I don't own the series The Loud House or the Transformers or any car brands, make, and models in this story. The Loud House is created by Chris Savino for Nickelodeon, Hasbro owns Transformers and G.I. Joe characters, and all vehicles named or described are owned by their proper companies.

Disclaimer: This is a spin-off mini-series after the events of Chapter 17, to avoid confusion read the original story first and please enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 3: Welcome to Junkion Town neighbor!

Story summary: The Autobots Tracks and Blaster along with human allies Stella and Raoul got information from Swindle learning the Dreadnoks were attacking the town, Junkions had broken out of jail and faced the Dreadnoks in an all-out brawl to wait for help.

Zartan, the leader of the Dreadnoks, once a normal biker gang turned crime ring and once partnered with a group known as Cobra. He was known as the Man with many faces and names, some people even think this ruined his mind with him even forgetting his own birth name. They had to lay low and fake their own demise to hide as the group Cobra fell a long time ago by a military organization known as the G.I. Joes. This man, Zartan, was swinging a machete around like a psycho to cut something, or someone, Wreck-Gar who blocked with his windmill weapon, he was then punched in the face by a comedically large boxing glove.

The fight started out rather intensely, it was like a full-out brawl with everyone starting out with blunt weapons most likely to inflict as much physical harm and damage as the Junkions, now it was slightly silly. The so-called fight was less of the fight and more of the Junkions taking it like a joke that was going on far too long. The only thing missing was popcorn from a particular set of people who were watching.

One of the Junkions was fighting two Dreadnoks, they pulled out handcuffed and when one of the Dreadnoks threw a punch the Junkion dodged and placed one of the handcuffs on their wrist and their own, they were much stronger than the Dreadnok and used them like a meat shield blocking punches and kicks from the other one before swinging them like bat swatting the other Dreadnok, then held them close and started to dance like they were doing the tango.

Another Junkion was fighting a Dreadnok armed with a bat that missed with every swing before it was caught mid-swing with their hands, the Junkion then turned their attention to the thug. "Stop trying to hit me and hit me!" They released the weapon the Dreadnok thug swung again this time hitting the Junkion across the face, their head swinging around making a weird whistling sound before they stopped spinning with their hands. "Haha, my turn." They then grabbed the thug and tossed them like a ball into an open dumpster.

The Junkion was called Axelgrease and faced a Dreadnok grunt who had metallic gloves over their hands like metal boxing gloves that released electricity. Throwing punch after punch that miss the Junkion. Axelgrease then pulled out from behind him large boxing gloves, throwing his own blows before he threw his one hard right hook. "Do you know why I fight?" Axelgrease asked before throwing another powerful right hook, this one far more powerful than the last. "Because I can sing or dance!" He then slugged them hard enough to knock them out.

"That is a dumb reason!" Axelgrease turned around to see a Dreadnok slamming a large sludge hammer down, it was releasing steam from the back of it, added pressure from the back to make a powerful blow, it hit the Junkion making them kneel down from the hit. When the hammer was being slammed down again, the handle was cut clean as the boxing glove in his left hand was ripped apart as underneath was a gauntlet with a buzzsaw on the back of it. "Oh cr--" The Dreadnok was then hit in the gut by a powerful kick.

Five Dreadnoks staired down a single Junkion who looked smaller, each of them having a twisted smile on their faces as they planned to beat this Junkion nearly easily, but one of them was grabbed from behind. Looking back, they staired down a large looking figure looking like a fridge wearing a cloak, they lifted the thug over his head and tossed them onto the ground. "Now I must break you all! Oh, I'm Trashmaster by the way." Trashmaster said before he started to grab two more and slammed them into each other, the smaller Junkion leaped onto another one's back and tasered them. The last remaining Dreadnok started to just run off and away from the two who high-fived.

The people who were watching all this, the people who would really like some popcorn as they were starting to look more like a fight from a comedy movie. Raoul and Stella, sitting safely inside of Tracks. Nightstick was sitting in the backseat along with Blaster who watched rather awkwardly as this didn't really feel like an actual fight, the humans may have found it entertaining but it was rather odd to them.

"Man, this is actually a little funny." Stella said giggling.

"Yeah!" Raoul agreed, a part of him wanted to record the fighting but couldn't as it would get attention on the Junkions if the video ever got out.

"I don't understand human comedy at times, it just seems like total randomness to me." Tracks said to the humans, he may have been a fan of some things about the earth, but he never got the comedy of humans, he always saw it as more strange and slightly immature than entertaining, not everyone gets it at times.

"Eh, I get it at times but there is sometimes too much." Blaster pointed out. He was more of a fan of jokes and earth music rather than anything. "I'll chuckle at a few jokes but sometimes I don't get it at times."

