Grand Canyon, USA, Earth
Cyclonus zipped through the stormy skies, easily dodging bolts of
lightning. The helicopter was complaining and making jokes to himself, the
jokes being accompanied by the Decepticon's maniacal laughter. Crumplezone
muttered something about rain sucking, while Drill-Bit tried to console
him. Lightning danced across the canyon as Cyclonus scanned for the prone
form of Tidal Wave.
"How hard is it to find a massive purple Decepticon!?" Cyclonus sputtered
to himself. The lightning illuminated the area, showing Tidal Wave
collapsed in a pile of mud. Cyclonus chuckled and transformed, Crumplezone
and Drill-bit doing likewise. The giant was starting to stir, but Cyclonus
noticed something different. "Hey weren't you bigger?"
"Resizing circuit overloaded." Tidal Wave responded as he sat upright,
sparks flaring from his head. "Couldn't retain larger size."
"Sucks to be you." Crumplezone snorted as the warship got to his feet.
"Galvy sent me to retrieve your sorry carcass, we throttled the Autobots
good." Cyclonus chortled. Tidal Wave, now only standing about twice of
Cyclonus's height, merely wiped mud off his chassis as he pried the large
detonated shell from his chest. Drill-bit cringed as mech fluid spat out
of the hole left by the shell, Tidal Wave barely noticing.
"We have visitors." Tidal Wave stated as he fired a salvo west from their
location. Cyclonus looked at him funny, then gasped as three forms arced
over the horizon. The lightning lit up the sky again, revealing a sleek
jet, a large bomber, and a massive locust closing in on them.
"Meh, pathetic Unicron spawn, let's waste em Cyclonus!" Crumplezone
whooped as he changed into a miniature tank, firing wildly. Cyclonus let
loose a salvo from his gauntlets before transforming, letting Drill-bit and
Crumplezone dock as he flew at the aggressors. Smokejumper banked right
hard, letting his own missiles fly as Cyclonus's missed. Dreadwind's
gattling gun swung out and let loose a contingent of missiles, causing
Cyclonus to shout out as he turned to avoid them. Tidal Wave fired at the
missiles, causing most to detonate, flames licking across Dreadwind and
Cyclonus's chassis, steam rising as the rain evaporated. Tidal Wave fired
again, causing Smokejumper to yell out in panic, grinding against the
canyon wall to evade the shots. Scourge landed and transformed behind
Tidal Wave, grabbing his pain sticks.
"Surrender to master Unicron's will!" The locust shouted as he hit Tidal
Wave square in the back. The warship, not showing any sign of feeling the
attack, turned suddenly, swinging his arm right into Scourge. He
backpedaled, wings fluttering as Tidal Wave lurched forward for another
assault. Smokejumper, landing and transforming, fired repeated shots into
Tidal Wave's back with his rather large rifles, this time making Tidal Wave
stumble and go to his knee. Scourge then rushed the Decepticon's head with
his pain sticks, crying out as Tidal Wave took the first few blows to the
head, then grabbed one in his hand, snapping it. Smokejumper fired again,
and Tidal Wave fell forward, groaning.
"Don't you freaks ever die!" Cyclonus shouted at Dreadwind, shooting him
dead on again, only to have the bomber straighten it's course again, firing
with the gattling gun. Cyclonus rammed Dreadwind with Drill-bit, causing
Dreadwind to groan, but not knock him out of the sky. Dreadwind suddenly
transformed, grabbing the bottom of Cyclonus and firing up into him. The
helicopter shrieked as he plummeted, Dreadwind transforming again and
escaping the crash. Cyclonus transformed before landing in an unconscious
heap, both of his Mini-cons attached to his arms, also nonfunctional.
Dreadwind, assuming robot form again knelt by Cyclonus, checking for
"He's live." He muttered before shouting to his comrades, still trying to
subdue Tidal Wave, who had gotten back to his feet, swinging his arms
wildly to keep Smokejumper and Scourge at bay. "I got him, lets bail!"
"Say goodbye to your friend!" Smokejumper chuckled as Dreadwind warped out
with Cyclonus's prone form. Tidal Wave grunted and swung again, but missed
as Scourge struck him again in the back.
"Don't worry, he'll be in good hands." Scourge taunted as he and
Smokejumper warped away. Tidal Wave dimmed his optics.
"Cyclonus." The Decepticon warship said quietly, looking to the stormy sky
as he got up once more, sparking violently as the rain washed over his
form. Lightning lit the canyon once more before he warped back to base.
Grand Canyon, USA, Earth, Two miles west of previous location.
"He's wakin up!"
"So, g-g-g-get the transporter ready."
"We don't have time for this pitiful squabble, we must bring him to master
Red Alert groaned as he brought his optic band back online, only to see
four yellow forms hovering over him. The one known as Hook watched him
quietly, his rifle lined up with his head. Mixmaster was fixing up a
device while Long Haul prodded him along, studdering slighty. Scrapper
stood on the other side of him. The shortest NeoConstructicon had his arms
crossed and a look of disgust crossing it.
"So finally awake? Took long enough." Scrapper snorted as he knelt by Red
Alert and cupped his chin. Red Alert fought his urge to back away,
convinced further by another glance down Hook's rifle.
"What are you doing here, what do you want?" Red Alert gasped. Scrapper
let out a loud laugh, bringing Red Alert's face closer.
"My my, so many questions for one in such a compromising situation, you'll
be happy to know, all we really need from you is to be bait. Well that's
almost all we need." Scrapper's smirk turned quite dangerous as his finger
let a small, needle point probe appear out of it. He scraped it along Red
Alert's head almost seductively. "I want all you know about medical
procedures, and for that to work, we need you to be awake."
"I can't possibly tell you everything I know!" Red Alert spat nervously.
Scrapper flickered his optics as he let the probe dance across Red Alert's
head, coming to rest on its point at the side of his head.
"Silly Red Alert, you don't have to tell me a single thing, you may scream
if you like though." Scrapper smiled warmly as he jabbed the needle into
Red Alert's head, causing the medic to shriek loudly.
One Mile due east
The scream pierced Jetfire's audio sensors, making the spacecraft shudder
in the air. "What the hell!? Was that Red Alert?" He asked the darkness,
getting thunder and lightning as a reply. He raced across the canyon as
fast as a damaged space shuttle could, coming upon Red Alert's growing
screams. He spied four yellow robots hunched around Red Alert, the medic's
screams growing less and less audible.
"RED ALERT!" Jetfire screamed to his fellow Autobot as he shifted in mid
air, letting loose multiple plasma bolts. The NeoConstructicons scattered
as Scrapper stayed by Red Alert. Jetfire landed violently near them, mud
spattering around as his optics burned brightly.
"What have you done to him you freak!" Jetfire cried out, raising his gun
to the short Autobot. Scrapper merely smirked back.
"We had a quaint little chat, then I indulged myself in his pain as I
extracted information directly from his cranium." Scrapper said as Jetfire
fumed, his plasma cannon glowing, Commettor linked to the top. "Now now, I
wouldn't fire, you wouldn't want to hurt your comrade."
"I'm going to enjoy taking your mainframe apart piece by piece you sicko!"
Jetfire screamed at him as Scrapper laughed out loud. "And I'm getting
sick of that damn laugh of yours!"
"My apologies, he is free to go now." Scrapper said, deactivating the
energy bonds holding Red Alert. Jetfire glanced around warily as the three
other NeoConstructicons surrounded him. "You on the other hand, well,
we're going to have some fun with you."
"Bring it, short-stuff!" Jetfire cried as he turned to Long Haul, firing
his charged plasma cannon. He backhanded the charging Mixmaster with his
other arm, using the shield mounted on it. Jetfire's momentum was stopped
as he grimaced, feeling a laser bolt sear into his back, frying one of his
servo motors. His arms sparked as he willed them to spin around, squeezing
off a few shots at Hook, who had sniped his back. Scrapper, taking
advantage of his opponent's turned back, leapt at him, boring his right
bulldozer shoulder pad into Jetfire's back. Jetfire screamed as he hit his
hands and knees. Hook walked up to him, putting his concussion pistol to
"Do your worst." Jetfire spat, looking up at Hook defiantly as the
NeoConstructicon smirked. Hook slowly squeezed the trigger when Commettor
sprang up at his face, causing the shot to fly upward into the sky.
"Leave him alone!" The Mini-con screeched, beating Hook's face in with his
odd arms, the yellow crane clawing at his face, trying to pull him off.
"Get off you impudent freak!" Hook cried as Jetfire suddenly lashed out at
him, tackling him off of his feet. Scrapper pulled out his dual cannons
and blasted Jetfire again, who cried out, spinning as he fell and shooting
his plasma blaster. Scrapper dropped down as the bolts flew overhead.
Long Haul pried Commettor off of Hook's face, and Mixmaster grabbed Red
Alert's prone form, putting his arms in a position to snap the medic's head
"Stop right there or dis one gits it!" Mixmaster threatened, holding Red
Alert's head at a sharp angle as he began to stir.
"Wait! No.I, I surrender, just let Red Alert go!" Jetfire said, letting
his cannon and shield drop, sticking in the mud. Commettor thrashed in
Long Haul's grip, flailing his limbs and revving his wheels.
"F-f-f-f-fiesty little critter, isn't h-h-h-h-he?" Long Haul chuckled.
"Let me down you overgrown scrapheap!" Commettor cried.
"That's better Jetfire, Hook, restrain him!" Scrapper ordered, Hook
placing energy binds around Jetfire's arms as the white Autobot grumbled.
