Sky blue metal glinted in the morning sunlight as Trixter, in car mode, raced down the dusty desert road from Autobot City to a nearby construction site. As the gleaming, rough-made metal towers of the new structue came into view, she transformed to robot mode and ran the rest of the way. At the base of the construct she fired up her rocket boosters and shot to the top, hovering a moment as she looked for the Autobot in charge of the project amongst the others covering it like ants. She had been fortunate enough to be spared the construction work that almost everyone there had been subject to by virtue of her speed and small size, which made her a better messenger than heavy laborer. "Hey, Grapple!" she called over the din of construction equipment as she saw him standing by the computer console that would serve as the controls. She set down on the scaffolding and walked over to him. "I've got the last set of plans from Perceptor an' Wheeljack," she said, handing him a small disk. "He says this machine needs to be finished in a few hours or Unicron will be too close to the planet for it to work."
"A few hours!?" Grapple exclaimed as he put the disk in the console and called up the plans. "He wants me to hurry!? This machine will be a masterpiece, not only the defeator of the Chaos-Bringer, but a monument to that defeat! You can't rush something like this!"
"I'll be sure to tell him you said that," Trixter smiled. "See ya later!" The young Autobot walked gracefully to the edge of the scaffolding, lowered herself to the ground, and drove back to the base, raising a cloud of dust behind her.
As she reached the entrance to Autobot City, Trixter transformed and skidded to a stop on her feet. As she punched in the code to open the massive double-doors on the access panel, she noticed that the weather had quickly changed from sunny to ominously cloudy. As Unicron had gotten closer in the past two days since he had come through the temporal anomaly, the Earth's weather had started getting stranger and stranger. She wouldn't have been at all surprised if they were about to have a rainstorm right there in the middle of the desert. She entered the base and strode down the short hall to the Repair Bay, where her friend Upstart was getting his injured shoulder worked on. He had been shot during a scuffle before they had gotten to Earth, and the wound had started bothering him again. As she approached the room she heard several loud "Ow!"s from the doorway. She laughed as she opened the door to find him sitting on a worktable with First Aid welding on his shoulder.
"Would you please stop squirming?" First Aid asked Upstart patiently. "I'm sure you were told by the medic on Cybertron to keep your shoulder dry for the next few weeks so the laser wound would heal. The humidity on this planet isn't good for it to begin with, and going flying through the clouds yesterday didn't exactly help."
Upstart saw Trixter come in. "Fuss at Trixter, it was her idea!"
"Hey!" she excalimed, smiling. She leaned against the wall. "You shoulda thought of that before you went."
Suddenly the doors slid open and Nightbeat stuck his head in. "Trixter, I need to see you for a minute."
"Hey, Nightbeat," Upstart said, "why can't we just whip out the Matrix on Unicron and be done with it? It worked last time, right?"
"This time isn't as simple as last time, Upstart," he expalined. "As far as we know, the Unicron we fought last time was destroyed. Apparently a Unicron from another time or even dimension needs something from the Earth in this time. So by redirecting the energy from the anomaly via this machine everyone's working on now, we don't risk slagging up the entire space-time continuum, and hopefully we keep him from getting whatever he's after." He turned to Trixter. "And speaking of the machine, that's part of why I wanted to talk with you. We need to use your ship."
"My ship!?" she exclaimed. "What do you need my Starcruiser for?"
"We need to set up a transmitter for the machine close to the anomaly, and your ship's the only one here that's really ready to fly. All the rest would need some maintance first."
She considered it for a moment. "Since you put it that way, I guess I don't have much choice. But there's one condition. You have to let me fly it."
"I think we can handle that. It is your ship, after all. I'll tell Perceptor and Wheeljack to go ahead and install the transmitter dish. Be ready to take off in an hour, and bring only a minimal crew."
As Nightbeat left, Trixter turned to Upstart. "Ohhhh, no! I'm not getting near that thing!" he said before she even asked.
"That's okay, I know who'll go with me."
A few minutes later, Trixter walked into the City's cavernous control room. The lights were turned down and Jazz, the sole occupant of the room, was sitting in front of the main viewscreen. The screen was divided into nine frames, each one showing satellite feed of human television programs, most of them news. The computer switched the audio feed from station to station every few seconds, giving an overall impression of a freightened, panicked populace. Trixter came up behind Jazz's chair and put her arms around him. "We're gonna save them, you know," she whispered reassuringly.
"I hope so," he said quietly. "It's just the thought of this place getting eaten by that thing..."
"I know. This planet's the first place that's really felt like a home to me. But don't dwell on it, we're not going to let Unicron have it." She smiled. "Fitting, isn't it, that two who care so much about saving this planet are going to play such a large part in saving it?"
Jazz turned around. "What do you mean?"
"Come out to the shuttle bay with me and you'll see."
As Wheeljack and Perceptor put the finishing touches on the pair of satellite-dish-shaped energy transmitters now mounted on the roof of the Starcruiser, Trixter and Jazz walked into the shuttle bay. "I hope those are gonna come off," Trixter shouted good-naturedly to the technicians as Jazz gaped at the contraption now bolted to the top of the shuttle. "And you better not have scratched the paint!" she added, smiling but very serious.
"So what's this doohicky do, get us free HBO or something?" Jazz asked.
"This 'doohicky', as you so eloquently put it, is going to redirect the energy from the anomaly to the tower the others are currently building," Perceptor answered. "The tower will then redirect the energy to a place between the Earth and Unicron and he will be sent back through it."
"At least, that's what we hope will happen," Wheeljack added.
"So the two of us are going out to that anomaly thing in your ship?" Jazz asked. Trixter nodded. "Well, then, let's get this show on the road!"
They walked up to the door of the ship and Trixter pushed the button beside the door. It slid quietly open and closed automatically behind them. As they took their seats, Trixter got on the radio to Wheeljack. "You already set the coordinates into the navigation computer, right?" she asked as she told the computer to run all the ship's controls through the pilot's console.
"Of course. And once you get in the right area, you can't miss it." Wheeljack tells them. "Good luck, you two!"
"Thanks," Jazz replied, "We may need all the luck we can get!"
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