THE TRANSFORMERS: GENERATION ONE UNIVERSE

THE STORY CONTINUES....
CHAPTERS 19 & 20
CHAPTERS 21 & 22

THE PROJECT N CRISIS

By JEFF WALKER - (aka- JETPLAGUE)

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CHAPTER 5 - PRIME DIRECTIVE
A few hours later, Optimus Prime, Spike and a few other Autobot members stand around the large monitor inside the central control room as they listen to the report of a familiar female human friend.

“So what’s the verdict Carly?” Prime says as he folds his arms. “Will your world governments support our strike against Archeville and his secret base?”

The huge face of the beautiful blonde woman stares back at them all and gives a sigh of regret.

“They have no answer Prime.  None are willing to make a move without some sort of official army presence there.  The only problem is…which of their armies to send in.  The United States is firm on handling this as an ‘internal problem’…but other countries feel they need to send in their own just to make sure.  It’s a mess here in the U.N. Optimus, I’m trying my best to settle this all.”

Prime unfolds his arms and gives her a nod of reassurance. “You’re the best one we could send as our diplomat Carly.  I know this isn’t what you had in mind when you agreed to join the Autobots as a liaison…but I feel you are the most qualified to do this task on our behalf.”

“Hang in there, Carly.” Spike says with a smile. “I believe in you…”

Carly smiles as she sees Spike again, “Thank you Spike.  It’s good to see you’re doing well after all this time. Hopefully when all this is settled you and I can have that date we’ve been putting off.  Don’t think I haven’t forgotten about that, Mr. Witwicky.”

Spike nearly blushes after hearing her admit that for all the others to hear.  Bumblebee happened to be standing next to him as she uttered that and started to mimic a ‘kissy face’ at the embarrassed young man.  Spike cleared his throat as he tried to change the subject.

“So…ah…Do we get permission to storm the place or not Carly?”

The woman sighed and shook her head. “No.  The answer is no.  Even though I brought Mirage with me to explain why the Autobots had to do this so soon…it just didn’t do the trick.  Sorry Prime.”

“I see.” The large leader breathed out as he lowered his eyes. “So they’re reluctant to do anything and let this madman get away unpunished.”

“I wish things had gone as you’d hope Optimus.  I really do.  You know…after listening to all these politicians and nation leaders…it makes me wish that you were the one in charge of the planet.” Carly said to him with of pride. “I trust your leadership more then any here I’ve met so far.”

Prime walked over to the screen and looked up at the large face of Carly staring back.

“Kind of you to say Carly.  But this is your planet and not mine.  Your governments are going to have to come together soon or there will be no peace found. Trust me…the last thing you want to see is a dead planet hanging in space with only hate standing between you and all that you value most in life.”

Carly sighed again and fluttered her eyes at the leader. “Still…it would have been nice to have a leader like you.  Too bad you’re not human.  Anyways, I should be getting back to the meeting.  Mirage has been showing off his disappearing trick to the council and I think all the attention is getting to his ego.”

Cliffjumper standing in the small crowd behind Prime snickered at the thought. “What a show off.  I think that blast from Megatron sent a power surge to that thick head of his.”

Carly laughed at the comment and gave a last smile to them all. “Probably Cliffjumper…probably.  Anyways, take care for now guys.  Sorry to give the bad news, but whatever you decide you get my full support.  Bye Spike!  Carly out.”

As the image of her cut out and the monitor switched off, Optimus Prime stood there in silence as he stroked his manifold deep in thought.  Bumblebee once again mocked Spike as he lowered himself down to the human’s head level and teased him of Carly’s last words.

“Bye Spike! Kiss Kiss! Awwww…are we someone’s special man?”

“Knock it off bolt brain!” Spike grumbled at him and shoved his face away. “We’re…just good friends for now.  You know…friends.”

Jazz came up behind him and joined in on the playful mocking.

“Oooh…friends.  Friends that like to go out and eat dates…hmmm?”

Spike turned around and corrected his misinterpretation of what she meant.

“Not dates that you eat.  A date…a…time for two people to go out and have fun.  With dinner…and…and a movie…maybe.”

Bumblebee giggled again, “And maybe more…right? Hm? Huh? Ooooh yeah, Spike and Carly gonna get it on!”

