----------Section 2: Trying to fit into Life (on earth) _----------

  While Optimus Prime and his commanders attended to military matters at the ACCB, some of the other Autobots dedicated their time and effort to helping the humans. The others helped in various ways, such as Decepticon Patrol officers, human crime fighters, scientists, doctors, explorers, inventors, all just trying to be useful until they could return to Cybertron, their homeworld.

In the Medical Wing of the National Hospital_

  Ratchet, meanwhile, was tired of the media calling him “Miraclebot” or their new name for him “RedCrossTron”. He did not like those names one bit, but he was forced to accept it after hearing doctors and nurses in the National Hospital calling him those names. Imagine hearing those names a few thousand times in a few hours, it could have driven any sane bot off his processor with those names flowing through his audio-receptors. But he did like how neat and organized the medical system was on Earth than on Cybertron. He was currently doing research on doctors and medicine and seeing if he could aid them in their efforts to make new types of medicine to help humans. The medicines he created were extremely useful, as they help to revive comatose humans, and sometimes cure them of their illnesses.
  He was respected and admired by most of the human doctors, and he also spends some time off his busy schedule teaching them more effective way of surgery and diagnosis. However, to make matters worse, they have now released a new health campaign with HIM as the mascot of the show. There was so much a bot could take without blowing up his processor, but Ratchet tolerated it as long as they don’t go overboard. In fact, he wants to help the humans any way he can, and teaching them was a start.

National Hospital_
Intensive Care Unit_
Room 24A_

  “Thank you, Mr RedCrossTron. You have helped us a lot on this matter of developing new medicine,” said one of the doctors as he shook Ratchet’s finger. “It was my pleasure to help you all. And please, call me Ratchet. It sounds better that way.”  Ratchet winked at the human doctor before he left the room. As he walked down the corridor, Ratchet heard a familiar voice that makes him turn and poke his head into another room. There he saw a doctor fixing a prosthetic limb for a patient, whose hands worked magic on any prosthetic limb he lays his hands on. Without another doubt, it was the genius Dr. Victor Keys. With a signal, he caught Victor’s attention and called him out to talk outside in the main garden of the hospital.
  “Victor, fancy meeting you here.” Ratchet said as he sat down beside Keys. “Yes indeed, I did not know you are in the same hospital as me today.” replied Keys as he looked up at the large Transformer. “So, how was the project coming along?” Ratchet asked curiously. Victor Keys leaned back on the bench, while cleaning his glasses at the same time, and replied, “It is coming along nicely, however it will still take some time. I am currently gathering as much information and details on your minds so I can make an effective countermeasure against the Decepticons.” “Well, I wish you all the best in your work; I will see you later at the ACCB in a few days time. Then you can report your progress to Optimus Prime.” said Ratchet as he looked at Keys with a smiling face. “Thanks Ratchet, I will compile a report for Optimus on my progress, so don’t worry. See you later.” Victor Keys said as he bid goodbye to Ratchet and vanished into the crowds outside the Hospital.

****

The Middle East_
Outskirts of Iraq_

  If anyone enjoys war, it would have to be Ironhide. He enjoyed making fun of human weaponry and worked with the U.S. army in developing non-lethal weapons for the Iraqi war. It was with his help the U.S. army has been able to gain a foothold in the Middle East, as well as taking control of key enemy strongholds in a matter of weeks. He also had a new side mission: which is to aid the US in ending the Middle-Eastern war. Of all the humans he has met, Ironhide’s favorite human was Captain Lennox. In his own personal optics Lennox was a fine soldier, he just wished the Captain was an Autobot. Lennox would have made a wonderful soldier in the Great War, and if he was, it would be Ironhide’s favourite partner of all time.

Iraqi U.S. Army Base Delta 23_
8 kilometers from Iraqi Border_
Current Status: Active_
  
