Hmm. Just saw the Transformers movie. Going to see it again tonight. And this weekend. Point: It was freakin' awesome, even for a Transformers junkie like me. Therefore, FAN FICTION TIME!!!

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers, Hasbro, Michael Bay or Peter Cullen. Peter Cullen owns YOU!

Summary: Set right after the movie, so for the love of god, don't read this unless you've seen it in theatres or pirated a copy off of Mininova. And for once, the lead character is FEMALE! Woot!

Transformers: Allied Front

Los Angeles was a humming city, full of people who went about their normal, daily lives. Well, as normal as they could have done after what was called the "Alien War" that devastated nearly 1/8th of the city, leaving many dead, and even more wounded. Still, the sturdy humans rebuilt and continued living on, as much as they could.

Down on the packed streets of the city (there were understandably many detours) a long figure could be seen riding a motorcycle. Decidedly female, due to the tight fitting red biker gear she wore on her body, the girl's face was covered up by a black helmet with red tribal flames. The motorcycle she rode was a pristine red Ducati 999R, perhaps the best sport bike in the world. It had gold accents, an entire gold exhaust and (surprise!) custom gold 18 inch 7 spoke rims. It was gorgeous. The girl was currently driving off to a nearby neighborhood, passing by a used car dealership named "Bobby B's".

Some time later, she arrived in a quiet neighborhood, and pulled her bike into the rear entrance driveway of one of the houses. Parked out back was a very clean 2008 Chevy Camero SS. It had two black racing stripes going front to back on its hood to its trunk. Its 19 inch wheels were chrome, making it look even more badass. The girl walked around the car, checking it out and giving off nods from underneath her helmet.

"Hey, can I help you? Uh, miss, ma'am, lady?"

She turned around to see a young man and girl, standing at the back of the house looking at her. The guy had short curly hair, brown eyes and a generally comic-looking appearance. The girl was simply stunning, with deep blue eyes and dark brown hair. She was also slightly taller than her boyfriend. They were holding hands. The rider looked around to make sure no one was around and took off her helmet.

Short blonde hair tumbled neatly out of the helmet, with black hair layered underneath it. She wore her hair in a punk-gothic style, with the back fairly short and her bangs long and covering one side of her face down to her chin. Her right eye was only visible, and clear blue orbs looked at a set of eyes looking back at her. She was quite pretty herself, with a general all-American pretty girl look, and good height as well. She was not without a fine body, since it looked quite toned underneath her motorcycle gear. She gave the guy a smile.

"Sam Witwicky?" she asked. "Mikaela Banes?"

"Yeah, what's it to you?" Sam asked, recieving a poke from his girlfriend. She gave the biker an apologetic smile.

"Sorry about that," she said. "Sam's kinda... untrusting of strangers."

The girl nodded. "Understandable, considering all that happened last week," she said, elicting surprised looks from the two. "My name is Ada. I think we should talk."

Sam gave her a suspicious look. "Hey, I don't think so, Ada," he said. He waved her off. "The exit's that way."

Ada merely smiled and turned to her Ducati, which was kickstanded behind her. "Acree."

The sounds of Cybertronian transformation caught Sam and Mikaela's ears right away as the motorcycle began to change its form. The body began to split apart, and mass shifting took place as mechanical parts began to grow out of the machine's surface. The front and rear wheel of the bike began to swing around, stopping to rest on what looked like shoulders made out of the main section of the bike. The front nose of the bike rose, splitting in half and rotating so that it became a helmet for the robotic head that formed underneath it. Legs grew out of the rear swingarm, thickening and unfolding into joints and feet. Arms were made out of the lower half of the engine area, long and sleek, with the motorcycle's golden wheels splitting into halves, forming shoulder plates front and back. The fuel tank was shifted to the rear of the robot, stopping to rest on its back. The sides of the bike were acting as breastplate armor, with a noticable bulge in the chest area. Glowing pink eyes with photo camera-like irises looked down at the shocked pair of humans in amusement.

"It's a girl robot!" Sam said, nearly speechless. "I didn't know there were girl robots!"

