When The Decepticons Invented Protogens

Brawl stomped through the hall, he had to arrange this little meeting first of all, so he held up his arm and a projection of a fellow Combaticon appeared, flying in his helicopter form. Just who he was trying to contact. "Vortex, gather Swindle, Onslaught, and Blast-Off and meet in Tactics. I've got something to tell you guys." Vortex cackled,"Oh finally something to do! Do you know how boring its been since that Truce? At least you get a kick out of fighting those Vehicons of ours, its been ages since I've had anyone to interrogate! I-I've just been so boorrrred!!! Thank you, thank you for giving me something to do! I'll have them all gathered up in astrosecond!" The projection shrunk back into Brawl's wrist, he knew that his fellow Combaticons were bored, but he didn't think they were desperate for- wait... what was that noise? It wasn't like anything he's heard before.. It was the sound of metal on metal, but something else there as well, Like a shell casing falling to the ground. He couldn't quite put his digit on it. Was he being followed? 

He paused and laughed at the thought; somebot's processing unit must be as bright as the surface of Charr if they thought they could beat him, even with a surprise attack.

As he continued through the hall, he heard something again; above him, this time. Someone had to repair those vents up there; they've been making muffled sounds for a while now, but it seems like they're getting louder. Eh, he had more important things to think about; like- he lost his train of thought as Blast-Off transformed and nearly crashed into him. Brawl shouted at him, "What are you doing here?! Tactics room is back aways!" Swindle pulled up alongside Blast-Off and transformed to bot mode as well, "I told ya, Blast-Off! Now pay up, we had a bet!" Brawl rolled his optic visor upon hearing him say that; Swindle pulled that scrap all the time. Brawl growled,"You'd sell us if you were given the chance, and you have! We don't owe you a credit!" Swindle shrugged, "If you say so... Better turn around and head back to Tactics, Vortex and Onslaught are waiting for us!"

Sure enough, they were seated around a war table; three more open chairs sat near them. The rest of the Combaticons took a seat, and Onslaught began talking,"Well, Brawl, I believe you have something to tell me, something about my Vehicons?" Brawl cleared his intake,"They've been wanting to fight, and there's no better time; I heard firsthand from Megatron himself that we're gonna end the truce soon." He could tell from the look in Onslaught's optics that he was deep in thought, though he was interrupted when they all heard clattering above. The Combaticons looked up and saw a vent cover right over the war table, no wonder those broken vents were so noisy. Everyone but Onslaught looked towards each other again almost immediately after, after a second more of eyeing the vent cover, Onslaught shifted his attention back to his crew, and began to explain a plan as a hologram of a large, Autobot-made building appeared over the table. "Ending the truce soon would be beneficial, but we must make the most of this. What stands before you is a replica of the residential area the Autobots built for their fleshling companion and his family. However, I believe it has a secret; within the halls of this place lies all strategic knowledge the sinful Autobots have ever archived." Onslaught stopped explaining for a moment and looked around at his fellow Combaticons, "Do you know what this means?" He asked, though Brawl knew full well he had an answer at the ready. Vortex twitched his head to face Onslaught,"it means its a research center?" he jittered. Onslaught slowly turned his head towards him,"Surprisingly, you are correct, Vortex." Vortex's blades on his back spun a little in anticipation, it's never a simple answer with Onslaught, he must have more to say. Onslaught moved his hand units around the hologram, making it move around and expose more details about the massive building,"Do you see the scale of this thing? Research center? No, not for long. An expansive underground system, a weapons room, recharging pods... if we do not deal with this soon, it will undoubtedly become a titanic outpost, maybe even a secondary base for the Autoscum. We cannot let this happen." Blast-Off butted in,"Well what do you suppose we do about it, boss?" Swindle continued Blast-Off's thought,"Yeah! It was made for humans and smaller bots, right? A-and it's not like we can easily blow it up from the outside instead; I bet they got eyes on the skies everywhere over there! We either don't got enough firepower or we'll be spotted in nanoseconds!" Onslaught let out a chuckle; something he rarely did,"We won't be the ones going through with this mission, I know of a group far more... qualified for the job..." He pulled out his stun gun and switched the setting from "paralyze" to "maim", then pointed it up at the vent above the table, and fired. The vent hatch fell to the table along with three small figures, Swindle gasped, Vortex pointed and cackled at the uncovered spies, Brawl grunted in surprise, Blast-Off was zoning out into space, but Onslaught spoke,"Good evening, Protocons."

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Sorry for the inconsistency of the continuations of this story, I've been working on another story called "King of the Junkyard", which is another Transformers story, but is meant to be episodic. (There will be no OCs in it, and is a neat, short story featuring the Stunticons) I'm nearly finished with it, actually! so be on the lookout for when I release it! After it's released, I'll go back to working on this story!

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