I'm sorry but, Splicer has to be one of the best OP mary-sue ever. Literally why didn't he come up as a thing for create a bot. This is a character I would buy and love. He's like the Thunderclash of this whole thing but, a con.

 

Man those clones have gotten tougher, pinning Astrotrain

 

Doing summer school, so progress is greatly slowed for the time being.

 

Awh nuts. Though life is more important.

 

It's been a while since last time, but I'm back with a part you've been eagerly awaiting. I'm also trying out something new. If you see some words in italics that have one quotation mark at the beginning and end of them then that means that character is doing some air quotations. There is one instance of that in this part so be on the lookout. Anyway let's see how the last part that is completely devoted to the invasion will turn out. Here is part 24: Constructicons vs Terrorists.

On Cybertron all the Autobots are still trying to find a way to break free of binds, but it seems to be impossible without some sort of outside interference. Meanwhile Knockout is tasked with supervising the handling of six very special protoforms. They are even labeled with names. The are Vortex, Swindle, Brawl, Dead-end. Dragstrip, and the largest one is named Motormaster.

Knockout: (sharply) “Be careful with those you fools. Shockwave will have my head if something happens to these protoforms!”

Shockblast enters the room to discuss some interesting news.

Shock: “This will be a great addition to the cause.”

Knockout: “If you say so. I’m not big on the combining business. We can hardly rely on Devastator.”

Shock: “Which is why Menasor will be the greatest achievement in combiner history.”

Knockout: “Is that what you’re calling the combiner? Great you might as well name the next one Abominus or something stupid like that. Or heck make a female combiner and name her Victorion. That ought to make them go crazy.”

Shock: “Victorion is an illogical concept and name. Though Abominus may fit our Terrorcon’s combiner name.”

Knockout: “What about your Predicons? Will they combine too?”

Shock: “They will be clones, and any massive changes to their biology may make them malfunction. We will just have to rely on their sheer power alone.”

Knockout: “You guys sure have a ton projects to work on.”

Shock: “Too many, which is exactly why we hired those two new additions to take over.”

Knockout: “Are you sure about them? They’re both creepy. That young guy wants to turn himself into a serpent. Can you imagine him slithering around the lab?”

Shock: “Disturbing indeed. However we care more about his credentials more than anything else. He graduated at the top of his class in Crystal City.”

Knockout: “Then there is the older one, and he’s even worse. You saw what he wanted to do with his hand.”

Shock: “I’m impressed with the designs he has planned for this augmentation.”

Knockout: (under his breath) “I think I need a new outlet.”

Back in the Decepticon’s base, the Constructicons are looking for Overload, who they suspect is still inside the base.

Scavenge: “Now if I was Overload where would I be?”

Scrapper: “Probably his room.”

Rampage: “And if he is not there then we shall seek him out.”

The six arrive outside Overload’s door. They hear some strange noises of something smashing together lightly, like skin of leather.

Mix: “Wow, I never realized how tired I am.”

High: “So who’s knocking on the door?”

Longhau: “Not me, I already paid my penance last time.”

Rampage: “If none of you are up to the task then I shall do it.”

Rampage Knocks on the door, and they get an unexpected response from Overload.

Overload: “Come back later. Overload is busy with booty call.”

Scrapper: “Excuse me?”

Scavenge: “He can’t be serious. Can he?”

Rampage: “Only one way to find out.”

Rampage opens the door, and their faces turn from horror to confusion. They should have realized it would be something entirely different than what they expected. By booty call, Overload meant he was throwing boots at a giant pile of boots.

High: “So that’s what he meant.”

Scavenge: “What a relief.”

Overload: “It appears that privacy is truly dead.”

Mix: “Overload my friend this was not the booty call I had visioned.”

Overload: “You mean there is another?”

Mix: “Uh……”

Scapper: (nervously) “No! Not at all! Mixmaster was just confused.”

Mix: “Yeah he’s right!”

Longhaul: “Good save.”

Scrapper: “It’s what I do.”

Mix: “Well now that we found him let’s try to be consistent and do roll call.”

Scrapper: “Everyone is here but whatever.”

Mix: “Alright let’s get the hard one out of the way. Our multitasker, co heavily lifter and engineer.”

Overload: “Here.”

Mix: “Co-engineer?”

Rampage: “Present.”

Mix: “Our high lifter?”

High: “Here.”

Mix: “Digger and electrician in training?”

Scavenge: “Never left, sir!”


Mix: “Heavy lifter and transporter?”

Longhaul: “Yup.”

Mix: “Demolitions expert and architect?”

Scrapper: “Here because I’m contractually obligated to be.”

Mix: “And last but not least our mixer, leader, and brains behind everything… yeah I’m here.”

Scavenge: “Well that’s a wrap!”

Hightower grabs one of the boots and throws it in the back of Scavenger’s head.

Scavenger: “What was that for?”

High: “That was for always winning!”

Scavenge: “Well two can play at that game!”

