My Autobuddies! I'm back! bringing you... the last chapter of the story.

Don't be sad... it'll be a nice long chapter. i promise. yet whether the content itself is promising or not... you'll decided. and i hope you can really post a review about how you think about it. (eg. "I think your story sucked. it makes no sense at all" is acceptable... as long as you don't swear XD)

Let's witness the end...

(WARNING: character death)

"Grace, Grace, can you hear me?"

"Roger that, Colonel," I breathed into my mouthpiece as my anxiety relieved. "When will backup arrive?"

"Won't be long," Lennox promised. "C-17s on their way to ship the cargo away, and from what I know they've just crossed the Atlantic."

"Just crossed the Atlantic?!" I screamed. Tyrell couldn't have looked any more shocked on the other side of the speeding Camero. "Lennox, the con is ere and kicking bots' tailpipes! We need to get this ruddy shit outta this place RIGHT NOW!"

"Tyrell, tell your girlfriend to chill- "

"She's not my girlfriend!" he shrieked. I could imagine the others having their earpieces blown up.

"Look, Grace," Lennox reasoned. "We've split up to buy you as much time to get away as possible. If Prime can't hold Galvatron off - "

"There's still 50% of chance he'll come straight for us," I said, and my fingers tapped on the giant bomb on my lap uncomfortably. "This is just crazy bull - "

"Uh-oh," Bee squeaked through his radio. His mirrors twitched into a weird angle for us to see.

And I didn't want to look into the reflection. Behind us was a silver semi.

"Lennox, I'm afraid I'll have to correct what I've said," I said through gritted teeth. "It's a hundred percent he's coming for us."

Without warning Bee transformed. Tyrell and I were the victims that got thrown out of the car, rolling towards the edge of the cliff. I managed to stop rolling before I tip off the edge, and Tyrell bumped into me.

The seed in my arms almost crushed my ribs with that bumping force. I groaned as I pushed Tyrell away from me when I realized something was wrong.

As the seed rolled away from my grip some kind of light – or rather, like a purple laser pointer shot up into the black starry sky. I'm certain I wasn't trying to call batman for help, and it started beeping at a steady pace.

Even worse, Galvatron stood before Bumblebee, intimidating and life-threatening. "So, bug," he snarled. 'Trying to protect these filthy weaklings? You should really consider handing over my seed for your fragile little friends' sake."

What Bumblebee said left me wondering how his radio voice box worked. It was nothing I expected as an Arnold Schwazenegger's robotic voice clip played: "hasta la vista, baby."

I could've laughed if it was a GIF on tumblr. Sadly, it was real life war.

"Grace! What's happening?" Lennox demanded.

"Combat is happening," I replied when Galvatron charged towards Bumblebee with tightly held metal fists. Bee blocked him with his palms and kept him at bay, both unable to switch positions.

"Hound! I think I might have… triggered the seed," I gasped as I turned my focus back on the bomb, by then lying on the ground with the purple laser pointer beam still shot into the sky. It was still beeping.

"What? Not now, it's not joking time, Jo!" he exclaimed on the other side of the link.

"I'm not kidding!" I yelled frantically.

"The seed's shooting some kind of laser beam into the sky," Tyrell kept his cool and described with quavering voice. "And there's a beeping sound. The pace is steady."

"Well, whatever you've done to it, undo it now! Click the button you've activated just now!"

"What? This is the best advice you have to offer?" I questioned, and I had trouble focusing on what he said as the sound of waves splashing onto the cliff we were on was distracting. "We don't even know – what the hell did you do, Tyrell?"

Tyrell looked both shocked and terrified with a finger jabbed into a little gap between the outer metal surface of the seed. The laser beam went out, and what was replaced was a counter with glowing red Arabic numbers counting down from 60. The beeping turned into a sharp, rapid alarm.

"I don't know! I was just giving my best shot to undo it!" he protested.

55.

"Hound, hurry here! You have to deactivate the bomb!" I cried.

Meanwhile Galvatron seemed to be tired of confronting Bee. He transformed into the tiles again, and shot straight my way. I shrieked and before he could hit me something shot he wave of tiles. He reformed into a robot and slammed onto the ground.

