AN: Noot noot. Not dead. Noot noot.

A special mission. For Makeshift that is. Though it was Starscream's idea, Megatron reluctantly obliged. Considering that for once the idea was actually a good one. The seeker did have those every now and then.

TrueShot had gotten word of the mission through the commlinks. Apparently Soundwave had discovered that a new Autobot was on their way down to Earth.

Luckily, she was able to catch him on his way to the bridge. "Makeshift!" TrueShot called out to him.

The mech stopped upon hearing his name. "TrueShot, sir?"

"I was hoping to catch you. C'mon, you do a have mission to get to." TrueShot continued to walk on as she reached the mech.

"Right, of course sir." Makeshift hastily made his way to her side and the two walked together to the bridge.

TrueShot glanced to a couple drones as they worked to fix a section of the wall, probably damage from one of Starscream's recent beatings from Megatron. "Did you do your research?"

"Watched as many of the vids as I could find of the 'bot. I like to think I got his personality down pretty good." Makeshift gave her a sly grin as he boasted on his prowess in subterfuge.

"You had better." The duo halted as they had reached the doors leading onto the main bridge. "Not only will you be surrounded by the 'bots, but you'll likely lose connection with the Nemesis."

"Then we've got nothing to worry about."

They entered the bridge together, finding Soundwave playing back the recent communication between the Autobots on Earth and the newcomer.

"Bulkhead? That you? What's with all the security?"

"The rock we're on is crawling with 'cons."

The attention turned from Soundwave's face display to Starscream as he addressed Makeshift. "Good, you're finally here." He barely glanced towards TrueShot, but she did catch the quick glare he sent her. "We haven't much time."

"Makeshift isn't one of our drones, Starscream." Megatron began, speaking as if he was reminding Starscream of the fact. "If your plan goes awry there will be consequences."

"But of course, Lord Megatron." The seeker placed a hand onto his chest as he did a slight bow towards Megatron. "Besides, how would the Autobots be able to tell the difference. Makeshift was personally trained by one of our greatest warriors." With a wave of his hand, Starscream had motioned towards TrueShot. Starscream had turned to see her reaction, but was met instead by a vicious glare and a low growl. His gaze did not remain long as Starscream immediately looked away and back to Megatron. Only to be met with a similar look.

"Er, Soundwave, if you would."

TrueShot smiled, satisfied that Starscream had not just recieved her dissatisfaction, but Megatron's as well. Though the seeker was quick to hide his own reaction of the situation, he was slightly panicking inside.

Their attention was turned onto Soundwave as his tendrils reached out and attached themselves to Makeshift. The mech's body began to shift beside her. All his jagged pieces turning into a blockier look.

"See you soon buddy, I'll make sure you get a proper welcome."

"I, too, know how to prepare a proper welcome." TrueShot almost hoped this plan would not work, if only to upset Starscream.

"TrueShot, take a squadron of drones with you, shoot down the Autobot's ship and capture him. Then we will make the switch." This was Starscream's plan, so why was Megatron giving her the order. Oh yeah, because she refuses to listen to Starscream. The wimp.

"As you say, my lord." TrueShot could practically feel the anger coming off Starscream as she responded respectfully to Megatron. It was not like she hated the mech. The guy just needed a bit more humility in his life. And to stop trying to kill Megatron, and her in the resulting crossfire. "See you top-side, Wheeljack."

The femme made her way to the ground-bridge room, gathering the drones as she went. Together, they went through the portal, transforming as they did so. They exited high in the air, flying in a 'V' formation, with TrueShot at the head. Minutes later they had found Wheeljack's ship and began firing.

The mech attempted to dodge as much of their fire as he could, doing various maneuvers in the air. He was unsuccessful, as not long after, his ship began to emit smoke. TrueShot led the drones down onto the ground as Wheeljack's ship crashed. The group of 'cons transformed into their bipedal modes, weapons at the ready, as they approached the ship.

TrueShot tightly gripped her swords as her optics looked over the ship, searching for any sign of movement. A bolt flew out from the smoke towards TrueShot. Instinctively, she dodged out of the way, resulting in the drone behind her getting shot.

"If you're trying to ruin my day, you're gonna have to try harder."

"I'm not even trying, yet." TrueShot raised her swords and charged towards the 'bot.

Wheeljack's face mask slid into place. Behind her, the drones began to fire at the Autobot, only for him to dodge to the side and jump right into the middle of them. TrueShot skidded to a halt as she twisted around to face the group. He had already disposed of two other drones, in quick succession, by the time TrueShot reached him. Swinging both of her swords around, she knocked him to the side before he could hit the next drone.

In a response to her weapons, Wheeljack had taken out his own swords. "You 'cons have gone soft on me. I was expecting more of a fight, especially from an ex-pit fighter. Aren't you supposed to be dead?" They began to circle each other, the last couple of drones on the sidelines, waiting for their chance to strike.

