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The high-pitched scream of incoming Decepticon jets tore through the air. In an instant, Ironhide's combat protocols took over. With a speed that defied his immense size, his massive metal palm swooped down and enveloped Aidan, his fingers forming a protective cage. He then launched himself sideways in a powerful roll, tucking his body around the fragile human.
A moment later, a missile trailing a plume of white smoke slammed directly into the military helicopter that had just landed, engulfing it in a blinding white flash. The deafening roar of the explosion ripped the air apart, and a wave of intense heat and concussive force washed over them.
Boom, thump, thump… Ironhide's heavy body rolled several times across the manicured lawn, his chassis absorbing the shrapnel and the shockwave. The wreckage of the helicopter burned fiercely, black smoke pouring into the clear blue sky.
"Boy, hurry up and get out of here with the cube!" Ironhide grunted, his voice box crackling with static. Glowing blue Energon leaked from several deep gashes in his twisted metal plates. He carefully opened his hand, placing Aidan on the ground before turning to face the new threat. The F-22 Raptor from the sky above had transformed, and the treacherous form of Starscream now stood before them.
"It doesn't matter," Aidan said, coming to stand beside the injured Autobot. "You need to recover. I will block them for a while."
"Human, since you are looking for death, you will be destroyed along with him!" Starscream shrieked, running forward, its palm transforming into a wicked, spear-like weapon.
"No, kid, get out of here!" Ironhide roared. "The AllSpark can't be taken by them!"
Aidan ignored him. He planted his feet, drew a deep breath, and began to weave his hands through the air, his fingers tracing complex, glowing runes. "By the Shield of the Seraphim," he chanted, his voice a low, resonant hum. A small, shimmering, orange mandala of intersecting geometric patterns formed in front of him.
Starscream, seeing the strange, tiny shield, scoffed and thrust its spear forward, expecting to shatter the human's pathetic defense.
At the last moment, Aidan slammed his palms forward. The small magic circle exploded in size, becoming a massive, translucent golden shield that blocked Starscream's attack completely.
BANG! The Decepticon's spear struck the shield with immense force, sending a shower of golden sparks into the air. "What is this?" Starscream shrieked, stumbling back a step as it stared at the impossible energy barrier.
"Magic," Aidan said indifferently, before dispersing the shield. But internally, he was scowling. The dimensional pathways in this universe are too rigid. The Vishanti barely hear my call. The energy I can borrow is a trickle, not a flood. The shield had taken almost all his concentration to maintain for a single blow. He had no desire to waste a blade that could cut through dimensions, like the Sword of the Vishanti, on these mere "iron sheets."
Starscream, apprehensive of this unknown power and true to his cowardly nature, hesitated, not daring to rush in again. That hesitation was all the opening they needed. With a roar of a massive engine and the triumphant blast of a horn, Optimus Prime, in his full robot mode, slammed into Megatron, who had just landed nearby. The all-out brawl had begun.
The golf course became a battlefield of titans. Optimus and Megatron were a clash of gods, their powerful blows shaking the earth. Ironhide, quickly recovering, rejoined the fray, his cannons blazing. All around them, the quiet suburb was being torn apart by the chaos of their ancient war.
Aidan, however, had already achieved his objective. He ignored the fighting robots entirely and turned his attention to his own escape. He held his hands out, the AllSpark humming in one, and began to trace a circle in the air. The familiar orange sparks sputtered and died. The rules are different here, he realized. My standard code doesn't work.
He looked around, his eyes landing on a piece of glowing, blue Cybertronian wreckage from the destroyed helicopter. Their technology… it resonates on a different frequency. It's already halfway between dimensions. He rushed over, grabbed the piece of metal, and began his incantation again, this time weaving the orange, mystical energy into the blue, technological energy of the alien alloy.
The space in front of him began to shimmer. A silver line appeared, then cracked open. Finally, a jagged, unstable tear in reality formed—a silver-white, mechanical portal lined with shifting, geometric code. It was a perfect fusion of his two greatest talents.
"Beautiful!" he exclaimed excitedly. "I'm leaving first! I'll have a chance to meet you again, Ironhide!" he shouted to the battling Autobot, then turned and stepped through the portal.
"Wait, wait!" Sam Witwicky and his girlfriend, Mikaela, who had finally made their way across the battlefield, shouted as they saw him leaving.
But as Aidan stepped through, the mechanical portal snapped shut, vanishing without a trace. The two teenagers jumped at the empty space, a look of utter bewilderment on their faces.
The fighting stopped. The giant robots, both Autobot and Decepticon, paused their war, staring in stunned silence at the spot where the AllSpark, the source of all their life, had just disappeared.
"NO! WHAT IS THIS?" Megatron roared, his desperation turning to pure fury.
"Ironhide! Optimus! You two idiots!" the Autobot medic, Ratchet, yelled over the comms. "After centuries of war, you let the source of all our life get stolen by a local organic with parlor tricks!"
"I don't know who he was," Ironhide grumbled, stomping his foot angrily. "But he said he was a scientist! I still wanted him to give me a makeover! He left me and ran away!"
Megatron, seeing that the AllSpark was gone, was about to turn and retreat. But at that moment, the sky filled with the roar of jet engines. The US Air Force had arrived. F-22 Raptors screamed overhead, their missiles streaking down and exploding against the distracted Decepticons.
"Autobots, attack!" Optimus Prime commanded, and the renewed battle was joined. Starscream, seeing that the situation was hopeless, transformed and fled into space. Megatron, however, caught between the full force of the Autobots and the human military, was overwhelmed. He was beaten into a state of near-death, and finally, captured.