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THE WRITINGS

What is HAPPENING HERE IS EPIC AND WONDERFUL I AM SHAKING MY HANDS AND YELLING AT MY FRIENDS I LOVE IT SO MUCH ??????? RAAAAAAARGGHHHHHHYYY

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THIS IS SO GOOOOOOD

The SYNC OF THE TWINS

Hound AND MIRAGE

ALL OF THAT LZFLDMZ

BREAKDOWNNNNN SO COOOOL !!!!!!!!

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The Arcturus Missions

Part Eight - Reunion Discoveries

Part Seven

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Lightweight transportation craft of Cybertron were designed to hold the weight of well over twenty cybertronian’s. Sometimes more depending on the need for military uses, they ranged from the utilitarian to the down right plush. Typically had a few seats and hand rails where you could magnetize with ease, for the humans, they were reminiscent of subway cars.

There were the usual express lines that traveled from local cities to others, the direct lines which could take you to neighboring city states, and the free standing ones which did not travel along a select route and could be programmed with specific location. Typically those transports were reserved well in advance of use or for those selected by the Prime, as free to access for emergencies.

A well functioning public transportation system was not only greatly appreciated by the populace, but a practical use of public funds.

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There was an awkwardness hanging in the air, the humans sitting together on one side of the transport with the cybertronians on the other. Sideswipe was lightly picking at the dried pink on his armor, frowning as it flecked off, across the transport Mirage winced.

Hound shifted and sat up a bit once it got moving, he cleared his throat lightly and turned on his comm, looking to Prowl, “Our ship was around 93 miles away from the warehouse and we will need to have access to it over the coming days.” Sunstreaker snorted, “No kidding.” It took a moment for Prowl to answer, clearly trying to translate what was said, “We will send a crew out to salvage it. I understand why it would be important to you.” He slowly looked back to the strange pad he was holding, frown only deepening. Hound nodded slowly and turned to the others, motioning briefly to change their comms channel before speaking, “For now, we go along with them and find Jazz.” Sideswipe nodded lightly, holding a fleck of the pink gore in between his fingers, “You think you can ask them what this stuff is?” Hound sighed and shook his head, rolling his eyes behind the visor, “We’ll find out later, I’m sure.” “It’s toxic, whatever it is.” Sunstreaker spoke up, rubbing his hands together to get the worst of it off, the flecks falling to the floor.

”Toxic?” Leaning forward, Hound ran a brief scan on it and grabbed one of the flakes lightly, grinding it between his fingers, “Yeah, so don’t get it near your vents, even if we are still using the tanks, that is a risk not worth taking.” Nodding slowly, even Breakdown took a piece lightly and stared intently at it, “It’s congealed and dried, like blood.” Sunstreaker froze and made a noise that was painful on the ears, starting to rub at his arms quickly to get the rest of it off.

While Sunstreaker panicked, Hound sat back and glanced out the windows of the transport, staring with wide eyes at the surface of this strange planet. Now away from the haze and the damp ground, he could see effectively what they’d been walking through. A sea, a sea of rust at least in appearance. Glancing over to the other mechs in the shuttle, to Prowl and his companion, he watched them talk together. Their voices were quiet, but he was still calibrating his translator. The tech was experimental at best and had been limited to a handful of languages on Earth, but Hound had a lot of faith in Preceptor, the man was smart enough to make some of the most advanced mech tech in the world, what was a translator to a genius?

They were rocketing across the planet and after a few minutes, the blue and white mech stood, saying something to Prowl before going towards the entrance. With a nod, Prowl looks to them all, “Mirage is going to bail out above the battle, do any of you wish to join him?” Immediately, Sideswipe’s hand shot up, “Oh, me! I want to fall to the surface of this weird planet too.” Prowl stared in confusion before Hound stood, resting a hand on Sideswipe’s shoulder, “A long story, I’ll go with them though.” Nodding slowly, Prowl seemed deeply confused as the two shuffled towards the doorway.

Breakdown sighed deeply and stood, stretching lightly as Sunstreaker did the same, “Out of one fight and into the next.” Sunstreaker’s voice was almost enthusiastic, “Haven’t kicked alien butt since before they prepped my mech for space.” He hops up and down at the same time as Sideswipe, Mirage’s eyes sliding over them slowly, letting out a slow breath.