"It's because it is something unsuspected and happening to someone who kind of deserves it, plus it feels like a fight from those old 80s or 90s movies that make it feel like you'd never see it in real life." Raoul expresses his reasoning to find it funny. "If it was a little more graphic, we'd have a totally different story."

Stella couldn't agree more with that statement, she had a long list of times she and her friends, especially Lincoln, had to deal with one Luan Loud, who sometimes when too far with her pranks. She has seen some bad jokes, embracing people non-stop and uploading these moments, and pranks that could seriously harm people, luckily, they haven't gotten that far yet... yet. This is honestly the reason why before and after April 1st she would be legally arrested and locked up for the safety of the entire state of Michigan.

"For the best really, when agreeing to work with the Earth's UN we signed a treaty where Autobots and non-combination Cybertronian can't harm humans, even those who attacked us, if we even accidentally go too far, we are to be arrested." Rewind explained from inside of Blaster, this made the humans with them confused before asking for more information, luckily Rewind continued. "It is part of the deal, no harming humans, stay hidden, and share some low-level tech. Most things you humans have been actually made by us, most by Wheeljack." Rewind had explained to them.

"What if a Decepticon harms a human?" Raoul asked.

"Sometimes they send us to arrest them or put them down depending on the human's well-being, if the Decepticons harmed Lincoln we would have gone scorched earth, most Decepticons remember this to avoid being a target to the fury of loss of us." Blaster was the one who explained this part.

"Like Ironhide and Cliffjumper?" Stella asked.

"Sure, we'll just say them." It wasn't just them, Blaster had only seen some of their own furious after a human was hurt, such as Optimus who felt great shame from letting a human get hurt once a decade ago and the aftermath.

"Um, guys we have a problem." Tracks pointed something out, and everyone noticed three figures walking toward them, avoiding the fighting, it was the three Dreadnoks they met in town. Torch the man with torches for hand, Buzzer the one with a chainsaw for an arm, and Ripper with a large knife for a hand, each walking towards them with sinister-looking smiles on their faces, walking over to the side thinking they haven't been noticed. "Those three again, they think we haven't seen them yet."

"What should we do? Signal a Junkion for help?" Stella asked.

"Nah, I have a funny idea." Track replied with Ripper and Buzzer picking up speed and started to rush at Tracks' side with Buzzer jumping over the hood to the other side, Ripper readied a punch for the window and Buzzer was going to slash the other side but right when they were at the doors, Tracks released wings from below, both hitting the two Dreadnoks ankles and made them fall over and fall. "Hehe, enjoy the fall!" Tracks then went into reverse to get away from a stream of flames that nearly burned them, Torch sending fire their way with his flamethrower arms at them. "Whoa, that was close."

"That guy is a maniac!" Stella stared at Torch's action.

"Pyromaniac is more accurate." Rewind retorted to Stella's statement from inside Blaster. "Seems those three are seeking payback from the fighting a while ago."

"Makes sense, they seem to be petty." Eject added.

"Should we sick Steeljaw on them?" Raoul thought of this idea, it was slightly against an agreement, but he just needed to throw them about while invisible and not go too far when fighting them.

"Nah, let me do this," Nightstick stated confusing the others, was he really willing to help them? "The Dreadnoks owe money to Swindle, my boss, so they owe me money too. Payback time for me." Nightstick explained his reason for dealing with Dreadnoks, slipping out through a window. "Come on idiots, face me."

"What did you say to us?!" Torch yelled in anger.

"Who does this punk think he is?!" Buzzer looked annoyed as he and Ripper rose back up from the ground.

"Wait, isn't that guy who works for Swindle? Talk about good luck, let's get that guy too he'll know where that dealer is." Ripper started to charge at Nightstick, swinging his saber hand to slash at the arms dealer but missed so he resorted to try and stab his torso, but Nightstick caught the arm and tossed it towards a building and into a wall. Buzzer tried swinging his chainsaw getting one clean hit on their shoulder but the sounds made was the sound of metal cutting metal.

"Huh?" Buzzer was confused before getting a right hook punch to the side of their head knocking them down.

"Burn sucka!" Torch shouts as he blasts a flurry of flames toward Nightstick, but they roll out of the way, jumping over a car for cover. An object was tossed over towards Torch that the Dreadnok caught in his hands it was an egg-shaped object only to realize it was a grenade that he dropped only for nothing to happen. "Huh, was that a dummy grenade?" Torch wondered before looking up to see Nightstick delivering a dropkick to their face, knocking them down and out cold.