Scrapper motioned for Mixmaster to drop Red Alert.
"Target secured, pull out?" Hook asked, gun trained on Jetfire.
"Indeed, lets go." Scrapper chuckled as Long Haul disappeared with
Commettor, and Mixmaster following suit. "This won't hurt one bit." He
said to Jetfire.
"Just get it over with." Jetfire spat as he and Hook disappeared. Red
Alert, who saw Jetfire disappear, brought himself to his knees as Scrapper
"I hope you had fun, I sure did." Scrapper smiled, cupping Red Alert's
chin again as he swung out at him. Scrapper blocked it and squeezed his
arm, strength betraying his small stature. "We'll play again."
"No! Bring back Jetfire!" Red Alert yelled as Scrapper disappeared from
in front of him. "JETFIRE!"
Death Valley, USA, Earth
The small convoy of vehicles pulled up to a massive crag. The sun beat
down, heat waves visibly rising as the small vehicles shifted into robots.
One of the largest, a yellow and gray SUV, crossed his arms.
"This should be suitable to turn into a base. Mirage and Terradive, you'll
go to the nearest human settlement and use the alterations on Mirage's
cloak to procure supplies from the humans, Iceberg will hold back five
miles from the settlement and help you with the cargo when you return."
The one known as Dirt Boss commanded.
"A sound plan, it shall be done, come along Mirage, Iceberg." Terradive
bowed before transforming into sleek high-tech jet and flying east.
"Show off." Mirage scoffed as he switched to a bright yellow Indy car and
drove after him. Iceberg gave the duo an icy stare before switching to his
treaded snowplow mode and lumbering behind them.
"Whatcha got for us boss?" Fetch asked, cracking his knuckles.
"Why did you crack your knuckles?" Downshift asked.
"Umm, dunno, I saw a human do it once, like a ritual before they got to
work on something." Fetch shrugged. Downshift looked at him before
turning to Dirt Boss.
"Alright, Downshift, I'm picking up a few panels in the area, see what you
can retrieve." The Mini-con said, Downshift transforming into a small
stock car and jetting off. Dirt Boss then turned to Fetch. "You and me
are gonna get our hands dirty, we gotta knock a nice sized hole in this
cliff for our base set-up, think you can handle it?"
"No prob." Fetch said, raising his arm mounted rockets and blasting a
large area in the crag. Dirt Boss sighed.
"This is gonna be a long day, but we'll make them all pay for oppressing
Autobot HQ, Earth, Medical Bay
"This is terrible! I'm a tech, not a medic, this slotting stinks and I
can't handle all this at once!" Sideswipe muttered as he patched
Smokescreen into life support. He had tied the main fuel line and stopped
the leaking, but most of his inner circuitry was trashed. His Spark
chamber was still in tact, as were his vital circuits.
"Sideswipe, how is everything coming along?" Optimus Prime asked, coming
into the Med Bay.
"I'm doing what I can to stabilize Smokescreen, but there is no chance of
me getting him online, we need Red Alert, where the slot is Jetfire!?"
Sideswipe griped, getting louder as his irritability grew.
"Just do what you can." Prime said encouragingly, "Jetfire should be back
with Red Alert soon, hopefully he won't be to extensively damaged, and will
be able to help you out."
"Yeah, yeah, Hot Shot should be fine, I patched his internals back to where
they should be..I think." Sideswipe scratched his head. "If I did
something wrong, I'll be hearing about it when he wakes up."
"How are our Mini-cons doing?" Prime asked.
"Liftor was linked with Smokescreen when he went down, so, well, how do I
explain." Sideswipe contemplated while making a few hand gestures. "Since
it was sort of a Spark bond between the two, Liftor felt everything he did,
and the damage to the mind and soul actually took physical representation,
so he's got the same problem as Smokey, he's gonna need a complete
overhaul. The rest were just banged up a bit, I shooed em off to the stock
room to bang out each other's dents. I can't begin on Liftor either
without Red Alert."
"Hey, if you can't do anymore with those guys, want to try and get my leg
working?" Blurr asked impatiently from the bench he was seated in, trying
to clean out the mud clogs and repair his knee.
"Oh hell, fine, let me see what I can do." Sideswipe rasped as he finished
attaching a few cables to Smokescreen and walked over to Blurr. He kneeled
next to the sharpshooter and inspected his knee. After a quick look over,
he poked one part. "That help?"
"OW! NO!" Blurr howled as he threatened Sideswipe with his backhand.
"Sheesh! Ok, that?"
"Well it didn't hurt as much."
"OW!" Blurr cried as Prime headed out of the room. Prime barely got five
feet before his comm crackled to life.
"Optimus, get down to the warp bay now!" Scavenger barked over the comm.
Mini-cons could be heard scuffling around as a "Whoa" from Sideways was
"I'm on my way!"
Autobot HQ, Earth, Launch Bay
"Red Alert! Red Alert! Can you hear me!" Scavenger cried to the medic,
cradling him in his arms. Sideways knelt down and examined him. Holding
his head, he looked at the side.
"Whoa..someone used a neural probe to tap directly into his neural
pathways." The double spy exclaimed.
"What the hell does that mean?" Scavenger growled.
"It means he's been mind raped, rather forcefully it seems from the
sloppiness of the entry." Sideways replied, regarding Scavenger's
mortified look as he continued. "All bets say he was awake and struggling
the whole time."
"That's low even for Galvatron!" Scavenger said, shaking Red Alert as he
began to regain consciousness.
"That IS to low for Galvatron, I think Prime may have called for the end of
the fight to soon." Sideways trailed off.
"Ugh.what happened.where am I..Jetfire! Where's Jetfire!" Red Alert began
to shout as he regained his senses.
"We don't know where he is, he was supposed to be retrieving you, but only
you showed up." Scavenger explained calmly.
"I know what happened."
Scavenger and Sideways turned to see Long-arm kneeling, sparking from his
side as he regarded the two larger bots.
"What? What happened!?" Scavenger asked frantically.
"The NeoConstructicons happened. They got Jetfire, took him captive, got
Commettor too." Long-arm grunted as he knelt again.
"Jetfire! No, I couldn't help him, I was used as bait! I.I." Red Alert
suddenly stiffened and froze, looking blank.
"What's wrong?" Scavenger asked.
"Nothing..n-n-n-nothing is wrong at all." Red Alert said, almost a
whisper. Suddenly Optimus Prime showed up, snapping Red Alert out of his
"What happened, where's Jetfire!?" Optimus asked, looking around in
confusion as Sideways let out a low chuckle.
"Unicron has him, and his little buddy. And looks like they extracted some
info from your medic too." The biker stated, Red Alert shuddering
Prime regarded Sideways and Red Alert carefully before saying, "Red Alert,
we need you in medical, Sideswipe is overwhelmed in there."
"Ok, I'll be there soon, just, give me a minute." Red Alert said,
regaining his composure as he put his focus on something else.
"Take it easy big guy, everything is stabilized, but Sideswipe thinks
Smokescreen will need a complete overhaul. You're the only one with the
skills to do that." Prime put his hand on Red Alert's shoulder. "Come on,
I'll help fix you up a bit before we take you over to medical. Scavenger,
get to the control room and scan for Jetfire, we'll need to move as soon as
we can to get him back."
"Alright Prime." Scavenger said, watching the two leave, then turning over
to Sideways. "Why don't you make yourself useful and gi..Huh?"
Sideways had made himself scarce, leaving Scavenger alone in the launch bay
with Long-arm. The green giant glanced over to the sparking Mini-con.
"You need help getting to Medical?"
"Suit yourself." Scavenger grunted, heading to the control room. Long-arm
watched him leave before mentally cutting off the power flow to his side,
causing the sparks to wane. He moved to a mound of mud, left by the
returning Autobots as he plunged his arms into it. Digging around a bit,
he produced a large blue panel with a stylized M in the middle.
"Thought I sensed you, hmmm.." Long-arm stood for a moment, considering
before heading out of the launch bay, Mini-con panel in tow.
Autobot HQ, Earth, Medical Bay
"Let me make an adjustment here and...There! That should do it."
Sideswipe proclaimed as he stood up. Blurr looked at Sideswipe with one
optic raised behind his amber visor. He slowly stretched his leg, then
stood on it, working the joints as he regarded Sideswipe.
"Well..I haven't fallen down, gone into a seizure, or burst into flames..so
I guess you did alright." Blurr said, walking a few steps warily.
"Glad I could help!" Sideswipe said, patting Blurr on the back a little to
hard, making the blue and gray Autobot stumble forward.
"Hey, easy, I'm gonna find Incinerator, blasted Mini-con, he has working
legs, can't even come see his own partner." Blurr muttered, still favoring
his right leg as he exited the room. Sideswipe turned to check
Smokescreen's monitors as he heard footsteps and the door hiss back open.
"C'mon Blurr, I did all I could to your knee-" Sideswipe started as he
looked, but found Sideways leaning against the wall instead. "Oh it's you,
I thought Blurr had come back."
"Sorry to disappoint. Red Alert's back, Prime needs your help getting Red
Alert fixed up." Sideways said, crossing his arms.
"Really? Where's Jetfire?" Sideswipe asked.
"Gone, NeoConstructicons kidnapped him." Sideways retorted.
"Crap!" Sideswipe sputtered, "Ok, can you watch the monitors while I go
see to Red Alert?"
"No problem." Sideways said as Sideswipe nodded and ran out of the room.
