I’m Star-Lord (SW Xover)

C184 Autobots Arrive!

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Peter wiped the sweat from his brow, breathing heavily as the intense training session with Revan came to a close. The ghostly Sith Lord hovered before him, his cold red eyes glowing in the dim light of the hidden chamber.

“You’ve improved,” Revan admitted, though his tone was far from warm. “But you’re still letting yourself be distracted. Focus more, or you’ll never reach your full potential.”

Peter smirked, rolling his shoulders to release the tension that had built up during the session. “Thanks for the vote of confidence, Master.”

Revan simply gave him a cold look before disappearing into the shadows, his spectral form fading away as the training session officially ended. 

Peter stretched, ready to finally take a break from the chaos of the day when, suddenly, Alfred’s disembodied voice echoed through the chamber.

“Master Peter, I must inform you of an urgent matter,” Alfred began, his tone calm but laced with urgency. “There is a Decepticon attack in progress at Sector 7. The facility is under siege.”

Peter’s eyes widened, adrenaline instantly surging through him. But before he could respond, Peggy’s voice cut in, sounding irritated. “Peter, did you have this thing spying on me?” she snapped, her tone sharp with annoyance. “I didn’t expect you to start keeping tabs on me...”

Alfred’s calm response followed. “I apologize, Miss Carter, but this situation requires immediate attention. I believe informing Master Peter was necessary, given the gravity of the situation.”

Peggy huffed, clearly not pleased with the AI’s intrusion, but she knew now wasn’t the time to argue. “Fine, we’ll deal with this later. Peter, get ready. We need to move. The Decepticons have found Sector 7. They must think the AllSpark is still there.”

Peter nodded, already preparing to leave. “Alfred,” he said, his voice commanding, “alert everyone in the Red Room. Tell them what’s happening and give them the location. We need to mobilize immediately.”

“Understood, sir,” Alfred responded promptly, his voice fading from the chamber.

“And Peggy,” he added, “I don’t know what happened with Alfred, but I’ll look into it when we get back. It sounds like we forgot to add privacy features, which is easily fixable. I would never spy on you…”

“I…” Peggy fell silent, her words trailing off into a heavy pause.

…

As Peter made his way toward the hangar, his mind raced. Entering the hangar, he scanned the area, looking for Bee. But to his surprise, the yellow Autobot was nowhere to be seen. 

Peter frowned, his thoughts momentarily shifting. “Where did he go?” he muttered under his breath, his concern growing.

There was no time to dwell on it, though. The Decepticons were attacking, and he couldn’t wait any longer.

With a sigh, Peter turned and joined the others already gathering in the hangar. The Jedi ships were being prepped for takeoff, and within minutes, they’d be heading toward the Hoover Dam...

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Hoover Dam…

The assault on Sector 7 was nothing short of a massacre.

The Decepticons, led by Megatron, tore through the facility with brutal efficiency. Secured bunker doors, fortified with layers of steel and technology, were blasted open as if they were made of paper. 

Explosions rocked the underground base as the invading forces stormed in, their massive forms cutting through the narrow hallways with ease.

Guards and personnel tried to put up a fight, but they were no match for the overwhelming power of the Decepticons. Blaster fire echoed through the base, followed by screams that were quickly silenced. The once-secure base was now a warzone, the air thick with smoke and the stench of death.

Megatron led the charge, his towering frame smashing through the final set of reinforced doors, his optics blazing with rage. His soldiers followed closely behind, sweeping through the rooms and slaughtering any remaining personnel that dared to stand in their way.

It didn’t take long before they reached their destination.

The room where the AllSpark had once been held.

The Decepticons entered the chamber, their optics scanning the area. The destruction they had wrought left the facility in shambles, but as they approached the central chamber, something gave them pause…

The air felt different here—charged, almost as if it still held the residual energies of the AllSpark.

But the Cube itself was nowhere to be seen.

Megatron’s optics burned with fury as he stomped into the center of the room, his massive metal feet crushing the debris beneath him. He could feel the lingering presence of the AllSpark—the power it once radiated—but the AllSpark was gone. The room, though filled with remnants of its containment, was empty.

“WHERE IS IT!?” Megatron’s voice boomed, shaking the very walls of the chamber. His anger was palpable, radiating off him in waves as he glared at the now-empty space where the AllSpark should have been. “THE ALLSPARK… IT WAS HERE!”

The other Decepticons shifted nervously, none of them wanting to be the target of their leader’s wrath. They exchanged uneasy glances, trying to find a way to avoid the inevitable fallout of the AllSpark’s absence.

One of the Decepticons, taking a step back, quickly pointed a metallic finger. “It’s the human’s fault!” he spat. “Stane! He lied to us! He said it would be here!”

“Yes!” another chimed in, desperation creeping into his voice. “He must have deceived us. It’s all the human’s doing!”

