Multi-Versal- Transformers: Animated Season 4
|02-15-2012, 04:45 PM||#1|
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Multi-Versal- Transformers: Animated Season 4
While this fiction fits in the same timeline as my other Multi-Versal stories, I felt it could work as a stand-alone storyline.
The other Multi-Versal stories can be found here: The Multi-Versal Conflict
EDIT: Character models can be found here: Transformers Animated Season 4 Character Models
Multi-Versal: Transformers Animated
Episode 1: Driven to Destruction
Location: An asteroid in the Delta Quadrant.
“No…No…NO! Please, don’t leave me!” The purple and black Starscream clone shrieked to his companion.
Another clone, whose armor was various shades of blue, didn’t even glance back at him. “You are an inferior template! There is no way I’m going to waste my precious time helping you!” he spat back to his sniveling fellow clone.
“But I’m still in these stasis cuffs! I’ll be trapped here forever! I’ll run out of Energon! I’ll be captured by pirates! I’ll get cosmic rust!”
“You’re in a vacuum.” The blue plane ‘Con slowly said, not even bothering to look back at him.
The purple and black clone processed this for a moment before realizing the other clone was flying off into space. “No, PLEASE! DON’T LEAVE MEEEEEEE-”. The clone’s cry of dismay was cut short by a field of blue energy that surrounded him, engulfing him the field grew stronger and stronger-
Until he disappeared completely-
The purple clone suddenly reappeared in front of his blue brother. Both clones looked at each other in surprise, and the purple clone could see something strange about the blue Starscream
“Uh... why is there a huge scrape on your face?” he asked.
“IT’S NONE OF YOUR BUISNESS!” the blue clone screamed, sending pure fear into the coward’s optics, forcing him to shrink back. “Hey, how did you move with the stasis cuffs still on?” the blue clone continued. Simultaneously, their eyes lowered to the stasis cuffs and saw that they were deactivated. “How...convenient, you can teleport and deactivate stasis cuffs... perhaps I have a use for you after all, but you’re going to need a name.” The clone thought a moment, scratching his chin as he did so. “My superior intellect has come up with a perfect name; Skywarp.”
The purple clone didn’t dare defy the other, so he nodded, agreeing to the new name.
“Good. Now transform, Skywarp.” The blue clone commanded as both clones changed into their vehicle modes and flew off into the depths of space.
“I-I-if you don’t mind me asking, master, where are we going?” Skywarp asked nervously.
“I’m picking up a signal from some Allspark fragments,” the blue clone replied. That was all he needed to say.
Cybertronian ship Omnibot
“Any luck?” Over-Drive asked. The tall, green and black Autobot with a sports car alternate mode looked over at his companion who just shook her head, not turning her gaze from the computer screen.
“These new signal dampeners are much more intricate than the old ones,” Glyph said. She was an Autobot of the same protoform mold as Bumblebee, but in blue and gold hues. Her optics turned toward Isaac Sumdac. “No offense...” she added.
“None taken,” green-labcoat-clad man replied.
“How ‘bout you?” Over-Drive asked, turning to Legatron.
“Nothing new on the media,” the small human sized, green and black, robot replied.
Over-Drive sighed. He turned back to look at Isaac and Glyph. The old robotics genius and the blue female Autobot were hard at work, trying to upgrade the signal damper override device.
“Got something!” Legatron exclaimed.
Over-Drive stared at the display screen. It showed security camera footage of an oddly colored Harrier jet...
“It’s a Starscream clone!” Legatron exclaimed, he paused the video, studying it closely. “I think it’s the female. Hard to tell, the color quality isn’t the greatest.”
Over-Drive’s right optic raised, ina gesture that was the equivalent to cocking an eyebrow. “A female clone? I thought the clones were parts of Starscream’s personality. What part-”
“Don’t ask,” Legatron interrupted.
Over-Drive shrugged. “Where’s the video from?”
Legatron scrolled down the page. “Downtown, by the arcade.”
Over-Drive turned from the screen and started heading for the door. Before he reached it, he transformed into his green and black sports car mode.
“You’re gonna go by yourself?!” Legatron shouted after him.
“I think I can handle a single Starscream clone!” Over-Drive hollered back.
“Wait! I want in on this action!” Legatron ran after him and jumped into the driver’s seat. “Alright, let’s get the show on the road!”
Location: Downtown Detroit
“Slag, where is she?” Legatron kept surveying the area, but there was no sign of the Starscream clone.
Up ahead, a black and red muscle car ran a red light, nearly causing a collision between the oncoming traffic.
“It’s Wildrider!” Over-Drive shouted before taking off after the ‘Con.
The two robots started to catch up with him, until the ‘Con made a hard right turn. Almost losing control as he went around the corner, Over-Drive ended up losing speed. He struggled to accelerate enough to catch up to Wildrider, but lost him in a grove of trees just outside city limits. Slowing down, he inched along the path until he finally stopped at a fork in the road. Legatron hopped out to let Over-Drive transform.
“There’s...no tire tracks...” Legatron observed. “Which means he didn’t keep driving…?” Out of nowhere, Wildrider- appeared in robot mode and slammed into Over-Drive.
The Autobot recovered quickly, extending his arm-blades to block Wildrider’s Katana-like sword.
Legatron heard footsteps and whirled to face the newcomer. A yellow and purple-striped robot, holding a yellow and orange laser sword in one hand, and a black blaster in the other; Dragstrip.
Small, green and black handles shot out of each of Legatron’s palms. The ends of the handles split open, light blue laser blades activating as he caught them. Before he could attack Dragstrip, he saw two more robots appear. A blocky, white and black robot with a round head, whom he recognized as the Decepticon Circuit Board, and the female Starscream clone.
“Excellent work, Wildrider. They fell right into our little trap,” Circuit Board spat.
The black and red mouth-plated Decepticon backed off, leaving Over-Drive and Legatron surrounded by the four Decepticons. Legatron crouched down, then in a flash, activated his jetpack and half jumped, half flew into Dragstrip’s face, sinking his swords deep into the Decepticon’s optics. All the other bots looked in surprise as Legatron jumped off Dragstrip.
“AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGH!!!!!!!!!!” Dragstrip screamed out in pain, starting to wildly fire his blaster at Legatron...which was essentially useless, since he couldn’t see. All the gathered robots had to dodge his frenzied attacks.
“Dragstrip, stop! STOP!” At Circuit board’s command, Dragstrip ceased firing and turned toward circuit Board’s general direction. All the robots stood in silence for a moment.
Before erupting into chaotic attacks.
Over-Drive resumed his struggle with Wildrider, while Legatron did another “power-jump”, this time directed towards the female Starscream clone. Fortunately, the lavender clone didn’t see him flying at her through the air.
Unfortunately, Circuit Board did.
“Slipstream! Duck!” he shouted. She did- and just in time. Legatron went sailing over her, luckily managing to stick the landing, and spun to face the Decepticons.
“‘Slipstream? How did you come up with that name?” He laughed.
Circuit Board grinned, “She has a natural, built in signal dampener, so if you manage to crack the code for the ones we have, we’ll still have at least one operative who will remain undetectable,”
Legatron rolled his optics. “I’m gonna go out on a limb here,” the small green robot chided, “She’ll slip through our defenses, hence the name?”
Circuit Board nodded in assurance.
Legatron opened his mouth to say something else, but instead did yet another “power-jump” onto the black and white Decepticon.
Glyph was still hard at work on the signal override device when she heard a car drive up behind her. She turned her head to see a very beat-up Over-Drive. Legatron hopped out his driver door, completely unscratched.
“What happened to you?” Glyph asked as Over-Drive transformed.
“We fought four Decepticons and won and it was AWESOME!!!” Legatron half shouted. Everyone stared at him in a ‘what-the-slag-was-that?’ kind of way. “What?” he asked innocently, glancing around.
Over-Drive rolled his optics. “How’s the device coming?”
“It’s coming along just fine,” Isaac replied. “However, we can’t seem to get a good scan of the area to know if it’s working.”
“Well, doesn’t this ship have a signal dampener of its own?” Legatron asked. “That could be what’s interfering with the signal.”
“No, that can’t be it,” Over-Drive said, shaking his head. “The ship’s signal dampener is for external scanners. You’d be able to track signals from outside-” He abruptly stopped, realizing that the others had gone outside.
He walked out and found them trying to get a signal. As soon as they had stepped out of the ship’s signal dampener field, the override device sprang to life. Legatron smiled at Over-Drive.
Over-Drive sighed. “Fine, ya told me so.”
“What the...” Glyph didn’t finish her sentence; instead she studied the scanner more closely.
“What is it?” Isaac asked.
Glyph pointed to the screen. “I have three signals here...”
“The Stuntrons,” Legatron stated, keeping in mind that Slipstream wouldn’t be detectable.
Glyph nodded. “But that doesn’t explain the five signals I’m getting over here.” She finished, pointing at another part of the screen.
Location: Lower atmosphere of Earth.
Swindle watched the readouts on the escape pod he stole from the Autobot ship Steelhaven. His “bodyguards”; Thrust and Dirge, were flying alongside the pod, as well as Skywarp and a blue clone, who had found them during their voyage to Earth. Swindle gladly let them tag along.
The olive green and purple robot had set out for Earth as soon as he heard that the Autobots had left. He had been even more excited when he heard that some of his regular customers, the Stuntrons, had arrived on the planet. Being the bot he is, he planned to help them beat the Autobots that had followed them to Earth and collect a large “reward” for it. Secretly, the only reason he had let the two new clones tag along was because he though it increased his chance of success.
Swindle smiled to himself as the human city known as Detroit came into view. This was going to be a most profitable mission indeed.
Cyberninja Dojo (or what’s left of it...)
Jazz and Ratchet watched as the reconstruction of the Dojo continued. The plans were to completely restore it, and add a new feature: A statue of Prowl.
“‘Seems like just yesterday I was training’ in this thing...” Jazz trailed off.
“I bet you have a lot of memories here.” Ratchet stated.
“Yeah...” Jazz replied. Suddenly a large clang rang out.
“Watch it, Dai Atlas! You have to be a little more careful if you wanna continue working on this project!” A small, orange Autobot yelled.
“Well, sorr-REE. I can’t help it if these beams are hard to lug around,” Dai Atlas complained.
Ratchet laughed. “Can’t find decent help these days, can ya, Wedge?” he half-yelled.
“Well, it’d help if I could find a few more construction workers!” the orange and gray robot shouted back before turning to face his colleagues. “Grindcore, you’re 10 degrees off with that beam! Hightower, you need a 20 mega-bit welding torch for that, not a 30! Heavy Load...” he looked around. “Heavy Load?” He continued scanning until he finally saw the bot, lounging against a discarded I-beam. “Heavy Load! Break’s over! Get back to work!”
Jazz chuckled to himself. “It certainly seems like he can get the job done.”
“If there’s one thing Wedge knows, it’s building,” Ratchet replied. Suddenly his commlink flared to life.
“Ratchet, come in!” Optimus Prime said hurriedly.
“I’m here, Prime. What’s up?”
“Get to the Space Bridge Network, now! We have to get to Earth!” Prime shouted into the comlink.
“Earth? Wh-” Ratchet asked
“There’s Autobots there that need our help! HURRY!”
The signal went dead, and Ratchet just stood there for a moment.
“What?” Jazz asked, staring at the unmoving medic.
“Did you want to go back to Earth?” Ratchet inquired.
Jazz thought for a moment, “Sounds cool to me.” He said, giving two thumbs up.
Ratchet sighed, “COOOOOME on,” the old bot said as he turned to leave.
“Wait, NOW?” Jazz shouted after him, but the old bot had already turned into his ambulance mode and started to drive off. “Well, at least wait for me!” He hollered, transforming into his sports car mode and taking off at full speed after Ratchet.
Over-Drive hid behind a large semi. The truck nicely blocking anything the attacking Decepticons had to throw at him-
Except for lasers.
Laser blasts suddenly tore through the trailer of the truck and out the other side. Over-Drive quickly transformed into car mode and drove off at top speed. He could hear the Starscream clones transforming and flying after him. He thought he could out drive them, until he was struck by a sonic boom. The sound scrambled his circuits, causing him to lose control. He spun out and crashed into a street light.
The blue clone flew by first, looking down at the wrecked Autobot.
“So, my specialty is sonic booms. I guess I should call myself Thundercracker,” the egotistical clone laughed. By then the other clones had caught up and transformed back into their robot modes. On the ground, Over-Drive was still regaining composure when his com-link flared to life.
“Over-Drive, do you read me?” the com-link blared.
“LooUd aNd CLeaAr...” Over-drive half mumbled, half whispered, slowly regaining his composure.
“Wrong sports car...” he heard Legatron mumble over his commlink. Over-Drive didn’t understand the “joke”.
“The Autobots from Cybertron are responding!” Glyph said enthusiastically. “They’re coming as soon as they can! We have to fire up the Space Bridge!”
“Got it, be right there,” Over-Drive replied, looking over at the Starscream clones who were arguing about who should get to finish him off.
“I am superior! I should!”
“I never get to do anything!”
“I want more guns!”
“You’re an idiot, Dirge.”
“Guys, he’s staring at me!”
Over-Drive took advantage of their infighting and broke through their defensive line at full speed.
“Hey! What-?” One of the clones shouted.
“ARGH! MY SUPERIOR FOOT!” Thundercracker roared as his foot crumpled under the Autobot’s tires.
“Why do the Autobots always get to go so fast? It’s not fair!” a maroon colored clone whined, ignoring his fellow blue clone’s pain.
“He almost ran me over! I...think I’m gonna...spring an oil leak...” Skywarp cried, passing out and falling onto the blue and yellow clone’s arms.
“I WANT MORE GUNS!” Dirge barked, dropping the cowardly clone to the hard asphalt street.
Flying through Detroit’s roadways Over-Drive soon realized he was being tailed. He made a hard right, followed by a hard left. The vehicles were still bearing down on him, forcing him to sharply turn and spin around, coming bumper to bumper with Dragstrip and Wildrider. The two Stuntrons swerved to avoid hitting him, allowing Over-Drive to race off at full speed, passing in-between them.
“Oh, dear, where is he?” Isaac mumbled to himself. He surveyed the roadways beneath Sumdec Tower. Behind him, he heard Glyph and Legatron working on the Space Bridge.
“For the last time, dude, I got this taken care of. Over-Drive should be distracting the Decepticons, not racing here,” Legatron said, with an accusatory glance at Glyph, who just shrugged at his stare.
“I know, I’m just...worried,” Isaac replied, eyes still fixed on the roadways.
“Over-Drive can take care of himself,” Legatron stated. “After all, he is a cyber-ninja.”
“Yes, I’m sure he’ll be fine.” a voice behind the group sounded, spinning around the two robots came face to face with Swindle, standing in the elevator doorway. “You, on the other hand...” Swindle laughed, extending his right arm toward them, his Scatter Blaster loaded. Before anyone could react his hand turned into a dual-laser blaster, a Gatling gun extended from his stomach, and twin prism-shaped blasters rose out of his back.
Legatron pulled out his right hand sword while his left hand retracted into his arm, transforming into a cannon. Likewise, Glyph retracted both of her hands, revealing her electro-stingers.
“How did you get up her without us noticing?” Legatron questioned as the two halves of his mouthplate covered his face.
“Sonic Jammer 3000,” Swindle replied as he pulled out a sphere-shaped device with purple circles on certain points. “It deactivates any and all alarm systems you may have.” He announced, using his best salesmen voice, and with that, he fired all his weapons at his opponents, forcing them to scramble for cover as multiple laser blasts streaked passed them. Swindle advanced towards them, blasters pointed every which way. He made his way slowly, keeping a careful eye out for anything that could pose a threat.
Two small, silver shurikens flew through the air and sank their blades into Swindle’s Scatter Blaster. “What th-” he yelped in surprise as he whirled around to face his assailant. A laser blast struck him in the back, forcing him to spin around, aiming his Scatter Blaster at Glyph, expecting the shot she was about to make. The blue femme’s expression changed to a mixture of shock and fear. “Saw it commin’,” Swindle bragged, as he fired his Scatter Blaster...
But nothing happened. Swindle’s smile dropped like it was made of lead. He tried to fire again, but to no avail. He tried twice more, before realizing the two shurikens were still stuck in in the plating of his cannon. Thinking they had caused a jam in some of the internal mechanics of the weapon, he tried to remove them. The small weapons shocked his purple fingers as he tried to pry them loose. He noticed the same energy was being transferred to his cannon, causing the failure. Swindle swore by the fourth moon of Gigantion before looking up, only to see his opponents had again gone into hiding. Once more cursing under his breath, he began searching for them again.
Optimus looked at the assembled Autobots. Several he had fought alongside before such as Bulkhead, Sari, Arcee, Ratchet, Bumblebee, Jazz, but there were several new ones as well; an orange ‘bot named Ironhide, a red and white female medic named Red Alert, a stubby, green robot named Brawn, and Hot Shot, a young, blue and yellow mech.