"Acree, it's been a while," Bumblebee said in his rich British tone drawing their attention. He began to transform and 30 seconds later, a much larger Autobot was in the Witwicky backyard. While quite small compared to the other Autobots (Bumblebee was about 17 feet tall) he towered over Acree's form, since the motorcycle-clad robot was a scant 10 feet in height. "So you heard Optimus Prime's transmission?"

The female Cybertronian nodded. "Yes, I was in a nearby solar system when I heard news of your battle," she said, nodding to her comrade and the humans. "I used the explosion of a methane meteor to propel myself towards Earth, though I see that I was a little late for the action. Do forgive my tardiness."

She placed a robotic hand on Ada's shoulder. "I landed in space-travel form near this girl's home," she said. "Unfortunately, I landed on her vehicle, but I was able to scan it and use its form. We have been partners ever since. We used the world-wide web to see if we could find you. I must say, for trying your hardest to remain hidden, you sure did raise up a fuss."

Bumblebee shrugged. "It's hard to keep quiet when you're giant robots fighting a war in a populated city," he said. "Did you come alone?"

Acree shook her head. "I detected several other Cybertronians entering Earth's atmosphere, and one leaving it," she replied. "I do not know how many Autobots or Decepticons arrived. I saw a human aircraft leaving however."

Bumblebee frowned. "That must have been Starscream," he said. "I remember that many of the Decepticons weren't destroyed. Only Blackout, Brawl and Megatron were finished. Sadly, Jazz was killed in the line of duty."

"Oh no!" Acree said, putting a hand to her Spark. "He was a good Autobot."

"So... what's going on?" Sam's voice asked. They turned to see him with his hand raised. "Not that I don't mind two Autobots hanging out in my backyard, but seriously, if people see you then we're screwed."

"True," Bumblebee agreed, getting down on all fours and transforming back into his Camero form. Acree did a little backflip and became a Ducati again. "Let's give Optimus a call and meet up with the others. I'm sure he'll want to know of our situation."

Sam and Mikaela piled into him, and Ada put her helmet back on before mounting Acree. Engines roared as the vehicles tore out of the driveway. In the window, Ron and Judy Witwicky watched as their son and girlfriend drove off in the giant robot alien.

"Oh, I hope he doesn't get hurt," Judy said worriedly. Ron rubbed her shoulder comfortingly.

"Don't worry about it, our kid's tough!" he said. "No doubt due to my great parenting. And besides, he's got Bumblebee to look after him, remember! It's a nice thing to remember that they've got a chaperone on all their dates. Come on, let's enjoy some wine."

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"I remember when I was carrying the Allspark, it transformed a few things into robots," Sam said as they drove. "There was a pop dispenser, and a Cadillac Escalade... and I think an Xbox 360."

"An Xbox?" Mikaela asked incredulously. "Wow, it's like when video games really are violent."

"Those newly created by the Allspark hold no intelligence," Bumblebee informed them. "They are merely reacting and acting on instinct, until proper programming can be installed. I hope that they are found soon, and put to rights."

A tap to the window showed them Ada, who was pulled up alongside Bumblebee. Mikaela was going to put the window down, but the sentient car already did.

"Acree wants to know if Ratchet will be there," she yelled through the loud noise of Acree's engine. "She damaged her navigation system in the landing, we've been using maps since we left New York!"

"Ratchet, Ironhide and Optimus will be there," Bumblebee told Mikaela through the radio, and she relayed it to Ada and Acree. The girl gave a thumbs up as she flipped her visor back down, and the window went back up. Bumblebee put on a spurt of speed and Acree followed, pulling a wheelie at 80MPH.

Some time later they arrived at the alley where the Autobots had reunited the first time, and it was nearing the evening. Optimus was in the center, in his Peterbilt glory with red and blue paint with flames. Ratchet was parked on the side, his Hummer H2 ambulance form currently idling next to Ironhide, whose large GMC Topkick pickup form almost neared Prime's truck size. The teens all piled out of their vehicles, who transformed once Optimus Prime did. After a lot of signature transforming noises, five intelligent robots surrounded Sam, Mikaela and Ada.

"Acree!" Ironhide exclaimed, slapping the small female Cybertronian on the back. She stumbled a bit from his strength. "It's been a while! You just get planetary?"