"Good kick!" Raoul shouted from the window, Nightstick started to walk over to the Autobot group but then saw someone, Ripper got back up raised their bladed hand, and ran towards the group, no one noticing in time, except for Nightstick who aimed and fired a beam from his hand, it was pitch black with a dark aura surrounding Ripper making him blind. "Huh?" Raoul and others said surprise before they fell to their knees and reserved a punch to the face by Nightstick. "Wait a minute, earlier today was that you? Were you the one who stopped the Dreadnoks from chasing us?"

"Makes sense now, you're not human at all are you?" Stella asked.

"Nope, never said I was to begin with, did I?" Nightstick had a point, they did notice that he took a chainsaw to the shoulder showing no sign of damage, and was far stronger, faster, and agile than a normal human. Nightstick then felt a buzzing sound from his pocket, pulled out a phone and read a message. "Looks like Swindle sent that message to your friend; backup will be arriving soon too. That means I'll be leaving right about now."

"Really?" Stella asked with Nightstick nodding with a thumbs up. "We don't know if he sent that message, you can't just--"

"Check your phones then."

"Huh?" Stella was confused with checking her phone and seeing a text message from Agent O'Neal telling them that they were on their way with an army for the Dreadnoks and telling them to stay safe. "Whoa, they are coming."

"So that means I'll take my leave," Nightstick said before pressing a hidden button on his suit before they suddenly disappeared.

"Whoa!" The two humans stated before questioning what had happened then noticed something, Torch, Ripper, and Buzzer were missing too. "Where did those three go?" Stella asked as they returned back inside Tacks looked around to find nothing.

Just a block away in an alleyway, Nightstick was looking around and looked to the ground with the three cybernetic Dreadnoks lying on the ground, making gargling noises as they were seriously hurt from the fight. "Hm, weaklings." Nightstick then pulled out the phone-like object with a message on it before using it to call someone. "Swindle, my end is done, and I have the three Dreadnoks Arkeville was thinking about hiring."

"Nice work Nightstick, how did you convince them to go with you... knocked them out?" Swindle asked, raising a metallic eyebrow.

"Knocked them out cold."

"That would have been funny to see." Swindle said sounding proud in his choice of actions for "recruiting" the three rather than actually hire them with money or anything. "Alright, stay put and I'll go a pick you and the others up."

"Roger that." Nightstick replied hanging up then turning around to see Torch standing up and firing a blast of flame that covered Nightstick in flames. Torch was smirking in a satisfying smile that was across his entire face but then it was wiped off his face, backed up and the burning figure of Nightstick walking forward the flames dying out with an armored figure standing, they had an orange colored face but their upper body was pitch black with silver metallic legs, this was the true Nightstick. "That was stupid." Nightstick said before punching Torch in the face knocking them down, making them look up, shaking at the robotic being that stood over them. "The name is Nightstick, I am going to give you an offer you won't refuse, work for us, not just Swindle but our mixed organizations, you'll have whatever you want and need from us."

"What if we say no?" Torch asked, still slightly frightened by the robot that picked them up by their neck in their hand.

"I said it was an offer you won't refuse." Nightstick said with venom in his voice, a sinister smile across his face, they can't say no.

Nightstick

-Terrorcon

-Black Beam Gun

-Criminal who will rob you blind

Back at the fighting, more and more Dreadnoks fell to the ground out cold, luckily, they didn't take a single life which was a miracle. One Junction even knocked one down using a jack-in-the-box that launched a rope that wrapped one Dreadnok up in a hogtie, they then picked up the Dreadnok then spun around before throwing them into an open dumpster that slammed shut upon landing inside. The Junkions didn't take the fighting seriously, if anything they took it more as a joke, not taking it seriously, it was fun for them, both Junkheap and Scrapheap were going the most out with Junkheap using chainsaws on his arms and head swinging around like a ravaging badger while Scrapheap was swinging the sword made of blades around with no issue.

In the one fight that was between both group's leaders, Wreck-Gar vs Zartan, the Dreadnok leader using a machete clashed with his windmill weapon, with the Junkion leader staying on the defense from Zartan's offensive way of attack. Zartan was getting more and more irate from this fight as Wreck-Gar wasn't taking this fight seriously at all thinking of this as more a performance and saying quotes from movies. "Say hello to my little friend!" Wreck-Gar's weapons then started to spin and fire a beam at Zartan knocking the weapon out of his hand, they had pulled out twin combat knives.