"No problem at all."
Sideways let out a dark chuckle as he snapped his fingers and Crosswise
leapt our of the shadows. Sideways closed the door and opened the security
panel. He motioned to Crosswise as the silver Mini-con hopped onto his
shoulders and made a few wire connections. The panel sparked slightly as
Sideways chuckled and closed the panel.
"Watch the door, I'll take care of the rest." Sideways ordered his Mini-
con as he moved to the medical beds. He regarded Hot Shot's prone form
with a snort as he came upon Smokescreen's battered body. Sideways dimmed
his optics as Rook suddenly tore off of his neck. A faint hissing sound is
heard as Sideways' cylindrical head slid into place. Rook stood on the bed
besides Smokescreen, peering up at the biker bot with dull optics.
"Ah Smokescreen, the little known Autobot grunt." Sideways purred, his
hand running across the crane's battered form. "You'll probably get a
medal for this stunt, but nothing more. Barely a mark in the history
Smokescreen's blank optics met Sideways' cold visor, and the double-agent
let out a laugh.
"Don't worry Smokey, I'm going to make you a much bigger part of this war."
Rook climbed up Smokescreen's chest, waving his tiny hands at it as a
bright glow was seen under the metal. Sideways continued, placing his hand
over the glow. "In fact, you're going to be such a vital piece, that many
lives will be changed just by what I give you."
The glow intensified as Rook found the release for the panel on
Smokescreen's chest, exposing his Spark.
"Prepare yourself Smokescreen, I'm coming." Sideways crooned as he thrust
his hand into Smokescreen's Spark.
Decepticon Moon Base, Warp Chamber
"Guard duty, sheesh! A waste of my time." Demolisher complained.
"Bitch, bitch, bitch." Knock-out muttered from behind a console, working on
the warp gate controls. "That's all you do anymore, whadda you think
"Demolisher's speech to bitch ratio: two to twenty." Black-out responded
blandly as Knock-out let out a loud guffaw. Demolisher just shook his
"I get no respect around here." The tank muttered as the warp gate
activated. Rain sprayed from the rift as Tidal Wave stumbled through,
running right into the console Knock-out was working on. The Mini-con
rolled back as the console sparked.
"Hey watch where you're goin' ya big oaf!" Knock-out spat at the larger
bot, wiping the rain off of his frame. Tidal Wave regarded the small robot
before stumbling forward towards Demolisher.
"What the slagging heck happened to you, I didn't think the Autobots tore
you up that bad!" Demolisher exclaimed, using his lasers in his fingers to
quickly fuse some of the worst holes in the large Decepticon.
"Cyclonus.taken by Scourge and the jets," Tidal Wave groaned, "Couldn't
"Dangit! Black-out, get me some help to get him to the med bay!"
Demolisher barked at his Mini-con, who sprinted out of the room. Tidal
Wave groaned and jerked a bit as he went into stasis lock. Oil sprayed
from a few wounds as Demolisher struggled to reposition the enormous
Decepticon, working to stabilize his most extensive injuries, Knock-out
muttering something and moving over to help.
Decepticon Moon Base, Medical Bay
"You're a slagging idiot you hear me!"
Skywarp winced as Thundercracker's deep baritone tore through the med bay
as he worked on Skywarp's midsection, which had been damaged fairly
heavily. Zapmaster was rummaging through some spare parts as Thunderclash
watched inquisitively. Buzz-saw, one of the mainstays of the Decepticon
medical staff, was working on a new plate of metal for Skywarp's wing.
"Hey I got a Mini-con didn't I?" Skywarp retorted as he winced again. "Ow!
"Shuddup and stop you're whining. You did exactly what I knew you would
do, and that something is something very stupid!" Thundercracker roared,
"Why do you think I left you home!"
"I can't cut properly with you two bickering!" Buzz-saw cried, throwing
his hands in the air.
"You shut up too! Can't you see I'm lecturing a mentally deficient
Decepticon?" The blue seeker snapped at the yellow Mini-con.
"Well if you want that retard to fall out of the sky because of a shoddy
job on his wing, be my guest!" Buzz-saw snarled, going back to the sheet
metal in front of him. Thundercracker made a razzing noise as he went back
to work, giving Thunderclash dirty look then pointing to Skywarp's arm.
"You, fix it." Thundercracker ordered the Mini-con, who simply cocked his
head at the larger bot. "Ugh, Skywarp, make it work on your arm."
"Thunderclash! I order you to repair my arm!" Skywarp said, as the
somewhat large Mini-con shuffled up to him and started mending wires in his
wrist. Zapmaster finished his rummaging, grabbing a resizing circuit from
the pile and starting to walk off.
"Where do you think you're going!" Buzz-saw demanded, again leaving his
work to face the silver Mini-con.
"Um.I was gonna see what Swindle could give me for this hunk of junk."
Zapmaster toed the ground innocently. Buzz-saw just snatched it out of his
hand and gave Zapmaster a large backhand.
"You idiot, get out of here now, I can't have you stealing valuable medical
supplies." The technician cried, and shoved Zapmaster out of the medical
bay, right into Black-out, who had come sprinting down the hall.
"Gah! Watch where you're going!" Zapmaster cried, getting knocked on his
"Unit Tidal Wave in need of medical assistance." Black-out reported to Buzz-
saw blandly, ignoring the silver Mini-con he just ran over.
"It's gonna be one of those days, isn't it." Buzz-saw spat as he shooed
Black-out aside and told him to report to Galvatron.
Galvatron sat on his throne, fingers steepled as he gazed forward, crimson
optics blazing. He did not move once as Black-out trotted into the room.
"Unit Cyclonus captured by Unicron's forces along with Mini-cons
Crumplezone and Drill-bit, unit Tidal Wave extensively damaged." The
orange and tan Mini-con said.
"So Unicron wishes to increase the wager hmmm? Very well, we shall play.
Clench! Report all units fit for low combat duty, Decepticon roster only."
"Thrust, Wheeljack, Thundercracker, and Demolisher are all capable of duty
sire." The black and purple Mini-con replied, appearing from the shadows.
"It is recommended that Skywarp and Starscream are allowed recovery time
from the last skirmish."
"I see, have Wheeljack and Thundercracker report to me, I have a task that
requires their immediate attention." Galvatron commanded, dismissing
Clench. Turning then to Black-out, he leaned back. "Keep me informed on
Tidal Wave's condition, and send Thrust to me in thirty cycles."
"Yes Galvatron." Black-out took his leave.
"I've always loved a three way game, yessss. Now I believe the ball is in
your court Optimus, what shall you do with it is the question though."
"Ha ha ha ha ha..."
Lightning strikes in the distance.
Light poured into Smokescreen's vision. He immediately scrambled to his
feet as rain and wind battered his form.
"Something..isn't right here." Smokescreen trailed off. "The sky.."
Smokescreen looked up, his optics flickering as the rain hit them. The sky
was a brilliant azure blue, yet somehow rain came down in buckets.
"You lost or somethin'?"
"Huh?!" Smokescreen backpedaled as he looked down at a small black, blue,
and red robot. "Who're you?"
"My name's not important, what's important is that you realize what's
happenin 'round ya." The Mini-con spread his arms, as Smokescreen looked
around him once more.
"Primus." Smokescreen gasped as he looked around at the charred landscape,
lava flowing past him.
"You really should be paying more attention."
"What did you say?" Smokescreen looked at the Mini-con again.
"Wasn't me." It shrugged.
"Jeez! Pay attention." A sharp pain shot though Smokescreen's foot.
"OW!" He looked down to see a white robot, detailed in blue and red.
Personally, it was the weirdest damn Mini-con he had ever seen. "Watch
"Don't blame me for your own inattentiveness." It snorted.
"Sheesh, for a little guy you sure are snappy." Smokescreen retorted.
"Hey, now watch!" Black (Smokescreen had no damn clue what to call them)
pointed. Smokescreen turned along with White. A blue light tore from the
ground, and materialized into the Star Sabre. It danced through the air as
Smokescreen gingerly touched his midsection. He winced in pain, but there
was no damage on him.
"Funny.I remember now, it went right through me."
"You're not watching!" White exclaimed as Smokescreen looked up, seeing
the Star Sabre's blue blade turn to him and shoot forward. Smokescreen
cried out and held up his hands defensively, but a blinding yellow light
intercepted it. Smokescreen reactivated his optics as he saw a large
yellow and black shield before him, crackling with energy as the Star Sabre
was halted by it.
"The slag?" Smokescreen said, moving out from behind the shield as Black
"Good ole Skyboom, always comes though in the pinch."
"I am so confused." Smokescreen said, resigning himself to whatever
insanity was to follow.
"Giving up, that's no good, no good at all." Smokescreen shot looks at
Black and White, who looked at each other and shrugged.
"Not another one.." Smokescreen groaned.
"Oh another one indeed!" A mainly blue Mini-con with purple, yellow, and
green details hopped onto his shoulder. This one seemed to have a massive
cannon for an arm. Smokescreen mentally decided to call this one "Blue".
Suddenly, Optimus Prime and Thrust erupted from the ground. Molten rock
spewed forth as the two Transformers landed. Crying out, Smokescreen fell
on his aft as Blue fell behind him.
"Hey hey hey!" Can't you keep your balance?" Blue yelped, getting back to
his feet as Prime and Thrust each grabbed a Mini-con weapon.