“Oh shut up B-man…” Spike bemoans in irritation. “What do you guys know about courtship anyways?  You’re robots…it’s not like you could love someone.”

“That’s where you’re wrong Spike.” Prime suddenly speaks as he hears the conversation.

Walking over to him and looking down at the small human, Optimus lowers his eyes at him and gives a serious gaze.

“Love is at the very core of our being.  We Cybertronians are not beyond such emotions you know…many of us, at one time or another, had special relationships with our female counterparts.  Many died before we could even get the chance to bond with them one last time.”

Spike could see that the leader was thinking of that very someone he was talking about and quickly softened his tone as he realised it hurt the leader to hear his harsh comment.

“Sorry Prime.  I…I didn’t know there was any female transforming robots.  I didn’t even know you guys could…you know…have those types of relationships.”

Blaster standing at the back of the room soon raised his voice so that Spike and the others could hear what he had to say.

“We’re more complicated then you think Spike my man.  You see…we aren’t what you might call a ‘sterile’ race of beings.  Heck, if we were just as bland as the ‘cons…man our planet would have died out a long before we even stepped off the assembly line!”

Spike gave some thought to Blaster’s comments and looked back up at Optimus still looking down at him.

“Hmm. I guess love really does conquer all…even in emotional robotic beings such as yourselves.  It must be the one truth that binds the universe as a whole.”

“Love is a word Spike.” Prime now says with wisdom. “It’s the emotion or feeling if you will that gives us the strength and the reason for existing at all. Our spark began with that feeling…it’s what fuels us all to aspire to something more then what we are.”

Spike smirks and gives a simple phrase.  “Love is all you need.”

The leader raises his head and looks at all of the Autobots standing around him.

“Well…enough of this deep discussion. The time to act is now.”

Huffer and Hound look at one another with a curious look.

“Act?  Uh…Prime…didn’t you hear Carly?” Huffer points out.

“Yeah. You heard what she said, the humans won’t allow us to storm the base.” Hound adds.

Prime breathes in and flashes his eyes. “The humans might have said no…and by all rights we shouldn’t interfere.  But we don’t have the luxury to sit around for days, months or even years to wait for their collective agreement to proceed.  Cybertron needs us home…I will not and cannot allow this corrupt human to keep us pegged down on this planet for his own amusement.”

Hound shakes his head in disagreement, “I dunno bout this Optimus.  If we go charging in there…well…well we might just lose the trust the humans have given us so freely.  There must be another way.”

“We’ve got to my friend.” Prime says to him. “I know it goes against what I’ve preached to you all while we are here…but I’m tired of being bullied around by people with agendas.  Megatron, Archeville…who or what will be next?  No. This has got to stop…”

“Hound has a point, Prime.” Spike speaks up. “If you do this…some of my people might pull out of the treaty you signed with them.  They may see this unauthorized attack as a prelude to war…maybe even think of you as no better then the Decepticons.”

Blaster snickers at the limited choices they have. “Man…do nothing and we’re as good as permanent residence on this rock.  Do something and we risk alienating an entire planet that welcomed us with open arms.  Looks like I awoke in the wrong place and in the wrong time.”

Prime turned away from them and looked at his fist in frustration. “So…this is what the vision was talking to me about.  I would have to choose between worlds.  So little options…if only there was one clear answer before me.”

Cliffjumper’s eye rose as he heard the leader mumble, “Uh…what the heck are you talking about?  What vision?”

Prime snapped out of his train of thought and spun around to explain.

“When I was damaged after Sherman Dam…I had…a…a vision.  As if the Matrix was telling me of something…some unforeseen danger.”

“Like what?” Huffer demanded to know.

Optimus looked at him and shook his head. “I…I don’t know.  Whatever the vision was about…it was clear that I had both worlds to worry about now.  Almost like our destinies where connected and that the fate of both worlds now lies with us…or with me.  I just don’t know how to interpret it.”

Spike rubs his chin as he listens and gives his thought.

“Maybe this is about Project N?  Maybe whatever secrets Archeville is hiding will end up harming this world and yours in some manner?  If that’s the case…then perhaps you’re right to charge in there and stop him before it gets out of hand.”

Prime gives a delighted look at Spike as he shares in the concern.  “Exactly.  We saw the types of weapons that man built, Primus only knows what’s in store for us all next.  I think he’s held on to those secrets long enough…time to show the world what he’s been up too and put that project out of commission for good.”