Crosshairs didn't fail as the team's sniper. Prime came running our way and punched Galvatron right in the face.

39.

My heart pounded as fast as the alarm was buzzing as Galvatron kicked Optimus away, snarling while getting onto his feet. Prime pulled out his knight sword and charged at Galvatron..

"Lennox, we've lost. It's gonna blow," I said hopelessly as the seed continued to beep. 25.

"What?!" was his initial reply. 'Shit – goddamn it! I told you don't let him get it, not blow it up!"

I turned to the fight. Galvatron avoided the slash easily. He turned sideways and saw Tyrell and me, kneeling on the ground hopelessly. With the seed.

As my world just went into pure darkness, a light lit it up. He reminded me exactly the thing I needed.

Galvatron couldn't be allowed to lay hands onto the seed. And it's about to explode.

A crazy idea hit me. What if I can ensure his full destruction, once and for all?

I rose to my feet and held the seed up above my head. 10.

"You want this Galvy? Come and get it!" I yelled.

I turned towards the sea and held the seed out in my best javelin arm. Galvatron came running my way with a hand out to grab the seed before it's thrown away while Optimus's sword is stabbed through his back.

"GAHH!" the mighty leader of the Decepticons roared in agony as he slumped forward with Prime's giant blade through his back.

Yet he managed to grab the seed before it was thrown out of my grip. He grabbed hold of the bomb tightly in his hand while tipping forward and pulled the bomb along with me off the cliff, free-falling into the sea.

"JO!" Tyrell's horrified face was the last thing I saw before I splashed into the water back first.

Ouch. That pain hurt so much it almost killed me.

My vision was blurry as I turned around in the water, my lungs barely gasping a beg for oxygen.

The endless depths of the sea was a dark sea green. Then I saw a shiny spark of light, like a star at the bottom.

And a metal claw clamped onto my waist tightly before my sight went black.

I blinked hard, unable to determine where I was with foggy eyes.

The place I was standing looked familiar. I saw a few building structures standing alone in the dark under dim lights, and the others… was much like a barren wasteland. Bricks and rocks. Ashes everywhere.

I once called this place home.

I stumbled forward. No, no, this couldn't be it. Cannon air force base was destroyed. Blown to the grounds.

Something caught my ankle and I tripped over. The pain on my face felt so real that it even confused me further. Was this what was happening even after my death, or just a dream, or if it was real?

I looked back. And what I saw horrified me.

Edward Houck, the base newbie had his face covered in blood and half his face burned awaywas hardly recognizable. I screamed as he tightened his grip on my ankle.

"You could have saved us…" he moaned, and it was barely more than a whisper. The rest of his body was buried under a mountain of debris. I shivered in fear as I attempted to back away. "No, no…"

"You could have saved us… but you left us…"

More sounds emerged from nowhere, and fear was extended to its greatest limits in my head. I quavered and looked around. Faces both recognized and unrecognized came forward, echoing the line, while some whispered, traitor…

It was just like a zombie apocalypse. Thousands and thousands of dead men and women, all once from Cannon Air Force Base came crawling my way, whispering traitor…

I couldn't move. The air felt like it was turned into wax. My body felt weightless, but I couldn't escape, and they kept moving towards me like slow, hungry wolves, preparing for a meal to devour on…

My head ached as if it could explode with overloaded fear any moment as corpses came covering my body, burying me, blinding me…

Before my sight was fully blocked by the zombies, I saw another star before my eyes. A beautiful, bright blue star.

My eyes welled with tears. This might as well be the last beautiful thing I could see before I was swallowed up…

"Jo! Jo!"

A familiar voice called. Uncertainly I opened my eyes slowly, waiting for another zombie apocalypse.

It wasn't.

Tyrell was standing beside wherever I was lying on, his face worn out with puffy and bloodshot eyes and a crazy wide grin. I blinked hard to focus. He looked real. I pinched some… little tube in my hand. It most certainly felt real too.

I wanted to return him a smile but realized I couldn't. An oxygen mask was covered over my mouth. I put my hand over it and removed it from my face, while exhaling with a relieved sensation.