"Optimus! Why are you here? What's with Thrust?" Smokescreen asked
frantically, waving his arms at the stotic Autobot commander. Optimus said
nothing, holding the Skyboom shield, completely rigid. Thrust did the same
with the Star Sabre. Thrust slowly struck at Prime with the Star Sabre, to
which Prime easily blocked with the Skyboom. Both crackled faintly with
energy as they connected.
"Are you paying attention!" White yelled at Smokescreen.
"I don't think he is, nothin' is gettin' through to him." Black replied.
"SHUT UP!" He yelled at the trio of Mini-cons, who huddled together
quickly. Smokescreen was so busy yelling he nearly missed the faint gold
sparks emitting from the three. "Hey, what's that?"
"What's what?" Blue retorted.
"You three..you make a weapon!" Smokescreen exclaimed, realization dawning
"I suppose he's figured us out." White commented dryly.
"Eh wot? Shall we give him a good showin then fellows?" Blue asked his
"I 'spose we got nothin' better to do." Black shrugged. The three jumped
and shifted in midair, snapping together to form a long barreled rifle,
comprised of black, blue, and white. Smokescreen flickered his optics and
picked it up, examining it. Suddenly, Thrust and Optimus Prime turned to
Smokescreen and charged.
"AAHHH!" Smokescreen cried, bringing the Mini-con gun to bear and firing
in defense. The blast fizzled on the other two weapons in a glorious
seizure inducing light show. All three stood as the weapons crackled with
gold energy, Smokescreen just gaping as light shot off in three directions.
Sparkplug and Clench appeared in two light streams, glowering at
"Where did you two come from? Prime?" Smokescreen looked at the still
silent Autobot. Thrust and Optimus looked at each other before turning
black and dissolving into the landscape. Smokescreen hadn't even noticed
that he was in a grassy field now.
"The three have arrived." Clench said, floating in the golden arc.
"Indeed, the twins must arrive, and all shall be one." Sparkplug replied.
"What in the world is going on!!" Smokescreen cried, flailing his arms.
"Don't worry Hoist, all shall be well."
"What, who said that?" Smokescreen looked around as everything faded, and
he was on the Moon.
"Your time will come, just remember what you've seen here Hoist."
"Why, that should be simple." The speaker stepped out from behind a crag,
a purple and yellow lithe form.
"The answer is simple Hoist." Sideways chuckled as Smokescreen began to
scream, his arms shattering to reveal a massive tan and orange backhoe, and
another large white arm. His legs shattered to reveal longer, tan legs as
his shoulder cannon melted away.
"What's ha.happ..happening.." Smokescreen gasped, falling to his knees as
his chest melted away, revealing a white cockpit. He noticed his face was
melting away as well.
Autobot HQ, Medical Bay
"AHHH!" Hot Shot screamed as he shot up, a few tubes snapping off his
"AHHH! Damnit Hot Shot! Don't scream like that!" Red Alert shouted back,
fumbling with the tool in his hand.
"Bro! You're alright!" Sideswipe exclaimed, jogging over to Hot Shot's
"Wha..What happened?" Hot Shot said, confused as Sideswipe clasped his
"You took a nasty shot from that Decepticon, Wheeljack I think his name
was." Sideswipe replied. Hot Shot's optics got a far away look to them as
Sideswipe kept going. "Why the heck did you let him shoot you like that
"Umm.It's nothing, nothing at all." Hot Shot said, coming back to reality
as he looked about the room. Red Alert, looking quite paranoid, was slowly
working on a massive white arm. "What is that Red?"
"Smokescreen." Red Alert retorted, not looking up.
"What!?" The yellow Autobot cried.
"Yeah, he kinda got messed up really bad, same with Liftor, he won't even
wake up until we can get Smokescreen operational again." Sideswipe
regarded the orange Mini-con on the table, with pincers on its head.
"That's Liftor!?" Hot Shot sputtered. Sideswipe was about to elaborate
more, but Scavenger appeared in the doorway.
"Hot Shot." Scavenger trailed off as he regarded the Autobot. "Hot Shot,
Prime wants to see you in his quarters right away."
"Ok, I'm going." Hot Shot resigned as Sideswipe returned to help Red
Alert. Scavenger followed Hot Shot out, not speaking a word.
Autobot HQ, Stasis Bay.
Long-arm limped into the blackened room, blue Mini-con panel under his arm.
He looked up at the two other panels, both blue themselves. Long-arm
moved forward, the blue glow of the panels illuminating the room. He got
to the middle of the room when he heard a voice.
"What do you think you're doing?" A voice demanded.
"What?" Long-arm said, backing up as the lights flipped on. Jolt stood
between Long-arm and the panels, arms crossed. Looking behind him,
Dunerunner and Ransack stood, blocking the door.
Jolt stared at Long-arm incredulously before speaking. "You were actually
going to activate them. You were going to do it weren't you!" Jolt began
pointing at him as Dunerunner and Ransack closed in on him.
"Why wouldn't I? You know as well as I do that prolonged stasis is hell!"
Long-arm yelled at Jolt, who did not flinch.
"The Autobots would make them fight." Dunerunner said from Long-arm's
"They'd be used for what they hate, war!" Ransack added from his left.
"And you were going to sentence them to it!" Jolt said, jabbing his finger
into Long-arm's chest.
Long-arm swatted Jolt's hand away, then groaned as he sparked again. "We
have no choice! They're our one chance of ending this petty war!"
Jolt threw his hands into the air and paced in front of Long-arm, who
grimaced as his side sparked once more. "Who cares!" Jolt cried suddenly.
He then pointed to Ransack. "Do you care?"
"Not a chance." Dunerunner replied.
"Exactly! Let em kill each other, Primus can sort em out! Either way
we'll pick off the victor and rise against our oppressors." Jolt preached,
flailing his arms to emphasize his point.
Long-arm dimmed his optic and hung his head. "Sparkplug would be ashamed."
"Sparkplug's as much of an idiot as you!" Jolt cried. "He wants the
Autobots to win!"
"The Autobots win, WE win!" Long-arm shouted back.
"Wrong! You lose!" Jolt spat as he motioned for Ransack and Dunerunner to
"I won't let you do this!" Long-arm cried, tossing the panel in the air
and converting to vehicle mode. Jolt summoned his cannon from subspace as
Long-arm sped forward, his crane knocking the panel to the others as
Ransack and Dunerunner missed him.
"NO!" Jolt screeched as he fired his cannon, Long-arm getting thrown back
in mid-transformation. The panels all shimmered and shorted out the lights
in the room as three Mini-cons tumbled into a heap on the ground. The
black one was the first up.
"All right ye scumbags, I'll bash yer heads in!" He cried as he brandished
his fists. He looked around, seeing Long-arm in a sparking heap. The
scene was told from the small whisper of smoke curling out of Jolt's
cannon. Dunerunner and Ransack stood, frozen in place as Jolt began to
stammer something unintelligible. The black Mini-con paid no head as he
charged Jolt, a flurry of fists pounding into the helicopter's cherry red
"PAYLOAD STOP!" One of the other Mini-cons cried as he dragged the black
Mini-con off of Jolt, who was merely whimpering.
"ATCH! What are ye doin' Skyblast, let me pound his scummy head into the
ground!" Payload thrashed in Skyblast's arms as the remaining blue Mini-
con ran over to Long-arm, frantically checking for signs of life. The door
hissed as it slid open, revealing Sparkplug's small yellow form, being
flanked by Grindor, Highwire, and Sureshock. Ransack and Dunerunner slowly
became coherent as they took in all the events.
"WHAT THE SLOTTED HECK IS GOING ON IN HERE!" Sparkplug roared as loudly as
his tiny body could. Ransack shifted uneasily as Dunerunner edged to the
wall. Sparkplug took in the scene, taking a moment to realize a few
"Astroscope? Payload? Skyblast?" The yellow Mini-con stammered.
"Get medical support down here!" Astroscope screamed at Sparkplug, not
bothering to greet his old friend as he tied Long-arm's fuel lines.
Sparkplug hesitated before hitting the comm.
"Sideswipe, we need you, we have a situation!" Sparkplug hailed over his
"What? Now? Can it wai-"
"GET DOWN HERE!" Sparkplug screamed as Sideswipe cut off.
Jolt slowly got to his feet, whole frame shaking as his cannon clattered to
the floor. "What have I done..oh Primus..Long-arm...forgive me."
Jolt began to cry.
Decepticon HQ, Barracks.
Thundercracker strode down the hall, looking in the deserted bunkers.
"Where the hell is he?" The blue seeker slammed another door shut as he
made his way further down the hall. He came to a slow stop as a voice
drifted into the halls.
"And there came a hero who said: 'Hurt not the Earth, nor the sea, nor the
trees, nor the very fabric of time.'"
Thundercracker snorted and followed the voice, coming to stop at the
entrance. Wheeljack sat, one leg draped over the other as Wind Sheer sat
cross-legged before him. Bonecrusher was leaning on the wall, completely
entranced. Wheeljack glanced to Thundercracker before looking down into
the book on his lap and finishing the passage.
"But the hero would not prevail, nor would he surrender."
"Never thought of you as the religious type." Thundercracker remarked as
Wheeljack closed the book.
"You've never read the Covenant of Primus?" Wheeljack said, a glimmer of
amusement on his face.
"Nope, never believed in that stuff." Thundercracker replied.
"That's a shame." Wheeljack stood and placed the Covenant of Primus on his
desk as Bonecrusher and Wind Sheer rose.
"Never get tired of that stuff, really inspires a bot." Bonecrusher said
as he nodded to Wheeljack and left. Wind Sheer simply looked to Wheeljack.