“Are you sure we need this many Autobots on Earth?” Optimus asked Sentinel, raising an eyebrow.
“Hey, I’ve noticed Earth to be a primary target for Decepticons. I want to make sure the job gets done.” the blue, big chinned commander replied.
“Alright, if you’re sure you know what you’re doing...”
“Are you questioning my decisions?” Sentinel barked.
“No, no, I just...” Optimus began, raising his hands in defense.
“The Space Bridge is ready, sir.” Powerflash reported. “Any soon-to-be transported ‘Bots should get ready to make the jump.”
“Alright,” Sentinel replied, his mood suddenly cheerful, “You heard him! Get in position!”
“No hurry. The Space Bridge on Earth still hasn’t been set,” Powerflash stated.
“Then what’re they doing?” Optimus mumbled to himself. He made sure Sentinel wasn’t looking before activating his commlink.
Legatron’s commlink beeped. “Eh, what’s up, Doc?” he answered.
“This is Optimus Prime.” The Autobot on the other end of the line stated.
“Oh, hey. I was wonderin’ when I would get to talk to you.” The little robot replied.
“Uh... who is this?” Prime queried.
“Name’s Legatron. I’m an Autobot. Well, actually, I’m not exactly an Autobot, technology wise, but I’m on your side.”
“Okayyyyy... what’s the hold up with the Space Bridge?”
Legatron dodged a blast from Swindle’s back cannons. He looked up and noticed that the Transwarp field hadn’t materialized in the Space Bridge “That’s weird. The Transwarp field…” looking down he noticed a computer screen with a message blinking on it. He zoomed in, sighting the message. “Oh, I see the problem. It’s on ‘Standby’. Hang on, Prime. I’ll have you over here in a nano-klik.”
Legatron knew he was too far away from the bridge to make it over and not be seen by Swindle. But that was OK. He aimed his right fist at the control panel. The blue design on the top of his arm extended up an inch, and a grappler shot out. The grapple tool arced toward the controls. Sure enough, Swindle noticed, but by the time he did, it was too late. The tool slammed into a button, and the Space Bridge hummed to life.
“Slag...” Swindle muttered.
“We are connected with the Space Bridge on Earth,” Powerflash announced. The soon-to-be-transported Autobots stood ready. “OK...NOW!” the space bridge technician shouted as the assembled Autobots leapt through the Transwarp field, and disappeared from sight.
Back on Earth, the Space Bridge crackled with energy as the horde of Autobots came through, taking the elevator down from the high-up receiving platform. They then came face-to-face with Swindle.
“Swindle,” Optimus started, “I hereby place you under arrest.”
The Decepticon laughed as, all the Autobots pointed their weapons toward him. “Nice try, but fat chance.” Swindle quickly turned away. His arms clamped onto his sides, his head retracted, and his legs folded behind his back, turning him into an SUV. The Autobots opened fire, but Swindle was already driving off at top speed toward the edge of the tower. Before anyone could react, he drove straight over the edge.
Everyone hurried to the edge, and watched as halfway down the tower, Swindle unfolded back into his robot mode. He landed hard, crunching the street below him. Cars went every which way, trying to avoid him as Swindle resumed his vehicle mode once again, and drove off.
“We should chase after him!” Hot Shot practically shouted.
“Bad idea.” The Autobots turned to face the voice; a green, five-and-a-half foot tall robot. “You’ll need Earth modes if you’re gonna drive around. Besides,” he watched Swindle disappear into traffic, and smiled, “He can’t go many places without us knowing.”
“Uh...so who’re you?” Ironhide asked.
Legatron sighed to himself.
Ironhide watched Legatron work on the cannons he was attaching to the red country bot’s arm.
“Are ya’ sure these things are ness’sary?” Ironhide asked in his thick southern drawl.
“Positive,” Legatron replied. “There. Now you can scan your Earth mode with no problems.”
“So why do I need these again?” the red Autobot queried.
“Your shielding power gives you great defense, so I’m making you stronger with a good offence.” The little green robot sighed in annoyance.
Ironhide stood up and walked out of the Autobot’s base with Legatron in tow. Standing outside the base, Ironhide watched as the traffic buzzed by in a hurry to get to who knows where.
“Woah!” Ironhide exclaimed. “Now there’s somethin’ I like!”
Legatron followed his gaze to a large, powerful pickup and smiled as Ironhide scanned it. Immediately, Legatron could see Ironhide begin to change. The window on his chest turned into a rectangle, and his treads changed to wheels. The headlights on his stomach changed design, and he gained a grill. After a few more changes, his new robot mode was complete.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Legatron questioned. “Try it out!”
Ironhide nodded. His head retracted as his stomach folded out. His arm folded underneath him, and his legs clamped together and relocated, finishing his transformation.
“So, how’s it feel?” Legatron asked as Ironhide revved his engine.
“Pretty cool!” Ironhide replied, driving donuts for a bit, testing out his new vehicle form.
“Ironhide, is that you?” A yellow, blue and red sports car rolled up, followed by an ambulance, a small off road vehicle, and Over-Drive.
“Hot Shot, Red Alert, Brawn?” Ironhide asked, looking his friends alt modes over.
Sari got out of the yellow car. Sure enough, the car transformed into Hot Shot, the ambulance into Red Alert, and the off road vehicle to Brawn.
“The gang’s all together!” Sari said as Ironhide transformed back into robot mode, a sad expression on his face.
“Uh, Sari?” Legatron whispered. “Their leader was infected with cosmic rust.”
“OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH...” Sari said.
“He’s recovering, last I heard,” Red Alert stated.
“Oh, uh...that’s good...” Sari stuttered, unsure of what else to say.
“So, we gonna go ‘Con hunting or what?” Brawn asked, gesturing to his team.
Legatron shook his head. “Better to get you guys familiar with Detroit first. Ya wanna take it from here, Over-Drive?” he asked.
“Sure. Follow me!” Over-Drive shouted, revving his engine and peeling away from the base.
The four remaining robots shifted back into their vehicle modes and drove off, following Over-Drive out into the heavy traffic, leaving Legatron and Sari alone in front of the base.
“Well,” Legatron activated his jetpack, “I’m outta here.”
“What? Where are you going?!” Sari shouted after him.
“To take care of… business.” He replied, lifting off the ground.
“I swear there were ten Autobots at least!” Swindle exclaimed.
Circuit Board and the other Decepticons looked at him in disbelief.
“This is getting serious,” the round-headed robot mumbled. He turned his gaze toward Dragstrip. “Dragstrip, round up the clones. It’s time to initiate Operation: Allspark extraction.”
The End... For Now.
|02-16-2012, 08:09 AM||#2|
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|02-18-2012, 09:22 AM||#3|
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Multi-Versal: Transformers Animated
Episode 2: Rain, Rain, Go Offline
Location: Decepticon ship Lemuria, stationed on planet Earth.
Time: 30 Minutes after the events of Driven to Destruction.
“Are you guys sure about this?” Skywarp asked, he lay bolted down on an operating table, a worried look on his face.
“Uh, yeah...” Dragstrip replied, being sure to not look the clone in the eye. “I’m sure...” Sure this will get us an AllSpark fragment, that is, Dragstrip thought; I’m not so sure you’ll survive. Dragstrip activated an electromagnet pulse that temporarily shut down Skywarp’s consciousness systems. Not too far away from the restrained jet, Circuit Board pressed a button on a control panel, sending a bolt of energy into Skywarp, opening his cockpit. Circuit Board carefully reached in and went to work.
5 Minutes later...
“Well?” Dragstrip asked.
“I got good news, and bad news,” Circuit Board replied. “Good news, we successfully got the fragment.” He held up a small, blue crystal. “Bad news, Skywarp didn’t make it.”
Dragstrip’s goateed face twisted into a sinister smile. “Pity.”
Circuit Board nodded. “But I know what went wrong, so we can do it differently next time.” He smiled. “This may just work out after all.” He said, turning to Wildrider. “Put Skywarp’s body in storage. We might have some use for it later.”
After the task was done, Wildrider locked the door to the storage room and left.
Location: Earth’s moon. Crash site of Decepticon ship Nemesis.
Deep within the Nemesis, a computer flared to life. A timer had just reached Zero, setting several robot arms into motion. Three Starscream clones were activated as robot arms put tiny AllSpark fragments in their Spark Chambers. As their processors came online, their primary programming took over, and they knew of their mission: Destroy all Autobots on Earth.
Location: Autobot HQ.
A security alarm blared as Legatron and Bulkhead rushed to a nearby computer screen. They were quickly joined by Ratchet, Arcee, and Jazz.
“Dude, what’s happenin’?” Jazz asked.
Ratchet scanned the screen. “Three Decepticon energy signatures heading straight for base. New ones,” he added.
“When will they get here?” Bulkhead asked.
Ratchet studied a stream of numbers. “Oh, in about-” he said, just as a massive explosion rocked the base. "Now.” Rushing outside the Autobots saw three Harrier jets- one green, one white, and one yellow, circling high above the base. The green one suddenly swung around to face them, cannons firing. The Autobots dodged expertly as the blasts flew past, searing through the nearby cement sidewalk, almost seeming to melt it.
Legatron’s optics went wide as he realized the color schemes and the acid blast were familiar…
“Rainmakers...” he whispered, the sounds of screaming jet engines, snapping him out of his trance just in time to see the yellow jet barreling toward him. He dodged a laser blast from the jet, noting that looked an awful lot like a bolt of lightning. The wayward shot struck an air conditioner on the outside of the base, overloading it, causing the machine to explode. The jet quickly dodged out of the way as Jazz leapt towards it, energy-nunchaku flailing.
The green jet laughed, transforming in mid-air. “They stand no chance against us!” He growled, pointing his arm cannons at Ratchet. “Rainmakers, DESTROY THEM!” he bellowed as Ratchet barely dodged the acid blast he sent bolting towards the old medic.
The other two jets transformed as well. “What are you talking about?” the white and light blue one complained. “The Decepticons couldn’t win the Great War, much less this tiny battle!”
“Shut it down, Snowblind!” the yellow clone barked, "We can too win this! The Decepticons had many a victory during the Great War!”
“You BOTH need to shut it down and fight!” The green clone barked.
“Then why don’t you just melt them, and save us the time Acid Storm!?” The yellow clone barked back.
“I said, SHUT IT DOWN AND FIGHT, BOLTFLASH!!!” Acid Storm screamed, turning back to the Autobots, furiously firing wildly at them. The other two quickly followed his example.
The robots below scurried into the base while the rainmakers responded by blowing a hole in the roof.
“Ok... bad idea.” Bulkhead stated.
The ‘Bots quickly ran back outside, shifting into their vehicle modes, Legatron hopped into Jazz’s driver seat before rocketing down the streets of Detroit at top speed as the Rainmakers transformed and followed.
“Where are we going?” Bulkhead shouted from the back of the group.
Legatron grabbed a hold of Jazz’s steering wheel. Jazz allowed him to drive. “We’re going for help,” Legatron said.
“So why’re we doing this again?” Bumblebee complained. He and Optimus were hard at work...doing nothing.
Optimus surveyed a bird carefully constructing a nest. “You need to relax a little more, Bumblebee. Prowl was right in saying no one takes time to appreciate nature.”
“Yeah, well,” the little yellow robot stared off into the distance. He and Optimus were on a large hill just outside the city. It gave them a great view of Detroit and Lake Erie. “I just feel like I need some action, y’know?”
At that moment, Jazz, Bulkhead, and Ratchet roared by a street at the bottom of the hill. “Be careful what you wish for,” Optimus advised. Bumblebee followed his gaze to three oddly-colored jets that looked exactly like-
“More Starscream clones?” Bumblebee sighed, watching as Prime nodded, before transforming. He still had his wing backpack, dubbed “Apex Armor” by Legatron, so his truck mode now had added wings, allowing him to fly.
He thundered after the clones, blasters firing.
“What in the name of the ALLSPARK?!” Acid Storm cried, desperately trying to avoid the laser blasts, and forcing the Rainmakers to break out of formation.
Optimus’ commlink beeped. “Prime!” Over-Drive’s voice sounded, “What the heck is going on over there?!.”
“A bit of trouble…” Prime replied, glancing at the Autobots being pursued by the clones; Jazz, Bumblebee, Arcee, Ratchet, and Bulkhead. “I think we can handle these guys though-” He responded barely having time to avoid a shot from the green jet. As the clone streaked by, Optimus watched the blast collide with the pavement below him. The green shot quickly melted the road. “On second thought, we might need a little help.”
Down below, Jazz skidded to a stop, breaking off from the others. Legatron swung his door open and leapt out, cautiously approaching the acid burn in the street.
A quick scan revealed a ray of hope. “If we can get the right materials, we may be able to build armor that’ll properly shield us against this acid. We need to get Over-Drive, Red Alert, and Ratchet to the Omnibot, stat.”
“On it!” Jazz said as he started to make the necessary communications.
“Oh, and we’ll need Bumblebee, too,” Legatron added.
Legatron smiled. “You’ll see.”
“Sir, you might want to look at this,” Wildrider said as Circuit Board walked over to the display screen, only taking him a minute to realize…
“More Starscream clones?” he asked surprisingly, looking at the three jets on the screen
“Yes, sir,” Wildrider replied. “Which probably means-”
“AllSpark fragments,” Circuit Board finished, grinning darkly.
Wildrider nodded in agreement. “Should I send an assault team to retrieve the clones?”
“No,” Circuit Board replied, “We already have enough online clones. We’ll let the Autobots do the dirty work for us. Then we’ll take the fragments.”
1 hour later...
“Remind me again why I have to do this?” Bumblebee whined.
“Because you’re the smallest Autobot, and we have limited resources,” Legatron replied without looking up from his work.
“That’s not true!” Bumblebee exclaimed as Ratchet made some modifications to his arms. “Brawn’s a lot shorter than me!”
“Yeah, but your alternate mode is much more suitable for this operation. Besides,” He smiled and looked at the yellow bot, “Don’t you want to fly?”
Bumblebee’s optics went wide. “Fly?!” he asked, breaking into a big grin as Legatron nodded. “Why didn’t you say so?”
“Man, I’m exhausted,” Hot Shot complained. “We been fightin’ these guys for, what, a whole megacycle?”
“Quit yer’ whinin’!” Brawn snapped in his deep voice.”I’ve fought longer than this an’ been rarin’ fer more, so shut up and take it like a bot!”
“...’Rarin’?” Hot Shot questioned. “Whatever. Anyway, the others said they had some brilliant plan to help us out. Whatever happened to that?” Before he could get an answer, something roared by overhead. “Woah! What in the name of the AllSpark was that?!”
“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” the thing yelled as it shot by.
“Wait, I know that voice!” Bulkhead exclaimed. “It’s Bumblebee!”
“Bumblebee?” Hot Shot, Ironhide, and Brawn cried in surprise.
Bulkhead nodded, watching his diminutive friend sail through the air.
Ironhide looked on as Bumblebee shot toward the Rainmakers. “Whoever thought a’ that is a’fficially insane,” he murmured.
Bumblebee flew through the air at top speed. His vehicle mode was now attached to a blue pod-like jetpack that covered most of his car mode. Due to his new armor plating his body glowed with a medium gold hue in the sunlight.
Finally sighting the rainmakers up ahead, two blasters extended out of the underside of his flight pack and started firing laser bolts with amazing accuracy. The white seeker hardly knew what hit him before he was sent plummeting toward the ground.
Unfortunately for Bumblebee, the other two weren’t so ignorant. Acid storm turned his attention from a nearby Optimus to the little gold robot, and fired his Hyprion-3 acid cannons.
To his surprise, the green acid slid off Bumblebee’s jet-pod without so much as marking his paint.
Bumblebee shifted to robot mode, the “pod” transforming into a jetpack-armor combination. “Now I got ya!” the little robot shouted.
“Think again!” Boltflash shouted from behind as he shot multiple lightning bolts at the attacker, having no effect on the small robot. “Oh, slag,” he murmured.
“Now, I’m gonna-” Bumblebee was cut off as he was suddenly encased in ice.
Down Below, Snowblind hooted with victory, but his laughter was cut short as the ice encasing Bumblebee suddenly shattered.
“Can’t get me that easily!” the Autobot shouted. “We thought of EVERYTHING!”
“Nice work, Bumblebee!” Optimus shouted to him. “Now, try to lure-”
Prime’s advice was cut short by all three Rainmakers suddenly shooting at Bumblebee simultaneously.
“Oh, slag! HELP!!!” Bumblebee cried. The armor couldn’t take the stress of all three Rainmakers’ blasts at the same time; it slowly started to corrode away...
Ratchet tuned his Optical Tele/Microscope eyepiece to Bumblebee’s location. “It’s not working!” He shouted. “The armor can’t take all three of their powers at once!”
“Tell Bumblebee to get out of there!” Over-Drive said over his commlink, “I have another plan!”
“Why can’t you contact him?” Ratchet shouted back angrily.