"Goddamn it, Jo, you gave us a heart attack," Tyrell laughed between tears he was trying to hold back while he supported me to sit up on my bed. My back still hurt as if someone has been whipping me with a big piece of cardboard hard.

"Uh… technically we do not get heart attacks, Tyrell," Optimus, standing on the far side of the room said. I was rather surprised to see Prime in the place, also kinda… shocked by what he was saying.

"Primes never get a sense of humour," Crosshairs mumbled, and he turned to me. "Hi, miss architecture enthusiast."

I dropped my jaw at his statement. Then I realized it was what I told him about myself earlier on at the Parthenon.

"Speaking of that, don't tell me you really destroyed the place," I stuttered.

"What? Of all the things that happened, this was the first thing you're concerned about?" Hound exclaimed.

"Well, I guess I went black just now, and my brain's a little fuzzy." I rubbed my forehead. "So if you please, I would be glad if you guys would kindly fill me in with everything I've missed."

They told me everything. The whole story.

Okay, they said they made a few light scratches on the pillars of the ancient Greece temple… I tried to accept that as the truth for the moment. If anything big happened, it would be on the news soon as I gained access to the internet once again.

Then what happened? Well, they told me Galvaton pulled both the seed and me off the cliff into the sea. I knew that part far too well. My back and neck was still aching.

Prime immediately flew down and grabbed me out of the water when the seed exploded under the sea. Galvatron was nowhere to be detected, and the once muddy sea bed was said to be now covered in the metal that made the transformers (scientists named it transformium – duh, it was a dumber name than unobtainiam from Avatar). Their guessing was that Galvatron was destroyed when the seed exploded – and his little tile particles received destruction far beyond repairable and were unable to regain any actual form, both vehicle and robot form. Well, rest in sea, Galvatron.

Also, the first button Tyrell and I hit by accident that sent a laser beam into the sky – Brains figured out what it was. Sorta like a GPS system.

"I guess its initial purpose is to warn misuse of the seed," he said. "Last year in Hong Kong, Joshua Joyce hit the same button as you did. And then it signaled Lockdown's ship to track them! That idiot. I guess it functions differently in ways of signaling, but the purpose is still the same."

Okay, he sucks at storytelling. I guess it's just I haven't heard of the full story.

"But who will it signal to come here?" I asked.

"Why, the creators themselves of course. The seed itself is embedded with its creator – or rather, its rightful owner's information. When the help button is hit it will signal its rightful owner."

And then there came the agreement. If the creators were to come to earth – there's no way the Autobots are leaving. They will stay, and they will help.

Lennox and his distraction team arrived with Hound and a few guys who knew first aid tried to revive me, and the C-17s eventually arrived, and that's where we were by then.

"Sounds like a hell of a story," I said when they finished, and thunder rumbled outside the cabin. If there weren't this many bots around I'd start sing the thunder song.

"Trust me, it was even more horrifying when I saw you jumped," Tyrell elbowed me lightly in the arm.

The seven men team (except from Lennox, who was in another crew room) made some "ohhhhhh" noises and giggled. Marcus even taunted, "Hey Tyrell, shouldn't you say, 'you jump, I jump'?"

Everyone except from the bots, who had confused looks laughed. I couldn't help but joined laughing as well. "Marcus if you won't stop with these jokes, I'll shove a curry chicken flavor MRE down your throat. I mean what I said!"

Another guy said, "What do you have to prove you're just friends? You guys are abnormally close for a boy and a girl!"

"What can I say? We've known each other since middle school," Tyrell raised his hand in gesture of surrender.

"Wow, long-term relationship – it's ten times sweeter!" another guy shouted. The laughter went even wilder.

"Hey, that's enough. He's got a girlfriend!" I yelled.

"What, you?"

I shook my head and rolled my eyes. "I guess you'll have to show them your necklace, Ty."

He rolled his eyes and snorted a laugh. Then he took off his necklace – a bronze circular locket. He opened the locket. Inside was a picture of his girlfriend Annie and himself.

"See? I've told you, we're bros," Tyrell says as he returned back to my side when he had done walking around showing the six nosy guys Annie's picture.

"And your girlfriend's okay with you two getting this close?" another guy asked.