  The entire Armed Forces base was a beehive of activity. The clouds in the sky were churned apart as F22 Raptors and CV-22 Ospreys shot through it like a hot knife through butter. Trucks and Humvees ran throughout the entire base to whatever destinations they were assigned. Row upon row of American soldiers, ranging from fresh recruits just deployed from the academy to hardened veterans, were either armed and ready on standby or running from place to place with boxes of ammunition and weaponry. There was even some administration personnel carrying files containing sensitive information around the military base, either whispering words to captains or attending to matters at hand in the Command Center. To be exact, there were enough men and vehicles in the base to mount an unopposed invasion of a third-world country. Once given their orders, these armed forces would strike with full force at any country who opposes America and their ideologies.
  A gleaming black GMC pickup truck roared into the military base, followed by four Humvees in quick succession. The pickup truck skidded to a halt in front of the Command Center, sending soldiers diving out of its way and promptly transformed into an Autobot named Ironhide, who immediately shouted, “MEDICS!! I NEED MEDICS IMMEDIATELY!” while Lennox and Epps carried the wounded American soldiers out of the AK-47 bullet ridden Humvees to the awaiting medics. One of them was already groaning from three bullet holes in his abdomen while another has lost an arm and a leg from a bomb blast earlier that day. Without further ado, the medics came running with their medical equipment at the ready and soon, they were rushing the critically wounded soldiers to the medical wing for emergency treatment. Every second counts in this race to save a person’s life.
  Lennox leaned back on the nearby wall as he dropped his M16 rifle and wiped a handful of sweat from his face. He cursed silently to himself as he checked his wounds and torn uniform, which was caked in sweat and blood, as well as gunpower and god-knows-what-else. He was dead tired and thirsty, and he desired no more than some food, some rest and lots of sleep. Beside him, Epps was faring no better. The bronze coloured soldier was panting as if he had ran several kilometers without even taking a drink of water. His personal rifle and pistol were tossed aside, with its ammunition cartridge detached and the bullets inside rolling across the hot hard floor of the military base. It has been several weeks since they have been deployed to Iraq to put down the terrorist cells there, but the terrorists were innovative and cunning day by day and hence the reason why the American forces were fighting a slow losing war in the Middle East. They have just returned from a major offensive in Bagdad, and the reason they were rushed back to base was because of the heavy causalities they have suffered in the large scale battles a six hours ago. Now they were given a few minutes respite, and they are going to make full use of it. Besides, it won’t be very long they were reassigned to another mission.
  “Hey, you two look like scrap.” came a loud booming voice from above as a large shadow fell on them. Without any doubts, it was Ironhide. His large frame casted large shadows on Lennox and Epps and shielded them from the glaring, uncaring sun, while his blue optics bored holes into them. Lennox slowly propped himself up, and looked directly at Ironhide, saying, “Thanks for your help just now, we wouldn’t have made it out from those terrorists without you.” Beside Lennox, Epps was silently panting and nursing a large cut caused by shrapnel on his leg. Ironhide bent down at them both and opened his hand, revealing a few bottles of cold water. Plainly grateful, Lennox and Epps picked up the bottles of water and drank them up in a few gulps. “You are welcome. Get some rest and have some water. You have 12 hours R and R for yourselves and your teams. I will personally make sure there will not be any disturbances.” Ironhide replied before heading into the military base to replenishing his ammunition reserves and checking up on the development of the new weapons he created for the American forces.
  “Been some nice battle, huh?” said Lennox as he splashed the cold water over his face. Epps grunted in approval as he drank the remainder of his cold water. “You know, Ironhide is really an excellent soldier. I like his battle tactics and strategies.” Epps said after regaining his voice. Lennox looked at Epps and grinned, saying, “He’s more than that. Ironhide is a good friend and partner.” Epps snorted and replied, “Yeah, he seems to like you very much, Lennox.” Lennox playfully punched Epps on the shoulder and said, “Yeah, Ironhide and me make a great team together. Now, go and get some rest, later we have another mission to complete.” Epps chuckled and stood up to gather his things, before disappearing into the barracks. Lennox, on the other hand, looked at the blue-yellowish sky, wondering when he can go back to America to meet his wife and son…

****

United States of America_
American Science Center, Astronomy Department_

  Cosmos was helping Doctor Neil Tyson in his astronomy. Besides that, he was also helping the Astrology scientists to develop better spacecraft and space probes to monitor the other planets and objects in space. It was also with Cosmos’s help that the scientists managed to develop better parts for the space station and invent better space probes for deep space exploration and planet fall. Cosmos was also fascinated with human folktales of space and constellations, and spends most of his time reading those books and articles, as well as using the Internet to search up on various space phenomenons.
  In the recent months, Cosmos has been used as a mascot for several science space conventions and sometimes, he has been used as a temporary spacecraft to carry cargo and personnel in between Earth and the International space station. Besides that, Cosmos was also an excellent astrologist with his vast knowledge of the stars and planets, and he was currently writing a book named, “Cosmos’s ultimate guide to the galaxy and beyond” with the help of many other human scientists.
  In addition, there were also NASA scientists who were using his design as a basis for a new kind of spacecraft to bring humanity to the stars. Cosmos doesn’t mind, in fact, he enjoyed being with humans, and helping them gave him a sense of satisfaction in his processors. And by looking at the fruits of his success, which were the new generation of spaceships and a series of astrology books to educate humanity, Cosmos allowed a grin to cross his face after so many deca-cycles of hard work.

****

United States of America_
On the Highway of Road I-57_

  The silence of the highway was shattered by loud roars as a couple of sports car sped down the road, pursued closely by a few traffic police cars. Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, and Blurr were just having fun racing policemen and their radar. Their most common prank was to let Blurr whizz past traffic police and then taunting them to go on a wild goose chase. Consequently, it was no surprise they were often lectured by Optimus Prime over their boisterous behaviour. But they don’t mind, as they were enjoying themselves entirely. However, the main problem for Prowl was the speeding tickets they have accumulated over the months, and it has been a chore to pay for all those given fines. Prowl once swore to Prime (and Primus) that if one more ticket appeared on his desk, the trio would get an “interesting spark-to-spark conversation” with him. Prime only kept silent, but in his spark, he could be having a quiet chuckle to himself at the situation at hand.