“‘Cause I’m busy, that’s why!” Over-Drive shouted back before cutting the connection.
“Rassa-fraggin’ kids…” Ratchet muttered as he opened a channel to Optimus. “Prime, get Bumblebee outta there! We have some sort of plan!”
“I’m way ahead of you, Ratchet! ...What do you mean ‘some sort’?”
“They haven’t told me what it is yet.” The medibot complained.
“...Fantastic.” Optimus sighed as he swooped by the Rainmakers, pelting them with laser fire. Like all the other times he had tried this tactic, they hardly flinched. “OK, time for plan B,” He said as he pulled his battle axe out of his back compartment, ready for close combat.
Optimus charged the three clones.
The three suddenly froze, looking at him in surprise, not realizing it was just a bluff. Bumblebee shot away at full speed. By the time the clones realized their target had gotten away, it was too late.
“Bumblebee’s away from the Rainmakers!” Ratchet shouted into his commlink, “WHATEVER YER GONNA DO, DO IT NOW!”
There was a sudden creak of heave machinery, followed by the continual sound of moving parts. He looked to the top of the Omnibot and stepped back in surprise as he realized what was once a large protrusion on the ship’s hull was now a large cannon...
A fully charged laser cannon...
Pointed directly at the battle in the distance.
“It’s some kind of trap!” Acid Storm shouted, “RETREAT!”
Boltflash swooped low to the ground, grabbing onto Snowblind’s wings, hoisting him into the air.
As he transformed, Acid Storm was vaguely aware of a rumble in the distance...that he quickly realized was a huge laser blast. “WATCH OUT!” He shouted towards the others.
The attempt was, ultimately, futile. In jet mode, Acid Storm was able to avoid most of the blast, sustaining only damage to his wings, but Snowblind and Boltflash were almost completely obliterated.
“Target hit,” Over-Drive reported, “Well done, bots.”
Just then, Bumblebee walked in, still wearing his pod armor.
“Man, this thing is great!” Bumblebee bragged. “I mean, maybe you could work out the bugs, like, y’know, it almost melting, but still, it’s awesome! I mean, while flying, I felt just like...” Bumblebee continued to babble on and on about his armor.
Legatron shook his head. If he becomes mute like those other Bumblebees, he thought, life would be a lot easier.
Acid Storm ran through the trees as fast as his stabilizing servos could carry him. His right wing was half blown off, completely neutralizing his flying capabilities. He burst into a clearing-
-and nearly ran into a grinning white and black Decepticon. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” the other ‘Con said, “A Starscream clone that can’t fly. That will not do at all. Come with me, and I’ll fix you right up.”
Acid Storm didn’t see any reason not to, and followed Circuit Board into the woods.
The smoldering remains of Snowblind and Boltflash lay in a heap just outside Detroit. There were very few remaining parts of the robots, only their torsos and limbs were recognizable.
Three lime green and purple construction vehicles, a cement mixer, an excavator, and a forklift- drove up to the scraped clones. They quietly transformed into towering robots, revealing themselves to be the Constructicons. The forklift, Dirt Boss, approached the wreckage. He dug around in the piles for a moment, before smiling to himself as he withdrew two small of AllSpark slivers.
“Alright, we’s done here,” he called to the others as they all shifted back to their vehicle modes and drove away...
|02-23-2012, 05:43 PM||#4|
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Wings of Horror
Location: Space Bridge 126-207
“You’ll never get away with this!” Tap-Out roared in his deep voice, struggling with the ties that bound him. The two Decepticons guarding him, a large green brute named Brawl, and a skinny creep named Vortex, just glared at him while he stole a glance at his team; Flash, Flak, Landshark, and their leader, Thunderclash Major.
A brown and purple Decepticon, BlastOff, was hard at work on the nearby space bridge while a bulky, dark-blue ‘Con, Onslaught, looked over his shoulder.
“Alright,” BlastOff said, “Swindle has the device placed on the Autobot’s Space Bridge. All we have to do now is wait for them to activate it and we’re good to go.”
Straining to hear the two Decepticons Tap-Out knew whatever they were planning couldn’t be good.
Location: Earth. Detroit, Michigan. Sumdec Tower Space Bridge.
“No, no, no!” Bulkhead said to Ratchet, “You input the datatrax code BEFORE the trans-dimensional stream info!”
“‘Trans-dimensional stream info’?” Ratchet questioned, “We’re trying to get this thing working, not teleport ourselves to a different universe!” At his feet, Sari and Legatron exchanged annoyed glances.
“When do you think they’ll get this sorted out?” Sari asked.
“Well, first we have to find out the problem,” Legatron replied, looking at the techno-organic life form beside him.
Sari let out an exasperated sigh.
“...all I’m sayin’ is we should just turn the thing on and see what happens!” Bulkhead stated.
“Alright! FINE!” Ratchet replied. “But if anything happens, it’s your problem!”
Bulkhead nodded, then started to boot up the Space Bridge...
And it all went straight to the Pit from there.
“OK, it’s on; let’s go!” BlastOff shouted as a Transwarp field materialized in the Space Bridge. The four Decepticons quickly transformed into their vehicle modes before shooting through the portal.
“OK, Bots, listen up! Thunderclash said, trying to loosen his bonds, “We’re gonna-” Before he could continue with the order, the Space Bridge exploded, enveloping whole asteroid in a ball of fire.
As soon as the Transwarp field appeared, Ratchet knew something was wrong. The way the Space Bridge began wildly crackling with energy was a good clue.
Four vehicles suddenly shot out of the bridge; a green tank, a dark blue truck with huge roof cannons, a gray helicopter, and a brown miniature space shuttle. As the shuttle rocketed into the distance, the ground vehicles plummeted to the street below, transformed into robots, and landed in the same spot on the street Swindle had days before. They quickly transformed back into their vehicle modes, and drove off.
As he watched the vehicles speed off Ratchet heard a scream, turning around he could see Sari being pulled in by the still-active Space Bridge. Legatron instantly shot one of his grappling devices to her, but he too began to be pulled in.
“Oh, slag,” Legatron murmured.
“Guys! Hang on!” Bulkhead shouted. He tried firing his wrecking ball at them to grab on to, but the two small robots had already been sucked through the Transwarp field by the time the metal orb arrived.
The field wavered a moment before pulling Bulkhead through. With a metallic groan, it suddenly shut down. Ratchet stared a moment at the deactivated Space Bridge. He knew that, wherever the others had been teleported to, there was no way he would be able to find them. “Great. Now what am I gonna tell Prime?”
“AHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Out of nowhere, the helicopter swooped down and started wildly firing at Ratchet. The Autobot barely sidestepped the laser blasts that tore through the roof of the tower. The attack, the helicopter’s color scheme, its voice, it all seemed so familiar...
The copter made a quick 180 and continued its barrage. Ratchet ducked behind metal crate-
That was full of laser shot holes in seconds.
Vortex was about to totally annihilate that stupid old medi-bot when his commlink crackled. “Vortex!” Onslaught yelled, “Forget the Autobot and get over here!”
“Alright, alright, chill out.” Vortex ceased his attack and flew away.
After flying towards the source of the commlink signal he came upon Lake Erie. He flew over the deep blue water until he came to the remains of an island. Taking up most of the island was what looked like a purple Omega Sentinel with Lugnut’s head.
Vortex landed with astounding grace and stealth or, so he thought after having crashed through numerous tree canopies on the way down. His tail section split into his legs, his guns into arms, his rotor blades shifted to his back, and his head popped up out of the top of his cockpit.
He spotted an opening in the Sentinel’s armor and stepped inside. After some navigating, he found the others. They were sitting around a very official-looking conference table... but the effect was lost considering the whole room was sideways, due to the massive robot being on its back.
Seated in what looked like the leader’s chair was Swindle. On either side of him stood a Starscream clone with drill-tipped helmets. One was blue and gold, the other maroon and black.
“Glad you could join us, Vortex.” Swindle motioned to an empty seat.
Vortex plopped down in it. “Since when are you the head nacho?”
Swindle cocked an eyebrow. “Uh... I think you mean head honcho...” he threw a glance at Onslaught.
“Ever since he scanned the human Internet for an Earth mode he’s been more confused than ever,” Onslaught explained.
“‘Fused’?” Vortex said. “I’m not fused to anything.”
“And with any luck,” Onslaught murmured, “You won’t be.”
“And by the way, the seating arrangement was issued on a first come, first serve basis,” Swindle explained.
Brawl leaned closer to Vortex. “That means you got the worst seat in the-” abruptly, the chair Brawl was sitting on broke, sending him crashing to the floor, which was, technically the wall, seeing how the room was still sideways. The others burst out into resounding laughter.
“Still, I wouldn’t expect you to pick the best seat,” BlastOff said, referring to the heavy green tank sprawled out on his back.
“Alright, we’ve had our reunion,” Onslaught said, turning back to Swindle. “Now back to business. Are you familiar with the story of Abominus?”
Swindle processed a moment. “Yeah, I’ve heard of that. Some nutcase ’Cons tried to make five robots that could combine into one huge robot called Abominus. It failed, though.”
“You’re half right,” Onslaught started, “It did fail, but not right away. Abominus fought many battles in the Great War. Eventually, the release valves on the separate robots’ combination ports overheated and fused together, preventing them from separating.”
Swindle nodded slowly. “Yeeeahhhhhh... that sounds kinda familiar... but why bring it up?”
“What would you say if I told you that I had rediscovered Abominus’ technology?”
“What do you-” Suddenly, it all clicked. The story of Abominus’s components being fused, Onslaught’s comment that he hoped Vortex wouldn’t be fused to anything, and that they needed him for the operation.
“Are you saying what I THINK you’re saying?” Swindle half squeaked.
“I dunno...” Swindle replied nervously.
“The new tech will let you store even more weapons on your frame,” Onslaught promised.
Swindle’s face lit up. “Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s get some upgrades!”
“They’re sayin’ WHAT?!” Jazz shouted. Behind him, the other Autobots stared at Arcee in surprise.
“See for yourself,” Arcee said. She turned to the computer behind her and clicked a button. A news report started playing.
“This is Lester Black, reporting to you live from downtown Sumdec Tower where an odd predicament has started. It according to witnesses, the Autobots have used their large teleportation device on Sumdec Tower to teleport four robots to earth. A close examination...” The screen cut to some camera footage of the robots falling from Sumdec tower. The video paused and zoomed in on the largest robot’s chestplate, which sported a Decepticon insignia. “...reveals that the robots are Decepticons. What makes this worse is that each one of them appears to be heavily armed and destructive. Local businessman Porter C. Powell has this to say on the matter.”
“Powell?!” Optimus said in shock.
“Powell?” Hot Shot asked, “Who’s Powell?”
A short man with gray hair and a white suit came on the screen. “My fellow Detroit citizens: Today I bring you evidence of what we have feared all along; the Autobots are not what they seem.”
“That’s Powell,” Prime stated with a growl.
Powell continued to rant on and on about how he thought the Autobots must be allied with the Decepticons.
“Watta bunch a’ slag,” Ironhide stated, “I doubt this could get much worse.”
“Ironhide,” Prime started, “If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that things can always get worse.”
Ratchet, meanwhile, was staring at the image of the Decepticon from before that the news feed showed. There was something familiar about him. Something that turned up an old memory…
Location: Planet Cybertron. 8 million Stellar Cycles ago during the Great War.
Ratchet surveyed the battleground. There was nothing but destruction as far as his optic sensors could see. He heard someone walk up behind him. Glancing back, he saw his friend, Chromedome.
“It’s really something, isn’t it?” Chromedome said, “The destructive capabilities of the Decepticon’s new weapon, whatever it is, are greater than anything I've ever seen. Ever since they destroyed The Institute of Higher Programming...” He trailed off. He often brought up his old workplace for no reason other than the present situation reminded him of it- or rather, its smoldering remains.
“Yeah...” Ratchet replied absentmindedly. A few more ‘Bots approached- Hardhead, Siren, and the makeshift group’s leader, Pyro.
“OK, ‘Bots,” Pyro said, “I know things look bad, but this mission is of high priority. We have to find-AUGH!” A large blaster bolt slammed into his back, sending him flying forward. The others took defensive positions.
On top of the pile of rubble behind Pyro stood a large, bulky robot. Two huge cannons were slung over his shoulders. His chest bore the purple insignia of a Decepticon.
“Ratchet? Are you OK?” Optimus said.
“...Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m...fine...” Ratchet replied. “C-c’mon, let’s go see what we can do about maintaining our public image.
Optimus nodded. “Alright, Ratchet will come with me, and we’ll see what we can do about calming the humans. The rest of you will go out on patrol. Keep a special eye out for any unusual military vehicles.”
“Aw, sweet- does this mean I get to fly some more?” Bumblebee asked enthusiastically.
Optimus rolled his eyes. “Yes, Bumblebee, you can use your jetpack…”
Onslaught slowly came online. As his optic sensors focused, he saw BlastOff’s grinning face.
“It worked, I take it?” the blue robot muttered.
BlastOff nodded enthusiastically. “All systems are functioning normally- and in some cases, BETTER than normal!”
Onslaught sat up. “Good.”
Blastoff handed him a large gray piece of metal with a Decepticon insignia on it. “Your shield, sir.”
“Shield? I don’t have-” Onslaught paused as he recalled the shield was in the blueprints for the operation. “Oh, right.” He accepted the defensive tool. “Sorry, my processor’s goin’ a little slow...”
“The other said the same,” BlastOff replied. “Even I felt a little woozy at first.”
Onslaught rested his head on his hands. “Alright. We’ll wait to regain our composure, then test out our new upgrades.”
Optimus looked into the news camera. Beside him, Ratchet fidgeted impatiently. The camera-bot motioned the news reporter to begin.
“This is Lester Black, reporting to you once again live from Sumdec Tower. Here I have Autobot leader Optimus Prime and his chief medic, Rach, to-”
“Uh, it’s Ratchet,” The medi-bot spoke up.
“Um, yes, well, my mistake...” Hector said nervously.
Ratchet rolled his optics in annoyance.
The newscaster cleared his throat. “A-anyway, they are here to speak to us about the recent rumor that the Autobots are working for the Decepticons. Optimus, what do you have to say on the matter?”
“It’s a buncha’ hooey!” Ratchet exclaimed.
Optimus shot him a warning glance. “While the Autobots and Decepticons may be the same species and from the same planet, we are still very different,” he started. “The Decepticons couldn’t care less about the lives they destroy upon their quest for power and supremacy. We Autobots have sworn to protect all forms of life, including- no, especially, humans. We-”
Optimus heard the sound of a rapidly approaching vehicle-
-and saw a dark blue semi with top-mounted guns heading right for him.
Optimus’ optics darted to the crowd of humans had gathered to hear him speak. That crowd was right between Prime and the truck.
The truck showed no interest in stopping.
Prime leaped over the crowd, triggering a wave of panic in the gathered humans. Once they saw the truck ram into Optimus, they quickly fled.
Ratchet activated his magnets and tried to get a grip on the vehicle, but it escaped his grasp by blasting him with its cannons, sending the medic flying back. The vehicle sped forward as it began to change. The back section of the truck flipped under the chassis and separated into legs, while the sides extended into arms. The huge cannons swiveled onto the robot’s back as its head rose up.
Ratchet gasped. It was one of the Decepticons that came through the Space Bridge, alright, and it was the same one the news report focused on.
Seeing him on TV was one thing, but seeing him in person...
Location: Planet Cybertron. 8 million Stellar Cycles ago during the Great War.
“HIT THE DIRT!!!” Siren shouted. The Autobots scrambled for cover. Ratchet and Chromedome dove behind the wreckage of a battle machine wile Hardhead and Siren hid behind a pile of rubble.
Suddenly, blaster fire rained down on Hardhead and Siren. The two Autobots shifted into their vehicle modes- Hardhead an assault tank, Siren a Cybertronian crime-response vehicle. They sped away as fast as they could.
Ratchet focused his processors on the airborne Decepticons responsible for the attack. One was a gray and blue vehicle with top-mounted rotor blades, the other a brown and gray spacecraft.
The rotor-bladed vehicle took off after Siren. Having no ground-to-air weapons, all Ratchet and Chromedome could do was helplessly watch as Siren was repeated blasted with laser fire from the Decepticon’s twin blasters. The guns charged for a moment, then each let two huge laser blasts that merged into one in mid-air. Both arched over Siren’s vehicle mode and struck the front of it.
Siren skidded to a rough stop as his engine burst into flames. The small vehicle tried to move or transform, but was unable to do either. Ratchet shifted into his four-treaded vehicle mode and sped out toward Siren.
“Ratchet, DON’T!” Chromedome yelled, but it did no good. Ratchet had made up his mind. It was bad enough they had knocked Pyro out; he wasn’t going to let them take out Siren, too.
The rotored-Decepticon suddenly came back into view, pounding Siren with heavy laser fire...
Until, with a scream that made Ratchet’s Energon flows run cold, the rest of Siren’s vehicle mode burst into flames and was engulfed in a fiery explosion.
