Fanfic -- Best Laid Plans
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dunmurderinTitle: Best Laid Plans
Originally Posted: November 9, 2006
Rating: PG
Author's note: Solaranite was the MacGuffin featured in Plan 9 from Outer Space which, while being deservedly lauded as a bad, bad movie is at least entertainingly bad; Dudley/Anteros and Despina are based off the alien characters from that movie. Written for Astrotrain ficathon
Astrotrain’s wheels ached. The track he was resting on was just a nanoklik too wide for him to rest comfortably on.
Ordinarily, this wouldn’t be a problem; ordinarily, all he had to do was transform, stand up and walk away from the tracks. And then hunt down the idiot who selected the non-standard rail grade and make his displeasure known. Preferably by beating said idiot against said non-standard grade track.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t do that now, no matter how much he quite literally ached to do so. For now, he was supposed to be an ordinary train, sitting in an ordinary top-secret government rail yard waiting to roll on down the line. And ordinary trains didn’t suddenly rise up, walk off the line and beat people to death no matter how sore their wheels got. Or how deserved the beating was. They simply sat around, waiting for goopy organics to drive them around.
No wonder they derailed whenever they got the chance.
“When do we get outta here?” Astrotrain radioed Octane, who was nearby masquerading as an innocent fuel tanker. “My wheels are killing me and I’m bored.”
“Soon, just be patient, would you?” Octane sounded more annoyed than reassuring. “No time at all and we’ll be outta here.”
“I’ve been patient!” Astrotrain growled. “If this doesn’t go off soon, I’m outta here!”
“C’mon, A-Train!” Octane sighed. “Would you give it a rest? It’s just a bit longer. I’m monitoring their radio traffic and they’re almost ready to start loading the Solaranite!”
“Define ‘almost,’ Octane -- how many breems are we talking about?”
“It’s a small-minded mech who allows himself to be ruled by numbers,” said Octane, primly. “Besides, if you leave now, Megatron’s gonna be even madder at you. I mean think about it: first you and Blitzy try to take over the Empire -- without even radioing me about it, which hurts, y’know? -- and then, once I talk Meggy into sparing your obsolete hulls, you duck out of an important mission just because your wheels hurt.”
Octane sighed and Astrotrain knew if his fellow triple-changer was in robot mode, he’d be shaking his head in that sad, disappointed way he always used when he was trying to convince someone that he didn‘t want to hurt them, but wouldn‘t hesitate an instant if he had to. “But, hey, if that’s what you really want to do, be my guest.” Octane’s voice shifted from sad to cold and calculating. “Though, I know I wouldn’t want to be in your frame once I tell Megatron, that’s for sure.”
Astrotrain sighed back. “You talk too much,” he groused before sinking back into silence.
It just wasn’t fair! Starscream attempted coup after coup at the drop of a wrench. The Air Commander had been in on his and Blitzwing’s scheme -- until they’d betrayed him, of course but even still the worst he’d gotten was a trashing and then all was forgiven. At least until the next time, which knowing Starscream should be happening any breem now.
But let him and Blitzwing try one lousy, measly little takeover and they were suddenly Megatron’s practice drones for life. Particularly once Octane had gotten done “helping” them.
The idea was that Astrotrain and Blitzwing would perform certain tasks for Megatron to help prove their newly reinforced loyalty to the Decepticons in general and Megatron in particular. That these tasks would also no doubt benefit Octane in some fashion was just an unforeseen but serendipitous happenstance. Or at least that was Octane’s story and he was sticking to it like an Insecticon to a molasses factory.
So, here Astrotrain sat feeling his wheels screaming in agony and waiting for the humans to hook him up to the railcar that would be carrying the Solaranite.
“Why couldn’t I have been built a Stunticon?” he grumbled to himself. “I could have been pretty and shiny and dumb and anywhere but here.”
He wondered how Blitzwing was doing. Octane had dropped him off outside a human military base and told him to wait. The big dumb lug’s assignment was next; Octane had been very specific in persuading Megatron that the two of them needed to atone separately.
“Cheer up!” Octane’s thinly veiled order masking as forced cheerfulness cut through Astrotrain’s reverie. “I swear, you act like Dirge on a down day! This is gonna be the easiest mission of your life! These dinks have no idea we’re even here. We’re gonna get the goods and be gone while they’re still trying to pick their jaws up off the ground!”
