Optimus was flying through the skies in vehicle mode, just doing his job. Oh, sorry, not as Prime, no, he\u2019s always doing it. I was referring to his Mobian job. It dawned on the Autobots that the people of Mobius won\u2019t accept Cybertronian currency, so they got themselves some jobs so they can stay at the base and not have to mooch off G.U.N. funding. Prowl joined the local police force. Jazz returned to Dancitron, and business picked back up. Ratchet was hired by a hospital as a doctor after he passed the necessary exams with flying colors. Ironhide worked at a shooting range near the police station Prowl worked at. Bumblebee and Cliffjumper became pizza toppers at a pizza joint. Optimus got into trucking. To do his job, Tails had found some Cybertronian tech which works as a subspace trailer that pops up whenever Optimus needs it. Right now, he was hauling some nitrous oxide for a major dental office. He was still concentrating on the sky lanes, but Shadow\u2019s remark about magic was still playing in his mind. \u201cSparks and mumbo jumbo!\u201d he hissed in an imitation of Shadow\u2019s voice. \u201cYeah, right! You saw the Scarlet Specter, didn\u2019t you?! What are your powers even classified as if they\u2019re not magic?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGrand Prime Rig,\u201d called a voice over his radio, \u201cthis here\u2019s dispatch. We got ourselves another voice squawkin\u2019, wantin\u2019 to give you the low down on somethin\u2019 huge.\u201d Optimus rolled his holo-form\u2019s eyes. He made the call two-way.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTeletraan, that was awful,\u201d he replied.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBut not inaccurate,\u201d remarked Teletraan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t even use any C.B. code!\u201d protested Optimus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI never practiced, okay!\u201d snapped Teletraan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s this \u2018something huge\u2019 you wanted to talk about?\u201d quizzed Optimus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOddly enough,\u201d answered Teletraan, \u201ca green Mobian rabbit wanted to talk to you. Before you ask, I don\u2019t know how she found the base. As I was trying to find the breach, she said she wanted to meet you in the downtown area.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat security breach is disconcerting,\u201d muttered Optimus as he landed near the dental office. \u201cI\u2019ll talk to the rabbit. You find that breach and plug it up. I don\u2019t want Shockwave or Eggman getting to our intel.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYes, Sir!\u201d obliged Teletraan. Once the call ended, Optimus helped the other dentists with safely unloading the laughing gas. Optimus then asked the dentist helping unload the trailer what the gas is used for.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMainly for anesthetic when there\u2019s major dental work going on,\u201d explained the dentist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou make your patients laugh when there\u2019s a root canal going on?\u201d mumbled Optimus. \u201cI know I shouldn\u2019t say this, but your planet\u2019s customs are strange.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m sure I\u2019d say the same if I were on your planet,\u201d countered the dentist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIn any case,\u201d replied Optimus as he got a canister out, \u201cthis is the last one.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThanks, Prime!\u201d bid the dentist. Optimus nodded farewell, made the trailer disappear, and took off to the downtown area after telling his dispatch that the delivery was a success. Once he arrived, he saw Trema in her Mobian disguise.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou must be the rabbit that gave my A.I. a security scare,\u201d mused Optimus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSorry about that,\u201d apologized Trema. \u201cA friend gave me clearance.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWho?\u201d asked Optimus as he arched an eyebrow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWell,\u201d stammered Trema, \u201cin the interests of\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMaster Trema,\u201d called the Scarlet Specter\u2019s voice, \u201cenough. He\u2019s going to know eventually.\u201d The Scarlet Specter stepped out of an alley.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt\u2019s too soon!\u201d protested Trema.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cTrema?\u201d repeated Optimus. \u201cThat\u2019s a common Nebulan name for girls.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cCrap,\u201d swore Trema.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe needs to know,\u201d replied the Specter as her hands went for the mask and hair. When they were pulled off, Optimus\u2019 eyes went wide when he saw Amy\u2019s face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAMY?!\u201d he squawked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNot so loud!\u201d yelped Amy as she quickly put the wig and mask back on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWait, what\u2019s going on?!\u201d demanded Optimus. \u201cAmy, are you the reason Ms. Trema managed to get through Autobase Omega 1\u2019s security?\u201d Amy shuffled her feet. Optimus sighed. \u201cAmy, we may be friends, but the Autobots are still a military group. You can\u2019t give access to our base to just anyone. Teletraan had a bit of a scare. He was convinced it was Eggman trying to steal our secrets, at worst, Shockwave. Any more requests to give your friends access needs to be cleared with me. Are we clear?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u2026Yes, Prime,\u201d mumbled Amy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGood,\u201d replied Optimus. He then turned to Trema. \u201cMa\u2019am, I\u2019m going to need you to surrender your access to my base as this whole thing needs to be secret.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOh,\u201d groaned Trema, \u201cvery well.\u201d She gave Optimus her access card and Optimus put it in his pocket.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNow, with that cleared up,\u201d declared Optimus, \u201cwhat is it you wanted to talk to me about?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt\u2019s about the Nebulan graffiti,\u201d answered Trema. \u201cAmy showed me what it looked like through her memories and I swear the handwriting looks familiar to me.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cCan you translate it?\u201d asked Optimus. \u201cMy omni-linguistics can\u2019t pick up on that chicken scratch.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLet\u2019s see,\u201d muttered Trema as she made a magic image of the graffiti. Nebulan writing is read from the top right corner to the bottom left corner, on a diagonal. \u201c\u2026 \u2018Come and get me you bucket of\u2026blots?\u2019 Oh! Bolts!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt\u2019s directed to the Autobots?\u201d asked Amy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhy would a Nebulan bother with defacing a billboard?\u201d quizzed Optimus. \u201cAnd who on Nebulos doesn\u2019t know how to spell bolts?