. I hope we'll get to talk again soon."

"Yes." As always, President Gilligrass managed to find his voice first and speak for the others. "Yes, it was lovely meeting you as well, Miara."

Optimus held out a hand and Miara settled herself into his palm, already nibbling away at her treat. Optimus stepped briefly out of sight and then returned without the Teron, his blue eyes shining with amusement.

"I see you've met my sparkling."

"Sparkling?"

"What you would refer to as an offspring."

"Off... how?" By this point, President Gilligrass was beginning to feel his head spin with everything he had seen in the span of a few hours. "I thought she said she was a Teron."

"Indeed she is." Optimus fell silent and the soft blue light in his eyes seemed to dim somewhat. "Miara may well be the last Teron in existence."

"What?" Ms. Tibbs gasped. "What happened?"

"The Teron once resided on the planet Holtus. Unfortunately, their entire home world was decimated by a plague that affected not just the Teron people, but their native flora and fauna as well. Those who did not contract the plague faced starvation in a world that was slowly dying. My Autobots and I discovered Holtus by chance during a scouting mission and there we discovered Miara." Optimus paused, his voice heavy. "She was only an infant and we found her next to her recently deceased mother. The only other living member of her family was her grandfather Solero and it was he who begged me to take Miara back to Cybertron."

"Oh my," Mis Tibbs gasped. "Oh, the poor little dear. How awful for her."

"Thankfully, Miara has thrived with us here on Cybertron. Unexpected though it was, I have raised Miara as my own since bringing her here and believe me," Optimus said as his eyes shone once more, "I couldn't be happier nor prouder than to call Miara my sparkling."

"I can't blame you," Ms. Tibbs beamed. "She's adorable and so well-mannered."

"Indeed. Miara let us know that we should have received a report from your medic," President Gilligrass added.

"Has Ratchet sent it to you?" Optimus asked.

"It's right here, Mr. President!" Christopher Calverton came running over, a bundle of papers clutched in his hand. Behind him, two doctors and a nurse were trying their hardest to read the just-printed papers as fast as they could.

"Shanks is having trouble raising his head!"

"Showler's ribs are cracked."

"Shuckworth is bruised harder than a fallen apple." Everyone turned to stare at the nurse, who shrugged and tapped a string of words just above Christopher's thumb. "It says so right here; 'heavy bruising to the helm and chasis, what the humans refer to as their head and chest.'"

"I can confirm that," Optimus said as the President glanced down at Ratchet's report. "Your men are still in great pain and Ratchet is examining them again as we speak. I cannot speak for him, but I would ask that you wait to speak to the men tomorrow. I know." Optimus held up a hand. "Believe me, President Gilligrass, if it were me and some of my Autobots had gone missing, I would be frantic as well. But I assure you, your men are safe and I merely wish for them to recover as quickly as possible."

"Could we at least see them?" Lancelot asked. "Would that be possible?"

"That I can do for you. One astrosecond." Optimus tapped away at his keyboard and the scene on NASA's screen changed. Everyone leaned forward to see what looked like a camera's view of large spacious room with various blinking and beeping machines. Ratchet was standing in the center of the room, his massive form looming over three small beds as he tapped away at a flat device in his hands. The medic glanced down at the beds, nodding in affirmation at whatever he saw on his device. And stretched out on the three beds were-

"Shuckworth! Showler! Shanks!"

The men didn't respond to the president's call. All three of them appeared to be fast asleep with wires attached to their bodies that were connected to three of the beeping machines. Though their bodies were covered, Lancelot could see Shuckworth's head was bandaged as well as the ugly blotches on his face. Showler seemed fine enough, but Shanks's head was propped up on several pillows and his cheek was pressed against the soft material as he slept. Ratchet leaned over him, holding the device over Shanks's head and watching the man closely.

"If he has a concussion, he shouldn't be sleeping," one of the doctors said.

"Does he have a concussion?"

"I'm not sure. We won't know until we examine him."

"I'm pretty sure that robot's got it covered." Indeed, Ratchet looked somewhat relived as he straightened up from Shanks's bedside. The medic was still tapping at his device when the screen flickered back to Optimus Prime.

"Did that alleviate your concerns somewhat, President Gilligrass?"

"Somewhat," Lancelot agreed. "But if Shanks has a concussion, he needs to be woken up."

"Don't worry; Ratchet is monitoring all three of your men very carefully. He has been concerned with the state of their processing units and will alert me if anything raises his concern. I, in turn, will alert you."

"Yes, you do that. And of course, we will need to speak to them tomorrow."

"Of course. I will let you know once they have awakened. In the meantime, is there anything else I can assist you with tonight, President Gilligrass?"

"I think that concludes our business, Optimus Prime." Lancelot made sure he sat straight and tall and kept his voice calm as he addressed the Autobot leader.

"Very well." Optimus inclined his head slightly. "Get some rest, my friends, and I will speak with you tomorrow. Good night."

The picture cut out, leaving only a blank screen on NASA's end. For a moment, there was nothing but silence as everyone traded glances.

"Er... your orders, sir?" Christopher Calvertron asked warily.

"You heard Mr. Prime!" Ms. Tibbs snapped. "It's bedtime. Everyone off to bed this instant!"

"But Miss Vice President, some of us have to work the night shift!"

"Those not working the night shift off to bed this instant! Come on now." Ms. Tibbs patted Lancelot's shoulder. "We have a big day tomorrow!"

Lancelot sighed as he gave the order to retire for the evening. Pity he wasn't on Cybertron; he doubted Autobots were ordered to bed like this!
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"Finished, Little Sandstorm?"

"Yes. Thanks again." Miara grinned at Optimus. "I love those cakes."

"I know you do. And quite frankly, you deserved one for all of your hard work today." Optimus sighed as he made his way over to his recharge berth. "And we could both use a good recharge."

Miara, perched on the side of the berth, watched as the Autobot leader stretched out on the massive slab. Optimus sighed as the berth began to hum beneath him, sending soothing vibrations throughout his metal body. One by one, he began to shut down each of his internal programs, setting the time for all of them to come back online simultaneously. Through half-closed optics, Optimus watched as Miara climbed onto his shoulder and slid down his chasis, coming to a halt right over his spark. Optimus smiled as he felt his little Teron curl up contentedly atop him and he gently cupped his hands over her, giving Miara enough room to move in her sleep, but holding her close enough for her to feel reassured.

"Optimus?"

"Hmmm?"

"I think some of the humans are afraid we're going to hurt our new friends."

"I know. They have a reason to be wary, though."

"Those Vermicious Knids can't hurt them, right?"

"No, Miara." Optimus stroked the top of Miara's head. "Apparently, they can't enter Earth's atmosphere and the Knids have no ships in which to travel in. The humans are safe from them and I plan to organize a mission to ensure they remain safe."

"Okay." Miara yawned and nestled against Optimus's chest. "That's good. I want to help."

"As do I. But now it's time for rest."

"Good night, Optimus."

"Sleep well, my little sandstorm."

Optimus Prime slipped into a state of recharge, pleased with his work that day and content that he and his sparkling were safe and happy together.

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What time it was when Bud woke up, he couldn't say. For one thing, the Med Bay was just as pleasantly lit as it had been when he'd fallen asleep. For another, Bud had no idea what the time difference was between Earth and Cybertron, but his internal clock- which he was actually quite proud of- was telling him it was morning back on his home planet. That and the fact his stomach was starting to growl again indicated a good amount of time had passed since he'd fallen asleep.

Sitting up, Bud rubbed the side of his face and was surprised to find the gauze on his head was gone. Reaching up, Bud was surprised to find that while his head was still a bit sore, there wasn't a trace of stitches or even a scab. Probing the side of his face hurt and Bud was willing to bet his bruises hadn't faded, but there was no doubt that whatever treatments Ratchet utilized were effective. Glancing over, Bud noticed Chad was beginning to stir, but Lenny was still fast asleep.

"Hey, Chad, how're you feeling?"

"Ummmm." Chad moved his head from side to side and, to Bud's relief, managed to sit up. The younger astronaut winced and held his head as he did, but his smile was genuine as he answered,

"I still feel like I got run over, but not as bad as yesterday. Just don't ask me to get on a treadmill or anything."

"Do you think the treadmills talk here?"

"I dunno." Chad glanced over at the various medical equipment in the Med Bay and jerked a thumb at the machines he and the others were attached to. "Haven't heard much from them."

"Well, except 'beep, beep, beep.''

Both Bud and Chad laughed, but their mirth didn't last long as both of them found their headaches returning. Leaning back against his pillow, Bud glanced up at the ceiling and was surprised to see what looked like sunlight filtering in.

"Hey, Chad? That look like a lamp or a window to you?"

"I was wondering the same thing. Guess it could be either, but it feels like morning, doesn't it?"

"Yes. I'd say around 8 a.m. or so, if we were back on Earth. Think there's a sun close enough to Cybertron too?"

"Might be. I'd like to gather some data about this place to take home, if the Autobots will let us."

"They probably will. Optimus Prime seemed pretty agreeable to me."

"True, but how would you feel if three aliens wanted to probe around your planet before heading back to theirs to tell their people they're not the only intelligent beings in the universe?"

Bud and Chad looked over to see Lenny raising an eyebrow at the two of them. He too managed to sit up, though not without a wince and a hand on his chest.

"I'd kill for a heating pad right about now."

"Ask Ratchet."

"Uh-huh, and have him get out a torch? These Autobots are nice, but they're still robots. Ratchet even said we were his first human patients, remember?"

"He also said that he's been studying our medical files and contacting NASA's doctors for information," Bud replied.

"Plus, he clearly knew how to treat Miara," Chad said.

"Who is an alien."

"A Teron."

"Same thing."

"Len, we're the aliens here," Bud said firmly. "And thus far, we've been treated very well." Glancing down at his hands, he added,

"Probably better than we would have treated them if the Autobots had crashed on Earth."

"Yeah, Area 51 would be all over them."

"We probably shouldn't bring that up," Chad said, rubbing at his neck. "I can't really think of anything more awkward than admitting that our version of hospitality would be to stick them on a dissection table."

"More like in a chop shop."

"Ha-hah. Seriously, Len, Chad's right; we got lucky that the Autobots are kind. Imagine what would have happened if the Vermicious Kinds caught us."

"Or those... what did Optimus call them?"

"Decepticons?"

"Right, them. Wonder what they're like."

"I don't know, but judging from what I've heard, I don't think I want to find out."

"Then the sooner we can get back to Earth, the better."

"One thing at a time, Len. You think you'd be up for a rocket ride today?"

Lenny opened his mouth to speak, winced again, and flopped back on his bed. "Nope."

"Exactly. First things first; we've gotta heal up enough to get out of Med Bay. As per Ratchet, we're still on mandatory bed rest, remember?"

"How long do we-"

The door to the Med Bay slid open, cutting off Lenny's next question. All three astronauts turned to see Ratchet entering, his face and gait as calm as ever.

"Good morning. I'm glad to see all three of you alert and sitting up. Feeling better today?"

"Better than yesterday," Bud answered.

"Good. We might be able to get you up and walking soon." Ratchet knelt down, already retrieving his scanning tool from the compartment on his chest. "Let me look you over and see where we're at. Bud, you first."

More at ease with Autobot medical care than he had been, Bud sat still as Ratchet ran his scanning beam over his body. The medical officer looked relieved as he viewed the results.

"I'm pleased to note that your helm is almost completely healed. The bruising will take a while to fade, but I understand a cold compress of sorts can help with that, correct?"

"It can."

"I'll see about getting one for you."

"Long as you don't freeze his whole head," Lenny muttered.

"Oh, that reminds me, Dr. Ratchet." Chad jerked a thumb over at Lenny. "Len here was saying his ribs are still sore and how much he'd love a heating pad. Think you can whip something up for him too?" Next to him, Lenny frantically tried to signal Chad to shut up.

"I think I can help with that," Ratchet replied as he checked Bud's lungs and mouth. "Right, Bud, how long have you been with the NASA program?"

"Coming up on 8 years. I joined when I was 20, after two years in the army."

"Good. And what was your miliary rank?"

"Private."

"Excellent. Right, Lenny, you're up. I want to see how those ribs of yours are healing."

Unable to protest, Lenny could only lay still and watch as Ratchet examined his chest. The medical officer nodded as he viewed the results and gave Lenny a reassuring smile.

"They're not there yet, but I do see signs of improvement. Good; for a astrosecond there, I was wondering about using another round of nanobots to repair your ribs."

"Another round?"

"Turn your head for me please."

"Did you perform surgery on us while we were unconscious?"

"I treated you while you were deactivated. The procedure was mildly invasive so it was best to do it when you would feel no pain. Look up."

"You.... you..."

"Calm down, Len, he did the same with me and let me say, it beats wearing a cast."

"A cast?" Ratchet frowned. "I think I remember reading about that treatment in the files your physicians sent over. Setting the bones of a broken limb and then wrapping said limb in plaster to keep it in place, correct?"

"Yeah, and it's a pain." Chad made a face. "Broke my arm as a kid and had to wear a cast all spring. It was hot and itched and I couldn't play baseball with my friends while wearing the stupid thing. Plus it was hard to take a bath with it on since you couldn't get it wet."

"Hmm, that does sound inconvenient." Ratchet tapped a finger against his metal chin. "I would have to give the matter further study, but perhaps there could be a way to teach human doctors some of our methods for repairing injuries. At the very least, I know that repairing a bot's framework and a human's skeletal structure is somewhat similar." The medic chuckled. "Of course, having Miara around meant I was far more confident in using that treatment on you three."

"Who'd want to hurt her?"

"The same people who would hurt any Autobot." Ratchet sighed before turning back to Lenny. "How long have you been with NASA?"

"10 years. No military service, but I graduated top of my class from MIT and went to NASA right after."

"Is that a well-known school?"

"One of the best in America with a heavy focus on science and technology" Lenny would have swelled his chest with pride, but his still-cracked ribs prevented him from puffing up his chest to much.

"I'll have to have you speak to Wheeljack, then. He's repairing your ship and is looking to make some improvements to its design. No doubt he'll welcome your input. Alright, Chad, your turn. How's your helm?"

"Still sore, but I can sit up on my own now."

"I can see that. Hold still please." Ratchet ran through his usual examination, paying special attention to Chad's breathing and making sure his brain was getting the necessary oxygen. "Where are you from, Chad?"

"South Dakota. My mother's name is Mary and my dad is Harold. He's a construction worker."

"Good. And when did you join NASA?"

"6 years ago. Applied and signed on right out of high school; received college credit during my astronaut training on base."

"Thank Primus; your processing abilities are back up to fully functional." Ratchet smiled at Chad. "I was worried about you, Chad; I'm glad you're doing better."

"I still feel like I got hit by a truck."

"Optimus could tell you a bit about that. And speaking of Optimus, he wants to see you. Would you be up to speaking with him while I see about bringing you a meal?"

"That's fine by us," Bud answered. "Any chance we could get a few more Wonka bars?"

"I'll bring them to you. Oh, and this should help too." Ratchet leaned over and flicked a switch on the side of Bud's bed. The berth began to hum and vibrate softly; at the same time, soothing waves of heat pulsed forth and spread through Bud's bruised body.

"Oh wow." Bud leaned back in his bed with a sigh. "This feels amazing."

"Now this is just what I needed." Lenny was also leaning back against his pillow, a blissful smile on his face.

"Told you he would help," Chad said as Ratchet stepped back from his bed. "Any chance you could send a few of these back with us to Earth?"

"I'll see what I can do," Ratchet chuckled. "Bud, I'll bring you a cold compress for your face when I bring your breakfast."

"Thanks, Dr. Ratchet."

The medic left the room, leaving the three men to enjoy the heated vibrations radiating from their berths.

"Oh yeah, NASA needs to invest in this technology." Chad arched his back a bit. "Ooooh, I think I've had that knot in my shoulder for weeks."

"You know, between the beds and the medical care, I think I could get used to Cybertron." Bud stretched his arms above his head before letting them drop down to his sides. "Plus, Autobots are good company."

"Yeah, you stick around on a planet that's in the middle of a civil war." Despite his gripes, Lenny couldn't keep the smile off his face. "I'll just take one of these beds back home and then it's Earth for me."

"Until your next mission."

"Fine. The Milky Way galaxy for me, then."

"I dunno; now that NASA knows about Cybertron, they're going to want to organize more missions here."

"Huh." Chad grinned as a new though occurred to him. "Maybe President Gilligrass will want to set up a hotel on Cybertron."

"I just said that Cybertron is in the middle of a war! Who wants a hotel in a war zone?"

"Once the war's over, then."

"And do you know how long will that be?"

"Lenny's right, Chad; whatever conflict is going on here, it's best not to get involved," Bud reminded him. "Optimus Prime already said he doesn't want Earth to get mixed up in whatever the Decepticons are planning, so whatever NASA wants with Cybertron going forward, we'll have to proceed with caution."

"For a planet in the middle of a war, Ratchet, Optimus, and Miara seemed pretty calm. Maybe it's not as bad as they're making it out to be," Chad argued. "You know, some countries are always at war on Earth."

"Yes, and do you see many people going to vacation in those countries?" Bud leaned his head into his vibrating pillow, rubbing his sore neck against the heated padding. "For now, let's just focus on getting well and going home. Now that we have a way to contact the Autobots from Earth, NASA can decide how to best proceed without worrying about an invasion of killer robots."

"Hey, if we set the Decepticons Optimus told us about against the giants the Queen of England has imprisoned, who do you think would win?"

"Seriously, Chad?"

"C'mon, Bud, tell me you're not thinking the same thing."

"Actually, I was thinking about making Miara NASA's new mascot. Plaster her face over our logo and we'd get more funding than we'd know what to do with."

"Wouldn't we have to split it with her?"

"Do Autobots use money?"

"Maybe we'd have to pay them in gasoline."

"Or oil."

"Do they even need to eat?"

All three men considered this question. Before they come speculate any further, there came the sound of heavy footsteps outside the Med Bay. Ratchet, tray in hand, entered closely followed by Optimus Prime with Miara nestled in his palm. The Teron waved at the three men as they looked up at her.

"Good morning. I'm glad you're feeling better."

"Indeed. I was very relieved when Ratchet told me of your current conditions." Optimus knelt down, setting his hand down on the floor to allow Miara to scurry over to the humans. "Is there anything else we can do for you at the moment?"

"No, but can we take these beds back with us?" Bud patted the still vibrating bed. "They're terrific."

"So you like heat too?" Miara's tail wagged as she beamed at Bud. "I thought you would."

"Indeed. Miara was the one who suggested this particular treatment," Ratchet said as he began setting food out by each astronaut's bedside. Though NASA's rations didn't always look appetizing, there was no mistaking the smell of corned beef hash drifting up from the metal tray. That, coupled with the beaker of cool water and the brightly wrapped Wonka's Whipplescrumptious Fudgemallow Delight, was enough for Bud and he dug into his meal with gusto.

"When you're done, hold this to your head." Ratchet indicated a small round device by Bud's plate. "It'll help with your bruising."

"Thanks." Bud swallowed a mouthful of hot food. "Oh, that hits the spot."

"What abut you guys?" Chad accepted his food from Ratchet. "Don't you guys eat?"

"Not in the way you do. We do, however, require energon and must refuel ourselves with it regularly."

"Energon?" Chad glanced over at Miara, who was sniffing the rich aromas from the men's plates with curiosity. "You mentioned energon cakes last night, Miara. I take it you can eat that stuff too?"

"Yes, I can. But I can eat organic foods as well. I have to say that the food you're eating now smells a lot better than those." Miara gestured at the Wonka bars.

"Speak for yourself. I love these things." Lenny was already chomping away at his candy bar. Bud ignored him, asking,

"So, energon is what you essentially eat, but it can be made into other substances, like cakes."

"Yes. Energon cakes are a popular treat among Cybertronians." Optimus chuckled and stroked the top of Miara's head. "And Teron too."

"Clearly. But you can create energon from other substances, right? That's why you were on Mars, correct?"

"It was," Optimus answered. "We have found that certain minerals or other raw forms of energy from other planets can be converted into usable energon." Optimus's blue eyes darkened. "That is another reason I don't want the Decepticons learning about Earth. The war on Cybertron has caused an energon shortage and if the Decepticons learned of a planet that was rich in resources as well as relatively undefended-"

"Hold on, we have a military," Lenny protested.

"A military that has not been trained to fight our kind," Optimus answered gently. "No doubt you humans have excellent ways of defending yourselves, but having inspected your spaceship, I don't think many of your weapons would do much damage to one Cybertronian, let alone an army of them."

"Optimus is right, Lenny," Bud said. "Besides, remember how we got caught off guard by those Vermicious Knids? No offense to you guys," Bud grinned up at the two massive beings kneeling by him, "but I wouldn't bet on the odds of any of Earth's governments being able to win in a fire fight against your kind."

"No offense taken, my friend. And let's hope you will never find yourselves in such a situation. I for one aim to make sure the Decepticons stay as far away from your planet as possible, but we must always be prepared for the possibility of them learning about you. That's why I plan to continue monitoring Earth's skies even after you return home. And, of course, we will be happy to ensure that the Vermicious Knids cause you and your people no further trouble."

"They're mostly going to be a problem at the Space Hotel," Lenny muttered around a mouthful of hot hash. "A good many of them got sizzled up by Mr. Wonka and his company and the President's had the hotel on ice in case any of 'em stayed behind, but I doubt every Knid in existence is gone."

"Right. And now that they know humans are going to be returning to the hotel..." Chad's voice trailed off.

"One thing at a time," Optimus said. "But first, I must fulfill a promise I made to President Gilligrass. He wants to speak with you and I asked him to wait until you had woken up today. Are you feeling up to speaking with him now?"

"Yes, we can do that."

"Uh, he doesn't mind that we're like this, though, does he?" Chad gestured to his sheet-covered body.

"I doubt you're the first people in a medical setting your president has seen," Ratchet answered as he consulted the machines attached to the men's chests.

"He checked in on you last night," Miara added. "He was really happy that you're okay."

"You... spoke with President Gilligrass, Miara?" Bud asked.

"Yes. He seems nice."

"And hopefully, he's just as willing to listen today as he was yesterday," Optimus said, rising to his feet. Bud watched as the Autobot leader walked a short distance away to where a large blank screen sat mounted on the wall. With a flick of his blue finger, Optimus switched the screen on and began typing away at a small panel beneath it.

"Good, the signal's coming through. Stand by, everyone; we should have contact with NASA shortly."

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"So, what do you think of that, Wonka?"

"I think you should count your lucky stars your men didn't nearly fall victim to the Vermicious Knids once again."

"No, I mean what do you think about these Autobots?"

"Well, I don't know the Autobots, Mr. President, so I can't safely pass judgment on them now, can I?"

President Gilligrass clutched the phone receiver tightly against his ear. "Look, Wonka, you're the expert on unknown creatures; from what I've told you about the Autobots, what can you tell me?"

"Based on what you've told me," Mr. Wonka answered, "this Optimus Prime is a capable leader, a potential ally, and a loving father. What more can you ask for?"

"Do you think we're in any kind of danger?"

"Have you been to the washroom today, Mr. President?"

"What's that got to do with anything?"

"Most major accidents occur in the washroom than any other area of the home. Slipping in the bath, taking the wrong medicine by accident, playing Bloody Mary in the mirror. Do you know how dangerous that is?"

"What is your point, Wonka?"

"My point, Mr. President, is that despite being taken to a previously unheard of planet, Shukworth, Showler, and Shanks have been shown nothing but kindness by the Autobots and don't appear to be in any danger at all. What's more, their leader seems to be showing you great respect; I would advise you give Optimus Prime the same courtesy."

"And what of these Decepticons? What if they show up here?"

"What if the moon were made of cheese? Cross that bridge when you come to it, Mr. President, and let the Autobots help you. A good friend is worth far more than a "what if" and from the sound of it, you have some very good friends on the far side of space. Hmmm, that gives me an idea. Did you need anything else?"

"Well, I-"

"Excellent! You have yourself a great day, sir. Now then, space rock candies that can make you jump like you're on the moon..."

The phone clicked and President Gilligrass was left with a long droning tone and the fact that Willy Wonka had indeed hung up on him. Lancelot slammed the phone back down and left his private quarters. As soon as he stepped into the hall, four FBI agents appeared almost out of thin air, ready to escort their president back into NASA's main room.

"Any word?"

"Not that we know of, sir."

"Have there been any attacks on Earth?"

"Not that we know of, sir."

"Have there been any aliens landing on Earth?'

"Not that we know of, sir."

"Then get me someone who does know."

"Right here, Mr. President!"

Lancelot sighed as Christopher Calverton waved him over. "Alright, Calverton, what is it?"

"We're getting a signal coming through. I think Cybertron wants to make contact with us!"

"Well of course they do," President Gilligrass scoffed as he took his seat by the main screen. "They know we won't rest until we get our men back home. Optimus Prime even said he'd do the same himself. Isn't that right, Nanny?"

"He did say that," Ms. Tibbs agreed. The Vice President was already standing by the President's chair, her eyes almost glued to the screen. "I hope sweet little Miara got a proper night's rest. What a dear she is."

"Indeed. My goodness, to think there's not just one, but at least two other intelligent species out there," Christopher mused. "Well, three if you count the Vermicious Knids."

"I don't," President Gilligrass snapped.

"Well, with all due respect, Mr. President, they were intelligent enough to take over the Space Hotel."

"Be quiet, Calverton!"

"Humph, the very idea of lumping those brutes in with Miara," Ms. Tibbs sniffed. "And I must say that, all things considered, Optimus Prime and Ratchet seem like nice gentlemen."

"They're robots."

"They're very nice robots," Ms. Tibbs sniffed, glaring at the Head of the Army.

"And I think they want to speak to us." Christopher stood next to the screen, twisting a few knobs on the side of the machine. "Should be coming in clear any minute now."

President Gilligrass, Ms. Tibbs, and everyone else gathered watched with baited breath as the screen flickered for a few seconds before the picture became clear. Lancelot felt his his heart skip as he saw Shuckworth, Showler, and Shanks sitting up in their hospital beds. While they were clearly not yet up to par- Shuckworth was holding something to his bruised face and Showler looked like his chest was bothering him- all three men were clear-eyed and alert. Miara, adorable as ever, was standing next to Shuckworth's bed and her ever-present smile stretched across her face as she gazed at the screen. Optimus Prime and Ratchet stood flanking the three humans and the little Teron. The Autobot leader was the first to speak.

"Greetings, President Gilligrass, NASA. I trust we find you well today."

"Good morning, Optimus Prime," Lancelot answered. "Yes, we are well. Shuckworth, Showler, Shanks, it's good to see you."

"Thank you, Mr. President." Despite his bruised face, Shuckworth managed a genuine grin. "Our ship got caught in an asteroid field which led to us crash-landing on Mars. Lucky for us, we weren't the only ones there."

"Lucky indeed," Ratchet noted. "And I'm pleased to report all three of you are healing well. If your progress continues as it is, I will be comfortable discharging you from Med Bay tomorrow."

"Can we keep the beds?" Shanks asked. "Seriously, Mr. President, Cybertron beds are amazing."

"I'm sure we can find you suitable accommodations" Optimus assured him. "And, perhaps, we could advise your people on the construction of our berths, given your men seem to favor them."

"You should put 'em in the Space Hotel." Showler was rubbing his shoulders against his bed. "People may not want to get out of bed, but can you blame them?"

"Wouldn't they get bored just laying in bed all day?" Miara asked. "Your Space Hotel sounds like fun; surely people will want to do more than just sleep."

"If those Vermicious Knids are still hanging around the Hotel, they won't get to do either," The Head of the Air Force piped up.

"Which will be our first order of business after getting you three home." Optimus nodded at the astronauts before turning back to the screen. "I mentioned that your men's ship is still being repaired; my mechanic, Wheeljack, wants to confer with them before he makes any final adjustments to the rocket, President Gilligrass."

"Very well. How soon after that can we expect Shuckworth, Showler, and Shanks to return home?"

"I want to observe them at least two full solar cycles once they're out of Med Bay to ensure they are safe for space bridge travel," Ratchet insisted. "As we have noted, they were lucky to have survived their initial crash, but sending them on an interstellar trip so soon after is not something I can advise as a medic."

"Understood," one of the NASA doctors piped up. "I second Dr. Ratchet's decision for a two-day observation before putting the men's bodies through another trial."

"Transport by space bridge is not known to put stress on a living creature, but I will defer to both Ratchet and a human physician's need for caution," Optimus said. "I will also need to ensure that the conditions are right for a space bridge transport."

"What conditions are those?" Lancelot asked.

"First and foremost that we won't attract Decepticon attention by using a space bridge," Optimus answered. "Our scouting mission took place directly after repelling a Decepticon attack on our city of Iacon and thus, they were likely too preoccupied to notice. But Megatron will not leave us in peace for long; another attack is immanent."

"You know that for certain?"

"Miara?"

The little Teron straightened up. "Bumblebee and I were scouting along the northern sector of Iacon this morning and spotted a group of Decepticons on their own scouting missions. They remained a good distance away, but it was them alright. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but the northern section did take some damage in the last battle and we've only just repaired it. They were probably checking to see if it was worth attacking again or if they should find another point of entry."

"You were scouting?" Ms. Tibbs asked, her eyes wide.

"Yes." Miara beamed with pride. "Scouting and spying are some of my main duties."

"Isn't that dangerous?"

"There is always a danger, but I know what you mean." Optimus gazed down at the Teron with pride, stroking her cheek with the tip of one metal finger. "Miara would indeed be vulnerable should a Decepticon corner her, but I assure you, she is a very capable scout, especially once she has the covering of sand."

"Is that right?" the Head of the Air Force asked.

"None can beat a Teron in the sand."

"I'm sure the Decepticons would be happy to challenge you on that," the Head of the Army noted.

Optimus's eyes narrowed. "They can try."

