Transformers Prime [Humans to Cybertronions] Discontinued

   Wow, I started this book back in July, and it is already September. Am I that slow on updating??? Well yeah, but you can't blame me, I have like seven other books to work on. So enjoy this new chapter.

   Also please note that this information below has been searched on Google because I had never seen any live-action movies of Transformer. Only clips.
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'Bumblebee speaking'

No P.O.V

  Rafael trailed behind Optimus and Ultra Magnus, his young processor racing with questions. The sudden urgency, the tension in the air, it all pointed to something significant. He couldn't shake the feeling that it might related to Jack and Miko. Yet he could be wrong.

   A wave of sadness washed over him as he thought about the desolate state of Jasper. The once vibrant town was now a ghost town, a victim of the war between Autobots and Decepticons.

   Mrs. Darby, Jack's mother, was grieving silently, her pain etched on her face. Arcee, once a fierce warrior, was struggling to cope with the loss of her young charge.

  Mrs. Darby, consumed by grief, would easily blame the Autobots for Jack's disappearance. They would gladly accept the blame, especially Ratchet, who felt a deep sense of guilt. He had been so focused on his mission, so engrossed in his work, that he had overlooked the human children. He had forgotten that Jack and Miko were not just humans, but also part of their newfound family.

   The Autobots were each coping with the loss in their own way. Bulkhead and Wheeljack, seeking solace in solitude, embarked on long rides, their minds preoccupied with thoughts of Miko. Arcee, once a fierce warrior, retreated into herself, her spark heavy with sorrow. She found solace in training alone, but deep down, she knew it wouldn't bring Jack back. Even the usually stoic Optimus Prime was struggling to maintain his composure, the weight of the team's collective grief weighing heavily on his shoulders.

   Ratchet, consumed by guilt and desperation, had spent countless hours poring over schematics and data, searching for any clue that could lead to the Nemesis. His eyes reflected the toll this relentless pursuit had taken on him.

   Optimus, sensing his friend's distress, intervened, gently urging him to rest. Though the Prime maintained a composed exterior, a keen observer could detect the fatigue etched into his features.
Rafael, struggling to understand the emotional turmoil within the team, found himself adrift. One moment, they were filled with hope and determination, the next, consumed by despair and anger. He sought solace in the quiet solitude of Diego Garcia, finding comfort in the simple act of exploration. He also turned to June, her steady presence a calming influence in the amidst of chaos.

   "Must be important," Rafael mused, his young processor racing as he observed the gathering of Autobots. The tension in the air was palpable, a stark contrast to the usual camaraderie that filled the hangar. As he approached Arcee, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

   "Ratchet, what seems to be the problem?" Optimus inquired, his voice a calm counterpoint to the growing unease. His gaze, however, held a hint of worry, a subtle acknowledgment of the gravity of the situation.

   Arcee, sensing Rafael's curiosity, stops him with a gentle gesture. Her optics, usually filled with a warrior's spirit, now held a somber, protective gaze. Rafael halted abruptly as Arcee's servo barred his path. Confusion etched across the youngling faceplate as he tried to decipher the meaning behind her actions. Her helm showed concern as Raf gazed at her with confusion.

   In the distance, Bumblebee and Smokescreen emerged from the empty halls, their cheerful chatter filling the air. The duo, having quickly finished their task, were on their way to join the gathering. However, as they approached the group, their jovial demeanor shifted to one of concern. The tense EM fields were anxious, and they couldn't help but wonder what was happening.

   A sharp, unfamiliar voice cut through the tension-filled air. Rafael, shielded by Arcee, couldn't quite make out the speaker's identity. The voice, harsh and abrasive, carried an undercurrent of hostility. It was clear that this newcomer's intentions were far from friendly.

   Agent Fowler, ever the diplomat, stepped forward to greet the newcomer. He extended a hand in a gesture of welcome, but the newcomer, General Galloway, ignored the gesture, his gaze fixed on the Autobots. A chill ran down Rafael's Back Strut (spine) as he witnessed the growing tension between the two groups. It was clear that this encounter would have far-reaching consequences.

To be continued.   .   .

Published: 9/13/24

Edits: 11/22/24, 1/18/24

Words: 780