****


Harvard University_
Science Department Room 5_

  Preceptor and Wheeljack just loved outdoing each other in front of earth scientists. But of course, being something of whackjob scientists themselves, most of their experiments either ended up in failure, or in massive explosions that nearly demolished the building and themselves included. Nevertheless, it was interesting to see them compete to see who was the best cybertronian scientist. The human scientists, conversely, were constantly fascinated by their creations and various disastrous experiments.
  Additionally, Perceptor was helping the human scientists with their Chemistry and Physics, and Wheeljack on the various Biology and Chemicals. They have managed to create beneficial metals and compounds for humans to use, and some of these experiments were even used as school topics. It was not uncommon for them both to be visiting various schools, as they often fulfill their side jobs as temporary science teachers to teach students more about science. Pretty soon, they were both called all around America to answer to many calls for “Transformer science teachers”, and Wheeljack once joked that they could be teaching quantum physics to grade 5 children if they were at the wrong school, as they have so many appointments per day around America. Perceptor chuckled at the joke while mixing chemicals which inevitably causes yet another explosion that blew up the entire science block to kingdom come.

----------Section 3: The Search for Maggie and Glen_----------

1034 Hours_
26 June_
Year 2010 A.D._
United States of America_
Unknown Location_
Sector 7 Mobile Command Post (S7MCP) Echo-56_
8 Days ago_

  Pieces of the puzzle were supposed to fit together. And now all of the pieces were starting to come into place. But those pieces were completely useless if you cannot understand how they go together. And that is just how Mark McAlister felt. Even in the air-conditioned, spacious command room of the Mobile Command Post, he did not feel at ease somehow. The problem was not with the place, it was the problem at hand in front of him. The plain blank blue computer screen with no files. No matter what he and his highly skilled computer team did the vital files were just gone. Expunged. Vanished. He didn’t want to do it but he had to get assistance. Help from outside sources was the only way, somewhere out there in the vast city someone knew what to do about recovering the mysteriously deleted files.
  Mark only has a vague memory of those two persons, and he remembered the only person to track the cause of the LA fallout.  Maggie Madsen. She was the genius he needed to hire. And perhaps he can also obtain the assistance of Glen as well. Glen was an expert at computers and he had hacked into the CIA just under 5 minutes. But the primary problem is that no one saw them both after that frightful day of fighting the Decepticon named frenzy. It was as if they just disappeared off the face of the Earth. But the good news was that he knew just exactly how to find them. They would be easy to track but the mystery girl was another story.
  That mysterious girl that took the Allspark cube that day from Sam Witwicky was a big problem that rests on Mark’s shoulders. It would have been an easy task if someone could give a correct description of the girl but everyone was either so scared or preoccupied with fleeing that day no one even noticed her. But the files were intact; he just had to find them within the system’s mainframe. His ability to control the situation was failing miserably by the days that go by. Mark didn’t know who would give him a bigger headache, Optimus Prime or the President? He has sent out all the agents at his disposal to seek out the twohackers, and now he has to do one simple thing that he hates the most: waiting. Inside his mind, he was plotting to find the Decepticons that were behind this incident and then bring them down hard. Extremely hard.
  A beeping sound disrupted Mark’s train of thoughts. It was his personal phone ringing. The agents have found something, and it’s terribly urgent as there was a flashing red icon beside the message. He picked up his phone and began to read the message encrypted within.

****

On the Streets of Washington D.C._

  As Jazz sped through the streets of Washington D.C. on his mission to search for Maggie and Glen, he was feeling so happy that he got to stay on Earth; he loved the culture, the people, well practically everything on Earth. The reason Jazz was a special operation agent and acting general of the Autobot armies was because he had the coolest head for the toughest mission. Its not a matter of ego, its just that he was so cool that the more pressure you put on him, the more focused he got. Everything about it made him happy, especially the emphasis on “cool”, and the fact that he liked to use his external speakers as music players and lights, he was literally a mini disco place, and that’s why Jazz always party out with the humans whenever possible, as he was always busy most of the time at Autobot Command.
  No matter how much Jazz has stretched his search range everywhere, but there was still not sign of Maggie and Glen. He ran a background check on them both, but his scans came up clean, as there were no latest updates on them from the police force. Captain Fanzone, in fact, was fuming over the fact he can’t even find a girl named Taiya, let alone a pair of hackers that can hack into NORAD in a few minutes. Jazz knew that Fanzone would blow his top if Jazz asked him about searching for two more people since he has a lot on his plate already. But since orders were orders, Jazz sped off to the Detroit Police Department at full speed, intent on getting some clues or help from Fanzone, whether he likes it or not.