"Don't even joke!" Ms. Tibbs glowered at the Head of the Army. "So sorry about that, Optimus Prime; I'm sure you'd never put Miara in danger."

"Never intentionally. And nor will I put you in danger, which is another reason we must be careful regarding a space bridge. Once it opens, it will remain open for a set amount of time."

"How long?" Shanks asked, looking up at the Autobot leader.

"It depends on how long the bridge is set for and how much power we have on reserve. But even with only a few astroseconds of time, a determined Decepticon could easily force his way through. And if even one Decepticon manages to find his way to Earth-"

"We'll blast him into a million pieces!" the Head of the Army declared.

"Blow him to smithereens!" the Head of the Air Force agreed.

"And how many lives would be lost in the process?"

Both the Head of the Army and the Head of the Air Force, both of them mere seconds away from a smack by Ms. Tibbs, fell silent at Optimus's voice. The Autobot leader rubbed his metal forehead with his forefinger and thumb before asking,

"How do you know your weapons would be effective against a Cybertronian? And even if they were, would those weapons cause harm to your people or homes in the process? What would you do if your weapons were not effective? I can understand wanting to be prepared, but I must urge you to understand that even if you could fight against a Cybertronian, you would be courting disaster. Even a single Decepticon could cause a great amount of damage to your home before you could do anything to stop him and if you were lucky enough to emerge from the battle victorious, Megatron will most certainly declare war on your planet. And even if he does not, Megatron will see Earth as nothing more than a collection of valuable resources he can use to fuel his army. Every natural source of energy you have, he will take from you and leave you to die. I won't have that happen, President Gilligrass; the human race will not be casualties in Cybertron's war."

A heavy silence fell over the room at the end of Optimus's speech and more than one worried glance was exchanged. The Head of the Army and the Head of the Air Force were looking down at their feet, dragging the toes of their heavily shined shoes across the floor like scolded schoolboys and neither one of them looked excited at the idea of explosions.

"I... thank you for showing us such consideration, Optimus Prime," Lancelot finally managed to say. "Ahem, er, speaking of resources, will that impact the space bridge?"

"Yes. We will need to ensure there is power enough to keep the bridge open long enough for our friends to return home."

"What if there was power on Earth's end? Would that help?"

"Possibly." Optimus tapped his chin in thought. "That is what got us to Holtus; the space bridge reacted to a natural source of power the plague couldn't touch. But I don't want to deprive humans of necessary resources either."

"Oh no, you won't. I know someone who can provide a very unique source of energy that won't cause any disturbances."

"Really?" Optimus looked intrigued. "I should very much like to talk to this person. Is he a scientist?"

"Er... sort of. But he's highly inventive and would probably be able to provide you with valuable resources of his own making."

"Then that would be a big help. Thank you, President Gilligrass; if this power source works, we can proceed with coordinating the best time and location to open a space bridge between Earth and Cybertron. In the meantime, we'll keep a close optic on the Decepticons and their activity."

"Thank you. Shuckworth? Showler? Shanks? Anything else to report?"

"For the brief time we had before we ran into the asteroids, we spotted no sign of Vermicious Knid activity."

"Good. Any of the monsters still left in hotel are nothing more than popsicles."

"Actually, Miara made a good point about that." Shanks nodded at the Teron.

"What's that?"

Shanks looked at Miara, who glanced up at Optimus. The Autobot leader nodded.

"Go ahead, Little Sandtsorm."

Miara turned back to the screen. "We were told that Vermicious Knids cannot enter Earth's atmosphere due to not being resistant to the heat, but some organic species can shut their systems down when exposed to intense cold. Can Vermicious Knids do that?"

"I..." Lancelot frowned. "I don't know."

"Then it's probably best you don't go back to your Hotel just yet," Miara replied. "If there's a chance the Kinds could reactivate once the temperature is raised, you could be in danger."

"What a clever girl you are." Mis Tibbs beamed at the Teron. "And such a good point; we'll have to find out."

"By all means. However, it might be best if my Autobots and I were the ones to take of the Knids for you, President Gilligrass," Optimus said. "While we can freeze, we are more resistant to cold than most organic creatures. If you raised the temperature in your Hotel just enough to prevent us from freezing, we could remove the Knids while they were still deactivated and, if Miara's theory is correct, we can relocate them to a galaxy where they will not trouble you."

"You'd do that for us?"

"We will. Once again, we'll have to take care not to alert the Decepticons, but there will always be the possibility of them learning about you and your endeavors. As such, we should also discuss methods of protecting your Space Hotel from Megatron. I have a few ideas of my own in that regard."

"I look forward to discussing them with you. Shall we speak again in two days time?"

"Yes. If anything happens before then, I will contact you."

"And I'll keep you informed of the men's health and my observations once they're out of Med Bay," Ratchet added.

"Thank you, everyone. Two days from now. Shuckworth, Showler, Shanks, over and out."

"Over and out, Mr. President!" Shuckworth replied.

"Thank you again, Optimus Prime."

"Be well, President Gilligrass."

The picture on the screen cut to black once more. As soon as it did, Lancelot turned to the agents who had escorted him from his room.

"You, bring me the reports from Washington. You, bring me my lunch. You, call and check up on Mrs. Taubsypuss and you, get me a phone. I need to call Wonka back right away!"

"Yes sir, Mr. President." The four agents marched out of the room to do their leader's bidding.

"Wonka, sir?" Christopher asked.

"Yes Wonka, Calverton! If that man can power an elevator into space on candy alone, he can probably power a space bridge! Isn't that so, Nanny?"

"He absolutely can." Ms. Tibbs looked thoughtful. "I wonder what kind of sweets Miara would like. We should send the little dear a present; her theory about those awful Vermicious Knids was really very clever. You should ask Mr. Wonka about that."

"Yes, you're right, Nanny." Lancelot straightened up in his seat as he waited for the agents to return. "We'll be one jump ahead of those monsters, see if we aren't."

"I hope we can stay one step ahead of those Decepticons too," Christopher added.

"No need to worry. From the sound of it, the Decepticons haven't the slightest clue about us and Optimus intends to keep it that way," President Gilligrass replied confidently. "We don't have to worry about them." Which, at the moment, was correct.

But that moment would not last.

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The towering spires of Iacon could always be seen some distance away from the city gates. Bots traveling in from all over Cybertron would feel hope in their sparks at the sight of Iacon's buildings on the horizon. The capital city promised relief and safety from the ongoing war between the Autobots and Decepticons and for Cybertronians who had suffered from the energon shortage, the sight of Iacon was always a welcome relief.

For Megatron, Warlord of the Decepticons, the thought of Iacon being under Autobot control was like a constant spike in the axle, forcing him to confront the fact that he and his followers had not yet managed to fully bring Cybertron under his iron grip.

The current Decepticon base was a good distance yet from Iacon, but from his position at the window on the top floor of the base, Megatron was granted a clear view of the capitol city. His red optics narrowed in thought as he watched the glittering city standing tall and proud in the distance. Though it was the height of day, Megatron could easily make out the various lights emanating from Iacon and he was more than willing to bet every transit system in the city was at least somewhat functional.

"Energon crisis indeed," Megatron growled under his breath. "One would never guess looking at your city, Prime."

"You know, Lord Megatron, you could accomplish more if you stared less."

Still peering out the window of the Decepticon headquarters, Megatron briefly turned his optics upwards at the sound of an oh-so-grating voice behind him.

"And you would stand more of a chance at not offlining if you bothered me less, Starscream," the Decepticon warlord snapped. "One would think that with your brilliant mind, you'd wish to put it to use."

"Oh but I have," Starscream all but purred. "I have been pondering all morning about what could make our revered leader so hesitant about leading another successful raid on Iacon until I remembered just how our last assault ended."

"Yes, with you and Thundercracker nearly in pieces after those energon convertors exploded." Megatron peered over his shoulder to aim a sardonic smile in Starscream's direction. "To be honest, Starscream, I'm rather surprised to see you up and about. Remind me, how long were you down for repairs?"

A few snickers came from the Decepticons watching the exchange. Starscream ignored them, his wings bristling at his leader's remarks.

"At least Thundercracker and I accomplished something by-"

"You accomplished nothing!" Megatron whirled around and stepped closer to Starscream, glaring down at his subordinate with narrowed optics. "In fact, you accomplished less than nothing because if you had bothered to use your so-called superior processing unit, you would have noted that there was a reason the Autobots left those convertors unguarded. Imagine the damage that could have been done to our headquarters had those energon convertors exploded here. So no, I don't consider you limping back to base, barely functional with nothing to show for it, as accomplishing something, Starscream!"

"And now the northern gate of Iacon has been repaired," Skywarp spoke up.

"Did you notice anything else?"

"Pretty sure I saw an Autobot scouting party, but I couldn't tell how many of them were there."

"Which means they saw you."

"Maybe. The scout I saw didn't look like it was in a hurry to report back."

"I'm more concerned about the scout you didn't see, Skywarp."

"Didn't see? What are you... oh." Skywarp frowned. "Well, it's not like there was any sand close by; she wouldn't have been able to hide."

"So you say. I say the Autobots are hiding something inside Iacon as we speak." Megatron turned back to the window, his red optics focused on Iacon's spires gleaming under Cybertron's sun. "Iacon is facing the same energon crisis as the rest of Cybertron, but as of late, the city seems to be in fine working order. Where, then, did Optimus Prime get the energon to ensure no one in Iacon is going without at the moment?"

"It is likely the Autobots have found an outside source of energon Lord Megatron," Soundwave rumbled.

"Yes, but where from?" Megatron's face twisted into a sneer. "A colony planet or somewhere else? Somewhere they don't want us looking?"

"Ridiculous," Starscream protested. "Even if the Autobots found a new source of energon, how would they have done so and, more importantly, how would they obtain it? They haven't taken any ships out from Iacon in cycles; they haven't the resources."

"No. But if they found a reliable source of energon, they might be willing to risk a space bridge," Megatron answered.

"If they did."

"Which is why we need to investigate the matter further. Optimus Prime is hiding something; I know he is and I intend to find out. If it's a source of energon, all the better; we will claim it for the Decepticons."

"And if it's not?" Starscream sneered. "Maybe Prime just found another pet on a different planet."

"An interesting theory, Starscream. And how good of you to volunteer to see if it's true."

"What?"

"Yes. In fact," Megatron turned and seized Starscream by the shoulder, applying extra pressure to the smaller Decepticon's frame. "You and Thundercracker will personally create a distraction outside of Iacon's gates. And this time, try not to get yourselves blown up."

"But Megatron, I-"

"I suggest you listen closely to me, Starscream, because being caught by the Autobots will be the least of your problems if you fail me."
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"Laserbeak is in position, Lord Megatron."

"Excellent, Soundwave." Megatron stood in front of his monitor, nodding in approval as the screen displayed an ariel view of Iacon's front gates. Just ahead of where Laserbeak hovered, Starscream and Thundercracker circled in midair, not quite approaching Iacon, but making their presence obvious.

"Have Laserbeak get closer, Soundwave. Focus on the front gates."

"Yes, Lord Megatron."

Megatron watched his screen as Laserbeak's scanners caught sight of two figures standing in front of Iacon's gates. Though their scout was too far away to catch any particular details, there was no mistaking the guards pointing upwards. One of them stayed put, a blaster in his his servos as the second one shifted into his alt form and sped away.

"Excellent. All is going according to plan." Megatron tapped into the radio. "Starscream, Thundercracker, stay in position."

"The guards know we're here, Megatron. The arrival of Autobot soldiers is immanent."

"I know that, Thundercracker. And that's just what I'm counting on."

"But Megatron-"

"Stay in position, Starscream. Or else!"

Megatron ignored any further protests as he watched the scene unfold. Sure enough, Laserbeak's camera caught a glimpse of different colored vehicles speeding toward the front gates. Chief among them was a large red and blue transport that shifted into an even larger red and blue Autobot.

"Ahh, Prime, predicable as always." Megatron sneered at the sight of his long-time rival. "But if you think the same of me, I'm afraid you're going to be quite disappointed. Starscream, Thundercracker, fire a few rounds at the gates and then retreat."

"What?"

"You heard me, Starscream!"

The two Decepticons hesitated a moment before obeying their leader's orders. Powerful plasma beams shot forth from their cannons, neither of them reaching Iacon's gates, but causing some damage to the ground where the Autobots stood. Immediately, Optimus and his fellow Autobots returned fire and their aim was significantly better. One beam managed to graze Starscream's wing while another hit Thundercracker directly in the nose of his jet form.

"I'm hit!"

"Retreat! Both of you, retreat now!"

"You don't have to tell me twice!" Starscream was already speeding away as fast as his blasters could take him. Thundercracker followed, smoke trailing behind him from his wounded frame. Behind them, Optimus held up a servo to halt any further gunfire, but the Autobots remained ready to fie on the off chance the two Decepticons decided to press their luck.

"Recall Laserbeak, Soundwave. He's done his part."

"As you command, Lord Megatron."

Megatron watched the scene of the Autobots fade as Laserbeak ceased his observations and sped back after Starscream and Thundercracker. Switching off his monitor, Megatron stood patiently waiting for his scouts to return.

"A most successful mission. Wouldn't you say, Soundwave?"

"If you say so, Lord Megatron."

"Oh I do. No doubt Starscream will think otherwise, but we can't all see the bigger picture now, can we?"

"No, Lord Megatron. But what is the bigger picture you have observed?"

"I'll explain in due course."

Starscream and Thundercracker's arrival was preceded by the sound of loud complaints. The two Decepticons had transformed back upon arriving at the base and Thundercracker was holding a servo to his chasis when he and Starscream entered the main room to rejoin Megatron and the majority of the Decepticon forces. Starscream looked more annoyed than hurt, but there was a nasty-looking burn mark on his right wing that he immediately pointed at.

"Look at what those Autobots did to me!"

"All things considered, I'd say you got off rather lightly, Starscream. Same with you, Thundercracker; surely a minor blast from an Autobot's weapon is far less painful than your more recent injuries?"

"Yes, Megatron," Thundercracker grumbled. "I'll be fine."

"So you will. And how fortunate, you both managed to execute my plan perfectly."

"Your plan?" Starscream scowled. "What plan was that? Sending us both to Autobot target practice?"

"Consider it punishment for your last failure."

"How dare you! I-"

"And now the Autobots will be expecting us." Megatron turned away from his irate underling to gaze once more at Iacon's spires. "No doubt Optimus Prime is at this moment wondering what kind of attack we will next mount on Iacon. Well, let him wonder and worry for a bit."

"I thought we were trying to find out if the Autobots had a new source of energon."

"And so we will, Skywarp. But to mount a full-on assault against Iacon would be foolish; the city is too well-guarded for us to risk heavy losses without confirmation of a worthy reward. No," Megatron said, his grey face twisting into yet another sneer. "No, we will let the Autobots worry about our next strike and when they least expect it, that's when we will infiltrate Iacon and find out just what the Autobots are keeping from us."

"Huh, you would have been better off sending in a few scouts to do that while Thundercracker and I were being shot at."

"You would think that, Starscream. And if you had utilized that strategy, Prime's little dust devil would have sensed them the moment any spies set foot in Iacon."

"Which means you will be at the same disadvantage when you attack Iacon," Starscream sneered.

"Oh no, Starscream. I intend to make sure no one behind Iacon's gates realizes my plan until it's too late."

"And just how will you do that, Lord Megatron?"

"You wait and see, Starscream. You just wait and see."

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The peace of the Med Bay was shattered by the harsh blare of alarms. Bud, Lenny, and Chad all jumped at the sound, the machines monitoring their hearts rates giving their own worried sounds at the astronauts' sudden reaction.

"What the heck's going on?" Lenny had to shout to make himself heard above the noise.

Ratchet, who had been finishing up another examination on Chad, jumped up and ran to the Med Bay's doors. The medic slammed his metal fist against a raised panel and the doors of the Med Bay closed tightly. The alarm in the room ceased, but the steady blaring continued out in the hall.

"It's alright," Ratchet assured them. "I've secured Med Bay; no one's getting in without my permission."

"What do you mean? What's happening?"

"A Decepticon attack," Ratchet answered, his tone grim as he glanced down at Bud. "Prime and I expected this; Megatron won't just give up on bringing Iacon under Decepticon control."

"So those Decepticons are here in the city?"

"Hopefully it won't come to that. But if it does..." Ratchet's face was grave as he stared at the tightly shut door.

"If it does?" Chad prompted.

"Never mind; Optimus won't let that happen. But we must be prepared for the worst." Ratchet walked over to a nearby counter and began laying out instruments. "Forgive me, friends, but I must be ready to treat any injured Autobots at a moment's notice."

"Of course," Bud said.

"Wait, what about us?" Lenny gestured at himself and his friends. "Are we in danger?"

"Not while I'm here," Ratchet assured him. "You're my patients and I will do everything in my power to keep you safe. I'd rather not have to think about a situation where I would be the only thing standing between you and a Decepticon, but rest assured that I will do what I must if it comes to that. For now, though, just try to stay calm."

"Easier said than done," Bud muttered as he and the others watched Ratchet work. Outside of the Med Bay, the alarm continued to blare while footsteps and shouts added to the confusion. Bud strained his ears, waiting for the inevitable blast of an enemy Decepticon bursting through the wall or forcing its way through the Med Bay doors. Were Decepticons similar to Autobots? Were they bigger or smaller? Were they just as intelligent or did they rely on brute force? Would they simply kill him and the others or would they take the three humans prisoner for experimentation?

"You know, being stuck on Mars is sounding pretty good right about now," Lenny muttered.

Before Bud could respond, the alarm out in the hall ceased its noise, as did the running and shouting. While there were still voices and footsteps coming from the hall, the relative silence that had descended over the Med Bay was almost as deafening as the alarm had been. From his station, Ratchet stood motionless with his blue eyes fixed on the Med Bay door.

"Is... is everything alright?" Chad asked softly.

"I think so," Ratchet answered. "At the very least, no one seems to be in a hurry to-"

Heavy footsteps echoed from the hall. Bud tensed as the door suddenly slid open, but immediately relaxed as Optimus Prime stepped into the room. The Autobot leader appeared calm, but there was no denying the grim look in his eyes. Perched on his shoulder, Miara also looked worried as she nestled as close to Optimus's head as she could. At the sight of Bud and the others looking up at her, the Teron brightened and waved. Bud smiled and waved back as Ratchet approached Optimus.

"Is everything alright?" the medic asked.

"For now, yes. Two of our guards spotted Starscream and Thundercracker near the front gates."

"What? What were they up to?"

"Nothing and that's what worries me. They appeared to be spying on the front gates, but neither made an effort to stay hidden, even when they were spotted. What's more, they fired only a few shots not at the gates, but at the ground ahead of the gates before retreating. We managed to land a shot on each of them, but neither Starscream nor Thundercraker put up any form of resistance."

"It wasn't just them," Miara piped up. "I couldn't see him, but I know Laserbeak was nearby. I could feel him."

"Which means Megatron was watching." Optimus folded his arms. "The question is, what is he looking for?"

"Us maybe?" Everyone glanced down at Lenny as the astronaut spoke. "Isn't he looking for us?"

"At this point, I don't see how Megatron would even know of your presence, my friend," Optimus answered. "We were monitoring Iacon carefully during our use of the space bridge when we brought you here and thus far, there have been no data breaches on our base."

"That you know of."

"True, but I promise you we are doing everything we can to keep the Decepticons from learning about Earth. Still, did you sense any Decepticons entering Iacon, Miara?"

"No, Optimus. And according to Bumblebee and Prowl, none of the other guards noticed anything either."

"Still, if Laserbeak was involved, this wasn't a case of Starscream and Thundercracker acting alone," Ratchet pointed out.

"You mentioned Starscream and Thundercracker before, right?" Chad asked. "Who's Laserbeak?"

"A minion of a Decepticon named Soundwave, arguably Megatron's most loyal soldier," Optimus answered. "And yes, Starscream and Thundercracker attempted to steal energon convertors not long before we found you. Unluckily for them, the convertors were unstable and caused them significant damage."

"Yeah, well, clearly they're up and about now," Lenny groused.

"Indeed. And Laserbeak's presence would mean Megatron was watching whatever it was Starscream and Thundercracker were attempting."

"I wonder if he was telling them what to do," Miara mused. "Starscream usually prefers sneak attacks unless he thinks he has the advantage. Attacking the front gates was certain to get our attention."

"Which might have been Megatron's plan," Bud said, looking up at Optimus. "I don't know much about your battle strategies, Optimus, but that sounds like a distraction to me."

"I thought the same thing," Optimus said, gently taking Miara into his hand and holding her against his chest. "I'm certain that Megatron is going to try and mount an attack on Iacon in the near future. It's the when and how that are eluding me."

"Which may be what he wants," Ratchet said. "To have you worry."

"No doubt." Optimus sighed, running a finger up and down Miara's back. "I hate to ask this of you, Little Sadstorm, but would you be able to regularly patrol the gates of Iacon for the next few solar cycles?"

"Of course!" Miara beamed up at Optimus. "It's my job, after all."

"And it's my job to keep you safe. To keep all of you safe." Optimus knelt down by the astronauts' beds. "You were probably startled by the sudden turn of events, were you not?"

"Not the first time we've heard an alarm," Chad answered with a grin.

"True, but it's always a bit of an unnerving experience," Bud replied.

"And moreso when you're in a strange environment." Optimus nodded. "But rest assured, we're not going to let you come to harm. You or any of your people."

"We appreciate that, really, but I have my doubts you'll be able to keep knowledge of Earth hidden from the Decepticons forever," Lenny said.

"Perhaps not, but we will do so for as long as we can." Optimus's eyes softened as he stroked the top of Miara's head. "As of now, Megatron still had no idea where the planet Holtus is and I plan to make it just as difficult for him to find Earth, if not more so."

"Still, if he attacks your city and finds us..."

"I won't let that happen," Optimus said firmly. "Your safety aside, we have far too many civilians in Iacon to ever risk allowing Megatron to make it past Iacon's gates."

"What if he mounts an attack on all of Iacon's gates?"

"Thankfully, Megatron has neither the numbers nor the arsenal to do so. But he could easily attack us from multiple fronts, which is what I'm certain he's going to try and do. Ratchet, I'll need the you and the full Med Bay staff on stand-by at all times."

"Understood."

"And the other scouts and I will be running patrols." Miara's tail wagged eagerly against Optimus's metal palm. "We'll stop Megatron before he gets past the gates; I know we will."

"Megatron getting past the gates doesn't worry me that much, Little Sandstorm; we've stopped him before and we'll do it again. What does worry me is not finding out Megatron's true plan before it's too late. I'm more certain than ever that Megatron intends to do more than attempt another takeover of Iacon. But does he also plan to hack into our data systems or raid our energon supplies? I don't know, but I must find out. In the meantime," Optimus glanced down at the three astronauts, "how are you feeling? Well enough to leave Med Bay tomorrow?"

"I'm certainly eager to get out of bed."

"So am I."

"Me too. Especially since I can actually think clearly again."

"Yes, your processing unit is working at full capacity, Chad," Ratchet said with a smile. "You'll probably still be sore for a bit, but as of now, I am comfortable releasing you from Med Bay during our next solar cycle."

"Good. We've moved your ship to a secure location in the Great Dome. Once you leave Med Bay, you may continue to stay there until we can get you home. And unfortunately," Optimus said with a sigh, "we may not be able to risk a space bridge any time soon. Not until I'm certain the Decepticons aren't waiting for us to do so before they strike."

"Understood. We should probably discuss this with President Gilligrass and NASA though."

"Of course. I want to keep them informed as much as possible. For now, though, is there anything else we can do for you?"

"No, Optimus, I think we're good. But is there a way we can help you?" Bud asked.

"Yes. You can stay safe and allow us to keep an optic out for Decepticon activity." Optimus's voice softened a bit. "I do hope to be able to show you some of our home before we send you back to yours, though."

"I'd love to see more besides your infirmary. No offense, Dr. Ratchet."

"None taken, Chad."

"And if the Decepticons attack while we're out sight-seeing?" Lenny asked.

"We'll help you," Miara assured him. "That's what Autobots do."

"Indeed so." Optimus rose back to his feet. "I'll come by later to let you know if we've detected anything. Miara, are you ready?"

"Yes, Optimus!"

"Let's roll out then. Until this evening, my friends."

"Thanks, Optimus. See you, Miara. Good luck with your scouting mission."

"Thank you. I'll see you later."

"Hope she'll be alright," Bud whispered as Optimus and Miara left the Med Bay. "I hope we'll all be alright."

And for a time, they would be.

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"Anything?"

"No." Miara sniffed the air one more time, tilting her head to feel the vibrations around her. "Starscream and Thundercracker are long gone."

"Yeah, I figured." Bumblebee knelt down and peered out at the path leading up to Iacon's front gates. From where he and Miara stood atop the walkway overlooking the gates, they would be able to spot any approaching travellers a good distance away from the city. The minimal damage done by the Decepticons' weapons had already been repaired, but no one else approached Iacon under the mid-day sun. "What about Laserbeak?"

"No, he's gone too," Miara replied. "But I wouldn't be surprised if he showed up again."

"Me either. Optimus is right; Megatron's on the lookout for something inside Iacon." Bumblebee shielded his optics with a servo, peering out at the wide exapanse of Cybertron beyond the capital city. "Me? I think the Decepticons are low on energon and are lookin' to get their grubby servos on whatever supplies we have."

"Especially because we have extra energon now," Miara agreed. The Teron glanced behind her at Iacon's proud buildings. "Iacon hasn't had any blackouts for a while; maybe Megatron noticed."

"You know, Sandstorm, I think you're right." Bumblebee knelt down next to his fellow scout. "We've been lucky reagrding our energon supplies, but even with the crystals we got from that red planet- what'd the humans call it again?"

"Mars."

"Mars, right. That energon won't last forever and if the Decepticons are watchin' us, we won't have much of a chance to use a space bridge to find more."

Miara frowned, crossing her arms and tapping her tail against the walkway in thought. "Do you think that could be Megatron's plan? Hoping we run low on energon before he attacks us?"

"Part of it. I'm still pretty certain the Decepticons are going after any energon they can find. Especially after what happened with Starscream and Thundercracker."

"And they didn't seem very eager to attack today."

Before Bumblebee could respond, Jazz's voice came in through both his and Miara's radios. "Anything to report?"

"Nothing. All quiet here," Bumblebee answered.

"South gate, report in."

"All clear," Miarage's voice answered.

"We got something!"

"What?"

"I'm not sure." Prowl sounded wary, but calm. "They're a little too far out, but they're Decepticons alright."

"Where?"

"Over by Gate 2 on the eastern sector."

"Ironhide, head over. Same to you and Miara, Bumblebee."

"On our way. C'mon, Miara." Bumblebee transformed, his engine already revving in anticipation. The Teron jumped into Bumble's interior and the Autobot scouts sped off. Thankfully, the walkway had been cleared except for the patrols. The Autobot guards who were present quickly leapt aside to allow Bumblebee to pass, several of them giving the yellow Autobot and the Teron a brief wave as they passed. Miara waved back, peering out Bumblebee's windows at the streets of Iacon below. Threat of Decepticons or not, Cybertron's capital city was alive and well. Cybertronians hurried through the city, in both their normal and alt modes, either en route to one of Iacon's many buildings or performing some kind of maintenance task.

Hopefully we won't need to perform any major repairs in the near future. No, Miara thought as she and Bumblebee approached Iacon's eastern sector. Like she had told her new human friends, the Autobots would never allow the Decepticon army to force their way past the gates. Yes, a few of them could get by in the heat of battle, but one or two Decepticons in Autobot territory wouldn't go undetected for long. And even if some Decepticons managed to force their way into Iacon, they wouldn't get far enough to find out about Bud, Lenny, or Chad. She'd make sure of it!

Bumblebee skidded to a halt, pulling up right in front of Prowl and Ironhide, who had just arrived with a small team of soldiers. Miara hopped out of Bumblebee's open door as her fellow scouted transformed back and the entire group peered out of the gate.

"See them?"

"More than see." Miara raised her head as she felt the air stir. "That's Rumble for sure."

"Yeah, I figured." Prowl stared out at the far-off figures. From where the Autobots stood, they couldn't make out the individual features of the four Decepticons, but their movements were easy enough to interpret. Rumble's trademark weapons were pounding the ground, hollow thumps echoing loudly enough to reach the audio sensors of any Cybertronian passing the eastern sector.

"What in the name of Primus is that idiot doin'?" Ironhide narrowed his optics. "Tryin' to start a quake?"

"Maybe he's trying to lure you out, Miara." Bumblebee held out a hand to allow the Teron to climb up onto his shoulder. "Or he thinks you're nearby and is trying to get your attention."

"Well, he got it. But does Rumble really think I'd run toward him if he was advertising his presence like that?"

"He might think you're out scoutin', Sandstorm," Ironhide said. "My guess is he wants you to alert us."

"Makes sense," Bumblebee agreed. "They're out too far to be heard, but Miara would feel those vibrations in no time."

"And I can still feel them." Miara frowned. "But if Rumble is trying to get our attention to what he and the others are doing out there..."

"... then it's probably a distraction," Ironhide growled. "Jazz, come in. Anything happening?"

"Not as far as I know. Why?"

"We think the Decepticons out by the eastern gate are just tryin' to get our attention."

"All gates report in now!" Jazz commanded.

"Front gate is clear."

"Back gate is clear."

"Gate one in the western sector is clear."

One by one, the reports came back. While a few more guards reported Decepticons some distance beyond Iacon's boundaries, no one could report said Decepticons as doing anything other than just being present. Indeed, it seemed as though only Rumble was doing anything other than making himself seen and by the time the last of the guards confirmed all was clear, Rumble had ceased his noise and retreated out of sight along with the rest of his group.

"Anyone want to tell me just what they were up to?"

"I'm still not sure about that, Bumblebee." Prowl's optics were still fixed on where the Decepticons had been standing. "Hey, Miara, you pick any trace of anyone else?"