Scavenger throws a boot into Hightower's face, but the bars in front of his face protect him, and the book is caught in them.

Scavenge: “Well that isn’t fair.”

Soon all the Constructicons are throwing boots at each other. Scrapper tries to throw one in the back of Mixmaster’s head, but he yawns and unexpectedly turns around, completely oblivious to everything that is going on. When he turns around the boot hits his shield and ricochets back to Scrapper, hitting him on the forehead. Longhaul isn’t participating and let’s out a big sigh.

Longhaul: (impatient) “Don’t we have a job to do?”
Mix: “Yes of course! We should get to that right away!”

The seven arrive to the ground bridge, but not before Skywarp says goodbye.

Skywarp: “Have fun!”

The Constructicons have reached their destination. The middle east is a barren wasteland of scorching heat and savage terrorist. A harsh fact that they will soon learn. For now they are trying to adjust to their new environment.

All: “It’s hot!”

Longhaul: “Not even one minute here and I hate it already.”

Scavenge: “That must be a new record!”

Mix: “I want the happier Longhaul back.”

Scrapper: “Probably won’t be happening since he’s been so mopey.”

Mix: “Go easy on the guy, his friend turned out to be evil.”

Longhaul: “He isn't evil. I know it.”

Mix: “I never pegged you to be the one to see the good in everyone. I always thought that would be Scrapper.”

Scrapper: “What ever gave you that idea?”

Mix: -shrugs-

Longhaul: “Look just don’t bother me about it ok?”

Mix: “Sure thing. Though there is something you should know. Even though you lost one friend you still got six more right here.”

High: “That's right!”

Longhaul: “Thanks guys.”

Mix: ‘Now then, let’s embark on our adventure.”

The seven transform and drive across the scorching lands that seem to keep repeating.

Mix: “And this is what we’re all about! Business, innovation, creation, changing the world, and other fun stuff!”

Scrapper: “Congrats, you described our jobs.”

Mix: “Are you doing alright back there Overload? You haven’t said much since we arrived.”

Overload: “Overload just doesn’t have much to say yet.”

Rampage: “Then it’s perhaps for the best in order to accomplish our goal at a faster rate.”

High: “I’m seeing nothing. That sucks.”

Eventually they see something scurrying across the sand, and here they are introduced to their first terrorist. It speaks in strange noises that are unsatisfying to the ears.

Scavenge: “Why is it making those sounds?”

Longhaul: “Is there something wrong with him?”

Overload: “....A little baby pigeon.”

The terrorist fires his machine gun at the Constructicons. Of course it does nothing but bounce off of them. Overload fixes the problem by stepping on him. The blood splatters everywhere, but Hightower cheers him on anyway.

Overload: “Overload hates baby pigeons.”

Scrapper: “I hate birds in general. Just last week when I was working on the railing system a whole flock defecated on me!”

Scavenge: “The struggle is real.”

Rampage: “They’re parasites, just like the inhabitants of this planet.”

High: “That’s harsh.”

Mix: “Hey Scavenger, tell us more infor about these terrorists with the humandex.”

Scavenger pulls out the humandex, a blatant parody of the Pokedex. There it describes the characteristics of the terrorists.

Humandex: “Terrorists, these humans lives are devoted to blood and death. Common tactics include beheadings, throat cuttings, suicide bombings, child weaponizing, and littering. Warning, smells like a rhinoceros.”

Longhaul: “Wow that’s terrible, even Decepticons don’t do some of those things.”

Overload: “How dare they ;itter!”

Mix: “If there is one thing I hate it’s people who smell! They got to go!”

High: “If terrorists smell like rhinos then what do rhinos smell like?”

Scavenger pulls out an animal index to find out.

Index: “ A rhinoceros uses its horn to charge into its enemies. Warning, smells like terrorists.”

Rampage: “There is your answer..”

Mix: “Come my friends. let’s not waste another moment and purge the world of these evildoers!”

Scrapper: “This is the darkest I’ve seen you. I approve of this change.”

Mix: “And we will head there by holding hands and skipping like little girls.”

Scapper: “And it leaves as soon as it shows up.”

The ones who could skips were forced to join Mixmaster’s idea. It’s hard to say no to his commands. Overload, Rampage, and Hightower were spared because of their designs they are incapable of skipping. Along the way Scavenger trips over a rock. Hightower finds this hilarious.

High: (taunting) “Ha! That’s what you get for having legs!”

Scavenge: “It’s just a rock.”

Overload: “This is not getting us there fast enough. Overload has el idea.”

Mix: “I’m listening and I approve of whatever you say.”

Scrapper: “Are you sure that’s a good ide?”

Overload: “Camels.”

Mix: “Done! Though we don’t have any camels.”

Overload: “Overload does.”

Five minutes pass.

Mix: “So are you going to bring them?”

Overload: “Yes.”

Five more minutes pass.

Mix: “Can you get them, please?”

Overload: “Yes.”