Detroit Police Department_
20 Minutes Later_
  
  Prowl and Mirage were teaching the latest batch of police officers Autobot ways of dealing with criminals, much to the dismay of Captain Fanzone who hated technology and robots, particularly the Transformers. While all the other police officers welcomed the Autobots warmly, it was Fanzone that hated them. The reason? He hates technology and anything related to them so much that he did not have any other high tech stuff on his desk except for a phone and a computer. Unless you count in the mountain of paperwork he has on his table. It was not uncommon for his staff to see him either smashing the phone on the table or banging on the computer when it crashed. Truthfully, Prowl once said Fanzone reminds him of Bonecrusher, and Mirage was laughing so hard until he forgot to defrag his hard drive. It was a good thing Fanzone did not hear that, or he would have blown his top at that very moment.
  But it seems that Autobot ways of capture was by using an Inhibitor Claw to restrain a transformer, and them taking them to prison with laser bars and then lock them up for A LONG TIME, which means hundreds, if not thousands of years. And their weaponry used in police suppression includes laser cannons, disruption smoke launchers, electric batons, which were much more effective than human police hardware, and so incredibly advanced that they totally render human technology obsolete. To put it crudely, comparing them was like comparing a toothpick to an Excalibur.
  Jazz transformed back to his robot form outside the Police Department, and squatted outside the main doors, poked his head inside the office and said, “May I speak to Captain Fanzone?” to the mildly startled receptionist police officer. Minutes later, Captain Fanzone was outside his personal office with his usual unsmiling face boring at Jazz. With a signal of his fingers, Fanzone beckoned Jazz into his private quarters, before closing the door with the words: Do not Disturb pasted all over it.
  Fanzone’s office looks more like a mess after a hurricane than an ordinary office. Large stacks of paperwork and files littered the floor, and the cupboards and cabinets were stuffed full of papers and various colours of files. Even the desk was filled with masses of papers and photographs, as well as an old computer and a cradle phone. On top of  the cabinets were yet more files and documents. To be precise, it was a chore to clean up all the stuff in Fanzone’s office, and Jazz wondered if Fanzone ever cleaned up at all.
  “Maggie and Glen? They are missing again? That’s about the 20-something person that has been missing this month.” Fanzone said as he threw a few files into a recycling bin and sat down on his chair, which squeaked under his weight. Frankly, if there was one Autobot that Fanzone liked, it would have to be Jazz. With his cool head and resourceful personality, Jazz was an indispensable asset to him, and it was with Jazz’s help Fanzone managed to capture many criminals with ease, due to his information gathering and excellent fighting skills. There were some people in the police command that said Fanzone and Jazz make a pretty good team together.
  Jazz leaned back, rubbed his chin and said, “It is imperative we need to find them both, as they may help us to find the person that has taken the Allspark that day. With the Decepticons invading bases all over America, and the latest attack killing over 1200 humans, it will be a matter of time before they can cripple the entire world’s fighting capabilities and take over the Earth.” Fanzone palmed his face with one hand and replied, “It was a very problematic difficulty trying to find many humans that have been vanishing all over the world, and even Interpol has problems dealing with that. Now two more expert hackers have vanished, I wonder if it was linked to the appearances of the Decepticons?” Fanzone gestured to his right, which Jazz saw a whole wall of human disappearances over the past few months. However, there are some faces on the wall that are circled in Red. “These are the people that have vanished mysteriously after they have incidents with transformers. The ones circled in red have similar witness accounts, but to date, I have yet find a single survivor that can recount to me about the incidents. And what bothers me the most is that Decepticon sightings have been reported all over America, and there is very little the military can do unless there is a countermeasure we can use to take down the Decepticons…or at least slow them down. We are living on borrowed time here Jazz, nothing more, and nothing less.”
  Jazz took a long look at the pictures of the missing people, his optics scanning and logging in every name and face, intending to bring this up to Prime and his sub-commanders later. It was several moments before he turned back to Fanzone and said, “You can leave the Decepticons to us, we will deal with them when the time comes. However, do you mind if you can use your police resources to find Maggie and Glen for us?” Fanzone flipped through a file on Computer Hackers, looked up at Jazz and said, “Well, I will see what I can do at the moment. But on one condition however.” Seeing no other choice available, Jazz replied, “And what is that?” “I would want you to give me information on the Decepticons’ activities on Earth, as well as any files on any humans that have encountered Decepticons, and then maybe I can piece together the picture of what the Decepticons are doing on Earth. I will inform you when I have theories or my Hunches. ” said Fanzone simply.
  After considering Fanzone’s offer for a few moments, Jazz eventually agreed and thanked Fanzone for his help. After transforming back to vehicle mode and left the Police Department for Autobot City Command Hub, Jazz thought about what he can do to help the humans while he reflected about the incidents of the past few months. There was something very wrong here about the various human disappearances, and somehow they were all linked to the appearances of the Decepticons. There was something much bigger than mere disappearances of humans; he could feel it in his processors. Wait till Prime hears about this.