"No, but I've been monitoring the skies. Laserbeak still hasn't shown back up and the Decepticon scouting parties are probably going to report directly to Megatron."

"What about Soundwave?"

"I haven't smelled or felt him anywhere close by."

"So, the scouting parties are staying out of range yet they're allowing themselves to be seen, and Megatron's best spy hasn't put his talents to good use." Ironhide tapped a ped against the ground. "If Optimus is right and Megatron is lookin' for somethin' in Iacon, he's doin' a pretty poor job of it."

"Optimus also mentioned what Ratchet said," Prowl reminded him. "Megatron could simply want us on edge and leave us guessing bout his next attack. And if we run ourselves ragged trying to figure out his schemes, all the better."

"It does make sense," Miara said. "We have energon to keep Iacon running for now, but it won't last forever. And if we end up running through the reserves we keep for the space bridge, we'll be in real trouble. Granted, Megatron doesn't know about that, but he has to know that even Iacon doesn't have an endless supply of energon. If he wants us run down, he'll have to attack before we have the chance to refuel."

"You're right, Miara. Bumblebee, you and Little Sandstorm there better report back to Prime and let him know everything. With any luck, we may be able to guess when the Decepticons will attack Iacon."

"Right. C'mon, Miara, let's go."

"I'll stay alert for anyone approaching the skies."

"You do that, Sandstorm." Ironhide waved at his troops. "Spread out over the walkway and patrol the walkway between here and the front gates. And if you have to shoot a Decepticon, try to clip his wings!" Ironhide paused, then added,

"Unless it's Starcream. Do whatever you have to do to shut him up."

The cry of "yes sir" could only be described as extremely enthusiastic.
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"...and after that, we alternated between each gate. But every time a Decepticon party showed up, they stayed away from Iacon and didn't care about us seeing them."

"Yes, I know." Optimus stood in front of his computer, rubbing his chin as he viewed the reports sent in over the course of the solar cycle. "I think Ratchet was correct in that Megatron wants us on high alert and I also think that you were in correct in noting the timeframe regarding our energon supplies, Miara."

The Teron smiled at the Prime's words, nibbling down the last bit of rockfish from her evening meal "Do you think Megatron is after energon, Optimus?"

"I've no doubt the Decepticons would raid our energon supplies in an astrosecond if they could. For all I know, Iacon's energon supplies- and indeed, the city itself- could be all that Megatron wants. But..." Optimus sighed. "I have a bad feeling that he's after something else. I just don't know what."

"If he's not after the humans, do you think he knows we have access to a space bridge?"

Optimus was silent for a few kilks, but Miara could almost hear his processing unit at work. "I think," the Prime finally said, "that we are going to have a lot to talk about with President Gilligrass next solar cycle."

Miara grinned. "You have a plan, don't you?"

"I do. But given that it could potentially put our guests in danger if we're not careful, I need to give it more thought as well as clear it with the President and the humans at NASA."

"Can I do anything?"

"Yes. You can get some rest."

Miara climbed into Optimus's servo without protest, but couldn't stop the disappointment from creeping over her face when the Prime set her gently into a basket of warm sand covered with a clean cloth. "What about you?"

"I still have work to do, I'm afraid." Optimus switched the screen on his monitor to a view of some of Cybertron's gates. Despite the lateness of the hour, Autobot guards continued their patrols. Miara watched as a group of new guards relived the Autobots standing by the front gates.

"I can still help them if they need me."

"I know you can, Miara, but you need more recharge than a Cybertronian and you've been working all day."

"I don't mind." Miara stifled a yawn. "Really, I don't."

"You don't need to tell me, Little Sandstorm; you've done nothing but make me proud since the day I brought you to Cybertron. We'll need your skills again soon, so you must be rested and ready."

Miara nodded, curling up on the sand and relishing the heat. "Optimus?"

"Yes, Miara?"

"Can you tell me the story about the Benevolous Bridge?"

"Again?" Optimus asked, a smile evident in his voice.

"Please?"

"Alright." Optimus sat down on his recharge berth so that he could see both Miara and his monitor. Running a finger over Miara's back, Optimus began his tale.

"Long ago, before the Great War, I worked as a data clerk at the Hall of Records. One day..."

Miara closed her eyes, savoring her guardian's loving touch and his gentle voice. Optimus's words faded away as the Teron fell into slumber, but before she did, the little Teron was certain she could see the great bridge Optimus had helped build with the Cybertronian Jetfire. Beyond it lay the calm of the Alpha Preserve, a place she and Optimus both loved.

Maybe we can show it to the humans. Miara sighed, a smile on her face as sleep claimed her. Beside her, Optimus continued his story, knowing his sparkling wasn't awake to hear the ending, but happy to tell her all the same.

Chapter Text

"And that should do it."

Bud sat still as Ratchet removed the diodes from his chest. Looking down, Bud was pleased to see not even the slightest hint of a mark on his skin.

"You know, when I had to get an EKG at NASA, they ripped half the hair off my chest doing that."

"Thankfully, I have some experience in that regard," Ratchet answered. "Teron fur is thick and necessary; altering some of my medical equipment for Miara gave me something of a leg up working with you." Ratchet leaned down, carefully scanning Bud's chest and head once more. "You're clear to leave, Bud."

"Uh, yeah, about that." Bud clutched at the sheet covering his lower body. "I know this may come as a shock to you, Doctor, but we humans generally don't walk around in just our skin."

"I noticed you covered yourselves," Ratchet answered as he tended to Lenny. "Is that for warmth or for protection, given how delicate your skin is?"

"Both. But more than that, we're legally obligated not to go around naked in public."

"I should say not," Lenny groused. "Common decency is what it is!"

"Hmmm. Does it bother you that Cybertronians don't wear cloth clothing on the regular?"

"Nah. It's really only a law for humans," Chad replied. "Plus, with all your different colors, you look like you're dressed."

"But you do have some type of clothing?" Bud asked.

"Autobots of high ranks have certain garments tailored for them," Ratchet explained as he removed the medical diodes from Lenny's chest. "Take Optimus, for example. As the Prime, he has a specially made cape, as do several of his officers. Such decor, though, is reserved for holidays or formal occasions. Other than that, though, we don't bother. And I had to remove your clothing in order to examine you properly."

"We're used to that; human doctors do the same."

"Well, medical necessity aside, I would rather be decent before going anywhere, thank you very much," Lenny insisted as Ratchet finished examining him.

"Wouldn't mind a shower either," Chad added, running a hand through his blond hair. "Amazing how dirty you can feel just laying around."

"Lucky for you, I do have a bathing facility here in Med Bay. I can fill some containers with water for you; they'll more tailored for you than our showers. I hope you don't mind using the same soap Miara uses to clean her fur; it should work well for you."

"Actually, we have soap on our ship. The bath would be appreciated though."

"Very well." Ratchet finished checking over Chad. "I'll fill the basins and then fetch supplies from your ship."

"Er, could you possibly put a curtain up around the baths?" Lenny asked.

"If you would prefer."

"We would."

Ratchet nodded and set about his work. Several minutes later, three tubs of steaming water stood in a curtained section of the Med Bay. The medic departed the room to fetch hygiene supplies and clothing from the astronauts' rocket, allowing Bud, Lenny, and Chad to leave their beds at their leisure. Wrapping the sheet around his waist, Bud swung his legs over the side of his bed and rose to his feet. Though he wobbled a bit at first, Bud was relieved that he didn't sway or stumble. His face still ached and his legs were a little stiff, but overall, he felt a lot better. Bud made his way over to the basins, dipping his hand in one to check the water's temperature. Finding it hot, but pleasantly so, Bud allowed the sheet to fall from his body and climbed into the water. Stretching out, Bud felt his sore muscles beginning to loosen and he floated serenely atop the water.

"Oh yeah, my own private hot tub." Lenny had taken his place in the second basin. "Mmmm, I'm asking Dr. Ratchet if I can take one of these back with me too."

"Pretty sure you can get these on Earth." Chad was already lathering away at his hair. "But yeah, I'm leanin' more toward Cybertronian technology myself."

"Chad, what are you putting on your head?"

"Oh, I took Dr. Ratchet's offer on using some of Miara's soap."

"You did what?"

"Hey, if it works. And besides, you saw how shiny Miara's fur is."

"She's an animal."

"No, she's a Teron." Chad rolled his eyes at Lenny. "Besides, you're telling me you've never used your dog's shampoo at least once in your life?"

"Of course not! Why would I? And for that matter, why would you?"

"It keeps the fleas away."

"I don't think they have fleas here!"

"Alright, alright, that's enough!" Bud sighed and sank a little farther down into the hot water. "Lenny, let Chad use whatever soap he wants. And Chad, try not to rub it in Lenny's face if you end up with extra glossy hair."

"I make no promises."

Bud shook his head, but said nothing else as he continued to soak in the tub. He heard the door to the Med Bay slide open and Ratchet's footsteps approached the curtain.

"Will these items suffice? They were all in the same section of your ship I assumed was your grooming chamber."

Bud looked down as Ratchet's metal fingers slid a few items under the curtain. Peering over the edge of his bathtub, Bud saw that the medic had brought a few cakes of soap still wrapped in paper, a bottle of shampoo, hair and tooth brushes, toothpaste, a razor, and three folded uniforms.

"Yes, thank you." Bud was already reaching for soap and the shampoo bottle.

"What about towels?" Lenny asked.

"Towels?"

"To dry off."

"No need. When you've finished bathing, step onto the platform behind you and flick the switch on your left. You'll be dried instantly."

"Really?" Bud glanced behind him at the platform Ratchet had indicated. "Huh, that'll cut down on the time we need to get ready. How long do we have before our meeting with the president?"

"Take the time you need, but the sooner Optimus can meet with your president, the better. We still need to work out how to get you home and with the threat of the Decepticons, that's going to be tricky. But I think Optimus has an idea of how to handle the situation."

"Then we'd better get a move on."

Bud quickly scrubbed his hair and body, relived to feel the sweat and dirt from the past few days leaving his body. Running a hand over his face, Bud ran the razor carefully over his cheeks and chin. Difficult as the task was without a mirror, Bud managed to rid himself of most of his facial stubble without nicking himself and he passed the razor over to Lenny before getting out of the basin. Water streamed from his body as Bud stepped onto the drying platform, but no sooner had Bud turned the machine on than warmth enveloped him and the water was all but sucked away.

"Whoa. Forget the tub, Chad; we need one of these at NASA."

"You sure? Your hair looks ridiculous."

Bud reached up and felt that his clean hair had indeed fluffed out from his scalp. "Yeah, well, that's what a brush is for." Stepping off the platform, Bud located one of the uniforms Ratchet had brought for him. A simple shirt and pants made of flexible spandex, the silver material was a bit tight, but not constricting enough to be a bother. A pair of soft slide-on shoes were included and Bud stepped back out into the Med Bay fully dressed.

"You wouldn't happen to have a sink and a mirror, would you?" he asked as Ratchet knelt down to look at him.

"I have something that might help." Ratchet held out a hand.

"Er, sorry, but I don't see anything."

"No," Ratchet said with a laugh. "Climb up. I'll have to help you."

"Oh." Bud blinked in surprise. "All right." Feeling a bit embarrassed, Bud pulled himself into Ratchet's palm and the medic lifted him a good distance from the ground and walked him over to a counter.

"My sterilizing station should work; it leads right into our drainage system," the medic said, setting Bud gently on the metal surface. "And can you see your reflection over here?" Ratchet pointed to a shiny surface on the wall.

"Yes. And my hair does look ridiculous." Still, Bud was able to brush his hair into a much neater state than before. Brushing his teeth over the massive drain was a bit awkward, but he managed. The absence of water didn't bother Bud either; he and his astronauts were used to water restrictions while in space and Bud was actually happy to have the taste of the minty toothpaste linger in his mouth. Autobot medical care was advanced, sure, but he doubted they knew much about dental hygiene or breath fresheners.

"Finished?"

"Yes, thanks." Bud allowed Ratchet to place him back down on the floor. "At least I look decent enough for a meeting with the president."

"I think your president will just be happy to see you out of bed," Ratchet answered as Lenny and Chad emerged from behind the curtain, both of them already trying to flatten their hair into place. Ratchet helped them both up on the counter so that they could attend to their hair and teeth. Soon enough, all three astronauts stood together and Bud had to admit that yes, Chad's hair did indeed look exceptionally glossy. Thankfully, aside from a rather smug grin, Chad said nothing on the subject and turned his attention to Ratchet as the medic spoke up.

"Right, we're going to communicate with NASA from the main room in our headquarters. You can follow me or, if you'd prefer, I could carry you on my shoulder armor."

"No, we'll walk. We've been laying still for days, so it'll be nice to move around again."

"I'm sure. Still, given your size, stay close to me and try avoid surprising anyone."

"Aren't most of your Autobots used to Miara running around? She's smaller than us." Chad asked as the three astronauts followed Ratchet out of the Med Bay.

"That she is, but Miara has spent her whole life here on Cybertron. Autobots are accustomed to her, yes, but she is just as accustomed to them. They know how to interact with each other, but no one here is used to humans yet."

"Fair point," Bud said. "C'mon, you two."

Ratchet led the humans into the massive hallway and though he tried to walk slower than usual, the three astronauts did have to almost trot to keep up with him. Still, Bud managed to observe the gleaming metal walls and floors that stretched far above his head with an awed eye. Given how big the Autobots were, it only made sense that their buildings would be bigger.

At least none of the Autobots are bigger than the Empire State Building.

At least, Bud hoped not.

Despite Ratchet's warning, the small group encountered no other Autobots in the hallway. The main room of the headquarters, however, was a different story. From the minute the three astronauts stepped into the room, their eyes were met with at least twenty massive robots of different colors and designs. A hulking red Autobot stood off to the left, his metal body covered in small dents and a heavy piece of artillery strapped across his broad back. Next to him was a silvery robot with a black head and what looked like blue shades covering his eyes. In the middle of the room, Optimus Prime stood towering over a smaller yellow Autobot with tiny horns on the side of his head. Though the yellow Autobot was a good deal smaller than Optimus, he still dwarfed Bud and his men by at least ten feet. One by one, the Autobots turned to stare at the humans, curiosity radiating off of them like heat from a fire.

"Ahh, good morning, my friends." Optimus Prime had turned in their direction. Miara was once again perched on the Autobot leader's shoulder and she waved enthusiastically to the humans as Bud returned the greeting.

"Good morning, Optimus Prime, everyone. Thank you for your hospitality."

"We were glad to help you. Autobots!" Optimus held up a hand. "I would like to introduce you all to Bud Shuckworth, Lenny Shanks, and Chad Showler. They are human astronauts from the planet Earth and we will be helping them return to their home."

"Hopefully not in that ship of yours." Bud looked up to see a silvery-white robot standing off to the right side of the room. Like Optimus, he had a plate over his mouth, but his accent sounded faintly like that of a native of Brooklyn. The Autobot's blue eyes, framed by a pair of short horizontal horns sprouting from his head, were alight with concern. "No offense to you guys, but how that thing managed to get off the ground, let alone make it through space, was a miracle. You were lucky to survive that crash."

"Hey, our best scientists worked on that rocket for years!" Lenny protested. "And anyway, it was the asteroids that caused us to crash!"

"He's gotta point, Wheeljack," the silver Autobot with shades spoke up, a clear chuckle in his smooth voice. "Even we gotta watch out for debris in the Ark."

"Yeah, well, the Ark was built to withstand an asteroid storm. I saw to that myself. Your ship," Wheeljack turned back to look at the humans, "looked like it had already been through a beating before the asteroids caused you to crash."

"Actually, you're not wrong," Chad admitted. "We had a little run-in with an alien species called Vermicious Knids and let me tell you, those things are vicious."

"What in the name of Primus is a Vermicious Knid?" the hulking red robot asked, his words tinged with a somewhat twangy accent that only barely concealed the gruffness underneath.

"From the information given to us from the humans, Vermicious Knids are a race of organic creatures from a galaxy far from both Cybertron and Earth." Optimus turned his attention to a massive computer screen dangling from the ceiling and tapped on a keyboard set directly under it. Almost immediately, a picture of a Vermicious Knid- supplied to NASA by Willy Wonka- popped up on screen. A hush fell over the Autobots as they stared at the slimy, red-eyed creature in all its egg-shaped glory. On Optimus's shoulder, Miara raised herself up a bit, peering at the picture.

"Its eyes are red," the Teron commented softly.

"Yeah, that thing would fit in with the Decepticons alright," the big red Autobot replied with a scowl. "And I thought Frenzy was an ugly little thing."

"Unfortunately, these Vermicious Knids are just as dangerous as Decepticons to organic creatures," Optimus replied. Reaching up, the Autobot leader plucked Miara from his shoulder and held her close to his chest as he continued,

"These creatures attacked Bud and his crew some time ago in the hopes of consuming them, am I correct?"

"They did. We recently launched a hotel into space and we were worried about that blowing up, so we didn't send anyone up with it." Lenny glanced at Wheeljack. "The Space Hotel USA launched successfully, by the way."

"Glad to hear it," Wheeljack replied. "Mind explainin' what a hotel is?"

"A place humans can stay at temporarily, usually when they go on vacation," Chad answered.

"I presume you know what a vacation is?" Lenny added.

"Lenny," Bud warned.

"Vacations on Cybertron are rare these days," the Autobot with the eye shades said in a more solemn tone. "Not many have the opportunity to relax with the threat of Decepticons hangin' over their helms."

"Oh..." Lenny looked abashed. "Sorry about that."

"Eh, no offense taken," the shaded Autobot replied with a shrug. "Just count yourselves lucky you're not in the same situation."

"And you won't be, if we have anything to say on the matter." Optimus was already nodding at the computer screen. "President Gilligrass is coming through. Would you three like to come up here for a better view?' Optimus indicated the counter just below the keyboard.

"That would be better."

Optimus leaned down and held out his left hand, still cradling Miara against him with his right hand. Due to his size, the Autobot leader's had was able to fit all three humans in his palm at once. The other Autobots turned to face the monitor as Optimus allowed the humans and Miara to step down from his hands safely onto the sturdy surface just below the monitor. The little Teron stood upright, her tail resting easily on the counter as she stood beside the humans. Though she was barely half Bud's height, Miara stood just as proudly as the other Autobots as she watched the picture on the screen become clear.

"Good morning, President Gilligrass. I hope we find you well."

"Yes, Optimus Prime, we here at NASA are just fine." President Gilligrass's eyes quickly focused in on the three astronauts. 'Shuckworth, Showler, Shanks! Good to see you back on your feet!"

"Good to be talking to you, Mr. President." Bud saluted his country's leader, Lenny and Chad following suit. "And believe me, we wouldn't be if not for Optimus Prime and his Autobots."

"I'm just glad we were able to help you," Optimus answered, Miara nodding enthusiastically in agreement. "And now we must help you get home. Unfortunately, the situation here on Cybertron has gotten a bit more hazardous."

"How do you mean?" the president asked.

"Jazz? Your report please."

The shaded Autobot stepped forward. "First Lieutenant Jazz at your service. During the previous solar cycle, two Decepticons were seen outside of Iacon's front gates. They made no effort to conceal themselves and while they fired shots in our direction, they did not engage in battle. Rather, they retreated immediately. However, we can confirm that Megatron, leader of the Decepticons, was observing the interaction."

"How can you confirm that, Lieutenant Jazz?" Christopher Calverton asked, his face swimming into view despite the president's annoyance.

"Miara?" Jazz glanced down at the Teron.

"I was able to sense the presence of a Decepticon scout called Laserbeak. He is often utilized by Megatron to spy on us, especially if we are engaged in battle."

"You sensed him?" Vice President Ms. Tibbs asked, her eyes wide. "My goodness, you were out fighting these Decepticons?"

"As I mentioned, Miara is one of our best scouts," Optimus said, a note of pride in his voice as he ran a finger over the Teron's back. "While she is unable to fight a Decepticon directly, there are few who can escape her notice."

"Miara was also the one who first sensed you on Mars," the smaller yellow Autobot said, nodding at the three humans.

"How did you do that, dear?" Ms. Tibbs asked.

"I can feel vibrations in the air." Miara gestured to her long stiff ears. "I sensed your rocket on Mars and even though I couldn't see Laserbeak when Starscream and Thundercracker attacked today, I could feel him. Megatron was watching us."

"Bumblebee, please report your findings as well." Optimus nodded at the yellow and aptly named Autobot.

"Miara and I patrolled the perimeter of Iacon during the previous solar cycle. While no other Decepticons approached the gates, other guards reported seeing teams of Decepticon scouts outside of Iacon's gates. As per Miara, Laserbeak was not present."

"So that means Megatron wasn't watching you any longer," Christopher said thoughtfully.

"Thank you, Calverton, I think we all came to that conclusion," President Gilligrass snapped.

"But wouldn't he want to spy on you?" Christopher asked.

"I'm sure Megatron is indeed keeping a close optic on Iacon," Optimus answered. "Bumblebee and Miara also reported in that one of the Decepticon teams seemed to be working quite hard to get our attention."

"Rumble."

"Who?" Lenny glanced over at Miara.

"Rumble; he's a Decepticon who specializes in demolition. He spent several kilks pounding the ground like he was trying to start a quake." Miara rubbed her left ear. "I wouldn't have been able to ignore him if I tried."

"And yet, no attacks." The big red Autobot looked a bit disappointed. "Not yet, anyway."

"No and I don't think they will for a while yet," Optimus said. "Right now, Megatron has the element of surprise on his side and he knows it. But I think there's something we can do to force his servo."

"His... erm, what did you have in mind?" President Gilligrass asked.

"I mentioned our recent scouting mission to the planet you called Mars. Aside from rescuing your wounded soldiers, we were able to obtain a good quantity of crystalized minerals that we have managed to convert into energon. Because of this, we have kept Iacon running at full capacity, but even that energon won't last forever. Megatron knows we have energon in the city, but he doesn't know how much we have. Therefore, I propose we power down a good portion of Iacon after sunset."

"Ahh, we're gonna make Megtron think we've run out of energon, then?" the red Autobot asked.

"Exactly, Ironhide. I think if Megatron believes we are starting to run low on energon, he won't resist being able to attack."

"All well and good, but how does that help us?" President Gilligrass asked.

"I think I know," Bud spoke up, looking at the gathered Autobots. "You're thinking that if you can engage the Decepticon in battle and win, they'll be too focused on putting themselves back together to focus on you using a space bridge."

"That is my hope," Optimus answered with a nod. "I know it's a risky plan. We have a good number of civilians inside Iacon already and this plan could put you in danger as well. Therefore," Optimus met Presiden Gilligrass's eyes, "I will only move forward with this plan if you and NASA are fully on board, President Gilligrass."

"I... welll.... ahem, er... Shuckworth, what is your opinion on this matter?"

"I have faith in Optimus Prime's plan, sir," Bud answered. "Turning the element of surprise on its head is something our armed forces do all the time."

"Darn straight we do!" The Head of the Army called off screen.

"Hush, you!" Ms. Tibbs snapped back.

"And if you have civilians to protect, I presume you will ensure my men and I will also be kept somewhere safe during this attack?" Bud asked.

"You have my word."

"That's good enough for me. Plus, the sooner the Decepticons are preoccupied with their own problems, the sooner we can get back to Earth."

"And the less chance of them finding out about Earth too," Chad added.

"Then I will sign off on this plan of yours, Optimus Prime," President Gilligrass replied. "When do you think the Decepticons will attack?"

"If I had to hazard a guess, I would say within the next two solar cycles. If Megatron thinks we are running low on energon, he will do what he can to obtain our remaining supply."

"If we can spare any, we should let Megatron or one of the other Decepticons get away with an energon cube or two," Miara said. "If they think that's all we're trying to protect, they may not bother trying to force their way past Iacon's gates to search for anything else. That would reduce the risk of them obtaining any information about Earth."

"Excellent idea, Miara. Jazz, can you have two energon cubes at the ready?"

"Better than that, Prime; I can fill them with watered down energon. They won't notice till they're back at their base."

"Even better if ya make it look like we were tryin' to hide the cubes," Wheeljack added. "The Decepticons might even mistake it for high quality energon and try to use it to power their ship."

"So long as it keeps them away from Iacon for a good while." Optimus nodded at President Gilligrass. "As I said, I'm not sure when the Decepticons will attack, but I will do my best to give you daily reports. I only ask that you do not attempt to contact us unless there is an emergency on your end that we must know about. Anything to keep knowledge of your home hidden from Megatron."

"Understood." President Gilligrass sat up a bit straighter. "Is there anything we can send back to you once this is over?"

"The offer is much appreciated, President Gilligrass, but I cannot accept anything that would deprive your planet."

"Oh no, we have plenty of reserves. Perhaps some good quality oil?" At the president's suggestion, many of the Autobots perked up eagerly.

"That would be very much appreciated, President Gilligrass. For now, though, let's focus on ensuring we can get your men safely home."

"Understood. Good luck and Godspeed, Optimus Prime." The screen went blank and Optimus turned to face his fellow Autobots, several of whom were whispering among themselves.

"Missive are to be sent out throughout Iacon today announcing the powering down of at least three major buildings in each sector of the city. The main transport line will also be made unavailable until further notice. Jazz?"

"Yes, Prime?"

"Ensure we have a full rotation of guards at every gate. Draw up a schedule so that everyone gets proper energon rations and recharge."

"Yes, sir."

"A Decepticon attack could come at any time. Ironhide, your crew needs to make sure the civilians are safe and off the streets starting next solar cycle, emergencies notwithstanding."

"Will do."

"Ratchet?"

"Med Bay is stocked and staff will be ready, Optimus."

"Good. In the meantime, let's help Iacon prepare for battle. Energon supplies need to be secured and rations distributed to the civilians. Any non-essential business must be conducted before sunset, no exceptions. Fortify the gates and see to your weapons." Optimus glanced around the room once more. "Roll out, Autobots!"

"Yes, sir!"

Despite their massive sizes, the Autobots were quick on their feet and soon only Optimus and Bumblebee remained in the room alongside Bud, Lenny, Chad, and Miara.

"Right, Bumblebee, Miara, are you ready?"

"Ready for what?" Lenny asked suspiciously.

"This may be our only opportunity to give you a tour of Iacon."

"Really? I'd love to see your city!" Chad exclaimed.

"We'd love to show it to you," Miara answered, her tail wagging. "Iacon's a wonderful place."

"I'm sure, but how do you know Megatron and his Decepticons aren't going to attack today?" Lenny asked.

"I can't know for certain, but I think Megatron wants us to worry for a little while longer. Today might be the only day we can show you around Iacon in relative safety," Optimus told them.

Bud glanced over at his companions and then at Miara. The Teron nodded at him, a huge grin spreading across her furry face. Bud felt a smile of his own steal across his face as he looked back up at Optimus and Bumblebee.

"Let's roll out!"

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"I can't wait for you to see Iacon," Miara said as she slid from Optimus's hand onto the floor. Beside her, the three humans followed suit, looking a little more comfortable at being ferried to and from higher places in an Autobot's hand.

"I can't wait to see it." Bud frowned slightly. "Pity the only camera we have is attached to our ship."

"If you need pictures, we can send them to you no problem," Bumblebee assured him. "We're going to send them to NASA anyway, right, Optimus?"

"Indeed. And in return, they will provide us with visual depictions of Earth."

"Will we get to see your homes?" Miara asked, trotting beside Bud as the group headed out of the room.

"Uh, well, my friends and I live at NASA headquarters now, but if you'd like, I can send you some pictures of where I grew up."

"Please! I'd love to see it." Miara smiled up at the astronaut. "You said you came from a place called Nebraska, right?"

"Yes. It's a state in the middle of the country. Not a very exciting place, but my neighborhood was quite pleasant, all things considered."

"Do you miss it?"

"Sometimes. I've been back to visit and the place has barely changed. I'm actually kind of happy about that; the familiarity is nice. Although," Bud paused as the group passed by a window overlooking Iacon. "I've always wanted to see big cities and yours puts even New York to shame."

"New York?" Miara tilted her head. "Is that your capitol city?"

"No, that would be Washington D.C.," Lenny replied. "But when most people think of America, New York City is one of the first places that comes to mind."

"And each of your countries has a capital, right?" Miara asked. "How many are there?"

"A lot. And there are still parts of Earth we haven't discovered yet."

"There are parts of Cybertron that remain a mystery to us as well," Optimus said as he led the three humans farther down the hallway. "One day, I would like to learn more about our home, but for now, we must focus on the situation at hand. Iacon is the only major city that can stand against the Decepticons' attacks, as well as providing shelter and energon for any refugees."

"Refugees?"

"Some bots live farther away from Iacon and struggle to find energon," Miara answered. "If they didn't come here, they'd be in danger of attacked by the Decepticons and having whatever energon they did find taken."

"But if there are more people in Iacon, don't you have enough men to wipe out the Decepticons for good?"

"Not every bot on Cybertron has joined the cause," Bumblebee replied. "Some prefer to stay neutral and just live the best lives they can."

"Which, unfortunately, is getting harder these days," Optimus said. "If a bot chooses not to officially align themselves with the Decepticons, Megatron automatically views them as an Autobot and thus, an enemy."

"Thankfully, we've managed to house those in need of help," Miara said proudly. "And we can still shelter more bots if we need to, right, Optimus?"

"Iacon is open to all, so long as they mean no harm to the citizens of Cybertron."

"Which, unfortunately, the Decepticons do," Bumblebee said before adding with a chuckle,

"Unless they're headed for Maccadam's Old Oil House."

"I thought you said Decepticons wouldn't get past Iacon's gates," Lenny protested.

"No Decepticon soldiers," Optimus clarified. "Just as there are Autobot civilians in Iacon, there are bots who align themselves with Decepticon views, but do not desire to formally serve Megatron."

"So there are Decepticons who aren't all bad?"

