Huzza! I live! As usual, I don't own the Transformers.
If anyone is wondering, the next chapter of Desperate Situation is in the
works, but I haven't had the feel to write it all yet, it'll be here
eventually, don't worry =) Anywho, there is a toy out or pending to come
out for every character in this fic, shouldn't be hard to figure out who is
**Darkness, Water is Dripping slowly*
Silverbolt's optics snapped on as he groaned loudly. He could hear other
groans throughout the area. He slowly stumbled up as he looked to his
surroundings. It appeared to be a dank cell, very unfurnished, and dark.
He could make out a few different forms around him, either unconscious or
"Where am I?" Silverbolt said aloud.
"You're in my master's company." Silverbolt spun around and peered outside
the cell, seeing a pair of soft red optics.
"You may call me Snarl, and all shall be revealed in time." The voice
responded, the optics blinking as light filled the room. Before Silverbolt
stood a Cybertronian of average height, mostly black with splashes of
yellow, purple, and red. His copper mane was also splashed with red and
yellow, looking almost aflame. "Your comrades are awakening, I will return
later to speak with you all."
"Wait!" Silverbolt yelled, but Snarl already had left. "What the.."
Silverbolt looked at his hand, then the rest of his form. He had somehow
reverted to his older Fuzor form, but still had the fuchsia and yellow
color scheme of his technorganic condor form. "By Primus.."
"Ah so he finally noticed, yessss."
Silverbolt tensed at the voice behind him, narrowing his optics as he said
only one name. "Megatron."
"Ah my dear Silverbolt, what a surprise to see you in this prison." The
tyrant chuckled as Silverbolt turned. He was in his Transmetal form, but
his color scheme consisted of coppers, silvers, and greens.
"Alas, I am aware of this fact, and there are a few more deceased you
should make yourself aware of." Megatron said as he waved his hand
nonchalantly across the prison room. In separate cells sat oddly colored
versions of Waspinator in normal form, Blackarachnia in her technoranic
form, Rhinox in his normal form, Terrorsaur in what appeared to be a
Transmetal form, Depth Charge in his normal form, Obsidian in a slightly
modified form, and Optimus Primal in his oldest form.
"This..is not possible!" Silverbolt stammered as Megatron smirked.
"It seems, my dear maximal, that we are pawns in someone's game, but the
question is, who's?" The tyrant mused as Silverbolt looked to his comrades
"What happened to my gorgeous frame!!!!!"
Sideswipe winced internally as he heard Sunstreaker bellow at the top of
his vocal synthesizer. He activated his optics to see a yellow Autobot, as
far as he could tell from the symbol on it's chest, with a double barreled
cannon on one hand, and a shield on the other, the bot looked very samurai-
like, with car doors forming shin guards. Sideswipe about jumped out of
his own shell when Sunstreaker's voice came from it.
"By the PIT! Not only do they change my gorgeous body, but they make it
look just like yours!!" Sunstreaker pointed accusingly at Sideswipe.
"What in the name of.AHH!" Sideswipe yelled as he suddenly looked himself
over. Indeed, he was a red version of the bot that had his brother's
voice. "What's going on here!?"
"Twin-bots giving Swoop headache, can you keep voice down for Swoop?" A
voice said in an adjacent cell, making Sunstreaker and Sideswipe turn their
heads. In the cell sat a lithe metallic blue pterodactyl-detail adorned
robot rubbing his head. Another Cybertronian that appeared to have a
raptor alternate mode, was still unconscious.
"Swoop? And don't tell me that's Grimlock." Sideswipe said, still
groggily gripping the bars of his prison cell.
"That be Grimlock." Swoop said, still rubbing his head.
"Can anyone tell me why I'm an SUV that wants to be some sort of rescue
"Oh Primus..that you Ratchet?" Sunstreaker groaned as he looked across the
room. In a different cell we can see Ratchet, in traditional rescue
vehicle colors, prodding at all the equipment hanging off of his form.