****

Washington D.C. Police Department_
Brig Holding Cell C-7_

  There were two people in the small brig. One was a woman, and the other one was a man. Maggie Madson cursed silently to herself as she lay on the sunken bed on the left side of the brig. Her hands were bound behind her back by handcuffs; hence she can’t even punch the man in front of her for getting her into this mess. The entire room was soundproofed, hence no one could hear her cursing, unless you count in Glen Whitmann, who was the one that was also bound in the brig, and he was trying his best not to lose his cool in spite of Maggie’s cursing.
  “Quit your cursing, I am thinking. Ah-ha, I got it. Look, we just both confess that we accidentally shut down the defense network for approximately 2 hours and 24 minutes, and maybe they will take pity on us and release us after a few weeks in prison.” Glen said as he looked joyfully up at her, evidently pleased with his story. (or to be exact, a cock and bull story) Maggie, in response, gave him a swift kick on the stomach and said sarcastically, “Yeah right, they sure hell will. Do you know that we can be locked up forever for breaching a defense network? Use your hacker brains MORON!!”  Glen just winced in pain and went back to thinking of cooking up any more stories to fool the police officers that has arrested them on the charge of breaching the country’s military defense network.
  Ever since the day they escaped the Transformers attack incident, Maggie and Glen were working as freelance hackers and computer program writers. They were an unlikely couple, as they cannot get alone well most of the time. Except for the fact that they were very important together as each of them would require the other to hack into computers and databases. Despite the fact she hated Glen, but she had to admit the fact that his genius computer skills were vital to their business at hand. It was until that fateful day when police officers barge into Glen’s house yet again, with the exception of Glen committing a crime of a sort, and she was dragged into a new mess again after the Transformers incident. Later she learned that Glen has accidentally breached the National Defense Network and taken their computers offline for a couple of hours due to his hasty hacking. And now they were in the police station’s brig, waiting for the government’s agents to come and pick them up, and taken to court. To make matters worse, Glen’s record of past hacking incidents would cause him to thrown away in jail for life, and she would most likely spend 10 years in prison for her involvement with him.
  Both occupants rose as a cluster of agents appeared, with a man wearing black sunglasses, black suit, black pants and a black tie. Only his watch, inner clothing and hair were not black. The icon of FBI and Sector 7 was seen plainly on his clothing. Glen, of course, started blubbering about his grandmother and the jail terms. However, Maggie knows that they were not going to jail; they were under federal custody, which means someone in the higher-ups of the American government wanted them alive.
  The black-uniformed agents led them out of the police station and pushed them into the awaiting SUVs as one of the agents handed the police commissioner a piece of federal paper. “Where are we going?” Maggie asked, although she feared the answer herself. The agent beside her studied Maggie emotionlessly, and said in a calm but firm voice, “Maggie Madson, everything will be explained once we reach our destination.” Beside them, Glen said nothing at all, for he was too frightened to say anything, while the other agents remained completely silent. One by one the line of cars and SUVs pulled smoothly out into the streets, accelerating in the direction of the nearest freeway, leaving the neighbourhood or Oregon shrouded completely in darkness…

----------Section 4:  First Special Operations Forces (F.S.O.F.) ----------

1836 Hours_
25 June_
Year 2010 A.D._
United States of America_
Outskirts of Washington D.C._
Victor Key’s Personal Residence_
Main Meeting Hall_
9 Days ago_