Another five minutes psss.

All: “Overload!”

Overload: “People are so impatient these days. We had to el wait for them to arrive.”

Giant camels are seen on the horizon. There is one for each Constructicon except Hightower for obvious reasons.

Longhaul: “Wait a second. I thought you said your magic was all tapped out.”

Overload: “True, but it looks like there is some leftover energy that Overload can manipulate here. It’s time for the real fun to begin.”

The six ride their respective camles with Hightower driving beside them. Along the way Longhaul’s camel spits in his face.

Longhaul: “Gross!”

Scapper: “I think he likes you.”

They finally arrive at their first major city, and are forced to leave their camels behind. Walking into the city they see all the people with the their language plastered over the wall in strange symbols. The smell resembles that of a rhinoceros, go figure. They wander the city watching the merchants and others, unaware that the citizens are secretly arming themselves for a battle. They spot some kids playing spin the bottle, but when the bottle lands in one of the kid’s direction, something unexpected happens. The other kids take their shoes and slap down on the selected kid’s head.

High: “That’s mean!”

Scrapper: “This would go by much faster if they had cleats.”

Rampage: “Or better yet my whips.”

Longhaul: “Are they spinning in bomb timer or counter bomb timer?”

Scapper: “Now that’s funny. Nice to see the old Longhaul back.”

Longhaul: “You guys were right. This is not going to do me any good to just mope around. The past is the past, and it’s time for me to move on.”

High: “Good to hear.”

Meanwhile Mixmaster, Overload, and Scavenger are checking out the local street vendors, and Overload is ordering some very interesting items.

Overload: “One pregnant grandma please.”

The merchant seems to be searching, almost as if such an item exists.

Mix: “Uh Overload, we need to get moving.”

Overload calls off the order and everyone meets up in the heart of the town.

Scapper: “This places blows, so let’s trash it.”

Longhaul: “Just as long as I don’t have to do the cleanup.”

Rampage: “I think we have more than just cleanup duty to worry about. See for yourselves.”

All the city’s in the town, men, women, and even the toddlers in the carriages take out guns pointed at the Constructicons.

Mix: “I knew those babies were up to something!”

Overload: “Overload wants a sex change into a man.”

Scavenge: “Excuse me?”

Longhaul: “You are a man.”

Overload: “No, Overload wants to be a man.”

High: “A different man?”

Overload: “No.”

Scrapper: “Whatever we don’t have time for this.”

Mix: “Agreed. Constructicons, do the thing!”

The Constructicons combine into Devastator. The humans unleash all of their ammo on the giant. It of course does nothing, soon the monster is stomping on buildings, destroying towers, bombing the streets,and of course sucking up what’s left. The city is totaled. Not one single human evaded their demise. Now separated, the Constructicons travel to the next city. On the way Rampage poses a challenge to his friends.

Rampage: “How about we make things more interesting?”

Mix: “I’m listening.”

Rampage: “Let’s not combine this time. Instead we rely on each other.”

Longhaul: “Sounds good to me. I’ve been dying to show off my new skills.”

Mix: “Sure, I want to try out new things.”

Scavenge: “We support everything you do Mixmaster”

Mix: “I was thinking about trying out ‘the drugs’ later today.”

Scavenge: “We support you!”

Overload: “420 blaze it!”

Scrapper: “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”

Mix: “Well Scrapper you know how the saying goes. You fall off the buffaloid, and you get back up to eat that buffaloid. Let’s eat that buffaloid together!”

Scapper: “....That made no sense whatsoever, but ok.”

Overload: “Little did they know that Overload was on the phone with the FBI the entire time!”

Longhaul: “Overload that’s a banana and a can of tuna….”

Overload has a banana elaborately tied to a can of tuna. Now of course that’s strange enough on its own. What makes it even stranger is that there does seem to be a sound of a dropped call coming from the banana. Overload is shaking it trying to make it work, but it seems like he’s out of luck.

Overload: “They must have hung up.”

The Constructicons arrive to the second city. It’s more or less the same as the previous city, though the people don’t seem to be as mean, well at least for now. Walking along they see a man wearing a turban serenading some snakes with his flute. Mixmaster waves at him, and the man spits in their direction in response.

Mix: (cheerful) “What a friendly fellow!”

Scrapper: “Yeah… sure that’s what we’ll call him.”

Overload stops and looks at the man, and uses the magic in the area to command the snakes to attack him. The three snakes jump and bite the man in the head with their venomous fangs, killing him eventually. Overload catches up with the gang and starts resuming his old schtick of strange but possibly true sayings.

Overload: “And here Overload’s childhood was molested, and by eskimos no less, and their cold, clammy hands of injustice.”

Mix: “I feel ya. Those eskimos are a pesky lot aren’t they?”

Scapper: “You aren’t seriously buying into that crap are you?”

Rampage: “I have learned that it is best to go along with whatever he says.”

Overload: “ Transformers Animated’s life is nothing more than an endless torrent of filth and misery.”