Astrotrain grunted but otherwise didn’t answer. He’d found that it really didn’t matter what he said, Octane rarely listened to anybody but himself.
“Yessir! We are gonna be Megatron’s number one favorites once we pull this off!” Octane practically chirped with excitement. “I found a reference to this stuff and it’s the bomb! Literally! It can turn sunlight explosive! Can you dig that, A-Train? Sunlight!”
Despite himself, Astrotrain was impressed. “Sounds dangerous,” he said, gruffly.
“Of course it is!” Octane said. “That’s why Meggy wants it!”
“Does he know you call him ‘Meggy’?”
“Do I have a Rumble-sized hole in me?” Octane snickered. “Okay, settle down, they’re on their way out with the box!”
“About time.” Astrotrain cut his radio link and waited.
# # #
Astrotrain forced himself with what he felt was admirable self-control to remain in locomotive mode as the humans attached a string of boxcars to his rear coupler with a crash that almost made him cry out. Luckily, his coupler and that of the first boxcar in the row matched better than his wheels did with the rails.
“Aright! Decoy cars are in place!” yelled one of the humans. “Bring in the box and the rivet gun!”
“Rivet gun?” The words slipped out this time before Astrotrain could catch himself. Luckily, the human didn’t seem to notice.
“Yeah, c’mon Dudley! Get the lead out!” The human waved his hat in the air to attract another human’s attention. “We’ve got a tight time-table here!”
Astrotrain sent a quick burst transmission to Octane. “Why are they talking about rivet guns, Octane?”
“Oh, uhm, not sure. Uh, probably for the box cars, to help seal ‘em up. Security measure, right?”
Astrotrain’s reply was cut off by the feeling of several humans tip-tapping around inside him. There was a thunk as a heavy crate was set down in his cab, followed by a thump as a crossbar was placed over the crate. Then came the rivet gun.
Astrotrain had enough time to think “They’re not gonna” before they did.
“Octane remind me to kick the slag out of you when this is over.” Astrotrain was particularly proud of how calm he sounded under the circumstances.
“How was I supposed to know they’d do that?” Octane protested. “I’m not Soundwave! I can’t read minds!”
The fzzt of a laser pistol interrupted Astrotrain’s reply, particularly because the beam hit him in the ceiling.
“What the slag?!” Astrotrain roared. “Knock it off!”
“I claim this train in the name of my home world!” cried the human called Dudley. He was an older male, slightly balding with a fluting, overwrought voice that reminded Astrotrain of Shockwave in his more hysterical moments.
“Dudley, what are you talking about?” said one of the humans. “C’mon, put that thing down! Are you crazy?”
“I am not crazy! I am Anteros!” the man formerly known as Dudley screamed, pointing his laser pistol at the other humans in Astrotrain’s cab. “I am a soldier of my people and I am here to stop this evil!”
“Octane, who is this guy?” Astrotrain radioed.
“Uhmm..”
“Octane, I have an enraged squishy inside me waving a laser pistol around near some of my most favorite delicate bits. Now? Not the time for “Uhmm”! What’s going on?”
“Well, what’s he look like?” Octane hedged.
“OC-TANE!”
“Okay! Okay! He’s probably one of the guys from the planet where they first made this solaranite stuff.”
“What?”
“See, solaranite was first invented on another world where they kinda blew the ever-loving blue-opticed slag out of each other with it. So, now they keep a really close watch on other worlds and go after ‘em if they show signs of developing solaranite themselves.”
Astrotrain paused long enough to hear the one called Anteros verify Octane’s story.
“Your stupid minds! Stupid! Stupid! How many times do we have to do this?” Anteros yelled. “Nine in the past -- my trip makes ten! When will you people learn? Do you want to be destroyed? Is that it? Do you want to destroy everything?”
The other humans stared blankly at Anteros, jaws slightly open. Astrotrain couldn’t blame them.
“Dudley.” It was the last word the human spoke. Anteros turned, shooting him in the chest.
“OUT!” Anteros yelled. “I am taking this train! My people will arrive shortly and we will end the threat of your ancient, juvenile minds once and for all! If you want the solaranite so badly, we’ll give it to you!”
Anteros fired wildly as he herded the rest of the humans out of Astrotrain’s cab, before stepping up to the controls.
“Now the crazy alien wants to drive me!” Astrotrain snarled.