"Indeed there are." Optimus's voice was heavy and he paused as the group reached the front doors of the Great Dome. Miara followed Optimus's glance to a good distance away, where a massive bridge stood gleaming in the sunlight. The little Teron gently nuzzled her head against the top of the Prime's ped in sympathy. Optimus snapped out of his thoughts, giving his sparkling a fond look before addressing the group once more.

"Right, Miara and Bud, you're with me. Lenny and Chad, you're going with Bumblebee."

"What do you-"

Miara covered her mouth to suppress her laughter as both Optimus and Bumblebee shifted into their alt forms. In the space of a few astroseconds, there stood a massive red transporter and a smaller yellow commercial vehicle where the two Autobots had been standing.

"C'mon!" Miara jumped into Optimus's cab, giggling as she felt the metal of the door bend to help her up. "This way, Bud!"

"You... you..."

"Pretty amazing, huh?" Bumblebee laughed as he swung his own front door open. "C'mon in; we don't bite!"

"But... how...?" Had Lenny's jaw stretched any farther, it would have been on the floor.

"The ability to transform is one every Cybtertronian possesses," Optimus explained. "It is a method of camouflage inherit to our species. Every bot selects an alternate vehicle form suitable to their body size. We can select different alternate modes of transport depending on our environment so long as our mass can accommodate it."

"I see," Bud said as he approached Optimus's open door. "So if you were to end up on, say, Earth, you would select an alt form that would blend in with our vehicles."

"Exactly."

"Oh boy, the president's gonna have a field day with this," Lenny muttered. Miara watched as he and Chad climbed into Bumblebee's interior and then scooted over to make room for Bud. Optimus's door shut as the astronaut settled in next to the Teron.

"Everyone ready?"

"Ready here, Optimus." Bumblebee's voice came in clearly through Optimus's radio.

"Hey, this isn't uncomfortable for you guys, right?" Chad asked.

"Why would it be?" Bumblebee asked.

"Uh, well, we're inside you."

"We are accustomed to carrying our friends, if needs be," Optimus answered in an amused tone. "And believe me, you're a lot lighter than an average bot. Now then." Optimus's engine roared to life. "Let's roll."

Side by side, the two Autobots drove away from the Great Dome and onto the streets of Iacon. As usual for an average day in the city, there were a good many Cybertronians hard at work, but Miara noted there seemed to be a greater sense of urgency in everyone's stride as they walked to and from the various buildings.

"Whoa." Miara turned to see Bud looking behind them. "Is that where we came from?" The astronaut's eyes were fixed on the massive curved structure settled in the city like a great orange moon hovering over the street. Even as Optimus and Bumblebee continued on their course away from the building, they seemed to put no distance between it and them.

"The Great Dome," Optimus clarified. "It serves not just as the Autobot military base, but as the home for most of Iacon's citizens. Thousand of bots have found refuge there and many more will likely come to us in time."

"And those are the Celestial Spires." Miara pointed at three spear-like buildings just visible though the textured surface of the Great Dome. "Before the war, that's where the Council of Elders met."

"Council of Elders? Oh, you mentioned wanting a new Senate, right, Optimus?"

"Yes." Optimus's voice grew heavy. "Our Council was part of the Autobot Elders who made up the Senate and for a time, they were the ruling body of Iacon."

"I'm guessing that didn't last," Lenny asked, his voice wary through the radio.

"Not once the war started," Bumblebee answered. "When Megatron began his attacks and the Decepticons showed how dangerous they were, the Council handed over control of Iacon to Prime and he's been our leader ever since."

"And because you hold the Matrix of Leadership, you're in charge of all of Cybertron," Miara added, nestling against her seat. As she did, Bud could have sworn he saw the material shift and stroke through Miara's fur.

"There's a bit more to the story, but yes, that is the general idea." Optimus's amused chuckle faded as he added,

"Believe me, being granted the Matrix of Leadership was an honor I never expected and one I never asked for. A heavy destiny to be sure, but it has granted me so much. I just hope I can give some of that back to my home and my people."

"You already do."

"Miara's right, Prime; I don't know where we'd be without you."

"Thank you, Bumblebee and you too, Miara. But don't sell yourselves short; you have both played a part in the history of Cybertron, as have all the Autobots. And the same goes to our human friends."

"Us? What did we do?" Chad asked.

"You have introduced us to the human race and the planet Earth, proving we have allies and friends among the stars. In times of war, the offer of friendship is just as precious a resource as energon."

"Yes, well, it's quite a relief to meet beings from a different planet who aren't planning on eating us," Lenny said. "I doubt the Vermicious Knids could do anything against you."

"Which is why I'm glad your president took me up on my offer to clear those creatures out from your hotel. Once we get you back home, we'll have to plan a mission to that location that won't attract Megatron's attention."

"Good idea." Bud sat up as the Autobots approached a new location. "Whoa, what's this?"

"Trion Square," Miara answered as Optimus and Bumblebee halted to allow their human passengers to get a look at the large expanse.

"Would you like a closer look?"

"Sure!"

"Optimus and Bumblebee opened their doors and Miara, Bud, Lenny, and Chad climbed out onto the warm metal ground. The two Autobots quickly transformed back into their default robot modes and the group walked out into the middle of the huge area. Aside from a good view of the Celestial Spires, two other massive buildings flanked the square with Autobots of various sizes hurrying back and forth into the buildings. Some paused to glance curiously at the humans or to gaze with slight reverence in Optimus's direction before returning to their tasks.

"Everyone seems pretty busy today," Chad noted.

"Iacon's always busy," Miara answered. "But yes, because of the planned blackout today, we're making sure our civilians are safe and have enough supplies to outlast a possible siege."

"How long do you think it'll be before he attacks Iacon?"

"Megatron's careful, but he won't wait too long," Bumblebee replied. "The Decepticons have some energon stores, but they don't have a reliable way to stockpile extra resources. Like Optimus said, the Decepticon army can't get past our gates, but every so often, one or two scouts manage to slip in and raid our supplies."

"Which ended up being a really bad idea for Starscream and Thundercracker," Miara said. "They'll probably be eager to settle the score. Starscream especially."

"Not that bright, is he?"

"Starscream is far from unintelligent, but he is very impulsive," Optimus said. The Prime crossed his arms, his optics narrowed as he gazed out across the square at one of the large buildings. "Perhaps it would be best to make it appear as though we were in the process of moving energon supplies when the Decepticons attack."

"Like we were caught off-guard, you mean?"

"Exactly, Bumblebee. Let Megatron think we were unprepared for the blackout rather than the cause of it."

"Will he fall for that plan?"

"I think he will, Bud." Optimus gestured at the building he was looking at. "That is the Iacon Medical Center. It's more of a training ground for our medics these days, but we have been able to store a good many supplies there, including energon. Allowing Megatron to catch us moving what he believes to be our backup reserves from the Medical Center will lend more credence to the charade."

"And will reinforce the idea that the only thing we're hiding is extra energon!" Miara's tail wagged excitedly. "Like Jazz said, they won't realize we're giving them fake energon until after they've retreated."

"Great, glad to hear it, the Decepticons are going to be furious." Lenny raised an eyebrow at the Autobots. "Don't you think that will encourage Megatron to come back for another attack?"

"You let us worry about that. I promise we are not going to let you return to Earth until we're certain we can do so without Megatron knowing." Optimus's tone was reassuring, but from the expression on everyone's faces, it was clear that the Prime had more in mind than just tricking the Decepticons. Miara moved a bit closer to Optimus, feeling a flicker of fear run through her at what she knew was soon to come.

"What's that building?" Chad pointed to the second structure overlooking Trion Square.

"That is the Hall of Records, where the history of all of Cybertron is kept." Optimus paused for an astrosecond. "I used to work there before I took on my role as Prime."

"Really?"

"Yes. Before the Great War began, we here in Iacon mainly concerned ourselves with the history of Cybertron and the general improvement of the lives of our people. I myself was lucky enough to directly contribute to Iacon's well-being."

Optimus turned to look past the buildings and further out into the city. Following his gaze, Miara once again saw the outline of the Benevolous Bridge stretching out to the Alpha Preserve. Though the beloved park couldn't be seen from their vantage point, the Teron knew that there were probably a good many Autobots enjoying the peace and quiet of the park while they could. Before Miara could suggest that for their next destination, the air currents thrummed around her ears and she jerked her head up sharply.

"Miara, are you alright?"

"Laserbeak. He's near." Miara stood a little straighter with the help of her sturdy tail. Her ears quivered as the Teron scout tried to pinpoint the Decepticon's location.

"Where?" Optimus maneuvered his massive form carefully around the three astronauts, ready to shield them at a moment's notice.

"He's... there!" Miara's ears twitched lightly against the side of her head. "By the east gates."

"Bumblebee, go and alert the guards. Miara, you go with him and monitor Laserbeak's movements, but stay out of sight. Both of you!"

"Yes, sir." Bumblebee was already in his alt form, deftly scooping the Teron into his front seat as he raced off.

"You three, with me." Optimus's tone brooked no argument as he too transformed and held his door open for Bud and his men to climb into.

"What's the plan, Optimus?"

"Getting you safely back into the Great Dome, to start with." Optimus raced back down the streets of Iacon, calling through his radio as he did.

"Laserbeak is close by. Report in, Autobots."

"Loud and clear, Prime!" Jazz called through the radio. "What're your orders?"

"This is our best chance to catch Megatron's attention. Ironhide, have your teams get civilians inside on the double. Jazz, report to the east gate; Bumblebee and Miara should be there shortly."

"On our way."

"Wheeljack, are you ready on your end?"

"Sure are, Optimus. Say the word and the designated buildings are goin' dark."

"Once I get our human friends back to the safety of the Dome, switch off power. I'm going to meet Jazz and the others by the east gates and we'll maintain the guard there until the end of the solar cycle."

"Understood. Good luck, Prime!"

"Wait, what are-"

"It's alright, my friends. You'll be safe in the Great Dome. Ratchet will escort you to the safety of the Med Bay; you'll be safest there until the attack is over."

"Great. We just got outta that place."

"I'll take the hospital over being caught in the middle of a robot fire-fight. No offense, Optimus."

"None taken, Bud. You would be in great danger in the midst of one of our battles. The more I can do to keep you safe, the better."

"What about you guys?"

"We are used to the realities of war." Optimus pulled up to the front of the Great Dome. "Quickly now; I have to get back to my soldiers."

"I... good luck." Bud jumped out of Optimus's interior, turned, and threw the Autobot leader a quick salute. Optimus flashed his headlights in quick succession before turning and speeding off. Already, Ratchet was waiting for the humans and the front doors and he waved at them urgently.

"Best hurry; half of Iacon is about to shut down and when that happens, it's only a matter of time before Megatron will attack."

"You seem awfully certain they're actually going to come running toward the gates," Lenny noted as he and the others followed the Autobot medic. "How do you know Megatron won't be suspicious?"

"Iacon is Megatron's most coveted target. If he thinks we're weak, we won't be able to resist an attack," Ratchet answered. "And if Laserbeak shows Iacon running at what appears to be half-power, why, it'll be like inviting him to come try and blast our gates down."

"For our sakes, I hope it's an invitation Megatron won't ignore."

"Believe me, he won't."
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Back at the Decepticon base, the clear picture of Iacon's majesty suddenly changed. One astrosecond, Laserbeak's aerial view showed the city all, but brimming with power and the next, several buildings suddenly went dark. The lights in the windows winked out, electrical circuits ceased their humming, and several transport units remained frozen on their tracks. From his position at his monitor, Megatron watched as several Autobots gathered on the east gate and gestured at the now-darkened buildings.

"Well, well, what do you make of that, Soundwave?"

"It appears as though Iacon has experienced a sudden power outage, Lord Megatron."

"Indeed. How convenient for us."

"And look." Starscream pointed at the screen. "Optimus Prime has arrived. Looks like he's just as distressed about this sudden blackout."

Megatron watched his long-time enemy appearing to converse with the Autobots manning the east gate. His red optics narrowed as he searched the crowd.

"Hmmm, no sign of the yellow scout or the little dust devil. Excellent. Fall back, Laserbeak!"

The picture onscreen faded as Megatron left his computer and walked over to the window. Though farther away, the Decepticon Warlord could see the difference in Iacon even from a distance. Even with the sun's rays, Iacon looked a bit darker without the energon needed to power the city at full capacity.

Good.

"So, the Autobots are low on energon." Starscream joined his leader at the window. "So much for them finding more on another planet."

"Either way, we know they have reserves and now, they will have no choice but to tap into them. Pity we will not allow that."

"What are your orders, Lord Megatron?"

"Isn't it obvious, Soundwave? By failing to properly regulate his energon reserves, Optimus Prime has practically invited us to take control of Iacon away from the Autobots at last." Megatron turned back to view the city, where even more lights were failing. A cruel smile stretched across Megatron's grey face.

"And it is rude to ignore an invitation."

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"Anything?"

"Nothing yet." Safe behind the walls of Iacon's front gate, Miara stood flanked by Optimus and Bumblebee as she felt the air with her ears. "Laserbeak hasn't returned either, but..." Miara stiffened. "Wait, I feel something headed this way."

"Can you tell who's approaching, Sandstorm?"

Miara sniffed the cool night air, standing balanced on her tail as she did. "A lot of Decepticons, Megatron included. They're moving more slowly than normal, though."

"A sneak attack." Optimus looked grim as he clutched his gun. "Fall back a bit, everyone; let them approach the gates."

As every available Autobot soldier was currently behind the walls surrounding Iacon rather than manning them from above, following the Prime's orders was easy enough.

"Remember, Autobots, we want the Decepticons to feel the brunt of this attack. Make every shot count and hit them with everything you have. Let the Decepticons retreat if you can, but do not hesitate if it means saving your lives or the lives of our friends. Understand?"

"Yes, Prime!"

"And remember, at least one Decepticon scout must get through to Trion Square. Cliffjumper, are you ready?"

"Leave it to me, Optimus. I'll lead whoever they send on a race they won't forget."

"Mirage, are you and Red Alert in position?"

"Ready to go, Prime," Mirage answered through the radio. "We're keeping an optic out for any Decepticon scouts. As soon as one gets through, we'll drop the fake energon and retreat."

"Excellent. Bumblebee, take Miara back to the Great Dome and then rejoin Jazz's squad to flank the Decepticons from the east."

"Right, Optimus. C'mon, Miara, let's hurry."

"Be careful." The Teron took the time to nuzzle against Optimus's leg.

"We will. For now, stay with the humans in Med Bay. They'll need your reassurance." Optimus brushed a gentle hand over Miara's back. "I'll be back soon, Little Sandstorm

"I know you will."

Not another word was spoken between the two, but Miara kept her gaze fixed on the Autobot leader as Bumblebee sped her away from the soon-to-be battlefield.

It'll be okay. I know they'll all be okay. The Teron scout nodded resolutely to herself as Bumblebee pulled up to the front doors of the Great Dome.

And I will help make sure our friends stay safe!

Such was her duty, after all!
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The tell-tale hum of high-powered rockets reached the audio receptors of the Autobots waiting patiently behind Iacon's gates. Optimus held up a servo as a reminder for silence, his optics focused on the large gate in front of him and the voices from the other side.

"The security systems are disabled, Lord Megatron."

"I can see that, Soundwave. And yet, no guards..."

"Hah! The Autobots are even more foolish than I thought. Surely the great Optimus Prime would be more careful than this!"

"Well then, Starscream, why not have the honor of being the first to set foot in Iacon?"

"But Megatron, I-"

"That was not a request, Starscream! Now stand aside and be ready to lead the attack."

"Steady, Autobots," Optimus instructed softly. "Take aim."

There was a pause and then an almighty burst of sound and flash of light as the front gates of Iacon were blasted apart. Megatron's massive gray body stood highlighted in the aftermath of the flash for a moment, but that was all the moment Optimus needed.

"FIRE!"

A volley of gunfire slammed into the Deceptions, all of whom staggered back in utter shock.

"DECEPTICONS ATTACK!"

Megatron, fueled by the fury of being taken by surprise, charged forward and began firing back at the Autobots. The other Decepticons followed, but could not advance into the city thanks to the unending blasts from the Autobots' weapons. Several of the Decepticons used the blasted-open gates to their advantage, standing behind the burnt and twisted metal to fire on the Autobots while staying somewhat safe themselves.

"Ahhhhh!"

"Sideswipe!"

"I'm fine; just a scratch!" Sideswipe ignored the smoking gash on his shoulder as he fired back a shot at Skywarp. The Decepticon saw the shot coming and teleported out of the way, leaving Starscream to take the shot full on the chassis.

"Ahhhh! I'm hit!"

"Shut up and fire back!" Megatron dodged a volley of fire from Ironhide and took aim at the field commander. Ironhide didn't even flinch as he allowed the shot to graze his leg before catching Blitzwing as the Decepticon tried to transform and take to the air. Blitzwing crumbled to the ground, glaring defiantly at the Autobots as he crawled to the relative safety behind the ruined gates.

"Megatron!" Optimus met the Decepticon leader head on, his right hand already transforming into his axe.

"Prime!" Megatron was ready with his spiked mace as the two began to duel fiercely. Optimus managed to dodge most of Megatron's blows, his blade doing minor damage to the Decepticon's metal frame. Megatron growled in frustration and swung his mace around in a vicious arc. This time he was successful and the weapon caught Optimus a hard blow on his right shoulder. Optimus bit back a cry of pain as he leaned into the attack, bringing his axe down as hard as he could. Megatron screamed in both fury and pain as the Autobot's axe bit into his shoulder casing and caused his mace hand to go limp. Optimus tugged his axe free as Megatron pulled away from him.

"You'll pay for that, Prime!"

"Gladly." In one swift movement, Optimus's axe transformed back into a hand with which he reached for his blaster. The shot caught Megatron just above his spark and the Decepticon leader nearly crashed to his knees.

"Is that enough for you or shall we continue?"

Megatron managed to stay on his feet, a cruel smile on his face. "You disappoint me, Prime. I would think you would have noticed by now!"

"Noticed what?"

"Success!"

Optimus looked up to see Starscream flying away from the battle as fast as he could. In that brief moment, Megatron ran up to Optimus and punched him hard in the chassis with his good hand. Optimus staggered back as Megatron threw another punch at his head, his metal knuckles catching Optimus a glancing blow on his mouth plate.

"You have failed to keep an optic on your energon supplies, Optimus Prime!" Megatron crowed. "You have let Iacon's power fail and now your remaining energon supplies are in the possession of the Decepticons!"

"Why you-!"

"Hah!" Megatron dodged Optimus's punch, ignoring his injuries in favor of taunting his enemy. "I knew you were hiding something from me; did you really think you could deceive the Decepticons?"

"You will not take Iacon!" In the blink of an optic, Optimus's axe was back and the blade whistled through the air and straight into Megatron's side. This time, the Decepticon Warlord fell onto his back, his face twisted in pain as Optimus stood over him. Megatron chanced a quick look around him. The Autobots were still firing on the Deceptions and while a good many of them were sporting injuries, their surprise attack had worked in their favor. Soundwave's left leg was almost useless and Thundercracker could barely hover in midair. Starscream, of course, was nowhere to be seen, but it was clear his absence wasn't going to make much of a difference.

"Retreat! Decepticons, retreat! We have what we came for!"

Staggering upright, Megatron managed to take to the air, though he had to cling onto Skywarp as the Decepticons fled from the scene of battle. Scowling, Megatron managed to heft his blaster one last time and fire off a shot that caught one of the Autobots by surprise. The wounded Autobot gave a pained cry and fell backward. Megatron laughed as he watched the bot's comrades cease their firing and tend to their fallen friend.

Autobots were so predictable!
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"Prowl!"

"I'm alright!" Prowl winced as he tried to sit up, his left arm hanging useless as wires sparked and metal dangled from his side. "Still functioning anyway."

"Let's get you to Med Bay. Ahh, good, here comes Red Alert now." Optimus waved as Red Alert and Mirage approached. Prowl didn't protest as the Autobot leader lifted him from the ground and placed him in the medic's interior as gently as he could.

"Thanks, Optimus."

"Anytime, my friend. Get him to Ratchet, Red Alert!"

Red Alert sped off as Optimus looked over the rest of his troops.

"Who else needs immediate medical attention?"

"I think a good number of us need repairs." Jazz was limping, favoring his left leg as he approached the Prime. "But no one else is in immediate danger that I can see."

"Sideswipe, can you transform?"

"Yes, Prime." Sideswipe managed a shaky, but genuine grin. "I can make it to Med Bay on my own."

"Cliffjumper?"

"Starscream couldn't touch me!"

"No, but Thundercracker did." Bumblebee pointed to the mark on Cliffjumper's back. "That had to sting."

"Just a bit. It's surface damage, really. I was going too fast for him to land a solid hit."

"I'm glad to hear it," Optimus said. "Mirage, I take it everything went according to plan on your end?"

"Just as you predicted. Starscream saw Red Alert and I pretending to load up on the fake energon. We retreated as soon as he approached and he took the entire stock." Mirage chuckled at the memory. "No doubt he's going to tell Megatron every detail about how the mighty Starscream managed to retrieve a stock of energon from two cowardly Autobots until his vocal processors give out."

"Or until Megatron disables them himself," Bumblebee said with a laugh. "I wish I could see the looks on the Decepticons' faces when they find out that energon's fake! Hah, Megatron is gonna let Starscream have it!"

"Couldn't happen to a nicer bot, if you ask me."

"Agreed, Ironhide. But let's not get ahead of ourselves. You all performed admirably and I could not ask for better. The Decepticons have taken heavy damage and will probably be out of commission for a while. That will give us the time we need to help our human friends get home, but we don't know how wide that window of opportunity will be. Between us foiling his attack and giving the Decepticons false energon, Megatron will be sure to come back with a vengeance. We cannot allow the Decepticons to learn of Earth or the entire human race will be in danger. Let's get back to base and start planning; if we're going to be using a spacebridge, we might as well utilize the opportunity for another scouting mission to obtain more energon as well."

"Good idea; we'll need it. And we'll need to get to work repairing the gates immediately."

"I'll delegate a full guard before headin' back."

"Thank you, Jazz. I'll have Wheeljack turn our security systems back on as well." Optimus looked over his team with pride. "Autobots, transform and roll back home. We've done well today!"

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"...and in the autumn we'd harvest the vegetables and have extra food for the winter."

"Do all humans do that?" Miara asked, swinging her legs against the bed Bud had used during his stint in Mid-Bay.

"No," Bud laughed. "Not all. Sure, plenty of folks have their own personal vegetable gardens and some even live on farms of their own. But then you have cities kind of like Iacon where there's not a lot of space for the big farms needed to grow food for so many people."

"So the people who work on those farms are in charge of making sure the humans living in the city get what they need." Miara nodded. "That makes sense."

"Not so different from the bots who harvest energon," Ratchet added, checking over his tools yet again.

"If you can harvest energon from your planet, why is there a shortage?" Lenny asked from his own berth.

"Probably the same way there was a shortage of anything on Earth," Bud answered. "We go through periods of drought or a shortage of a certain crop from time to time."

"Is that right?" Ratchet looked interested. "I'm sure several of our scientists would be interested in that area of study. What did you call it?"

"Agriculture."

"Do you guys have any local flora or fauna here?" Bud asked.

"Some. There used to be more before the Great War, but we have Cybertronian colonies on other planets and the scientists there have taken the opportunity to study the natural environments." Ratchet glanced down fondly at Miara. "We had to learn a little more about organic nourishment when Miara came along, but we've managed well, haven't we, Sandstorm?"

"We have." The Teron looked up at Bud, still sitting next to her on the bed. "So, do humans also make their own sweets like the ones you had in your supplies?"

"Well, we have other sweets besides candy. Plenty of people make their own sweet foods that consist of grains and fruit."

"Actually, you might like those kinds of things better, Miara," Chad said from where he sat perched next to Lenny. "I know you said candy didn't smell very good to you and there are humans who feel the same way. They tend to favor more natural sugary treats like fruit and honey."

"Honey?"

"Honey is a substance made by an Earth insect called a bee. It's sweet, but not overly so and can be quite healthy when eaten in the right amounts."

"Hmmm, I'll have to look into that." Ratchet was already making notes on his personal computer. "Human physiology sounds fascinating and I would love to be able to compare it to both Cybertronians and Teron."

"I thought Miara was the only Teron left."

"Lenny!"

"As far as we know, Miara is the only Teron left," Ratchet said. "We haven't had much of a chance to explore the possibility of the race surviving and we could in no way allow the Decepticons to locate Holtus. The entire planet was infected and the energon was tainted; I shudder to think what could happen if they got their servos on that kind of material."

"That doesn't bother you?" Chad asked, meeting Miara's brown eyes. "Not ever going back to Holtus, I mean."

"No, not at all."

"Really? Even though you never got to see your home?"

"Cybertron is my home," Miara answered with a smile. "And I couldn't be happier to be an Autobot."

"And as everyone will attest, that sentiment is very much shared." Ratchet favored the little Teron with a smile of his own.

"Makes sense to me," Bud said. "We have a saying on Earth: home is where the heart is. Your heart belongs to Cybertron, Miara."

"And yours belongs to Earth."

"Yeah."

"Don't worry." Miara nestled a little closer to Bud. "We'll make sure you get back to Earth. You'll be back to your home soon."

"I'm looking forward to that." Bud patted Miara's back, his hand sinking into the Teron's thick fur. "But we'll miss you guys too. Any chance of the Autobots coming to visit Earth?"

"I'm sure we will, provided we can do so safely."

"And we're going to be helping you with the Space Hotel," Miara added excitedly. "We'll be able to see you there."

"You bet!" Chad agreed. "Once the Knids are cleared out, we'll give you a full tour. The President is going to be staying there too, so that could be a good time for you to drop in."

The Med Bay's alarm suddenly blared to life and while it only lasted for a few seconds, Ratchet was already in position by the first Cybertronian berth. Miara fell silent, her whole body tense as she stared at the entrance to the room. The sound of heavy footsteps pounded on the metal floor and the Med Bay door slid open to admit a red and white Autobot supporting a white and grey Autobot who currently had a large smoking hole on left the side of his chest.

"Prowl!"

"I'm okay." The wounded Autobot held onto his partner, managing a weak smile at Miara's cry.

"You most certainly are not okay." Ratchet was already helping Prowl onto a the berth. "In fact, if that shot had hit you head on, we wouldn't be talking right now."

"Yeah, well, Megatron got lucky."

"Megatron did that?" Chad's eyes were stretched in their sockets as he stared at the metal bits dangling out of Prowl's wound.

"Like I said, he got lucky."

"You got lucky. Anyone else injured, Red Alert?"

"Not in Prowl's condition," the Autobot who had brought Prowl in replied. "But almost every Autobot who fought sustained some form of injury or another." Indeed, more footsteps were already coming from the hallway including, Bud could tell, the tell-tale signs of Autobots limping.

They weren't kidding about how dangerous the Decepticons could be.

"Red Alert, get Prowl comfortable and start cleaning the wound. I'll need to asses the full extent of the damage on our incoming patients."

"On it, Ratchet."

Miara jumped to her feet as the Med Bay's doors opened again. This time, a line of Autobots began to filter in and Bud watched as Ratchet began documenting their injuries.

"Jazz, take the berth to side; I'll see to your leg shortly. Ironhide, sit down; I'll need to clean that."

"I can wait."

"You may have to. Inferno, can you take care of Sideswipe's shoulder?"

"Easily."

"Thank you. Oooh, that looks painful; come lay down. I see you Cliffjumper; I'll have to disinfect that burn."

"It's not that bad!"

"I'll still need to clean it. Ahh, Optimus." Ratchet looked relieved as the Autobot leader entered the room. "Anyone else?"

"I think I'm the last. Iacon's front gates were destroyed, so I had to help organize a guard. But I don't think the Decepticons will be back for a while yet." The Autobot leader's voice was as calm as ever, but his metal body and silver facemask looked badly battered.

"Are you okay?" Miara was already running over to the Prime. Optimus leaned down and scooped the little Teron into his palms, stroking her reassuringly as he did.

"Yes, Miara, I'm alright. Just some minor battle damage really."

"Not quite minor." Ratchet reached for his leader's face, his trained doctor's eye roving over the large dents on Optimus's head and side as he examined the Prime. "I take it Megatron is responsible for your injuries as well?"

"He was, but I didn't let him escape unscathed. Megatron's mace was no match for my axe."

"Maybe not, but these injuries shouldn't be taken lightly." Ratchet probed at the wound on Optimus's shoulder, noting the Prime's muffled hiss of pain. "Optimus, you need treatment."

"Tend to the others first," Optimus insisted, still cradling Miara against him. "I can wait. Plus, I must speak to President Gilligrass and the humans at NASA regarding the outcome of this battle."

"Are you sure?" Bud asked. "If you need medical care, I'm sure President Gilligrass won't mind waiting."

"Don't worry about me; I've taken worse from Megatron before and I'm sure I will again. All things considered, the battle went favorably and the Decepticons should be too busy with their own repairs to worry about us for a while."

Ratchet glanced around at the crowded Med Bay before nodding at Optimus. "Alright; go ahead and I'll get started here. But I will have to check your injuries sooner rather than later, Prime."

"Understood. Miara, have you and our human friends eaten?"

"Yes, Optimus."

"Good. I'll get you an energon cake before recharge, Little Sandstorm. Bud, you, Lenny and Chad come with me. We'll speak to NASA in the main room."

"Alright. C'mon, you two."

Optimus led the astronauts out of the room and down the hall. Bud and his companions stayed close to the Prime as other Auobots hurried by, darting down the hallway and vanishing into doors built into the walls.

"You said the gates to Iacon were destroyed during the battle?" Chad asked after a minute.

"The front gates were. Normally, it would be difficult for the Decepticons to even approach Iacon from the front, but in order to lure them to us, we allowed Megatron to think our security systems were disabled. Now, of course, they're right back on, but the front gates will need to be repaired as soon as possible."

"At least we bought time," Miara said from where she sat curled in Optimus's hand. "And Megatron thinks he found what we were hiding, right?"