"I am getting sick of you and this--" Zartan swung the blades of his knives strategically trying to harm the Junkion leader, missing every hit, it was almost typical. "Gah! Quit moving around you are annoying little--"

"No thanks!" Wreck-Gar then delivered a karate chop, hitting their wrist knocking out on knife then the other one with ease, he was hit rather hard from each hit. The face Zartan made showed his eyes were practically glowing red in anger, biting the bottom of his lips from being too angry from all this, it was so much. He then pulled something put from behind him, a small handheld crossbow with a bolt already loaded with a yellow tip but before he could aim it toward the Junkion, Wreck-Gar aimed his weapon at Zartan's chest, only a few inches away from his chest and forced them to make eye contact by grabbing their head with their other hand. "Go on, make. My. Day." Wreck-Gar said boldly, he sounded like he would do it, then when Zartan moved, Wreck-Gar fired and knocked them down. "Hasta la vista baby! Man, I always wanted to use that line."

"AGH!" Zartan held their chest in pain, it was slight damage as they could barely get off the ground from being shot. "Ah, you-- you're so dead you hear me! You know just who we are! I will rip you and" Zartan was cut off as Wreck-Gar aimed their weapon towards their face making them shut up.

"Dreadnoks! Stand down!" Wreck-Gar shouted, making everyone stop, he was loud enough for everyone to hear and listen to this order. "Alright boys, listen here, your boss is down on the ground, and we can resolve this, as you can see, you're all beaten we can stop this fighting." Wreck-Gar said hopefully.

"He is right, we've taken down most of you easily we might add!" Junkheap pointed up to the other Dreadnoks who couldn't help but accept that the Junkions were speaking with facts. They had so many beaten and were either handcuffed, tied up, or out cold.

"Yeah! So, you better surrender now, we don't want to go too far!" Scrapheap shouts at full volume at this.

"Yeah, give up now or else we'll knock you down so more!" Junkheap yells.

"That's right you fools!"

"Then we're gonna [BLEEP]--Scrape chili peppers on the fresh-- [BLEEEEEP]--Cut off your toes and shove them--[BLEEPS]--force you to see Cats--[SEVREAL MORE BLEEPING] Sideways!" Junkheap shouts with Scrapheap looking shocked and uncomfortable by standing next to them.

"Junkheap, you can't say that."

"Okay, I apologize for what he said, he enjoys movies with offensive quotes and movies sometimes we've done our best to keep him from saying those things." Wreck-Gar said apologetically. He then looked down to see Zartan had the crossbow in his hand and fired the bolt straight into Wreck-Gar's "forehead" which blew up from the yellow piece that was actually an explosive arrow tip. Everyone was shocked and horrified.

"Wreck-gar!" Stella shouts in horror, her friend was gone, he lost his head, and she couldn't do anything-- And just like she remembered that wasn't his real head.

"Dreadnoks!" Zartan shouted as he got back up, his pain was an act to get up and start to shout to his Dreadnoks. "Rise back up and fight back! This time, however, quit pulling any punches and start attacking with everything you all have! Now more fighting and making it slow let's make this quick and loud! We are the strongest here! We rule the weak! We will rise again and take down anyone we want because we are strong and the strong rule the weak!"

"B-Boss! Zartan! Look!" A Dreadnok pointed at Wreck-Gar's "headless" body still standing, but then it started to move. "He is still standing and there is no blood! HOW?!"

"What the--" Zartan took a step back with Wreck-Gar's body walked forward, he dropped the crossbow pulled out a pistol, and fired several shots into the Junkions chest with three other Dreadnoks running over to Zartan's aid and pulled out their own firearms and fired everything they had emptying the guns and reloaded them to fire again, not missing a single shot as they unloaded everything into Wreck-Gar destroying his clothing but slightly denting his body but revealed his metallic body. "Wh-what is this? Is that a robot or something?! What is this guy?" Zartan asked confused, he felt like he was going crazy, did all his anger from the events today make him go crazy or something?

"Y'know something men--" Wreck-Gar's voice sounded serious, like he was done pulling punches as his body fell apart and his makeshift bike came over and did the same. "--I feel like guns are just used too much in your culture--" The parts of metal on the ground started shaking around before putting themselves back together.

"What is he doing?" Stella asked concerned about what was happening.

"Oh no, Wreck-Gar, don't do what I think you're about to do!" Tracks said with worry, he was going to do something stupid. He then saw the other Junkions do the same, they shake violently before falling apart into piles of junk with their makeshift vehicles going to them and doing the same. "Oh no, not all of you too, don't do what I think you'll all do!"

"Too late," Raoul said as he knew what they were doing.

"--They are romanticized in films and videogames, making the character seem like they could take on the whole world--" Wreck-Gar's lower torso was complete, Zartan stepped back for a moment in confusion. "--They make it seem like you can just shoot your problems but that makes more problems for you--" Looking around The Dreadnoks started to see giant figures being made entirely of trash assemble before their very eyes. "--They even made you think you can bully the weak and get away with it, truly you're the weak one for using this mindset! The Weak can stand up and take on the strong, the real strong fights only the strong as if they can't then they are weak!" Wreck-Gar was then fully assembled, his normal nostalgic smile was of stoic disappointment like a father having to lecture their child for something they've done before. "Though that is just my thought on the matter... How 'bout you?"

