The Transformers Meet the Archies

Epilogue

by Phantom (phantom1313 at tfrid dot com)

This story is a continuation of The Transformers Meet the Archies, written by Anubis Soundwave (Janell Clark)(acsound at hotmail dot com), which is archived at Suzanne's Fanfic Page. The original concept and human characters are credited to her. I humbly offer this as a continuation.

Chapter One

Megatron smiled to himself. It was a smile of satisfaction, one that comes with a job well done. The strange part was that his troops had just wasted several weeks in human form, searching for energy that had never turned up. By all means, Megatron should have been furious. Yet all the while he grew more and more amused.

"I'm surrounded by incompetent drones!" shrieked Starscream. "All the time we spent in Riverdale was for nothing! *Nothing!* I had to wear *heels* while Soundwave frittered away his time with a foolish fleshling! We are no closer to defeating the Autobots than we were a month ago!"

"Enough, Starscream!" Megatron ordered. While he found Starscream's rantings rather amusing, he did not appreciate the traitorous tone that Starscream had adopted. "Our little visit to Riverdale has been more productive than you imagine, Starscream."

"Hah!" Starscream laughed. "You couldn't even hold on to Alita One! By now she's probably contacted the Autobots and told them all about our plans!"

Megatron dismissed this statement with a wave of his hand. "Do not worry about my little "bride". By now she's probably locked up in what the humans would call an insane asylum. Do you honestly think that anyone would believe her claim of being an alien robot from another planet who has taken human form and is now searching for her robot allies? Besides, she had served her purpose. We no longer needed her as a decoy for the Autobots."

Starscream was not ready to drop the issue so easily. "We still wasted valuable time and resources as puny flesh creatures, and we have nothing to show for it!"

Megatron shook his head. "You may believe that we have wasted our time, but I am sure that the others do not share your views. Just ask Soundwave. Or Skywarp or Thundercracker. I'm sure that Rumble and Frenzy enjoyed themselves. Even Ravage seems content. Face it, Starscream. This time you've got no one to back you up."

"Just you wait, Megatron," Starscream threatened. "Another foolish waste of time like this, and the Decepticons will be searching for someone more capable to lead them."

"Like *you*?" Megatron mocked. "You couldn't even handle high-heeled shoes!"

Starscream burned inside as he heard the laughter of Skywarp, Thundercracker, Rumble, and Frenzy. Even the inscrutable Soundwave appeared to be chuckling. "One day you'll all be sorry! One day you'll see who is the true leader!" Realizing that he was making a fool out of himself, Starscream hurried out of the room.

"Ya got him good, Boss!" cheered Rumble.

"Yeah, everyone else enjoyed this mission. He doesn't have to be a spoilsport," agreed Skywarp.

Megatron glanced over at Soundwave, who was sitting at his usual spot by the comm panel. He spied a small scrap of paper clutched in the robot's hand. Megatron suppressed a chuckle. This mission had definitely been worth it, especially since Soundwave had been forced to melt his icy exterior and interact with a female. Even the escape of Alita One had not changed a thing. Still, Megatron could not help but feel slightly angered that his bride had dared to run away....

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"Are we almost finished? Why do we have to go to so much trouble to conceal our activities?" complained Starscream, whining as usual.

Megatron and Starscream had made a final trip to the house that Soundwave and his companions had inhabited during their stay at Riverdale. Soundwave and the others were needed back at the base.

While the time spent at Riverdale had been enjoyable, Megatron's warriors were once again needed to scout for energy. Laserbeak had been sent out, but unfortunately his optics had malfunctioned. That meant that the other cassettes were needed to scout for energy signs. Megatron didn't trust many of his other Decepticons, with their less-than-thorough manner, to remove all traces of their existence from the house. Soundwave would have been ideal for this job, but he was also busy searching for sources of energy. Megatron brought Starscream along for two reasons- to guard Alita One, and to keep him out of trouble.