TrueShot threw the first blow. She threw most of her weight onto the one sword as she aimed to cut him down from his shoulder. Being smaller than her, Wheeljack had to use both of his swords to hold off her one. "And here I was expecting more explosions from an ex-wrecker."

"If you want explosions," using the force from her strike, Wheeljack pushed himself back and away from her. "Then I'll give you some ex-" He let out a shout as he was hit with a taser-like shot from behind. As he fell onto the ground, Wheeljack watched in confusion when a look-alike came into his view.

"Nice job." TrueShot congratulated Makeshift. In the fight, Wheeljack did not notice the ground-bridge that had opened up behind him. "You two, get him into a cell. The rest of you, get into position." The last thing Wheeljack saw before he went into recharge was a drone, TrueShot, and a copy of himself.

Makeshift took out his swords and got into a battle position. "Alright, you better make this look good, youngling." TrueShot readied her own swords.

"Youngling? Please, just because you're older than me doesn't mean you have to call me that."

"Oh yeah? Then prove it."

Another ground-bridge opened up, allowing Bumblebee, Arcee, and Bulkhead to join the fight and save 'Wheeljack'. Makeshift turned away from TrueShot, dodging her swords, and went to stab his own swords through the last drone.

TrueShot glanced from Makeshift to the newcomers, growling as she sheathed her swords. "This isn't over Autobot scum!" Before the 'bots had a chance to react, TrueShot had transformed and flew away. If this plan did not work, she would have Starscream's head. For now, she would just have to return to the Nemesis where she would play the waiting game.

"All I'm saying, is that the next time you decide to go for a joyride you should let me know. I haven't gone for a cruise in sometime. Plus they're better when you have someone else to drive alongside you." Trueshot was leaning with her back against one of the walls in the medical center. She had decided to wait out here for a while before going up top to join Starscream and Soundwave, along with a squadron of drones, to raid the Autobot's base. Knowing Starscream he would probably complain the whole time they waited.

KnockOut was in front of her working on some medical tool atop a counter. "Perhaps when I get some free time I'll let you tag along with me. The earthlings have these underground races that are fairly enjoyable to join."

"'Let me'? My dear doctor, I hold a higher rank than you," The femme sauntered forward to join him at the table. "I could order you to do jumping-jacks and you'd have to follow my orders." TrueShot leaned down onto the table so that she was at eye level with him.

The mech jolted up from his work, realization on his face that he might have overstepped. Though he was not truly sure as he stared back at TrueShot's smirking face. "Erm, jumping-who now?" KnockOut smoothly recovered.

TrueShot remained silent a few seconds more before standing back up straight. "Don't look so tense doctor, I jest." The femme began to make her way out of the room. "If you'll excuse me now, I have to go see how Starscream's plan is doing."

"Right, of course. Nice chatting with you then commander." KnockOut watched her leave before eventually going back to his tinkering.

In the hallway, TrueShot mentally laughed to herself. She enjoyed giving him a hard time.

As she reached the top of the ship, TrueShot found a battalion of drones with Starscream at the head. He seemed a bit angry as he paced in front of the drones.

"Are you certain we are at the coordinates you supplied to Makeshift?" Starscream spoke aloud into his comm. There was a pause, she assumed Megatron was replying. "Then, what is taking him so long?"

"You do realize that undercover missions can sometimes take a while, especially if you want it done right." TrueShot decided to answer the seeker as she reached him.

Starscream opened his mouth to retort, but was cut off. "Maybe they gave your boy such a hero's welcome, he got the warm and fuzzies and decided to switch sides." Wheeljack was walking towards them from the other side; he'd somehow gotten loose.

The femme snorted loudly at the 'bot. "Yeah, and Starscream here is secretly a femme."

"How dare you- "

"Why don't you do yourself a favour and find your way back to your cell?" TrueShot cut off Starscream before he could retaliate.

"Why don't you come make me?"

"Do you not see that you are vastly outnumbered?" Starscream turned his attention to the escaped Autobot.

Wheeljack was nearly to them now. "I see fellas who might vastly enjoy watching me pound some dents into you."

Starscream snapped. "Destroy him!" He ordered the drones. TrueShot took a few steps back, watching Starscream's plan come undone. The battalion charged forward, as did Wheeljack. The drones began blasting at the Autobot as he drew his own swords and charged into the drones.

The Autobot swiftly deflected the bolts, dodging others. Starscream launched a missile from his arm. It looked to have barely missed the 'bot and instead hit just in front of Wheeljack as he jumped backwards to dodge it.

The drones that had now managed to get to Wheeljack were now being sliced down with his swords. After taking a few down, Wheeljack launched himself in the air using some drones. He landed on top of Starscream, knocking the seeker down.

