June 16th, 2026. 8:00 PM

The Mojave Desert was quiet during the peak of night. Not a sound, or a peep was to be made. It was all quiet, with only the sounds of the crickets and the creatures of the night. But it wasn't all silence. Because in the Mojave desert, was a locked up and tight military silo. Protected by barbed wire and fences, so no trespassers could enter.

Inside the silo was another story. Only small dim lights were around the room, barely making any visible light possible. But there were many people inside. Most of them inside were in armored suits with big white masks to cover up their faces, which also had white puffed up crests sticking out in the back of their heads.

Only one person in the room stood out. A small middle-school aged adolescent, no bigger than the military men stood with them. Light black skin with a white puffed up mohawk, with black pants and shirt, underneath a biker jacket.

"How long is this operation going to take, cause she's not going to be standing up if she doesn't get any surgery done now!" The kid shouted.

"Grubber, relax."

"Yo man, I'm not gonna relax, you know she's all I got, and she's--"

"Grubber!" The soldier yelled. "She is going to be fine, I promise. Did you call the Storm Boss?"

"Yeah, he said he'd be here in about an hour or so." Grubber shrugged.

"Just relax and stay calm. She's going to be fine." The man said. He walked over the side and he opened up a small fridge. "I was gonna give you this later but, I think you need something to hold you over."

The man revealed what he had in his hands. And what he had was a small chocolate whoopie pie with cream filling. "Some sweets to hold you over."

Grubber stopped talking as his eyes locked onto the desert in front of him. "... Okay, that should keep me distracted for a bit."

The man simply gave him the dessert while he went back to work with the others. All of them were gathered together near a big computer that had a bright light, which was hooked up to some more heavy duty equipment.

Some of the soldiers moved their eyes to the right side of them, facing the giant machine that was against the wall, hooked with several tubes and wires. A big machine. A bipedal figure that was limp against a wall, standing in place. The figure supposedly was supposed to be blends of red and turquoise, with a few hints of gray. But most of the color had been faded, and it was heavily scratched, dented, and hacked apart like it went through a shredder. The men put it back together as best as they could from the remains of a smelter's yard, although trying to get the head's terrified expression of death was a bit difficult.

"You think the donor's going to work?"

"It should. If nothing else..."

The man behind the computer started typing, beginning a power flow. Blue fluid flowed from several tubes that were connected, and were flowing straight into the biped. Then several ounces of electricity began to zap and surge throughout the biped.

"Its not working! Increase to maximum power!"

"Sir, if we do then--"

"Don't and we won't have her back. Now!!"

The man just sighed and did was he was ordered to do. He typed more controls into the keypad and hit the control as hard as he could. This operation had to work, or else, their patient would die very slowly.

As more electricity sparks began to dance around the robot, the computer systems began to beep more and more rapidly than ever. The power that was surging in the biped was almost too much for it to take. The gauges were flipping erratically, more sparks began to dance and start stinging the grounds around them, and the lights in the ceiling were getting increasingly brighter. And the noise, oh the noise! It was only increasing with everything else that was about to explode under the sheer stress of the power.

In seconds, all of the bulbs in the silo began to shatter into glass, machines began to overload and explode, and the laptops began to surge and fry out.

"Its overheating!" One of the men yelled.

All of them stepped back, bracing for an inevitable explosion, but thankfully, no explosion was to be found. The electricity in the machine began to die down, slowly bringing the whining noise down to just a crisp.

Everyone looked back at the biped for a movement, any signs of life or even a twitch. Nothing. Not a sound, or a gear turning in the machine.

The men sighed.

"Storm Boss is not going to be happy when he founds out..."

But then, something happened. The biped began to twitch. The phalanges began to twitch and shake a bit, until they were slowly starting to move. The head that was leering down, slowly moved up. The one eye that was broken and the other that was together began to hum with energy. A solid color of blue glowed in the optics of the biped, and they looked down to the men below.

"Its great to have you back, mistress."