Thundercracker noticed this.
"What's his problem." The seeker pointed to the Mini-con.
"His core programming was wiped during stasis, he has to learn from
scratch." Wheeljack explained, patting Wind Sheer on the head.
"So you feed him that mumbo jumbo." Thundercracker scoffed.
"Maybe to you, but some of us have taste." Wheeljack glared. "Are you
here for a reason?"
"Oh yeah, we gotta report to Galvatron, he's got some busy work for us."
Thundercracker responded as he started to walk off.
"Oh joy, wonder what we get to do now?" Wheeljack replied to no one in
particular, and upon seeing Wind Sheer's cocked head, he put the Mini-con
on his shoulder and followed.
Autobot HQ, Optimus Prime's Quarters.
Hot Shot slowly entered Prime's office. Classical music sauntered out of
the room as Scavenger stood at the doorway, closing it when Hot Shot got
through the door. Prime was seated, looking out the only window in the
Autobot base. A small portion of the ship jutted out of the mountain,
covered by vast overgrowth and ferns. The window was installed by Prime
himself, and he would spend a few cycles a day gazing out lost in thought.
Rain pelted the window, cascading down, forming a liquid curtain.
"I've been expecting you Hot Shot." Prime said, not looking from the
"What is this about, sir?" Hot Shot said.
"You tell me Hot Shot, please."
The rain picked up in tempo, drowning out the classical music play as Prime
rose from his seat, not yet turning.
"Who is Wheeljack?"
"I beg your pardon sir?"
Prime suddenly turned, smashing his fist on the desk. "Don't take me for a
fool Hot Shot, why did you let Wheeljack shoot you out there, with no
effort to fight back. Not only did you put yourself in harms way, you
jeopardized the whole battle by taking yourself out of the equation. Did
you even see Smokescreen!?"
"But sir, I, I."
"But nothing! I don't care what you and Wheeljack's past may be, you wear
one sigil, and he wears the other. That means you point your gun at him
and shoot and he does likewise. I don't think you fully understand what
you may have cost us Hot Shot. Do you know where Jetfire is?"
Hot Shot looked into Optimus's optics, seeing for the first time a very
tired and very stressed soul behind them. "I just recently came back
online sir, I have-"
"Unicron has him, and Commettor too. If they're even still alive, they're
sitting in the brig of a planet eater, awaiting who knows what torture."
Prime watched Hot Shot's reaction before continuing. "I had to have
Sideswipe and Scavenger guard your ungrateful body, that's two men I spent
protecting you that could have been helping Smokescreen or Jetfire, we had
to rush out with you and Smokescreen so quickly that we couldn't even
search for Red Alert of Jetfire. According to Sideways, Red Alert had data
unwillingly extracted from his cranium, and he won't even speak about it
now, he's a nervous wreck!"
Hot Shot took a deep breath, on the verge of breaking down. "I'm so sorry,
but, I couldn't just let what I did to Wheeljack go unpunished!"
"So what you did in the past was worth the wellbeing of all of my troops-My
friends!" Prime cried.
"No! I didn't mean for this to happen, I just couldn't bear the thought of
Wheeljack switching sides.All because of me! I wanted to get rid of the
guilt! I never would have wanted this to happen, never!" Hot Shot cried
out, dropping to his knees.
Prime just glared before turning back around, sighing as he sunk into his
seat. "Report to Sideswipe, he has the briefing for your next mission."
"I'm so sorry."
Hot Shot whimpered, pulling himself to his feet and walking out the door.
Scavenger stood there, a solemn look on his face. "I suppose you're going
to tell me this is all my fault too!" Hot Shot spat, his voice betraying
his broken spirit.
Scavenger frowned and dimmed his optics. "These are desperate times Hot
Shot. In such a desperate situation, one cannot afford to be
compassionate, or think only of themselves. The team must prosper to
survive." The green Autobot then stalked off down the hall, leaving Hot
Shot to his grief.
"Ohhh my achin motherboard." Jetfire's optics reactivated suddenly. The
room he currently resided in was a splash of dull gold and yellow. "Any
one in here?"
"Wow, of all the bots I coulda expected, I would have never expected you."
Jetfire spun around to see Cyclonus sitting in the corner, a small form
cradled in his arms. Jetfire looked closer and realized it was
Crumplezone, but now a mix of green, black, and silver for his coloration.
"What did they do to him?"
"I heard something about "Powerlinx Experimentation" from one of those
yellow goons. They just took off with Drill-bit and your munchkin after
they brought back Crumplezone." Cyclonus replied, the usual malice in the
Decepticon's voice gone. "I assume we're next after they get done with the
Jetfire stood and examined the cell. "How long have we been here?"
"I have no clue, my internal chronometer has been on the fritz since they
dropped me in here."
"How did we get in here? I don't see an entrance or anything."
"Beats me, I think we were warped in."
Jetfire turned to the Decepticon again. "Am I actually holding a
conversation with you, and not trading insults?"
Cyclonus let a slight chuckle escape his vocalizer. "Yeah, being cellmates
will do funny things to you I guess."
The two sat in silence for many cycles until a flash of light caught their
attention. Dreadwind, Smokejumper, Maelstrom, Slipstream, and Sensor all
stood before them, the latter two pushing Drill-bit and Commettor forward.
Drill-bit, now green, black, and orange, collapsed immediately. Commettor,
now predominately white, rolled into Jetfire's arms.
"Awful..so..terrible.don't...don't let them take me back!" Commettor cried
to Jetfire as he calmed the Mini-con down.
Smokejumper prodded Jetfire with the end of his rifle. "On your feet!" He
commanded as Jetfire complied, glaring at the small Decepticon as he rose
to about twice his height. Smokejumper involuntarily backed up, holding
his rifle torso level to Jetfire. "T-t-t-to the warp gate..NOW!"
Dreadwind chuckled as he pushed Cyclonus forward. "Isn't stuttering Long
"Shut up!" Smokejumper cried back as they prepared for the warp jump.
Maelstrom hovered up and punched a combo into a keyboard, taking them all
to another part of the ship, leaving Commettor alone with two unconscious
Death Valley, USA, Earth
Terradive and Mirage strode into the now very large cave that was once just
a massive cliffside. Iceberg drove a good deal behind them, pulling a
massive skiff of assorted materials. Dirt Boss was standing with
Downshift, Fetch, and a white and blue Mini-con.
"Dirt Boss, we return." Terradive announced, causing an attention shift.
"Ah good! And you're just in time to see us reactivate more comrades!"
Dirt Boss exclaimed, a bit excited. Mirage and Terradive strode over to
where the new Mini-con was fiddling with four Mini-con panels on the
"Just about got them, should activate any second now." The white Mini-con
"Good job Makeshift." Downshift said as the panels began to activate. The
first panel revealed a stout red bot, having white accents on two large
shoulder units. The next revealed a large gray Mini-con, with bright
yellow cannons sticking from his back. The third was a lithe and orange
one, with wheels on his legs and chest. Last, a jagged gray, gold, and
blue Mini-con stood before them.
"I am Dirt Boss, leader of the Mini-con resistance. I welcome you
brothers." The large race team Mini-con announced.
"Resistance eh? I like the sound of that, damn larger Cybertronians have
pushed us too far! I'm Dualor, and I'll give you all the firepower you'll
need." The gray one shouted enthusiastically.
"Name's Firebot." The red one quipped, looking around at the large cave.
"Oval here, reconnaissance expert." The orange one said, looking
"Thunderwing reporting, aerial assault." The gray and gold one said.
"Excellent! Welcome, together, we'll free all Mini-cons, let no one,
Autobot or Decepticon, stand in our way!" Dirt Boss exclaimed as the rest
cheered. Mirage and Downshift hung to the back slightly.
"He sure can give speeches." Mirage said, cupping his chin in his claw.
"Yeah, good thing he has us around for the technical stuff though."
Downshift replied as he looked over the materials Mirage had procured. "We
still got a long ways to go to be operational. We need this base to be
fully functional before we can even think of stopping the Autobots and
Decepticons from getting more of us."
"True, true." Mirage replied. "I suppose we should get to work."
The two looked at each other, and with a sigh, turned to work.
Decepticon Moon Base, Throne Room.
Galvatron activated his optics when he heard footsteps. Wheeljack knelt
before him, Thundercracker standing not to far away with his arms crossed.
Galvatron ignored this act of defiance as he rose. "I have a task for the
two of you, if you already didn't assume that."
Galvatron snapped his fingers, causing a display to come up to the left of
the room. A large holo-map was displayed, a small light blinking. "This
is your objective, move in quickly, without alerting the Autobots, this is
of the utmost importance."
Wheeljack and Thundercracker wordlessly studied the screen. Thundercracker
took a few steps closer, his optics widening. "A Mini-con signal of that
proportion. You don't mean.." He trailed off, looking at Galvatron,
"Yesss. Now go! Take Wind Sheer and Zapmaster, and move!" Galvatron
commanded, both Decepticons bowing and walking quickly out of the room.
Wheeljack looked at Thundercracker as they walked.
"What in the world are we looking for?" The black Decepticon asked.
"You'll find out, and hope we get there first." Thundercracker responded,
quickening his pace.
Galvatron smiled as the two exited. He pressed a button on his throne,
causing Thrust and Starscream to enter from the other side of the room.
"We've found a few key pockets of Mini-cons, but it appears as a good half
of the panels have been salvaged." Starscream replied flippantly.