All attention was drawn away as a ground bridge opened on top of the ship. Wheeljack made a run for it.

"Frag." TrueShot chased after the 'bot and into the ground bridge. She could see Makeshift at the end slowly backing up into the portal. Wheeljack jumped up, tackling the disguised 'con and knocking him into some equipment.

The Autobot's attention having been drawn onto the real Wheeljack, allowed TrueShot a moment of surprise. She rammed herself into Wheeljack, knocking him onto the floor. Miko, who had been on the ground in front of him, was swiftly picked up by Bulkhead. Using the momentum she slid herself in front of Makeshift and drew her swords. One sword pointed towards Ratchet who stood at the ground bridge controls while the other was pointed to remaining Autobots.

"TrueShot?!" Ratchet exclaimed as he took a few steps back.

The triple-changer wildly glanced around at the 'bots, daring them to make a move. The sound of swords being drawn behind could be heard as Makeshift came to. In turn, WheelJack drew his swords.

"This fights mine commander."

"Then don't fail." TrueShot allowed him to walk around her to meet Wheeljack.

Everyone watched in anticipation as the two mechs began to circle each other, swords at the ready. No one was sure who made the first move, but the two were quick to trade blows.

"Which one is the real Wheeljack?" Rafael asked from below Bulkhead.

Miko attempted to point him out, but found herself unable. "I lost track!"

Suddenly, Wheeljack landed a blow onto Makeshift, knocking his swords out from his hands before punching the 'con onto the floor.

There was a silence as Bulkhead stared at the real Wheeljack. "That's my Jackie."

"And that's my cue to leave." TrueShot pointed a sword at Wheeljack, forcing him to move away from the fallen Makeshift. With the other sword still pointed to Ratchet she called on him. "You, open the ground bridge back up."

"You're outnumbered, we should take both of you hostage!" Ratchet tersely replied.

TrueShot laughed. "I don't see Prime around and I doubt any of you would want to take me on. Especially with humans around. And boy do I like a messy fight." Reluctantly, Ratchet succumbed and reopened the ground bridge.

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Wheeljack moving. Swiftly, TrueShot turned her attention onto the wrecker. Wheeljack put both of his hands up and backed away. Makeshift once again came to and managed to stand back up.

"You first Makeshift, I've got your back."

"Right away commander."

Makeshift ran through the ground bridge, followed by TrueShot as she backed into the bridge before putting up her swords and running through herself. The portal closed promptly behind them as their feet touched the ship's surface.

Starscream came to stand before them. "Please tell me that you at least learned the location of their base!"

"Indeed, Commander Starscream," TrueShot heard beeping. Quickly checking herself over she found nothing. Turning her attention onto Makeshift she discovered one of the bombs at his waist was now activated. "It's in a hidden bunker-"

Starscream seemed to have noticed the beeping as well and was inspecting Makeshift.

"Makeshift get down!"

"You fool!" TrueShot had run to Makeshift, while in turn Starscream and backed up some feet. "Back, back, back!"

TrueShot grabbed onto Makeshift with one hand, while the other removed the bomb. Starscream was running, pushing drones to the side as he took off into the air. In one motion, TrueShot threw the bomb straight up into the air, while pushing Makeshift down and covering him up with her own body.

Above them, the bomb exploded into a blue mist-like shape. The remaining drones were all hit by the blast. The femme felt an intense burning sensation on her back, wings especially as she had tried to use them to cover Makeshift.

With the last of her strength, TrueShot rolled herself off of Makeshift and onto the space beside him. "Commander!" He quickly looked her over, realizing what she had just done. "TrueShot! No, no."

Grabbing ahold of her arm, Makeshift slung it over his shoulders and started to drag her body to the medbay.

::Makeshift to KnockOut, I need a berth prepared right now!::

::Don't tell me, Starscream's plan blew up in his face again?:: The doctor lazily replied.

::It's TrueShot, there was a bomb.::

::Bring her here immediately!::

The first few drones Makeshift passed by in his haste stepped aside as they watched him go down the hall with the half dead TrueShot. Thankfully, a couple of them moved to help him and lifted TrueShot up by her other arm.

Once they got into the medical ward, KnockOut directed them to a berth to place her on. The drones left the room as the scarlet 'con quickly went to work with various tools.

"Is the commander going to be okay?" Makeshift asked worriedly.

"She's in critical condition. Her wings are extremely damaged along with the rest of her back. I'm putting her into stasis."

Makeshift could only watch as KnockOut went about his diagnostics tests. He silently wished he took some form of medical training.

"I suggest you report to Lord Megatron about your mission. I'm going to need to be alone to be able to concentrate." KnockOut directed him.

"Of course. Keep me updated." Makeshift swiftly left the room and headed to the bridge.