The transport is rocked with an explosion and the doors open, pulling the pressure with it. Hound took a deep breath before leaping out after Mirage, Sideswipe falling backwards out of the transport, his sword expended from its spot in his arm plating as he fell. Hound brought his gun up, eyes widening as he saw the same bastards he’d spent the last several years fight on a moral familiar surface. Mirage hit one hard and effectively took it to the ground, using it to break his landing, seeing that Hound did the same and Sideswipe followed his lead.

It was easy to spot Jazz in the fight, though there were other mechs with visors on the field, he was the only one with numbers across his chest. Hound’s breath caught lightly in his throat even as the shot from his gun hit the so-called Quint just behind Jazz. Their eyes met, for a moment before Hound had an additional face on his visual feel, the bright smile was one he didn’t think he’d ever see again. Other than maybe on a skull, “You sure know how to make an entrance Hound,” He grinned as he turned and fired on the tentacled aliens, “I was just following that guys lead,” Jazz glanced over and laughed, “Oh, Mirage is a hoot. You’ll come to really love the guy.” “If you say so.” Hound continued firing.

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In the distance, two large figures were fighting back to back, cleaving through the enemy with a certain amount of struggle. One of them, tall and grey, saw the red and green visored mechs fall from the sky and watched for a click as they each killed several Quintessons with limited hassle. His break caught, “Optimus, there truly are more like Jazz.” “What do you mean Megatron?” Optimus grunted with effort, throwing one off himself, before his face was forcefully turned towards Hound and Sideswipe, “Ah. That would explain Prowl’s message.” Megatron growled for a moment before blasting another encroacher.

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Breakdown and Sunstreaker landed with Prowl in the now disabled transport, less of a landing and more of a crash, they both bailed out with ease and took off onto the battlefield, Breakdown taking up position as his cannon hummed to life and Sunstreaker took off in the direction of Sideswipe. Several mechs were staring at them, mostly at the energon covered Sunstreaker, as he almost collided with his brother to cover his back.

“Stay on comms people, stay focused.” Hound was calm, as he had been in every fight and would continue to be, “God, have you been like that this whole time?” Jazz’s voice was truly music to all their ears, bringing smiles and relief to their faces, “Welcome back, Commander. Ha! You’ve got more seniority than Hound!” Sideswipe slides past the pair, cleaving a Quintessons drone in half with ease. There was a moment of pause, Jazz clearly thinking before clearing his throat, “I’ll follow whatever Hound orders, he’s primary for, uh, whatever your mission is called.” “Thank you.” Hound shoots the head off a Quintessons nearest to Jazz with a light smile.

Most of the cybertronians that were there had fallen back to a more defensive position as the humans went after the Quintessons, not noticing the slight retreat of their counterparts. Even as their plating got torn and gouged, lines splitting open and getting concussed with covering fire. It was clear, they were more built for this fight than the average citizen of Cybertron.

The twins were moving together in near synch, bracers moving through the air and Sideswipe’s sword coming through the enemy by its near perfect design.

Breakdown was blowing up the land between the line and the enemy, blasting apart the drones with ease, his cannon locking onto the familiar enemy and eliminating it.

Hound was near Jazz, gun up and firing rapidly, focused on the scope of his visual feed and unable to speak.

Together they made a near perfect team, the twins were bickering across the comms and moving as if they’d always fought together, Hound was covering the angles they couldn’t see and Breakdown was covering them all. Maybe that’s why they’d been paired together, because they all were adaptable and capable. Jazz was just the missing piece of this puzzle as he was able to provide information from the other side of the field, listening into the cybertronian comms with five years of practiced ease. Hound glances towards his old friend, still not entirely convinced that this was all real.

Prowl slid up near Jazz and Hound, flanked by Mirage towards the end of the fight, his servo resting lightly on Jazz’s back. They moved almost as one, even better paired than the twins in a way that shocked Hound. Jazz had been loved back home, there was no doubt about that but this, this was something else and unexpected. They clearly were speaking quietly to each other, still in a language that Hound couldn’t understand though the translator was still clicking away.

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When there was nothing left but broken armor, spilt energon, and gore from the Quintessons, Jazz took Hound’s elbow lightly, “Breath Hound, it’s over for now.” It was so different from back home, one or two of these things would attack entire cities, not a battle field of them. Hound at that moment wasn’t sure how long they’d been fighting for, whether it was the same day or even the same week, being in his suit and filled with adrenaline kept him in focus. Kept them all in focus. It was evident in the stance of the others as well, from potentially that morning leaving to Odyssey till now, who knew how long it had been and when you were in a suit you could stretch things a lot further than without it.