"W-what?" Zartan asked as they saw the Junkions for what they really are, robots made of garbage. They were confused about the question too.

Wreck-Gar didn't move for what felt like a minute before pulling out and swinging around a ball tied to a chain around like a flail. "I ask you little pansies a fragging' question!" Wreck-Gar shouts as the Junkions start to take the fight more seriously, they played around but this time they didn't want the Dreadnoks to get back up for this one, they weren't going to harm them but make it quick for them.

Zartan looked panicked, they were losing again, the Junkions were still pulling punches but didn't care in the slightest as they have size, better weapons, tools, and skills with some of them transforming like Junkheap and Scrapheap using a net between them to capture nearly a dozen Dreadnoks easily. Zartan couldn't just lose, no he needed to win, he needed to get this over with! "RAH! Dreadnoks, don't you dare give up! Fight back to the full--"

Zartan stopped speaking as he heard several loud noises, of helicopter blades spinning, rotating at speeds to get them in the air. Looking up he saw swarms of helicopters of different models in the sky above them, attack, transport, and cargo carries all surrounding them. Zartan saw each having a symbol of a shield with the head of an eagle and a set of stars above it, he wanted to run but saw several vehicles, armored cars driving towards them blocking the streets on both ends. "The G.I. Joes?! HOW?!"

From one helicopter, a voice could be heard from a loudspeaker. "Zartan of the Dreadnoks, this is the G.I. Joes! You're under arrest for breaking every single law in the book!" The voice spoke out with one of the transport copters opened up, a lone man in all black clothing with a silver visor covering their eyes leaped out, they tossed several ninja throwing stars landing them into the cybernetic limbs or weapons of the Dreadnoks. The man then grabbed hold of a streetlight and swung off of it before landing a kick square into face one Dreadnok, jumping off of them to land on the ground to deliver a punch to another, then turned to one more that looked at them, the Dreadnok ran for it before crashing into a Junkions leg.

"Whoa, is that a ninja?!" Raoul said in total nostalgia, he was seeing a ninja.

"These are the G.I. Joes, friends of our, they once accidentally shot Bumblebee nearly blowing him up, he forgave the through." Tracks explained.

Helicopters started to get low enough, dozens of men started to leave every vehicle that could hold extra troops, one of them yelling out: "Go Joes!" With some cheering on, the Dreadnoks were being surrounded left and right, some dropping their weapons with Zartan being the only man left with his weapon in hand, everyone else surrendering when they could have been fighting back.

"Worthless idiots!" Zartan yells as he tries to make a run for it, only for Wreck-Gar to block his way. "Get out of my way!" Zartan's demand, when unanswered as Wreck-Gar picked them up off the ground much to the dismay of the Dreadnok leader, it was a mix of humiliation and fury that hit him. "Hey--HEY! Let me go! You can't do this to--"

"Quite down!" Wreck-Gar demanded, he was answered with Zartan to stop his babbling. "Now listen here punk, you think you can get away with terrorizing this little town because you felt like it, huh? Now anymore, we'll be watching this place for now on, this is our town and our people for we are their neighbors and our responsibility to protect them from punks like you!" Wreck-Gar then started to move his arm back like he was readying a punch. "And if you think you're still strong, I'll show you how strong I can get--"

"Wreck-Gar! Wait!" Stella shouts, running out of Tracks to stop the Junkion but two G.I. Joes soldiers, including the ninja man, stopped her. "Don't do it he isn't worth it! Please!" She pleaded with her friend.

Wreck-Gar threw a punch but stopped mere inches from Zartan's face. "But sometimes the strong prove their strength by sometimes holding back or only going full out when needed to, but we wouldn't seriously harm any humans, we love you lot." Wreck-Gar then pleased Zartan on the ground but still held him, with Agent O'Neal, wearing a military outfit alongside a soldier with a commander-looking appearance and short blond hair, a name was shown on his shoulder, and the tag read: Duke.

"Zartan, I haven't seen you since the last battle against Cobra, we always knew you were still alive but laying low this bad, you're getting sloppy." The man named Duke said as he and Agent O'Neal placed handcuffs on the criminal. "Thanks for letting us know that Zartan was here O'Neal."

"Don't mention it, Duke, I had to tell you, once a Joe always a Joe." Agent O'Neal said as he saluted the soldier who gave one back.

"You fools! No prison can hold me forever! I will escape and I will destroy you all! The Dreadnoks will rise aga--" Zartan was cut off by the Ninja man getting close and gently pinching Zartan's neck with him suddenly going limp and knocked out cold.