"Yeah, and I think this is Inferno, according to my internals. But why the
pit he looks like some supped-up fire Lamborghini I'll never know."
Ratchet said, propping up another bot. Sunstreaker gazed over and then hit
the bars in a rage.
"HE LOOKS LIKE ME AND SIDESWIPE!" The yellow Lamborghini frothed. Indeed,
the last bot in the room had fire chief's vehicle coloring, and sirens on
the top, but looked exactly like Sideswipe and Sunstreaker otherwise.
Sideswipe sighed audibly and sat down. "What in the world is going on?"
**Another cell room, virtually the same as the last ones, pitch black**
"My aching servos, servos."
"Cowards! Who dares take us prisoner!"
"Death to those who oppose us!"
"Would you two shadup!"
"Where are we, we must find a light or something."
"Ha, they are afraid to see us,"
"But, we cannot fight what we cannot see, they wish to breed our fear."
"We will give them no such pleasure!"
"Can it already!"
"Why are they so loud, loud?"
"You're all pathetic."
Suddenly the lights in the room spring on. In different cells we see
multiple Cybertronians. In one a massive black and purple winged bot, with
a red visor. Next to him is a small insectoid, colored green and midnight
blue. In one cell both a small blue and silver winged bot and a yellow and
black winged bot both reside. A yellow and green robot with tank parts and
a massive cannon inhabits another. Last, a sleek black and purple robot
leans against the wall, arms crossed. The winged bot was the first to
"Are you all through?"
"Is that you Razorclaw?" The tank asked incredulously.
"Yes Bludgeon, it is, we all seem to have new forms." The Predacon leader
"The short stop has to be Shrapnel, no one else talks like that!" The
black one chuckled.
"Go stuff it in your intake, intake. I don't have to take slag from you,
Skywarp, Skywarp." The small blue bot spat.
"And the loudmouths are Thrust and Dirge!" Skywarp continued to laugh.
"I'd like to see you come over here and say that!" Thrust cried, the blue
arms of Dirge holding him back.
"Does your teleport work Skywarp?" Bludgeon asked.
"Nah, they fiddled with my Power Rectifier chip, I can still use it, but
it's been deactivated." Skywarp explained.
"What we need to do is find out who 'they' are." Razorclaw said.
"I think I can be of assssistance."
"Who are you?" Dirge asked, looking around panicked, trying to locate the
"They call me Reptillion, and you, ssssimple Decepticons, are my
massssstersssss guest." A Cybertronian colored brown and green, with a
sadistic silver grin, and of all things, an eyepatch, walked into view.
"What is with these forms, forms? They're more organic than I remember,
remember." Shrapnel asked.
"You and the Autobotssss we brought here had, outdated formsss. Very
inefficient. We provided you with new formssss, assss closssse to your old
formssss assss we could. We had very limited sssssselection." Reptillion
explained. "You are all now up to par with your competition."
"Competition?" Razorclaw asked, regarding the reptile warily.
"All will be revealed." Reptillion grinned. "Trussssssst me."
**Yet another cell room**
"Can anyone tell me what just happened?"
"Well, we were fighting Ruination, and then...I have no clue."
"We were whippin your cans but good Autoboobs!"
"Yeah! What kinda dirty Autobot trick is this?!"
"Everyone calm down!"
"Is that Prime!? Let me at him, I'll tear his optics out!"
"Alright men! Stand down, we can't even see the Autobots!"
"Hah, they're afraid of us guys!"
"Five o'clock news flash Autocreeps, you couldn't scare a bunny!"
"You heard him!"
