Here's Part One of my story! It takes place in my own continuity with some real and some made up charactors, because as Rattrap said in the first episode of Beast Machines, there are over 2 million transformers on Cybertron alone. Hope you like it. I will post it chapter by chapter, so feel free to comment the Melt Part 1: Even on the surface of the metal planet, it was cold. That was the first thing he noticed right away, it was cold. He couldn't remember a time when it was hot here, or even uncomfortable. It always stayed the same, day in, day out. A pleasant 65 degrees, with about 15 percent humidity. How different from Planet Earth! There he never knew what to expect. One day he would be immersed in hot magma, dutifully taking valuable statistics dictated by his boss on the specifics of geostability and potential energy distribution. The next day, his team would fight a gestalt, deep in the snows of the Arctic. That was what the cold reminded him of. He imagined the metal surface covered in snow. Wild winds tearing and howling through the buildings as they did through the trees in Siberia. How strange it was cold on Seibertron, cold like Siberia. When Squealer first arrived in the Boreal Forest he couldn't get over the fact that the names of the two places could be so similar, and yet the places themselves could be so contrasting. " Hey Squealer!" Yelled Powersurge. " You zonin' out? I said do you remember that rap the boss laid on us about the electrostatic thing?" "Huh?" replied Squealer. "Oh, the electrostatic vacuum anomaly? What about it?" A loud engine like noise sounded from behind Squealer. It was the unmistakable broken audio emission system of the third member of Mayhem Squad, Noisebomb. His audio emitter system had become maladjusted in a fight with fellow team member Powersurge. Caught in the fire of Powersurge's lethal electrodisrupter, his emitter was almost destroyed. But thanks to Soundwave's audio system knowledge the systems were repaired using the vocalizers of Terrorcons. The results were "less than optimal" according to Soundwave, yet " acceptable for the expendable". Noisebomb was fortunate to be repaired at all, and he knew it. It was not acceptable to waste precious energon and other resources on the loser of an honor duel, usually the disgraced Decepticon was executed, by the very blaster of the boss, no less! He was never comfortable knowing he was made an exception. Such a thing could breed mistrust among his fellow rookies, and add fuel to the raging fire that was the rookie power structure. " Powersurge... want... know... cold... caused... by..." stammered Noisebomb, trying desperately to sound like a Cybertronian and not a feral earth animal. " A guh, a guh, spit it out!" Rudely barked Powersurge. " Yeah I wanna know if this cold is the electro-deal, but mostly, I need the skinny on my weapons! They gonna work or what?" " Selfish! Not... concerned..." Grumbled Noisebomb, in more of a growl than a voice. " Speak! That's it boy, Speak!" Jeered Powersurge. " Tell us where Timmy is boy! Is he in the old mine shaft ? " Noisebomb howled like a whole pack of off-key mechanical wolves and transformed from his flier vehicle form into his formidable robot mode, complete with a molecule thick saber and charged Powersurge, head on. Blinded by rage born of Powersurge's taunts, Noisebomb's strategy left much to be desired. He raised his saber aggressively over his head with both hands, intent on striking his opponent squarely on the cranium. Powersurge gave a sarcastic chuckle and effortlessly turned to avoid Noisebomb's strike. Caught by surprise, Noisebomb plummeted into an ancient sculpture of a long forgotten Autobot commander. " Bad! Bad boy! You tried to bite your superior! You need to learn a lesson in obedience!" said Powersurge as he transformed into his alternate form of an electromagnetic static induced charged particle cannon." I seem to have misplaced my newspaper, will this do?" Powersurge emitted a high frequency whine as he drew all the available static charge he could into the charging planes that would form his wings in robot mode. " I'm gonna finish what we started on Velocitron once and for all!" Squealer transformed into his robot mode and stood in the line of fire. " Powersurge stand down!" He said " That's an order! We have a mission, remember!" " So?" Powersurge yelled, fighting to control what was obviously a near overload of static electricity. " With all this juice I'll wipe him from history!" " This is not the time for this!" Shouted Squealer. " Stand down! That's an order!" Huge sparks of static shot from the conductive structures that were the buildings of this long deserted memorial and bathed Powersurge in so much electricity that he began to glow with intense light. Each time a spark made or terminated connection with him he shuddered as if in great pain. "This is it! Now move away from that coward, Squealer" Powersurge said in a cold calm voice, though he was shaking from the power contained in his body. " No turning back now!" Noisebomb mustered his strength and arose from the rubble. His optical signals were still blurred by the rush of nanites busy repairing his damaged superstructure, but he could make out the form of Powersurge, and he was planning to fire on him! Noisebomb raised his saber in a defensive pose and braced for the blast of stray electrons. Powersurge let out a terrible shout and released what seemed like a transwarp core's amount of electricity straight at Noisebomb. With no time to react, Squealer dodged the blast and leapt to safety, leaving Noisebomb to take the brunt of the assault. Once the blast was discharged, Powersurge transformed into his robot mode to get a better look at the scene. What he saw surprised him. Noisebomb had charged his saber with energon from his own body and was deftly cleaving Powersurge's slow moving beam down the center as it diverted the energy away from Noisebomb, in two streams, harmlessly into the rubble behind him. "What?" exclaimed Powersurge. " That is impossible! That's the biggest blast I ever fired!" The beam dispersed and Noisebomb fell to his knees from exhaustion. He began to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation, and the failure of Powersurge. " Pathetic....as always...." he said at barely a whisper. Powersurge fumed, but let no sign show his true emotions. He now would have to wait until his own body repaired his charging systems to take another shot. Though he hid it better, he was as drained as Noisebomb. He would be patient, no matter how long it took, he would finish his business with his ex-friend. Squealer however, knew that both his teammates were done fighting. Countless missions and countless eons together left him quite a large amount of experience about his companions. He knew Powersurge's posture was a rouse. He laughed to himself at Powersurge. He wasn't fooling anyone on his team, but not showing weakness is paramount to Decepticon philosophies. " And what a good little 'con Powersurge is.." Squealer thought. He gave a little audible chuckle at his little inside joke with himself. " What are you laughing at?" Powersurge scowled. " Oh a little joke Ratbat once told me, that's all." Said Squealer. Ratbat said that no real Decepticon ever leads his troops, he only leads the fight. How true that rang to Squealer. Suddenly there was a rumble from the debris of the statue. " Look!" Shouted Powersurge" The rubble, it's firing on us!"