The robot's hand moved up and looked at its hand.

"W-What have you done?" She asked.

"What we needed to do, in order to save you Tempest." The man finished. "It was all we could do to save your body."

"I suggested going to a hospital, but noooo, you said it wouldn't work!" Grubber yelled.

"We're the most wanted organization already, we couldn't take her where our presence would be known!" The man yelled back.

Tempest looked down at the robotic arm that she now controlled. "I'm... one of them now."

"It was all we could do Tempest."

Tempest looked down at the entire exoskeleton that she controlled, and a small little smirk crept on her face.

"A perfect meld of man and machine... and now I'm one of them." Tempest said.

Slowly but surely, she started to walk from off the wall she was leaned against, and the pipes connected to her body popped right off, billowing smoke from within.

"Thank you for your dedication to revive me," Tempest said as she walked towards them. She looked down upon them, but then a heavy scowl lingered on her lips. "But your services are no longer required..."

Gun barrels equipped from the body, and all of them pointed at the soldiers. Their fate had been chosen for them.

All that would be heard outside was the sounds of Tempest firing upon the soldiers, and all of the equipment inside the silo. Only bright flashes of the explosions were visible to anyone within eyesight, and smoke erupted from within the building.

In the smoke, Tempest slowly stomped out, panting heavily from all of her rage, dragging several shards behind her which fell off her body. No one survived her wrath, and virtually no one could have. The only person who came out of that building besides Tempest was little Grubber who was still in shock from watching Tempest make her strike.

"So... does this mean we're not gonna go see the Storm Boss?" Grubber asked.

The mech's face snarled and growled some more until it sighed and Tempest's body fell down onto her behind, down on the ground. Grubber blinked and waited for a reply. No reply. Checking that she was still alive, he slowly jogged up and stood next to her, and looked back up at the mech's face that no doubt was projecting her own emotions. Tempest just sat there, alone in her thoughts, trying to cope with the reality of the situation. She was on life support, within an Autobot. No probability of living if any of the wires or other coils got removed. Nothing more than a piece of flesh in a robots body.

"Tempest? I'm... I'm sorry you're stuck in that body. That wasn't my idea by the way but... I'm just glad you're alive. Besides, you've got a whole new battle suit, no one's gonna stand up to you! You are one big mean machine!" Grubber said with a hint of optimism.

Tempest just sighed and looked off into the night sky, facing the moon.

"Those... machines are responsible for me being in this state. Its because of them, I'm now permanently stuck in this walking scrapile..." Tempest huffed.

"I think the word you're looking for is Autobots, is what they called em." Grubber interjected.

"I could care less of their name." Tempest scowled. "They're all alike, they're the reason I'm permanently in this body, and its our own organization that saw to it that I remained on life support in this body! Well, no more. The Storm Boss isn't going to be meeting us... Because we'll be long gone by then."

Grubber raised a hand up. "Where are we going?"

Tempest raised a brow as she stared down at Grubber. He was pretty much a pint-size compared to her new size.

"Right, dumb question. I just thought I'd ask since, well you uh... you kinda... you kinda killed all of those guys. I was thinking maybe you and I could flee, maybe find a better place to stay. Why not California, its pretty dang hot this time of the year!"

Tempest still kept her attention towards Grubber. But somewhere in the air, she heard a noise. A new noise. Something she could swear she could make out...

Tempest...

"What?" Tempest asked, focusing on the voice who called for her.

Grubber blinked. "I uh... I said maybe we could--"

"--Shut up."

"Shutting up!" Grubber cupped his mouth.

Tempest raised her head, and she heard the voice again.

Tempest...

Tempest sighed, then she looked to Grubber, not seeing the source. "We're going far away from any Storm organizations of any kind. Grubber, pack your things, and pack whatever food you can salvage. My body may be on life support in this donor, but I still require sustenance."

Grubber nodded. "Right away! Just uh... just sit here, I'll be right back. Won't take long!"