“All right!” Blaster screams. “I’ve been itching to do some major ass kickin’...let’s saddle up the posse and slam on the tunes for battle! Yeow!”

Huffer shakes his head at Blaster as he turns on his radio receiver and begins dancing to the Earth style hip-hop music.

“I think the first thing we should do is bury his sorry butt back in that chunk of rock we sprang him from.”

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Meanwhile, deep within the ocean inside the Decepticon’s ship, Megatron walks through one of the many corridors and soon has Starscream joining him from behind.

“I want to talk to you Megatron!” Starscream shouts in his irritating whiney voice.

Megatron sighs at the sound of the air commander and never stops in his walking pace.

“What is it now? Not enough light in your lab? No comfortable seating for that pompous posterior of yours?”

“Archeville.” Starscream utters as he finally catches up with him. “I don’t trust that human.”

“Is that all you’re concerned with?  BAH! Don’t waste my time with such insignificant matters!”

Starscream quickly steps in front of the Decepticon leader and manages to stop him in his tracks.  The grey jet transformer lowers his red glowing eyes at Megatron and holds his hand against the leader’s silvery chest.

“We should kill this human, why are you keeping him alive?  Why not just use Soundwave to draw out the memories from this creature and toss him out of an airlock?”

Megatron looks down at the commander’s hand in anger and looks back up at him as if to stay ‘get that hand off of me’.  Starscream could read that thought in his eyes and quickly drew his hand away with a smirk.

“There is much that Soundwave couldn’t get out of this tiny human’s brain.” Megatron growls at him. “I intend to use this creature as a means of locating this Project N he seems so hell-bent on protecting.  If we drain his memories too fast, he may keel over before he gives us the location or give us other useless memories that serve no purpose to our goals.”

Starscream scowled at his answer. “You’re keeping this fleshling?!  I thought you’d rather stamp out inferior life forms rather then taking advice from them! You’ve changed Megatron…you’ve become soft some how, a sign of weakness in leadership.”

“Careful Starscream!” The leader snaps at the brash officer. “Be very careful of what you say next! If I were you…I’d not dwell on the matter any further! I don’t need to explain my every thought to the likes of you or anyone else on this ship for that matter. Just do as you are told and obey my orders without question!”

Leaning in to his face and staring him down, the silver polished leader pointed at Starscream’s chest this time and tapped him forcefully.

“Never forget that I am the leader, Starscream.  I am!  Not you.  So continue to challenge my authority and I will have you tossed out the air lock and make that human your replacement.”

The air commander trembled at the raised voice of his superior and gave a nervous laugh that trailed off as he tried to back away from him.

“I…I didn’t mean it like that Mighty Megatron.  I…I just don’t trust the human is all I’m saying.  That’s all.”

Megatron eases down from his anger and folds his arms as he stares at the cowering Decepticon.

“I don’t trust this human either.  I don’t trust any of these weak flesh creatures…but for now, I shall give him the luxury of thinking he is worth something to me.  I want to discover what this Project N is and anything else Archeville is hiding from us.  The technology is not of their own design and I want to know why and how they got their scheming little hands on it.  Once we have the secrets of this project…the Doctor will more then likely out live his usefulness to me.  Then Starscream…then you may do with him what you will.  Is that satisfactory?”

Bowing to the leader and giving a delighted chuckle, Starscream agrees with his plans.

“Very much Megatron.  That’s all I needed to hear.”

Unimpressed with the jet commander, Megatron pushes him out of his path and continues to walk down the corridor to a door sliding open as he approaches.  Turning back to look at Starscream one last time, the Decepticon commander tapped his fingers on the side of the archway and scowled.

“One more thing Starscream.  Have the Constructicons report to me in one hour…I have a few tasks for them to perform.  Now go and keep an eye on our…guest.  See to it that he gets new clothes to wear…these humans seem to have humility when it comes to their naked forms.  Now go do it…and never bother me with this trivial concern again!”

Megatron steps through the door and shuts back loudly.  Starscream lowers his eyes and clutches his fist in anger.

“Just you wait and see Megatron.  I’ll be leader in no time at all…and then we’ll see who gets thrown out of an air lock on that day!”