Ratchet snapped out of his trance. Yes, the Decepticon that had just rammed Prime was the same one from all those Stellar Cycles ago. The one that had shot Pyro in the back.
He recalled the other robots that emerged from the Space Bridge earlier. He realized that the whole group that had attacked him that day was now here on Earth.
Prime was right, things could always get worse.
And they just did.
He was suddenly knocked to the ground by a large green, gray, and yellow Decepticon covered in weaponry. The giant ‘Con was about to literally lay the smackdown on Ratchet when Arcee suddenly zoomed up in vehicle mode and transformed. Leaping into the air she pulled two blue swords out of her back and swung them at the ‘Con with all her might. The swords sunk into the Decepticon’s shoulder blade.
The ‘Con recoiled as Arcee landed lightly next to Ratchet. Suddenly Ironhide came into view behind the Decepticon.
“Alright, punk,” Ironhide said, cannons aimed, “Time ta’-”
The Decepticons turned to face Ironhide. Both robots’ faces displayed surprise.
“You?!” They both said at the same time.
“You’re that Autobot that fought me when your group tried to foil our plans to take over the Gpii System!” the ‘Con said, “What was your name, Ironsides?”
“Ironhide” the Autobot growled. “You’re Brawl, right?”
“Yup,” Brawl replied, “And these are my friends, Swindle, BlastOff, and Vortex.” The three Decepticons he named joined the battle. Two harrier jets circled the area; they were obviously Starscream clones.
“Oh, yeah?” Ironhide replied. He turned around and motioned toward several approaching Autobots. “Well, ah’ got Hot Shot, Red Alert, Brawn, Bumblebee, Bulkhea-” He was abruptly cut off by Brawl shooting at him.
Ironhide willingly returned fire.
Optimus struggled against Onslaught's powerful grip. The two robots were deadlocked in servo-to-servo combat, so Prime decided to tip the scales in his favor. He swung his cannons over his shoulders-
But Onslaught was faster, activating his own back-mounted cannons. Onslaught’s powerful laser blasts completely demolished Optimus’ guns, the explosion knocking him over. Onslaught loomed over his fallen opponent... and suddenly realized that the Autobots had reinforcements that were honing in on him.
“Enough is enough,” he growled. “Combaticons,” he leapt in the air, his backpack converting into a jetpack, “Let’s show these Autobots what we’re capable of!”
“Yes, sir!” the other Combaticons shouted. The fliers took to the skies wile Swindle and Brawl activated their new Jump Jets. All the Combaticons except Onslaught converted into their vehicle modes.
Onslaught's head retracted, his thighs folding into his lower legs, while his arms folded in half at the elbow. Swindle and Brawl’s vehicle forms then attached to Onslaught’s feet, the front of Brawl’s tank mode folding down so that he and Swindle were about the same length. Swindle’s vehicle back folded to be flush with his roof as Brawl’s legs folded down as if being converted to robot mode, but his thighs retracted into his legs, similar to Onslaught’s. Large toe-like blocks extended from Swindle’s bumper and Brawl’s back. In the air Vortex and BlastOff’s robot legs extended out of their vehicle modes staying latched together while their vehicle fronts then attached to Onslaught’s arms, with BlastOff latching onto the right, and Vortex onto the left. Massive gray hands extended out of both of the flier’s feet as the arms lowered into position.
Finally, with Blastoff to his right, and Vortex to his left. A giant gray and black head rose out of the place Onslaught’s head would be. The Autobots stared in horror at the mammoth robot, standing before them as it spoke:
To Be Continued...
Location: Universal Stream Sagius 911.02 Iota
Bulkhead’s optics slowly opened as he began to wake up. He focused on the sky- but rather that a sky, it appeared to be a white-painted ceiling. Confused, he glanced around.
His jaw nearly hit the floor. All around him were giant pieces of furniture- a couch, a coffee table, a TV- all on a huge scale.
He suddenly spotted a Search-and-Recue helicopter above him. It swooped down before converting into the strangest robot Bulkhead had ever seen- rather than made of smooth plates of metal, he seemed to be made of jagged parts with sculpted detail. Even stranger was that he seemed to be made of PLASTIC.
“Ah, a newcomer. Didn’t know the owner ordered any new figures.” the robot greeted, extending a hand. “Name’s Evac.”
A million questions flew through Bulkhead’s processor. Evac, head of Elite guard Search-and-Rescue? What was he doing here? Why was everything so massive?
Bulkhead glanced around, until he caught sight of his own arm. It, too, appeared to be constructed of plastic.
“You OK?” Evac asked.
Bulkhead opened him mouth to speak, but ended up fainting instead.
|03-09-2012, 04:37 PM||#5|
Wants an MP Devastator
Join Date: Aug 2011
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Sorry to keep you waiting (all two of you who actually read this), but I just haven't had time to upload the next part...
But I have time now!
Wings of Horror
Location: Decepticon ship Lemuria, stationed on planet Earth.
“Sir?” Slipstream said, looking over the computer terminal in front of her “You might want to take a look at this,” she remarked as Circuit Board strode up to the computer terminal and stared over her shoulder.
Circuit Board’s optics widened. “Onslaught? Here?” he asked as he continued watching. ”Why didn’t he tell me he was coming to Earth- and Swindle’s joined up with him?!” He exclaimed as the yellow robot came into view. “I’m going to have a word with Onslaught about thi-”
The computer suddenly displayed the Combaticons jumping in the air, and half- transforming before coming together to form one huge robot.
The two robots stared at the computer, mouths gaping. It took a moment for Circuit Board to find his voice.
“Keep monitoring them. I’ll get Dragstrip and Wildrider. They’ll want to see this,” he ordered.
Location: Detroit, Michigan.
The Autobots stared at the monstrous Decepticon standing before them. Slowly, Bruticus reached down to his right leg, formed from Swindle, and took ahold of the Decepticon’s Scatter Blaster, wielding it like a pistol. Suddenly, other weapons covering the massive combiner engaged, giving the Autobots little time to take cover before they were peppered by everything from lasers to missiles.
Optimus’ commlink flared to life as its owner quickly took cover behind an overturned truck. “Prime!” Over-Drive shouted over the wrist-mounted device, “What the smelt’s goin’ on over there?!”
“A better question is what the smelt have you been doing this whole time?!” Optimus shouted back.
“I’ve been working on my ship. And watching you guys on TV,” Over-Drive replied matter-of-factly.
“Well maybe you could get your tailgate over here and help us fight!” Optimus roared back.
“Sheesh. If I did that, Gylph would have to fire my ship’s laser cannon at Bruticus on her own. That wouldn’t work so hot considering operation of the thing is a two-bot job,” he sarcastically growled.
Optimus narrowly avoided a missile. “Well, fine. J-just hurry up, alright?”
“You got it, boss-bot!” Prime’s comlink clicked off. Optimus fired up his jetpack and took to the skies.
Bruticus was easily twice as tall as some of the larger robots like Bulkhead. Still, Optimus was faceplate-to-faceplate with the giant in no time flat. A pannel on each of Optimus’ arms raised up and shot a steady stream of fire-retardant foam into the giant’s eyes.
“GAHHH!” Bruticus screamed, stumbling for a moment before attempting to wipe the foam from his face. On the ground below the Autobots hid from the Gestalt’s view.
Bruticus howled with rage before firing wildly at the surrounding area.
To the Autobots’ dismay, it actually worked.
The gunfire was enough to drive the Autobots out of their hiding places- fast. The robots ran as fast as thier stabilizing servos could take them. When that didn’t work, they shifted into their vehicle modes and zoomed away at full speed.
By then, Bruticus had finished clearing the foam from his optics. If the Autobots thought his aim while blinded was deadly, then his aim with sight was downright lethal.
“Bruticus will destroy you all!” the giant roared. It had become obvious by now that Bruticus’ intelligence was limited. However, he posessed enough processing power to figure out which of the Autobots he had the most chance of destroying. In no time flat, Bruticus had the slowest Autobot in his crosshairs: Brawn.
The green offroad vehicle narrowly dodged the array of laser shots and missiles. He did, however, get blinded by the smoke from the explosions and ran straight into one of the gigantic, freshly blown potholes. Quickly, he converted back into his robot form and took off running. Unfortunately, he was not much faster running than he was driving. Soon, the smoke had cleared enough for Bruticus to see he had missed his target.
Optimus clicked on his commlink. “Over-Drive! If you’re gonna’ do something, now would be the time!”
“Hold on!” came the reply, “Just another,… there!” Prime’s commlink picked up the whine of heavy machinery warming up, followed by the sound of laser fire. A split-second later, a huge blue laser bolt struck Bruticus in the back. He roared in pain as he was sent tumbling to the ground.
The Autobots slowly emerged from their hiding places to survey the wreckage.
They were met by more blaster fire.
“What!?” Ironhide screamed to no one in particular. Slowly, Bruticus rose out of the giant crater. Though he had little capability of showing emotion on his face, the Autobots could tell he was pretty ticked.
Overhead, Bumblebee observed the giant in his Hyperdrive armor’s vehicle mode.
“The blast left a nasty scorch mark,” he reported over his commlink, “But there’s no sign of actual armor damage!”
“What in the name of Vector Sigma?!” Over-Drive exclaimed, “That’s impossible! The laser was set to full power!”
“Then I fear we may have a problem that we can’t handle.”Optimus said, shaking his head sadly, as he again took to the skies. If he was going down, he was going down fighting.
Location: Cybertronian ship Omnibot, stationed on Earth.
Over-Drive stared at the computer screen in front of him, which displayed Bruticus slowly rising to his feet. He let out a long, low sigh as he heard Glyph’s awkward footsteps approaching him.
“What now?” the blue fem-bot asked.
Over-Drive shook his head. “I don’t know.”
“You’re not giving up, are you?” Glyph asked in shock.
Over-Drive rose out of his chair and and sauntered to another computer. “I... I’m just not sure what to do, Glyph.”
Over-Drive admitting defeat? There was something Glyph never thought she’d see. “Then think of something!” she exclaimed in the loudest voice she had ever spoken in. “You’re a Cyber-Ninja! You’re a technological genius! You can’t just give up when your first plan doesn’t work, even if it is the best one you have! You can do this, Over-Drive. I know you can!” she exclaimed.
Over-Drive stared at her a moment, surprised out her outburst. Slowly, a smile formed on his face.
“Slaggit, you’re right, Glyph. The Autobots out there need me! Earth needs me! If the Combaticons create more of these giants, the whole universe will need me!” Over-Drive shouted, spinning around to face the blue fem-bot. “Glyph, I need a 3D model of Bruticus, stat!” he ordered, rushing to a nearby computer panel. Now wasting any time he furiously began typing on it.
“On it!” Glyph said as she, too, plopped down on a seat in front of a monitor and began clicking her fingers on the buttons and keys.
“Oh, Glyph?” She looked at him over her shoulder. “Thanks.”
She responded with a smile, and then turned back to her work.
“Status report!” Optimus shouted into his commlink.
“Ironhide, Jazz, and Brawn are down!” Red Alert responded. “We’re going to have to focus our medical forces on them to ensure their survival.”
Optimus sighed. “Alright. Autobots, fallback! We can’t afford to loose-”
“NO!” Red Alert interjected, “We are unable to move the patients off the battleground! If you fall back, they’ll be wide open targets!”
“Oh...well, in that case; Autobots, advance!” Optimus stammered.
Shifting into vehicle mode, he flew back into the action. Bruticus was angrily swatting at Bumblebee, while the other Autobots attacked his feet. Whatever Onslaught did to their armor, Optimus thought, it worked.
“BRUTICUS WILL... DESTROY YOU!!!” the giant roared, as he managed to knock Bumblebee out of the air.
“AAAAHHHH!!!” the little robot screamed as he plummeted to the ground and landed with a hard CRUNCH. After a moment he popped his head out of the crater. “I’m...OK...” he annonced woozily.
Ratchet watched Bumblebee slowly crawl out of the crater. Something about it reminded him of...
Location: Planet Cybertron. 8 million Stellar Cycles ago during the Great War.
Ratchet watched as Hardhead slowly crawled out of a bomb crater in the ground. Sundenly, Hardhead was struck in the face by a large bolt of blaster fire, causing his head to blow apart like delicate pottery dropped on a hard floor. Ratchet turned to face the attacker; a tred-set ground assault vehicle. It rotated its missile launchers to face Ratchtet.
Quickly, the Autobot leapt behind cover. There he found Chromedome.
“We gotta get Pyro and bolt!” Ratchet yelled.
“I...uh...don’t think we can do Pyro much good...” Chromedome pointed to the distance.
Ratchet followed his gaze and saw the first Decepticon that attacked them finish off Pyro-permanently.
“No...” Ratchet muttered under his breath.
“You have to continue with the mission!” Chromedome persisted, “I’ll cover you!”
“No! It’s too dangerous!” Ratchet argued.
“You have to! You know this area better than any of us! I’ll cover you! Now GO!” Reluctantly, Ratchet converted to his vehicle mode and zoomed off at full speed. He stole a glance back at Chromedome; who was using his signature arm-mounted pipes to spew a special coating on some of the rockets the Decepticons were firing. The rockets were quickly covered in a shiny chrome coating and fell to the groung harmlessly.
Ratchet refocused his optic sensors to the front. Sudenly, he heard a massive explosion.
He looked behind him just in time to see Chromedome blasted to spare parts.
“CROMED-” Ratchet caught himself. He couldn’t let the Decepticons hear him. Chromedome was right; he had to complete the mission.
Because he was the only one left.
Prime’s commlink clicked on. “Optimus! Come in! Do you read!?” Over-Drive asked.
“Over-Drive, not now! Your weapon didn’t work, and unless you’re coming over here to fight-”
“I think I know how to defeat Bruticus,” he responded, shutting Prime’s mouth.
“Oh...” Optimus stammered. “Well, then, by all means, talk!”
Back aboard the Omnibot, Over-Drive studied the rough 3D model of Bruticus on his computer moniter. “I’ve done some studies...and I think Bruticus’ weak spot- or rather, spots- are his knees.”
“His KNEES?” Optimus exclaimed, surprised that such an essential joint would possibly be left unguarded.
“Yes... when he bends his knees enough, the internal mechanics become uncovered. Whack one with your upgraded axe and he’ll lose his leg!”
On the outside, Bruticus seemed to be a perfectly-tuned fighting machine. However, on the INSIDE, he was little more than five robots squabbling over what to do next.
Focus on the downed Autobots and Medi-bots! Brawl and Vortex thought.
No! We’ll get them later! Blastoff and Onslaught argued.
Don’t hit them too hard! Swindle shouted, I want to salvage their weapons and tools!
Quiet! The others thought back at him.
The Combaticons were suddenly aware via BlastOff’s sensory equipment that Optimus Prime was moving in fast, laser axe drawn.
Focus the attack on Optimus! All the Cons thought together and therefore, Bruticus thought as well. Optimus had the axe ready and aimed at the Gestalt’s head.
Dodge Prime, quick! The thought, originating from BlastOff, shot through Bruticus’ processor. Bruticus leaned back, using his left leg, Brawl, for support.
However, Optimus didn’t swing his weapon. Rather, he swooped down to Bruticus’ right knee.
Each Combaticon wondered what he was doing- flooding Bruticus’ brain with possibilities. So many in fact, he was unable to think or react when Optimus attacked.
All of the Combaticons screamed with pain and rage as Optimus Prime struck Bruticus’ right knee with the sharp blade of his axe.
IMPACT! Stealthily, the axeblade sank into the exposed machinery on Bruticus’ knee. The shock to the giant’s combination systems was so great that, one by one, the Combaticons fell apart changing into their robot modes.
Optimus landed in front of Onslaught and soon, the other Autobots had also surrounded the Combaticons. Each ‘Con knew they were in no condition to fight, as their systems were still shocked from the forced separation.
With this in mind, Onslaught reached into one of the pouches on his belt and withdrew three small spheres that he quickly threw on the ground. Upon impact with the largely destroyed pavement, they exploded into a thick, black smokescreen. The Autobots charged in, but at close range, the smoke interfered with their sensors, making them incapable of tracing the Decepticons.
By the time the smoke had cleared, the Combaticons were long gone.
Location: Autobot Earth Base.
“There, that should do it.” Ratchet said as he clicked shut the panel on Ironhide’s arm. The orange robot stood up and rotated his elbow.
“Good as new. Thanks, Doc!” He noticed Ratchet was staring off into space. “...Ratchet? Ya’ OK?”
Ratchet snapped out of his trance. “Uh? Oh...yeah, I’m fine...”
Ironhide looked at him curiously. “OK... well, thanks for the fix.”
“You’re welcome,” Ratchet replied as Ironhide left the room. He stared at a wall, his mind again slipping away…
Location: Planet Cybertron. 8 million Stellar Cycles ago during the Great War.
Ratchet kept driving until he was positive he was not being tailed. Still going at top speed, he transformed to his robot mode and skidded to a halt. He turned around to survey the battleground where his friends had done their last deeds.
