The Autobots were plotting against the man who held them as slaves, they liked the destruction being created by them but, they just wanted to squash the human until he was dead. Done and over, as in pronto.  It has been a year by no surprise since they had been captured as fools.  It wasn’t a joke to them.

       “How can we over throw this ruthless, wimpy human?” Bumblebee asks, they were all around a big table at their base.

  Optimus’s optics looks down; they were searching for something he knew that could work defeating the man and getting rid of the collars. “He may be smart.” Optimus starts, lifting his head upwards after a few minutes of thinking. “But we are smarter.”

            Ratchet laughs.

            “Have you seen those automatons?” Ratchet asks his left servo in a fist. “They make us look like a joke!”

            “We are not pedestals like them!” Bulkhead joins in. “We can simply destroy the Terrordome.”

            All the Autobots glared at him.

            “He will not allow us to destroy it.”  Prowl crossed his arms. “If we did try, we’ll wind up getting guard duty or be sent out to terrorize the civilians.”

            Prowl has a valid point.

            “Or we could reprogram those machines.” Bumblebee interjects, holding his index digit up.

            The other Autobots shook their head.

            “That will not work.” Ratchet says, followed by a frown. “They have the over-ride programming installed by Sumdac. Our technology cannot conflict with our own on smaller machines without personalities.” He grumbled at his own point out. “They are untest-able.”

            Optimus sighs.

            “Sari, do you have a plan?”

            The other Autobots completely forgot about her, their heads turned her direction.  They had to bury the hatch that made their friendship with the girl a struggle a struggle at best, they were not fond of forgiving since Autobots do not forgive others…Most of the time. Sari walks in with a snicker on her face.

            “A few  years ago, a girl came into the terrordome for my seventh birthday with a present. She has a very long name, however, she goes by Auto. She prefers it over her first name Ivy.” Sari explains to them. “She made Sparkplug and had…some form interaction with Prime’s head.”

            Optimus rubbed his helmet.

            “I do not remember that.” He remarks. As the other Autobots look at him.

            Sari rolled her eyes.

            “Of course you don’t.” She continues. “Auto’s a Techno-Organic.One that my dad does not know about, among others.”

            Prowl stood up.

            “Others?” The Motorcyclist repeated. “There’s more? As much as I hate Organics, why does this have to happen!” He shook his fist in the air showing frustration towards Organics and nature, again.

            Bulkhead and Bumblebee got a kick out of his reaction.

            “Continue.” Ratchet  beckons, ignoring Prowl’s hysteria.

            Sari’s infamous smile spreads on her face.

            “She’s a Psychic.”

            Optimus saw some useful information about that. “As in…see in the future?” He sumerizes, raising one of his optic ridges. He leaned back on his chair slightly shocked by the mere mention of it.

            Sari nods.

            “She can foresee anything, she can probably help us with those collars and rule Detroit…until you are able to leave.” She has other plans on her mind. Other plns to do on her father.

            “After we get what we want. We must kill Sumdac.” Prowl interjects. “No…Number one mission is to find those Allspark shards that got lost in our fight against  those....”

            “Heroes.” The Autobots nodded at once, leaving Sari confused.     

            Optimus looks down to Sari.

            “I assume the internet’s a safe place to find a number.”

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            Later…

    Sari  stood in the terrordome beside a window for a better connection being safe and fast. Her eyes watched Auto’s number slip into view along with numbers for other people. The other boy, who she also called sometime ago, sounded he could become a great use in toying with this little plan Sari had. A relative to Auto, close relative that is. This plan…Is a plan her father wouldn’t have considered.

            She pressed the call button and put the phone to her ear.

 “Yello!” Sari heard from the phone. “This is I-Auto speaking!”

       “Hey Auutttto!” Sari  greeed in the phone, doing her best to sound  not as evil as she was.

  She didn’t get a response but heard a phone nearly slip out of a person’s hand and get caught before it had fallen completely down on the ground. Sari’s eye twinkled, mesmerizing how carefully she thought out her plan. Better than her father could have done it. This plot against him will succeed, even if Auto says no.

         “Oh hello!”  Auto greeted, her voice sounded excited, followed by a fangirl squeal.  “Hey Sari! How’s it been?”

     Sari looks out the window.    “Fine.” She retracts her red buzzing hand. “I recently got this upgrade…and I’m having a little trouble with it. I heard you are half Techno-Organic. Can you come to Detroit? It will mean a lot to me.”

      There’s a brief pause.

      “Suuree!”  Auto whistles. “Who told you my phone number?”

       Sari snickered.

       “A little bird.”  Her voice turns sweet, pressing several buttons on her phone simultaneously. She clicked the send button.  “I sent you the coordinates to my place; my new place to your phone.” She corrected herself.

       “I’ll see you right there!” 

      Sari ended the call. Her red eyes danced in success.  Sari laughs knowing what may happen after Auto’s arrival could possibly become a milestone in defeating Sumdac and the girl becoming a tool. No, a weapon against them all. It would require using something on her…after Auto helped break those collars into pieces for the Autobots.

            “My dreams aren’t shattered,’dad’.” Sari muttered to herself, putting he phone away. “Your life will be shattered, as you shattered my own beginning.”       

            The scene ends with a black background. Two symbols are seen. The first one is recognized as the Decepticon symbol likely to be indirectly inferred to purple in another universe. However, it has a red tint to it instead. The Autobot symbol is purple. Not really friendly at best. A red big allspark floats in-between them within the capsule it had been for a while holding it.

            This was the beginning: for many things to come.