The lights flashed on violently as we see the members of each cell. In one
cell, a large robot with a bright yellow and black color scheme and what
seems to be a fire ladder hanging off his back. The next cell has two
yellow and black bots. The first is small and has bulldozer shovels on
each arm, and the second has a dump truck bed on his back. The next cell,
another two yellow and black bots reside. One has a stern look
accompanying his visor face, and the other, tall and lithe, also sporting a
visor, has a backhoe on his shoulder. Across the room three more cells are
set up. Each bot in the cell is colored with uniform white, gray, and
black camouflage markings. The first cell held a tall, regal, and
intelligent looking robot with twin cannons on his back. The second
contained a surly looking bot with a cannon on his back, and a smug robot
who looked like he could con anyone he saw. The last cell had a robot with
a sophisticated air around him and the hull of a space shuttle making his
arms. The final bot was a sadistic looking robot with helicopter blades on
"Optimus Prime, what is the meaning of this." The dual cannoned bot asked.
"I don't know what you mean, Mega-Octane, we're as clueless as you are."
Prime stated back.
"I bet he's lying! Ro-Tor, you should make him squeal!" The smug looking
"I really can't do that in this cell Rollbar, you idiot!" Ro-Tor
"Hah, look at them fight amongst themselves!" The robot with the dump
truck bed laughed.
"It's pretty funny if I do say so myself, Heavy Load. This is why we beat
them all the time." The bulldozer one chuckled back.
"You're all idiots! Can't you break these bars Armorhide?" The space
"He couldn't fight his way out of a tin can, Movar!" The bulldozer cried
"Wedge, that's enough, Grimlock, Hightower, any way out of here?" Optimus
Prime asked as Wedge grunted.
"Not that I can see Prime." Grimlock responded. The Decepticons kept
trading insults with the Build Team and each other as a figure appeared on
"SILENCE!" The figure said, making the very walls shake. He was very
tribal in appearance, having a headdress of Stegosaurus spikes, and a
skull adoring his chest. He was varying shades of green and black, and had
a rather large multicolored photon cannon is his hand.
"Who in the pit are you?" Mega-Octane asked.
"I AM STRIKER, AND YOU ARE TO REMAIN SILENT UNLESS SPOKEN TO!" To emphasize
this, he flicked a switch, which caused Mega-Octane to fall over in pain.
"Bos-ARRGGHH!" Armorhide cried out, the same fate befalling him.
"THAT'S BETTER, YOU SHALL ALL CEASE SPEAKING UNTIL SUMMONED BY MASTER!"
"Who is this mas-AAHHH!" Wedge cried, making the mistake of activating his
vocalizer. Optimus and the rest of the Build Team flinched, but thought
better of speaking. Striker simply smiled.
**An Unusually Large Cell Room**
"What is the meaning of this you treacherous piece of trash!" Sparks
flared violently as a large robot with mostly pastel whites, purples, and
maroons lunged forward. Despite the non-threatening color scheme, the
Decepticon, as his shoulders clearly stated, was armed to the teeth, all
the way to his horned visage. The target of his rage sat outside the cell.
"Galvatron, you need to calm yourself, you might break something." The
lithe purple and yellow robot chided.
"Sideways, I am going to tear you apart piece by piece, then keep tearing
apart you pieces as you put your damned self back together again for all
eternity!" Galvatron howled, the energy bars just barely keeping him at
Sideways let out a chuckle as he viewed the rest of the room. The
Decepticons known as Cyclonus, Demolisher, and Tidal Wave sat in separate
cells, Tidal Wave requiring a fairly massive cell. The warship was now
adorned with grays and greens, missing much of his purple. Cyclonus also
had a large amount of bright greens adorning his figure, while Demolisher
had browns and yellows.
"Where the heck are we anyway?" Cyclonus asked no one in particular.
"You'll see, all in due time." Sideways said blandly. Suddenly, more
shouts were heard as Sideways realized the Autobots he brought must have
come back to as well. He turned to see the red and yellow form of Hot Shot
fling himself at the bars, shocking himself in the process. He was deftly
caught by another large Autobot, predominately blue and while detailing.
"That was stupid." The Autobot said dryly.
"Like you had any better ideas, Overload." Hot Shot spat.
"Hey, shut up both of you, we have to figure out what's going on." The
shortest Autobot ordered.