Star let out a dramatic sigh as she hefted the last box, full of surveillance equipment. She hated to admit it, but Ron Meghat was right. It was best to remove all traces of their activities from this human dwelling, but did that mean that she had to be involved in this drudgery. Besides, Ron had demanded that she fit in with the humans as long as she wore her human form, and that meant wearing her heels, although they were uncomfortable and certainly not ideal for moving heavy boxes. She glanced over at Allie, who was slumped listlessly against the wall. Apparently the fight had gone out of her. Serves her right. Megatron's "bride" had been nothing more than a nuisance.

Just then, Star was struck with an idea. Why not stick the Autobot with the heavy work? After all, Star had just buffed her nails to perfection. Even though she disliked becoming human, there was no reason to neglect her personal grooming.

"Come over here, *sister*," she sneered. "Sisters should help each other. Now take this box and put it downstairs, or I'll tell your darling 'husband' that you've been misbehaving."

Allie pushed away from the wall, her blue eyes dull and listless. She shambled forward, her head hanging down. She nearly collapsed as Star thrust the heavy box, full of Soundwave's scanning equipment, into her arms. "That's a good girl," cooed Star. "Ron Meghat should be right downstairs. Just hand him the box."

Allie made her way carefully down the steps. She stopped short at the landing. The door was wide open, and the outdoors seemed to beckon to her. She darted out the open door.

"No!" she heard a voice yell. To her horror, she saw that her "husband" was standing by the curb, loading up Motormaster. "Stop!" He began to run towards her.

Suddenly, Allie realized that she was still holding the box that Starscream had handed her. With a grunt, she heaved it at Ron, allowing herself a smile as it smacked him right in the stomach.

She glanced back towards the house, seeing Star teeter outside, stumbling in her high heels. Star tripped on the porch, falling face-first onto the ground. With a burst of speed, Allie crossed the road and ran to the nearest house, which was right across the street.

"I'll stop her!" Star gasped, struggling to get to her feet.

"Never mind," Ron grumbled. "She's escaped, thanks to your incompetence. I told you not to let her out of your sight!"

"But the Autobots...!"

"Never mind the Autobots!" Megatron snapped. "There are no Autobots here! Don't you think I would recognize one, despite a human disguise? Let darling Allie run for help. She's served her purpose. The Autobots have not shown up, so we no longer need her as a bargaining chip. Besides, no human in Riverdale would ever believe her crazy story."

Ron brushed himself off and picked up the box that Allie had thrown at him. The delicate equipment inside was most likely damaged beyond repair. Still, it had been amusing to see Star trip over her own fancy footwear.

"Hurry up!" Ron snapped as he shoved the box into Motormaster's trailer. "While no one may believe Allie, they still may want to question us. It's best that we leave now."

Star reached behind her and closed the door. She made her way over to Motormaster, carrying her broken heels in one hand and picking at a grass stain with the other. Motormaster roared off the second she climbed inside, jarring her head against the seat. "My dress is ruined!" Star's cry echoed as the truck disappeared around a bend.

Allie nearly sobbed with relief as she heard the truck drive away. She had reached the door of the house across the street, and she pounded on it frantically. "Help me!" she cried. "Let me in!"

The door opened to reveal a young teenager. "What's wrong, miss?" he asked in concern.

"Let her in," said an authoritative voice from within the house. Buzz stepped aside, allowing the frantic woman to enter.

"Have a seat," Mr. Primrose offered, steering her towards the sofa. "My name is Mr. Primrose, and that's Buzz and Terry. What seems to be the matter?"

Allie took a deep, calming breath. She began to realize that she was safe from the Decepticons. She also realized that her story would sound crazy to these humans, who may have never even heard of Transformers. After all, she had spent all of her time on Cybertron, so she knew very little about human beings and how much they had been exposed to Transformers. She quickly decided to tell a somewhat altered version of the truth.

end of Chapter One

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