Starscream slowly starts to giggle and then continues to burst into laughing as he thinks of that fateful day of when he will rise to command the Decepticons and becoming the ruler of Cybertron.

• CHAPTER 6 - OBSERVATIONS AND ATTITUDES •
“What do you mean I’m staying behind!!”

Cliffjumper was enraged at the Autobot leader telling him that.  The two stood outside the entrance of the Ark and continued to argue about Prime’s decision.

“I think it’s best that we have at least some of our warriors protecting the ship!” Optimus Prime replied. “Besides, your little stunt earlier was reason enough to hold you back.  You’re out of control, Cliffjumper…you need to contain that trigger happy attitude of yours before someone gets hurt or even worst…killed!”

As Spike walks out to where they are, he watches Cliffjumper fold his arms together in anger and turning around to look away from the massive leader.

“I’m going with you and that’s all there is to say about that!”

“I beg your pardon, Soldier?  Stand at attention and face me when I’m talking to you!” The infuriated leader said as he raised his voice.

Cliffjumper slowly spun around and mockingly saluted Prime as he straightened himself.  Spike shook his head as he watched the mini robot; he knew that was only adding to the fire to Optimus’s rage right now.

“Cliffjumper…I’ve just about had enough of you and these foolish antics.” Optimus growled. “Consider yourself off duty…permanently!  From here on out…you shall no longer be allowed to leave this base, to use a weapon of any kind while on this planet, and the moment we return home to Cybertron…you shall be stripped of your rank and put on file clerk duty in the Autobot data file archives!”

The small red bodied and chrome-faced robot looked up with his wide blue eyes in astonishment.  The open mouth he gave was that of disbelief, to be out of battle commission was unheard and to be placed as a simple file clerk was even worst.

“YOU CAN’T DO THAT!!” He hollered.

“It’s done.” Prime stated. “Defying orders and going AWOL from missions is a direct result of my decision.  Leaving to battle Decepticons at the Burma Mine and nearly getting Spike’s father killed in the process is no way for any Autobot to act.  Now you once again question my orders and give me no choice but to finally put an end to your chaotic behavior.”

Spike says nothing as the two become aware of his presence and simply gives a glance at Cliffjumper who still can’t believe he’s been punished.

“Now then…” Prime adds. “Will you do as your instructed?  Or will I have to have Prowl place you into confinement in a security room?”

The small transformer lowers his head in shame.

“That won’t be necessary…I’ll…I’ll do as you say.”

Optimus’s anger subsides and his eyes soon give way to a more sympathetic nature.

“I really didn’t want it to be this way Cliffjumper.  But I just can’t let you go on in this destructive manner anymore, it’s time you grew out of that mentality of yours.  You need to start thinking about others and less about yourself.  Dismissed.”

The sad mini Autobot turned back into the ship and slowly walked back inside.  His head still hung low in shame as the disgrace of it all broke his heart.  Spike watched the sorrowful robot slink away inside and looked back at the leader.

“Are you really going to make him a file clerk back home? I mean…I know he’s a bit wild at times, but will kicking him out of the ranks really help?”

“Spike…” Prime sighed. “It’s hard enough trying to keep the others in line and making sure that no one does anything to place lives in danger.  Cliffjumper simply has to learn to control himself or else someone will pay for his mistakes.  As for him becoming a file clerk…well…we’ll see.  The war back home might still be raging on and I’ll probably need all the warriors I have with me.”

Spike smirked as he saw the gruff leader melt back into his old relaxed self.  Together they shared a cheerful gaze and nodded to each other as to show an understanding. Turning to walk back into the Autobot ship, Spike soon caught a glimpse of Trailbreaker riding up the road and heading straight for them. The Autobot began to slow down as he came close and stopped right beside the human friend.

“Hey there, Spike!” Trailbreaker says to him in truck form. “I was on my way through the city and I just happened to pick up a familiar hitchhiker…seems the doctors kicked him out!”

His side door opens and out steps his father, Sparkplug.  The man seems healed from his wounds after the Burma Mine incident and shows his son a great big smile as he closes the door after getting out.

“Hi Son!”

“Dad!”

The young man runs over to him and gives him a huge hug.  Naturally the father grunts a bit from his still slightly busied body, but gives his child an equally welcome hug in return.  The two pat each other on the back and separate to talk to one another.

