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Stinger."
The smooth red bot looked up in question, "What do you want now Trax?"
The other red bot got up from his sitting position in a pile of crates.
"I'm boooreed."
Stinger sighed, "What do you want me to do about it."
The bot looked at him incredulously, "Let's get out of of this construction site, take a drive, do something."
Silence.
"No... ask Barricade."
And that's what he intended to do... at least until the Con pulled out a gun. Trax backed up.
Slowly.
Then he moved to the triplets, Junkheap, who also said no. Seeing that everyone was content in staying in this dump, he went out alone.
Once out of earshot, the KSI Boss (whos name somehow changed to Dirt Boss) walked up to Stinger.
"Did you tell him?"
"Tell him what?"
Dirt Boss looked at the tracks, "That Megatron told us not to leave this pit."
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Trax was on an open road, the scenery a nice change, until it turned into mountainous hills. He continued the path and saw it. Footprints. Not tiny ones, giant ones. Multiple giant footprints. Trax slammed the brakes and transformed. He climbed the slope and saw the creatures heading somewhere.
"Holy sh-"
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The sound of a jet was replaced by the sound of changing parts followed by a thud. The Decepticon leader rose and surveyed the area. Barricade came to greet him.
"Lord Megatron."
"Barricade."
The Warlord noticed something out of place: "Where is Trax?"
Coincidently, the red vehicle of the same name arrived and transformed.
"There you are, want to tell the class why you disobeyed my order."
"Actually," the Con scratched his helm, "yes."