“Let him! At least for now!”
“Have you lost your mind?”
“No! A-Train, buddy, trust me!” Astrotrain winced as the excitement in Octane’s voice made his audials buzz. “There’s a tunnel about fifteen miles from here. Once you’re through that, you’re gonna have open skies. Get me?”
Astrotrain started to snap back, but caught himself. To his surprise and -- he was sure -- to Octane’s relief, he chuckled. “I get you. Get outta here and be waiting for me; once we’re done with psycho-squishy we’ll be heading back to Megatron with his new toy.”
# # #
Despina checked the controls again. Something must have gone wrong, because Anteros was running late. She reached over for the radio controls, her hand hesitating. She should call him, but if nothing was wrong he would be upset with her. And if something was wrong, his stupid male pride wouldn’t allow him to ask for her help. He would only fuss at her, declaring that her job was only to propagate the race while it was his job to be the soldier. The stars knew he’d said it often enough on the trip to Earth.
She snorted. Anteros the Brave might be a soldier, but he was also a complete idiot behind the controls of a saucer. If things had been left up to him, they’d still be trying to navigate their way around the gas giant that was fifth out from this planet’s sun.
“Despina! Answer me!” Anteros’s voice blared from the speaker, making jump and wince. Thankfully he wasn’t there to see it.
“I’m here,” she said. “Where are you?”
“Just about to emerge from the tunnel as planned,” Anteros snapped. “Prepare to land and meet me. Once we’ve got the Solaranite loaded, we’ll leave this miserable rock behind!”
“Yes, Anteros,” Despina said. “I’m on my way.”
“Hurry, I’m almost out of the tunnel now.” There was a rumble and Anteros screamed, mixing anger and fear as only he could.
“Anteros? Anteros, what’s wrong?” Despina toggled the radio, trying to get a response. There was nothing except the sound of a mechanical grinding and what almost sounded like a chuckle. “Anteros!”
Hands working quickly, Despina pulled up the viewscreen focusing in on the railway tunnel below. Something emerged, moving at high speed and leaving the tracks, heading up into the sky and toward her.
# # #
“What the slag is that?” Octane radioed. “That is not their spaceship. Tell me that is not their spaceship! It looks like Cosmos’s fat, ugly sister!”
“It’s not a spaceship,” Astrotrain said as he executed a barrel roll while opening his cargo bay doors. There was a faint scream as Anteros fell out. “It’s a target. Bringing cannons online.”
There was a flash and then the saucer was gone, leaving only debris to rain down like a summer storm on the ground below.
“Tell me you still have the package!” Octane said, flying alongside Astrotrain. “Tell me it didn’t fall out when you dumped Screechy.”
“Don’t worry, it’s still bolted inside me,” Astrotrain said. “And rest assured we’ll be having a talk about that later, Octane.”
Epilogue -- One Week Later:
Astrotrain and Blitzwing walked into the repair bay together, moving toward a berth in the far corner of the room. Pulling back the curtain, Astrotrain restrained himself to a dignified smirk while Blitzwing could barely contain his amusement.
“How’re you feeling, Octane?” Astrotrain asked, crossing his arms as he looked down at the battered mech laying on the repair lift. “Does it hurt bad? No, no, don’t try answering, doesn’t look like they’ve hooked your vocalizer back up yet.”
“Aww, ain’t that a shame?” Blitzwing said, his snickering ruining any attempt at even mock sympathy. “No fancy talking for the Occy.”
“Did you really think Megatron would let you sneak off with his new toys?” Astrotrain asked. “More importantly, did you really think we would let you sneak off with Megatron’s new toys after what you put us through to get them for him in the first place?”
Blitzwing grunted. "Yeah, you think I like going up against human tank-killers just so you can try and steal an armor formula that you aren't even gonna share?"
Octane's mouth worked as he tried to speak but no sound -- other than faint gaspy squeaks -- came out.
Astrotrain sat on the edge of the lift. "We got a deal for you, Octane," he said. "Once they repair you, you get your happy aft off this planet and back to Cybertron and don't let us see you for a good, long time, got that?"
Octane nodded, eager to agree.
Blitzwing looked over to Astrotrain. "That's it? We're not gonna hurt him some more?"
Astrotrain shook his head. "Nahhh, not this time. C'mon, Megatron's going to try out his ultimate weapon and we need to be there for when the Autobots show up to take it away from him."