High: “That’s too bad.”

Overload: “Now Overload’s life is an excruciating miasma of hopelessness and walrus inbreds.”

Mix: “Walrus inbreds eh? Reminds me of my prom.”

Scapper: “I’m afraid to ask.”

The citizens rally themselves and are preparing to battle, but of course this probably isn’t going to turn make any difference. Strangely enough it seems to be led by women.

Rampage: “It looks like they’re ready for a battle.”

Longhaul: “Just what I’ve been looking for.”

Scavenge: “Ready when you are!”

Overload: “Those are the ones who made fun of Overload in junior high!”

Scrapper: “Do I really have to go into everything that’s wrong with that sentence?”

Overload: “Go ahead and try.”

Overload: “Different species, different planet, you didn’y’t go to any school, and you are millions of years older than them.”

Overload: “El whatever.”

The humans attack them, and the bloodbath begins. Overload fires everything he has whether it is a rocket or laser, and then drills underground to make a large of them fall to their deaths. Scavenger fires his blaster to pierce through the hearts of the enemy. He transforms and scoops up some dirt and throws it at the humans to incapacitate them. Rampage is firing at their tanks and crushing them to death with his whips. He activates his smokestacks to create a cloud of smoke to blind the enemy. This allows Hightower to move in and crush all nearby buildings and people with his wrecking ball. Scapper joins in and crushes tanks with his flail and shoots jets with Longhaul with his vulcan cannon and Longhaul’s missiles. Longhaul deals with the infantry by burning them alive. Mixmaster fires his cannon do to some finishes to the army. The city looks clear, but one still remain, and he fires from a rocket launcher right at Overload's head. Rampage leaps up and takes the hit for his brother, and in the process is damaged. Hightower runs over the remaining human with his treads to clear out the population.

Scavenge: “Rampage!”

Longhaul: “Why would you do that?”

Rampage -cough- “Overload is my top priority. Everything else is an afterthought.”

Scrapper: “Would he even do the same?”

Overload: “Of course.”

Rampage: “Scrapper you need to learn about family. It’s how the saying goes, you can pick your friends but you can’t pick your family.”

Longhaul heals Rampage with his sentries, and the seven continue to the last city. Surprisingly none of the Decepticon warships have arrived.

Scavenge: “Looks like it’s all up to us.”

Longhaul: “No problem.”

Scavenge: “Strange, it looks like nobody is in the city. I’m detecting no life signals.”

Longhaul: “Maybe they turned tail and ran.”

Scrapper: “If only that was true.”

Overload: “Before we go, Overload has one more thing he wants to do.”

Mix: “What’s that, buddy?”

Overload: “Create chaos.”

Overload uses his magic to create the most nightmarish scenario possible for certain people. Jumping forward briefly we venture two years into the future, which is interesting not occupied by Decepticons. That isn’t important right now because we’re going to meet a very special guest. One house in one neighborhood in L.A has a special kind of human being laying waste to internet society. Meet a brony, and not just any kind of brony. This painfully accurate brony represents 99.99% of the brony population. He has red hair, freckles, glasses, and is currently placing his drooling over his Rarity, Rainbow Dash, and Fluttershy posters, making perverted breathing noises as he goes along. What makes this brony special you may ask? Well he has dartboard, and on that dartboard is a picture of Michael Bay with one of the darts planted through his head. This brony hates Michael Bay with a burning passion of 10,001 suns, because apparently 10,000 suns just won’t suffice. Something on the computer catches the brony‘s eye. What could it be? A sneak peak at the 20th season of MLP? Tara Strong renewing her soul-stealing contract? No, something much worse for him awaits inside the link. After clicking on the link, the brony can’t believe his eyes as he sees the following words on the title with a picture of Michael Bay holding two golden statues. The title reads as follows.

“TRANSTRUNERS 5 WINS BEST PICTURE AND MICHAEL BAY WINS BEST DIRECTOR AT THE OSCARS. NOW SIGNED ON TO DIRECT MLP MOVIE.”

The brony’s face turns scarlet, he starts breathing heavily, and faster too. He can’t take this kind of news. All he can do now is slam his hands down on his table scream at his monitor so loud he probably will lose his lungs after this.

Brony: (enraged like a whiny fanboy) “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”

And then the world was plunged into chaos for a year, but don’t worry dear reader, that will be covered briefly eventually. Now back to the present day to where nobody knows what Overload has done yet.

Overload: (satisfied) “Beautiful.”

Mix: “Is everyone all good?”

Scapper: “Yes.”

Longhaul: “Yep.”

Rampage: “Always.”

Scavenge: “You bet!”

High: “Yeah!”

Overload: “Overload will enslave you all one day.”

Mix: “Great news!”

Suddenly the rocks in front of them start moving, and people come out of them. Soon there are hundreds….thousands….. millions of terrorists with bombs strapped to their chest ready to defend their land against the Decepticon menace. They all start charging towards them.