“Last time I saw you, the nurses were running out of the room.” Spike laughs.

“Yeah, well…I was getting tired of all the attention and being poked with every needle they could stick into me.  I was glad to get out of the hospital and doing rehab…”

“Sorry I missed visiting you for a month Dad, but things got kinda wild with all the media and changes in our world government. Carly and I became swamped in all the controversy.”

The father smiled at him and rubbed his hair.

“Think nothing of it son. You had a job to do and I’m proud of ya, besides having less visitors gave me the chance to focus on getting better…and here I am.”

Optimus Prime gazed down at the recovered man and nodded to him with a pleased look.

“Good to have you back with us Mr. Witwicky. I trust Trailbreaker didn’t give you too much of a bumpy ride back to our base?”

Trailbreaker transformed into robot mode and stood behind Sparkplug proudly.  The man chuckled at the leader’s comment and patted Trailbreaker’s chrome and black leg.

“Nah, as far as I’m concerned, that was one of the smoothest rides of my life.  I think you Autobots have shock absorbers that would impress the hell out of any off road drivers.”

“Heh!” Trailbreaker giggles. “I’m built tough, no matter what the condition of the road…I’ll be sure to handle anything.”

Prime and the others share a moment of laughter and soon begin to make their way into the buried ship. Spike walks along side his father and wraps his arm around him as they both stride in at the same pace.

“So what’s been going on while I’ve been on vacation?  Any more excitement?” Sparkplug smirks.

“Ah, you know…” Spike scoffs. “Some new Autobots they found in the ship, Wheeljack being stuck in his new lab…but the one thing that you’ll like to hear…they’re going after Archeville.”

 “Cool.” The father replies. “I’m glad someone is going after that maniac…why if I had the chance, I’d wrap my hands around that man’s throat personally and make him wish he were dead.”

Spike gave a surprised look and felt his father was just being sarcastic. “Yeah sure…and I suppose you’d love to beat him down with a lead pipe while he lay there dead too.  Come on, Dad.”

The father stops and pulls his son’s arm away as he stands in front of him.

“No I’m serious Spike. A man like that doesn’t deserve to live, look what he’s done to this planet…to all of us…there’s an evil brewing in that brain of his that just isn’t worth sparing.  Optimus Prime needs to end this man’s terror hold once and for all…just as he did with Megatron.”

“But murder?” Spike soon adds with a raised voice. “You’ve always taught me that taking a life…any life…was the wrong thing to do.”

Sparkplug sighed. “I know.  Maybe I’m just cranky about this whole thing…but Archeville needs to be punished for what he did.  Cause if he gets away and we never find him? God only knows what’s waiting for us next.”

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Naked and still standing on the very large table with the metal chair he had been sitting in; Archeville tries to walk around in his half-cybernized body.  He’s thankful his legs, torso and left arm were unharmed, but with the heavy metal right arm and skullcap attached, it feels like he’s carrying a slab of rock.  The man suddenly trips and falls hard to the floor, pounding on the metal surface in anger, he soon whimpers and grits his teeth in self-pity.

“No…” He growls to himself wiping away the tears from his face. “I will not do this.  I won’t become weak! I’ve overcome hard times before…this…this is no different.  The world will still be mine!  I must be strong…just a while longer…yes…strong.”

The man rises up again and balances out his top-heavy body, as he regains his composure, Starscream enters the room and throws a load of clothing at him.

“Here!” He shouts the startled naked man. “Choose your outfit out of these and hurry up.  Megatron is preparing to leave to the co-ordinates you gave us.”

Archeville bends down and sifts through the garments, he seems rattled by the lone appearance of Starscream, after being through such an ordeal with the commander it chills him to even be in a room with him.

“Is…is this all?” He says looking up with astonishment.

“It is enough.  More then you deserve at all…human.” Starscream growls as he dims his eyes at the man in distrust.

“Enough? This is just a pair of shoes, jeans, one white collared shirt and…and a lab coat!” The man harps back. “Where in the hell did you get this?”

Starscream leans in close to the man as he trembles at the sight of the massive face of the robot closing in.

“Why…from one of your doomed subs Doctor.  It was the few clothes I could find in such a short time that met with your specific requirements.  Trust me…it would have served no purpose for their dead carcasses to remain wearing those things.”