"From the sound of it, he did." Optimus led the way into the main room and headed for the computer. "Let's get in contact with NASA and I'll explain everything. And we can discuss getting you home.

"Sounds good to me." Bud and his friends climbed into the Prime's offered hand as the computer screen lit up. "And no doubt President Gilligrass will be thrilled to hear the news as well."
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"No, I don't think we should entertain that idea!" Lancelot scowled at the document in front of him. "Increase the cost of eggs? What kind of a ridiculous idea is that?"

"But Mr. President-"

"We have healthy chickens all over the country, yes?"

"Well, yes, but-"

"So just have them lay more! And ducks too; duck eggs are just as good as chicken eggs, aren't they, Nanny?"

"Just as good," Ms. Tibbs agreed.

"Now, onto the more important matters- who fed Mrs. Taubsypuss chicken for lunch yesterday?"

"Well, Mr. President, you said-"

"Mrs. Taubsypuss gets roast chicken for dinner! For lunch, she gets tuna! Except on Saturday; on Saturday, she gets salmon!" Lancelot threw up his arms in frustration. "Does no one know how to properly care for a cat?"

"They are not as responsible as you are," Ms. Tibbs said.

"Now Mrs. Taubsypuss's schedule will be completely thrown off. What else could-"

"Mr. President!" Christopher Calverton was rushing over to where Lancelot sat surrounded by Ms. Tibbs and his personal guards.

"I'm busy, Calverton! Whatever the problem is, it can wait."

"But sir-"

"The President said he was busy," Ms. Tibbs hissed.

"But there's-"

"Knock-knock."

"Who's there?" Christopher asking with a suppressed sigh.

"Acid."

"Acid who?"

"Acid shut up already, Calverton. I've been dealing with idiots all day and I don't need you adding to the count. Besides, I'm expecting a call from Optimus Prime any moment."

"That's what I've been trying to tell you, sir," Christopher said. "Optimus Prime is on the computer and ready to speak to you now."

"WHAT?" Lancelot jumped to his feet. "Why didn't you say so, Calverton?"

"I..." Christopher fell silent and followed after Lancelot as he, Ms. Tibbs, and the guards hustled from Lancelot's temporary office into NASA's control room. Sure enough, the computer screen was displaying not just Optimus Prime, but Shuckworth, Showler, Shanks- who were standing just below the monitor- as well as Miara, who was cradled in Optimus's palm.

"President Gilligrass, Vice President Tibbs, Christopher Calverton." Optimus's voice was both regal and reassuring, but there was a definite weariness in the Autobot's overall being that seemed to radiate through the screens connecting Cybertron and Earth.

"Optimus Prime." Lancelot sat down in his waiting chair in front of the monitor. "I take it we are on track to proceed with returning our men home?"

"It appears that way. We'll still have to take caution, but we have managed to strike a decisive blow against the Decepticons."

"With all due respect, it looks like they struck a blow to you as well," Christopher said. "Are you alright?"

"I'll be fine." Optimus ran a hand over his battered and dented face, wincing as a small flurry of sparks jumped up from his shoulder. "Such is the reality of war."

"So it is," Shanks muttered.

"In any case, we managed to goad the Decepticons into attacking Iacon where we not only defeated them, but tricked them into thinking our only concern was protecting a store of energon."

"So, you deceived the Decepticons?"

"Be quiet, Calverton!"

"For now," Optimus said gravelly. "Megatron will discover our ruse soon enough."

"Ruse?"

"We tricked the Decepticons into stealing fake energon," Miara answered, nestling against Optimus's chest. "By making Megatron think we were trying to conceal a large stockpile of energon, he'll be less likely to look into any odd activity coming out of Iacon."

"What a clever idea!" Ms. Tibbs beamed at the Teron. "Surely, though, you weren't out there fighting those awful-sounding brutes, Miara."

"No." Optimus chuckled and ruffled the top of Miara's head with the tip of a finger. "Miara was with us long enough to sense the Decepticons' approach. After that, she stayed safe in the Med Bay with your astronauts."

"She is good company," Shuckworth added.

"Well, of course." Ms. Tibbs looked relieved before addressing Optimus directly,

"Now, you mentioned having to use a good deal of your energon to operate your space bridge?"

"Correct, Vice Principal Tibbs."

"Have you enough at the moment?"

"For now, yes.

"For now?" Christopher frowned. "Hmmm, would it help if there was a source of energy on our end fully powering the bridge?"

"To activate a space bridge, energon must be present from where the space bridge is opened rather than where it leads, I'm afraid."

"But we could send a source of energon back to you?" Lancelot asked.

"You could, but please, Mr. President, do not deprive your people for our sake."

"Nonsense!" Lancelot drew himself up proudly. "We have resources to spare, don't we, Nanny?"

"Indeed we do."

"What specifically would you be looking for?" Christopher asked.

"Natural resources such as minerals or gems often provide the best kind of energon. We have had success with those resources on some of our colony planets and they are comparable to Cybertron's natural energon."

"Hmm, well, we could look into-"

"I have the perfect solution!" Lancelot declared.

"Oh?"

"Yes. I'll need to make a call to a friend of mine, but he should provide you with all the energon you could ask for!"

"That... is very generous of you." Optimus looked a bit stunned. "Are you sure that wouldn't cause any of your people an inconvenience?"

"Not at all. If Willy Wonka can use candy to power an elevator into space, I'm sure he could provide you with whatever you need."

Shuckworth, Showler and Shanks burst out laughing at the utterly perplexed looks on Optimus and Miara's faces. "The President does have a point!" Chad managed to sputter out between his laughter.

"A human used sweets to power a ship?" Miara's brown eyes were wide with shock.

"Yes and thank goodness he did or else we'd be in the belly of a Vermicious Knid by now," Shuckworth answered.

"This does sound like it would be worth looking into." Despite his facial wounds, it was clear Optimus was smiling. "If it's at all possible, I think this friend of yours should confer with my scientist Wheeljack. I have a feeling they'd get on well together. In any case, we appreciate the generosity, President Gilligrass."

"Happy to help. Now, when would be a good time to get our men home?"

"The sooner the better. I need to check the coordinates, but I think we can make the exchange this upcoming solar cycle."

"Tomorrow then?"

"Yes, preferably later in the day. I'll need to make sure repairs to Iacon's front gates are underway."

"As well as your repairs," Christopher added.

"Yes," Optimus agreed. "If all goes well, we should be able to open a space bridge that will lead directly to NASA's headquarters, but you'll need to ensure there's space enough for both your men and their ship to emerge."

"I'll get on that right away."

"You do that, Calverton. When can I expect to hear from you again, Optimus?" Lancelot asked.

"I will send a full report of today's battle either late this lunar cycle or early tomorrow. Either way, I'll will make sure you have sufficient time to prepare."

"Thank you. Shuckworth, anything else to report?"

"No, Mr. President. We're ready to come home at a moment's notice."

"Excellent. Until tomorrow, then."

"Yes, sir!"

"Until tomorrow, President Gilligrass. I wish you well."

"You too, Optimus Prime."

"And same to you, Miara dear!" Ms. Tibbs called.

"Thank you. I hope you have a pleasant lunar cycle." Miara smiled and waved back at the screen.

"What a dear she is," Ms. Tibbs said once the picture had faded. "You should ask Willy Wonka to pack some extra sweets for her, the darling."

"Would an alien child like Earth candy?" Christopher asked.

"What child wouldn't like a little treat now and then?"

"True, but-"

"Never mind, Calverton! Get me a line to Willy Wonka on the double! If it's going to take energon to help bring our men home, then it's energon those Autobots are going to get!"

"Let's just hope those awful Decepticons don't get wind of it. That Megatron sounds horrible." Ms. Tibbs sniffed. "I wouldn't put it past him to try and find a way to Earth just murder us all in our beds."

Ms. Tibbs had no idea how right she was.

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"You idiot!"

"But Lord Megatron-"

"This energon is fake!" Megatron kicked one of the energon cubes, spilling thin pink liquid all over the floor. Had it been proper energon, no Decepticon would have let a drop go to waste. However, given that there was next to no value in the fluid currently soiling the Decepticons' base, everyone's attention was fixed on their raging Warlord barring down on Starscream.

"I was in the heat of battle!" Starscream protested. "And you couldn't tell the energon was false either, Megatron!"

"I was too busy doing battle with Optimus Prime, something you wouldn't dare to attempt! Remind me, Starscream, how many Autobots did you defeat today?"

"You ordered me to find out what the Autobots were hiding! I found the energon!"

"And had you stopped to think for an astrosecond, you would have been able to tell that you had been tricked!" Megatron seized his sputtering second-in-command by the throat and pulled him close. "Did it not occur to you, Starscream, that the Autobot you had been chasing led you right to their supposed stockpile rather than doing his best to lead you away from it? And were you not at all suspicious when the Autobots defending said stockpile simply ran for their lives rather than fighting you off? Did that not give you even the slightest idea that this was their plan?"

"You didn't realize it either!" Starscream managed to stammer out as Megatron shook him furiously.

"Had I been the one to discover the Autobots' stash of energon and witnessed their actions, I would have caught on right away. You absolute idiot, Starscream; we launched an attack on Iacon for nothing!" Megatron tossed Starscream to the floor, but his underling was undeterred.

"You were the one who called us to retreat, Megatron! For all your planning, you certainly weren't willing to fight Optimus Prime to the death! Had I been in charge, I would have led us to victory!"

"Bold words coming a Decepticon who could not see through a simple trick!" Megatron glared down at Starscream before straightening up and addressing the rest of his army.

"We attack Iacon again tomorrow."

"What?"

"Attack again?"

"Lord Megatron, you are wounded!"

"We're all wounded, Soundwave!" Starscream struggled to his feet, holding his chasis where the black scorch marks were still visible. "We need time to repair ourselves!"

"And the Autobots need time to repair the front gates to Iacon, which they will not get!" Megatron's optics were resolute and his tone brooked no argument. "Wounded or not, every Decepticon at this base will follow me to Iacon tomorrow where we will make the Autobots pay for their ruse and discover what they're really hiding. Those who resist will remain at the base, permanently! Any objections?"

A few of the Decepticons traded looks, some of them clutching at the wounds they had received, but none of them spoke.

"Good." Megatron favored them all with a grim smile. "Then I expect all of you to be ready at first light tomorrow."

"Aren't you overlooking something, Lord Megatron?"

"And what might that be, Starscream?"

"The Autobots were ready for us today, but if we try and attack tomorrow, Optimus Prime's little dust devil will alert them before we get in firing range."

"How right you are, Starscream. And how fortunate that I did not overlook that fact!"

"What? But how do you-"

"Rumble!"

"Yes, Lord Megatron?"

"I have a job for you. Listen well and do not fail me!"
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"... and so, that was how Mr. Willy Wonka and his new apprentice saved us from the Vermicious Knids."

"A fascinating story," Optimus replied. The Autobot leader strolled down the mostly-deserted halls of the base with the three astronauts on his right shoulder and Miara curled comfortably on his left. "And he is going to provide us the same kind of energon he used to power his vessel?"

"From the sound of it, yes."

"How kind of him. I hope we'll be able to thank Mr. Wonka properly one day." Optimus paused, leaning against the wall with a sigh as he gazed out one of the windows at the still Cybertron night.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Miara asked. The Teron nuzzled her head against her guardian's helm and lightly licked his metal cheek. "You sound like you're still in pain."

"Just a bit sore, Sandstorm." Optimus ran the tips of his fingers lightly over Miara's back. "Ratchet did an excellent job, but I and a good many others will still be feeling the aftereffects of today's battle for a bit longer."

"You should probably get some rest," Chad said softly.

"We all need to get some rest." Optimus's blue optics narrowed slightly as he peered out at the softly glowing city spread out before them. "Not only are we going to send you home tomorrow, my friends, but we must remain on guard. Megatron and his Decepticons suffered heavy wounds today, but damaged front gates are too tempting an opportunity to pass up. I'll have to make sure we are safe from a surprise attack before we can risk opening a spacebridge."

"You know, if there's too much danger for you to risk sending us home, I'm sure President Gilligrass won't mind waiting a day or two for us," Bud said softly.

"I'm sure he wouldn't and believe me, if I thought you were in danger, I wouldn't risk sending you back to Earth," Optimus answered. "But the longer you remain here, the greater the chances of the Decepticons learning about your home." Optimus sighed again and resumed his slow stride down the hall. "And if they find out about us establishing regular communication with your Space Hotel- of which we must also be prepared for- Megatron will most certainly find a way to try and take it for himself."

"And Earth, too, probably."

"So, either way, we're up the creek."

"I beg your pardon?" Optimus raised an optic ridge at Lenny.

"He means we're in trouble no matter what we do," Chad clarified.

"Not necessarily. I'm organizing a full-time Autobot defense for the hotel. They'll likely have to link a ship or station up with the Space Hotel, but you'll have protection from Decepticons or any other hostile lifeform."

"Which means Space Hotel USA can now boast about being the safest place on... well, not on Earth, but close enough to it," Bud chuckled.

"We will certainly try to make it so. And I would very much like a chance to meet your president in person."

"He'll certainly want to meet you."

"And from the looks of it, Vice President Tibbs wants to meet you, Miara." Chad leaned forward to send a grin in the Teron's direction.

"Oh yes. She seems nice."

"That's because you're adorable. Most humans can't resist cute furry creatures."

"The same holds true for Autobots, if I'm being honest." Optimus smiled and ruffled the top of Miara's head as the Teron giggled and leaned into his touch.

"Do you have a lot of furry creatures on Earth?"

"Yes. Actually, Miara, you look kind of like an Earth animal called an otter."

"Really? What are they like?"

"They're great swimmers and pretty intelligent animals from what I've heard. They don't have long ears like you do, though, nor can they talk."

"Is that right?" Optimus looked interested. "In that case, I'd say Earth bears more looking into than I thought. Sadly I can't speak much for Holtus, but Cybertron has its own collection of flora and fauna I wouldn't mind comparing to what Earth has to offer."

"Ratchet mentioned that. Pity about the war affecting so many of them."

"Yet another reason why I hope to end this conflict sooner rather than later. But so long as Megatron wishes to take Cybertron for the Decepticons, we Autobots will fight to stop him."

"We'll help you too, if you'll let us."

"I appreciate the offer, Bud, and perhaps there will come a time when humans and Autobots will unite against the Decepticons. But I would just as soon not let you get involved in our conflict. As I mentioned, you have neither the weapons nor the experience to repel a Decepticon attack."

"I don't know. It wouldn't shock me if Mr. Wonka could come up with an idea or two that would trip Megatron right off his big metal feet."

Optimus couldn't suppress a chuckle at the image. "Now that would be a sight to behold. And from what I have managed to gather, you humans are capable of amazing things. There's clearly far more to you than meets the optic."

"You don't know the half of it."

"I'm sure I will, one day. But today is at an end, my friends, and we all need to recharge."

Because the Med Bay was full, Optimus had sequestered off a small alcove of the Autobots' living quarters for Bud, Lenny, and Chad. Wheeljack had provided a thick rubber mat large enough for all three men to sleep on and Ratchet had kindly donated a few hospital blankets. A few bottles of water from the men's ship were placed by the mat along with their toothbrushes. Optimus allowed the men to step from his shoulder onto his hand before setting them down on the floor.

"Ahhh, that's better," Bud sighed after taking a big gulp of water. "Anything else you need us for, Optimus?"

"No thank you. You three get some rest; if you need anything during the lunar cycle, press the red button on the right wall to speak to the medics in Med Bay and they should be able to assist you."

"Will do. Goodnight."

"Rest well, my friends."

"Thanks, you too."

"See you in the morning, Miara!" Chad waved at the little Teron.

"Goodnight!" Miara waved back before stepping into Optimus's offered palm. The Teron sighed with contentment, snuggling against Optimus's chassis as the Prime made his way back to their private room.

"Perhaps I should save your energon cake for after your morning meal tomorrow, Little Sandstorm."

"Okay, Optimus." Miara's voice was little more than a sleepy whisper.

"I thought so." Optimus carried his sparkling over to his recharge berth and stretched out on the warmed slab. "I'll have to end my recharge a bit earlier than I'd like, but I have quite a bit to do once the solar cycle begins."

"Do you think the Deceptions will attack us tomorrow?"

"I hope not, but we must be prepared if they do. That is why I want you and the three humans to stay close by the base tomorrow until I am certain we can open the spacebridge safely."

"Yes, Optimus." Miara yawned, feeling the gentle pulse of the Prime's spark doing its best to lull her fully into sleep. "I'll do whatever I can to help."

"I know you will." Optimus sounded as tired as Miara was. "We have much to do tomorrow." His finger stroked Miara's cheek once more as he whispered a few last words to the Teron. "The day has ended and now I take my rest."

"I know tomorrow I must face another of life's tests." Miara smiled, both from the Prime's caress and the familiarity of the words.

"I have won the battle, but the war it yet goes on."

"And this way it shall remain..." Miara's voice trailed off as slumber claimed her, leaving Optimus to finish.

"Until the day when all are one. Goodnight, my sparkling."

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"Good morning!"

Bud, who was just coming out of sleep, jolted fully awake at the sound of Miara's voice. The little Teron bounded over to the edge of Bud's mat and sat down cross-legged next to him.

"Good morning yourself." Bud managed a weary grin as he sat up and rubbed at his eyes.

"Ugh, what time is it?" Lenny groaned.

"Here or on Earth?" Chad asked as he stretched his arms above his head.

"Does it matter? Wherever we are, it's early."

"Yes and you get to go home today!" Miara beamed. "Optimus already left to go check on the repairs of the front gates so I will be your guard and guide for now!"

"Uh-huh." Lenny stared at the Teron. "And how exactly are you going to guard us from a Decepticon when you're half our size, Miara?"

"Come on, Lenny."

"It's okay." Miara didn't look the least bit offended. "I wouldn't be able to do much against a Decepticon anyway. I mean that I'll be on guard in case the Decepticons try to approach Iacon while I'm with you. I'd alert Optimus and escort you back here if that were to happen."

"Then we're in good hands!" Chad returned Miara's grin. "Before we do anything, any chance of breakfast?"

"Oh yes; I brought these to you." Miara gestured to three silver cans sitting next to her. "Ratchet said they're from your ship; are these what you would eat for your morning meals?"

"That one is!" Lenny reached over and grabbed one of the cans, a spoon dangling from a short chain on the tab. "Corned beef hash is my favorite!" The hungry astronaut popped the tab on the top of the can, releasing the rich odor of beef and potatoes before seizing his spoon and eating with gusto.

"It smells pretty good."

"Yeah, corned beef is pretty tasty, but is that ham and eggs?" Chad looked over at one of the two remaining cans.

"I'm not sure. Is that what it says in your language?"

"Sure is." Chad accepted the can from the Teron. "Sorry, Bud, looks like you're getting stew."

"Not the first time I've eaten beef stew for breakfast." Bud popped open the can and dug in. "Ahhh, memories of home."

"Oooh, that smells good too." Miara's nose twitched at the scent. "Is beef stew not really eaten in the mornings, then?"

"Stew is usually eaten in the middle or the end of the day, especially in cold weather. But sometimes my mother would serve leftover beef stew for breakfast when it was really cold. It's good reliable energy and it keeps you warm." Bud chuckled. "Army-issued stew isn't as good as my mother's homemade stew, but it'll do when you're hungry."

"Will your mother make you stew when you get home?"

"Oh yes. I'm due for a visit home anyway and no doubt President Gilligrass will want to make sure we get a chance to see our families after everything that's happened."

"That's good. You must miss them."

"Yeah, it'll be good to take a break. But wow, are we gonna have stories to tell."

"I'll say." Chad chased down the last of his ham and eggs with a draught of water. "My sisters are going to want to know all about you, Miara. Once they hear you and the other Autobots will be helping out at the Space Hotel, they'll be rushing to make reservations just to meet you."

"I'd love to meet them too, along with all of your families."

"You sure? The minute most humans see you, you're going to be fussed over like a prized pet."

"Oh well..." Miara looked a tad uncomfortable. "I promise I'm no pet."

"Of course you're not," Bud assured her. "Lenny just means people will find you cute. I'm sure they won't actually do anything to treat you like you were an animal."

"Oh, okay." Miara looked relieved. "Sometimes the Decepticons call me 'Prime's pet' when they see me. They don't really consider me an Autobot."

"Sounds like the Decepticons have been eating sour grapes."

"Hmmmm?" Miara tilted her head in confusion.

"It's an expression," Bud explained. "It means blaming failure on outside circumstances rather on yourself. The Decepticons can't sneak past you, so they have to convince themselves they didn't actually get outwitted by an Autobot."

"Really?" Miara gave the idea some thought. "But how does eating sour grapes- whatever they are- cause that mindset?"

"It's from a story," Bud explained. "Actually, it's one of a series of stories called Aesop's Fables meant to highlight morality and wisdom. Humans got a lot of popular sayings from those tales."

"And I swear I must have heard all of them from my parents when I was growing up," Lenny sighed as he set aside his empty can.

"Cheer up, Lenny; by this time next week, you could be listening to your mother saying them all over again!"

Lenny rolled his eyes, but couldn't keep the smile from stealing over his face as he stood up. "So, what now? When do we go back to Earth?"

"Once Optimus confirms it's safe. Until then, I can show you a little more around the Great Dome."

"Sounds good to me. Lead the way, Miara."
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The sky outside the windows of the Great Dome was losing its slate grey tone and taking on a bluish tint as Miara led the three astronauts down the main hall. No other Autobots passed by them, but looking outside, Bud could see a good many Cybertronians hard at work loading supplies into vehicles which promptly sped away in various directions. Meanwhile, empty transporters were changing into robots and conversing with each other with no more effort than it would take to slip off a jacket. Metal footsteps and hushed voices sounded from behind several of the shut doors lining the hall and Bud was also certain he heard the sound of whirring gears and sparking circuits.

"More weapons are being made and repaired," Miara clarified as she led them past a particularly large metal door. From inside, a muffled boom was heard followed by a barely audible voice muttering,

"Slag."

"What was that?" Lenny jerked a thumb over his shoulder.

"Wheeljack's lab. He's an amazing mechanic and inventor, but it takes him a while to get an idea just right," Miara answered as the sound of another bang followed the group's progress. "At least this time he didn't blow himself up. The last thing Ratchet needs right now is to have to put Wheeljack back together again."

"That happens often, I presume?" Bud snorted with laughter.

"Unfortunately. But Wheeljack doesn't mind too much except when he has to wait for repairs and he really wants to try out a new idea."

"Maybe we should send Wheeljack a copy of Humpty Dumpty," Lenny muttered.

"What's that? Another story like the sour grapes?" Miara asked.

"Uh, never mind; doesn't really fit him anyway. So, what are you showing us, Miara?" Chad sped up to walk next to the little Teron.

"Right this way." Miara led the humans down a hallway branching off to the left and then down a ramp that led to a large door. The door slid open with a draft of warm dry air and Bud followed Miara out of the building and onto ground that was just as metallic as that of the Great Dome. However, the metal walkway only extended a short way as Bud found himself looking at what appeared to be a massive sandbox.

Is this the Cybertron version of a playground or do Autobots just really like building sandcastles? Bud tried to picture any of the massive robots he'd met sitting down to make a sandcastle and just couldn't. Besides, while the sandbox was easily the size of the Olympic swimming pool in the Space Hotel, it was still too small for any of the Cybertronians to do much with. The shiny metal boarder keeping the sand penned was as tall as Bud's chest and he guessed there was enough of the clean white gravel for a human to fully submerge in.

"You... you have a sand pit?" Lenny stared out at the particles softly stirring under the hint of a morning breeze.

"Optimus had it made for me."

"Why?"

Miara flashed the group a large grin before clambering up and over the wall of the pit. Before the very eyes of the three humans, the Teron took a flying leap and dove headfirst right into the sand. However, instead of coming to a quick and very dusty stop, the little Teron vanished under the sand and was lost to sight.

"Is she... is she swimming in the sand?" Lenny stared out at where Miara had been only a moment earlier.

"I think she is. Wait, look!" Chad pointed as some of the sand a good distance away shifted harder than normally under the wind. A cloud of dust raised up in the air and the sand rippled and shimmered as a form sped toward where the three were standing. A second later and Miara popped out of the sand, spun around in midair and dove back into the sand with all the grace of an Olympic swimmer.

"Holy cow!"

"That's amazing!"

"Now I see why Optimus and the others call her Little Sandstorm."

"No kidding." Bud grinned and clapped his hands before calling out,

"Can you hear us, Miara?"

"I can!"

The three astronauts started as Miara's head popped up from the sand right by the edge of the boarder where they stood. The Teron grinned, laying back on the white sand as though she were floating on a still pond.

"None can beat a Teron in the sand!"

"Clearly. I thought you'd swum off."

"I know. I fool a lot of Decepticons by doing that."

"How? I thought your planet was made of metal."

"Mostly. There are some parts of Cybertron that have an abundance of rock, dirt, and sand and that's where I have the advantage. Cybertronians can't track organic creatures like they can each other, so if the Decepticons are anywhere with enough sand for me to hide in, I can sneak up on them and hear what they're planning with them none the wiser."

"And they haven't caught on yet?"

"No, they have," Miara admitted. "Megatron knows there's always a chance I can hear or sense the Decepticons if they get too close to Iacon or if they're in a part of Cybertron where I can hide."

"Like when you know Laserbeak was spying on us yesterday."

"Exactly." Miara gestured at her ears. "Being able to both hear and sense vibrations when I'm in the sand, there's very little that the Decepticons can hide from me, although they try."

"Would they... would they try and catch you if they knew you were nearby?" Chad asked.

"They can try!" Miara's furry face beamed at the astronaut. "But I can usually fool them."

"Oh yeah? Think you can fool us?" Bud matched the little Teron's grin.

"Mmmmm, probably!"

"Okay." Bud swung himself over the metal wall and onto the sand. "How about this? If my friends and I can find you before Optimus gives us the all-clear, we win. And if you can avoid us, you win."

"What do we win?" Lenny asked as he and Chad joined Bud in the sand pit.

"Bragging rights."

"Fine by me. Besides, this is just a game, right?"

"Sure is, Miara. Ready?"

"Ready! Bet you won't find me!" Laughing, the Teron leapt out of the sand in a neat backflip before vanishing underneath the shifting grains yet again. This time, however, she raised no dust cloud nor did the surface of the sand shift to betray Miara's presence.

"Lenny, you head left. Chad you go right. If you spot her, don't shout; let's try and get each other's attention without giving the game away."

"You know she can hear us, right?" Chad raised an eyebrow at Bud. "And she can probably sense us coming."

"Stay still while you look," Lenny advised. "If you have to take a step, wait for a breeze to shift the sand a bit. It may help."

Bud nodded in deference to Lenny's idea and began scanning the sandpit. While he still didn't see any obvious signs of anyone moving under the surface, Bud was willing to bet Miara had put a good deal of distance between her and the men. An idea came to Bud and he waved to get Lenny's attention.

Run in place. Bud had to mouth the words three times before Lenny grinned and nodded. As best he could, the astronaut began to stamp his feet in the sand while trying not to sink up to his knees. Still, Lenny's movements had the desired effects; sand shifted all around him and, no doubt, sent vibrations through the entire pit that would disguise Bud's movements perfectly. Bud made his way over to the opposite side as quickly as he could, trying his hardest not to stumble as the heavy white grit eagerly swallowed his feet with every step he took.

"Aha!" Bud thrust his hands into a slight depression in the sand at the opposite of the pit. Instead of thick fur, however, his hands simply sank into the sand up to his elbows with no hint that Miara was close by.

"Over here!" Chad practically threw himself into the side of a forming dune, but he too came up with nothing.

"Wait, I think she's here. The sand's moving closer to me!" Lenny stopped in his frantic jogging to dig around his legs, but to no success. "Uh... never mind."

A burst of delighted laughter came from the side of the pit the three astronauts had come from. Miara's head emerged, white grains falling from her fur like tiny diamonds. "Good try, but not quite! But let's call this round 1! Ready for the next one?"

"Oh you just wait!" Bud couldn't stop himself from laughing as he charged back to where Miara was waiting. The Teron giggled again before submerging into the sand once more. This time, Bud stood still, his eyes fixed on where Miara had once been and crouched down like he was ready to catch a ball rolling toward him. Bud tensed, expecting to feel a slight vibration as Miara attempted to swim past him, but the Teron didn't seem to be nearby.

Out of the corner of his eye, Bud saw Lenny swing around and grab into the sand. Sadly, all this got him was a lack of success and a mouthful of grit as Lenny stumbled and faceplanted right into the sand. Chad, meanwhile, was throwing up handfuls of sand as he tried in vain to locate the little Teron to no avail.

"Where'd she go?" Lenny spluttered, wiping at his mouth.

"Right here!" Lenny yelped as Miara popped up right next to him.

"Oh darn, I was trying to intercept you." Bud shook his head. "I should have guessed you'd swim around in an arc."

"Actually, I did swim under you. I wanted to make sure Lenny was okay, though."

"What? I had no idea!"

"I think we may be out of our depth, Bud." Chad gave his friend a rueful grin.

"You're not giving up that easy, are you?"

"Oh-ho, that's how you wanna play?" Chad returned the Teron's grin, his eyes bright with mirth. "Alright then; round 3!"

Round after round was played, but each time, Miara managed to outwit the three astronauts. She had spoken truly when she had said that none could beat a Teron in the sand, but looking back on that day, Bud would have to admit that their game of hide-and-seek was one of the best moments of his career. For a short while, astronauts Shuckworth, Showler, and Shanks weren't lost men on a war-ravaged alien planet of talking robots and an otter-like girl. Instead, Bud, Lenny, Chad, and Miara were a group of friends having fun in a world of their own where no one could hurt them.

But in an instant, that happy world was destroyed.

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"Front gate repairs are comin' along nicely. Should have the security systems up and runnin' in a few joors."

