Author's note: [I'm using a different translator, I'd like your opinion on whether I should keep it or not.]
A bus was driving along a desert road in the heat of over 30 degrees Celsius. The bus driver was drenched in sweat, transporting only one person who promised him a large amount of money.
After almost 4 hours of traveling, the bus stopped in front of a large abandoned junkyard. The driver stretched his arms and looked back to see his only passenger sleeping peacefully. "Hey, wake up! We're here."
Hearing the driver's voice, Lux opened his blue eyes, which shone for a moment. He stood up and took a bag of money he created to give to the driver.
"50 thousand dollars as agreed." I hand over the bag of money and get off the bus, finally seeing the junkyard.
The driver, after checking the money, gave a big, greedy smile. "It was a pleasure doing business with you." The driver started his vehicle and drove off, leaving Lux behind.
"Now it's time to find something worthy of being my new car." I go through the rusty gate, seeing hundreds of parts and abandoned cars.
I could have just bought a new car, but to be honest, I've always been content to fix things and modify them to my own taste. I couldn't help but cry fake tears when I remembered how my beloved car had turned into pancakes.
I was starting to get bored after 2 hours looking for a car that I liked. I know I should invest my time to have a simple and discreet car, but to be quite honest, after thousands of years of getting around with horses, it ends up being a bit boring and painful for the back.
My thoughts were interrupted when I looked to the right and saw a very rare car to see in a place like this, without engine and wheels.
"A Dodge Viper... who in their right mind would abandon this beast here?" I was outraged that someone would discard this type of car. In my opinion, it was a muscle car with a certain charm and grandeur that you don't see in any car of its class. "Humph. Nothing that a good renovation can't bring this monster back to life."
I grabbed the front of the car and used my superhuman strength to pull what was left of its frame into a shed so I could at least work without the bother of the scorching sun. When I finally positioned it, I let the energy of the Allspark flow into my hands, taking the utmost care not to accidentally create a humanoid robot or anything else with paws and eyes.
I learned that the Allspark's radiation, or rather its energy, is very sensitive to objects, so over time I understood that I only need to use a very insignificant and imperceptible amount to create something without the risk of creating life from scratch.
Another way to prevent accidentally creating a life is to create the pieces separately, just replicating the real ones. This of course made my workload increase, but it was the same as putting together a puzzle. Since it was very easy to put something together this way, it made things very fun as a pastime.
After 4 hours of assembly, I had finished the renovation, only needing to paint the car, but as it was well polished, its shiny metallic appearance was already quite interesting.
Luckily I found an old automotive spray gun, but I had to think hard about what color would at least match the look of my new car. After 20 minutes of thinking, I had a picture in my head of what I wanted the final result to look like, and after a few hours, I was successful.
The restored Viper was painted silver-gray with two black stripes running down the center, from the hood to the rear. The car had a large black spoiler that contrasted with the paint. The car's wheels were gold, accompanied by all-black tires.
After contemplating the car repair, I felt relieved and wasted no time in finally listening to the sound of the engine. When I pressed the ignition button, the engine roared as if there was a tiger under the engine.
"Oh, yeah." I stepped on the accelerator, making the car almost throw me back from the seat due to the unexpected power. "Indeed, not just anyone can drive this car. Let's see how fast you are!" The car seemed like lightning and even faster than my last car; this was also having support from the energon that I transplanted as adapted fuel.
"It's time to test this new mechanism I've been working on for the past few years." I pressed a button on my steering wheel, making my car sound a deck louder. "I hope it doesn't explode this time."
I feel a slight tremor in the steering wheel, and rays of various colors run through my car, making the sound of the engine even louder. At least 100 meters away from me, a portal appears, and I accelerate towards it with the coordinates already established in a random region of Europe.
As I crossed to the other side of the portal, the scorching desert atmosphere disappeared to be replaced by a much more pleasant climate. As I looked around, I noticed that I was in a grassy area with a few small trees around. In front of me was a Greek monument of an ancient temple; fortunately, I knew what the structure was. I was in front of the great Temple of Zeus, one of the main tourist attractions in Greece.
"I need to calibrate the teleportation system; soon I'll be able to save on airfare." I put my hands on my waist proudly. "It will be impossible for me to be found or get involved in this stupid war, unless I'm very unlucky."
***
A few hours later...
A stealth and espionage drone flew silently through the night, its radar scanning for all sorts of mysterious energy signals. Unlike the government-run drones, this one bore the symbol of an alien faction.
When the drone's radar detected a frivolous singular energy signal, it descended toward a junkyard; however, before hitting the ground, the drone showed its true form in a transformation, falling to the ground with skill and a bit of grandeur.
Soundwave observed his surroundings, studying any suspicious movement, regardless of whether it was human or Cybertronian. His face simulated a radar, searching for any more relevant sign of energy.
He walked through the abandoned place, checking every possible detail, noticing a few minutes later traces of human footprints in the place, which were recent in his opinion.
Soundwave approached the old warehouse and scanned it, but found nothing of interest at first glance. Until he increased the sensitivity of his sensors to maximum, he finally saw traces of radiation coming from a very unusual energy. As he suspected, he detected the same energy signal from before at the place where the Autobot Cliffjumper was captured.
He noticed that the radiation was slowly dissipating into the air as if it had never existed, disappearing completely within minutes of detection, which was quite unusual, but he now had a baseline for tracking this energy if he were ever near this possible anomaly again.
Soundwave is an extremely perfectionist Decepticon and has always prioritized the most feasible results over Megatron's success, but he was genuinely curious, as if this energy was somehow familiar, unable to remember where this feeling came from.