Originally Posted: November 9, 2006
Rating: PG
Author's note: Solaranite was the MacGuffin featured in Plan 9 from Outer Space which, while being deservedly lauded as a bad, bad movie is at least entertainingly bad; Dudley/Anteros and Despina are based off the alien characters from that movie. Written for Astrotrain ficathon
Astrotrain’s wheels ached. The track he was resting on was just a nanoklik too wide for him to rest comfortably on.
Ordinarily, this wouldn’t be a problem; ordinarily, all he had to do was transform, stand up and walk away from the tracks. And then hunt down the idiot who selected the non-standard rail grade and make his displeasure known. Preferably by beating said idiot against said non-standard grade track.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t do that now, no matter how much he quite literally ached to do so. For now, he was supposed to be an ordinary train, sitting in an ordinary top-secret government rail yard waiting to roll on down the line. And ordinary trains didn’t suddenly rise up, walk off the line and beat people to death no matter how sore their wheels got. Or how deserved the beating was. They simply sat around, waiting for goopy organics to drive them around.
No wonder they derailed whenever they got the chance.
“When do we get outta here?” Astrotrain radioed Octane, who was nearby masquerading as an innocent fuel tanker. “My wheels are killing me and I’m bored.”
“Soon, just be patient, would you?” Octane sounded more annoyed than reassuring. “No time at all and we’ll be outta here.”
“I’ve been patient!” Astrotrain growled. “If this doesn’t go off soon, I’m outta here!”
“C’mon, A-Train!” Octane sighed. “Would you give it a rest? It’s just a bit longer. I’m monitoring their radio traffic and they’re almost ready to start loading the Solaranite!”
“Define ‘almost,’ Octane -- how many breems are we talking about?”
“It’s a small-minded mech who allows himself to be ruled by numbers,” said Octane, primly. “Besides, if you leave now, Megatron’s gonna be even madder at you. I mean think about it: first you and Blitzy try to take over the Empire -- without even radioing me about it, which hurts, y’know? -- and then, once I talk Meggy into sparing your obsolete hulls, you duck out of an important mission just because your wheels hurt.”
Octane sighed and Astrotrain knew if his fellow triple-changer was in robot mode, he’d be shaking his head in that sad, disappointed way he always used when he was trying to convince someone that he didn‘t want to hurt them, but wouldn‘t hesitate an instant if he had to. “But, hey, if that’s what you really want to do, be my guest.” Octane’s voice shifted from sad to cold and calculating. “Though, I know I wouldn’t want to be in your frame once I tell Megatron, that’s for sure.”
Astrotrain sighed back. “You talk too much,” he groused before sinking back into silence.
It just wasn’t fair! Starscream attempted coup after coup at the drop of a wrench. The Air Commander had been in on his and Blitzwing’s scheme -- until they’d betrayed him, of course but even still the worst he’d gotten was a trashing and then all was forgiven. At least until the next time, which knowing Starscream should be happening any breem now.
But let him and Blitzwing try one lousy, measly little takeover and they were suddenly Megatron’s practice drones for life. Particularly once Octane had gotten done “helping” them.
The idea was that Astrotrain and Blitzwing would perform certain tasks for Megatron to help prove their newly reinforced loyalty to the Decepticons in general and Megatron in particular. That these tasks would also no doubt benefit Octane in some fashion was just an unforeseen but serendipitous happenstance. Or at least that was Octane’s story and he was sticking to it like an Insecticon to a molasses factory.
So, here Astrotrain sat feeling his wheels screaming in agony and waiting for the humans to hook him up to the railcar that would be carrying the Solaranite.
“Why couldn’t I have been built a Stunticon?” he grumbled to himself. “I could have been pretty and shiny and dumb and anywhere but here.”
He wondered how Blitzwing was doing. Octane had dropped him off outside a human military base and told him to wait. The big dumb lug’s assignment was next; Octane had been very specific in persuading Megatron that the two of them needed to atone separately.
“Cheer up!” Octane’s thinly veiled order masking as forced cheerfulness cut through Astrotrain’s reverie. “I swear, you act like Dirge on a down day! This is gonna be the easiest mission of your life! These dinks have no idea we’re even here. We’re gonna get the goods and be gone while they’re still trying to pick their jaws up off the ground!”