Mix: (panicking) “Oh no, this is the one thing I was never prepared for… a legion of Patrick Stars!”

Scavenge: “What do we do?”

Mix: “Overload, Longhaul, provide cover fire. As for the rest of you get behind me!”

Longhaul: “Got it!”

High: “You don’t have to tell me twice!”

Longhaul fires grenades and rockets to blow up some of the bombers, and Overload combines his rays with Longhaul’s flamethrowers to create a super heated laser. Mixmaster gets in defensive stance and motions for the others to stand behind him while any survivors try to take them out. The bombers are trying to destroy Mixmaster’s shields at the cost of their own lives. They keep trying it too, not once attempting to deviate from their strategy. The rest are being devoured by an army of weasels that were sent by Overload. Why weasels you say? Well if you had a steady education you would know that weasels kill more people than great whites each year! I Am Weasel is not for the faint of heart.

Scapper: “These guys aren’t very bright are they?”

Rampage: “It appears so.”

After a few hours there seem to be only babies crawling toward them now.

Scavenge: “Aw look at the cute widdle babies!”

High: “Goochy goo!”

The babies explode too because the world is a messed up place.

Rampage: “Well that’s depressing.”

Longhaul: “Tell me about it.”

This keeps going on for a full day until now there is literally only one terrorist left in the entire Middle East. No joke. Overload picks him up and whispers something into his ear. He puts him down and let’s him go, much to his friends’ surprise.

Scapper: “Why did you let him go?”

Overload: “You will see in a few years.”

Rampage: “Besides he is no threat to us.”

Mix: “Well a job well done I guess. Though we failed at being evil once again.”

Scrapper: “How do you figure?”

Mix: “Well we wanted to kill people, but we wound up killing all the bad people and ending terrorism in the Middle East for good. Now all the other countries are safe from them.”

Longhaul: “Well maybe evil really isn’t our thing you know?”

High: “I think you’re right.”

Scavenge: “What about Carbombia?”

Mix: “Nah I heard they surrendered.”

Rampage: “So this ends our journey.”

Scapper: “And rather late too. just look at the time.”

Mix: “Whoa that’s a lot more than I thought!”

Scavenge: “Well now what?”

Mix: “How about a photo to commemorate our so called success?”

Longhaul: “Sounds peachy. Let’s do it.”

The Constructicons set up a camera and take the picture. Overload and Rampage’s expressions are rather dry. Hightower and Longhaul do their best to smile with their eyes. Mixmaster and Scavenger have big grins on their faces, and Scrapper is just looking at them with one eyebrow raised. A happy family picture perfect for putting on the wall. Mixmaster posts it on Spacebook, and the caption says “An explosive ending to a fun day!” Everyone likes it and Overload comments with an LOL. Though he hilariously has typed it as “El O El.”

And so the day was surprisingly saved by the Constructicons, at last from terrorists in the Middle East for good. Not all is sunny because there is still one group not yet covered. The invasion ends with the one who began it. It was time for Megatron to strike.

 

Yeah this story continues to be a twisted comedy in a way.  

 

1) so many funny quotes
2)so racist yet so freaking funny
3)bronys that is all
So here comes megatron




I also hate baby pigeons

 

That nightmare scenario made me laugh and the part in the beginning with Abominus and Victorion was true.

 

Hilarious and strange.Well,it's Overload.Go figure,right?haha.At least now the world is free from terrorists and Middle East babies.Yeah babies are the worst.The Constructicons are so great together.Mainly because they are different from eachotherI think and I love the trash talk in this,really great.Now let the dominator,the destroyer harbinder of death,the lord of darkness Megatron do his thang.

 

This is the best dark comedy in have ever read!

Victorian though.

 

All I really cared for was the beginning. Big seeds there.

 

Well holy hot fucking damn that was dark  

 

I love the comedy in this one. Great job so far...

 

I was going to make this one much longer but it's been too long since last time I've updated this. So yeah one part longer than expected, but that really means nothing considering that this will be longer than Enslavement. Anyway here is part 25: Era of Megatron

Back on the island Starscream has the Red Energon up to 50%. Waiting any longer is a fool’s errand at this point. A fact that he realizes. It’s better to act now and save the rest for a special occasion.

“I must act now. It’s best to save the rest for a crazy idea. For now I’ll just take another vehicle.”

Starscream consumes the first half of the Red Energon and opens up a ground bridge. A race is going on with some dragstrip racers. Starscream bridges in and it seems as if time has slowed to a near standstill. Starscream fires a missile at the racetrack to cause a distraction while he picks up a yellow formula one racer and dumps the driver out. He leaves like a grey blur to back into his ground bridge. He also bridges to a few other miscellaneous places to get some spare parts. Though this will lead up to a team that changes the game very soon, it is not the focus for right now.