"We're on good terms, and trust me, I will personally bust this guy's ass if he crossed the line," I said and gestured to whip Tyrell's butt. They laughed again, and the one who asked it stuck his tongue out while saying, "Dang – I would do anything to trade for a girlfriend this cool. I can go around the country and make friends with chics!"

"You're impossible, Kyle," they jeered and slapped his back. Well, I'm glad we've finally go through this complicated topic.

I turned to the bots, who were all just sitting around awkwardly and talking among themselves while we were joking around.

But then, I realized a bot was missing.

"Crosshairs?" I asked. He looked up at me. "Where's Drift?"

'Oh," he said, and scratched the side of his head. "he, uh…"

"Drift is in that cabin." Optimus stood up and pointed at the door that lead to another room on this jet. "We have authorization to access that room, if you wish to see him."

"Well, I'm okay with going around, I fainted but now I'm awake again, blah blah blah," I said and jumped off the bed. Tyrell held my arm but I pushed him away and said, "C'mon, it's just a short round trip. How can it hurt?"

He rolled his eyes but let me go. I trotted behind Optimus and followed him along the corridor. "I hope that poor bloke is okay, did you guys re-attached his arm… "

And I lost both my word and my smile when I entered the cabin.

"What happened?" I mumbled gravely, as I looked up. What was lying in the room was Drift's body wrapped in the largest net in the world. His optics weren't lit. His broken arm laid just a few feet away from the joint.

"Galvatron killed him" Optimus said shortly, and he looked down. After scanning a new mode he lost that angry expression in his eye, but the tiredness and sadness remained on his face, as if he'd seen thousands of deaths before his eyes.

I walked around, examining the giant body. He didn't flinch or move, and he didn't suddenly pop up telling me he faked to be a corpse just to mess around like my friends would do. Was it my imagination, or was his body really turned a little greyer? I had no idea. The Autobot's flashy metallic blue paintjob had lost its gloss.

Of all the stories they've fed me with, this was the least likely to believe to be true. Drift. Dead. Those two words seemed unmatch to be linked together.

"Lies," I murmured. "Lies!"

I shouted, and slumped onto the ground like what a five-year-old would do on the street to beg his parents to buy him a toy.

I gripped my fists tightly. I expected tears to come, but all that filled my chest was anger, endless anger.

Drift – he was the nicest bot I've known. We barely talked, I know. But he was more mature than Bee. And less of a talkback as Crosshairs. Nor he was clumsy like Hound. He wasn't the talkative type, but he was more approachable than Optimus and the rest of the Autobots. He helped me blast Seth Troutman up – and that was already good enough for me. He even saved us all in Greece. And what did I do in return? I ran away. I fled from the Parthenon. If there were anyone responsible for his death, I was. He got injured because of us in the first place.

People only treasure what they once had when they've lost it. How irony.

I could've worked with revenge. But Galvatron's already dead. Technically, I was the one who killed him, but the little piece of emptiness in me felt so real. Nonetheless, Fearswoop's death taught me yet another lesson just within 24 hours ago…revenge can't bring back those whom you love…

"I'll kill them," I grumbled. "I'll kill every single con I'll ever come across, every single pathetic, corrupted con…"

I stood up and walked towards the door. "Is that what Drift would want, Johanna?" Optimus asked gently.

I gritted my teeth. "Drift is dead."

"But do you know he was once a Decepticon, just like Megatron himself?"

I recalled. Galvatron referred Drift as a traitor. But what could that prove? Galvatron might have said it on purpose to corrupt our feelings towards our teammate.

"What prove do you have? And what is it do you have to say, Prime?" I said sarcastically.

He didn't say anything; instead he walked towards Drift and pointed at his left shoulder. I walked closer and looked where he pointed. It was a Decepticon emblem. I recognized it.

"We haven't had the resources or the suitable person to change Drift's emblem, ever since NEST was shut down, when he joined us. But he has always remained an Autobot in his spark."

"Get to the point, Prime."

"Every sentient being possesses the power to change. Drift is an example. He was once a Decepticon, but he chooses his own path to be an Autobot. He earned his honor among the Autobots, and we will remember him for that. There might be other Decepticons out there, much like Drift, not all of them have a nature of deception. Everyone deserves a second chance, including you, Johanna."