"Funny, I don't remember you outranking me Blurr." Hot Shot snapped.
"I'm the ranking officer here, and you'll all shut your pie holes!" The
largest Autobot, adorned in white and blue, ordered.
"Jetfire is correct." Overload quipped.
"Hey Autoboobs! Forget about us?" Cyclonus cried over to the Autobot's
side of the room.
"Oh great, they're here too." Hot Shot groaned.
"Alright, silence all of you!" Sideways commanded.
"I'LL KILL YOU!" Galvatron seethed. Sideways's optics rolled, more of a
"Just shut up until master summons us." The motorcycle groaned.
**Maximal and Predacon's Cell Room**
"Primal! What the slag is going on!"
"I have no clue Depthcharge, for all I know we should all be dead."
"This is indeed interesting."
"Who asked for your opinion propeller face, shouldn't you be littering
"Ah such venom from you, Ms. Arachnia."
"Who the slag are half of you people anyway! Waspinator! What's going
"Terrorsaur out of loop for long time, Wazzzpinator doezzzzn't want to be
"Primal get us out of here right now or I'm gonna tear you apart."
"Shut up Depthcharge!" Primal snapped at the multi-color manta ray. "I
don't know why any of us are here, why do you assume I have the answers!"
"Ah the mighty Optimus doesn't even know what's going on, I'm in heaven."
"You shut up too Megatron." The lights grew brighter as Snarl reentered
the room. The lion took center stage and stared at the contingent.
Megatron was the first to speak.
"Snarl, I presume." The tyrant gestured with his tail weapon to him before
continuing. "What is this place, if I may be curious to ask."
"This is your temporary home." Snarl explained. "Your permanent quarters
will be much better furnished, believe me."
"Wait a sec..hold on.why are we here?" Terrorsaur asked , cocking his
"Master will be holding an audience soon, please wait." Snarl said,
Sideswipe had given up counting the number of times water dripped about two
cycles ago when footsteps perked his head up. The one approaching the room
appeared to have some sort of organic mode. It looked almost like a
skeleton. Sideswipe scoffed. The thought of an organic alternate mode
disgusted him. The robot faced the cells as other Autobots perked up, and
sent him a barrage of questions.
"What's going on?"
"Who are you!?"
"What have you done to my frame!?"
"Let us out!"
"Me gonna kick your butt!"
"Alright, lets just cut to the chase." The angular bot said in a tired
voice. "You're here, theres nothing you or I can do about it, deal with
it, you'll be let out in a few cycles."
Sideswipe flickered his optics. "That's it?"
"What's your name?"
"My name? Oh..wow never had that asked." The bot smiled. "I am Skydive."
"Sideswipe here, nice to meet you." The red Lamborghini responded.
"Ni-Nice to meet you too." Skydive said, sounding hesitant and puzzled.
"Now if you all can just hold still for a nanoclick."
The room and everything around it became enveloped with a blue-purple haze,
making it look like another dimension. Sideswipe only heard a few
"oohhhsss" and "aahhhsss" before everything turned purplish-blue.
**A Large, Golden Room, Overlooking An Arena."
Rook rubbed his head as his optics activated. The room was a painstakingly
bright shade of gold. He got up as he saw a Cybertronian about twice his
size approach. He had multiple leg attachments hanging from his back, and
his mouth had multiple mandibles in it. A gold optic band crossed his face
as he somehow managed a smirk with the mandibles. The orbs adorning his
chest flicked as he regarded the reporter.
"You are Rook I assume." The robot queried.
"Uh, yeah that's me." The silver and blue minibot replied. "What is this
place? Why am I here?"
"Ehehehehe, I knew you would asked that." The Cybertronian's back legs
twitched as he laughed. "Master Unicron would like a, how do you say,
formal announcer for the festivities."
"Announcer? Festivities? UNICRON?" Rook cried, the word Unicron finally
"Yes, you will not need to participate, only announce the stipulations and
"What..exactly is going on, and what does it have to do with Unicron?"