The good old U.S.A, a place 30 years ago used to be a world power, but is now a hollow shell of its former self. Now is the perfect time for Megatron, Soundwave, and Buzzsaw to begin their assault on the capital. The three are inside one of the motherships looking down at the human military combating the hoverships. It seems that this will be harder than they thought. Their jets and tanks are able to keep up with their own forces.

Soundwave: “They are not as weak as they appear.”

Megatron: “It doesn’t matter. Nothing they do will change the outcome of this day.”

Buzzsaw: “This planet is as good as yours.”

Megatron: “And soon Cybertron.”

Buzzsaw: “When the Autobots are finally eliminated the perfect society you had envisioned will finally come to fruition.”

Megatron: “A society where nobody will ever feel unneeded again.”

Soundwave: “The strong shall survive and the weak die. That is the way life must be.”

Megatron: “This will make a perfect second home for the Decepticons. It’s what we’ve deserved.”

Buzzsaw: “Never again will we have what is ours taken away from us.”

The human military is still not giving in. Some of the hovercrafts are being shot down, and the Vehicons aren’t faring well against the infantry either. Buzzsaw’s patience is getting tested from this failure.

Buzzsaw: “They dare to call themselves our militia? This is disgraceful.”

Megatron: “You can’t base your expectations of perfection on low level soldiers my winged friend.”


Buzzsaw: “Oh?”

Megatron: “They are nothing more than a distraction to to weaken their forces and open a hole for us. It doesn’t matter how many we lose because there will never be enough resistance.”

Buzzsaw: “A plan as brilliant as the one who created it. You truly are an inspiration to us all.”

Megatron: “Your words are far too kind for me to deserve.”

Buzzsaw: “I speak only the truth. You have saved us from a destiny of ruin and have turned our legacy into greatness. We would be considered fortunate if the next leader has even one percent of your greatness.”

Megatron: “Now if only all my troops had your resolve.”

Buzzsaw: “It’s their loss.”

Soundwave: “When do we finish this?”

Megatron: “Now. The time has come to claim this planet.”

Buzzsaw: “I humbly request that I take on the air force myself to clear you a path.”

Megatron: “Your request is accepted.”

Buzzsaw: “I won’t disappoint.”

Megatron: “You never have.”

Soundwave: “Then that will leave the two of us to finish off the ground units.”

Megatron: “So be it.”

Soundwave: “Are you sure you want to fight in this weakened state?”

Buzzsaw: “Even at his weakest point Megatron can slay 10,000 Autobots before breaking a sweat.”

Megatron: “I find it hard to argue with that logic.”

Buzzsaw flies out and viciously attacks the air force with everything they have. He shoots the nearest ones down within a couple of shots. Any jets that do get by him are grabbed by the sharp edges of his tail. He slams one into the other, and they both explode. He transforms into his helicopter mode to create chain explosions to the majority of the fleet. Only three remain after his rampage, and he has saved his favorite takedown just for them. The first one fires missiles at him and he dodges, and slices the wings off with his tail and talons. The jet crashes to the ground and explodes. The second jet is attacked head on by Buzzsaw landing on the cockpit. He breaks through the glass and chomps down the pilot's head, crushing his fragile skull with those malevolently sharp teeth. Buzzsaw quickly flies away with his face just soaking in the human’s blood. The final pilot’s fate while less violent has more of Buzzsaw’s flair added to the mix. Buzzsaw lands on the jet and eyes the human closely. the only words the human can say is “Oh god”. Buzzsaw’s tail starts etching words into the glass. The words read “No gods, only Megatron”. The foolish human ejects from his jet, and Buzzsaw catches him, wrapping his tattered wings around him. For the first time in what seems like an eternity there are faint traces of a smile on his face. It’s just as frightening as it rare, the smile of an entity of evil and darkness. It’s the smile of a true sadist, one that has your life completely in his control.

(sadistic) “Oh you were trying to leave me. That hurts. Tell you what, let’s play a game. Let’s see what happens when you fall at a high velocity!”

Buzzsaw swoops down at high speeds with the human screaming his lungs out in terror. He closes his eyes as if he’s welcoming death. The two are mere seconds from colliding, but suddenly Buzzsaw angles himself upward to avoid the fall, and the human makes contact with the ground and the human explodes. Buzzsaw flies up to catch the falling jet and slams into the side of a building, and results in a fiery explosion. Buzzsaw emerges from the flames to watch his master’s progress. Megatron is going full mad max on the infantry with Soundwave close behind. Tanks are there to halt their progress, but Soundwave splits into his spheres and one enters inside each of the cannons, and disables the tanks from the inside. The humans inside are electrocuted by a single tentacle emerging from the spheres. The tanks explode and Soundwave reforms himself. Human soldiers with rocket launchers and other explosive weapons surround him, but Soundwave moves his arms close to the center of his chest. A blue sphere of pure energy surrounds him, and the blue sphere on his body glow brightly. It’s a full blast from his ultrasonics that knocks everything back and destroys anything within ten meters.