Ouch. That hurt. "What do you mean that I need a second chance?"

"To learn to forgive."

"Ha, Optimus, you do have a sense of humor. Should I forgive Fearswoop? And Galvatron? 'Every sentient being deserves to be forgiven', is that what you're gonna say?"

"Johanna," he said quietly. "Forgiving others is the only way to stop yourself from getting onto the path of hatred and distrust, and brings you inner peace. It will be hard; but not impossible. And above all, you should learn to forgive yourself."

By then, I was really confused. "Forgive myself?"

"Yes, forgive yourself. You resemble an old comrade of mine, Arcee in some ways. She had lost her partners, Tailgate and Cliffjumper to the decepticons. She believed she was the cause to her loss, yet she almost paid the price of losing her life in the course of avenging her partners. Forgive yourself is a way to learn that destruction is not the only way out of a problem."

"So… my lesson is, 'don't consider revenges because it can cost your life'?"

"You can think of it that way. But what you really should ask yourself, is if losing your humanity worth it when comparing to forgive yourself, the way to inner peace?"

I was shocked.

My whole life, I was taught about 'an eye for an eye'. But in the end, who is the one that has lost more? I lost my humanity in the course of revenge, but do I get my loved ones back? No.

Optimus opened the door and I went back out. The six guys were still telling their jokes loudly with Tyrell.

How odd it was to have gone through thousands of feelings in the world when the others were still happy as ever.

"Hey, you feelin' okay?" Hound asked.

"Ever heard of 'man of steel'? I'm the woman of steel," I unbraided my hair and decided to tie them all up into one simple ponytail. "I guess I just need a little time outta this."

Soon as I was done with my hair I felt better. Simpler. More comfortable.

Maybe a simple life is really better.

That's when I see Lennox on the other far end of the room, unnoticed by the others. He looked directly at me and had already given me a very clear message: you, come here.

I walked over uneasily. Then, as if telling me a secret he said, "Grace, we need another plan. We've gotta get the bots out of trouble."

"It's all my fault."

After he'd explained the whole situation to me I felt guilty for the Autobots. "I was the one who made the deal with Mearing. I told her I would get her the seed as peace offering from the Autobots which I initially wanted to ask for their – our freedom, and to shut down Cemetery Wind. Now I've doomed everything!"

"Um, forgive me – why do you want to shut down Cemetery Wind? Their primary duties are to eliminate the remaining forces of the decepticons."

"That's their pretty package of their lies. They have been hunting Autobots over the last few years' time. The Hong Kong accident was a result. And to my knowledge, I think they've killed a bot called… Ratchet or something? I think he's a medic."

Lennox's face went quite pale. "They've killed Ratchet?" he said unbelievably.

"Yeah, you can ask them. Just… don't ask Optimus. He appeared quite grumpy on that issue."

"I'll take a cue from that," Lennox said. "But our main focus right now is to get the bots out before we reach America. Otherwise… I can't imagine what happens to them."

"Either imprisonment, banishment or execution," I cracked a knuckle. "It's my fault to have made that deal… I should have made some kind of agreement that wouldn't need an escape plan. I did fail Mearing."

He patted my shoulder. "Hey, kid, don't get too down! Do you have any ideas for that?"

I bit my lip. "I have one. A crazy and dangerous one."

Ten minutes later, Lennox, Tyrell, the bots and I were all at the back of the ship.

Brains, in the form of a laptop is working out tonnes of hacking I can't even understand. I tapped his keyboard impatiently. "C'mon, black box hacker, if we don't hurry we're busted!"

"Hey, you think it's as easy as it sounds?" he complained.

I'll explain the plan: the point of getting Brains hacked into the black box is to make a false report of flying data. Every jet has two black boxes, and Brains' duty is to make a series of fake command of opening the entrance. They'll jump out and escape the jet, and the black box, which is normally the evidence to jet control malfunction/ false command will leave no evidence to the plotted escape except from an accident.

Yeah, call me a plan making genius. I know I'm an ego.