  If anyone gambled that Victor Keys was a fool to work with General McAlister, they would have lost their cash in a heartbeat. Not just in bio-bionics, Keys was just as much as a genius in military tactics and politics as General McAlister was heartless, and his own personal skills were second to none. He has already seen through the general’s façade long ago, but he did put on an act to prevent McAlister from putting him on his personal Blacklist. Victor Keys actually knew McAlister’s plan of world domination and establish his own new world, as he piece together a picture after knowing of McAlister’s power-hungry ambitions and hatred of the new president. If anyone wants to kill the president and take over the world, it would no doubt be General McAlister. He also knew it was only a matter of time before the secret of Sector 7 would crack, and after that the newly known transformer race would be known to the world. Nonetheless, the main problem lies with the world, which was like a poetic justice. The more the rest of the world found out about the transformer race, the more everyone was looking out for their own interest. Truth be told, every corrupt governmental agency was plan to, or was planning to make their own individual TF army and then try global conquest on a massive scale. The supreme quirk of fate, however, was that they just had no idea that a transformer would be harder to catch than a shooting star with a base ball glove. Not to mention that Terrorists, gangs, and even some countries considered to be friendly were all after the cybertronian prize, which was one any of them would pay a fortune to get. Even countries like China, Russia, Iran, Iraq, and even the British government were among the top listed in Victor Keys’s analysis of the world threats. Whitmore, however, was a young president with a gullible attitude, refusing to believe the reports that he put forward to him, which General McAlister would expose and then use to his own benefit, if he ever found out about it. Faced with a twisted and rapidly escalating world, they would do their part to change it. This path was a dark one, but the other one was even darker. Humanity was tearing itself apart day by day, and if steps were not taken, the result would be unspeakable. As long as Keys was alive, he won’t let humanity drag itself to oblivion. And that was what he was going to do.
  And so, unknown to McAlister and Whitemore, Keys took steps only known to himself to create a personal team of special operatives and agents after discovering that Sector 7 wanted to capture a Transformer for their own twisted purposes. This crack team of his own was known to no one but himself and a few trusted aides and his team had known about the presence of the Transformers for the last decade or so. He knows how Sector 7 would get a Transformer, and what’s even worse was he knows what they would do when they get a captive one. And so, Keys decided to stop them, and started by taking steps to thwart their plans whenever possible.
  Over the past few years, Keys used all the resources and connections at his disposal to create this highly advanced personal team of special operatives. He also recorded many cybertronian sightings, and keep extensive records on all cybertronian subjects, ranging from battle tactics to culture. He used most of his connections around the world in both political and military, allowing him total access to many important places, and acquire many kinds of technology for the creation of this team. Keys also used his personal lab to do his research and experiments, as well as creating new weaponry and gadgets for his operatives. He even created a supercomputer that was named as "Cy-net" to assist him in world affairs and cybertronian appearances. To keep a back door open, he accessed sector 7 to obtain all data they have on the NBEs, and kept a backup system to protect his information inside his own personal supercomputer. Now since all the preparations were ready, it all rests on his shoulders to deploy the team once Sector 7 has moved out to capture a Transformer. This marked the birth of the FSOF, or the First Special Operation Forces, Victor Keys’s very own private army.
  Keys tapped his own computer workstation and glanced at the reports that flashed up on the holographic computer screen. His eyes, although damaged, darted rapidly as he read the various submitted reports on the screen. (Please refer to TF Key to Victory for more details on his damaged eyes) He touched a button on the screen, and the hologram vanished, while the keyboard retracted back down, while looking at the four people on either sides of the round circular table. Their facial expressions spoke for themselves, and each of them studied Victor with a calm and emotionless gaze.
  Keys remained calm as he knotted his hands and looked at the four people around the round table and then at the hologram at the middle of it, which was displaying the world map with the red dots, which were Transformer appearances and incidents. Copies of the latest reports, as well as photographs and files of the Decepticons were scattered on the table, and the various hot drinks were left untouched, with their smokes still in mid-air.
  Commander Dominique was on his left, who was a well built young woman with lengthy black hair and brown eyes. She was the best Tactical Operations officer he could find after reading through several personal reports in the military. Keys hand-picked her for his personal FSOF team after he read through her various tactical forecasting reports and personal dossier. She was quiet, stoic, devoted to her job and rarely cracked a smile—she was always business. Keys appreciated that very much. And hence the reason why he assigned her to the FSOF Command Ship Ptolemaios, or known as the “Ptolemy”
  John, Keys’s chief intelligence officer, sat beside Dominique, but at a safe and respectful distance. He was an athletic young man with short copper brown hair and hazel eyes. His long fingers and slender arms were slowly tapping the various buttons on his laptop with all the deliberation of a sleepwalker. He seems competent enough, but in actual fact he’s more than that. The explanation? His intelligence reports were extremely detailed and well written, and they were always up-to-date with the latest information, hence allowing the FSOF teams to get their intel for their operations quickly. He and his intelligence team has been working behind the scenes, gathering intelligence for the FSOF teams whenever needed. In addition, his various influential contacts and intelligence services made him utterly indispensable in the search for any information.
  Commander Steven of the FSOF Alpha Team sat on Keys’s right, reading the reports on the Transformers and Sector 7 with pinpoint precision. Steven was Key’s right hand man in the FSOF teams. He was by far the most active operative in the FSOF teams to date, and he has an impressive record to go with it. Silent, resourceful, and determined, he makes the ideal operative to be sent into any mission with his elite team. In addition, he was a professional with an Assault Railgun, and an expert with close range combat. Chosen after reading through several reports in the US army and the pulling of strings, Keys managed to get him to lead Alpha Team, and Steven has proven himself to be a loyal and capable soldier. A sturdy young man with jet black hair and blue eyes, Steven’s intimidating look was enough to make anyone think twice before engaging him in a fight.