Optimus nodded at the engineer supervising the repairs of Iacon's front gates. "After our last battle with the Decepticons, I'm hopeful they'll be too busy with repairs to attack Iacon again anytime soon. But when it comes to Megatron, anything is possible. Jazz, anything on your end?"

"No Decepticon activity in the southern sector," the lieutenant's voice answered through Optimus's radio. "But it's a bit too quiet for my liking."

"Be on your guard then. Let me know if you see anything out of the ordinary."

"Will do. Jazz out."

"Prime, over here!"

Optimus looked over at where Bumblebee was standing and overlooking the front gates. The yellow scout waved the Prime over and pointed out at the metallic expense leading up to Iacon. Directly below the gates, Autobots were hard at work on the front gate repairs, but farther outwards were the dim silhouettes of bots who did not seem interested in approaching the gates.

"Can't say for sure who they are, but if they're civilians, they don't seem to be in a hurry."

"I see what you mean." Optimus shielded his optics, trying his hardest to make out the movements of the shadowy figures. "I can't tell if they're in need of assistance or in some kind of distress; if they are, we'll have to help them. But if not-"

"Optimus, I think Rumble's nearby." Miara's voice called through the radio.

"What?"

"He's not close, but I can feel his vibrations. He's pounding the ground somewhere outside of Iacon, just like he did when the Decepticons were trying to get our attention."

"And he's probably trying to do so again," Optimus said grimly. "Where are you, Sandstorm?"

"In the sandpit. Bud, Lenny, and Chad are with me."

"Get inside the Dome and head for Med Bay. Stay with them, Miara. Do you understand?"

"Understood, Optimus. Miara out."

"Jazz, Ironhide, report to the front gates. Prowl, Cliffjumper, send out a message to Iacon to let the civilians know another Decepticon attack may be forthcoming."

"Prime, should we halt repairs?" one of the builders down below the wall called.

"Take your teams and get under cover. Wheeljack, can you and a few others meet us here to finish repairs?"

"On my way, Prime!"

"Autobots, be ready. I have a bad feeling that-"

"Optimus, I think the Decepticons are coming!" Miara reported. "I can feel heavy vibrations getting closer to Iacon."

"If Rumble's out there, he hasn't moved." Bumblebee glanced outwards again and while the figures in questions hadn't moved, Optimus himself was starting to feel a slight rumble under his peds even from above Iacon's gates.

"Autobots, get away from the gates! Get inside Iacon and-"

A massive blast cut off the Prime's words at the same instant a light filled his optics. Cracking metal filled Optimus's audio sensors, along with the startled screams of both soldiers and civilians. Optimus barely had time to register he was falling before he slammed into the torn ground. Fighting off the shock, Optimus struggled to his peds just in time to hear a familiar shout.

"Decepticons, ATTACK!"
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"We need to get inside. Now!"

"Is it the Decepticons? Are they-"

"Most likely, which is why we need to hurry!" Miara burrowed through the sand and leapt over the edge of the pit. The three humans staggered after her, their legs sinking into the sand and impeding their movement.

"Hold on!" Miara dove back into the sand and began digging as fast as she could to clear a walkway. While the sand continued to shift and fall around her, the little Teron managed to clear enough of the grains aside so that the three humans could make their way out of the pit more easily.

"Follow directly behind me; I'll keep our path-" Miara froze, her ears twitching as unfamiliar vibrations practically slammed into the side of her head.

"Miara?"

"Optimus, I think the Decepticons are coming!" Miara called into her radio. "I can feel heavy vibrations getting close to Iacon." The Teron listened in as Bumblebee reported on the lack of movement outside the gates, then,

"Autobots, get away from the gates!" Optimus shouted. "Get inside Iacon and-"

BOOM!

Miara cried out in shock as the massive blast rang out across the city. From her radio, the little Teron could hear the sound of breaking metal and the screams of Autobots followed by the heavy thuds that told her many had been slammed to the ground.

"What the-"

"What was that?" Lenny asked, his face draining of color.

"Iacon's gates have been breached. We-"

"Decepticons ATTACK!" The harsh voice rang through Miara's radio like the knell of a doomsday bell.

"Was that..."

"Megatron," Miara confirmed. "Hurry, we need to get inside the Great Dome now!" As fast as she could, Miara tunneled through the sand. She could hear the pounding feet of the three astronauts behind her, but she could also hear the chaos from the front gates both in the air and through her radio.

"This way!" Miara reached the edge of the sandpit and stood back to let the humans clamber over the sides. A low drone sounded in the air, followed by the heat of plasma blasts.

"Decepticon scouts! Quickly, get inside."

"But shouldn't we-"

"Megatron cannot know about you!" Miara yanked on Bud's arm, hurrying him along. "If he learns we're sheltering you, he'll attack Earth for certain."

Almost on cue, the droning in the air grew louder. Unwelcome scents filled Miara's nose and the Teron knew she had only seconds to spare.

"Get inside the Dome!" Miara pointed at the door only a short distance away. "I'll distract the scouts and meet you in the Med Bay!"

"But-"

"Go!"

"Bud, c'mon!" Lenny pulled on his fellow astronaut's shoulder. Miara turned away from them and raced back toward the sandpit. The Teron looked up at the sky just in time to see Starscream and Skywarp in their aerial alt forms soaring into view. Starscream whirled about in midair as Miara crouched low over the sand. She waved her thick tail at the Decepticon in a taunting gesture before diving under the white gravel and speeding off to the side.

"Why you!" Starscream's furious shout coupled with the blast of missiles indicated that he had not just spotted the Teron, but had completely misjudged which direction she had taken.

"Come out and face me, you little dust devil!" Starscream descended and transformed back into his normal form to swipe furiously at the sand. "You think hiding in dirt will save you? I'll bring you to Megatron myself!"

"Why are you bothering?" Skywarp called, still hovering in midair. "You know Prime's little pet will just a make a fool of you again, Starscream. Do you really need Megatron to be even more angry with you?"

"If I capture the little beast, Megatron will have no choice but to sing my praises! Besides," Starscream paused in his furious search. "If you want to fly back into battle, that's your business, Skywarp. Considering we barely had any time for repairs since our last attack, staying out of the line of fire seems to be the wiser option, don't you think?"

From under the sand, Miara could almost hear Skywarp consider Starscream's words before she heard the sound of his descent and the sound of shifting metal indicating a transformation.

"I see your point. Besides, the dust devil can only hide in a sectioned off area for so long. I'm sure we'll be able to find her."

"Of course we will. And just to be certain.... Oh, little beast!" Miara remained silent as Starscream's voice took on a taunting tone. "Laserbeak is right above us. If you think you can give us the slip, you're sorely mistaken. Why not surrender to us now? It'll be less painful for you."

Nice try, Starscream. Miara stayed as still as she could, sensing the slow steps of the Decepticons. Thankfully, they were busy searching the opposite end of the sand pit, but what was a good amount of space for a Teron or human was far less for a Cybertronian. Starscream and Skywarp might be her only adversaries at the moment, but Miara knew that the chance of them locating her in the sand grew greater with every passing kilk. Burrowed underground, Miara couldn't pinpoint where Laserbeak was, but she wasn't willing to risk giving away her location to check.

"Aha!"

Starscream's servo slammed into the sand, sending waves of heavy vibrations toward where Miara lay hidden.

"You missed."

"I can see that! But what about... is that her?"

"I don't think so!" Skywarp's metallic digits dug through the sand a bit closer to Miara's hiding place, but still missed her by several feet. "Arrrgh, I knew it! We need to flush her out somehow."

"That shouldn't be too hard." Starscream began stomping about, deliberately picking his heavy peds up and slamming them hard into the sand, one after the other. Miara squeaked as the vibrations surged through her sensitive ears. Gritting her teeth, the little Teron forced herself to focus on the source of the sounds. Skywarp appeared to be standing still, but Starscream was coming closer. Miara could feel the sand shifting around her as the Decepticon's movements caused massive depressions to form in the gravel.

Either he's going to step on me or enough of the sand will shift to give me away. I need to move while I still can.

Miara began tunneling toward the far end of the sand pit, her senses on high alert as she heard Skywarp take a step closer to her previous hiding place.

"She might be over here."

"Or she might be under your peds."

"Nah. I would've been able to feel the furry pest if I stepped on her." This statement was emphasized by Skywarp grounding his ped into the sand, gravel crunching hard under the metal. Miara managed to get to the far end of the pit without being detected and she paused for an astrosecond to gather her energy.

Ready and... now!

Miara swam upward until she was just under the surface of the sand, spiraling in a circle and wagging her tail furiously. A dust cloud rose up in the air, causing Laserbeak to screech in triumph and both Starscream and Skywarp to shout.

"There she is!"

"I see her!"

Miara dove further under the sand and swam forward as fast as she could. She felt Starscream and Skywarp's peds just above her and for an instant, she saw the gleam of metal above her head. But Starscream and Skywarp didn't stop until they had reached the spot Miara had previously occupied.

"I'm going to catch you, pest!"

"Laserbeak, keep your optics open. See if you can tell where the little beast is hiding."

Skidding to a halt on the opposite end of the sandpit, Miara burrowed into one of the piles of sand thrown up by Starscream's furious search and listened to the Decepticons' continued search.

"She was here. I know she was here!"

"Unless it was a trick. Laserbeak, can you see where the beast is hiding?"

A furious caw echoed from above the sandpit, a sound Miara recognized as one of frustration. The little Teron couldn't help the grin stealing across her face as Starscream let out an angered shriek of his own.

"You vile little dust devil! When I find you, I'm going to skin you alive and use your pelt to line my victory cape!"

A lack of victories cape would be more appropriate for you, Starscream.

"Enough of this charade! Skywarp, let's blast this entire area to pieces. Use your strongest missiles; with any luck Prime's pet will get caught in the blast!"

"Good idea. Laserbeak, monitor the area. Let us know the astrosecond the dust devil tries to run."

Uh-oh. Miara's mind raced as she tried to figure out a solution to her problem. If she could tell where the missiles were coming from, she might have a chance to dodge them, but if Laserbeak was watching...

I have to take the risk.

Cautiously swimming closer to the surface of the sand, Miara poked her long ears slightly out of the grains. She could feel the thrum of air under Laserbeak's wings as he circled the sandpit as well as the humming of Starscream and Skywarp's weapons. The little Teron tensed, ready to move at the first hint of an incoming missile, but when the attack came, it was Starscream, Skywarp, and Laserbeak who felt the brunt of the blows.
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"Did you think you had seen the last of us, Prime?" Megatron flailed his mace at Optimus, who dodged the strike before retaliating with his axe.

"Considering you can barely stand, Megatron, I thought you'd have the sense to stay away!"

Megatron's faceplate twisted in a scowl as the Prime's words cut into his pride as surely as the axe blade skimmed over his arm. Much as he hated to admit it, Megatron knew Optimus was correct. The wounds he had sustained during the previous day's battle were already taking their toll on the Decepticon Warlord and Megatron could see that he wasn't the only one suffering. The Decepticons' hastily done repair jobs weren't enough to keep up with the more rested and repaired Autobots, even with some of them having also been wounded the day before. Indeed, Optimus had no trouble wielding his weapons while Megatron was struggling not to overexert himself in trying to land another blow with his mace on the Prime.

"You Autobots are soft; a true Decepticon can fight through his injuries and come out the victor!"

"Then come for me and see how victory suits you, Megatron!" Optimus charged his foe, his massive axe blade making the air thrum as he feinted left and quickly changed direction to slam the blade into Megatron's side. The Decepticon leader roared in both pain and fury, switching out his mace for a servo to batter Optimus in the face. The Prime took the blows stoically, digging his axe farther into Megatron's side. The still unhealed metal crumpled against the axe blade and Megatron could feel energon leaking from his wounds.

"Give up, Megatron! You may have caught us off-guard, but you are in no condition to battle us for the fate of Iacon today."

"Don't be so certain, Prime!"

Almost on cue, a series of powerful explosions ripped through the air. Both Autobots and Decepticons paused in their fighting to see smoke and dust rising into the air from the direction of the Great Dome.

"No!"

"Ahaha!" Megatron shoved his enemy aside and raced toward the direction of the commotion. "It seems Starscream has finally accomplished a simple task. Your downfall begins today, Prime!" Knowing his strength wouldn't last long, Megatron activated his flight ability and soared off in the direction of the commotion. The Decepticon Warlord's spark thrummed with anticipation of Starscream and Skywarp finding a supply of genuine energon and possibly disabling the Great Dome as well. Even if one of those goals had been accomplished, a Decepticon victory was certain.

"Defend the gates. I'll deal with Megatron!" Optimus transformed and sped after his foe, determined to ensure that Megatron would not, in fact, triumph over the Autobots.

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"We have to do something! We can't leave Miara out there by herself!" Bud shouted over the blare of alarms ringing through the Great Dome.

"Pretty sure we'd be just as helpless against those brutes," Lenny yelled back, flattening himself against a wall as a group of Autobots rushed by. "And Miara knows what she's doing."

"Maybe, but how long can she distract those Decepticons?" Chad asked. "We need to let Optimus Prime know what's happening."

"From the sound of it, the Decepticons were attacking the front gates too. He's probably got his hands full."

"But if Miara's in danger..." Bud's voice trailed off as the sounds of furious stomping came from outside. "We can't just hide in the Med Bay. Don't forget we've been trained to handle dangerous situations too."

"Fat lot of good NASA's training did us against the Vermicious Kinds!" Lenny reminded him. "And I don't recall anything about what to do if giant alien robots attack. Besides, you heard what Miara said: if the Decepticons learn about us, they'll invade Earth! Our weapons won't stop them and the Autobots would have to defend two planets instead of just one!"

"I know, I know!" Bud angrily kicked at the metal wall. "I just hate feeling so helpless!"

"We may not be. Look!"

Bud looked over to where Chad was pointing. Whether by accident or because of Bud's frustrated kick, a nearby door had slid open. Peering around the massive entryway, the three humans found themselves staring into a room filled with giant metal parts, tools the size of small cars, and a very familiar rocket in the middle of the room.

"Is that..."

"It is!" Bud was already running over to the rocket. The long slim body was still in the midst of being repaired, given how part of its metal coating had been stripped down to the bare minimum. But at least two-thirds of the rocket had been carefully coated in sturdy steel that gleamed in the overhead light and the dents in the tailfins had been expertly repaired to the point where Bud would never have guessed they had been damaged in the first place. "This is Wheeljack's lab, isn't it?"

"Must be," Chad said, trotting over to Bud. "Optimus did say Wheeljack was in the process of fixing the rocket. He's doin' a good job if you ask me."

"Yeah, but it looks like he took out some of the insides." Lenny pointed to the rocket's control board sitting atop a large metal workbench.

"He must have had to in order to repair it. Plus, having access to our records was how Ratchet was able to treat our injuries and allowed Optimus to contact President Gilligrass."

"That I can understand. But why did Wheeljack remove the entire weapon's system ?" Lenny gestured to a small rolling platform upon which sat not just the rocket's missile launcher, but the steering mechanism as well. Freed from the confines of the rocket, the gun in question would still be able to be maneuvered, but only with the aid of at least two people. Lenny nudged the massive weapon and gasped as it suddenly hummed to life.

"It's... the gun's in working order. I have no idea how, but I think it's still loaded."

"Maybe Wheeljack was testing it earlier," Chad said. "We did hear what sounded like gunfire coming from the lab, remember?"

"If that's true..." Bud grinned. "Help me with this, you two. I have an idea!"

"What are you... Bud?"

"Hurry!" Bud was already pushing the gun's trolley along the floor. Due to its size, it moved along, but slowly. "We need to get this to the door by the sandpit!"

"What do you- oh!" Chad grinned and began pushing the trolley alongside Bud. "I see what you're planning."

"Are you mad?" Lenny trotted after his companions. "We're supposed to stay out of sight!"

"And we will! Just follow my lead and we'll be fine. Besides," Bud flashed Lenny a grin. "We've done this before!"

Lenny groaned, but followed suit to to help push the gun along. Between the three of them, the astronauts were able to jog along the corridor with their rocket's gun in tow. Thankfully, they encountered no other Autobots in the hallway who would either question why the humans weren't safe in Med Bay or try and stop them from attempting whatever it was Bud had in mind. Hastily rounding the corner, Bud skidded down the ramp to find that the door Miara had led them through earlier had been blasted open, likely by a stray blast from one of the two robots currently prowling the sandpit.

Bud swallowed as he took in the sight of the Decepticons. Though they were as tall as the Autobots, both of them had wings like those of a jet extending from their backs. One of them- a vision of black, grey, and purple- stood facing away from the door, his hands on his hips as he watched his companion scanning the sand. The second Decepticon, his grey faced twisted in a frustrated scowl, had red and blue colors to compliment his grey tones, his eyes were the color of blood, and when he spoke, his high-pitched voice sounded like the whine of a jet about to take to the sky.

"She was here! I know she was here!"

"Unless it was a trick," the second Decepticon said in a slightly deeper voice. "Laserbeak, can you see where the beast is hiding?"

Laserbeak? Bud stifled a gasp as a metallic caw echoed from above him. Looking up, Bud saw what looked like a massive hawk hovering above the two Decepticons, but like everything he'd seen thus far on Cybertron, the bird was not organic. Instead, the creature looked like a small jet that had been given the crested head of a bird and what looked like cannons for talons. Laserbeak's red and grey body shone in the sun as it circled the sandpit in search of Miara. Thankfully, the avian Decepticon seemed far too focused on its task to notice Bud and his companions standing only a few feet away. Bud motioned Lenny and Chad to step back a few feet, pulling them into the relative safety of the shadows of the corridor.

"Bud, we need to get out of here before that thing spots us." Lenny's voice was scarcely above a whisper.

"No, we have to help Miara."

"If we shoot those monsters, they'll know we're here."

"That's why we're not going to shoot the Decepticons."

"What?"

"Look." Bud pointed at the walls of the Great Dome bordering the outside area that contained Miara's sandpit. "Those are our targets."

"What, why?" Chad's brow furrowed in confusion. "Our missiles probably won't do much damage to the building and even if Wheeljack loaded our weapon with more powerful ammunition, all that'll do is cause more destruction."

"Destruction that'll cause a ton of confusion," Bud clarified. "Worst comes to worst, our missiles will just bounce off the surfaces of the Dome, but the Decepticons won't know what direction they're coming from. No matter what, they'll be the ones who suffer the fallout."

"It could work," Chad admitted.

"It's our only option. Lenny, you take the trigger since you're the best shot. Chad and I will work to aim. Ready?"

"I..." Any more protests from Lenny were cut off by a shout from the high-voiced Decepticon.

"Enough of this charade! Skywarp, let's blast this entire area to pieces. Use your strongest missiles; with any luck, Prime's pet will get caught in the blast!"

"Good idea," the one called Skywarp replied. "Laserbeak, monitor the area. Let us know the astrosecond the dust devil tries to run."

"Bud, Chad, aim for the building on your left." Lenny grabbed the trigger as his fellow astronauts positioned the gun. "Steady, aim..."

"Better fire," Bud hissed as the two Decepticons aimed their arms, both of which had what looked like long-range guns attached to them, at the sand.

"Almost..." Lenny watched Laserbeak circle around the sandpit. As soon as the metal bird had turned away from the doorway the astronauts were hiding in, Lenny squeezed the trigger. The gun in his hand thrummed with power that surged through Lenny's body as a massive missile burst from the barrel and slammed right into the wall. Laserbeak squawked in shock, pulling up to a halt in midair just in time to avoid falling debris slamming into his head.

"What the...?"

"Autobots?" Skywarp started to turn around.

"To the right!" Lenny hissed, moving in tandem with Bud and Chad's steering. The astronaut fired off another shot and this time managed to graze Skywarp's cheek before the shot hit its target. The metal wall rumbled above the Decepticons, but no further debris fell.

"Back and forth, don't stop." Lenny barely registered moving his lower body as he fired off shot after shot from the gun. Cracks appeared in the Great Dome's wall and spilled in all directions as the walls of the sandpit collapsed under the onslaught. Missiles flew back and forth as the two Decepticons tried to make sense of the sudden barrage.

"I can't tell where the attack's coming from or how many Autobots are behind this!"

"Neither can I! Arrrrgh!" The high-voiced Decepticon screamed as a well-timed missile found its mark on one of his wings. "Find the attackers, Laserbeak!"

"Uh-oh."

"We can't stop now," Bud insisted. "Lenny, can you hit him?"

"I can try." Lenny gritted his teeth and fired, hoping his shot would land home. Luck was on the astronaut's side as the missile landed hard on the side of Laserbeak's head. Laserbeak screeched and fell to the ground with a hard metal thump, his left eye a mess of sparking wires.

"Good one, Len!"

"It's not over yet. Keep the gun moving, you two; we've got them disorientated."

"Aaaaaah!" Skywarp screamed as one of Lenny's missiles found his leg. "Enough of this!" The Decepticon's image seemed to shimmer before vanishing completely. His companion froze, giving Lenny plenty of opportunity to shoot two missiles directly at him before firing on the buildings again.

"Arrrrrrrgh!" The Decepticon held a hand to his chest as he fell to his knees. Blue fluid spilled out from between his fingers as wires dangled from the gaping hole. "Skywarp, you coward!"

"Coward yourself, Starscream!" Skywarp appeared out of thin air next to his fallen comrade. "And the shots are coming from over there!" Skywarp pointed at the blasted-open entryway.

"That's where the blasted Autobots are hiding?" Starscream staggered back to his feet.

"As far as I can tell." Skywarp grinned as he advanced on the open doorway, gun at the ready. "Shall we?"

"Bud, I think we need to run."

"But what about-"

"No, Lenny's right, Bud, you need to get out of here."

"What the-" Bud's eyes widened as Miara appeared next to him. "How did you escape?"

"The sandpit's walls collapsed and I was able to stay hidden while I made my way back here." Miara gestured for the humans fall back. "Stay out of sight; I'll handle this."

The little Teron darted forward on all fours, skidding to a halt in the gaping doorway. "Don't even think about it, Starscream! You're outmatched!"

"Finally decided to show yourself, dust devil?" Starscream growled as his red eyes narrowed.

"You could have saved yourself a lot of pain if you'd just given up!" Miara called back. "And either way, you're not getting past me into the Dome, so you should just retreat while you have the chance!"

"What makes you think we're frightened of you?"

Before Miara could answer, another missile came flying out from behind her and buried itself in the ground just in front of Starscream's metal foot. The Decepticon leapt back with a yelp; Miara glanced over her shoulder and Lenny winked at the little Teron. Miara nodded back at him before turning back to the furious Decepticons.

"Like I said, you're outmatched!"

"Oh, I very much disagree!"

Miara froze in place at the sound of the gravelly voice. Before Bud, Lenny, or Chad could react, another Decepticon suddenly soared into view. Coming to a halt in front of Starscream and Skywarp, the newcomer stood significantly taller than the other two as well a bit bulkier. The huge Decepticon's body was mostly grey with the only major standouts being his black legs and deep red eyes. His head appeared to have a built-in helmet that left his face open and the cruel smile that radiated down at Miara left little doubt that this Decepticon was not one to be trifled with. Miara clearly thought the same as she flattened herself closer to the ground and curled her tail around her body.

"Megatron."

Megatron? Bud gulped as he stared up at the huge robot. So this was Megatron, the leader of the Decepticons he'd heard so much about. Maybe it was due to what he'd been told, but Bud could almost feel the malice radiating from the Decepticon's body. He clutched hard at the gun controls in an attempt to stop his legs from giving out as Lenny and Chad huddled close to him.

"We meet again, little dust devil. Tell me, what are you hiding?"

Miara was shaking, but she didn't back away from the Decepticon Warlord. Swallowing hard, the little Teron called back,

"I am defending my home as an Autobot! Leave here at once or suffer the same fate as Starscream and Skywarp!"

"And just who will attempt to fire on me, beast? Those missiles were too small to suit a Cybertronian weapon."

"Shows how much you know! Autobots are highly inventive!"

"And little dust devils are the perfect target practice." Megatron raised his right arm; like Starscream and Skywarp, he too had what looked like a massive gun attached to his limb, but judging from the size of it, one blast would be enough to destroy the section of hallway where Miara stood in defense of Bud, Lenny, and Chad. The Teron risked a glance behind her, eyes wide as she gestured weakly with her tail tip for the three humans hiding in the shadows to run. Bud shook his head as he and Chad positioned the gun directly at Megatron.

"Ahhh, there is someone behind you, isn't there? Last chance to tell me, pest!" Megatron's smile stretched even wider as the gun on his hand began to thrum. "Tell me what you're hiding and I might just spare your life."

"I would never betray my fellow Autobots!"

"Humph, Optimus Prime has taught you well. Pity he's not here to save you."

"Guess again!"

Megatron barely had time to turn before a flash of red, blue and silver slammed into him. The Deception Warlord managed to keep his footing, but in an instant, he was snatched up in the grip of a very angry Optimus Prime. The Autobot leader dug his fingers into Megatron's shoulders, causing crushing dents in the metal, before throwing his foe to the ground. Megatron rolled to the side and fired a blast at Optimus; the strike grazed Optimus's left shoulder, but the Prime didn't so much as flinch as he charged at Megatron again. The Decepticon Warlord jumped to his feet just into time to avoid a devastating punch.

"Attack him, you idiots! Attack him!"

Somewhat apprehensively Skywarp aimed his blaster at Optimus. Quick as a flash, the Autobot leader's right hand transformed into an axe with which he deflected the shot. Starscream seized his opportunity and dodged around the Prime, seeking to strike at Optimus's unprotected back. Optimus didn't even bother to look behind him as he spun in a circle, sweeping his axe blade in a vicious arc and catching Starscream in the side. Starscream fell backwards with a scream.

"Attack, you idiot, attack!"

"Bah! Attack him yourself, Lord Megatron!" Starscream's wounded body transformed into a rather damaged jet before taking flight and soaring away from battle.

"You coward, Starscream! I'll- ahhhhhh!" Megatron's threats were cut off by another barrage of gunfire courteous of Lenny while Bud and Chad held the gun steady.

"Keep talking, Megatron," Chad muttered. "We've got all day."

"Yeah, but I don't know how much more ammo we have," Lenny said as he paused in his firing.

"Yeah, well, I don't know how much more stamina Megatron has." Bud watched as Optimus knocked Skywarp to the side before advancing on Megatron again.

"Give up, Megatron. You've lost and so long as I stand here, you will always lose."

"Don't count on it, Prime!" Megatron snarled. "When this war ends, only one of us will stand in triumph and it will not be you."

Megatron laughed as he jumped into the air. To the humans' surprise, the huge Decepticon didn't transform, but still managed to stay airborne as he soared out of Optimus's range.

"Retreat, Decepticons!" he bellowed. "Let the Autobots have their meager victory! It will not last forever! The reign of Megatron will soon begin!"

Skywarp transformed into his own jet form, but before he followed his leader, a metal rope shot out of the Decepticon's underside and wrapped itself around Laserbeak. The avian Decepticon was still motionless on the ground and his left eye dangled from by a few wires as it stared blankly at the sky.

Laserbeak's right eye, on the other hand, was functioning just fine, and just before Skywarp towed him away, the Decepticon spy captured a clear image of three organic beings exiting the Great Dome to speak with Optimus Prime.

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"Optimus!"

"Oh, thank Primus." Optimus knelt down and held out his hands for Miara to run into. The little Teron raced toward the Prime on all fours and was quickly scooped up and held against his metal chest. "Are you alright, Miara?"

"I'm fine." Miara nuzzled against the Autobot leader. "Neither Starscream nor Skywarp could find me, especially once our friends helped by firing on the Decepticons."

"I noticed." Still cradling Miara, Optimus turned to address the three humans approaching him. "That was brave of you, my friends. Reckless, but brave, and I cannot thank you enough for your actions in defending both Miara and myself."

"We couldn't let Miara face those two Decepticons alone," Bud replied. "Nor could we just sit by and do nothing when you've done everything in your power to help us."

"And I gotta give Bud credit, he managed to find a way to show those Decepticons a thing or two without allowing us to be seen." Lenny grinned at Bud, who returned his friend's smile.

"Hey, you landed that hit on Laserbeak. Shot his eye out!"

"One of his eyes," Optimus said. "I'm hoping the fall temporarily deactivated Laserbeak, but I can't be sure and if he saw you when Skywarp was carrying him..."

"Oh no." Bud's face fell. "We might have doomed Earth."

"No, my friend," Optimus assured him, laying a finger on Bud's shoulder. "I knew from the moment Megatron attacked us today that he was aware we had something to hide. He's not going to give up until he's certain he has discovered the secret we Autobots are hiding. Sadly, that secret is a planet full of energon the Decepticons would be happy to plunder."

"And we just gave that secret away, didn't we?" Chad asked.

"If Laserbeak spotted you, that would indeed confirm that we are sheltering a species yet unknown to the Decepticons. Thankfully, Megatron still knows nothing of Earth or what you are, but he does know now that you are at least willing to fight him."

"Will Megatron see that as a challenge?"

Optimus and Miara exchanged a glance. "Probably," Miara admitted. "But like Optimus said, we still have an advantage. Laserbeak may have caught a glimpse of you, but the Decepticons still don't know what you are or where you come from."

"Sadly I don't think we can keep that knowledge from him forever, given how we plan to continue communication between Earth and Cybertron," Optimus said gravely. "We will still do our best to keep Megatron unaware of your planet, but we need to be prepared for any possibility, including a surprise attack on Earth, going forward."

"At least Megatron won't be up for a surprise attack anytime soon, given his injuries. I'm guessing the other Decepticons didn't put up much of a fight after the initial ambush?" Miara asked.

"No, Little Sandstorm, they did not. Given that nearly all of the Decepticons sustained fairly serious injuries less than a solar cycle ago, they were in no shape to break through our defenses, even though they took us by surprise."

"Which is probably why Megatron retreated so quickly."

"And those other two- what were their names again?"

"Skywarp and Starscream."