"Thank you, Snake Eyes." Agent O'Neal said to the Ninja now named Snake Eyes who just nodded his head, O'Neal then started to walk over to Stella and Raoul who was carrying Blaster in his alt mode. "You both okay?" He asked with the two teens nodding that they were. "Good... Why didn't you leave town like I asked!"

"Huh?" the teens were slightly confused.

"In my call with Tracks earlier, I said to get you two out of the town for your safety! What happened?!" Agent O'Neal was a mix of resentment towards Tracks for not listening. "You better have a good explanation for this!"

Half an hour of explaining the current events at the diner they never ate at later!

"Okay, that makes sense now." Agent O'Neal said as he, Stella, and Raoul were at the same diner from earlier, the window that was broken was boarded up. "So, you met a former Decepticon that was working as an arms dealer in alien technology, and you had an associate of his that ran away after selling them out because they didn't pay them for a supercomputer?" Agent O'Neal said after hearing this story, it was hard to believe.

"Yeap." Stella nodded.

"Sounds about right" Raoul confirmed.

"That is entirely what happened," Blaster said with Raoul looking around thankfully no one heard them. "Sorry. I'll be silent from this point onward."

"So, are you mad about the Junkions coming into town or that we let an alien arms dealer get away?" Stella sounded worried, even though she felt disappointed in herself for what happened.

"No, the Junkions have already got back into their disguises so the town's people don't know they're really transformers, though the arms dealer getting away might bite us back in the rear later, but we can't change what happened. Though let's keep this on the down-low from Generale Witwicky for a while." Agent O'Neal said to the two.

"Yeah, I think he might get furious about this." Stella explained to them getting their food. "Sweet, thank you miss."

"No problem sugar, and my manager agreed that since you were with those Junkion folks, it is on the house." The waitress said giving them all a wink.

"Well, other than nearly getting killed half a dozen times today--" Raoul said almost jokingly but O'Neal thought he meant it.

"Welcome to the life of having a Transformer for a friend." He said quietly so no one nearby could hear them.

"--Anyway, things were rather great for us, we stopped a criminal ring, the Junkions got to explore outside Junkion Town, and we got a free meal," Raoul said taking a bite from his burger.

"Speaking off, we should get ready and leave town, it might be getting late back home for you kids, Tracks and Blaster should stay here until the morning. I'll call a ground bridge for you two." Agent O'Neal said to the teens.

"Could we just wait for a while, we wanted to be with the Junkions for one more thing we promised them," Stella asked with Agent O'Neal raising an eyebrow. "Just another hour at best."

"Why?"

After eating, Stella, Raoul, and Agent O'Neal were alongside a crowd of people outside of the Town Hall building all watching as the Junkions were all standing alongside the Mayor of the town, all of them in disguises, Wreck-Gar wearing a new helmet to as his old one was destroyed. The Mayor was wearing a normal suit while holding a very large key, handing it to the Junkions. "I hereby decree that the Group known as the Junkions are awarded the key to the city for helping us and standing up to the Junkions!"

The Mayor then handed the key to Wreck-Gar who held the key up above his head with the crowd cheering for the Junkions who saved the day, Wreck-Gar then pulled out a key chain with several keys, adding the large piece of metal on the ring and placed it back in his pocket the newly added key sticking out of the pocket. "Thank you, mayor!" Wreck-Gar offered a handshake, the mayor took it but after being let go he noticed a mix of oil and grease on his hand from this, they smiled inside but was clearly not a big fan of having the mix of stuff from the Junkion leader.

"Kinda wishes I could get a comically oversized key too." Raoul said jokingly with Stella laughing off the joke. "What? We helped too."

"We helped because we needed too, it was the right thing, plus the Junkions did all the physical work too." Stella pointed out, that she was right, they did do almost all the fighting with the arriving G.I. Joe's finishing it.

Wreck-Gar stepped forward to a podium to speak. "People of this town, we thank you for accepting us but know we helped you because we wanted to do the right thing, it does take a lot of courage to stand up for yourself not everyone can do it but sometimes it takes greater courage to stand up for other people even those who you don't know., we hope in the future we will come back into town and just get along." Wreck-Gar's words actually give people hope and made them feel safe, people kept cheering.

People felt like celebrating, they felt safe and free from something for the first time in a long time, it wouldn't have been a celebration without music so Blaster started to play music at full volume, somehow even hacking into some loudspeaker at town hall that played the music, the Junkions were the first to started dance followed with townspeople joining.