Acree nodded, shrugging off his huge arm. "I arrived a few days back," she answered. "This is Ada. It's good to see you all. Optimus, I'm at your command."

"Thank you Acree," the wizened leader replied. "And hello to you Ada, friend of Acree. Fortunately, everything is peaceful at the moment. We defeated Megatron and most of the Decepticons, and all we're doing right now is 'chilling' and searching for them occasionally."

"Is Megatron destroyed?" Acree asked. Optimus sighed.

"He took the Allspark into his own, which would have destroyed him without a doubt," he said. "But somehow I don't think we've seen the end of him."

"Hey man, I shoved that thing right into his ticker!" Sam exclaimed. "He's dead, right?"

Optimus leaned down to look at Sam. "Nothing is certain," he replied. "With Starscream escaping into outer space, he may very well return to Cybertron and collect more Decepticons to either repair his lord, or attempt to usurp Megatron's power. The United States military hopes that the remains of Megatron will be destroyed and frozen deep underwater, but you never know."

"Optimus, some of our comrades may have landed in America," Acree announced, drawing the gentle titan's attention. "At least six space-form Cybertronians entered Earth's atmosphere sometime within the week."

Optimus stood up to his full height. "Then we must search for our comrades, or prepare to fight against enemies," he announced, getting mechanical sounds of agreement in return. He looked down to the humans. "Would you like to come?"

Sam looked excited. "Hell yeah!" he answered. He looked at his girlfriend. "What about you Mikaela?"

She gave him a grin. "As if I'd let you go alone!" she answered. "Let's do it!"

"I'm in too!" Ada piped up, donning her helmet. "Let's go!"

"Excellent," Optimus said, preparing to change. "Autobots, roll out!"

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He could sense his comrades coming. Looking around, he knew that his protoform would be highly noticable by the inhabitants of the planet. Quickly ducking behind a large billboard, he saw a red human vehicle driving down the long stretch of highway. Quickly activating his scanners, he copied the car's mechanical makeup and transformed.

Five minutes later, a red 2008 Dodge Viper SRT-10 pulled onto the highway, raising its convertible top and rolling its tinted windows up. It headed towards the signatures of its comrades.

Sideswipe was happy. Now if only he could find out if his brother made it to E-orth. A quick wireless check of the web corrected him. Earth. Sorry.

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He landed nearby a US Navy aircraft carrier, but luckily he didn't draw attention. Scanning the carrier for something to transform into, Whirl decided upon an AH-1W SuperCobra attack helicopter. He quickly changed and lifted off, making sure to keep underneath the human radar ceiling. He had a long way to go. As he flew, Whirl felt that his helicopter form was pretty sweet, if not kickass. Once he was out of the Navy's range, he flew a little higher, performing acrobatic manouvers and erratic flying patterns. His armament was a direct copy of the human chopper, consisting of a three-barreled 20mm gatling gun, two pods of rockets, two 4-pack Hellfire missiles and a Sidewinder air-to-air missile on each of the stubby wingtips. He also could mass shift his energy canons if need be, but only in robot form. Still, this vehicle wasn't too bad for primitive technology. Checking his radar, Whirl saw that his comrades were nearly 600 miles away! Thank the Allspark that he could fly up to 400MPH! He tilted his rotors forward and shot off.

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He and his brothers had landed near an airforce base, their landing sounding an alarm throughout the area. They quickly took on the form of F-15E Eagle fighter jets and mingled in with the other squadrons that were scrambling into the air. Fortunately, the three Decepticons weren't detected and after several hours of Combat Air Patrol, were able to land, get put into the hanger and escape not too soon afterwards. They had to find their lord or allies. Breaking into one of the hangers, they discovered a single fighter/bomber designated YF-23. A quick scan of the World-Wide Web showed that it was a scrapped stealth advanced tactical fighter, which was somewhat ahead of its time. Since it was the best thing the primitive humans could offer at the moment, they stole its form and flew out, undetected. They sensed a Decepticon drone somewhere out in the desert near Quatar. They would fly there first.

