Fun fact: The title of this fanfic is a line from Before My Body is Dry, a song from Kill La Kill.

Disclaimer: Transformers belongs to Hasbro/Michael Bay.


After a long trip, Optimus, Prowl, Ironhide, Ratchet, Jazz, Wheeljack and the soldiers returned to the base. The Autobots transformed into their robot modes and helped the soldiers remove the cargo from the trailer and the trucks. Ratchet retrieved his medical equipment from the trailer before setting it down.

"Now then," asked Ratchet, "is there a spare room I can use as a medbay?"

"Sorry," answered a soldier, "but we don't have rooms big enough for giant robots."

"What about a warehouse or a storage room?" suggested Bumblebee.

"We have dozens of warehouses in this base," replied a soldier, "if you want to use them, that's fine."

"That's great!" chirped Smokescreen, "thanks, pal!"

"Someone help me carry stuff over there," requested Ratchet, "Rust-bucket Prime, follow me."

"Aft," growled Sentinel, "I'll rust-bucket you in a minute."

"Da, please," murmured Optimus.

Optimus and Ironhide picked up the medical equipment before following Ratchet and Sentinel into one of the warehouses.

"Sorry, ma t'sonyu," said Sentinel, "he gets on my nerves, a lot."

"It's all right," replied Optimus.

Optimus and Ironhide set down the medical equipment.

"Alright," announced Ratchet, "now let me get to work."

Optimus and Ironhide stepped outside the warehouse while Ratchet picked out some of the equipment and began repairing Sentinel's arm.

"Those two are going to need alt modes, too," mentioned Ironhide, "Prime."

"I know," agreed Optimus, "and so do the other Autobots."

"How do you plan to seek out the shards anyway?" asked Ironhide.

"The only plan I could think of is to develop the necessary technology that can detect signals from the shards," answered Optimus.

"How are we going to do that?" insisted Ironhide.

"I could enlist Wheeljack for the job," suggested Optimus.

"And blow us up in the process?!" protested Ironhide, "the Cons would laugh."

"I understand your concern, Ironhide," replied Optimus, "I have to admit some of Wheeljack's inventions may have caused us trouble, but at least some of them do us good."

"Sure, they do," remarked Ironhide, "as long as they're being thrown at Decepticons."

"I could ask Sentinel to supervise Wheeljack," proposed Optimus, "but I would probably have to wait until his arm finishes healing."

Just then, Ratchet stepped outside.

"I finished repairing Sentinel's arm," announced Ratchet, "it should take him a few Earth weeks to heal."

"Thank you, Ratchet," smiled Optimus.

Optimus stepped inside the warehouse, where Sentinel was sitting down on one of the trailers that brought them here, his arm in a sling against his chest.

"Are you feeling ok?" Optimus asked softly, concerned.

"I've been better," answered Sentinel, "but I survived far worse."

Optimus sat down next to Sentinel and took out the AllSpark shard from his subspace compartment.

"I have yet to decide where I should store this," mentioned Optimus, "so the Decepticons cannot get their hands on it. I have also been considering developing the technology we can use to track down more of the shards."

"I will hold it for you," suggested Sentinel, "the Cons are least likely to look to me for it."

"Thank you, Sentinel," smiled Optimus.

Optimus handed the shard to Sentinel, who put it in his subspace compartment.

"Now," advised Sentinel, "I think you'd better get some rest, my child. We have much to do. I've got to talk the humans into allowing us to renovate some of these warehouses into a living area for us, since we aren't leaving anytime soon."

"I'll see you in the morning, Da," replied Optimus.


A few weeks have passed since the Autobots crash landed on Earth and got captured by Sector 7. The Autobots scanned Earth's vehicles to use for disguise, and yet they had to sleep in the hangar while in their new alternate modes since their quarters were not ready yet. Well, at least they finished renovating the medical bay with Mearing's permission, and it took several trips to the Ark and back to gather the resources for it.

At the moment, Jazz, Mirage and Smokescreen were busy renovating the living quarters while Ratchet was busy supervising Wheeljack in developing the AllSpark detector. Optimus took Bumblebee, Ironhide, Prowl, Arcee, Chromia and Elita One to patrol for Decepticons and AllSpark shards and Sentinel wandered around the base as he waited for their return. His arm has almost finished healing, and he was feeling less pain. Everything seemed to be peaceful until he saw Sideswipe and Sunstreaker scramble out of the hangar.

"Alright, you two," demanded Sentinel, "what did you do? Who did you irritate now?"

"No one," lied Sideswipe.