Megatron’s optics narrowed dangerously as his gaze swept over his soldiers. His rage was boiling over, and the Decepticons, fearful of becoming the focus of his fury, eagerly shifted the blame onto Obadiah Stane. 

Megatron’s grip tightened, his massive hands curling into fists as he processed their accusations. “Bring me the human,” he growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble that sent shivers down the spines of his subordinates.

Starscream seized the moment to take command of the situation, his voice dripping with confidence. “Send one of the grunts to fetch him,” Starscream ordered, pointing toward a lower-ranked Decepticon standing off to the side.

The Decepticon in question, known only by his designation, a number—Unit 127—snapped to attention. Without hesitation, he nodded and hurried out of the chamber, his metal footsteps echoing through the corridors as he went to retrieve Stane.

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As Unit 127 made his way to retrieve Stane, the human was sitting in his car, not far from the Decepticons’ position. His fingers drummed nervously against the steering wheel, his eyes darting around anxiously. ‘I hope the information I gave them was good,’ Stane thought, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. ‘If not, I’m dead.’

Suddenly, the ground shook, and Stane’s eyes widened in horror as the massive shadow of Unit 127 loomed over his car. “?!”

Before he could even react, the Decepticon reached down, ripping the roof off the vehicle like it was a tin can. Metal screeched and crumpled, and Stane let out a terrified scream as the giant hand reached in and grabbed him, yanking him out of his seat with ease.

“Let me go! We had a deal!” Stane cried out in desperation as Unit 127 lifted him into the air. The Decepticon’s glowing optics glared down at him, filled with disdain.

“You lying human,” Unit 127 growled, shaking Stane slightly in his grip. “The AllSpark isn’t there. Megatron is furious. Do you know what that means for you?”

Stane’s heart pounded in his chest, and he frantically shook his head. “I didn’t lie! If it’s not there, then I was lied to—just like you! I swear, I’m on your side!” His voice trembled as he begged for his life, the cold metal fingers tightening around him.

Unit 127 snarled, clearly unimpressed with Stane’s pleas. “Pathetic. You humans are all the same. Weak, lying worms.”

As Unit 127 turned to carry Stane back to Megatron, his sensors picked up movement in the sky. The sound of roaring engines grew louder, and a shadow began to cast over them. Confused, Unit 127 paused, glancing upward.

A small fleet of Jedi ships appeared overhead, more than a dozen in total, their sleek forms descending from the sky like predators. Stane’s eyes widened in shock, his heart racing even faster now. The Decepticon grunted in confusion, not fully grasping what was happening yet.

Before Unit 127 or Stane could react, a figure dropped from one of the ships—fast and precise. Peter was the first to land, his body cutting through the air with the Force aiding his descent. 

Midair, he drew his lightsaber, igniting its black blade with a sharp hum. The moment before he hit the ground, Peter swung his lightsaber, severing Unit 127’s arm at the elbow.

The Decepticon roared in pain as his massive arm, still holding Stane, fell to the ground. Peter landed smoothly, bracing his fall with the Force and rising to his feet, his lightsaber humming ominously in his hand.

As the severed arm crashed to the ground, Stane tumbled free, groaning as he tried to make sense of what had just happened. But before he could fully process it, another figure landed beside Peter with a metallic thud.

Tony Stark, clad in his red and gold Iron Man armor with a new, glowing arc reactor in its chest, touched down next to Peter, raising his hand as the thruster in his palm glowed brightly. He aimed it directly at the now-armless Decepticon, ready to fire at a moment’s notice.

“Not bad, Peter,” Tony remarked, his voice echoing slightly through his helmet’s speakers as he kept his focus on the Decepticon. “You’ve got the dramatic entrance thing down.”

Peter smirked, his eyes fixed on the injured Decepticon as Unit 127 stumbled back in pain and confusion. “I’ll give you some pointers later.”

Tony chuckled, but before he could respond, his attention was quickly drawn away as he noticed Stane slowly rising to his feet, clearly shaken but alive. Tony’s eyes widened behind his helmet as recognition set in. “What the hell… Obi?”

Stane’s eyes met Tony’s, and for a split second, he was frozen in shock. The situation—Tony standing there, armored and ready for battle—was far from what he had expected. His voice trembled as he muttered, “Tony? W-What are you doing here?”

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Meanwhile, as Peter and the others arrived at Sector 7, a giant Autobot ship descended through the atmosphere, its form massive and imposing as it broke through the clouds. The ship hovered just above a dense forest, casting a long shadow over the trees below.

And there, standing among the trees, was Bee.

He looked up as the ship’s bright lights illuminated the forest, the hum of the engines filling the quiet night air. His optics glowed softly as he waited, his posture relaxed but alert. After so long, the Autobots had finally arrived.

The time had come.

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