Astrotrain grunted but otherwise didn’t answer. He’d found that it really didn’t matter what he said, Octane rarely listened to anybody but himself.
“Yessir! We are gonna be Megatron’s number one favorites once we pull this off!” Octane practically chirped with excitement. “I found a reference to this stuff and it’s the bomb! Literally! It can turn sunlight explosive! Can you dig that, A-Train? Sunlight!”
Despite himself, Astrotrain was impressed. “Sounds dangerous,” he said, gruffly.
“Of course it is!” Octane said. “That’s why Meggy wants it!”
“Does he know you call him ‘Meggy’?”
“Do I have a Rumble-sized hole in me?” Octane snickered. “Okay, settle down, they’re on their way out with the box!”
“About time.” Astrotrain cut his radio link and waited.
Astrotrain forced himself with what he felt was admirable self-control to remain in locomotive mode as the humans attached a string of boxcars to his rear coupler with a crash that almost made him cry out. Luckily, his coupler and that of the first boxcar in the row matched better than his wheels did with the rails.
“Aright! Decoy cars are in place!” yelled one of the humans. “Bring in the box and the rivet gun!”
“Rivet gun?” The words slipped out this time before Astrotrain could catch himself. Luckily, the human didn’t seem to notice.
“Yeah, c’mon Dudley! Get the lead out!” The human waved his hat in the air to attract another human’s attention. “We’ve got a tight time-table here!”
Astrotrain sent a quick burst transmission to Octane. “Why are they talking about rivet guns, Octane?”
“Oh, uhm, not sure. Uh, probably for the box cars, to help seal ‘em up. Security measure, right?”
Astrotrain’s reply was cut off by the feeling of several humans tip-tapping around inside him. There was a thunk as a heavy crate was set down in his cab, followed by a thump as a crossbar was placed over the crate. Then came the rivet gun.
Astrotrain had enough time to think “They’re not gonna” before they did.
“Octane remind me to kick the slag out of you when this is over.” Astrotrain was particularly proud of how calm he sounded under the circumstances.
“How was I supposed to know they’d do that?” Octane protested. “I’m not Soundwave! I can’t read minds!”
The fzzt of a laser pistol interrupted Astrotrain’s reply, particularly because the beam hit him in the ceiling.
“What the slag?!” Astrotrain roared. “Knock it off!”
“I claim this train in the name of my home world!” cried the human called Dudley. He was an older male, slightly balding with a fluting, overwrought voice that reminded Astrotrain of Shockwave in his more hysterical moments.
“Dudley, what are you talking about?” said one of the humans. “C’mon, put that thing down! Are you crazy?”
“I am not crazy! I am Anteros!” the man formerly known as Dudley screamed, pointing his laser pistol at the other humans in Astrotrain’s cab. “I am a soldier of my people and I am here to stop this evil!”
“Octane, who is this guy?” Astrotrain radioed.
“Uhmm..”
“Octane, I have an enraged squishy inside me waving a laser pistol around near some of my most favorite delicate bits. Now? Not the time for “Uhmm”! What’s going on?”
“Well, what’s he look like?” Octane hedged.
“OC-TANE!”
“Okay! Okay! He’s probably one of the guys from the planet where they first made this solaranite stuff.”
“What?”
“See, solaranite was first invented on another world where they kinda blew the ever-loving blue-opticed slag out of each other with it. So, now they keep a really close watch on other worlds and go after ‘em if they show signs of developing solaranite themselves.”
Astrotrain paused long enough to hear the one called Anteros verify Octane’s story.
“Your stupid minds! Stupid! Stupid! How many times do we have to do this?” Anteros yelled. “Nine in the past -- my trip makes ten! When will you people learn? Do you want to be destroyed? Is that it? Do you want to destroy everything?”
The other humans stared blankly at Anteros, jaws slightly open. Astrotrain couldn’t blame them.
“Dudley.” It was the last word the human spoke. Anteros turned, shooting him in the chest.
“OUT!” Anteros yelled. “I am taking this train! My people will arrive shortly and we will end the threat of your ancient, juvenile minds once and for all! If you want the solaranite so badly, we’ll give it to you!”
Anteros fired wildly as he herded the rest of the humans out of Astrotrain’s cab, before stepping up to the controls.
“Now the crazy alien wants to drive me!” Astrotrain snarled.