"Hey you guys," I walked towards the bigger bots. "When you're back on the run…"

"Yeah yeah, on the run. I still can't decide if you're helping us or killing us," Crosshairs said.

"Unless you can still convince Mearing about the Creators or that kind of thing," Tyrell shrugged. "The odds aren't quite in your favour, good luck with doing that."

"Anyways," I said. "Maybe find some time to see me around. Or maybe an email would do."

'Emails, huh?" Brains said. "Gimme your email address, then you won't have to worry about communication."

He opened a new window of a gmail account and told me to type in mine into his contacts.

"You guys have a gmail account? I suppose you go around hack someone's mailbox and stuff to send things around. Actually, I don't think you send emails."

"Oh yes we do. Some old friends, Sam Witwicky, you might've heard of him, and another guy Cade Yeager."

I snorted a laughter in a very unladylike demeanor (honestly, I have never been ladylike) and Tyrell blurted out, "No you did not, Cade Yeager?"

The bots all look shocked. Lennox looked away, pretending he heard nothing.

"You know Cade Yeager?" Crosshairs asked suspiciously.

"Might be. There might be dozens of Cade Yeager in this country alone, and who knows?" I waved them off, but with just a bit of eye contact Tyrell and I knows exactly who we were thinking about. The Lover Boy from high school, who just happened to be a few years older than we were. The worst news was that he even got some girl pregnant before they graduated, some poor bloke called Emily I think.

"Okay, everything's all set. The entrance will open in three minutes, and I suggest you three get back to avoid trouble," Brains transformed back into his robot form and said.

"Thank you, all of you, for your help," Optimus said.

"It's my honor, Optimus," Lennox said. "And I hope we meet again. Someday."

"Someday," I echoed, and looked down. The depressing moods started to get onto me again. "I wonder will we ever meet again."

Bee spoke through his radio, and this time, he played a song:

'It's been a long day without you, my friend

And I'll tell you all about it when I see you again

We've come a long way from where we began

Oh, I'll tell you all about it when I see you again

When I see you again'

I couldn't have been more touched. We've known each other for two days or so. But our friendships are eternal, this we know.

"Thanks, Bee," I said, and held a hand out to touch Bee's cheek. "Though I personally think Charlie Puth's voice doesn't match with your face."

He rolled his optics. "Yeah, yeah, whatever."

"Guys, you really should go now," Brains said impatiently. That song did use up some time.

We dashed into another cabin. I only caught a last glimpse of the bots before Lennox locked the door.

Before long we heard the entrance being opened. Then I heard the rattling wind mixed with a few sounds of splashes. They've jumped into water.

We walked down the corridor and heard some man running around shouting. That's when we ran back to the back entrance, where the engineers were frantically shutting the entrance back.

"We'll help," Tyrell and I offered to help, and the door was soon shut again.

"Thanks, mate, I owe you one," an engineer breathed. "What in God's name is that ruddy pilot thinking… humph."

The emergency repairs crew left, leaving the three of us in the room. "I'll go check on the team," Lennox said, and he left.

I looked out the window. The sea, it was smooth as usual. No signs of Autobots.

"I wonder if we'll see again," I murmured.

"Hey," Tyrell nudged me. "If fate decides to let us meet again, it'll eventually happen. It's just we don't know the fates' designs of our paths."

"A plane crash did make you forget stuff, didn't it?" I knocked on his head. "My life motto: no fate but what we make!"

"Yeah okay! I remember now!" he gestured surrender.

I stayed quiet for some time, thinking about the previous adventure. Wow, what a journey.

"I'm applying for a new squadron. You coming with me?" he asked.

Live in the present, my mother had once told me. Do not dwell on the past. Life demands moving on.

"I'm coming with you, bro."

Annnnnnnnnnnd... the end. duh.

It's been almost a year I've been working on it. To all my followers, thank you guys, thank you all for sticking with Jo till the very end! And thank you for encouraging me to walk on.

Some of you may ask, if there might be a continuation? The answer is... maybe. I'm not sure. Next year school will get busy, but the story's in my head. If i can spare the time I'll do it. Nevertheless, tell me what you think.

'Till all are one. we shall meet again.