  Commander Diana of the FSOF Delta Team was on the far right of the table, looking at the holographic reports with a concentrated expression on her face, as if she was committing all the information there to her memory. A young woman with blonde hair and emerald green eyes, she was commonly known as the frozen beauty or the jewel of Delta. Her marksmanship was renowned, and she was described as a quiet and deadly artist with a sniper rifle. With two dozen honour badges and marksmanship badges under her belt, Diana had earned a place in the elite army commandos a dozen times over. Seeing such an artist with ranged weaponry, Keys chose her and appointed her as the commander of Delta Team. She was known to be a cheerful girl at times, but she could be very serious when necessary. And don’t cross her when she’s serious, you would regret it.
  Victor Keys closed the file he was reading shut and looked at the four unique individuals in front of him. His every move was watched by them, as four pairs of eyes followed the movements of his fingers and the expressions on his face. When Keys was serious, he meant it, and he never lies when lives were on the line. They all received an encrypted transmission from Keys from four different sections of the Earth, and assembled here for an important meeting. “So, you have come in contact with the Transformers and now you are given an assignment to capture a Transformer for study by the President? Nice job in a week’s work.” John answered credulously as he picked up a photo of a Transformer on the table and ran a scrutinizing eye over it. Dominique’s features remained unmoved as she looked at a picture of a Transformer on her copy of notes, while Steven and Diana studied their notes carefully, taking in every detail written on the notes while looking at the flashing hologram at the center of the table. “I called you all here today is because of a matter of grave importance. It not concerns us, but the rest of humanity as well.” Keys said as he gestured at the additional notes and a few computer discs he has given them. “Once each of you have read your assigned missions, destroy the discs, I wouldn’t want any of them falling into the wrong hands.” Keys said as he ran his eyes over the latest technical report on the Transformers gathered by the FBI personnel that John has managed to obtain after the pulling of some strings.
  “Sector 7 has made their move. I predict in the next few weeks they would have a 90% chance of capturing a Transformer if we don’t step in to stop them.” Dominique said as she listened to the various news reports on the GTNN news network on her own personal laptop. Victor leaned back on his seat and knotted his fingers, before saying, “The Advanced Combat Armour and the Mobile Suites I have built for the FSOF teams are ready for use, however Leonard Church has to make some adjustments and repairs before they can be deployed. According to my current estimation, we should be able to foil Sector 7’s plans if we mobilize at the correct moment. If Sector 7 gets a Transformer, the consequences would be disastrous.” He rubbed his temple and looked at the two main operatives at the right side of the table. “My plan has progressed to phase two, but without the help of you two, the plan will not succeed and the world will disintegrate into wars. I have given the mission profile to you both, and I trust you both know what to do.” Steven and Diana both nodded their heads in acknowledgement. Keys allowed a faint smile to creep onto his face, he has chosen his sub-commanders well.
  “Mind I point out that we were stopping them with force, Vicky?” John asked Keys as he read his own mission profile. John has a bad habit of calling Victor other names instead of Victor, and as long as Keys has him around, he has to tolerate John’s mispronunciation of his name. To be precise, if not for John’s excellent intelligence gathering abilities, Keys would have dismissed him long ago. Keys turned to him and said, “Sector 7 will use every power at their disposal to obtain a Transformer. And might I mention that General McAlister is planning something, probably an armed insurrection of a massive scale to overthrow the president of the United States, which I want to prevent at all costs. All he needs now is a Transformer army to do his bidding, and this all eventually leads to them pooling their resources to capture a Transformer, and I want to stop that from happening. By the way, the name is Victor, NOT Vicky.” At the mention of the words “General McAlister”, everyone at the table turned their gaze from their notes to Victor. Keys remained perfectly calm at their piercing gazes as he look at them all in return. He knows all their previous experiences with the general, and he had no desire to let them relieve those painful memories again. However, those were stories for another time to tell.
  “McAlister? That freak’s name doesn’t even deserve to be mentioned. Look what he did to the countries of the Middle East! He bombed them, he freaking bombed them to kingdom come! 10 million people died, and he only used as statistics for his grand plan of reorganizing the Middle East and angered the other nations against the USA. Now what? Another of his grand plans were set in motion, sending more US troops into the Middle East, intent on rooting out the terrorists? More like a massacre, that’s what I would say!” Steven said, his voice rising with each word that came out of his mouth as they watched the replay of McAlister’s speech on the television broadcast. The rest of the people around the table nodded their heads in concurrence and voiced their protests individually. Victor Keys, sensing the anger in their voices, said, “I know that McAlister is a heartless general, and what he is doing now was inhumane, but now we must wait for the right time to strike. When I have gathered enough intelligence and evidence on his activities, I would have a chance to strip him of his power and stop his plans of destroying the world.” “Sounds like a good plan to me. Just give us the order and we will get the job done.” Diana replied quietly as a hint of a smile appeared on her lips. Victor Keys smirked silently at her reply, until a red flashing icon on his holographic panel caught his attention.
  Victor tapped the icon and a face popped up on his holographic screen. It was Leonard Church, Chief engineer of the FSOF team. “Keys, the Advanced Combat Armour and the Mobile Suites have all rolled out; they are currently located at Command Base Zeta-89. The Mobile Armour Suites would roll out in good order later this week. When do we get the troops to sortie?” Keys’s lips curled, and he gazed at the four individuals around the table and said, “Soon, I just given them their missions. We are going to stop Sector 7 and change the world at the same time, or die trying.” He closed the holographic panel, stood up and said, “You all have your individual missions, but when Sector 7 mobilises to capture a Transformer, I will deploy the Mobile Suites. Put your forces on standby and be prepared for…anything. That will be all for today. You are all dismissed.” Victor Keys turned and sat back on his chair, pushed aside the computer screens on his desk aside with a sudden violence and read his next batch of governmental paperwork, while the his FSOF sub-commanders gathered their individual files and immediately left the room, vanishing into the darkness as quickly as they came. The hologram vanished and the virtual files were all automatically destroyed by a sub-routine program, leaving no trace that this conversation have happened, and the FSOF teams have existed.
  Keys turned away from the closed doors, opened the files on his holographic screens and looked at the extensive report he has done on the Transformers’ minds, starting with the one on the Autobot named as Flak…