It was freeing for the people, just having fun and enjoying the feeling of being safe from the gang that was just put away. A large Junkion was swaying his hips side-to-side like he was Elvis, three Junkions were doing some sort of moonwalk with their right arms swing in the direction they were going in before stopping then rising these arms up and swing them down followed with hanging them in the air strictly and their heads leaning back, another was doing the ironically doing the robot dance, several townspeople started to join in.

Stella and Raoul looked at each other and just laughed a moment then realized why not so they ended up joining in on the dancing. Stella noticed even some G.I. Joes who stayed in the town joined in minus Agent O'Neal, when their eyes met she signaled him to join in, he shook his head at first but she ended up going to them, dragging them in, the next thing he knew he was joining in on the dancing.

After some time, the Junkions and the others started to leave town to return to their own base, they drove back to their makeshift little town, to Junkion Town. Stella and Raoul felt a serious amount of pride, seeing today as a major victory for them and for the Junkions, next time they went out they hoped they wouldn't do anything too extreme like taking down another criminal organization like today.

The Next day, in the middle of nowhere

On a large nearly empty with the only thing on the road was a large transport truck with a trailer hauling behind it, the driver was in trucker attire such as a black and red checkered coat and hat with the back of it having a net, the hat had the symbol of an eagle in a shield. Looking up he could see a helicopter "Breaker. Breaker. This is Blocker here, bear in the air what it looks like ahead, need recon. Over."

"10-4 Blocker, Wild Bill here. Looks like smooth sailing too. Not even a Bambi either. Can't leave you, Blocker." A voice from the radio answered with the driver named Blocker laughing. "I can hear you laughin' Blocker, enjoy playing Trucker? Over."

"Slightly, I can't believe most of this trucker lingo is actual thing either, Hehe. Over." Blocker said over the radio, the driver then noticed something up the dark road. "Hmm, Wild Bill there seems to be a light up ahead, could be a reflector from the sign. Over."

"Copy that, I'll check it-- WHOA!" The man named Wild Bill called out before suddenly freaking, out at the end of their call almost being surprised over something.

"Wild Bill what was that? Report! Report!"

"My Heli is acting up! Everything is just dark and can't see anything! Agh!" Wild Bill was cut off as the sound of something crashing from their end.

"Wild Bill, report your status!" Blocker called out sounding worried.

"Ah, I'm fine, Heli crashed though, might have a concussion! Get the cargo out of here ASAP!" Wild Bill ordered over the radio.

Blocker couldn't argue with his friend, so he changed stations on the radio but not by touching a dial but with the press of a button, the inside of the truck started to change around with extra equipment and even weaponry coming out of every point of it. "Breaker Breaker! This is G.I. Joe operative Blocker, in need back up, we have a heli down, possibly injured pilot, carrying cargo for newly fashioned S7. Unknown enemy in my area, over!"

"10-4 Blocker, the backup following you should-- Wait, they just called in. Someone hit them." A voice answered Blocker's radio, worry scratched on his face.

"How many injured?"

"So far all injured none suffering fatalities, hang on Blocker, we're sending more backup for you, arrival estimate is within the hour."

"I don't think I have that time." Blocker said as he noticed something, the sound of two motorcycles arriving from behind him. The drivers Torch, Buzzer, and Ripper all looked excited at their new job, Buzzer and Ripper riding the same bike. Blocker pressed a button on the dashboard with one of the front wheel's rims opening up and a torrent popped out of it, it didn't do anything as before it could fire, Torch fired a beam of flames that destroyed the weapon. Buzzer then tossed a disk shape object on the hood of the truck, purple energy surrounding the vehicle. "What is Sam Hill is happening?! Suddenly the truck started to act up on its own, a screen came out of the dashboard with a message: Ejector seat activated. "Wait what--" Was the last thing Blocker said before suddenly the roof of the truck opened up and him being launched into the air.

Ripper laughed at this before jumping off of Buzzer's bike to get on board the vehicle. He made his way to the truck bed slashing away at what was connecting the vehicle to the trailer, the truck kept driving on its own while Ripper waited with another truck arriving, it was originally off road before entering the path of the trailer, launching a cable that pulled the trailer and attached to the new semi, Ripper jumped off of the G.I. Joe truck onto the new dark Semi-truck and entered in it sitting next to Nightstick. "Told you this was easy, so what happened to the other guys back there? And that helicopter that was in the air?"

"Oh, they just blacked out in the dark, he he," Nightstick replied sinisterly, it was his own little joke, but Ripper understood it. "Sigh, look you take the wheel I don't feel comfortable actually driving in a car." Nightstick said as they changed seats then he pulled out a phone to call someone. "Hello Doctor, calling in to say we found it."