The battlefield was suddenly engulfed in constant explosions. Ratchet could barely make out what appeared to be the brown flying Decepticon from earlier bombing the place.
“Ratchet! Field Tech Ratchet, report!” Ultra Magnus’ voice came over Ratchet’s communicator. “What’s your status?”
Ratchet sat down behind the cover of a chunk of wall. “Decepticon fire everywhere, sir! We’re pinned down!” No, not ‘we’, Ratchet thought, There is no ‘we’ anymore. He was then knocked over by an explosion that was too close for comfort.
A cry for help directed his attention to a hole in the ground. In a lower layer of ground was a pink and white female Cybertronian.
“Ratchet, have you located the Intelligence Officer?” Ultra Magnus asked.
“Affirmative, sir!” Ratchet replied, “Unfortunately, so have the Decepticons!”
“I need her processor in one piece,” Ultra Magnus explained, “She’s carrying valuable top-secret access codes. They must not fall into Decepticon hands!”
The transmission ended and Ratchet quickly engaged his arm-mounted magnets to provide a safe decent to the lower layer.
“Something’s wrong, Doc,” the pink robot said, “I can’t feel my leg!” Sure enough, the ‘Bot’s left leg was broken off at the knee. Ratchet knelt down and touched the exposed knee-circuts, recieveing a mild zap.
“OW! For starters, you’re in shock.”
“Yo, Ratchet!” Jazz said from the doorway, “You’re gonna wanna see what’s on the tube!”
Ratchet snapped out of his trance and growled to himself. This was the second time a run-in with a Decepticon from his past made him flashback to the time he met Arcee. Creakily, he followed Jazz into the main control room of the base, where he found the other Autobots watching yet another, news broadcast.
“…and so, there is no longer any doubt in the minds of the people of Detroit about the trustworthiness of the Autobots. They are, and always have been, our protectors. This is reporter Lester Black, signing off.”
The Autobots watched the screen with satisfaction. Not only had they prevented the Combaticons from destroying Detroit, but they had also mended their ties with the humans.
It had been a rare type of day where everything had ended very well.
Well, almost everything, Ratchet thought as he converted into his ambulance form.
“Where’re YOU goin’?” Hot Shot asked.
“I have some… business to take care of,” Ratchet announced before speeding out the door.
Later, Ratchet was atop Sumdec tower, working furiously on the Space bridge control terminal.
“Well? Can you get them back?” Isaac Sumdec asked worriedly.
Ratchet shook his head. “I can’t even figure out where they went, much less get them back,” he replied as he typed on the Space Bridge’s computer consol. “But don’t worry. Sari and Legatron are both resourceful ‘bots, and Bulkhead is a Space Bridge expert. I’m sure they’ll be able to get back here...eventually...”
“That’s…not exactly encouraging,” Isaac Sumdec mumbled.
“Useless! Absolutely useless!” Swindle complained. “I didn’t get to salvage any weapons, or even get to test out my new ones! What a waste of time!”
“Can it, Swindle!” Onslaught barked as he searched for a tool with which to fix some of the damage in Swindle’s forearm. “That wasn’t a real battle; it was a field test. And we weren’t trying to test your weapons, we were testing Bruticus.”
“Yeah,” he scoffed, “and look how that turned out.”
Onslaught gave Swindle a good, hard stare that was surprisingly effective considering the former robot lacked a set of eyes to stare with, instead having a glowing visor that stretched across his face. “That test was NOT a failure. What went wrong was simply a design flaw in Bruticus’ knees. We know what went wrong, so now we can fix it.”
Swindles purple optics went wide with realization. “Fix it? So…”
Onslaught turned back to his tools as sadistically remarked, “We’re not out of it yet.”
Location: Universal Stream Malgus -811.21 Iota
A large field lay in silence as a gentle wind sifted through what little grass it contained. Most of the land was taken up by burning, upturned earth and large craters.
Suddenly, a gigantic, blue ball of energy appeared in the sky. With a cackle of energy two small beings were flung out of it, landing hard on the charred ground. After laying for a few moments in silence, Sari Sumdec groaned, and sat up.
“Where... where are we?” she asked as she took in her surroundings. The field they were in stretched on for what seemed like forever, the only distinguishing features being a lake far off in one direction and a city in another.
The other being, Legatron, got up and surveyed the distant city. His optics zoomed in on one particularly tall structure with a somewhat familiar design.
“Oh, slag...” he murmured. What he saw wouldn’t make any sense to Sari- but to him, it was clear as crystal.
There, displayed on the building, was a massive purple and black Autobot insignia.
To Be Continued...
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Time for a new episode, and it's a long one...
Part One: Mirror, Mirror
Location: Universal Stream Malgus -811.21 Iota
“What? What is it?” Sari questioned, looking at the massive building dominating the skyline.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” Legatron replied, his gaze still fixed on the city in the distance.
“Try me,” Sari said.
Legatron took a deep breath then let it out slowly. “It appears that we are in a negative universe.”
“A what?” Sari asked, cocking an eyebrow.
“Toldja you wouldn’t believe me,” Legatron stated.
“No, I meant I have no idea what you mean by that,” Sari responded in an annoyed tone.
“A negative universe,” Legatron explained, “Is a universal-stream similar to that of nearby universe clusters, except that all of the universal incarnations of the inhabitants are the opposite of how they would normally be.”
Sari stared at him with a blank expression. “You lost me at ‘universe clusters’.”
Legatron thought for a moment, trying to come up with less complicated way of wording his explanation. “Well, it’s like-“
“Hey, look!” Sari suddenly exclaimed, pointing into the distance.
Legatron followed her gaze and spotted a tread-mounted Cybertronian vehicle and an Earth compact car, both an inky black in color, barely visible in the distance.
“Hey! Bumblebee! Ironhide! Over here!” Sari exclaimed, waving her arms frantically.
Legatron clamped a servo over her mouth. “What are you doing?! They’re not the Bumblebee and Ironhide we know! They’re- aw, slag, they’re headin’ right for us!” he exclaimed.
In a matter of seconds, the two vehicles had reached them, transforming into a black and silver Ironhide and a reverse-colored bumblebee with a blue head.
“Guys!” Sari exclaimed, “Boy am I glad to see y-”
“Shut yer’ trap, freak!” Bumblebee snapped in an unusually gravelly voice.
“Uh, yeah... be quiet!” Ironhide stammered stupidly as Bumblebee shot him a death glare.
“Wha-” It was then that Sari realized what Legatron meant by the inhabitants being opposite. The reversed color schemes, the weird speech patterns, the red optics- Sari couldn’t believe it.
They were in a universe of evil Autobots.
“Yer’ commin’ wit’ us, punks!” Bumblebee spat as his arms retracted and were replaced by a pair of dark blue stingers. Following suite Ironhide pulled a pair of large ‘hammer hands’ out of his backpack.
“Scatter!” Legatron shouted. Sari didn’t have to be told twice; she changed to her robot mode and bolted away from the towering robots.
“Git em’!” Bumblebee ordered.
“Duh... OK!” Ironhide replied as two silver tabs on his right forearm unlatched. He quickly swung his arm at the ground as his forearm expanded on the way down. As his hammer-hand struck the ground, a massive explosion went off, blowing an enormous crater in the ground, sending Legatron, Sari, and even Bumblebee, flying across the field.
Bumblebee hit the ground hard. “If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand fraggin’ times,” he grumbled as he sat up, “Give me some warning before you use the P.O.K.E.!!”
“Oh... uh... sorry...” Ironhide stammered.
Sari groaned as she struggled to sit up. A loud whoosh drew her attention to the sky, where she saw a maroon and grey fighter jet flying overhead, followed by a light gray and black harrier jet. The fighter jet quickly began firing missiles that peppered Bumblebee and Ironhide with fiery explosions, while the harrier jet landed next to Sari, cockpit opening.
“Hop in!” The jet said in a familiar yet friendly tone. Sari jumped as hard as she could, barely grabbing ahold of the edge of the open cockpit. Hoisting herself up, she landed softly on the jet’s pilot seat. Restraints clicked around her as the window top hissed closed. With a roar, the jet took to the skies.
Her commlink clicked. “Sari? Ya there?” Legatron’s voice said.
“Yeah,” she whispered. She deducted that Legatron was in the other jet. “Quick question- who are these guys?”
“Sari,” Legatron continued, “Meet Blitzwing and Thundercracker.”
Location: Sumdec Tower.
A purple-and-black robot of medium height sat in a large throne-like chair, resting his head on his hand, elbow propped up against the arm-rest. With his other hand he impatiently drummed his fingers against the chair’s armrest. The rest of the room he was seated in was filled with computer terminals and robots working furiously on them.
“Optimus, sir,” a small maroon-and-yellow robot piped up.
Optimus Prime turned in his throne to face the smaller figure. “Yes, Hot Shot?”
“Report from Bumblebee and Ironhide ‘bout the Transwarp surge,” he reported approaching the throne and handing Optimus a purple data pad. “Apparently, there were two human-sized beings responsible. One was a green mech, and the other…” He hesitated. “Well, see for yourself.”
Optimus stared blankly at the data-pad. His optics suddenly lit up as he read a particular sentence in the report. “...Sari Sumdec? Wearing yellow garments? ... and taken away by Decepticons?”
Hot Shot nodded.
“See if you can summon Sari. We need to have a word with our little friend,” Optimus said in a sadistic tone.
Hot Shot nodded again, than left the room to carry out the order.
Location: Decepticon Headquarters under Lake Eerie.
A tall, light-gray and black robot with blue highlights studied some mission reports closely. Autobot activity levels were spiking again. What kind of processor-glitched plan were they executing now? And then there was the report about the sudden surge in Transwarp energy in the middle of a field outside the city- was THAT somehow linked to the Autobot uprisings? He recalled having sent Blitzwing and Thundercracker to investigate that particular case. Now he was wishing he had sent them reinforcements.
“Megatron, sir,” the voice of the Decepticon Lockdown said over the gray robot’s com-link. “Blitzwing and Thundercracker have returned, and they’ve got... something you’ll want to see.”
“Alright,” Megatron answered, “Send them in.”
A few minutes later, Thundercracker and Blitzwing walked in the room with two human-sized companions at their feet.
Megatron knelt down to get a better look at them “...Sari Sumdec? Is that really you?”
“Yeah...” Sari stammered, “But not the Sari you know. I’m a… different Sari.”
Megatron’s smile dropped. “Pity, I was hoping she had seen the error of her ways. But, then, who are you?”
“We hail from a universe parallel to your own,” the other small robot, Legatron, explained.
Thundercracker and Blitzwing attempted to restrain their laughter. They succeeded only when Megatron glared at them.
“I have proof,” Legatron continued, “Name ANYONE here, Autobot or Decepticon, and I’ll be able to tell you what they’re like.”
“Alright, then,” Blitzwing started, “Swindle.”
“A merchant and charity worker who always gives an honest price,” Legatron replied.
“How about Lockdown?” Thundercracker asked.
“A medic, and a really good one at that,” Legatron responded.
Blitzwing thought for a moment, then smirked. “OK, then… Shockwave.”
Legatron glanced up at the larger robot. “You mean Longarm?”
Blitzwing and Thundercracker’s suppressed laughter had now changed to a look of shock.
“How did-” Thundercracker started.
“I took what I knew from Sari’s universe,” Legatron interrupted, “and thought the opposite.”
Sari raised an eyebrow at him referring do the other universe specifically as hers. Wasn’t it his home universe too? Unless-
“Well...” Megatron said, “You certainly have been traveling, it would seem.”
“Yeah, but we probably shouldn’t stay long,” Sari said.
“How do you expect to get back? A Stellar Spanner?” Thundercracker asked.
Sari glanced up at him, confused. “A what?”
“A Space Bridge,” Legatron explained. “And, yes. That’s how we got here, after all, so it makes sense that that’s how we’ll get back.”
“Then, my friends, we have a problem,” Megatron said as he stood up from his crouched position. “The Autobots are in possession of Earth’s only Stellar Spanner.”
“They’re in possession of the entire planet,” Blitzwing murmured. Megatron shot him a look.
“However,” Megatron started, “If you know as much about the Autobots as you know about the Decepticons, we may be able to overcome them and seize control of the Spanner.”
In a dark corner of the room, someone scoffed. “Like that will ever happen.” Out of the shadows walked an orange and white bot with a Starscream body-type.
Megs sighed. “What is it, Sunstorm?”
“Even if we could capture the Stellar Spanner,” Sunstorm explained, “How in spark’s name would we send them to another universe?”
“Critic,” Thundercracker murmured.
“I think,” started Legatron, “That if we go back to where we came, I can scan for residual Transwarp energy and input the data in the space bridge as coordinates. Then we should be able to transport home.”
Everyone just stared at him for a moment. “That... just might work...” Sunstorm murmured.
“But the Autobots may likely have the area under investigation,” Blitzwing stated.
“Well,” Megatron started, “I think I know a bot who can get us in.” He clicked his commlink on. “Soundwave, I need you to patch me through to our friend Shockwave.”
Location: Longarm Major’s office.
Typing, Cataloguing, and Sorting. This is what Longarm did all day, and it showed- everything in his office was meticulously neat and organized. He used his extending limbs to reach filing cabinets and data pads across the room. He rarely got any visitors; only the occasional secretary bot in need of a file or to clear up a scheduling issue, but even that was often done via commlink.
Longarm was in the middle of updating his own schedule when he got a message. Upon reading it, he permanently deleted it and pressed a secret button under his desk. His windows projected holograms that, when viewed from the outside, made it look like he was hard at work on his computer. Once the holograms had been activated, his computer began to change. The screen extended upward as several additional interface controls slid out of the side of the keypad.
Then Longarm himself changed. He grew taller and lankier. His hands morphed into three pointy fingers. His face was hidden by two sliding panels as the yellow circle on his forehead glowed. A small, lighter yellow slit formed down the middle of his new, single eye.
A picture of Megatron appeared on the screen. He appeared to have a small, green mech sitting on his tall shoulder.
“Megatron,” Shockwave said, “It’s been awhile. Too long, in fact. How can I serve you this fine cycle?”
“Shockwave, good to see you again. I’m afraid I have no time to chat, however. My friend here-” he motioned to the small mech on his shoulder, “-requires entrance to the area of the recent Transwarp surge.”
“Nice of you to cut to the point, but that will be difficult,” Shockwave reported. “The area’s been highly restricted. I’m not sure I can even get myself in.”
“Well,” the small robot started, “Surely you could bypass some security. After all, you are head of... uh, whatever you would call your job of filing stuff. You could say you need to see the scene yourself to clear up some issues- those other ‘Bots have surely screwed up incident reports before.”
“Hm... that’s not a half bad idea,” Shockwave said thoughtfully as he rubbed his chin. “Yea, these IDIOTS I’m forced to work with have screwed up report filings more times that I care to count. But the question remains- how would I sneak YOU in, of all things?”
The small bot smiled. “You guys aren’t the only ones who can transform.”
“Alright, listen up, punks!” a massive black and orange Autobot barked as his much smaller, cowering companions. “We’re here to get info! Scan for energy reserves! Find the source of that Transwarp surge! THAT DOES NOT REQUIRE EXPLOSIVES!!!”
Jazz shrunk back as Bulkhead yelled in his face. “S-sorry, boss, I just thought-”
“Thought!? You THOUGHT!?!?” Bulkhead roared, “I toldja tah leave the thinkin’ tah ME!!!!”
“Y-yessir, sorry sir!” Jazz sputtered, “It won’t happen again!”
“It had BETTER NOT!!!” Bulkhead replied.
Jazz ran off to put away the explosives he had brought along while Bulkhead turned to survey the rest of his workers when he noticed a familiar-looking crane approaching the field.
“Ah, greetin’s, Longarm,” Bulkhead said in a tone that sounded shockingly calm compared to the shouting he was doing moments ago.
“Hello, Bulkhead.” Longarm replied as he rolled up to him, not even bothering to transform.
“What brings a data clerk like you here?” Bulkhead asked curiously.
“Oh, just need to clear up some data is all. The data regarding this incident that was collected from Bumblebee was a completely different story than the one Ironhide told.” His crane top rotated, seeming to be looking around. In reality, he was letting the small green box in his storage compartment scan the area.
“Idiots,” Bulkhead scoffed. “Well, we think the surge’s from some Stellar Spanner malfunction somewhere, but haven’t gotten fah in ah investigation yet, so we can’t say f’ sure.”
“Alright then,” Longarm stated. “I’ll just head back to my office and finish working this out when you get those details.”
Bulkhead gave him and odd look. “You’re not going to investigate more now while you’re here?”
Longarm chose his words carefully- Bulkhead had a sharp mind; Longarm would have to make his lie convincing. “Hey, I’m just a lowly data clerk. I’ll let the REAL professionals like you handle this.”
Bulkhead beamed with pride, soaking up the praise like a sponge. “Good plan. We’ll get yah a report soon ‘s we got more data.”