Archeville was utterly shocked and disgusted by the thought.  An ex-crew member or one of his scientific staff had once worn the clothes that had been given to him.  Slowly he started to put on the various items, it made him nauseous to strap them on and struggled to get the shirt over his right arm.  Starscream stood back and watched the pathetic man layer on his clothing, it amused him that humans have a sense of shame on putting on another dead person’s clothes, where as a robot wouldn’t careless about ripping out an extra cervo-unit from a body of a fellow Cybertronian.

“This arm…” Archeville grunted as he tried to fit the lab coat over his right side. “It is poor in construction.  Why didn’t you give me a more flexible…more human-like structure?”

“I think I did a terrific job with what I was given.” Starscream answers as if insulted. “Who are you to criticize me?”

Archeville finally manages to bring the coat arm through and adjusts his collar in a calm manner.

“I’m a scientist.  One who holds a degree in many fields…and I can tell you, I could have designed an arm better then this one.”

The jet commander sneers at him and turns his back away.

“HA! A scientist…you know nothing compared to what I know.”

Sitting down at the edge of the table, the old man notices the long drop down to where he’d have to be able to reach the floor.  Rather then take the chance, he remains sitting there and asks the most obvious question plaguing his mind.

“How did you Decepticons survive the impact?  I’m curious…the rate of speed alone should have shatter the ship to pieces and depth should have crushed your bodies.”

Turning back around, Starscream seemed all to pleased to answer the man back.

“What did I tell you?  You humans know nothing.  Our technology is far too advanced to be destroyed by something like water, we’ve traveled though the depths of space…something far more deadlier then mere liquid.  If we had impacted into a mountainside of rock, then yes…we might have been worst off just as we were before in the Autobot’s ship.  But the deep oceans of this planet simply softened our crash and eased us to the very bottom of this crevasse.”

Listening intently to the explanation, Archeville used his analytical mind and worked out how it was possible.

“Ah…yes.  You are a race of beings that live and breath in vacuous environments…so this would be nothing to your advanced cybernetic systems. Interesting. But surely the rest of the crew would have been destroyed from all the explosions and flying debris as it came down.  I recall watching Optimus Prime flying out just as the cargo bay of Energon exploded...did that not destroy some of your men?”

Starscream stepped closer to the man sitting there and continued to answer his questions.

“I ejected that cargo just outside our hull.  The explosion did some damage…but not enough to destroy us.  Megatron is a capable engineer, if there was wounded he would know how to repair their circuitry and get them functioning again.  The Constructicons were the main priority…once they were repaired, they in turn would work on the rest of us.  Unfortunately, Reflector was the only one who suffered any loss…reduced to only one of him now…he is less then himself anymore.”

"So it was Megatron who managed to re-activate you all.  Hmmm...it seems that he is the most resistant to being damaged...I wonder if he is the most powerful Decepticon of them all." Archeville says stroking his chin in thought. "Yes...powerful, intelligent and impervious to any impact.  Are all Decepticons as well constructed as he?  Or is he merely the only one who has such a super structure?"

The commander lowers himself down to the human’s eye level and squints at him with a curious gaze.

“You seem awfully interested by all of this human.  If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you were trying to look for any sort of weakness I might admit to you.  Am I wrong?”

Archeville nervously grins.

“I…I don’t know what you mean?  I’m just asking how you survived is all!”

Starscream stands up again and looks down at him.

“Riiight.  You’re just so concerned for our well being, I don’t trust you human.  You can guarantee that I’ll be keeping a sharp eye on you, so try any tricks while I’m around…and I’ll be there to make you pay for them.”

“Not before Megatron does Starscream.” The old man smirks back. “Remember…he gives the orders around here.”

The robot squints at him again, he’s no fool to what the man is trying to do.  He can see the doctor is trying to bait him by using Megatron’s leadership against his desire to lead.  As of how or where he came to know of this inner struggle remains a mystery to him, but one thing is for certain, he will not be made the pawn of some weak flesh being’s game.  With one swift stroke, he reaches down and scoops the man into his hand.  The sudden gab makes Archeville gasp in fear, as he almost believes Starscream was going to crush him to death in anger.

“Come Doctor…” The air commander snickers. “It’s time to show us this precious project of yours…I hope it is more forthcoming then your witty observations.”