Grubber quickly ran back inside, going to grab whatever belongings he had in the building. And probably some sweets for the trip. Standing back up, she looked to her surroundings for the voice.

"Tempest..."

Her head raised up, and looked to her left side. Nothing. Then to her right. Nothing. She just tilted her head back down, waiting for Grubber to get his belongings.

"Tempest..."

She jolted and stood back up on her feet, standing in a fighting position.

"Tempest Shadow. Call not to your sibling, I speak only to you and you alone."

She wiggled her head around and prayed the voice was only a hallucination, just a figurative of her imagination. But like gusts in the wind, a specter of light began to form in front of her. A single black mask with blue neon in the eye holes presmably, and a pair of horns jolting from the top. A face which resembled much like the insignias of the 'Decepticons' she knew existed with the Autobots.

"Who are you?" Tempest asked, still not removing her fighting position.

"I am Megatronus. I was the first Decepticon, responsible for the start of the war with the Autobots..." the ghost replied. "But now I remain trapped here in this realm, unable to escape."

"You caused the war... you brought this onto my home. So why are you talking to me?" Tempest asked.

"Because I know you and I share similar views. You despise our kind as a whole, and so do I. While I don't wish for our extinction, I understand your distaste for all of us. Even more so with all of us bringing the war to Earth."

Tempest's body slowly eased up from her fighting pose, and she started to relax a bit.

"Go on..."

"I want out of this realm more than ever, and I know you want all of us off your planet. I never intended for our war to go onto your home... which is why I think we could work together, you and I. All I ask is for you to help me and my Decepticon kind to get off this planet, and we will leave you and your Earthlings alone."

Tempest sneered. "What do I get in return?"

"All of us finally off this planet to leave you all alone. We'll take our war elsewhere... and I understand you are a living tissue underneath that Autobot body. Help me, and I may be able to restore you back to health. Without life support."

Tempest looked at Megatronus's face for a few moments, and still kept a neutral expression.

"Very well." Tempest said. "But if I'm going to get you free, you will need to give me clear instructions on what it is that you want."

Megatronus didn't show any signs of emotion under that mask, but he still gave her his undivided attention.

"Its very simple, my dear. But first thing's first. You will need a pack to command. There should be plenty of stranded Decepticons here on this planet. They can follow your orders, and give you a less than bulky build of a husk."

"And then what?" Tempest asked.

"You will be given more instructions once your first objectives have been completed. When you get your pack, and a new form, then I will provide you with more. I will see you again..."

The specter of light vanished from in front of her, leaving Tempest by herself again.

"Tempest!"

Tempest looked back and found Grubber standing with a few packed bags and containers.

"Who were you talking to out here?" Grubber asked raising a brow.

Tempest blinked. "Someone who will help us... Now load up the bags into this machine. Now if this husk has a bigger alternate form..."

She stood back a few feet, and the entire body began to transform, forming itself into a green and red fire truck. So Grubber quickly grabbed the few bags he had and made a turn around to go for the shotgun seat. The door opened up and Grubber tossed the bags inside. Once they were in, Grubber got in and buckled up. He glanced to the driver side and gasped.

Tempest Shadow herself was in the driving seat, and all around her was tons of electronic equipment, and tubes and wires dug into her dark purple body. Her red hair stayed puffed up, pointed to the back of her head, and a scar ran down the side of her eye.

"Tempest, you uh.. you've got uh..."

Tempest snarled. "What?"

Grubber gulped. "I was just saying there's actually a little speck of dirt on the side of your face."

Tempest looked up in the rear-view mirror and indeed there was. She simply flecked the speck off of herself, and looked through the cabin. The engine of the firetruck started up, and all of the lights and machines inside hummed.

"So, where are we gonna go?" Grubber asked.

Tempest gave a light sneer as she looked ahead in front of her.

"We're going to find some friends who will help us... Decepticons."

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And so it begins folks! The first chapter in the final story of Equestria Girls In Disguise. Feel free to give me your thoughts and I hope you enjoy what will happen!