"I see, so you are positive that this must be it?" The tyrant asked.
"Yes sir, it has to be, unless it was destroyed in the crash, this has to
be it." Thrust responded.
"Excellent, Starscream, when Tidal Wave is repaired, have him salvage the
submerged Mini-cons we've detected. Until now there has been no way to
retrieve them, but now is as good of time as any." Galvatron commanded the
red seeker, who simple sneered, then saluted and stalked out of the room.
"He's getting harder to control, sire." Thrust commented after Starscream
"I know, he may have to be dealt with soon, but for now, keep the operation
going, we must gain the upper hand in this war, no matter the cost. And if
it means returning to Cybertron and bringing every Decepticon on the planet
to this bleak little world, so be it!" Galvatron slammed his fist on the
throne, emphasizing his point.
"Yes sire." Thrust bowed before leaving Galvatron to his musings.
Autobot HQ, Medical Bay.
"Are you sure you don't want me to tell Prime?" Sideswipe asked the small
yellow transformer in front of him.
"This is a Mini-con matter, just fix up Long-arm." Sparkplug said quietly.
Sideswipe shrugged and went back to work as Sparkplug strode out of the
medical bay and down the hall. Astroscope waited for him, arms crossed.
The blue Mini-con started walking with Sparkplug as he passed.
"So," Astroscope began, "Not the best way to catch up it seems."
"Not at all." The yellow Mini-con responded.
They walked in silence, entering the Mini-con quarters wing. Ransack and
Dunerunner were quietly cleaning the walls with small brushes, made for a
human's teeth. Skyblast and Spiral were updating a few computers as
Payload stood watch over Jolt. The red Mini-con sat slumped over, making
no sounds save the occasional whimper. Grindor, Highwire, and Sureshock
discussed the fate of the helicopter in a sealed room.
"I sent Rollbar to inform Prime of our presence, but I told him not to
divulge our little "ability." Astroscope told Sparkplug.
"Good, although I'm sure Prime would want to use it, he wouldn't force you,
although, things are getting that bleak." Sparkplug replied somberly.
"When did we get so bad Astroscope? When did we have to begin fighting
each other just because of this stupid war?"
Astroscope sat with a heavy sigh. "I don't know, I don't know."
The sound of a door hissing made everyone's attention snap to the trio of
Mini-cons coming into the room. Sparkplug lifted his head heavily.
Highwire scanned the room before meeting optics with Sparkplug. "We have
reached a decision." He said before shooting into the air with Grindor and
Sureshock. A few moments and contortions later, the trio combined into the
entity known as Perceptor.
"We have come to a feasible conclusion." The Mini-con Gestalt spoke as he
crossed his arms. "The Mini-con Jolt, is charged with assaulting a fellow
Mini-con, causing very serious damage, and three accounts of preventing
release from stasis."
"However, we sympathize with Jolt's intentions, but his methods were
unjust. Everyone does not want more of our brethren used as mere weaponry
by Autobot or Decepticon. This does not justify lashing out at a fellow
Mini-con however. Jolt will be confined to base unless under the most dire
circumstances, and will aid in the repair of Long-arm, and aid him in
anyway possible during recovery. Monitor duty will also be taken over by
Jolt for twelve solar cycles." Perceptor declared.
Jolt blinked. "What? That's all?"
"We see no other reason to punish you further, and lack the malice to
perform any unjust or cruel sentences." The giant spoke, unfazed.
"Alright..I'll do my best to make amends." Jolt whispered.
Perceptor smiled. "That pleases us." With that, the giant disassembled
into his component parts. Sparkplug let out another sigh as he leaned
"Alright everyone, take the rest of the day off, just drop what you're
doing, it can wait, even you two." Sparkplug pointed to Ransack and
Dunerunner, who both collapsed and chucked their toothbrushes aside.
"Jolt, I want you to report to medical and see if you can help out, other
than that, everyone just relax. We need it"
Autobot HQ, Lounge
Sideswipe fell to the couch with a groan. "What a freaking day this has
been, and I have to go out on the field too!" Sideswipe sunk farther into
the couch as Nightbeat hopped up besides him.
"Are you done bitching?" The Mini-con inquired.
"No, as a matter of fact I'm not!" Sideswipe retorted, playfully pushing
Nightbeat to the other side of the couch. Hot Shot trudged in after a few
"Hey." Hot Shot said sullenly, sitting in a chair.
"Meeting with Prime not go so well bro?" Sideswipe asked as he settled
back down in the chair.
"You could say that. He said you got our assignment." The yellow Autobot
"Yeah, you're gonna love this one, we have to go investigate a massive
energy signature in the jungle. He wants us out there in a Megacycle,
stealth is of the utmost importance." Sideswipe sighed.
"Just you and me?" Hot Shot asked.
"Oh this is the part you're gonna love, us, Nightbeat here, and your
"For Primus's sake..." Hot Shot groaned. "He's sending Sideways with us?"
"Someone say my name?"
Two Autobots and a Mini-con swerved their heads to see Sideways leaning in
the doorway, Crosswise perched on his shoulder. Sideswipe let off a
nervous chuckle. "Oh hiya Sideways, we were just err.talking about you."
"All good things I hope." Sideways said, walking further into the room.
"I got the mission from Prime, shall we ladies?" Sideways gestured to the
"Oh why the hell not, I've only been working all day in medical, might as
well get shot at again before the day is over too." Sideswipe moaned as
Nightbeat jumped to his shoulders.
"Didn't I tell you to stop that." Nightbeat scolded.
"Shut up." The sedan replied. Hot Shot gave Sideways a quick glare before
walking out of the room. Sideways chuckled and followed.
"M-m-m-m-must he do that?" Long Haul muttered as Scrapper worked a large
console. Jetfire screamed repeatedly in agony as small probes supercharged
parts of Jetfire's circuitry. The Autobot vice-commander was strapped down
onto a horizontal table, spread out and many vital components exposed.
Wires and sharp metal probes intertwined his body as Scrapper turned a dial
up on the console, causing the connections to shudder and send more power
into Jetfire's frame. Parts of his body fluctuated colors as he screamed.
"The process seems to be working on the larger Cybertronians as well. It
is just taking longer than we expected." Scrapper thought aloud. Long
Haul frowned and kept watching the gauges as Scourge strode in. Scrapper
looked up in annoyance. "Well?"
"The Decepticon has nearly been completed. His body, while smaller than the
Autobot's, could take a tremendous amount of power surges before his
superstructure had to alter to compensate." The locust replied.
"I see, once this one is finished, we may compare all of our findings, and
upload the finished process directly to Unicron." Scrapper smirked. "Then
he should be able to do this process himself, and much more accurately,
given his 'powers'."
Scrapper and Scourge looked up at one of the monitors, which revealed a
mostly green Cyclonus strapped up in a similar fashion as Jetfire. Hook
stood at the moniter, controlling the power surges that racked Cyclonus's
body. The Decepticon had stopped screaming, only flinching when Hook
turned up the dial.
"That one is no where near as fun as the Autobot." Scourge chuckled.
"This one makes more noise." To emphasis his point, he turned up the dial.
"Yes, we are almost done it seems, send Prowl to report to master Unicron
that we're almost ready for the final phase." Scrapper said as Scourge
nodded and walked out of the room.
Central America, Exact Location Unknown
White hands brushed aside the overgrowth on the side of the structure.
Rain was pouring heavily still, something which irritated Thundercracker
greatly. Wheeljack cleared more brush away as Thundercracker miserably
huddled under the vast tree cover.
"Can you hurry it up, it's wet out here." Thundercracker complained. "And
with all these trees, flying is out of the question too."
"This would go faster if you helped." Wheeljack snorted, looking for an
entrance big enough for them. "I sent Zapmaster down one of the smaller
entrances, he should be back any minute."
"He damn well better hurry." Thundercracker growled.
"So why am I searching for an entrance in this hunk of stone made by some
flesh-bag who knows how long ago?" Wheeljack asked.
"Ah, yes you were probably to young or not even online yet during that
phase of the Great War." Thundercracker leaned back against his tree.
"Well I might as well tell you, seeing as how this rain doesn't want to
"Oh? Well spit it out already then!" Wheeljack said, getting irritated
with the structure.
"Alright, alright. It was way back in the early phases of the war, when
the Mini-cons had just appeared. Both factions were experimenting with
Mini-cons left and right, trying to think up new ways to use the critters
to power them up. The Autobots came up with a radical theory, involving
taking out the head unit of an Autobot and altering a Mini-con to serve as
its head. Well before this technology had been perfected, the Autobot's
original Vice-commander, Ultra Magnus, was mortally wounded, a freak shot
mangling his head and chest. Without much time, they decided that they
could repair him if a Mini-con was used to replace his damaged components.
They got a volunteer by the name of Rollout. The little guy underwent,
from what I've heard, a very painful process to not only transform into
Magnus's chest and head, but to merge with his spark, repairing the damage
caused to it. When they finally got it done, and had Rollout merge with
Ultra Magnus, he was so far gone that both of their sparks merged and
formed something completely new. He called himself Overload, guardian of
the Mini-cons. When Overload turned into vehicle mode, Rollout would
separate and retain most of his old personality, where the shell of Magnus
would be no more than a mere drone, requiring Rollout to tow it around.