Once Nightstick hung up, a purple ground bridge opened up the road, the three Dreadnoks didn't fully trust Nightstick, but they couldn't do or say a thing as they didn't want to risk their own life from the robotic figure. The three vehicles jumped through the next thing they all knew they went from the middle of nowhere to an underground-looking bunker surrounded by dozens of armed men wearing gear and armor similar to what Nightstick had back in that town. One man in a lab coat stood out, it was Henry Arkeville, the top of his head and his right eye were completely mechanical, clear signs that he didn't escape his lab unscathed from the fire set by the Decepticon Shockwave, next to him was the former Insecticon Blackarachnia watching over the exchange of the transport.

"Special delivery!" Nightstick said playfully as he and Ripper stepped out of the vehicle. "Jammers are set on the trailer so they couldn't try and find us even if we weren't underground. Unload the trailer then we'll dump it somewhere in a random location later on," Nightstick said pointing at an armed man who nodded at this order. "So, doctor, can we talk about payment--" Nightstick tried to ask but was pushed aside by the cybernetic doctor, much to his annoyance at this, clutching a fist in anger for the disrespect.

He looked up to Blackarachnia who gave him a look, without uttering a word to watch himself, she wouldn't hesitate to take out the small Con and should with a stomp of her foot. She turned to see the three Dreadnoks looking at her, they quickly changed their view to either the trailer or Arkeville, she didn't like how they looked at her, like a freak show most likely. "Need help Arkeville?" She asked.

"I'm fine Blackarachnia, now you three! Show me!" Dr. Arkeville ran over to the truck trailer, limping as he went. He turned to the three Dreadnoks, with Ripper climbing up on the trailer door and slashing a lock. The doors swayed open, and Ripper hung on before jumping off of them. Dr. Arkeville looked inside, trying to climb inside but was struggling, one of the armed men helped them up, he thanked them as he walked over to two large tarps, looking under one of them was a giant head, a large greyish purple head, the head of an Insecticon, Tarantulas. "Yes, perfect, just perfect." Arkeville had some excitement on his face, like a child getting the gift they always wanted on a holiday or their birthday. "You've done well!"

"Thank you, so about payment?" Ripper asked with his fellow Dreadnoks also wanting in on the payment part. "How much are we getting?"

"Oh, my dear friends, the pay is good, we may not look it but we can spare a little cash, a few hundred thousand--" Arkeville noticed the three didn't look impressed, if anything a mix of anger and disappointment washed across their faces, he hopped off the trailer and faced the three. "Oh, is that too low for you three? Were you expecting more?"

"Yeah, you guys kidnapped us and locked up yesterday after agreeing to this job." Torch said in total dismay.

"Then had us pull off this stunt of a job, you know how risky it is dealing with those Joes, they could have bigger fire power!" Buzzer announced, his chainsaw arm getting revved up as he explained what they had been through.

"We deserve our cut!" Ripper said pushing Arkeville against the trailer, his blade up to their throat as the armed men all aimed serval high-tech-looking rifles, Arkeville didn't look worry but rather smiled in amusement. "Why are you smiling?!"

"The thought of you thinking you're a threat, this job was a mix of a trial run to see how you work together, you passed. Times are changing, this organization, these men, they have enough equipment to handle a small army, but you've been shown something else, the transformers. You think we can stand up to them? No, that is why I have a plan and you three could be my first step to this plan." Arkeville then pulled out three files from his coat. "Here."

Each of the three Dreadnoks took a file, reading the contents of them and looking them over, Torch and Buzzer looked at theirs in confusion but looked at the others file with interest, they swapped and kept reading. Their angry and disappointed looks changed to satisfaction. "What's the catch with this?" Torch asked.

"You work for us and only us, no going independent, you'll be under our contract and follow our orders. After all you'll need someone for maintenance for what you'll be receiving, and we can't just let you do as you please." Arkeville explained to the three. "So do you agree, or should we discuss this later?" He said sounding like Nightstick did, they can't really refuse this offer no matter how hard they try to get out of it.

"I don't see why not?" Ripper said returning a file that had "Subject: Weird wolf" stamped on the cover on it.

"This should be good, and who knows if we run into those Junk guys again this could help us out." Buzzer returned his file, like Ripper's it had a red stamp on the cover in red reading "Subject: Mindwipe".

"You got yourself a sweet deal Doctor Arkeville." Torch handed his file back, like the others a red stamp of a title reading "Subject: Skull cruncher".

"Perfect." Dr. Arkeville said as Blackarachnia was using threads to pull out the larger tarp and lifted up what was clearly their body of her former alley, Tarantulas while some of the armed men got the head onto a pallet to move it easily. "Get those to my lab and ignore the screams, my guess won't stop complaining about his stay."

End of Story

The three Dreadnoks will return in Volume 2