"Right. That Starscream guy sure didn't seem to be in much of a hurry to help his leader."

"Believe me, that is quite typical of Starscream." Optimus was unable to keep the amusement out of his voice as Miara giggled and nodded. "And no doubt Megatron will soundly berate him for failing to incapacitate me."

"Doubt he could have," Chad said. "Megatron himself couldn't beat you, Optimus."

"No, but he tried." Miara peered up at Optimus, reaching out a small hand toward her guardian's face. "You should probably visit Ratchet."

Despite the battering his facemask had taken, Optimus managed a smile at the little Teron's concern. "I'll be alright. I'm just glad you and our friends are safe. Now, let's get back indoors where we can assess the full extent of the damage and plan the astronauts' return to Earth."

"We're still clear to open a space bridge?" Lenny asked.

"Yes, even more so now." Optimus got to his feet, allowing Miara to climb up on his shoulder before gesturing for the three humans to follow him back inside the Great Dome. "The Decepticons were already in dire need of repairs and attempting a second attack on Iacon today did them even more harm. If anything, Megatron gave us more of an opportunity to get you home safely and we should make the most of it. Oh, let me help you with this."

Optimus leaned down to pick up the gun, trolly and all, from the floor and carried it with him back into the building.

"Wheeljack did a good job; no doubt you will have less trouble with asteroids from now on."

"Yeah, but Megatron was able to figure out the weapon wasn't exactly suited for one of you Autobots," Lenny said.

"True, but I was the one who all but confirmed you were hiding behind me when I tried to get you to run," Miara said with a sigh.

"Don't blame yourselves." Optimus nodded at the three astronauts and stroked the top of Miara's head. "As I said, Megatron already had his suspicions and there was nothing we could do to convince him otherwise. While it is true that you three made your presence known by firing your weapon and you, Miara, confirmed a presence was behind you in the heat of battle, you were all protecting each other. That, in and of itself, is not a mistake."

"But now you may have to devote your efforts to protecting Earth as well as Cybertron," Lenny pointed out.

"I am prepared to do so if it means Earth will not have to suffer the same fate as Cybertron. So long as I am able to fight, Megatron will conquer neither planet."

Optimus led the group toward the main room of the Great Dome. As he approached, he heard the voices of his fellow Autobots inside and when the doors opened, all turned to face the Prime as he made his way inside.

"Is everyone alright?"

"A few minor injuries here and there." Ratchet was already moving among the gathered Autobots. "And it looks like you sustained a few wounds yourself, Optimus."

"True, but you should see the state of Megatron. He certainly won't be up for a rematch anytime soon."

"Neither will Starcream," Jazz said. "The Decepticons were already slowly retreating when you took off after Megatron, Prime, but when Starscream came flyin' away from the Dome, they followed after him in the blink of an optic."

"And what happened to Laserbeak?" Bumblebee asked. "I don't think I've ever seen him in such bad shape."

"Our human friends are to thank for that." Optimus knelt down and allowed Bud, Lenny, and Chad to climb into his palm. "As is your work, Wheeljack."

"I knew it'd work!" Wheeljack took the gun from Optimus and looked it over. "The overall design of the gun was fine, but a bit of stronger metal and a few adjustments to shorten the time between shots put some real power into the missiles."

"That's all you did?" Lenny asked. "Huh, given the power behind the blasts, I thought those missiles were Cybertronian-made."

"Nope, they're yours. Just gave 'em a bit of an upgrade is all!"

"Those upgrades helped," Bud said. "Laserbeak, Starscream and Skywarp all got a taste of that firepower."

"And you three managed that?" A grin stretched across Ironhide's rugged face. "Huh, for your first battle against the Decepticons, I'm impressed."

"Be more impressed that none of them got hurt." Ratchet approached Optimus and the Prime held out his hand to allow the medic to run a scanning beam over the astronauts. "Hmm, aside from a few tired muscles, you're fine. Miara?"

"I'm okay." The Teron held still as Ratchet checked her over. "We were by the sandpit and I stayed hidden while Starscream and Skywarp were searching for me. They were going to try and start blasting the entire area apart, but Bud, Lenny, and Chad fired on them first."

"Yeah, well, we all would have been blown to smithereens if Megatron had fired on us," Chad pointed out. "Good thing you got there in time, Optimus."

"Thank Primus indeed." Ratchet frowned and peered at Optimus's face. "Hmm, any pain, Prime?"

"A bit, but I've had worse, as you well know. Jazz, what's the status of the front gates?"

"Blasted apart and the ground leading up to it torn to shreds, I'm afraid. We're gonna have to start from scratch to repair them."

"I see." Optimus considered this information for an astrosecond before addressing his first lieutenant again. "You drew up the schedule for guards patrolling Iacon's borders; continue to keep to it, but focus the teams on the front gates. Ironhide, can I count on you to help with the longer patrols?"

"Always, Prime."

"Thank you. Wheeljack, how much longer will it take to repair the humans' rocket?"

"If I get workin' now, a joor or two."

"But you'll be ready by sunset?"

"Easily, Optimus."

"Good. We will proceed with the spacebridge to Earth at that time. But we should let President Gilligrass know what has transpired today."

Optimus walked over to the main computer and set the three astronauts down on the counter beneath it. The screen flickered to life as Optimus tapped away at the keyboard and soon the familiar sight of NASA's control room came into sight. Miara sat up on Optimus's shoulder, leaning against his helm as President Gilligrass, Vice President Tibbs, and Christopher Calvertron stepped onto the screen.

"Ahh, Optimus Prime, I was expecting your call." President Gilligrass sat down in front of his screen, arms folded on the counter to display his freshly scrubbed hands and neatly trimmed nails.

"Good day, President Gilligrass. I trust you are well?"

"Well enough." The president flashed the watching Autobots, astronauts, and Teron a wide smile. "Shuckworth, Showler, Shanks, anything to report?"

"Yes, sir. We just had a battle with the Decepticons."

"What?" The smile on President Gilligrass's face vanished as he began to splutter. "Battle? Decepticons? Explain yourselves, men! I thought you were supposed to stay out of sight! What are you-?"

"Allow me to explain, Mr. President," Optimus answered. The Prime described what had happened both at the front gates as well as at the sandpit with a few other Autobots speaking up to report what had happened at the gates after the Autobot leader had left to pursue Megatron. "I admit, I was hoping Megatron wouldn't attempt another strike against Iacon. My Autobots and I made sure we inflicted as much damage as we could during our last battle in order to ensure that the Decepticons would not be willing to attempt another attack so soon. Sadly, I misjudged how determined Megatron was."

"Humph, the brute," Ms. Tibbs sniffed.

"Indeed. From the way you described yesterday's battle, Optimus, it was a sure thing that Megatron wouldn't be fit for battle any time soon," President Gilligrass added.

"Megatron miscalculated as well, sir," Miara said. "He and the Deceptions were able to ambush the front gates, but they were too badly injured to do too much. And Bud, Lenny, and Chad were able to help fight off two Decepticons long enough for Optimus to arrive."

"What? Shuckworth, explain!"

Like Optimus, Bud gave the president a quick summary of what he and the other two astronauts had managed to do. The Autobot leader waited until Bud had finished before adding,

"It was not my wish for your men- or any humans for that matter- to get involved in our war, but I am thankful for what they did." Optimus smiled and cupped an affectionate hand around the little Teron on his shoulder. "Your men and my sparkling showed great courage and resourcefulness against the Decepticons; they should be commended for that."

"Still, thank goodness you weren't injured, Miara," Ms. Tibbs said, favoring the little Teron with a simpering smile. "What horrible creatures those Decepticons are, attacking a defenseless child."

"Oh, Miara's not defenseless, believe me," Bumblebee spoke up. "Let me guess, Sandstorm, Starscream and Skywarp were running in circles trying to find you."

"More like back and forth."

Optimus chuckled and ruffled Miara's hair with a fingertip as the other Autobots burst into laughter. "As we have long since learned, none can beat a Teron in the sand. A pity the Decepticons continue to forget that lesson."

"But... wasn't the whole point of your first battle to keep them from spotting our astronauts?" Christopher asked.

"We did make sure to keep well out of sight, sir, but we couldn't let Miara handle Starscream and Skywarp alone," Bud insisted. "Plus, they had a scout called Laserbeak with them and we managed to disable one of his cameras."

"One of his cameras?" President Gilligrass repeated. "So, then, is there a chance that this Laserbeak did catch a glimpse of Shuckworth, Showler, and Shanks?"

"There is a chance, yes, but even if that particular information reaches Megatron, all it will prove is that three members of an unknown species were here," Optimus answered. "He still has no information regarding Earth or its location in the universe, but there was always going to be a chance that the Decepticons would one day learn of you."

"The Decepticons never learned of Miara's planet though, did they?" Christopher pointed out.

"No, but we have not returned to Holtus since bringing Miara to Cybertron and have since deleted all information regarding Holtus's coordinates from our public records. We would prefer to remain in contact with Earth, but if you believe it wise, President Gilligrass, we will cease communication with you once we send your men home and destroy all information regarding Earth and the human race."

"What?"

"But we-"

"You can't mean-"

"Much as I would like for us to continue our correspondence," Optimus said, looking down at the three humans, "if your leader thinks it is the best way to protect your planet, I would be happy to both wipe all traces of Earth from our records, just as we did with Holtus. We can also ensure the satellite we launched is destroyed to prevent Megatron from hacking it and communicating with humans with less than desirable motives."

"Huh, the Russians would love that."

"Pardon?"

"Er, never mind." President Gilligrass tapped his chin in thought. "If Megatron were able to learn about Earth, what then? Could you stop him from attacking us?"

"I would do everything in my power to protect you," Optimus answered. "It was never my intention to put Earth in danger, but there was always going to be the risk of Megatron learning about you. As such, I am fully prepared to defend both Cybertron and Earth to the best of my abilities."

"We all are," Bumblebee said firmly.

"You... you are?"

"We don't abandon our fellow Autobots or our friends," Miara said with a smile.

"And I did promise that we would help you with your Space Hotel," Optimus added. "At the very least, I intend to keep that promise."

"I..." A flicker of shame passed over President Gilligrass's face. "Thank you, Optimus Prime. And no, I don't think cutting off contact is the best course of action. We owe you and your Autobots a great deal; it wouldn't be fair to turn our backs on you just because of a few bad apples."

"A few bad what?" Several of the Autobots exchanged confused glances.

"Merely an expression," Ms. Tibbs clarified. "You were saying, Mr. President?"

"Er, yes, ahem. I was saying that we not only welcome your assistance in dealing with the Vermicious Knids, but that we welcome your friendship as well. I won't let Megatron spoil that."

"Thank you, President Gilligrass. Your faith in the Autobots means a great deal to us; rest assured that we will not abandon you should you face a threat you cannot handle alone. As such, I propose we establish a permanent Cybertronian defense at Space Hotel USA. Not only would that solve your Vermicious Knid problem, but it would also provide Earth with a first line of defense in the event that Megatron attempts an attack on Earth."

"Could you do that? " Christopher perked up noticeably. "That is, it wouldn't put your home in danger, would it?"

"We could manage it if we drew from some of our forces on some of Cybertron's colony planets," Ironhide said. "Actually, I've spoken to several old comrades on our colonies who would jump at the chance to establish a new base."

"Send me a full report on the bots who you think would be most suitable for the task, Ironhide; I'll send you a list of our best candidates, President Gilligrass."

"Excellent. I've no doubt whoever you send to defend the hotel will be more than acceptable. Now, as to Shuckworth, Shanks, and Showler's return..."

"We will be ready at sunset." Optimus tapped at the keyboard. "I'm sending you the coordinates for the space bridge. If my calculations are correct, the bridge should open outside your main headquarters."

"I'm getting your transmission now!" Optimus waited for Christopher to retrieve the missive. "Yes, yes, these coordinates are correct. As per our calculations, sunset will occur at 19:19 exactly."

"Very well." Optimus brought up the files from the rocket, quickly converting Earth time to Cybertronian. "Not too much of a difference. We will be ready."

"As will we."

"Until sunset, Mr. President."

"You as well, Optimus Prime. Over and... what?" The president turned to address someone to the right of the screen. "Yes, we are expecting a delivery from Wonka! No, they're not chocolate bars, you blithering dolt! I'll-"

The screen quickly cut out, but not before everyone watching caught a glimpse of Christopher Calvertron's resigned expression.

"I'm guessing a delivery at NASA isn't a regular occurrence?" Prowl commented dryly from the back of the crowd.

"Not one from the Wonka factory, anyway," Bud answered. "But the president did say he'd speak to Wonka about providing you with extra energon."

"Isn't he the same human who provided confections to your rations?" Ratchet asked.

"Yes and he somehow managed to use candy to power a craft into space. Don't ask me how Wonka did it, but he did."

"Huh, can't wait to see what this energon can do." Wheeljack began walking toward the door. "But I'd better get to work on finishing the repairs to your rocket if we're gonna be sending you home by sunset."

"Thank you, Wheeljack. Everyone else, return to your duties."

"Yes, sir!"

"I think it would be best if we did a quick patrol of Iacon, Miara. But before that," Optimus held turned to the three humans. "I have something I want to show you, my friends."

"Oh, what's that?"

"You'll see."

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"I want you to see more of Cybertron as it was before the war," Optimus explained to Bud as the Autobot leader made his way out of the Great Dome. From his perch on Optimus's left shoulder, Bud saw Miara straighten up excitedly on the Prime's right.

"I take it you know where we're headed, Miara?"

"Yes, but I'm not going to spoil the surprise," the Teron answered with a wide smile.

"Haven't we had enough surprises for one day?" Lenny sighed.

"Fear not, my friend," Optimus assured him. "The place we're headed is perfectly safe and, I might add, a personal favorite of mine to visit."

"Mine too," Miara said.

"Yeah?" Chad glanced over at the Teron. "I can't wait to see it then. And I don't mind saying that we when get back to Earth, I'm going to take my vacation days and head back to South Dakota to visit one of my favorite places."

"Where do you like to go, Chad?"

"Not far from my parents' house is a grove of trees where a river runs by." Chad's face stretched into a smile as he pictured the location. "The grass is soft and the tree branches dip into the water and every so often, deer or rabbit come by to drink. I learned that as long I stayed still, they wouldn't run away and I would spend hours there as a boy just laying back in the grass and enjoying the peace and quiet."

Miara titled her head, blinking her brown eyes at the astronaut. "Hmmm, I doubt I'm picturing it the way you since I don't know what Earth looks like, but the way you described that place makes it sound wonderful."

"Indeed," Optimus agreed. "Thankfully, we should have you back home by the day's end, Chad. You'll be back by your river soon."

"Oh, I'm looking forward to it."

"Not to burst your bubble, Chad, but you might want to wait until it's properly summer to visit your little retreat again," Lenny told him. "It's barely spring back on Earth and the weather's not exactly pleasant right now."

"Plus, after everything that's happened, NASA is going to want us to stick around for a bit before letting us go on vacation."

"Yeah, I guess," Chad sighed. "Oh well, you're right, Lenny; summer will be the better time to visit South Dakota. Plus, summer is when all the fairs visit and I haven't had a chance to enjoy one since I left."

"I hope you do. It has been so long since Cybertron has been able to enjoy such moments and I am glad Earth has not faced the same conflicts we have."

"Actually, some parts of Earth are war zones," Bud explained, his tone just as grave as Optimus's. "There are countries that seem to do nothing but fight and it's the innocent civilians who pay the price."

"Something else we have in common and this time, not for the better." The Prime's voice was heavy. "But it is not your entire planet that get caught up in these conflicts, correct?"

"No. While America lends support to some countries that go to war to defend their territories and people, we don't always get involved in fighting."

"Plus, it's not always the governments that are fighting; often it's a group of people who control a good portion of territory or who specialize in black market goods that cause trouble," Lenny added. "When that happens, different countries often band together to solve the problem by enforcing laws or helping to track down illegal goods."

"Then you help each other." Miara nodded at Lenny's words. That's good; the more you do that, the better off your planet will be."

"Indeed. And with any luck, the more we help our civilians here on Cybertron, the better off we will be in the future," Optimus noted. "And while conflict will always be a part of life, it need not be all we focus on."

"I imagine that can be hard to remember, given your circumstances."

"At times. But the place we're headed to serves as a reminder of the good that can be found amidst the bad."

"How so?"

"You'll see. Come on down now."

Bud and his companions stepped into the Autobot leader's offered palm and allowed him to set them down on the steps leading up to the Great Dome's main entrance. Miara, meanwhile, remained seated in Optimus's other hand even as he transformed. When the Prime had fully shifted into his vehicle form, Bud could see Miara already seated in what would have been the driver's seat of a car back in America. Of course, Miara was barely tall enough to see over the dashboard of an American car, never mind the dashboard of a Cybertronian Optimus's size, but the little Teron didn't seem bothered by this fact and simply curled against the seat as Optimus opened his door opposite Miara to allow Bud and his friends inside.

"So, are we leaving Iacon for this?" Lenny asked, setting himself between his friends."

"No, we will remain inside of the city limits." Optimus's engine rumbled as the Prime began to drive away from the Great Dome. "But where we're headed is a bit farther away from where we went on our first tour."

"Yeah?" Chad peered out the window to watch the streets and buildings passing them by as Optimus drove along. "I'm guessing, then, wherever we're going is safe from any Decepticon attacks?"

"As of now. Which is fortunate because we will be close to a good many residential complexes."

"Really?" Bud sat up a bit to glance at the numerous buildings. "Out of curiosity, what are homes for Cybertronian civilians like?"

"It depends on the bot in question," Optimus answered. "Some prefer more humble abodes and simply require a recharge berth and bathing accommodations. Others, if they can afford it, prefer more luxurious homes. And a Cybertronian who specializes in a certain field will need space to hone their skills. Many a scientist or sculptor favor the minimum amount of necessities for themselves, but will happily reside in a more upscale home if it means they have the space to work."

"Plenty of humans are like that too, right, Len?"

"Hey, you'd be surprised how much lab work you can fit in a student dorm room if you use a sleeping bag instead of a bed!"

"What kind of a lab did you study in, Lenny?" Miara asked.

"Chemistry. Actually helped develop a more effective insect repellent that could be worn as both perfume and cologne."

"What are perfume and cologne?" Optimus asked.

"They're liquids known for their favorable aromas when worn on the skin. Cologne is for men and perfume for women. However, some scents end up attracting insects like mosquitos and gnats, which are known for sucking blood from humans."

"Really?" Miara's eyes were wide. "Doesn't that hurt?"

"Nah; they're so small you hardly feel it. But the bites itch like you wouldn't believe. Anyway, I got to be part of a team that helped develop sprays that could serve as both insect repellent and perfume or cologne. Heh, the entire floor my dorm was on smelled like peppermint for months, but no one complained 'cause the place smelled great and we didn't have bug problems."

"Is that so?" Optimus chuckled as he turned down a less crowded street. "Perhaps one day you could study the various chemical components here on Cybertron and tell us how they relate to those on Earth. We would certainly welcome your input."

"I would welcome that as well." Lenny smiled hugely at the idea. "It's been a long time since I got to be part of a scientific study. Plus, I'd love to see some of your labs."

"All in good time. There is much I would like to show you one day and much I would like to learn about Earth. But for now," Optimus turned another corner and paused, "This is what I wanted you to see."

Optimus came to a halt by a group of smaller buildings that looked to Bud almost like Earth condos, albeit a good deal bigger. On the stoops leading up to some of the doors, Autobots with slightly faded paint and prominent lines in their face masks sat basking in the sun, some fiddling with what looked like small pieces of metal and some sipping from what Bud swore were oil cans. Many of them waved or inclined their heads in Optimus's direction before turning back to their friends. A short distance away from the buildings, the ground dipped sharply into a ravine which before rising up again to a what looked like a platform the size of Manhattan Island. Shielding his eyes, Bud couldn't see what the platform contained, but he could see that the only way to get there short of flying was a large gleaming bridge that spanned the ravine.

"The Benevolous Bridge," Optimus clarified. "It leads to the Alpha Preserve, a nature reserve."

"You... you have those here?"

"Obviously, Len."

"True, we do not have organic flora like you do on Earth, but Cybertron has its own natural beauty. Come, I'll show you."

Optimus began to drive slowly across the bridge. The sturdy structure gleamed in the midday sun, making the whole bridge seem to glow as the Autobot leader made his way across it. Miara was smiling as she peered out at the gleaming metal, obvious pride radiating from her furry face. The little Teron smiled even wider when Optimus reached the Alpha Preserve and came to a smooth halt a few feet away from a series of towering metal structures.

"Whoa. Did Autobots build these?" Bud asked as he, Lenny, and Chad stepped out onto the smooth metal ground of the preserve.

"They did," Optimus answered, quickly transforming back to his usual robot self. "These structures have been part of the Alpha Preserve for countless millennia and are enjoyed by all who come here."

Bud approached one of the structures, noting the almost transparent strands of metal that were threaded with silver beads that shifted in the slight breeze that blew through the preserve. The beads made a light tinkling sound as they shifted, a bit like the windchimes Bud's mother had hung on their porch every summer.

"Amazing; even the flowers are made of metal." Lenny knelt down to examine tiny metal objects popping up from the ground. Glancing down, Bud saw that they too were bobbing about in the slight breeze and though the blooms were identical in structure to an Earth flower, the delicate texture of a flower petal had been replaced with a light flexible material that was unlike anything he'd ever seen, but was no less metallic than anything else Cybertron had to offer.

"What do the flowers feel like on Earth?" Miara asked, coming to stand by Bud as he ran his finger over a shining petal.

"Light and delicate and the petals tear so easily."

"The ones on Earth have more of a scent too," Chad added.

"Oh? You can't pick up the scent of Cybertronian flowers?"

"Not really. To be fair, humans don't rely on their noses to the extent a good many of Earth's animals do. And given what we know about you, Miara, your sense of smell also puts ours to shame."

"Actually, I wouldn't mind getting your opinion on what Earth plants smell like compared to what humans think," Lenny said. "You mentioned the candy we had didn't smell good to you, right?"

"No. It smelled... heavy. If that makes sense."

"It does; there are plenty of humans who would react that way to candy and plenty of others who would feel the same about too many flowers in one place."

"Really?"

"Really," Bud confirmed with a smile at the little Teron. "And you know what else? I'd bet you anything that you could find a group of humans on Earth who would consider Cybertronian flowers to be the best-smelling flowers anywhere."

"Well, then, they should come here. Actually, I think all humans should be allowed to visit the Alpha Preserve!" Miara returned the astronauts smile, her tail wagging as she spoke.

"A sentiment we both share, Little Sandstorm."

Bud glanced up at Optimus's words. The Autobot leader was sitting down, his back resting against the base of a massive asymmetrical statue that seemed to both coil and explode upward. A sense of peace radiated from the Prime as he gazed at the Benevolous Bridge and his blue optics were half-closed in an expression of utter calm as he spoke.

"Anyone who comes to Iacon in peace is welcome here in the Alpha Preserve. All sentient beings need a place where they may pause and reflect from time to time. I would be honored to share this place with like-minded humans and allow them to experience a bit of quiet and calm if they seek it."

"And if it wasn't for you, plenty of Autobots would also lack the ability to come to the Alpha Preserve," Miara said as she trotted over to Optimus.

"Oh?" Bud followed Miara with Lenny and Chad following suit. "Did you help establish the Preserve, Optimus?"

"No, my friend. The Alpha Preserve was here long before I came online. But," Optimus held out a palm to Miara. The little Teron all but dove into the Autotbot leader's hand and she gave a contented chirp as Optimus cradled her lovingly against his chest. "Miara is quite correct in the sense that I played a large part in its continued history as a beloved location to all of Iacon."

"How so?"

Optimus stroked the top of Miara's head as the Teron leaned against him. "The Benevolous Bridge you see before you is not the original structure that once connected the Alpha Preserve with the rest of Iacon. That bridge was built long before my time and served its purpose well. When I originally lived at the residential complexes we passed earlier, I used that bridge often when I wanted to come to the nature reserve to calm my thoughts."

"You lived in there?" Lenny jerked around to peer across the bridge. Though the homes of the Autobot civilians couldn't be seen from their current position, Bud couldn't quite wrap his head around the idea of a great and noble leader like Optimus Prime residing in such a place. Why, it would be like expecting President Gilligrass to live in a cottage or Mayor Centipede and his family to reside in a second-rate apartment!

"Long ago," Optimus confirmed, amusement evident in his voice.

"But... but you're the Prime, right?" Chad asked. "The leader of the Autobots."

"I am now, but I was not always. No, long before I was Prime, I worked as a data clerk in Iacon's Hall of Records. As well as providing information about Iacon in general, I also studied as much of our world as I could and familiarized myself with how to improve life for all Autobots who lived there."

"Wow." Bud felt an awed smile stretch over his face. "You know, Optimus, you're not so different from the men who founded the country of America."

"Oh?"

"Yes. They weren't born leaders; they were farmers, lawyers, tradesmen, or even priests. Our Founding Fathers, as we call them, used their different views and experiences to come together to build a country that would last."

Miara glanced up at Optimus with delight as the Autobot leader met Bud's eyes with his own blue optics. "That... that makes me very happy to hear, Bud. Being compared to what are revered historical figures aside, hearing that your ancestors were able to come together despite their differences gives me a great deal of hope for future relationships between humans and Cybertronians."

Bud found himself moving closer to lean against Optimus's side as the Prime continued his tale. "As I mentioned, the original Benevolous Bridge had stood as the connection for years untold when I was first approached about it. A Cybertronian named Jetfire was the one who asked me for that information. As I lived so close to the bridge, I asked him about his intentions and to my dismay, Jetfire announced that the bridge was to be dismantled."

"What? Why?" Chad asked, his eyes wide.

"The Iacon City Building Council had determined the bridge was no longer structurally sound and was in danger of collapsing. Certainly, it was in the best interest of all to dismantle the bridge in the interest of safety, but Jetfire also told me that there were no plans to rebuild it. When I pointed out that Autobots would not be able to visit the reserve, Jetfire said that those with the ability to fly would still be able to do so."

"Wait, can Autobots fly?" Lenny asked. "I noticed the Decepticons could turn into jets and Megatron could fly on his own; why can't you?"

"Some Autobots have the ability to take on a flying alt form, but not all," Optimus explained. "And there are some Decepticons who cannot attain an alt mode capable of flight."

"So if the Benevolous Bridge were to permanently dismantled, the Cybertronians who couldn't fly would be out of luck," Bud said.

"Yes. And that was the argument I presented to Jetfire. The Alpha Preserve should be open to all, regardless of their abilities. As such, I told Jetfire that if he was willing, I would help him gather the necessary materials and rebuild the bridge rather than simply destroying it."

"And Jetfire agreed," Miara said, the smile on her face as bright as the sun above.

"Indeed he did, Little Sandstorm. Together, Jetfire and I proposed our plans to the Iacon Building Council and they agreed to let us undertake the task. We worked together for an entire cyber-week, taking down the bridge in sections and replacing the older, worn-out parts with newer heat-treated metal that would last even longer than the original materials. It was hard work, yes, but when the job was completed, I was approached by a group of older Autobots who resided in the same complex I did. They had been worried when they saw the construction to the bridge, fearing that they would no longer have a way to get to the Alpha Preserve. But upon seeing the new bridge, the same one you are looking at now, they were overjoyed that they could still enjoy the nature reserve as they had always done."

"I'll bet they were. Was Jetfire glad that he agreed?"

Miara glanced up at Optimus again, who ran a hand over the little Teron's back before answering,

"Jetfire was already gone; he had left when I was conversing with the other civilians. I saw him briefly a few times after that day, usually during specific events concerning the overall overseeing of Iacon. I was always glad to see Jetfire, but our meetings never lasted long. He was always a solitary bot and preferred action to words."

"Is he still like that?" Chad asked. "Is that why we haven't met him yet?"

Optimus fell silent and Miara nuzzled the top of her head against his chest. The Prime sighed heavily, closing his optics for a moment before answering Chad's question.

"Jetfire is a Decepticon."

"What?" Bud swore he could feel jaw dropping down to his stomach. "Jetfire... he's a Decepticon?"

"How?"

"Why?"

"I cannot say why Jetfire chose to join the Decepticons." Optimus leveled his gaze at the Benevolous Bridge once more. "There are plenty of Cybertronians who quietly support the Decepticon ideals of strength, personal power, and the refusal to be misled. What those bots do not support, however, is the idea of Megatron as a leader."

"Oh..."

"Was Jetfire one of those bots?"

"I am certain he is. There is too much good in Jetfire to follow Megatron, no matter what he himself believes."

"Have you... have you seen him since?"

"Once." Optimus's voice seemed to lighten somewhat. "It was in the early days of the War and I had taken my position as Prime in the hopes of claiming Iacon fully for the Autobots. I learned of a skirmish near the Benevolous Bridge, but when I got there, the combatants had fled the scene. To my dismay, I noticed a hole in the middle of the bridge, but upon further examination, I noticed it could be repaired fairly easily. Before I could do anything, though, Jetfire appeared on the scene and he bore the mark of the Decepticons as certain as I wore that of the Autobots."

Optimus nodded at his shoulder while Miara placed a hand over the harness she wore. Lenny gave a bitter chuckle as he muttered,

"That's a little more awkward than runnin' into your girlfriend at a political rally and findin' her on the opposing side."

"More like having to fight your own brother during a war," Chad added. "That's happened in our history too, Optimus."

"I've no doubt it did. Many Autobots found themselves facing friends who had become foes once the Great War began."

"But Jetfire wasn't one of them," Miara said.

"No. I assured my old friend that, despite our opposing views, I meant him no harm. I also pointed out that we could more easily repair the hold in the bridge together using sheet metal from a toolshed by the residential complexes."

"What did Jetfire say?"

"He said nothing, but he immediately began smoothing out the jagged edges of the hole. I flattened the sheet metal and we both welded them into place. In less than a joor, the bridge was whole and sound once more."