Anyway, when the mass exodus of Mini-cons occurred, Overload went with
them, vowing to protect them. And naturally, Rollout was put into stasis
with the rest of them. I knew he would be somewhere on Earth, and it
appears Galvatron put in some extra effort to find him. Hopefully we can
get there before the Autobots and get him on our side, or else the Autobots
may just gain the upper hand." Thundercracker sighed. Looking at
Wheeljack, who was listening, Thundercracker frowned. "Hey! I never said
you could stop working."
"I'm not doing any work unless you help." Wheeljack scoffed, then cupped
his chin. "Interesting, interesting, how do you know so much about this
"I was the grunt in a stalemated war, had nothing better to do."
Thundercracker shrugged, getting to his feet. "Ok you know what, give
Zapmaster two cycles, if he ain't back with a good way in, we're blowing a
hole in this sucker. Screw Galvatron. I'm sick of this damn rain."
Wheeljack stifled a chuckle then went back to searching the ruins. Wind
Sheer swooped down into the canopy and transformed. "Autobots have warped
into the area Wheeljack, three strong."
"Shit!" Thundercracker cursed. "We gotta go, now! Zapmaster, where the
slot are you?"
"Right behind you?" The silver Mini-con chirped from behind.
"AH! You little piece of scrap, did you find a way in?" The blue seeker
"There isn't a single place I could find where you two would fit."
"Ah screw it!" Wheeljack spat, taking out one of his oblong yellow guns
and sending a bolt into the wall, causing the wall to collapse. "Let's
move!" The Ex-Autobot motioned the seeker and Mini-cons into the hole.
On the other side of the ruins, the blast gets the attention of the
"What was that?" Hot Shot asked.
"Sounded like an energy discharge." Sideways replied nonchalantly.
"Must have been the Decepticons, that means they got here first."
Sideswipe deduced. "We need to get inside, and fast."
"Well maybe we coul-" Nightbeat was cut off as he was flung back by chunks
of rock. Sitting up, he spotted Sideways, gauntlets smoking as he climbed
in the hole. "Or not."
Back with the Decepticons, Wheeljack took glances at the markings in the
structure. "This must have been some sort of temple."
"Brilliant deduction. The silly flesh sacks built a shrine to honor the
artifacts they found." Thundercracker smirked as he looked over the
"These look like they foretold destruction and death to whoever disturbed
these ruins." Wheeljack said, pointing to a few more inscriptions. "This
Overload must have been one major fighter."
"You have no idea, none at all." Thundercracker replied quietly. The two
stalked forward deeper into the ruins, passing multiple pictures of humans
worshipping a massive fiery entity, eyes ablaze with the same fires it
"This is creeping me out." Zapmaster muttered as he and Wind Sheer
followed the Decepticons. The halls lead to a massive altar room, and in
it, a large Mini-con panel was attached to the wall.
"This is it!" Wheeljack cried, right before the wall behind him crumbled.
"Stop!" Hot Shot cried. "We won't let you get this Mini-con!"
"Ha! If only it was just a Mini-con!" Thundercracker declared. "Either
way, you aren't touching it, Zapmaster, POWERLINK!" The silver Mini-con
transformed after leaping to Thundercracker's back, linking and activating
the seeker's electro-cannons. The cannons sparked as he let loose a
torrent of energy. All three Autobots dodged as Nightbeat transformed and
drove at Wind Sheer, snapping back to robot mode and tackling the Mini-con.
Wheeljack flipped forward both of his blasters, laser bolts flying from
them as he brought them to bear. Hot Shot took a shot to the chest before
growling and drawing his hand gun.
"You aren't getting the best of me this time Wheeljack, you should have
finished it!" The yellow Autobot snarled.
"Poor Hot Shot, I'm really trying to feel sorry for you." Wheeljack
retorted, snapping his arm to the right and shooting Sideswipe in the leg.
"Oh no you don't!" Sideswipe fell to the ground with a cry and brought his
handgun up, snapping off a few shots. Wheeljack took a shot to the chest
as he moved back. Sideways shot forward as he dodged the bolts of
electricity Thundercracker was sending his way.
"Stand still damnit!" Thundercracker cried, letting his cannons fold back
as Sideways closed the gap. Sideways threw a couple of high kicks at the
seeker, who dodged as his wing shone bright blue. The wing flipped ninety
degrees as a handle jutted from the bottom. Dodging another kick, he
grabbed the handle and swung the wing out in a smooth outward arc, causing
Sideways perform a back-flip, dodging the wing as it unfolded into a sword.
Thundercracker smirked as he grasped the hilt of his blade, feigning at
Sideways as the double-spy looked for an opening. Thundercracker lunged
forward, grazing Sideways' chest as he sidestepped and grabbed the seeker's
forearm. Kneeing it, Thundercracker yelled out and dropped the sword.
Sideways rolled on the ground and grabbed the sword, holding it in both
hands. The sword was quite large compared to the lithe purple motorcycle,
but he gracefully slashed and swiped at Thundercracker. Sideways swung the
sword over his head in a downward arc, but Thundercracker grasped the blade
with the palms of his hands, grabbing the sides of the sword. Smirking, he
shot a salvo of lasers from his chest at Sideways, who gasped and flew
back. Tossing the sword back into the air, the midnight blue seeker caught
the handle and assumed a battle stance.
"Impressive." Sideways chuckled as he rose from the small crater he
created. "But your friend looks to be having trouble." Thundercracker
looked to the side to see Wheeljack getting tackled by Hot Shot, as
Sideswipe was limping to the altar. Thundercracker turned back to see a
light gray fist barrel towards his face. He tumbled back as Sideways
chuckled and kneeled down. Crosswise appeared, darting out of the shadows.
"Well?" The silver Mini-con shook its head. "Damnit I was sure that
these ruins would have something on it, oh well, get out, we'll handle the
rest." Sideways sighed as Crosswise disappeared again.
Wheeljack had dropped his guns and was fending off punches from Hot Shot.
Suddenly, Wheeljack transformed, shifting into a black sports car and
tearing away from Hot Shot, throwing the yellow Autobot off. "Hah! Wind
Sheer, Powerlink!" Wheeljack declared as Wind Sheer delivered a straight
uppercut to Nightbeat and transformed, quickly swooping over to the
Decepticon and linking to his roof. Wheeljack's doors swung up and the
cannons inside fired, hitting Hot Shot dead on. Hot Shot cursed and tried
to rise to his feet.
"I'll never surrender, so do your worst...Decepticon." Hot Shot spat,
forcing the last word out as he glared at Wheeljack.
"So you finally accept it then, good!" Wheeljack said, switching back to
robot mode and grabbing his guns. "Say goodbye Hot Shot."
"Forget about me!" Sideswipe cried as he squeezed off one shot, hitting
Wheeljack in the leg. The ebony colored robot groaned and dropped to his
knee as Sideswipe reached the panel.
"No!" Thundercracker cried as he stumbled to his feet, flipping his
cannons forward again and firing at Sideswipe. The massive electric bolt
shattered the altar, sending Sideswipe flying back. Everyone cried out as
the whole structure began shaking. A blinding light shorted out all
optical sensors temporarily, leaving Autobot, Decepticon, and Mini-con
"What's happening!" Wheeljack shouted as he limped forward, squinting his
optics. As the light dissipated, a very large red and white Mini-con stood
in the ruins of the altar. It smirked as the rumbling happened again, to a
larger degree. The wall behind the Mini-con suddenly shattered, stone
flying everywhere as a massive red weapon battery rolled from the rubble.
"Shit!" Thundercracker said as he fired at the Mini-con. It merely jumped
aside and transformed into a transport vehicle.
"Overload! Transform!" The Mini-con shouted as the weapon battery shifted
and twisted until it resembled a headless robot. The massive hands picked
up the Mini-con and thrust it into the opening in its chest, a blue head
flipping up once the connections completed.
"What in the world!" Hot Shot cried as Wheeljack shot furiously at
Overload, combining fire with Thundercracker. The optics of the large
crimson transformer shone bright green as it punched the oncoming blasts,
dissipating them with the power of his punch. Thundercracker and Wheeljack
stared slack-jawed as Autobot symbols blazed onto its shoulders.
"Pathetic." Overload snorted as the symbols on his shoulders snapped open,
revealing dual missile batteries. Holding out his arms, missiles swarmed
out at the Decepticons. Wheeljack took one to the chest as Thundercracker
swung at one with his blade, causing it to detonate before him and send him
"Let's bail! He's tearing us apart!" Thundercracker screamed before
warping away. Wheeljack cursed loudly and followed suit. Hot Shot gaped
as Sideswipe pulled himself from the rubble. Sideways merely chuckled as
Sideswipe said one thing.
Cybertron, Fortress Darkmount
The lights flickered in the dark hallway of the Decepticon's main fortress
on Cybertron. Footsteps pierced the silence as an angular copper, black,
and blue winged Decepticon made his way down the hall. His face was as
white as snow, framed by a twilight black helmet. Yellow optics scanned
the hall as he looked for a certain room. This Decepticon was known as
Dirge, second in command of the Decepticon forces left on Cybertron.
Striding down the hall, he came to two Decepticons standing before a door.
The two were slumped over lazily, until one caught sight of Dirge. The two
scrambled to attention as Dirge stood before them, optics flickering from
one to the other.
"Hailstorm, Cinder, slacking off as usual." Dirge said, full of contempt
as he crossed his arms.
"Umm.No, we're just guarding the lab per orders, sir." Cinder, a stout
Decepticon who had a color scheme that made him look he was jumped by a few
pranksters with buckets of different hues of red paint.
"Right, what he said." The lithe light blue Decepticon with angled wings,
otherwise known as Hailstorm, nodded.