“Sounds great to me!” Longarm shouted as he turned to leave.
Bulkhead watched Longarm vanish into the distance. He suspected that Longarm was up to something...
Because Longarm never left his office himself to clear up a filing dispute.
That’s what human slaves are for! Bulkhead thought to himself.
Longarm rushed along a road, heading for Sumdec Tower. Along the way, he had to make a detour. The bridge ahead was conveniently damaged by a very recent Decepticon attack. Along the detour, he ejected a small, green box out of his cargo bay. It clanked to the ground as he rolled on. The small box then sprouted arms, legs, and a head.
Legatron looked around until he spotted a manhole. He lifted the cover and jumped in, plunging into the darkness.
He landed softly in the water. Only it wasn’t water; at least, not all of it. It was mixed with sludgy oil and other random chemicals.
In his head, Legatron glanced at the map he had scanned. Being a small robot, he wasn’t very quick on foot, so Megatron said he would arrange for an “escort”. The meeting place was nearby-
His sensors flared. An Autobot was practically on top of him. There was no time to hide. A hovercraft-looking vehicle rounded the bend.
“Well, well,” it said in a rather proper tone, “What do we have here?” The vehicle morphed into the Autobot Seaspray. “A little runaway?” He scooped up a handful of water/oil and flung it at Legatron. The small mech easily dodged it, but Seaspray quickly threw more muck at him. This continued for a bit until Legatron decided to get an aerial advantage. He nearly activated his jetpack when he realized that the flames would ignite the oil. Instead, he shot his grapplers to the ceiling and lifted himself up. The muck-dodging continued with Legatron magnetically clinging to the ceiling, avoiding the hunks of sludge being hurled at him. Just as the small robot was about to run out of clean ceiling space to cling to, something hit Seaspray hard on the back of the head.
The stubby Autobot toppled forward, out cold. Behind him was a tall, lanky bot with a lime green and gray coloration. He was holding a long chain weapon. His chest had a red Decepticon insignia.
Legatron plopped onto the ground. “I take it you’re my escort?”
The ‘Con nodded. “Name’s Oil Slick.” He converted to a four-wheeled motorcycle.
“I’m Legatron,” the green bot said as he climbed onto Oil Slick’s seat. The motorcycled roared down the underground tunnels.
“Yer sure ‘bout that?” Bulkhead asked the other Bot over his commlink.
“Yup, I followed him just like you asked. He dropped somethin’ off alright,” The robot over the commlink replied. “I investigated the area. The only escape would be a hole to the sewers.”
Bulkhead sighed. “Alright. I’ll have Seaspray investigate. Return to your work.”
“OK,” Blurr responded over Bulkhead’s com-link. The transmission was cut and Bulkhead opened a new line. “Seaspray, come in.” Static. “Seaspray? Report!” More Static. “D*mn.” He opened yet another channel. This called for a hired hand.
“Man, this place is a huge maze,” Legatron said.
“Yeah, these sewers run all through underground Detroit,” Oil Slick replied.
“What... what was Detroit like before the Autobots attacked?” Legatron asked slowly.
Oil Slick waited a moment before answering. “Detroit was a nice place to live; no crime, good jobs, wonderful environment. Then the Autobots came, with us Decepticons in pursuit. Cybertron was in ruins. Earth has plenty of opportunity for energy creation. It wasn’t long before their tech was stolen by that mad scientist Isaac Sumdec... and it all went downhill from there...”
They both rode in silence for a while. “There,” Oil Slick broke the silence. “That tunnel will take us to the Decepticon base.”
“‘Alright!” Legatron said, “It’ll be good to get out of this stinkin’-”
“AHA!” A voice cried out from somewhere in the darkness. Something whirled through the air, strait for them. Oil Slick braked hard; the object stuck in the concrete wall. Legatron examined it. It appeared to be some kind of giant throwing star.
“Oh, no...” Legatron whispered.
Out of the darkness walked a skinny figure. It was apparent by the wheels in his legs that the ‘he had a motorcycle alternate form. His armor was a sickly green meshed with black. Various random details on him were colored gold, maroon, silver, and red.
“Prowl,” Legatron murmured.
“Yeah, that’s me!” Prowl said enthusiastically, “And you’re coming with me!” He let out a mad cackle as he threw more throwing stars. Oil Slick gunned his engine and roared down the sewers. With his prey getting away from him, Prowl decided to resort to his long-range weapons. Clear red devices on his forearms, which doubled as his vehicle-mode taillights, extended forward and started firing thin yet powerful laser blasts at Oil Slick. The skinny blasts pierced through the cement walls, not one hitting their intended target.
“Gah, hold still!” Prowl shouted angrily as he threw small grenades down the tunnel. They detonated, forcing Oil Slick to stop and convert to robot form. “Got you now,” Prowl shouted sadistically as he closed in.
Oil Slick reached to his leg and withdrew a canister, then pulled it in half, morphing it into his chain weapon. Cracking it like a whip, he began to strafe Prowl’s frenzied lasers.
Suddenly, Legatron jumped out of the shadows, battlemask engaged, and sliced his twin swords through Prowl’s left heel. The evil motorcycle howled in pain, giving Oil Slick an open chance to hit him with his chain weapon. As he went down, Prowl attempted to stop his fall by grabbing hold of an old, rusted pipe that ran from the floor to the ceiling. However, the ancient metal broke open under the robot’s weight.
Gas hissed from the broken tube. Prowl, however, took little notice. Instead, he pulled another grenade out of his backpack, pulled the pin, and tossed it at Oil Slick.
“Oh, smelt!” Legatron shouted. “Slick! GO!”
Oil Slick got the hint, leaping forward and transforming. Legatron used his grappler to get ahold of Oil Slick’s handlebar and pull himself onto the seat as they rocketed away.
Prowl was about to chase them when he realized why they were so panicked. He now noticed the broken gas pipe, filled with what was no doubt a highly flammable gas. He took one glance at the grenade when realization struck him.
“Oh, sh-!” the grenade went off, igniting the gas in a spectacular explosion. Prowl was engulfed in flames in nanoseconds.
“Hang on! We’re almost at the exit!” Oil Slick shouted, driving at top speed. Unfortunately, the mucky water was slowing him down greatly. Behind them, the oil on the water was ablaze, and the flames were catching up to them more rapidly than either Oil Slick or Legatron were comfortable with.
“There!” Oil Slick shouted. The eyes on the goat skull design on his motorcycle front blinked, sending a wireless signal, prompting a ramp to extend down from the ceiling. Flames licking his tires, Oil Slick sped up the ramp and jumped into a lobby area, landing with a loud screech on the hard metal flooring. Mechanical extinguishers put out the bits of flame that had gotten on the ramp as it retracted.
Megatron entered the room with Sari on his shoulder as the two newcomers assumed their robot forms.
“Did it work?” The Decepticon leader inquired.
Both Oil Slick and Legatron were panting hard to keep their ventilation systems going.
“Yeah... I got... the scan...” Legatron panted. “I think I could… input it in a space bridge.”
“Oh, there will be no need for that,” Megatron explained, “While you were gone, I brought in a Stellar Spanner expert.”
A pink and white female robot walked up behind Megatron.
“Meet Blackarachnia,” Megatron said.
“Status report!” Optimus barked.
“The sewer fire had been cut off from the North,” Cheetor said.
“The Eastern sewer tunnels are under control,” reported Bumper.
“West is taken care of,” Perceptor said enthusiastically.
“The East... uh... y-you should probably see this, sir,” Blurr said. Optimus walked over to him and peered at his screen to see half of Eastern Detroit ablaze. Adding insult to injury, the eastern portion of the city was where the Autobots’ new secret weapon was contained.
“Slaggit!” Prime roared. “Get Fire Convoy and Hot Spot on that.”
“Already done, sir,” Blurr reported.
“Excellent,” Optimus replied. “In the meantime, find out the cause of this fire. When I find who’s responsible- for this…”
“Sir?” Bumper spoke up. Optimus span around to face him. “We got a lead on that fire. Apparently Bulkhead hired Prowl to go after Longarm, who had dropped something off at some random location. Well, Prowl went into the sewer systems, and we haven’t heard from him since.”
“Hm... I see...” Optimus said. “If we ever see Prowl again, be sure to... pay him...”
“What about the Decepticons, sir?” Blurr inquired. “They’ll more than likely attack while we’re facing this crisis.”
Optimus thought for a moment. “A valid point; we shall send our little Omega friend, then,” Optimus said sinisterly, “To DISCOURAGE their efforts...”
“We are ready to commence the attack on the Stellar Spanner, sir!” A cone-headed Seeker reported.
“Thank you, Ramjet,” Megatron said as he followed the smaller Decepticon into the base’s hanger area. Once he arrived a small purple bot ran up to him.
“Megatron, sir!” The bot said.
“Yes, Viewfinder?” Megatron inquired.
“Terrible news,” Viewfinder reported, “Omega Supreme is back.”
Omega Supreme stomped trees flat as he walked along, blasting away at every rock, hill, and abandoned building in sight.
The purpose for this seemed little more than to get the Decepticon’s attention, but it ran much deeper.
Omega was searching- and destroying- the most likely calculated areas for the Decepticon base while still being in range of the Space Bridge. He would flush them out soon enough...
Out of nowhere, several Decepticon planes started ambushing him. His advanced processor calculated a total of eight Seekers, plus Blitzwing and Lugnut. However, as smart as he was, he was still too slow to swat the planes, leaving him to resort to other options. Several panels of his armor lifted up and retracted, revealing an insane amount of blasters and missiles that started wildly firing at the jets.
In the distance, Megatron, Starscream, Sari, and Legatron watched the battle.
“Do you think they can take him?” Sari asked.
“Honestly... no,” Megatron replied.
“Well, how did you beat him before?” Legatron asked.
“We didn’t.”Megatron said sadly.
“WHAT?!” The two inter-dimensional robots exclaimed.
“We simply went into hiding the last time Omega Supreme was deployed,” Starscream explained. “We never actually defeated him,”
“Megatron, sir!” Someone shouted over the tall robot’s commlink.
“What is it, Soundwave?” the Decepticon leader asked.
“Update on that huge fire,” Soundwave reported. “The Autobots seem t’ be focusin’ on savin’ one sp’cific area. Interestin’ thing is... well, it’d be easier to show you, if you had a screen.”
“I have a screen,” Legatron stated. The others looked at him in surprise. “What? I turn into a multi-media device.” He folded into his box-like alternate form. Some panels on his front retracted, revealing a monitor screen as he patched himself into Megatron’s commlink signal. “Alright, watcha got?” An equalizer on the bottom of the screen bounced as he spoke. Soundwave sent him the data, which the small robot quickly began downloading.
His screen displayed a 3D picture of a section of Detroit. One building was highlighted green.
“The green building is the one the Autobots are focusing on protecting. It is worth noting because…” Soundwave reported.
Legatron got the hint and activated the next file. The map gained an underground view of the city that was crisscrossed with sewers, water pipes, and electric wires.
“…There’s a large empty space directly below it.” Soundwave continued. “Suggestin’-”
“That they are hiding something there,” Megatron finished.
“’Zactly what we were thinkin’,” Soundwave continued, “And it’s a real large space. Big enough t’ fit, like, ten Omega Supremes!”
“WHAT did you say?!” Legatron’s equalizer bounced wildly as he shouted.
“I said, like, ten Omegas. You’d have to stack them on two layers, but it would fit.”
“…Oh PRIMUS …” Legatron murmured as he converted back to robot form. “Megatron, you need to take out that facility NOW.”
“Well, I could assemble a strike force,” Megatron said thoughtfully, “but why now?”
“Trust me,” Legatron stated, doing some rapid calculations of the area of the space below the building.
“Alright, but what about Omega Supreme?” Starscream spoke up. “The more troops we send to the facility, the less we have to fight him.”
“Well, is there anything that has enough power to stop him?” Legatron asked.
Megatron pondered a moment. “Hmmm… there are two things; The Spark of Darkness and the Magnus Hammer.”
“’Spark of Darkness?’” Sari inquired.
Megatron nodded. “It was forged by Unicron himself to bring life to the barren metal planet Cybertron.”
“Unicron? So he’s good here?” Sari asked, confused.
“No,” Legatron replied, “Unicron is a Multi-Versal singularity.”
“Oh,” Sari said, not really understanding what he meant.
“Unicron made the Spark of Darkness to create a race of mindless drones to do his bidding,” Megatron continued. ”We don’t know what went ‘wrong’, but we Transformers came out to be fully sentient beings.”
“Where are these power objects?” Legatron asked.
“The Spark of Death has been lost for all of recorded history,” Megatron stated sadly. “But the hammer is in the hands of Ultra Magnus, who is currently on Cybertron.”
Legatron pondered this. “Do you think we could lure Ultra Magnus here?”
“Possibly,” Megatron cocked an eyebrow, “but how are we going to-”
“Trust me, I have a plan!” Legatron announced confidently.
Sirens blared as Longarm gathered up a few last possessions. Dumping them in the storage unit on his back, he bolted out of his office.
Sumdec Tower was rapidly heating up as a result of the fires. The entire building shrieked and shuddered as the blazing inferno ravaged its supports, threatening to take down the whole tower.
Longarm ran down the corridor. No one else was in sight; he wondered if he had purposely not been informed of the impending danger.
The ground beneath him suddenly jarred to an angle as the tower leaned. Longarm almost slipped, but managed to keep his footing. Unfortunately, it suddenly until sloped to an even steeper angle, sending Longarm hurdling through a window. Thinking fast, he extended one of his arms and grabbed hold of the window ledge. He allowed himself a quick look down; nothing but flames. Looking back up, he retracted his arm and held up his other one. When he reached the window, he extended his other arm to the roof of the tower, eventually managing to pull himself up. Quickly, he converted into his Shockwave persona.
“Decepticon alert! Decepticon alert!” he shouted into his com-link. “I’m about to become barbecued scrap! Requesting assistance, STAT!” he shouted as the tower lurched again, causing Shockwave to nearly lose his footing.
“This is Lugnut,” a voice said over Shockwave’s com-link. “I’m almost there!” In a matter of seconds, Shockwave saw the red bomber in the distance. He knew his cover was as good as blown, but it would be well worth it if he lived. His arms shot upward and grabbed the sides of Lugnut’s hull, and felt his magnets hold them in place. Retracting his arms, he rose into the air as Lugnut kept flying.
“That was close,” Shockwave started, “I was sure for a cycle-” Abruptly, he felt the magnet clamps disengage. The shock caused his fingers to slip off the bomber’s sides.
“LUUUUUUUUUUUUUGNUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT!!!” Shockwave cried as he seemingly plummeted to his doom. Lugnut quickly circled around as Shockwave quickly extended his arms yet again and clamped firmly onto Lugnut’s sides.
“Sorry,” Lugnut apologized. “My, uh, magnets mustuv’ gotten damaged in that fight with Omega…”
“It’s alright,” Shockwave replied, “I understand…”
Location: Makeshift Decepticon Outpost outside Detroit
“Signal booster ready?” Legatron shouted.
“Affirmative!” Lockdown replied.
“Transverse locater?” he asked.
“Check!” Soundwave said.
“Fully charged!” Swindle cried.
“We’re good to go!” Blackarachnia reported.
“Alright,” Legatron’s chest compartment opened, revealing a green version of Sari’s old AllSpark key. “Here goes nothin’...” The key shot a beam of energy into the device his friends had thrown together, which multiplied the signal emitted by the energy and shot it toward Cybertron.
Now all we can do, Legatron thought, is wait.
Location: Autobot Headquarters
Rodimus watched the fire raging outside his window intently, hands folded behind his back. He had a marvelous view of Sumdec Tower.
Too bad that wouldn’t last much longer. With an ear-splitting metal creak, the tower crashed to the ground, its dark gray form immediately engulfed in flames.
Rodimus shook his head. Whoever was responsible for this was going to get it, and get it GOOD. At least the Autobots had managed to save their project.
A project that will soon take an unexpected turn, Rodimus thought to himself as he smiled evilly at his reflection in the window.
Location: An empty street in Detroit
With a loud clang, a manhole cover shot up into the air. A huge, scorched robot hand rose up out of the hole. Cement cracked and crumbled as the rest of the mechanical being lifted himself out of the ground.
The robot was a lanky in build. Its armor was scorched with large chunks missing. What little color he had left was a mix of sickly green, maroon, and silver.
They all probably think I’m dead, Prowl thought as he smiled sadistically. Well, they’re in for a nasty surprise, then...
|04-09-2012, 03:02 PM||#9|
Wants an MP Devastator
Join Date: Aug 2011
Location: The USA, where there are no normal FE Cliffjumpers
Collection Count: Roughly 200
Part 2: Shattered Expectations
Location: Earth Stellar Spanner
The Earth Stellar Spanner was a magnificent sight to behold. The imposing structure had been constructed entirely out of Earth material, yet still functioned as well as any one made on Cybertron. Stationed in a small clearing, it allowed for even the largest objects to be Transwarped with ease.
