They made their way out of the chamber and into the depths of the base. Fusion gazed about the halls, a look of wonder on his face. The walls, floor and roof were comprised of grey concrete, with faded markings, stripes and arrows that had long lost their clarity. Long florescent lights were spaced here and there along the roof, making a dim, yet effective lighting. Many would find this setting gloomy and unsettling, but not Fusion; he found a strange, unusual comfort in the gloomy halls.

They wound through multiple corridors and by-ways. Fusion mentally recorded every turn and hall they took, unsure why he should, but did so anyway. They finally reached their destination, a large hanger-like room at the end of the corridor. Smokescreen placed his hand on a blue panel beside the door. The pad lit up a vivid green and the door slid open with a hiss.

Fusion took in the sight before him. An immense room stretched before him, as tall as it was long. The walls bore the scars of a thousand battles, peppering the wall in slices, burns and holes. A large, mechanical door stood at the end of the room, left partially open to reveal the expanding Nevada desert beyond.

"Whoa..." Fusion breathed.

Smokescreen gave a proud smile.

"Welcome to Autobot Boot camp..."

The new guardian faced his charge, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Let's see what you got!"

Fusion rolled his shoulders, a strange feeling of excitement fluttering in his chest.

"Let's do this." He said.

His left arm flicked outward, more on instinct that actual command. Instantly the barrel of a large cannon formed over his hand, its indigo plasma swirling as it powered up. Fusion's eyes widened.

"How did...?" He gaped at his arm.

Smokescreen stared at the weapon. He blinked rapidly.

"A Plasma cannon? Your weapon is a Plasma cannon?"

Fusion lifted his gaze to his mentor, the purple irises filled with confusion and curiosity.

"I... I suppose. Is that bad?"

Smokescreen shook his head.

"No! Plasma weaponry is very rare, not many Cybertronians carry those types of weapons. You're lucky."

Fusion looked back down at his cannon.

"Oh."

Smokescreen shook himself and motioned for his charge to put away his weapon.

"For now let's see your Alt-mode. Activate your Trans-pack."

Fusion frowned.

"Activate... What?"

Smokescreen motioned to his back.

"Your Trans-pack."

Fusion cocked his head to the side and reached behind his shoulder blades. His hand brushed a smooth metal object, with a groove to grab. He grasped the metal device and pulled it off of his back. It was the shape of a baseball home plate, but with smoother edges and curved-in sides to fit between his shoulders. He turned the item over; the metal was mostly black, with blue slashes throughout. He looked up expectantly at Smokescreen.

"How do I activate it?"

Screen crossed his arms with a smirk.

"You'll know."

Fusion fingered the Trans-pack, his brows knit in utter confusion.

How in the worlds does this thing work?!

He turned it on all sides, looking like a confused child with a dinner plate. He brushed a hand over the smooth surface, right on the v-shaped marking. He felt a ripple of pure energy flutter through his body. He stopped and ran his hand back over the symbol, and felt a small button. His mind seemed to dull as he impulsively pressed the button and threw it. Instantly the pack began to expand, metal plates folding out of it and taking on a new shape.

Within mere seconds, a car was formed. The sharp angles of the exotic gave it an almost dangerous appearance, with a spiked grille and slashing detailing. The black and light blue striped body and roof of the vehicle was smooth, designed for speed and power.

Fusion whistled as he circled the vehicle, brushing the ebony frame gently with a hand.

"Is this mine?" Fusion asked. He looked up at his adoptive brother, his violet eyes filled with awe.

Smokescreen laughed.

"You were born with it! The Trans-pack only activates for you. Who else's would it be?"

Fusion smiled, his eyes gleaming.

"Do you have one?"

The warrior gave a mischievous grin. He grabbed his Trans-pack off his back and flung it beside the Lamborghini. Soon his sports striped vehicle was sitting patiently beside the other exotic.

"Ferrari Italia Spyder. Sport, sleek, and speed all wrapped up in one convenient aerodynamic package."

Smokescreen hopped into the driver's seat of the Ferrari and gunned the engine. The sports car gave a loud rumble in response. Fusion tilted his head.

"What are you doing?"

Smokescreen rolled down the window and gave a cocky grin; his energy blue eyes burning with pent up speed lust.

"Well... you do want to take your set of wheels out for a test run don't you?"

A flutter of raw excitement raced through the new Autobot. His face lit up and he opened the driver's side door of the Veneno. He slid into the seat, tentatively placing his hands on the steering wheel. He shuddered as ripples of energy fluttered through his body. His mouth twitched up into a smile as he touched a foot to the gas. The car gave a deep growl in response to his touch, full of pure, unbridled power as the engine roared to life for the first time. Fusion full on grinned.

This... I can do.

He looked over at Smokescreen, his violet eyes pleading. Smokescreen gave a quick nod and floored the gas, shooting under the door and out into the open with a whoop. Fusion followed suit, his Veneno roaring after the sleeker vehicle with a touch of the petals. He laughed as he broke out of the ragged grey walls into the night-cloaked desert, the pure excitement of the speed filling his senses. He soon caught up with his mentor, shooting a triumphant smile over to the blue, white, and red Ferrari. Smokescreen shot him a grin back.

Fusion heard a static sound, and a small indigo screen on his dash lit up. He shook of his initial startled surprise and gave the screen a quick glance.

Caller ID, Smokescreen... Oh ok, this must be how we communicate while on the go.

"You weren't supposed to catch up that quickly!" Smokescreen scolded.

Fusion laughed.

"I didn't mean to! The Veneno just took off. I guess my Alt is faster than your Spyder."

The young Autobot heard a spluttering cough on the other end of the Com-channel.

"You did NOT just say that."

Fusion's lips twitched up into an evil smirk.

"And if I did?"

Smokescreen gave a dangerous laugh.

"Are you trying to drag-race me?"

"Maaaaaybe."

Silence.

"You're on!"

Suddenly, a blur of blue, white, and red zipped past Fusion, and then slowed to ride beside him. Smokescreen shot his charge a challenging smirk, racing his engine to taunt him before leaping into the lead again. Fusion's purple eyes darkened, his face changing into a deadly smile. He floored the gas.

Game on brother.