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWell, there was my brother, Krunk,\u201d mused Trema, \u201cbut he\u2019s in prison right now.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGuys, shh!\u201d hissed Amy. \u201cI think I hear something.\u201d The conversation stopped as all auditory input, both technological and otherwise, were dialed up to maximum. Optimus guessed where the sound was coming from. It was in the alley Amy had come out. Trema led the way. They looked up the building wall to find more graffiti. Optimus started reading it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u2018Autobots smell like\u2026\u2019 okay, that\u2019s just rude!\u201d he protested. Then they heard the noise again. They turned to see a Nebulan man in red robes spraying the wall in writing. Trema\u2019s eyes went wide as she recognized the Nebulan. She then dropped the Mobian disguise and grew to her full height.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHey! Krunk!\u201d she shouted. The Nebulan turned, his eyes popped, and to finish the awkward silence, he threw a fireball at the ground before taking off in flight. Amy closed her fist and put out the flames while Trema took a broom as tall as her out of subspace. She hopped on and zoomed after Krunk. Optimus flew off after her in vehicle mode and Amy turned into a cloud of red mist and tailed Optimus. Optimus switched on his comms to all Autobots.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAll Autobots, take notice,\u201d called Optimus, \u201cA couple of witches and I are in pursuit of a Nebulan wizard of the Red Order! We\u2019re en-route to the city limits! He is in the air and we need him down!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThis is Prowl, message received!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cRatchet, on the way!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIronhide, ready to kick kiester!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBumblebee, reporting!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cCliffjumper, I have visual!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cJazz, on your six and contacting G.U.N.!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAll right,\u201d declared Optimus, \u201clet\u2019s roll out!\u201d The chase was on! Jazz and Bumblebee flanked Krunk on the left while Ironhide and Prowl flanked him on the right. Optimus and Cliffjumper took the middle while Amy, Trema, and Ratchet stayed above him. The formation tightened and went lower, much to Krunk\u2019s annoyance. He shot fireballs at them, but to no avail. Suddenly, a pair of high speed, spherical, and organic projectiles hit him in the chest, knocking him to the ground. The projectiles unfurled to reveal Sonic and Shadow. \u201cI have GOT to learn how to do that,\u201d thought Optimus as he and the other Autobots transformed and landed near Krunk. Optimus then spoke in guttural tones to Krunk, who responded back in less than flattering phrases.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWell, aren\u2019t you rude!\u201d snarled Prowl.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d asked Sonic.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHe just called Optimus the close relative of a scraplet!\u201d translated Jazz. Krunk then gave a Bronx Cheer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOkay, that\u2019s universal,\u201d growled Shadow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat are you doing on this planet? You\u2019re supposed to be in prison!\u201d snapped Trema in the Nebulan language.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLike I\u2019d tell you!\u201d growled Krunk in the same language. He then launched a fireball toward her, which the Specter, Amy, blocked. The impact, unfortunately, knocked the hat, wig, and helmet off. The assembled team, bar Optimus and Trema, gawked at Amy\u2019s reveal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019ll explain later!\u201d assured Amy as she cast a bolt of lightning. Krunk sent it towards Optimus, who directed it up and away from the city. The technique surprised Amy. Prime was a young bot. As such, he shouldn\u2019t know how to redirect lightning yet. She still hadn\u2019t mastered it! Krunk then twirled his wand in his fingers and teleported behind Optimus to spray writing on him. He then knocked Optimus down and ran away with Amy and the Autobots in hot pursuit while Trema helped Optimus up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat did Krunk write on me?!\u201d he yelped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNothing I wish to repeat in polite company,\u201d was Trema\u2019s response. Optimus decided not to pursue the matter and decided to pursue Krunk. He went with a flying kick to his back and knocked Krunk down again. Krunk then spun around and grabbed Optimus\u2019 face. He tossed him towards Amy, who threw up a barrier before blacking out from the immediate strain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAll right, Krunk,\u201d called a voice, \u201clet others have their turn with the metal men.\u201d A red cloud then coalesced to become the infamous Captain Aaron Witwicky. \u201cYou creatures of metal and those of the other Magic Orders may bow before your new magic king.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAnd, suppose we don\u2019t play along?\u201d asked Prowl. Aaron smirked and threw a fireball at the Autobots. Amy leapt up and knocked it aside. Since she and Aaron were of the same order, it was easy. To say that Aaron was thrown for a loop would be an understatement.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d he hissed. \u201cWhat is this?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cCaptain Witwicky, are you out of your mind?!\u201d snapped Amy. \u201cDrop your wand at once!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat treachery is this?!\u201d he snarled. \u201cBy whose authority?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI am Amy Rose, the Scarlet Specter,\u201d proclaimed Amy. \u201cAnd it\u2019s you committing treason by firing on innocent people!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThese low-lives worship machinery!\u201d argued Witwicky. \u201cThis war shall elevate the universe to a new height!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou flaming dolt!\u201d insulted Amy. \u201cHasn\u2019t it occurred to you that that futile war is over in this age?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAmy!\u201d warned Trema.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOver?!\u201d shouted Aaron. \u201cWhat do you mean?!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cShe means that all Orders are at peace,\u201d explained Trema.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cLies! All lies from a na\u00efve fledgling!\u201d dismissed Aaron.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat\u2019s no lie, I can assure you,\u201d replied Optimus.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt\u2019s\u2026over?!\u201d hissed Aaron. \u201cA glorious war\u2026without technology\u2026that I started\u2026,\u201d a dangerous red light started gathering around him, \u201c\u2026IS OVER?!\u201d The light came with something solid as it expanded and knocked everyone off their feet.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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