And if the size wasn’t imposing enough there were also the defense systems-- round-the-clock guards, multiple photon blasters, even a heavy-duty KOR-Dakk missile launcher. The Stellar Spanner was one of the most fortified places on Earth.
Optimus Prime considered all this as Ratchet spoke.
“It would seem az though the hackerz got in through via an installed backdoor,” Ratchet explained.
Optimus pondered this. “Any thoughts, Rodimus?” he asked, looking over at the slightly smaller Autobot.
“No,” Rodimus stated.
Optimus sent him a hard glare.
“Sir,” The goateed robot added, rolling his eyes in annoyance.
“Sir!” Another robot, Cliffjumper, suddenly shouted in alarm, “The Spanner is powering up!”
“WHAT?!” Optimus bellowed. Sure enough, the large teleportation device was crackling with energy. A blue sphere of Transwarp energy appeared in the Spanner’s energy field. Soon, a missile truck, a tank, a garbage truck, a pickup with a snowplow, and two A-shaped jets emerged from the crackling blue sphere. As the jets continued circling around the area as the other vehicles transformed and landed.
Optimus quickly approached the gray, black and red missile truck robot. “Ultra Magnus,” he spat, “How dare you show your smug-ugly mug around here! Earth is my territory!”
“I am the Emperor of Destruction, the Supreme leader of the Autobots,” Magnus countered. “All that is the Autobots’ is mine,”
“In that case, you’re in for a nasty surprise, yessss,” Optimus replied, “Because all of my troops have pledged undying loyalty to ME!”
His gathered troops murmured amongst themselves, clearly not recalling ever making such a vow.
Optimus groaned in annoyance. “Well, I still have more troops than you. Seriously, though, you brought Sentinel?”
“Hello!” Sentinel said kindly as Magnus shot him a dirty look.
“You’re as good as gone, Magnus.” Optimus snarled. “Autobots, ATTACK!”
After hesitating for a moment, Prime’s crew charged towards Magnus and his men. Ironhide and Brawn tag-teamed the garbage truck, Bulkhead took on Sentinel, Bumblebee and Ratchet fought the tank, while Cliffjumper attempted to blast the jets out of the air. As his forces continued their attack Optimus and Rodimus began rushing towards Ultra Magnus weapons drawn.
However, Magnus’ crew had been trained to handle such mutiny, and within a matter of minutes, Prime’s crew was down and beaten.
Ultra Magnus loomed over Optimus. “I could kill you now,” he hissed, tapping his fingers against the shaft of the Magnus Hammer, “But when I get what I’m here for, I’ll make you my slave. If you’re lucky, I might even give you a dignified job like a maintenance bot.” He growled, waving his hand as the Elite Guard bots converted back to their vehicle modes and drove off.
Optimus got up, limping on a damaged leg. Ultra Magnus was going to pay for this. Even if he wasn’t the one to take him offline, knowing that the ‘Bot had bit the dust would be satisfaction enough.
Location: Autobot warehouse.
With the recent fire, much of Detroit had been lost. Buildings were in shambles, streets lay in ruins, and bits of broken automatons littered the city. However, according to the reports, not many Autobots had been lost.
Then why are there no guards here? Slipstream thought as she flew toward the warehouse that was marked on her map. Sure, any guards may be hiding out near the perimeter, but they should be detectable. In the sewers, the walls were thick enough to mask an energy signal; maybe the same was true for this building.
She considered her comrades on this mission: their “leader”, Blitzwing, Lugnut, Skywarp, and the Coneheads, Dirge, Ramjet, and Thrust.
The fliers quickly and quietly transformed and landed next to the warehouse door.
“This thing’s gonna be nearly impossible to break without setting off the alarm-” Blitzwing said, inspecting the lock as his face changed to a jack-o-lantern-like one, “But if we could get in without a door...” he proposed, laughing hysterically.
Catching on to what he meant, everyone looked at Skywarp. “Alright, this shouldn’t take too much energy...” The gray and black seeker commented. The entire group was then engulfed in a blue glow of Transwarp energy. Next thing they knew, they were in the building.
Weapons drawn, the ‘Cons treaded carefully.
“Uh, ‘ah don’t see anythin’,” Thrust said.
A flaming mace suddenly came out of nowhere and nearly clonked Ramjet on the head. The robots focused their weapons on the attacker; a skinny, green and purple Dinobot.
“Oh, good! I just love making making new acquaintances!” The Dinobot said in a startlingly proper tone.
Another Dinobot with a similar color scheme walked out of the shadows. He was a large character sporting a flaming club. “Goodness, Swoop, don’t scare them away with that nasty mace of yours!” he said, using a similarly proper, yet much deeper tone.
A third, even larger Dinobot emerged from the darkness. “Will the two of you kindly stop this constant babbling?” He was mostly black and gray, with bits of teal and orange. “I believe that these blokes are what might be called ‘uninvited guests.’ Perhaps we should show them the door.”
“Not gonna happen, Freakazoid,” Ramjet spat.
“’Freakazoid’? Goodness, I haven’t introduced myself yet, have I? I am Grimlock, Dinobot leader. The stocky figure here is Snarl, you’ve already met Swoop, and these…” Two more figures walked from the shadows, “...well, I believe you already know them, wot?”
The two figures, a shorter, stocky black and silver one, and a tall, lanky, yellow and black one, emerged from the shadows, standing straight and tall.
“It’s...” Thrust stammered, “...it’s th’ Constructicons...”
The Decepticons stared in shock. The Constructicons- Mixmaster, Scrapper and Dirt Boss, had been working on a Decepticon building project long ago. However, the Autobots were soon found out about it and attacked the site. In the fight, Mixmaster and Scrapper were lost, not to be seen again.
Until now, and it was obvious by their Autobot logos that they weren’t the bots they used to be.
“Yes,” Grimlock said, “They are, indeed the Constructicons. Or most of them, anyway…pity we never managed to capture Dirt Boss… But that is beside the point. The current topic at hand-”
Simultaneously, the Dinobots converted into their alternate forms.
“-IS YOUR UTTER ANNIHILATION!!!”
Location: Source of the strong energy signal on Earth
Ultra Magnus rolled along the rough terrain easily. In fact, the only reason he adopted an Earth mode was because it was better suited for the coarse earthen environment.
“This is the place,” the garbage truck behind him said. All of the vehicles, including the two jets, quickly converted into their robot modes.
As they began to look around they soon came upon a small clearing, showing minimal signs of recent robot activity.
“There’s, uh, nothing here, boss,” the tank stated.
Magnus cringed. “Thank you for the FYI, Warpath,” he growled sarcastically.
Out of nowhere, a sonic boom knocked them off their feet. They struggled to get up, and when they did, they found Soundwave, Lockdown, Swindle, Blackarachnia, and a giant flying head staring them down.
“Decepticons,” Magnus grumbled, “You’ll PAY for this!” he roared, leaping up, his hammer ready.
“Decepticons, attack!” The giant head yelled. Swindle activated his various weapons while Lockdown’s left hand morphed into a chainsaw. On the other side Warpath tackled Swindle, locking the two robots in combat. As the battle raged Soundwave, Ratbat and Laserbeak occupied themselves with the garbage truck while Blackarachnia, not being a warrior, did her best to shoot sticky webbing at the flying jet twins.
As Lockdown continued to try and slow Ultra Magnus down he suddenly brought his chainsaw down, leaving a nasty gash on the Autobot commander’s arm.
“Gahh!” The gray titan screamed. He was about to retaliate when Lockdown quickly brought his forearm up and shot the towering Autobot with an EMP pulse.
However, much to Lockdown’s surprise, Ultra Magnus was not shutting down, but simply being slowed by the electromagnetic energy.
Suddenly, and before Ultra Magnus could react, the flying head swooped down low, activating a powerful plasma cutter, and using it to lop off the Autobot’s head.
“What? NOOO!” The disembodied head yelled, watching as the flying head activated a pair of powerful clamps and attached itself to his body.
“It’s go time!” Legatron yelled from inside the once flying head as he used his new body to hold The Magnus Hammer in the air.
Swindle and Warpath were still locked as both their respective weapons had little, to no, effect on the other. As the two continued blasting away at each other a sudden battle cry pulled their attention towards the source of the noise. Legatron, using Ultra Magnus’ body was running straight towards them, hammer extended. Before either could realize what was happening Legatron swung the massive hammer, crushing Warpath’s cannon, causing the energy within the collapsed barrel to build up and explode inside. The massive explosion engulfed the Autobot’s upper torso, blowing out both his back and his smashed cannon. The bluish robot fell to the ground, unconscious.
Meanwhile, elsewhere on the battlefield, Soundwave and his buddies were plenty occupied with the garbage truck. “Nice moves, dude,” Soundwave said, “You‘re even immune to my sonic attacks.”
“My name isn’t ‘dude’,” the robot replied angrily, “I am Wreck-Gar!”
“Whatev’s,” the red Decepticon replied.
Soundwave’s lacking response only managed to infuriate Wreck-Gar even more. The green garbage truck continued madly slashing with his twin arm-mounted blades. Fortunately, Soundwave was very good at dodging, and Laserbeak and Ratbat were very good at distracting.
Nearby, however; the jet twins were also very good at dodging, as Blackarachnia was learning first hand. As the two flyers continued easily avoiding the small femme’s shots, they expertly shot their ice and electric powers at Soundwave.
Watching the battle unfold, Legatron leapt into action, swinging the melee weapon at the flailing garbage truck. To his surprise, the powerful blow from the Magnus Hammer literally shattered his opponent, sending bits and pieces of Wreck-gar tumbling to the ground.
Legatron looked at the hammer through the optics of the Headmaster Unit. “MAN, this thing is powerful!” he commented.
Ultra Magnus’ head scoffed. “Junkions. Capable warriors, but one hit and they turn into more pieces of scrap than…” he paused, trying to think of a good analogy. “Aw, forget it.”
Activating the various energy weapons on Ultra Magnus’ body, Legatron took careful aim and attempted to shoot down the jet twins.
“Ha! Duz he ‘onestly think e’ kin’ shoot us outta’ th’ air?” the yellow twin shouted.
“’Apparently e’ duz,” the black and purple one replied. “Whataya say? Powuhlinx?”
“POWUHLINX!” The twins shifted and twisted until each hand formed and arm and a leg. They slammed together to for the amalgamation ironically known as Safeguard. The large robot used combined electric and ice attacks to bombard the Decepticons.
Unfortunately for them, Ultra Magnus’ armor took little damage, and it was only a matter of seconds before Safeguard found himself being blown out of the sky.
“Now,” Legatron started, “Wasn’t there one more of-”
Sentinel suddenly flew out of a grove of trees and slammed his shield into Legatron’s/Magnus’ side.
“ARGH!” Magnus’ head screamed as he felt the pain through an invisible link to his spark, “Take it easy!”
“Oh, yes, of course, sir,” Sentinel said. He started to focus his attacks on the Headmaster latched onto his commander’s body, but it wasn’t easy to not hit the body itself. Another quick, well-placed hammer blow and Sentinel was down and out.
Legatron walked up to Magnus’ and studied the bodiless head closely. “I’d take you offline, but that would likely mean I wouldn’t be able to continue to use your body.”
“Slag you, spawn of a glitch!” Magnus cursed.
Punching in a few commands Legatron made Magnus’ body pick up the decapitated head. “Catch,” he said simply before tossing the helpless cranium to Swindle.
Magnus cursed violently, as he flew through the air. Swindle quickly opened the drawer in his stomach, using it to catch the flying head. Magnus’s profanity was cut off as he was teleported to Swindle’s personal storage dimension.
“So…what now?” Soundwave inquired.
“We have to get to the battle before Omega finds the base,” Legatron said as he started running to the east.
“Uh, what are you doing?” Swindle asked.
“I can’t transform this thing with the Headmaster Unit on it,” Legatron shouted over his shoulder.
The other robots glanced at each other, shrugged, and took off running after him.
Blitzwing struggled against the force of Mixmaster. Just as the Decepticon triple-changer thought he was going down, Lugnut slammed his shoulder into Mixmaster’s side, sending the Constructicon flying across the room, and landing, unconscious, on top of an also-out-cold Swoop.
“Thanks,” Blitzwing said.
“No problem,” Lugnut replied.
The two quickly rushed to regroup with the other Decepticons, who had just finished fighting off the remaining Dinobots.
“What now?” Dirge asked.
Slipstream raised her arm cannon, and fired it at a nearby wall, collapsing it, and revealing a secret door.
“Nice,” Thrust murmured as they carefully marched through the passageway into an elevator shaft. After a few moments, the door slowly hissed open…
The Decepticons all stared in shock as they walked into the large, spacious room. In front of them were what appeared to be massive storage racks piled five high and two wide, stretching several stories upward. Each one contained an Omega Supreme in ship mode.
But possibly the strangest part was that the coloration of the ships. All of them were the same, and seemed very familiar…
“Weird,” Skywarp commented. “It almost looks like they patterned the colors off of Lugnut,” he noted as Slipstream tried to access a nearby computer panel.
“Everything’s locked; I can’t get in,” she grunted, continuing to try and hack the terminal.
An alarm suddenly began blaring.
“What the scrap it that?!” Ramjet shouted.
“WARNING: ENTRUDER ALERT!” an automated voice boomed over the loudspeakers
“Oh, not good!” Blitzwing said. His inner head rotated from his large-chinned face to its ‘jack-o-lantern’ form. “Everybody run!! AHAHAHA!” he shouted before whirling around and bolting for the door, but, almost instantly, he ran into something large that sent him falling onto his back. Looking up, he saw he had run strait into-
“Lugnut?!” Slipstream said as she rushed to Blitzwing’s side. “What the smelt are you doing?!”
Lugnut suddenly lunged forward and snapped his left claw, lifting her into the air and converting his right arm into what appeared to be a pressure-activated explosive- a weapon that was supposed to be Autobot technology- and held it to Slipstream’s face.
“Stopping you from derailing our plans, THAT’S what!” His main optic blinked as he sent a message to the computer consol that he femme had been trying to hack into.
Quietly, the computer terminal sent another message to the storage racks that held the Omega Supreme clones, activating automated arms and conveyor belts that pushed one of the red and orange clones out of its container. It then expanded and shifted into its robot form. Oddly, its head resembled Lugnut’s.
The group of Decepticons was now trapped between a traitor with a hostage and one of ten clones of the Auotobt’s most powerful weapon.
Grimlock’s optic band flickered on, turning it a bright red color. As he brought his clawed hand to his aching head, he couldn’t help but get the feeling that, amidst the fury of battle, there was something vitally important he had somehow managed to forget.
He twisted his neck as he heard footsteps behind him, finding Mixmaster standing behind him. The Constructicon cracked his knuckles, which sounded like a combination of stressed metal and hissing pistons. Behind Mixmaster Scrapper stood at a computer consol, working on what appeared to be, judging by the text on the screen, a self-destruct program for the entire building.
The Dinobot’s gaze returned to Mixmaster. It was then that he noticed the Autobot insignia on the Constructicon’s chest had a fresh gash through it.
Grimlock then remembered what that vital thing was that he had forgotten- the Constructicons were to never enter battle, as being jarred hard enough would likely deactivate the Cerebro Shells that kept them loyal to the Autobot cause.
The Dinobot cursed under his breath as Mixmaster’s fist slammed into his face, sending him back into unconsciousness.
Lugnut held his explosive weapon closer to Slipstream’s face. “The choice is yours, Decepticons- surrender and be captured, or your friend dies and you get captured.”
“Don’t do it!” Slipstream shouted.
“What do we do, boss?” Dirge whispered.
Blitzwing hesitated. On one servo, they could save themselves and Slipstream by surrendering, but that would put them out of action, and likely be executed later. On the other servo, however; if they fought, they might escape, and Slipstream would die.
Before Blitzwing could make a decision, the automated voice again made an announcement over the speakers.
“Self-destruct systems activated. Please evacuate the building immediately, and have a nice day. Countdown beginning- ten…”
All of the gathered robots looked around in shock. Using the distraction to her advantage, Slipstream kicked Lugnut in the shin, driving her sharp heel into the traitor’s armor plating. He howled in pain and rage as Slipstream attempted to free herself from his grip.
“Nine… eight…” the voice declared.
“Blitzwing- GO!” Slipstream shouted. Behind them, the Lugnut Supreme moved into an attack position.
“Seven… six…” the countdown continued.
“We’ll never make it!” Blitzwing shouted. “Unless-” he and the Coneheads turned their attention to Skywarp.
“I can try!” Skywarp said, knowing what they were about to suggest. He charged his internal Transwarp reserves, trying to draw enough energy to teleport the entire group.
“Slipstream, HURRY!” Blitzwing screamed.
Slipstream knew she’d never be able to escape from Lugnut in time. She took one last look at Bliztwing before her friends disappeared in a flash of transwarp energy.
