"Everyone is so busy!" Amon observed, a smile playing on his lips as his clones chattered around him.
"Main body, you are here," one of them stated, its form flickering slightly.
"Since the real body is here, I shall leave," another announced, already beginning to dissolve into motes of light.
"I'll be taking that red sports car later," a third declared. "I designed it myself, and I've even got the weapons ready!"
"You actually picked that one? I want the orange helicopter. I made the propellers specially, using a great deal of my Adamantium."
The clones continued to bicker and express their opinions, their voices overlapping in a cacophony of identical tones. Seeing this, Amon simply smiled, reached his right hand into the void, and pulled forth the Allspark.
"You'd all better watch your cars," he warned, a mischievous glint in his eye.
Amon twisted the cube, and as the Allspark rotated, streams of pure, life-giving energy were drawn out of it, flying toward the assembled vehicles. After the Allspark's energy entered each machine, they began to transform rapidly, their chassis shifting and reconfiguring until all of them stood as humanoid Transformers.
They all looked at Amon, who was holding the glowing Allspark, and shouted in unison, their voices a chorus of newly-born sentience, "Thank you, Mecha-King, for the gift of life!"
The corners of the clone Klein's mouth twitched. He hadn't expected that his original body had such a corny sense of humor as to set himself up as the "King of Robot Wars."
"Haha, okay," Amon laughed. "You guys are going to be the Motorcycle Tribe from now on. Now, I'm going to divide you into teams according to your vehicle types."
Amon stroked his chin thoughtfully and came to a red sports car. The new Transformer had white cloud and flame patterns on its body and was holding a massive, glaive-like weapon. "It's fitting," Amon declared. "You'll be called Thunderbolt, the captain of the sports cars."
Arriving in front of a blue and white police car, he announced, "You are called Vanguard, the captain of the police cars."
"Your name is Hot Wheels, and you are the captain of the motorcycle team."
"Your name is Li Batian, and you are the captain of the bulldozers and steamrollers."
"Your name is Shockwave, and you're the captain of the off-road vehicles."
"Your name is Tornado, and you're the captain of the helicopters."
"Your name is Supersonic, and you're the captain of the fighter jets."
One by one, Amon selected captains for each type of vehicle.
"Okay," he said, his voice ringing with authority. "Your next task is to leave here and develop your own power. This is for you."
Amon tapped the Allspark in his hand, and it broke apart into small, glowing pieces, which then quickly reassembled in the air, forming eight palm-sized tokens. Amon took one for himself, and the remaining seven flew into the hands of the seven new captains.
"These are called Energy Tokens," Amon explained. "They can be used to develop your members and are also a symbol of your status. As for their other functions, you can explore them on your own!"
"Thank you, Mecha-War King!" the new leaders of the Motorcycle Tribe shouted in unison.
In a secret HYDRA base hidden deep within S.H.I.E.L.D., Crossbones, Brock Rumlow, who had managed to sneak out of the Hoover Dam base, was reporting on his mission to a blond, older man. This man was Alexander Pierce, the former director of S.H.I.E.L.D., the current Minister of the World Security Council, a high-ranking head of HYDRA, and the leader of all HYDRA agents within S.H.I.E.L.D.
"I'm aware of the situation you're talking about. Nick Fury has already uploaded the intelligence. Your next mission is to approach Tony Stark and get more information about the aliens from him."
Pierce was sitting in his large office chair, giving tasks to Crossbones. At that moment, there was a loud crash from outside. A large hole appeared in the ceiling of the office, and a huge metal arm grabbed the edge of the hole and tore the ceiling apart as if it were paper. A giant, glowing red metal eye looked through the huge crack at Pierce and Crossbones in the office.
"Human," a deep, menacing voice boomed, "I am giving you a chance to work with the great Decepticons."
The visitor was none other than Megatron, the leader of the Decepticons. He had been in hiding since he was defeated by JARVIS and Optimus Prime, sending out scout Decepticons to look for potential partners in human society. Eventually, they had found Pierce, the Minister of the World Security Council. After further investigation, the Decepticons had discovered that Alexander Pierce was not what he seemed. He was, in fact, the leader of the supposedly destroyed HYDRA, an ambitious man who was a prime target for exploitation.
"You are the alien that was trapped in the ice. Why do you want to cooperate with me?" Pierce asked back with forced composure, not getting up from his chair, though his voice was clearly trembling. He glanced at Crossbones and found that he had already run to the door and was staring up at the giant robot, a tense, fearful look on his face.
"What a waste," Pierce cursed inwardly. He hadn't expected Crossbones to simply abandon him, his boss, and try to run off on his own.
"Human, I know you are not a good man," Megatron's oppressive voice echoed in the office, making it difficult for Pierce to look him in the eye. "You are part of an organization hidden in the dark side of human society. I believe you would be happy to cooperate with us to establish a new world order."
"What are we going to do?" Pierce asked reluctantly, having already tacitly agreed to cooperate.
Megatron pushed down the entire wall and clapped his massive metal hands together. "Very good. You are a man who understands the current situation. The Allspark, which belongs to us Decepticons, was stolen by the Autobots and is now being kept by a man named Tony Stark. I need your cooperation to take it back."
"Okay, sure. We can slowly study the plan. After all, Tony Stark has the help of those Autobots and S.H.I.E.L.D., so it will be difficult for him to accomplish this head-on." Pierce quickly agreed, but what he was actually thinking was, It was clearly your people who broke into my base, causing the Allspark to be taken away, and you almost killed all the HYDRA agents in the base, while not many of the real S.H.I.E.L.D. agents died. And now you have the gall to come to me for cooperation? How shameless can you be?
"Very good. In that case, I wish us a pleasant cooperation. They will supervise you for me and be responsible for our communication." Megatron finished speaking and stretched out his arm. A Decepticon with the appearance of a scorpion crawled over and landed on Pierce's right hand, quickly transforming into a sleek, metallic watch.
Immediately afterward, a severe, agonizing pain began to stimulate Pierce's nerves, as if the very bones in his body were being drilled with an electric drill. He immediately fell off his chair and began to roll on the ground in agony.
Soon, the pain disappeared, and Pierce gasped for breath on the ground. A metal arm came over and helped him up. This was a Decepticon who was slightly taller than a normal human. Then, in front of Pierce's shocked eyes, it transformed from a mechanical life form into a beautiful blonde woman.
The blonde woman said with a seemingly kind smile, "Minister Pierce, from now on, I will be responsible for your communication with Lord Megatron."
Pierce raised his right wrist, a grim expression on his face. "What is going on here?"
The blonde Cybertronian laughed. "Hehe, this is used to monitor you. Once you have any... unfavorable... thoughts about Lord Megatron, you will feel a pain deep in your very bones. I hope you can control yourself."
Hearing this, Pierce's expression became even uglier. Then, without any warning, he fell to his knees again, rolling around in excruciating pain.
"Minister Pierce," the blonde Cybertronian beauty's voice became cold and emotionless, "you're thinking bad things again."