"And let me guess, Jetfire took off again."

"He did, but this time I was able to talk to him before he departed. I assured Jetfire that, no matter what side of the War we fell on, I would always think of him as my friend."

"And Jetfire felt the same?" Chad asked hopefully.

"He did."

"But you haven't seen him since then?"

"No. I know not where Jetfire is to this day, but while he has never returned to Iacon, nor have I seen him among Megatron's ranks."

"You think he'll ever join the Autobots?"

"I think that, whatever Jetfire decides to do, I will always remember him as the bot who helped me build a bridge that will last," Optimus replied. "In times of strife, many seek to destroy rather than create. But I hope that will not be the case for Cybertron or for Earth." Optimus turned his gaze to the three humans who stood close to him. "I cannot say what the future holds, my friends, but I can say that I hope the Benevolus Bridge will not be the only bridge I will have built in my lifetime."

"I'd like that," Bud answered. "And I think I speak for all of us, "Bud gestured at Lenny and Chad, "when I say that we're glad to call you and all of your Autobots our friends. I don't care about Decepticons or Vermicious Kinds or anything; if there's a bridge to be built between Earth and Cybertron, I'd like to help build it."

Bud held out a hand and Optimus laid his fingertip against Bud's palm. "You are a true friend, Bud Shuckworth. If this is to be the beginning of a bridge between humans and Autobots, let's make it one that will last."

"Sounds good to me. And, Miara?"

"Yes, Bud?" The Teron peered down from Optimus's hand.

"Different viewpoints aside, the one thing everyone on Earth is going to agree on is how darn cute you are."

"I should hope so!" Optimus chuckled and held Miara to him once more. "Perhaps you will be pivotal in helping human-Cybertron relations, Miara."

"I'm happy to help any way I can!" Miara declared. "And I'm really glad I was able to help you back on Mars."

"So are we, Sandstorm," Bud said with a smile that matched that of the Teron.

"Hopefully, we can continue helping each other in the future. But for now, my friends," Optimus held out a hand and Bud, Lenny, and Chad eagerly climbed aboard. The Autobot leader leaned farther back against the metal structure as the humans settled themselves on his shoulder while Miara remained nestled against Optimus's chest just above his spark. The sun beamed down against the group as they sat looking out at the Benevolous Bridge reaching out before them.

"For now, let us enjoy the view from here."

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"Is everything ready, Calverton?"

"We think so, Mr. President."

"You think so?"

"You've had all day to prepare," Ms. Tibbs scolded. "Whatever could be holding you up now?"

"Er, well, you see, Mr. President, Ms. Vice President, we've never worked with this kind of technology before. Actually," Christopher sighed, "we are unfamiliar with both the Autobots' technology as well as Mr. Wonka's candy power. Both of them are fascinating and merit further study, but having to use them on the fly like this-"

"Knock knock."

"Who's there, Mr. President?" Christopher asked in a resigned voice.

"Candy."

"Candy who?"

"Candy cow jump over the moon? Listen here, Calvertron, either you figure out a way to help power that space bridge or so help me, I'll-"

"Mr. President?"

"What?" Lancelot whirled around to see two of his security team- still in their dark suits and black glasses- standing by his current desk. "What is it now? I'm busy!"

"The delivery of high-grade oil is here."

"About time!" Lancelot shook his head despairingly. "It's so hard to find good help these days. I was worried my gift to the Autobots wouldn't arrive in time. Bring it in!"

"Mr. President, I think it would be wiser to leave the oil where it is!"

"Shut up, Calvertron! We need to send the oil over the space bridge."

"Yes, sir, I know, but-"

"It's only good manners to send a thank you gift, isn't it, Nanny?"

"Sir, I-"

"Very good manners, Mr. President. A shame some people are lacking in that department."

"I certainly don't mean any offense, Ms. Vice President, but-"

"I hope Wonka left me a few Whipplescrumptious Fudgemallow Delights. Do you think Miara would like one?"

"I don't see why not, the darling!"

"Mr. President, since the space bridge will be opening outside, we should sort out what we mean to send to Cybertron by the specified location!"

"Well why didn't you say so, Calvertron? You!" Lancelot pointed at his security team," follow me. Calverton, aren't you coming?"

"In a few minutes, Mr. President. I'm going to establish communication with Optimus Prime before joining you by the space bridge."

"Be quick about it, then! We mustn't keep the Autobots waiting."

"Yes, sir."

Lancelot walked through NASA's headquarters with his head held high and a spring in his step. Within the hour, three of America's greatest astronauts would return home from a previously unknown planet. Not only that, they had also secured the friendship of a most remarkable alien race. And thanks to that remarkable alien race, Shockworth, Sholwer, and Shanks would be returning to Earth using a type of travel that was, until now, thought only to exist in science fiction!

"Just think, Nanny, we may not have to bother with rockets in a few years! Why, imagine how much easier it will be to send people to Space Hotel USA if the Autobots share their space bridge technology with us."

"It's quite a staggering thought," Ms. Tibbs agreed. "But didn't Optimus Prime mention something about how space bridges require a rather large amount of energy to use?"

"I believe he did, but unlike Cybertron, Earth doesn't have an energy crisis at the moment. Plus, if Wonka can make rocket fuel out of candy, imagine what our scientists can do!"

"You'd best make it a priority to have our top scientists working on that right away."

"Of course, but Shuckworth, Showler, and Shanks will have to be on hand to advise. Why, with what they must have seen on Cybertron, it's possible we could standing on the brink of a new technological revolution!"

"And to think, this all happened because of an accidental crash," Ms. Tibbs mused. "Then again, given many of the major events that have happened in the past year, I'm not surprised."

"It is rather remarkable, isn't it, Nanny? And with the Autobots helping us to clear the rest of the Vermicious Knids out of the Space Hotel, it would make sense for them to come visit us here on Earth, wouldn't it?"

"It certainly would. Plus, we could thank our new friends for all their help in person." Ms. Tibbs's smile grew wider at the thought. "I'm sure Miara is even more adorable in person. I still can't believe she was raised by living robots. Optimus Prime must have quite the way with children. Humph, I can think of quite a few boys and girls who could learn from little Miara's example."

"She'll make her mark on the world, as will all of the Autobots. I tell you, Nanny, great things are in store for the entire world."

"And you'll be the one to lead them, Mr. President."

Indeed he would, Lancelot reflected as he and Ms. Tibbs stepped out of NASA's headquarters. The early spring sun was already sinking below the horizon, turning the formally blue sky into shimmering shades of pink and gold. While the mild warmth of the day was being leeched away in favor of cooler night temperatures, the fresh air was like a balm on Lancelot's brow after a harried day spent indoors. Ah, well, such were the burdens of leadership! There was going to be a lot to do in the coming days and the people of America- of the world- would look to President Lancelot R. Gilligrass as an example of dignity and strength.

"Did Mr. Wonka send me any candy?" the president asked a pair of NASA security guards who stood by five large barrels of the finest oil America had to offer.

"Yes, sir. We sent them directly to your room for you to enjoy," one of the guards answered.

"You idiot! I wanted to send some of Wonka's candy over the space bridge as a gift."

"Can robots eat candy?"

"They can't! They're for their leader's adopted daughter. She's a Teron."

"What's a Teron?" one of the guards asked.

"Miara is a Teron and she deserves a reward for all her hard work!" Ms. Tibbs frowned at the guard. "Shame on you for denying a sweet little child her candy. Go fetch it at once!"

"Er, I think the bridge will be opening up any moment now..." The guard trembled under Ms. Tibbs' icy glare.

"Er, never mind, Nanny." Lancelot favored his vice president with a reassuring smile. "I'd prefer to give Miara a Wonka bar in person anyway. We're going to have far more meetings with them, after all."

"Oh well..." Ms. Tibbs sighed. "Yes, I suppose that's for the best. It might be a good idea to wait until you have permission from Optimus Prime to give Miara chocolate anyway. Good thinking, Mr. President."

"Indeed. One must always think ahead!" Lancelot declared. The president also thought that it would be a delight not to have to share his newest batch of Wonka candy right away, but Nanny didn't have to know that! Besides, handing an adorable child like Miara a candy bar as a symbol of friendship in front of a cheering crowd was far too good of an opportunity to pass up!

"Something's happening!"

Lancelot glanced over to where a group of NASA scientists stood with a small collection of instruments. Some of the devices had begun to beep or flash rapidly and the scientists were looking quite excited.

"There's a big shift in the atmospheric pressure My guess is the Autobots are powering up the bridge. Greg, you ready?"

"Ready!" Greg called back from where he sat perched in one of NASA's massive crawlers. "Let me know when the rocket's ropes are attached!"

"Will do. Stand by!"

Lancelot looked up at the sky; was it just him or was the sunset beginning to shimmer a little more rapidly in front of where he and the others were standing? Not only that, but the President could feel the air beginning to change, almost the way it did before a thunderstorm.

"This is it!" Out of the corner of his eye, Lancelot could see Calvertron racing out of the headquarters and running toward the group as fast as he legs could carry him. "Get ready everyone; the space bridge is about to open!"
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"This is NASA to Cybertron. Are we coming in clear?"

"Astronaut Bud Shuckworth, NASA. I can hear you."

"As can I," Optimus said. The Autobot leader stood in front of his main computer with Miara on his shoulder and Bud, Lenny, and Chad on the counter just below the screen. Most of Optimus's team had also joined the Prime to bid the three astronauts farewell and they all watched as their leader went over the necessary information for the final time. "NASA, can you confirm the coordinates of the space bridge are correct?"

"Confirmed, Optimus Prime," Christopher answered. "Coordinates are correct. Ready to receive you, Shuckworth."

"Yes, sir."

"Excellent." Optimus nodded in approval. "Now, our energon supply will only allow the space bridge to open on our end for exactly two kilks. That should be enough time to send your men over with little trouble, but if something were happen, we could open the bridge up again for a few astroseconds."

"Two kilks would equate to about two minutes of Earth time from what you've told me. Would that be enough time to get the rocket back?"

"Should be," Wheeljack answered. The inventive Autobot already had the astronauts' newly repaired rocket ready to go and positioned on a sheet of metal. "We've transported plenty of our ships this way. I'll toss the ropes attached to the front of the rocket through the bridge and your men can take over. You gonna be able to tow it?"

"We should be able to, but our crawlers are a bit on the slow side," Christopher answered. "As such, we are prepared to keep the space bridge open on our end."

"You have the energon to do so?"

"We do." Christopher caught Bud's eye. "Thanks to Willy Wonka."

"Guess he had candy power to spare."

"I gotta meet this guy," Wheeljack muttered.

"Yeah, I think you guys would get along," Lenny said.

"Hey, does this Willy Wonka blow himself up too?" Cliffjumper asked.

"Actually, he did mention something about making exploding candy for people no one likes."

"Really?" Wheeljack's silvery face took on a pensive look. "That could be useful. Heh, love to see the look on Starscream's face if he were on the receiving end of one of those!"

"I'm sure." Optimus held up a hand to quell the laughter rippling through the room. "Very well; if you at NASA feel this energy source will suffice, the space bridge should remain open with no issue on our end."

"We're certain, Optimus," Christopher answered. "I should also let you know that President Gilligrass is sending over several barrels of high-quality oil as a gesture of goodwill."

"That is most generous," Optimus answered as most of his fellow Autobots exchanged excited looks. "We are honored to accept this gift. Where is President Gilligrass?"

"Outside, waiting to greet the men. Shuckworth, Showler, Shanks, are you ready to proceed?"

"We are," Bud answered.

"Excellent. Once you have returned to Earth, we will bring you into headquarters so that you may confirm said return to the Autobots. After that, all three of you are to report to the infirmary for an extensive physical."

"I knew that was going to happen," Chad sighed.

"Thankfully, you've fully recovered from your crash," Ratchet pointed out. "But if you could, Mr. Calverton, have your medics let me know the status of the astronauts' health once they've utilized the space bridge? I would like to make sure there won't be adverse effects on humans using this technology going forward."

"Certainly, Dr. Ratchet; we will keep you informed." Christopher checked his computer once more. "Right, I'm going to join President Gilligrass at the specified coordinates. Optimus, I will speak with you once the men are safely home."

"Understood, Christopher. We will open the space bridge in exactly two kilks."

"Two ki-minutes. Right, over and out!"

Christopher darted away from the screen and Optimus allowed the three humans to step into his hand for the last time.

"We will send the rocket through first to ensure the route is clear," the Prime explained as he lifted them down from the counter.

"Good idea. And thank goodness we have the energy to spare on our end; moving a rocket is not easy feat." Bud glanced up at Wheeljack as he stepped onto the ground. "Maybe you can help us with that in the future."

"I'd be happy to help you with a lot more than that." Wheeljack shook his head. "I still can't believe that ship of yours was able to launch in the first place. Thankfully, I managed to make your ship somewhat safer, but we really gotta get you humans up to speed when it comes to space travel."

"You'll have plenty of opportunity to do so in the future, Wheeljack." Optimus allowed Miara to slide down from his shoulder to join the astronauts. "Alright, space bridge is opening."

Bud watched as Optimus tapped a few keys on his keyboard. On a small circular platform close by the main computer, Bud could see what looked like cracks of light beginning to form in a circle over the platform. In a sudden flash of light, a glowing circle stood ready and waiting and though it was faint, Bud was certain he could hear familiar voices on the other end.

"...amazing..."

"...almost as if..."

"...long do you think..."

"Alright, rocket going through." Wheeljack took up the ends of the stainless steel ropes and tossed them through the bridge. Bud watched the ropes vanish through the glowing circle and a few minutes later, they went taut and the rocket began to slide smoothly over its steel coaster and through the bridge.

"So far, so good," Optimus noted. "You'll be home soon, my friends."

"Yeah, it'll be good to be back on Earth," Bud said.

"I am looking forward to going home," Chad agreed before looking around at the gathered Autobots. "But I'll be honest; I'm going to miss you guys."

"We'll miss you too," Miara replied. "But we're not saying goodbye forever."

"No indeed. Considering you are employed at NASA, I imagine we'll be seeing a good deal of each other," Optimus said. "And rest assured, you are always welcome on Cyberton. Hopefully, we will be able to bring you and other humans here without the threat of war."

"Well, if you ever need a break from all that, Earth will be welcome to you." Bud paused, then added,

"I may not have the authority to officially offer you sanctuary, but if it comes to it, my home is your home."

"Thank you, Bud, my friend."

A sudden clanging noise came from the direction of the space bridge. The rocket had finally been pulled through and now a large metal cart loaded with ten gleaming barrels had been pushed through the glowing circle to take its place. Jazz and Ironhide stepped forward to intercept the cart and inspect the barrels. Said barrel would have taken at least five humans to shift and twice that to lift, but the Autobots hefted the massive containers as easily as a human would a bottle of beer.

"Oh yeah, I think this is the good stuff." Ironhide's blue optics were shining with anticipation as he tapped the metal lid of one of the barrels. "Didn't think you could get this outside of Maccadam's."

"Hey, our technology may not be as advanced as yours, but we humans know a thing or two about oil."

"All the more reason for us to be friends," Jazz laughed. "But seriously, guys, this is real generous of your president. A lot of the team is gonna appreciate it."

"We'll let the president know." Bud sighed as he nodded at Lenny and Chad. "I guess this is it."

"Yes. Extra energy or not, NASA is waiting on us."

"It was great meeting all of you," Chad said. "And I'm really glad we can call you our friends."

"As are we."

Bud smiled despite the heavy feeling in his chest before tuning to Miara. "And thanks for finding us back on Mars, Miara. We probably wouldn't have made it through this mission alive if not for you."

"I'm glad I could help, but I wasn't the only one," the little Teron answered with her usual smile.

"You were the one to sense them first, Miara," Bumblebee said. "We probably would have found the rocket at some point, but not as quickly as you did."

"And now, thanks to all of you, we're able to get home."

"Indeed." Optimus nodded at the open bridge. "Remember, this is not a farewell, but a promise to see each other again soon. The space bridge is temporary, but the bridge of friendship we have built is not."

"No, that's built to last," Bud promised with a grin.

"It is." Optimus returned Bud's smile. "Until we meet again, my friends."

"Until we meet again."

"Farewell."

"We'll see you soon."

"Be well."

"Can't wait to see your planet."

"Yeah, you gotta give us a tour sometime!"

"Will do!" Bud waved at the Autobots, pausing once more to meet the eyes of both Optimus Prime and Miara. "See you soon."

"We look forward to it." Miara's smile was as bright as the light of the space bridge as the little Teron waved at the astronauts.

"Ready, Bud?" Chad asked.

"Yes." Bud looked at his companions, pleased to see he wasn't the only one with a tear or two behind his eyes. "Let's go home."

Chapter Text

"Welcome home, Shuckworth, Showler, Shanks!"

Bud started a bit, looking around at the familiar landscape of NASA's headquarters. He had expected to feel some type of disorientation upon stepping through the space bridge. Instead, his feet had stepped directly from metal onto gravel and the difference in light between the Great Dome and Earth sunset was minimal. What Bud did register, however, was the difference in temperature.

"Good to be back, Mr. President!" Bud, Lenny, and Chad saluted President Gilligrass. "We are glad to be home safely, but I have to admit, the climate on Cybertron is a bit warmer than Earth's."

"Oh?"

"Yes, sir. If I had to guess, I'd say the temperature was in the upper seventies if we're talking Fahrenheit." Lenny rubbed his arms. "Bit of an adjustment coming from there to here."

"Well, men, I've no doubt you'll have much to tell us," President Gilligrass said. "But first things first; we should let the Autobots know you've arrived back here safely."

"Yes, Mr. President."

"We can power down the space bridge on our end."

"I think it already has."

Bud glanced behind him to see that the crackling light had indeed vanished. Where the glowing circle had been was now nothing but the flattened earth of the NASA compound watched over by the ever-darkening sky as the sun continued to set. One of the scientists held what looked like a massive remote control embossed with a large golden "W" in his hands.

"Huh. The candy power control Mr. Wonka sent us seems to have shut down on its own. I can't switch it back on."

"How much you want to be that was by design?" Chad asked with a grin.

"Oh I have no doubt," Christopher agreed. "Ah, well, probably for the best. We shouldn't risk opening a space bridge by accident when we truly have no idea how to utilize the technology properly."

"Nor will you know where you'd end up," Bud added. "Trust me, you do not want to be at risk of a Decepticon attack."

"Yes, well, from the sound of it, we will need to plan for that," President Gilligrass stated. "But we'll discuss that with Optimus Prime. Gentlemen, let us adjourn to the main room."

"I was about to-"

"Shut up and follow us, Calverton!"

"Yes, Mr. President."

The familiarity of NASA was indeed a welcome sight, but after a few days on Cybertron, Bud had to admit that the halls and ceiling felt a little more cramped than usual. The tiled floors were clean and polished, but Bud felt his footsteps sounded far too muted as opposed as he would if he had been walking on a metal ground. And while it was a relief to not have to worry about being accidently crushed by a passing Autobot, Bud could tell from Lenny and Chad's faces that he wasn't the only one who missed seeing the kind robotic beings passing them in the hall.

"You know, we're probably going to have to spend the night in the infirmary and we won't even have the luxury of Cybertronian beds," Chad groused.

"Or those amazing hot tubs," Lenny added.

"Beds? Hot tubs? What on Earth are you men talking about?" Ms. Tibbs asked.

"Instantaneous travel is one thing, Ms. Vice President, but a heated bed that gives you a light massage when you're sore is quite another."

"Really?" Ms. Tibbs actually smiled at the idea. "I wouldn't mind one of those."

"Nor would I," Christopher agreed. "Hmmm, I wonder if we could commission the Autobots for a supply of those beds for the Space Hotel."

"I was just about to say that!" President Gilligrass declared. "Calverton, make a note that we would be happy to pay Cybertron in a good supply of energy in exchange for 500 Autobot-made beds and hot tubs!"

"Excellent idea, Mr. President."

"Thank you, Nanny."

"I'll... make a note of it, sir," Christopher sighed.

"A priority note, Calverton!"

"Yes, Mr. President. Ahh, here we are!"

The employees manning the control room were already waiting for the group to return and they burst into applause at the sight of Bud, Lenny, and Chad. Many of them rushed forward to shake the astronauts' hands and shout their congratulations at making contact with the first non-hostile alien race.

"Don't get too ahead of yourselves; only half of them are non-hostile," Lenny called above the roar of the crowd.

"Yeah, but if a mere child could run circles around the Decepticons, I don't think they'll being giving us too much trouble!" Chad laughed.

"Don't get cocky, Chad; Miara gave us the runaround too!" Bud laughed.

"Did she now?"

"As they say on Cybertron, Ms. Vice President, none can beat a Teron in the sand."

"They had sand on Cybertron?"

"I'm sure we'll get the full details in due course," Christopher said, holding up his hands to try and stem the crowd. "But for now we-"

"Calvertron, get the Autobots on the computer. I'll speak to them!" President Gilligrass strode through the room. "Shuckworth, Showler, Shanks, you're with me!"

"Yes, Mr. President." Christopher was already making his way to the main computer and from the look on his face, Bud guessed his boss was mentally calculating the amount of time left before the President returned to Washington D.C.

"Autobots coming through!"

Bud felt his heart swell in his chest as NASA's main computer flared to life. One second later and the familiar faces of Optimus Prime and Miara filled the screen. The little Teron was perched on the Prime's shoulder and she brightened upon seeing the three astronauts. Bud waved at her, smiling as Miara's tail wagged in response.

"Bud, Lenny, and Chad, I am pleased to see that you have made it home safely." Optimus's blue optics shone with joy as his gentle voice echoed through NASA's speakers. "No issues traveling through the space bridge, I trust?"

"None, Optimus. That was probably the easiest voyage I've ever been on in my life."

"Good. Christopher, I can confirm the space bridge closed safely on our end. Is all well on Earth?"

"Yes, Optimus Prime. The space bridge shut down of its own accord on our end as well."

"Excellent. On behalf of Cybteron, I would like to express our gratitude to you for putting your faith in the Autobots. I understand you were hesitant to do so after your encounter with the Vermicious Knids, but I hope that you will continue to see us both as allies and as friends."

"Quite so!" President Gilligrass said with a nod. "And on behalf of Earth, Optimus Prime, I extend to you a warm welcome to visit us anytime. You are always welcome."

"Thank you, President Gilligrass. I imagine we will take you up on that offer sooner rather than later. Our next major undertaking will be setting up the defenses for Space Hotel USA as well as removing any remaining Knids from the premises."

"Indeed so. Shall we speak on the matter on Monday afternoon?"

"When would that be?"

"Three solar cycles from now, Optimus," Bud answered.

"Thank you, my friend. Very well, Mr. President; I will provide you a full report on the best Autobot soldiers to defend your hotel as well as draw up plans to rid the hotel of Knids."

"I look forward to it, Optimus."

"Until then." The Autobot leader inclined his head in a gesture of respect. "Be well, my friends and should a situation arise where you would need our help, you need only ask."

"We shall."

"Bud, Lenny, Chad, I look forward to seeing you again."

"Likewise. Same to you, Miara!"

"Thank you, Bud! You too, Lenny and Chad. I'm glad you made it home."

"So are we." Bud waved at his friends once more before the screen went black. "But we miss you already," he added.

"Yeah, I'm already looking forward to my next trip to Cybertron," Chad agreed.

"I don't know. I'd be fine with not having to do much travel for a bit," Lenny said.

"Shuckworth, Showler, and Shanks, to the infirmary!" Christopher reminded them. "We're going to need a full physical and bloodwork for each of you."

"On second thought," Lenny muttered as he, Bud, and Chad were herded along. "Cybertron is sounding pretty good right now."
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"Right, Autobots, we'd best get back to work. Jazz, Ironhide, report on the status of the front gate repairs."

"Coming along, Prime," Jazz answered. "It'll take a few more solar cycles to get them up to par, though."

"Our guard patrols can manage it," Ironhide added. "As of now, no Decepticon activity has been noted."

"I'm not surprised, but better safe than sorry. Bumblebee?"

"Here, Optimus!"

"You'd best do a full patrol of Iacon's borders. You too, Miara; we'll need your keen senses."

"Gladly!" Miara hopped from Optimus's shoulder neatly into Bumblebee's waiting servos. "But I don't think Laserbeak will be up for scouting anytime soon."

"No, I don't think so." Optimus's tone turned somber. "But our continued contact with Earth means we must remain extra vigilant when it comes to the Decepticons. Megatron will likely be keeping a close optic on our activity going forward and we will certainly get his attention when we undertake our voyage to the Space Hotel."

"But he won't be able to follow us, will he?"

"I hope not, Mirage. But the Decepticons have some method of obtaining energon, even if they are running on a minimal amount. For all we know, Megatron could have been stockpiling energon for such an occasion. So I ask you that you all take extra care and report suspicions of Decepticon activity immediately, understand?"

"Yes, Prime!"

"Roll out, Autobots; there's a lot that needs to be done."
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As night fell over Cybertron, Megatron once more stood watching the lights of Iacon from a window at the Decepticons' base. His red optics flitted back and forth between the view of Cybertron's capitol to the screen of his computer.

"Your fondness for weaklings betrays you, Prime," Megatron sneered as he watched Optimus kneel down to converse with the trio of strange organic creatures during the aftermath of their last battle. "Did you really think you could hide them from me forever?"

"I don't see why you're so interested in the Autobots' newest pets, Megatron!" Starscream's voice was annoying enough, but Megatron was already growing weary of the self-pitying tone his second-in-command had adopted since their last attack on Iacon.

"Considering those creatures made an utter mockery of both you and Skywarp, I would think your scientific processor would be most interested in them, Starscream." Megatron didn't have to turn around to know that Starscream was scowling at him. "You should be grateful that Laserbeak managed to capture some footage of them. We would have remained ignorant of the Autobots' plans otherwise."

"What plans?" Starscream hissed. "If memory serves, the Autobots' plan was to lure us into a trap so that they could use us for target practice! A trap that, may I remind you, you led us right into?"

"A necessary setback."

"What?"

"Tell me, Starscream, why would Optimus Prime bother with luring us into Iacon by faking an energon shortage in the first place?" Megatron rounded on his underling. "And why would his little dust devil stand and face me rather than running to her protector? Why, it was if the Autobots had something to hide and now we have confirmation."

"So? All you've confirmed is that the Autobots have discovered more organic life."

"Unknown organic life from an unknown planet. A planet that, I am certain, would be rich in resources for the taking."

Starscream backed away from his advancing leader. "If you are correct, Megatron, what of it? We know nothing about this strange species or their home or-"

"Which is why we're going to find out!" Megatron seized Starscream by the shoulder, lifting him clear off the floor. "At some point or another, Optimus Prime will likely either voyage to that planet or bring energon obtained from it to Cybertron. To do so, he'll either need a space bridge or a ship, both of which will require energon. As such, start organizing spy patrols to find out which he plans to use."

"But Lord Megatron, we can barely make a move on Iacon without the little dust devil sensing us!"

"Not if we come at Iacon from different directions, idiot! Humph, some strategist you are! Since you need me to do your job for you, listen carefully." Megatron yanked Starscream close, their faces almost touching as he spoke.

"We have to establish regular patrols around Iacon to get the Autobots- particularly Prime's little pet- accustomed to our constant presence. On some of those patrols, we will do nothing more than remain on the outskirts of the city while on others, we will engage Optimus Prime and the Autobots in battle before retreating. During those attacks, Soundwave and Laserbeak can sneak into Iacon while the main forces are engaged and obtain whatever information they can. Sooner or later, we'll learn what the Autobots are up to and how they plan to visit this unknown planet."

"Even if your plan works, Lord Megatron, are you forgetting that we ourselves are low on energon?" Starscream replied. "We haven't enough to power a ship or a spacebridge."

"We haven't enough yet," Megatron corrected. "The Decepticons not on Iacon patrol will be sent out to forage for extra energon. In the meantime, we will make do with half rations for everyone."

"But-"

"Starting immediately, Starscream!" Megatron tossed Starscream to the floor before turning back to his computer. "And you will lead the first foraging team at dawn tomorrow so I suggest you get some recharge."

Starscream scowled, but he got to his feet and skulked out of the room. "So you say, Megatron. But one day, I will lead the Decepticons and then we shall see how you enjoy such treatment!"

Megatron ignored Starscream's complaints, his expression one of cruel glee as he watched Laserbeak's footage once more.

"You just wait, Optimus Prime. I will find this new planet you are so dedicated to protecting and when I do, you will have no choice, but to watch as I claim it for the Decepticons. The Autobots will fall and the reign of Megatron will begin!"
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By the light of a candle, a map of the United States of America was stretched out on a polished wooden desk. Nimble fingers, well-versed in the art of magic, plucked several herb leaves from a collection of bowls and tossed them into the candle's flame. Smoke began to fill the room, the swirling fumes beginning to take shape like clouds swirling over the ocean before a storm.

"And quite a storm indeed," a man's voice murmured.

The man watched as the cloud of smoke split into two. The cloud on the left took on a dark purple hue while the cloud on the left began to shine a proud red. The purple smoke swirled into the fearsome shape of the Decepticon emblem while the red smoke took the shape of the Autobot insignia. They hovered in midair for a moment before soaring over the map and coming to rest on the East Coast.

"I thought so. Ahh, but what is this?"

A small piece of the smoky Autobot insignia had split from the main cloud, taking on the form of what looked like a tiny otter with long ears. This odd shape floated away from the Autobot insignia and made its way right to New York City.

"Indeed?" The man smiled at the sight. "I was hoping for this. How good to know my plans will come to fruition."

Chuckling, the man waved his hand and the smoke cleared. Turning back to his table, the man plucked a pocket watch from the collection fastened to his chest.

"We still have some time before the show begins. But when it does..." the man glanced back at the map and the words "New York City" written above the picture of the city.

A picture that, interestingly enough, had a peach painted on the top of the Empire State Building.

"Oh yes, I think what happens next will be most interesting."