This has cleared the path for Megatron, who transforms and destroys the infantry with the gun made from the truck’s tanker portion that blows up anything in it’s way. Of course Megatron isn’t quite satisfied with this level of destruction and unleashes his fusion shotgun. Going in with both barrels blazing, the Decepticon leader easily devastates everything in his wake. One soldier is paralyzed in fear as the fusion cannon’s tip is pointed and making contact with head. Megatron pulls the trigger, and the human is nothing more than a forgotten memory. It seems that this has gained the high command’s attention because a man comes rushing out of the White House with some news for Megatron.

Human: “The President would like to announce that he surrenders.”

Megatron: “Already? Very well then.”

Buzzsaw flies to his master, but not before slicing some soldiers in half by spinning around with his tail sticking out. The remaining soldiers pause and then run away screaming. Buzzsaw angrily guns them down and perches on Soundwave’s shoulder.

Buzzsaw: (bitter) “Those cowards.”

Soundwave: “What troubles you?”

Buzzsaw: “They ran instead of dying a warrior’s death. It disappoints me.”

Megatron: “We’ve done well today. This country is ours for the taking.”

Buzzsaw: “All I ask in return is to be mentioned somewhere in the history books. Even one line will suffice.”

Megatron: ‘You deserve your own book for your service.”

One of the motherships blows up the White House on Megatron’s command.

Human: “But we surrendered!”

Megatron: “I didn’t accept your surrender until I was fully satisfied. Now I’m satisfied. Come Decepticons, we are done here.”

Soundwave: “Affirmative.”

It took only just over twenty minutes for Megatron and his friends to conquer the United States, that fastest of all the groups. They return victorious with Skywarp waiting to congratulate them.

Skywarp: “Finished already? I’d say I’m surprised, but then again this is you we’re talking about.”

Soundwave: “Speed and success are our prime directives.”

Buzzsaw: “Not to mention effectiveness.”

Megatron: “How right you are. It seems that there are no challenges left for us.”

Buzzsaw: “They were no challenge because we were under your magnificent leadership.”

Skywarp: “You’re just an endless fountain of Megatron praise, aren’t you/”

Buzzsaw: “That is a title I am honored to have.”

Soundwave: “You said there was something about your condition that concerns you.”

Megatron: “Even though I am in the weakest state of my life I still feel just as strong if not stronger than I was since the last time I battled Optimus.”

Soundwave: “Interesting. Perhaps it’s just in your blood to will yourself to be stronger.”

Little did Soundwave know that he was on the right track, but that will be covered at a much later date. Now Astrotrain walks in having finished guard duty with the clone.

Astro: “If I have to see another another one of those gay robots again I’m going to kill myself.”

Skywarp: “You do realize we are all machines right?”

Astro: “Hey man get off my case. You know I meant.”

Megatron: -smirks- “I take it you loved your job as security?”

Astro: “Yeah just as much as these humans love AIDS. Tell me I’m finished.”

Megatron: “I am in a jovial mood today, so consider yourself relieved of duty.”

Astro: “Great news! Welp, I’m off to get high now!”

Twenty minutes pass and the seven minions return from Canada. They are still battered and bruised from the battle they had. Squawktalk and Beastbox however are happy because of their victory.

Megatron: “Anything of note to report?”

Ratbat: “The mission was a success.”

Squawk: “Thanks to us!”

RatBat: -sigh- “Yes to them.”

Overkill: “Seriously?”

Ratbat: “Yes, I have my honor. They did their part well.”

Megatron: “What an unexpected turn of events. You have done well Squawktalk and Beastbox.”

Beastbox: “Yeah we rule!”

Astrotrain is as high as a kite right now, so all these talking animals are freaking him out.

Astro: (super stoned) “Did you see that shit? That bat just talked!”

Another twenty minutes pass and Oil Slick and the Dreads have returned from their slaughter of Mexico City.

Megatron: “Good to see you back.”

Crank: ‘The mission was a complete success.”

Oil: “So many lives lost, yet I still feel nothing inside.”

Megatron: “So you didn’t run away this time?”

Crowbar: “Ha!”

Crank: “I suppose I deserved that.”

Oil: “I shall return to the labs.”

Crowbar: “Back to mope town he goes.”

Another hour passes with Thundercracker and the the Coneheads returning from South America.

Thunder: (relieved) “Finally I’m back and I don’t have to hang out with these losers again!”

Thrust: “Well thank primus for that!”

Dirge: “Good riddance.”

A Vehicon appears on the screen to give a report to megatron.

Vehicon: “My Lord, everything is going perfectly. However i would like to report one of your statues in South America was blown to pieces.”

Buzzsaw: “Who would dare do such a thing to Megatron’s greatness?”

Megatron: “That statue was made from the corpses of Autobots!.....Not to mention it was a gift.”

Astro: “That’s dark, man.”

Megatron: “Fess up, which one of you four did it?”

All of the Coneheads instantly point to Thundercracker.”