"Aside, I must speak to Reptillion." Dirge growled, causing the two
Decepticons to edge away as Dirge gave them a final sneer and stepped into
the lab. A short green and brown Decepticon was working as a console,
growling and banging coming from a large containment field on the other
side of the room. Dirge stood and watched as the Decepticon turned a dial,
causing the banging and growling to increase. "Reptillion!"
"AHH!" Reptillion spun around, then sneered. "Dirge! What do you want?"
Reptillion was very, very ugly. A result from his early organic
experiments, he now adorned the features of an Earthen Iguana, pieces mixed
and matched with Cybertronian components. His one optic flickered as he
glared at Dirge.
"Lord Scorpinok requires an update on the project." The copper Decepticon
"Hehehe, why don't you ssssssee for yoursssssself?" Reptillion smiled, a
large set of silver teeth showing on his green face. He hit a panel on the
wall, causing the containment field to illuminate. Dirge took a step back
as the figure inside roared and lunged. The field crackled and sparked as
silver fists beat on it relentlessly. The creature in the field was very
imposing, colored dark bronze and silver, with dark green littering his
body. Hover fans rested on his back, and large armored shoulder pads sat
besides his face, which was riddled with a cruel grin.
"It...goes well then, I assume." Dirge said nervously.
"Yessss, the merging of Cybertronian and organic alloys issss working
better than we could have ever imagined. Predacon livesssss to kill."
Reptillion declared, steeping his fingers as Predacon performed a lunging
kick to the field, clawed foot causing the field to bend slightly as
electricity whipped and danced up the technorganic leg.
"How are we to be sure we can control it though?" Dirge asked Reptillion,
his smirk fading a bit as he looked to his console.
"Thatsss what I am working on at thissss time, and if you want resssults, I
mussst work!" Reptillion stated, turning back to his controls.
"Very well, I shall inform Scorpinok of your developments." Dirge said,
giving Predacon one more glance as the large transformer gave him a wicked
smile, suddenly calmed from his rage. Dirge quickly left the room, shoving
Hailstorm and Cinder out of the way as he made his way back down the hall.
Passing the odd Decepticon or two, Dirge finally came to a very large
audience room. In the middle of the room was a large throne, the
Decepticon sigil prominently displayed above it. The form seated in the
throne never failed to impress Dirge however. Large, shovel like hands
gripped the armrests of the throne, leading up massive arms attached to the
powerful chest of this Decepticon. Massive smoke stacks jutted upwards
from his chest, emitting steam every time the he activated his air-intakes.
Claws and treads made up his legs, and a massive tail like protrusion rose
from his back, the end of the tail containing large lasers. A Decepticon
symbol sat dead center on his chest. His face was contorted into a fear
inducing scowl, sea green face contained in a gunmetal helmet. He was
Scorpinok, leader of Cybertron in Megatron's absence.
"Your report?" Scorpinok said, steam furling from his chest as even his
normal voice seemed to make the room vibrate.
"Reptillion says all proceeds accordingly, he should be done on schedule."
Dirge replied, kneeling before the massive orange, green, and gunmetal
"Excellent. Megatron will be sorry if he does not return triumphant over
the Autobots. My Decepticons grow weary of empty promises, we expect
victory, we deserve the universe!" Scorpinok declared, crushing one of the
armrests with relative ease. Dirge winced as Scorpinok smiled. "If I must
crush Megatron myself, I shall, because I am the only one fitting to lead
the Decepticons to victory. Don't you agreed Dirge?"
"Yes my liege, Megatron and his foolish followers will get a surprise upon
returning." The copper Decepticon chuckled. Scorpinok chuckled as well
and settled back into the throne.
"Things are proceeding as I have foreseen, it is only a matter of time."
Jetfire knelt in the containment field. Everything, even things he didn't
know he had, hurt. He looked himself over. Large amount of blue had made
its way onto his superstructure, including two blue pinstripes going down
his chest. He was still mainly white, but blue replaced any red he had,
and then some. Unicron's forces were assembled in front of him, Cyclonus,
Crumplezone, Drill-bit, and Commettor were all held in containment fields
to his side. A viewscreen displaying Unicron's horned visage appeared in
front of his forces.
"My minions, the time draws near, we shall soon conquer our enemies, and
bring the universe to a new order." Unicron's omnipresent voice
reverberated throughout the area. "Scrapper, you and your team have done
well, behold, as this technology springs to its peak."
A hatch in the ceiling opened, and light poured down, striking the
Neoconstructicons, the Air Assault Team, Dreadwind, and Smokejumper. As
the light fizzled into a haze, the stricken bots rose.
"I..I have never felt such power." Scrapper said, looking at his hands.
"Remarkable, there is no change in my appearance, yet, I can feel it."
"A reward for a job well done my minions. Now, my minions, you need a
leader, to crush all opposition. Step forward, Scourge!" Unicron
"Yes sire." The locust stepped forward, kneeling.
"Your reward awaits." Unicron said as a beam of light struck Scourge, but
unlike the rest, his body started to change shape. "With the visage of our
enemy, you shall strike fear into the hearts of all." Scourge gasped and
sputtered as all of his features became more smooth and mechanical. Wheels
adorned his legs and shoulders, a grill forming his chest. His back looked
like the top of a truck, and his arms had gauntlets that ended in laser
cannons. His colors settled on jet black, teal, and smoke gray. As he
rose to his feet, Unicron spoke. "Arise, my Nemesis Prime, arise to strike
down your foes."
"I live to only serve you, master Unicron." Scourge, a dark version of
Optimus Prime, pledged, kneeling again.
"Despair, you shall be his instrument of destruction." Unicron stated as
the black Mini-con floated forward. The light struck him, and he contorted
into a dull silver, angular Mini-con. He quickly shifted into a jet that
had purple trim on the wings before changing again into a rifle that fell
into Scourge's hand. "Despair shall run over any opponents before you
"Finally, I come to you Prowl." The owl shifted as Unicron's horned visage
pierced to his spark. "I grow tired of your passiveness, and your games.
Using your shell, I shall mold a lieutenant for my champion."
"But master Unicron, I have never done anything but served you loyally, and
ARGGH!" The light consumed Prowl, his body contorting, wings disappearing
and his body becoming sharp in general. He collapsed, the light fading as
a light green and orange figure rose, sharp wings jutting from the
forearms, and a sharp scowl on his face.
"Arise Terrorsaur, and fill the skies with fear once more." Unicron
"My existence is only to destroy your enemies, master Unicron." The newly
christened Terrorsaur knelt, pledging his loyalty.
"Now, the universe shall truly know chaos." Unicron chuckled. Suddenly,
Smokejumper's prone body flew to the front of the crowd. "WHAT!"
"FREE! HAHAHAHAH! EAT LASER!" Cyclonus shouted, his bonds suddenly
disappearing. The bright green Decepticon showered the crowd with lasers
as Crumplezone and Drill-bit joined him, linking to his legs to bring his
knee cannons into the fray. Jetfire burst from where he was once held,
screaming as he fired madly at Scrapper in particular, Commettor linked to
his plasma cannon.
"How did they escape!" Hook cried as he shot at the would-be prisoners.
It didn't last long however, as Long Haul and Dreadwind were rendered
unconscious. A single blast from the front of the room caused Cyclonus to
howl in pain and favor his leg.
"Prepare to die, insolent ones." Scourge said, Despair's cannon smoking.
"Bring it on." Jetfire said menacingly, bludgeoning Hook with his shield,
causing the Neoconstructicon to slump to the ground. Cyclonus on the other
hand, had enough.
"I think this party is getting a little too hot for us!" The Decepticon
called out, firing at Scourge as he kicked down a door.
"You got a point." Jetfire said, laying down a wide spread plasma bolt as
he flew to the door. Cyclonus flew ahead, blowing open anything that lies
in his way between him and freedom. Jetfire followed a little ways behind.
Terrorsaur, who until now had done nothing but watched, rocketed forward,
shifting to pterodactyl mode as he pursued the Autobot. Cyclonus made it
to the outer walkway, and moved aside as Jetfire burst through backwards,
Terrorsaur latched onto his shield. Cyclonus kicked Terrorsaur off and
Jetfire shifted into shuttle mode.
"Get in!" Jetfire told Cyclonus.
"What?" The Decepticon responded, Mini-cons unhooking and running inside.
"You heard me, get your sorry arse in before I change my mind."
"Alright, alright, sheesh!" Cyclonus complied, barely fitting into the
already cramped cargo hold. Jetfire blasted off of the walkway and towards
the moon as Scourge burst onto the scene, Despair in hand.
"I have failed you, my liege." Scourge said, bowing his head.
"You have done nothing of the sort, I had foreseen this. If they were to
not escape they would have been terminated long ago, now collect
Terrorsaur, we begin our ascension to the heavens soon! Unicron declared,
his voice ringing outwards.
To Be Continued..
Author's Notes: I've done it! So many ideas, so hard to fit into one
chapter. To all my loyal readers, I thank you for putting up with my long
absence to this fic, and hope you enjoyed this. Yes, Scorpinok is my first
tie in with Energon, and Dirge is the copper Powerlinx Thrust, Hailstorm
and Cinder are my own personal Decepticon Redshirts, and Scourge is the
Nemesis Prime redeco of Supercon Prime, Despair being Run-over, the repaint
of Over-run. The beginning of the end begins, and it'll all start to fall
together. Look for it all next chapter, to hopefully be out sooner than
this one was!!!