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0630 Hours_
28 June_
Year 2010 A.D._
Orbital Debris Field near Earth_
FSOF Command Base Zeta-89_
6 Days ago_

  Humanity has set its sights in space, and since the advance in space technology, NASA has cooperated with several other countries to expand space satellites to space colonies. This cooperation has indeed accelerated spaceborne ships and stations, and by now many resource satellites and spaceships have been launched, and the latest NASA international space center has effectively developed into a large space colony, housing both scientists and civilians, who worked and lived on the colony while conducting their experiments and launching exploration teams to other planets in the Solar System. This space colony was the next step of sending humanity into space and expanding their large empire to the other worlds. A point of balance between the Earth’s and moon’s gravity, and centrifugal force lays this International Space Center (known to world governments as the ISC), a sparkling jewel on earth’s crown. Roughly 500 kilometers from there, is a colossal asteroid belt consisting of resource satellites transported in for colony development. Hidden from prying sensors of many spaceborne satellites and NASA spaceships amonng this mass number of meteorites near Earth lays the camouflaged private armed force FSOF Command Base Zeta-89.
  If you look on the outside, it would look like any other asteroid in the asteroid field, and that’s because of the unique camouflage system that surrounds the entire base. On the inside however, you would find that it was indeed more than meets the eye. Or more precisely, the entire base was inside a large chunk of asteroid. Heavily armoured bulkheads and reinforced airlocked doors made the entire base look impregnable, and house the Command Center, and space repair docks of the FSOF spaceships. Large numbers of Victor Keys’s Mobile Suites, Advanced Combat Armour and Mobile Armour Suites, all locked away under bolted blast doors, with their shiny numbers and names gleaming in the glaring white lights. All these Mobile Suites may seem interesting to any other person, but to Leonard Church, it was the fruit of his labour, created from the forge with the help of the genius Victor Keys.
  He walked down the aisle of the Mobile Suite storage space room, clad in a highly advanced spacesuit that Victor Keys developed for him, and armed with only a computer slate, which displays the status of each Mobile Suite and their individual profile on the blue screen. He nodded with a smile of satisfaction at the data displayed on the computer slate. Forty Mobile Suites were ready, and another twenty would be finished by next week in good order. Leonard was the best mechanic Victor could find after sifting through thousands of mechanic profiles, having a brilliant mechanic brain covered by a mop of chocolate brown hair. It was through his assistance and various connections Keys managed to trust Leonard and delegate the development of the Mobile Suites to him. Throughout the years he has constantly been at Keys side, secretly helping him form his own crack team of operatives.
  Around him, other mechanic personnel and robotic repair machines were adding final adjustments and testing the new weapons built for the Mobile Suites. Others were fixing and test-driving the Mobile Suites in various combat scenarios before they were given to the various FSOF teams. In fact, the entire storage space room was bustling with so much activity that it resembles an armed forces base, with much more efficiency and better advanced technology.
  Leonard watched as the construction teams attached the Laser Integrated Assault Rifles and anti-projectile shields to the new Mobile Suites, and he tilted his head upwards to look at the Suite. The emotionless face of the Mobile Suite AM-001 stared straight back at him, somehow giving him a look of awe and fear. Standing at approximately 18.3 metres and weighing 58.9 tons, it dwarfed the other old models of Mobile Armour and was as tall as any of the Transformers. Covered completely in anti-projectile and beam coating and well armoured, this Suite can dish out and take a whole lot of punishment from any enemy. Equally impressive are the other models of Mobile Suites in the storage room, some have long range sniper rifles, some can transform into Aerospace Fighters and wield gatling guns and some were even designed for heavy backup artillery, sporting missile launchers and custom bazookas. However, these more powerful models were all kept in reserve, and were only deployed when Victor Keys give the word to do so. Truth be told, Leonard and Keys have spent months stealthily developing the blueprint for the Mobile Suites covertly for the FSOF teams, and now they were rewarded as the Suites would be rolled out in due time. He was impressed that Keys can help him to make such versatile Mobile Suites and Mobile Armours, allowing the FSOF teams to have an edge over the other nations’ militaries and private armies. His lips curled a little at the thought of Keys being a few steps ahead of everyone, and a person deserving of his respect and assistance. All he needed now was a word from Keys, and the FSOF teams would be deployed and on their way to Earth.
  Soon, all these Suites will be armed and moved to the newly built ship Ptolemaios, and once given the order, the FSOF forces would assemble a strike force for an offensive against any country and organization who wants to capture a Transformer. It was a bold mission even for the most powerful nations on Earth, and anyone who does this would surely pick a fight with the entire world, hence it was deemed as folly to attempt it. However, Victor Keys, for one, was not going to sit idly by and watch the world destroy itself in an arms race for cybertronian technology, and thus he created a futuristic private army of his own to stop this menace with whatever means possible. Perhaps only time, with a bit of luck, would tell the world to change for the better, or for the worse. These steps may deem unnecessary for now, but in the near future, it may be one of Key’s trump cards to victory.

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Bridge of FSOF Command Ship Ptolemaios_
FSOF Command Base Zeta-89_
Status: On Standby_

   The Command ship of the FSOF forces was constructed off a blueprint of clandestine design developed by Victor Keys in secret. Resembling a sleek transport and assault spaceship, it was heavily armed and armoured, as well as having multiple launching bays for Mobile Suites and Armours to launch and land. It was also outfitted with various detachable shields and an arsenal of futuristic weaponry, aiding it in both defense and offense, as well as opening up various strategic options for the spaceship when necessary. In addition, it was a Mobile Command Post for the FSOF forces and a temporary repair and storage bay for the Mobile Suites and Mobile Armours used by the FSOF teams. Its hull of stealth ore and titanium makes it near impervious to firepower and various conventional weapons and cloaks the Ptolemaios from all forms of scanning devices. In terms of weaponry, it was armed with concealed gatling guns, missile launchers, laser blasters and CRWSs (Close Range Weapon System). As Keys has put it plainly, a technologically advanced ship that will render others completely obsolete proves to be very true indeed.
  As Leonard was supervising the transport of the new Mobile Suites and the supplies into the Ptolemaios, the bridge was a blur of activity. Commander Dominique and her crew of bridge operators were in their space suits, manning their different console stations and checking the various systems of the newly-built spaceship. Their hands were a blur on their individual control panels as they secured their harnesses, ran the obligatory systems check, removing safeties on the ship’s engines, double-checking the reserves of engine power, charging the weapon systems, testing the communications array, navigation and sensor systems, as well as checking the status of the supplying of resources and the relocation of the Mobile Suites units.
  The resupplying will take roughly a couple of days at best, and thus the crew of the Ptolemaios was making use of these precious hours to get as prepared as they can, because when Keys sent his mobilisation command, they had to be ready to stop any of the countries in the world from capturing a Transformer, or the entire Earth would face devastation of a massive scale. All they need now is a single message. One single message to deploy their troops, and it had to come from one person individually himself. And they were all waiting for the inevitable moment to come…