"We just found a wasp nest and placed it somewhere else," added Sunstreaker.

"A wasp nest?" paused Sentinel.

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" Mearing shouted from inside the hangar.

Sideswipe and Sunstreaker tried to make a run for it, but Sentinel grabbed both of them with his hands.

"You know," scolded Sentinel, "you two are terrible liars."

Mearing stormed out, eyes glaring at the twins.

"My apologies for their actions, miss," asserted Sentinel, "they will clean it up immediately. Isn't that right, you two?"

"Aw, scrap!" groaned Sideswipe.

"Don't you 'aw scrap' me," barked Sentinel, "I'm not through with you, yet. I heard you two complaining about sleeping in alt mode. So, since you're so eager to have it finished, both of you can help with the renovations. You pull any slag, you answer to me. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sentinel," sighed Sideswipe and Sunstreaker.

Sentinel released the twins, allowing them to head into the hangar.

"Thank you, Sentinel," praised Mearing.

Just then, they heard an explosion from one of the warehouses.

"Not a problem, ma'am," replied Sentinel, "I survived Megatron. That'll be Wheeljack blowing slag up, again."

Wheeljack stepped outside with Ratchet following him.

"Hey, Sentinel," requested Wheeljack, "could you help me with the AllSpark detector? I have a hard time getting it right."

"Of course you have a hard time getting it right," reminded Ratchet, "because you messed it up!"

"Yeah," replied Wheeljack, "well, you could use a hand, too…"

Wheeljack quickly realized that Sentinel was still using one arm.

"Sorry, sir," apologized Wheeljack.

Sentinel didn't say anything, until he noticed the alt modes return. They transformed, revealing Optimus, Ironhide, Bumblebee, Prowl, Arcee, Chromia and Elita One as they sauntered towards the older Prime.

"We found no signs of Decepticons," reported Arcee.

"Maybe they're either not here yet," added Elita, "or they're somewhere else on this planet."

"Or, preferably," suggested Ironhide, "they crashed and died."

Some of the Autobots nodded and murmured in agreement. However…

"That still doesn't mean we should let our guard down," reminded Optimus.

"Sentinel," asked Ratchet, "how's your arm?"

"I think it's fine," answered Sentinel, "but there's a reason you're the medical officer and I'm not, so maybe you should have a look; just to be sure."

Ratchet carefully inspected Sentinel's arm.

"He's gotten so much better," said Ratchet, "but I still don't want him using it just yet."

"I take it we also won't be looking for shards yet," replied Sentinel, "since Wheeljack apparently blew up the detector."

"We will settle for searching nearby," suggested Optimus, "the humans' technology, though primitive, is good enough for that. That will give us time to create a decent detector, as well as determine the whereabouts and activities of the Decepticons."

"Let's hope they think we're dead," proclaimed Sentinel, "that way, they won't look for us. Hey, maybe they don't even know the AllSpark shattered, and they won't be looking for the shards."

"Sure," commented Ratchet, "and I'm a Seeker."

"I can hope," sighed Sentinel, "can't I?"


Meanwhile, the Nemesis hovered above the wrecked Ark. Soundwave and Megatron stood on the deck while waiting for Starscream, Thundercracker, Skywarp and Blitzwing to return. After a while, the Decepticon jets flew back to the deck and approached the Decepticon leader.

"We found no sign of the Autobots," reported Starscream.

"Not even their bodies?" asked Megatron.

"Nope," answered Blitzwing, "the Ark seemed…empty."

"So," muttered Megatron, "even the old one survived."

"So what should we do?" asked Thundercracker.

"We track down the Autobots," declared Megatron, "and find out whatever their schemes are."


After getting off her shift at GameStop, a young woman hopped into a taxi and requested the driver to take her home. During the ride, she heard her smart phone ringing, prompting her to answer it.

"Hey, Bailey," sang the caller over the phone, "it's me, Clayton. How was your day?"

"Same old as always," replied Bailey.

"Are you going to continue your Let's Play of Assassin's Creed 3?" asked Clayton over the phone.

"You bet I am," answered Bailey, "did you find the next hentai anime you're going to review?"

"Yeah, I was about to poke fun at Oni Chichi Rebuild," responded Clayton over the phone.

"Go ahead," nodded Bailey.

"Thanks, Bailey!" smiled Clayton over the phone, "I'll talk to you later."

"Bye," chirped Bailey.

Bailey hung up and put away her smart phone. She pulled out her headphones and her mp3 player and listened to a couple Shikata Akiko songs. Soon, the taxi arrived at an apartment building.