“Let him! At least for now!”
“Have you lost your mind?”
“No! A-Train, buddy, trust me!” Astrotrain winced as the excitement in Octane’s voice made his audials buzz. “There’s a tunnel about fifteen miles from here. Once you’re through that, you’re gonna have open skies. Get me?”
Astrotrain started to snap back, but caught himself. To his surprise and -- he was sure -- to Octane’s relief, he chuckled. “I get you. Get outta here and be waiting for me; once we’re done with psycho-squishy we’ll be heading back to Megatron with his new toy.”
Despina checked the controls again. Something must have gone wrong, because Anteros was running late. She reached over for the radio controls, her hand hesitating. She should call him, but if nothing was wrong he would be upset with her. And if something was wrong, his stupid male pride wouldn’t allow him to ask for her help. He would only fuss at her, declaring that her job was only to propagate the race while it was his job to be the soldier. The stars knew he’d said it often enough on the trip to Earth.
She snorted. Anteros the Brave might be a soldier, but he was also a complete idiot behind the controls of a saucer. If things had been left up to him, they’d still be trying to navigate their way around the gas giant that was fifth out from this planet’s sun.
“Despina! Answer me!” Anteros’s voice blared from the speaker, making jump and wince. Thankfully he wasn’t there to see it.
“I’m here,” she said. “Where are you?”
“Just about to emerge from the tunnel as planned,” Anteros snapped. “Prepare to land and meet me. Once we’ve got the Solaranite loaded, we’ll leave this miserable rock behind!”
“Yes, Anteros,” Despina said. “I’m on my way.”
“Hurry, I’m almost out of the tunnel now.” There was a rumble and Anteros screamed, mixing anger and fear as only he could.
“Anteros? Anteros, what’s wrong?” Despina toggled the radio, trying to get a response. There was nothing except the sound of a mechanical grinding and what almost sounded like a chuckle. “Anteros!”
Hands working quickly, Despina pulled up the viewscreen focusing in on the railway tunnel below. Something emerged, moving at high speed and leaving the tracks, heading up into the sky and toward her.
“What the slag is that?” Octane radioed. “That is not their spaceship. Tell me that is not their spaceship! It looks like Cosmos’s fat, ugly sister!”
“It’s not a spaceship,” Astrotrain said as he executed a barrel roll while opening his cargo bay doors. There was a faint scream as Anteros fell out. “It’s a target. Bringing cannons online.”
There was a flash and then the saucer was gone, leaving only debris to rain down like a summer storm on the ground below.
“Tell me you still have the package!” Octane said, flying alongside Astrotrain. “Tell me it didn’t fall out when you dumped Screechy.”
“Don’t worry, it’s still bolted inside me,” Astrotrain said. “And rest assured we’ll be having a talk about that later, Octane.”
Astrotrain and Blitzwing walked into the repair bay together, moving toward a berth in the far corner of the room. Pulling back the curtain, Astrotrain restrained himself to a dignified smirk while Blitzwing could barely contain his amusement.
“How’re you feeling, Octane?” Astrotrain asked, crossing his arms as he looked down at the battered mech laying on the repair lift. “Does it hurt bad? No, no, don’t try answering, doesn’t look like they’ve hooked your vocalizer back up yet.”
“Aww, ain’t that a shame?” Blitzwing said, his snickering ruining any attempt at even mock sympathy. “No fancy talking for the Occy.”
“Did you really think Megatron would let you sneak off with his new toys?” Astrotrain asked. “More importantly, did you really think we would let you sneak off with Megatron’s new toys after what you put us through to get them for him in the first place?”
Blitzwing grunted. "Yeah, you think I like going up against human tank-killers just so you can try and steal an armor formula that you aren't even gonna share?"
Octane's mouth worked as he tried to speak but no sound -- other than faint gaspy squeaks -- came out.
Astrotrain sat on the edge of the lift. "We got a deal for you, Octane," he said. "Once they repair you, you get your happy aft off this planet and back to Cybertron and don't let us see you for a good, long time, got that?"
Octane nodded, eager to agree.
Blitzwing looked over to Astrotrain. "That's it? We're not gonna hurt him some more?"
Astrotrain shook his head. "Nahhh, not this time. C'mon, Megatron's going to try out his ultimate weapon and we need to be there for when the Autobots show up to take it away from him."