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After landing and pulverizing a human car dealership, Sunstreaker scratched his metal forehead. Whoops. Looking around to see if there was an undamaged vehicle, he spied a brand new yellow Lamborghini Murcielago LP640. Nodding his head eagerly, he scanned it and transformed, revving his engine. It sounded delightful! There were sirens off in the distance, and he knew that the human law enforcement would be here soon. Peeling out of the dealership, Sunstreaker headed for a large concentration of his comrades, not even half an hour away. Well, half an hour if he were doing the speed limit. With a loud rev, he dropped the gear and rocketed away, reaching 180MPH quickly as he entered the highway.

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"Sideswipe, good to see you!" Optimus said gratefully, greeting the smaller Autobot. "And quite a form you've taken!"

Sideswipe's form was similar to the other Autobots, with the exception that he had a large shoulder-mounted photon canon on his right shoulder. He also carried energy blaster pistols that would mass shift from his forearms. He stood about the same height as Bumblebee.

"Dodge Viper SRT-10," Sideswipe bragged. "Zero to sixty in 4.3 seconds!"

A loud screech was heard and the Autobots and humans all turned around to see a yellow Lamborghini drift into the deserted parking lot off the side of the highway. Still sideways, the car flipped over and transformed, the Autobot looking similar to Sideswipe. The difference was that he was much taller (topping out at about 24 feet) and carried a large rocket launcher on his left arm, and twin energy canon on his right. "Zero to sixty in 3.3 seconds brother," he said mockingly. "What the hell Sideswipe, you chose a Viper as your form? Now no one will know we're twins! My form is much more beautiful than yours!"

Sideswipe thundered over, grabbing his 'brother' in a head lock.

"Sunstreaker you made it!" he cheered happily. "Good to see you too!"

"Good to see you all!" Sunstreaker greeted, recieving waves from the others. He spied the humans. "Hey, who're the fleshbags?"

"Hey!" Sam protested.

"That is Samuel Witwicky, grandson of Archibald Witwicky," Optimus explained. "I owe my life to him, for he destroyed Megatron."

Sunstreaker blinked. He then pointed at Sam. "You're telling me that this scrawny -" "HEY!" "- kid destroyed the most powerful and evil Decepticon ever to walk Cybertron?" he asked dubiously.

"Yes."

"Wow, that's cool."

Whirring was heard and they all turned to see an attack helicopter boring down on them. It flew over them quickly, performing several aerial acrobatics such as loop-de-loops, barrel rolls and corkscrews. Finally, it corkscrewed one last time before transforming, its configuration somewhat similar to Blackout's robot form. It bounded towards the crowd, stopping before Optimus Prime. This Autobot was just as tall as the leader of the Autobots, though most of it was due to his long helicopter fuselage. Whirl's dual main rotor blades were positioned on his shoulders, looking like a long wing while his twin engines were on his back like a jetpack. They were transformed and mass shifted to resemble horizontal, vertical and side jets, probably to help him zip around quickly.

"Whirl, you look fantastic!" Ratchet said as he worked on Acree's head. His lasers made short work of her malfunctioning navigation. "Quite a useful form you've got there."

"Thanks, I love it!" Whirl said in an upbeat voice. "So, what's the sitrep?"

Optimus took the podium. "There are still some Decepticons out there that wish to cause harm to the human race," he said gravely in his deep tone. "We know that Scorponok, Barricade and Starscream survived the battle. Starscream fled the planet, no doubt returning to Cybertron to bring back reinforcements. Acree, you said that you saw several space-forms entering Earth?"

"Yes Optimus," she replied. "Since all the Autobots are here, they remaining few must be Decepticons."

"I say three or four at most," Whirl said, tapping on his left shoulder. His radar dome was on the back of it. "I picked them up on human radar not too long ago. Three aircraft. One in Cybertronian mode."

"So they must have retrieved Scorponok," Optimus mused. "Sam!"

"Yeah Optimus?" Sam asked, eager to help.

"You must contact the secretary of defense, John Keller," the Autobot leader said. "I think things are going to get rough in the near-future."

"Alright, I'm on it!" Sam said, bringing out his cellphone. He paused. "Uh, anyone have the number for The Pentagon?"

Bumblebee slapped his forehead.