With a nod, Hound takes a break and rests his hand on Jazz’s shoulder, “I still can’t believe it’s actually you.” Jazz’s smile was evident even without the visual feed, “It’s been a long five years. I hope you brought some good food from home.” Sunstreaker sighed dramatically, “If you think protein bars are good, then yes, he did.” Sideswipe, draped over his brother, snorted and covered his face. Hound rolled his eyes lightly, “There is more than that on the Odyssey.” “The Odyssey, like Apollo 13?” Breakdown was the next to speak up, “Ironic, yes?” They moved together, away from the main area that seemed to be a camp, only one following for the moment was Prowl. Silently listening to them talk, “You could say that, except they never stepped on the moon. You guys are standing on an entirely different planet.” “Don’t remind me.” Sunstreaker nearly whined, grabbing at the sides of his head to more laughter from his brother.

Jazz brought them over to some sort of heater, standing near it to keep warm after the fight, when their heart rates would slow and cool them off to an uncomfortable point, “You know you two, you’ll uh, want to hose off with some solvent. It makes some mechs uncomfortable to see others covered in dried blood.” Sunstreaker almost howled as Breakdown pointed at him, “I knew it! I said it.” Prowl gives Jazz a very long and hard look, at which Jazz just shrugs, “They’ll be a lot like me when I first got here Prowler.”

Someone cleared their throat behind the six of them, Prowl stood stock straight and turned, if a mech could go pale that is what Hound would have described it as, suddenly there was a quiet click in Hound’s ear and the next words said in their strange language flowed through the transmitter and adjusted to fit the tones before spreading out into well understandable English, “Well Jazz, are you going to introduced us to your friends?” A big red and blue mech stood with another equally large grey bot, shoulder to shoulder, covered in soot and the same pink stuff Sunstreaker had been splattered with, “Uh, yes sir, well, these are other pilots from Earth.” His voice almost got timid, that’s when Hound knew that these were likely who was really in charge, especially considering how few other mechs were now around them.

Having been around a few other mechs in the battle have given Hound a bit of perspective, it made their suits feel huge, especially when they often felt small in Vortex’s, now First Aid’s, shadow. These mecha though, they were big just for the sake of being big. Hound didn’t have to stare too far up, but still his head was tilted back to meet this one’s eye line. He stood still for a long moment before standing at parade rest, clearing his throat, “Sir, uh. We apologize for the, uh, heh, invasion.” Hound paused as the translator quickly worked its magic. Thank god for Preceptor and his bizarre ideas. Jazz’s head whipped to him, as did the others, all staring at the strange translation that came from his external speakers.

“Where in the hell did you learn that?” Sideswipe leaned forward slightly, whispering as if those around them wouldn’t be able to hear, “Turn on the translator Preceptor installed, I’ve been running it all day so it could learn.” Hound whispered back, but seemingly kept eye contact with the two large mechs. One shifted and crossed his arms before speaking, “What brought you all here? Your comrade, or something else?” Hound tilted his head ever so slightly and glanced at Jazz, who had slunk to almost hide behind Prowl, he looked back to the grey mech and shook his head, “It’s complicated.” “Then uncomplicated it.” He opened his mouth again but the blue and red mech rested his hand on the others shoulder, “Let’s give them time to reacquaint with Jazz, you forget that five solar cycles seems much longer for them then for us.” The other grunted before turning and walking towards a group of mechs, all ranging in shades of purple, blue, and green. The one left smiled with his eyes, if a mech could do that, “He means no harm, he’s just, curious is all. Go refuel, take a moment to rest, then we can discuss how you arrive here.” Nodding, Hound turned to the crew, and motioned for them to go back.

Jazz was the first to speak up, “Come on, we’ve got a place to sit and fuel over here.” He points and slowly, they make their way off the decimated battlefield.

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A/N

Wow, alright. I had an entirely different ending written for this part, but in all actuality that is now the ending of part nine I guess.

I was going to give myself 30 minutes to write today, and 2 and a half hours later I finished part eight. Of course, it never fails.

At least I’ll have about half of part 9 done when I go to post this, so there is that. Also, I wrote this part from 8 till 10:30 at night so if there are major errors or any errors that you see, please let me know.

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And once again thank you to @keferon for this amazing AU.

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