Blitzwing opened his optics. Glancing around, he saw that he was on top of a hill outside the building. He also noticed that his group was missing one member.
“SLIPSTREAM!!!” he shouted as he watched the building burn. For the longest time, the group of Decepticons stood silently, staring at the massive fireball.
Blitzwing sunk to his knees and buried his face in his hands.
“HEY, guys! A little help here?!” The group looked over and spotted two figures pinned under some rubble.
“It’s the Constructicons!” Thrust exclaimed.
Thrust, Ramjet and Skywarp moved quickly to assist the construction robots. Dirge, staying behind, placed a hand on Blitzwing’s shoulder.
“I’m… not going to try to convince you that I can fully feel your pain… but just know that we’re here for you.” Dirge said to his friend.
Blitzwing looked up and smiled. “Thanks.”
Dirge offered his hand and helped Blitzwing up. “You’re welcome.”
“SAY WHAT!?!?” Optimus yelled so loud his vocal processor almost shorted out.
“The Omega Sentinel Warehouse has been terminated, along with the Omegas and our spy, Lugnut,” Hot Shot calmly replied.
“You don’t seem afraid,” Optimus said, leaning forward. “And yet you know what may happen to those who diliver ill news to me.. Care to explain?”
“I did not want to show weakness,” Hot Shot replied.
Optimus pulled back. “Remain loyal to me, Hot Shot, and one day you will see power practically handed to you.”
“I have some other news as well,” Hot Shot continued, seeming to take little note of the ‘promise’.
“What is it?” the Prime questioned.
“Ultra Magnus has been captured by the Decepticons.”
Optimus stared at him in disbelief. “Pity, I would have liked to eliminate him myself. Oh, well, I suppose either way he’s out of our way now.
Just then, a black and silver Cybertronian racecar slowly rolled up and transformed into Blurr.
“Optimus, sir,” he said, “Wheeljack is ready with your... upgrade.”
Optimus’ eyes narrowed to red slits. “Excellent...”
Megatron’s helicopter form lead Starscream, Acid Storm and Sunstorm around Omega Supreme. Their various weapons peppered the giant in constant fire, to no apparent success. Nearby, Blackout’s helicopter mode hovered in midair.
“In my dimension,” Sari said from Blackout’s cab. “The Decepticons felled Omega Supreme by firing at his legs...”
We’ve tried that,” Megatron said over Blackout’s commlink.
“But I haven’t,” Blackout replied. The large Decepticon converted to his robot form with Sari somehow endinging up in the palm of his hand. Megatron flew up and opened his cockpit. Sari hopped into the Decepticon leader’s cab as Blackout rocketed toward Omega Supreme.
“Here goes nothing!!” Blackout shouted as he barreled toward the back of the giant Autobot’s knees. Blackout’s guns emitted a powerful burst of laser fire that arced through the air and slammed into Omega’s legs. The massive robot fell to his knees as flying Decepticons swarmed over him.
“Why hasn’t he tried that before?” Sari inquired.
Blackout doesn’t like violence,” Megatron answered, “His guns are mostly for show. But, in times of need, he’ll lend his strength to fighting.”
“He kinda reminds me of my universe’ Bulkhead...” Sari trailed off.
“Hey, is that... Ultra Magnus!?” Megatron shouted, zooming in on a spot of ground and breathed a sigh of relief. “He has a Headmaster Unit on him. That means Legatron’s plan worked...”
“...and that Ultra Magnus was captured.” Sari finished.
Megatron descended and touched down softly, allowing Sari to leap out of his cab before he transformed and walked up to Legatron.
“I never thought I’d be so happy to see Ultra Magnus,” Megatron said with a smile. “I am impressed with your success.”
“Was there ever any doubt?” Legatron replied.
Everyone fell silent, their faces displaying awkward expressions.
“Gee, thanks.” Legatron spat as he handed the Magnus hammer to Megatron.
The Decepticon leader looked at him curiously. “Why are you-”
“It is not my destiny to end this conflict,” Legatron explained, “YOU are destined to be hailed as the hero who saved this world from its oppressors. Besides,” He motioned to ‘himself’, “Ultra Magnus’ body can’t fly.”
Megatron smiled as he clipped the Magnus Hammer onto his back. With a whoosh of rocket power, he lifted off the ground and started making his way toward the top of Omega Supreme.
He was at the giant’s abdomen when he was suddenly barraged by blaster fire. Looking down he saw something that made his Energon flows run cold.
His arch-enemy, Optimus Prime, flying straight towards him.
Optimus pulled what seemed to be an upgraded version of his battle-axe out from his back. In no time he was about on top of Megatron.
Megatron pulled out his twin swords to block Prime’s axe head. The blade sunk a few inches into the swords as the two of them started battling to the death.
“You are but a mere distraction, Megatron!” Optimus shouted. “Ultra Magnus was captured on MY turf, therefore making ME Supreme Ruler of the Autobots! I am Optimus Magnus, and I WILL NOT LET YOU STAND IN MY WAY!”
Location: Autobot Base.
Rodimus listened to Optimus’ words as they echoed out of loudspeakers in the room he was in. The black and purple ‘Bot sneered as he activated some controls on the computer consol in front of him.
Magnus? he thought, Well, then, enjoy your fifteen nanokliks of popularity...
As Optimus fought, he was vaguely aware that Omega Supreme seemed to have stopped fighting. He dismissed this as a glitch, or the giant was making a complex calculation.
Megatron’s face suddenly changed to that of confusion as he stared at something past Optimus. The Autobot was about to take advantage of the distraction and land a final blow when three giant fingers wrapped around him. He quickly realized that something had happened to Omega.
“WHAT’S GOING ON?!?!” The Autobot’s warlord shouted.
“Ah, Optimus,” a familiar voice boomed. “What a predicament you’ve gotten into now,” the voice chided as Optimus craned his neck to get a view of Omega’s face. But it wasn’t Omega’s face; over the screen was a fuzzy digital picture of the mug of Rodimus.
“Rodimus Prime, you piece of-”
“Now, that’s no way to treat your new Magnus. Or at least I will be-” Optimus felt Omega’s fingers tighten around him, “Once YOU’RE out of the way!”
Rodimus cackled madly. He slowly forced Omega’s fingers to draw tighter around Optimus. The ‘Omega Overload’ control, device he had made to hack Omega Supreme was pure genius!
Rodimus suddenly felt cold, ice cold. Deep in his spark, the icy evil he was committing was turning to a physical feeling...
The cold feeling suddenly changed to one of sharp pain. His optics lowered to get a glance at his chest plate.
Sticking out of his Autobot symbol was the tip of a shard of ice that he could feel ran through his body. Only one bot could have done this.
D*mn you... Rodimus though as he slumped against the console, colors slowly fading to gunmetal gray.
Behind him, Hot Shot sneered. As the small maroon robot walked to the computer, the ice blaster on his arm retracted.
Optimus felt the crushing force of Omega Supreme’s fingers around his frame. Trying to fight his way out was useless. If he ever met Rodimus in the afterlife- well, he’d personally see that that traitorous scrapheap go to the pit.
But something was… wrong, or rather, different. Omega was no longer attempting to crush him. Optimus glanced at the giant’s face; the image of Rodimus was gone- and was replaced by that of Hot Shot.
Prime’s red optics went wide.
“Hey, boss!” Hot Shot shouted. “Hope you don’t mind me intervening…”
“Not at all!” Optimus replied. “Now if you’d kindly release me…”
“Sorry, Prime, but first I’ll need some… motivation…” the maroon robot sneered
“I believe that can be arranged,” Optimus replied. “But first things first. My flight pack is almost totaled-”
“Say no more!” Hot Shot said enthusiastically as Omega began to transform. As he folded into a ship, he placed Optimus into a door in his side.
Down below on the ground, ‘Ultra’ Legatron, Swindle, and Soundwave watched as Omega began to convert.
“C’mon!” Legatron shouted as he made Magnus’ body jump onto Omega’s foot. The others followed. Omega’s foot connected into place next to his cab. Ultra Legatron used his weapons to blow a hole in the cockpit roof, allowing the Decepticons to enter the living ship.
The mechanical arms within Omega were hard at work repairing Optimus’ jetpack. As the machine welded and reshaped the wings, Optimus heard something clunk on the roof of the ship. He thought nothing of it until part of the roof exploded in a fury of smoke. Three unseen objects clanked to the ground. Optimus attempted to move, but found he couldn’t due to the arms still clamped to his wings.
A black fist flew from the smoke and nailed his face, badly cracking his mouth plate. The mechanical arms lost their grip on his wings as he tumbled to the floor.
“Augh! Hot Shot! Get rid of them!” Optimus shouted. The smoke was clearing; he could see two Decepticons and Ultra Magnus’ body with a Headmaster unit on it.
“I’m trying!” Hot Shot’s voice echoed from the ship’s loudspeakers. “But their entry damaged the targeting systems! It’s up to you!”
“Fantastic,” Optimus muttered. He pulled out his battle axe and charged toward the robots.
He came on the ‘Headmaster’ Magnus first, but it soon became apparent that whoever was controlling it was very skilled at blocking.
Optimus noticed a large gash on ‘Magnus’’ arm which, unbeknownst to him, was leftover from Lockdown’s earlier attack on Ultra Magnus. Acting fast, he swung his axe full force at the wound, effectively chopping off half the robot’s lower left forearm.
“Wow,” The person in the Headmaster said, “If that was directly connected to me, that woulda’ really hurt.”
There was a muffled boom deep within the ship. Optimus wondered what it was, before realizing the two Decepticons he saw earlier were gone.
The ship suddenly began to take a nosedive.
“I see you’ve figured out our operation,” the Headmaster controller said. Suddenly, he threw himself on top of Optimus. ‘Magnus’’ hands dug into the ground as the headmaster unit disconnected from the neck hole and shot up through the hole in the roof.
“Later, noob!” The driver shouted as the metal head vanished from view. Optimus heard metal clanking as the two Decepticon in the bowels of the ship escaped as well.
He tried to get up, but between his wing being tangled in a mess of cables, Ultra Magnus’ body weighing him down, and his own battle damage, Optimus was trapped.
Alarms blared as Omega Supreme went down. On a barely-functional computer screen, Optimus caught a view of the approaching ground. With that, he knew it was the end.
“Hot Shot?” he cried.
“Yes?” a fuzzy voice answered over the loudspeakers.
“Enjoy your time as Magnus.” Optimus said.
“Thank you, si-”
The voice was cut off as Optimus felt the ship strike the ground, and the subsequent heat as it exploded.
The headmaster unit, Soundwave, and a vehicle-mode Megatron, carrying Swindle, touched down on the ground. In the distance, a mushroom cloud materialized as Omega Supreme detonated.
The gathered Decepticon cheered as Megatron converted to robot form. Legatron climbed out of the Headmaster unit and Sari walked up to him.
“Nice use of the Magnus Hammer,” Legatron complimented, recalling the part of the plan in which Megatron used the hammer to destroy Omega Supreme’s engines.
Megatron looked down to the two small beings. “Thank you. Now, I believe we owe you two a ticket home.”
The Autobot’s Earth Stellar Spanner was currently quiet, very quiet; too quiet. The reason for this was simple.
There was no one there.
The Decepticons looked around curiously. It was dead silent with not a spark in sight.
“Alright, let’s do this,” Megatron said, “But keep an optic out.”
Quietly the gathered robots approached the Spanner. As Blackarachnia and Laserbeak went to work, Soundwave heard something in the distance.
“Autobots, ATTACK!!!” Hot Shot yelled, springing out of nowhere and began firing piercing ice at the Decepticons. He was soon joined by several other robots, including the jet twins, Sentinel, Ratchet, Ironhide, Brawn, Bumblebee, and Bulkhead.
The Decepticons were outnumbered, but still countered the attack. Their forces consisted of Megatron, Soundwave, Swindle, Starscream, Skywarp and Ratbat. Blackarachnia and Laserbeak were still trying to get the Stellar Spanner up and running.
Sari and Legatron were standing by until they noticed a small, purple and white figure approaching fast.
Sari squinted. “Is that-”
The figure leapt into the air and landed on the platform, facing Legatron and Sari. There was no mistaking who it was. She had purple hair and wore an outfit that was a combination of purple and teal.
“So,” the purple-haired girl spat, “You’re this alternate universe impostor I’ve heard about.”
‘Normal’ Sari growled as she changed to her robot mode. Mirror Sari copied this action.
“Great, just what I need right now,” Legatron murmured, “A girl-fight.”
Normal Sari activated her arm-blades, but to her surprise, Negative Sari copied this action, only instead of swords, she had what seemed to be laser chainsaws.
“OK, this could be a problem,” normal Sari murmured to herself.
The battle was furious; both competitors had intense fighting skills. Despite this, mirror Sari soon got the upper hand. She tripped normal Sari, sending her sprawling on the ground. As she was about to finish of her positive-universe counterpart Legatron intervened; swords drawn, mouth plate activated.
“You!” Mirror Sari said, “Stay out of my way!”
“Uh...no?” Legatron responded.
Mirror Sari turned her fight to Legatron, who carefully blocked her attacks. Suddenly, mirror Sari cried out in pain as regular Sari zapped her from behind. Mirror Sari collapsed from the pain.
“Get ready!” Blackarachnia shouted as the Stellar Spanner hummed to life. His work done, Laserbeak flew into the air to search for Soundwave.
The Spanner slowly began to charge. Down below, the furious robot battle continued. A massive blue sphere materialized between the two towering prongs of the Stellar Spanner.
Just as the human- sized bots were about to jump through, they heard a pained squawk. Laserbeak landed hard on the platform, unconscious, his armor scorched by lightning. Legatron could see Jetfire was swooping low to finish the bird-bot off.
Suddenly, the Transwarp field shimmered, and then began to rapidly shrink.
“The Spanner’s losing power!” Blackarachnia cried.
Legatron thought fast. “Go!” He shouted to Sari. She leapt through the condensing sphere as Legatron activated his grappler. The cable wrapped around Laserbeak’s body, then began to retract. Legatron quickly used his jetpack to lift him to the Transwarp field. He pulled Laserbeak through, barely dodging the Jetfire’s deadly lightning bolts.
Location: Universal Stream Malgus 1110.30 Iota
Ratchet clicked some keys on the Space Bridge control panel while Isaac Sumdac watched intently.
Suddenly, the computer emitted a repeating pinging sound.
“I think I got them!” Ratchet said. He furiously clacked keys until the Space Bridge coughed and sputtered to life, a sign of the damage done to it by the Combaticons.
The first figure to leap through the Transwarp field was a small human with yellow clothing, followed by a small green robot carrying what looked like a large red and white bird. They took the lift down to ground level.
“Sari!” Professor Sumdac ran to his daughter and wrapped his arms around her. “Oh, Sari, I was so worried about you! When Ratchet and Optimus told me you disappeared through the Space Bridge, I…” he trailed off.
“Oh, dad, you don’t have to worry so much about me. I…” She stopped as she heard a strange noise. She turned to see Legatron sticking his AllSpark key into the robot bird’s head.
“Goodness,” Isaac Sumdac exclaimed, “Who is-”
The bird’s blue optics snapped online as he yelped and jumped back from the others.
“What? Where-” His optics darted around until they fell on the professor. “GAH! It’s Isaac Sumdac!” He hid behind Legatron.
“It’s all right, Laserbeak.” Legatron patted the bird’s head. “I had to pull you through the Space Bridge so Jetfire couldn’t finish you off.”
“Laserbeak? Jetfire? Finish off?” Ratchet scratched his head. “What the scrapmetal is going on?”
“It’s… kind of a long story,” Legatron explained.
Ratchet stared at him for a moment, before shaking his head, afraid to ask. He then noticed that someone was still missing. “I take it Bulkhead wasn’t with you?”
“Bulkhead?” Sari questioned. “No. Why do you-” her blue eyes went wide. “You don’t mean…”
“He was zapped through the Space Bridge as well,” Ratchet said sadly. “There’s no way of telling where he ended up.”
The group sat in silence. Laserbeak hopped over to the edge of Sumdac Tower.
“Wow, Detroit is so beautiful when it’s not ruled by Optimus Prime.”
Ratchet cocked an eyebrow. “Will someone please tell me what he’s talking about?”
A primarily green and orange motorcycle with a sidecar zipped through the streets of Detroit. The rider was a very skinny and heavily tattooed male, and looked to be in his mid thirties.
The driver smirked to himself. No one had seen him enter the Stellar Spanner in his universe, and no one had seen him exit the one in this universe.
He knew the little green robot was here, along with his friend, who had both played pivotal roles in ending the once proud empire of Optimus Prime.
He thought back to the battle that had been taking place. He knew that neither he, nor the two small robots he had followed might ever know the outcome of the battle.
But he didn’t care. He was in a new world. He had new armor, and a new purpose.
Prowl rounded a corner as he considered what method of execution he should enact on his two little targets.
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pretty cool, you should check out my TFA season 4 opener fic, though it aint as cool and detailed as yours
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