Thunder: “OH UP YOURS, CONEHEADS!”

Megatron: “Punishment is in order to make up for this travesty.”

Thunder: “Dude, it’s a statue. You can kill more Autobots for another.”

Buzzsaw: “It was a statue of Megatron, that is a crime worse than murder!”

Thunder: “As if.”

Megatron: “You get to take Astrotrain’s place of guarding the space bridge. Not only that, but you will have a double shift!”

Thunder: (fuming) “Seriously?! This blows monkey chunks!”

Thundercracker angrily storms off to vent.

Thunder: “I’d tell you Coneheads to kiss my ass, but you’d probably like it!” (leaves)

Ramjet: (sly) “It’s true.”

Rumble: “Gross!”

Another three hours pass with Splicer, Frenzy, and Waspinator returning from France.

Frenzy: “Bro, you would not believe the adventure we had. We had a baguette fight and-”

Squawktalk and Beastbox’s ears perk up on the sound of baguettes.

Squawk: “Where are the baguettes?”

Beastbox: “Tell us!”

Frenzy: “They kinda blew up with the ships that crashed.”

Squawk: -faints- “What a cruel world!”

Splicer: “China and all of Europe is ours.”

Megatron: “Exemplary work.”

Eight more hours pass, and finally the Constructicons return from their bizarre adventure.

Skywarp: “Took you long enough.”

Rumble: “Yeah what happened there?”

Scrapper: ‘Everything.”

Longhaul: “We don’t want to talk about it.”

Overload: “We had a great time in Michigan.”

Mix: “Well I don’t know about you guys, but I’m going to get some R&R.”

High: “Yeah me too.”

Scavenge: “Night everyone!”

Skywarp: “They aren’t as high spirited as before.”

Megatron: “It doesn’t matter. Now is the time to celebrate, and tomorrow the final phase of our plan begins.”

The other Decepticons celebrate a job well done, but Crankcase and Buzzsaw decide to pour salt on some old wounds by rubbing it in the Autobot’s faces.

Jetfire: “What do you want?”

Crank: “What other reason than to gloat?”

Buzzsaw: “How does it feel to know that everything you tried to protect is truly lost?”

Mirage: “It’s never a good feeling.”

Airraid: “Eh I don’t really care.”

Silver: “What? How could you say that?”

Airraid: “I just haven’t had that much of a connection with this world like you guys. It doesn’t bother me that much.”

Jolt: “You are a terrible person.”

Airraid: “That’s subjective.”

Ratchet: “At this point it’s a fact.”

Perce: “I don’t mean to interrupt, but we have far more pressing matters outside of our general dislike for Airraid.”

Wheel: “Yeah like that whole invasion thing.”

Swoop: “You aren’t going to get away with this!”

Crank: “Oh? And what are you planning to do?”

Grimlock: “We’re going to stop you!”

Topspin: “And kick your ass!”

Slag: “In an order that may surprise you!”

Buzzsaw: “I severely doubt that.”

Crank: “Strong words for someone who is bound to the wall.”

Road: “Let us out and I’ll be the first to give you a real fight.”

Crank: “Tempting, but no.”

Sling: “It’s not like you guys are tough anyway. Crankcase runs from everything!”

Crankcase angrily slashes the side of Slingshot’s face.

Silver: “Slingshot!”

Crank: “Quite the mouth in you, boy. Next time it will be your head. I may have retreated one, but I will not do that again.”

Buzzsaw: “Say your prayers Autobots, your end has finally come.”

The two leave the Autobots, who are still trying to plan their escape.

Blaster: “I’d like to reorganize their faces.”

Grimlock: “You’re going to have to wait in line.”

Mirage: “Wheeljack, Perceptor, have you had any luck with the cuffs?”

Wheel: “Not a chance, these are state of the art. the only way we could be free if someone manually freed us.

Perce: “And I highly doubt we have any friends on the Decepticons who would set us free.”

Bee: “So we’re stuck here?”

Perce: “Unfortunately yes.”

The next day arrives, and now megatron is ready to put the final phase of his plan together.

Megatron: “The time has come. Now we welcome our second home.”

 

Astrotrain being high has to be a regular thing now    

 

The Decepticons are on a winning streak all right.

 

1)well we're now the decepticon capital the world
2)Megatron,buzzsaw, and Soundwave were a three man slaughterhouse
3)the constructicons were successful
4)slingshot you're not supposed to mouth off to a psycho killer
5)starscream has dragstrip

 

Looks like the invasion was successful and it was good to see the Autobots briefly towards the end.

 

Damn,Buzzsaw is too much at times,worse than movie Laserbeak.Anyway it was as devastating as I thought but short not that I'm very surprised it's Megatron and his most trusted we're talking about.The end was mostly a recap of all the missions,at least Overload enjoyed his time in Michigan and that's what matters.The Autobots being captured feels like forever,even more than Starscream's Red Energon.It looks like this is the moment of truth is upon us,we'll see how all this turns out.