"Ok, miss," announced the taxi driver, "we're here."

Bailey put away her headphones and mp3 player before hopping out of the taxi. She pulled out her wallet and handed the taxi driver some cash.

"Will this be enough?" asked Bailey.

"Yeah, it's enough," answered the taxi driver, "have a good day."

The taxi drove away as Bailey ambled towards the apartment building. Once inside the building, she came across one of her neighbors.

"Hello," smiled the neighbor, "how are you doing?"

"Just fine," replied Bailey.

"Say," asked the neighbor, "did you hear that a spacecraft crashed outside Virginia Beach a few weeks ago?"

"You mean aliens?" commented Bailey, "that's bullshit!"

"What," teased the neighbor, "you don't believe in aliens?"

"I thought they only exist in movies," objected Bailey, "and I'll bet that Roswell event was just a conspiracy."

"You keep telling yourself that," warned the neighbor, "you'll never know until an alien pops at your door. Now if you'll excuse me, I must be going."

Without saying anything further, the neighbor sauntered by. Bailey continued her trek until she was finally in her apartment. It was small and there were still boxes around the room. Apparently, she hasn't completely settled in yet. After grabbing a small package of Ritz crackers, she turned on her PS3 and loaded a game disk into the console. She then turned on her computer as the game loaded and after loading her save file, she began recording.

"Hello, viewers," sang Bailey, "and welcome back to Let's Play Assassin's Creed 3."


Meanwhile, Sentinel, Optimus, Prowl, Ironhide, Bumblebee, Smokescreen, Jazz, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Arcee, Chromia and Elita One drove through the city, looking for AllSpark shards. So far, they only found a few of them. Maybe this could be their lucky day. But then, Sentinel checked his radar and noticed a Decepticon presence somewhere in the city. He led Optimus and Ironhide to a secluded place, where they transformed into their robot modes.

"Optimus, Ironhide," requested Sentinel, "I need you two to alert the others. There's a Con nearby. My energon signature will mask that of the shards, but I need a diversion so I can get them back to base."

"I'll show him my cannons!" bellowed Ironhide, arming his cannons.

"Great," warned Sentinel, "but be careful. I'm only picking up one, but you know how Cons are."

"Where there is one," muttered Optimus, "there are always more."

Just as Optimus finished his sentence, Blitzwing flew out of the sky, transformed into his robot mode and landed right behind them.

"I'm rather surprised that you Autobots survived," hissed Blitzwing, "you're supposed to be dead!"

Sentinel, Optimus and Ironhide turned around.

"We thought the same about you," snarled Sentinel, "Decepti-scum!"

Blitzwing prepared his cannon, but Ironhide quickly shot at the Decepticon, forcing him to dodge it. Sentinel seized this chance by transforming into his alternate mode and speeding away.

"Hahahaha," cackled Blitzwing, "you Autobots are so predictable. Old Man Prime must be hiding something. And if an Autobot is hiding it, Megatron will want it. Seeya!"

Blitzwing transformed and flew after the Rosenbauer Panther. Sentinel turned his rear view mirror until he saw his pursuer.

"Scrap!" growled Sentinel.

Thinking fast, he veered off the road and sped into an underground train tunnel.

"Wheels beats wings down here," Sentinel told himself.

But then, he quickly realized there was an incoming train, forcing him to drive out of the way. Fortunately, the train missed and he continued to drive through the tunnel.

Back outside, Optimus, Ironhide, Prowl, Bumblebee, Smokescreen, Jazz, Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Arcee, Chromia and Elita One gathered just at the edge of a suburb.

"There's Cons here?" warbled Arcee, "great, just what we need!"

"Yeah," nodded Ironhide, "but it's just Blitzwing, no one important."

"Wrong," corrected Chromia, "Bonecrusher is in a construction site. He didn't see us, though."

"Hey," asked Sunstreaker, "where's Sentinel? We got some shards for him."

"I believe he went that way," answered Optimus, pointing in a direction.

Just as he spoke, a pair of fighter jets, flying rather low, streaked past in the direction Optimus pointed.

"Oh, frag," muttered Ironhide, "they're going after Sentinel!"

"Autobots," commanded Optimus, "roll out!"

Optimus and the other Autobots transformed into their alternate modes and drove in the direction Optimus pointed, determined to reach Sentinel before the Decepticons do.

Sentinel made it out of the tunnel, only to find that he is being pursued by Decepticon jets.

"Slag," muttered Sentinel.


Nasutn'on - father

T'sonyu - son

T'alnyon - brother