"Why, you're his guest right now, inside his humble body."
"I'M INSIDE OF UNICRON!"
"Well, yes, anyway, perform your function and all will be well."
"Ok..ok...OK! What do I need to do?"
"Download the info from this data pad, and then step outside please,
Rook plugged the data pad into his head after some hesitation, and fell
over from the landslide of information that streamed into him. His optics
widened in response.
"You...can't be serious."
"Outside. Now." The robot pointed with one three clawed hand, as a haze
formed on the podium outside, and five forms appeared there. Striker,
Reptilion, Snarl, Skydive, and Sideways all stood there, arms crossed as
Rook stumbled outside.
"AH OUR LITTLE ANNOUNCER IS HERE." Striker, the large green and black one
said in a booming voice. Rook backed off as Reptilion knelt besides him.
"All isssss well little one, jussssst do your job when it issssss asssked
of." The iguana flashed him a sinister silver smile as Snarl pulled Rook
to the side.
"Just stand and wait, we will give you the signal." The black lion said
warmly as the purple haze covered the arena floor. Multiple Transformers
appeared out of the haze, all looking confused. Some attempted to pull
weapons on robots with different faction symbols, but most looked to the
podium. Sideways stepped forward and held his arms out, gathering as much
attention as he could.
"Weapons are useless unless here fools. Now listen to master Unicron!"
The yellow and purple bike cried out as most robots looked around in shock.
"Unicron." Razorclaw growled, Shrapnel hissing at the mention of the dark
"Ahhh, Unicron himself has summoned us, that explains much." Megatron said
as a black and purple jet form besides him scoffed. Megatron turned his
head and almost gasped. "Jetstorm?"
"Jet-who? Nah buddy, I think you got me mistaken for someone else, name's
Skywarp." The Jetstorm doppelganger chuckled. All idle chat between
Cybertronians was cut short by a booming, bass filled voice.
"WELCOME, MY GUESTS. YOU ARE ALL TO COMPETE IN A GAME. I HAVE BROUGHT
TOGETHER TRANSFORMERS FROM DIFFERENT REALITIES AND TIMELINES TO SEE, WHO IS
THE BEST OF ALL TIME." Unicron boasted. Unfortunately, most did not take
his proclamation as it was.
"Something tells me this isn't some big game to see whose top dog." Jetfire
commented to Hot Shot, who nodded in agreement.
"TO MAKE SURE EVERYONE PARTICIPATES, THE WINNERS SHALL RECEIVE THIS."
Unicron boomed as the whole crowd was washed over by a feeling of immense
pleasure. "THE LOSERS SHALL BE LESS FORTUNATE." Cries of joy were
immediately replaced by cries of anguish and misery. The pain subsided
quickly as everyone rose quickly.
"THE GAMES WILL BEGIN IMMEDIATELY." Unicron exclaimed as purple haze
enveloped the crowd once again. All were moved to a sort of stands as four
confused robots stood in the arena.
"The hell?" Sunstreaker commented, looking to Sideswipe, then to the
bright green and the brown and gold Decepticons across the arena from him.
Sideswipe simply shrugged.
"Uhhhh Cyclonus?" Demolisher asked the helicopter.
"Don't look at me, I don't know what's going on." Cyclonus replied.
Suddenly a voice rang out from the podium. Rook help out his hand as he
began to do what he was brought here for.
"The following contest, scheduled for one fall, is a tag team match!"
Sideswipe and Cyclonus assumed a battle stance as a blue aura sprang up
around them. They were suddenly standing on red panels, identical panels
only a few feet from them.
"To win this match, One Cybertronian from either team must be put into
stasis lock. Tagging is initiated by stepping onto the red actuators."
"That must mean we're up first." Sunstreaker said, regarding Demolisher.
The tank looked at him grimly.
"Introducing first, from the Generation One timeline, the Autobot twins,
Sideswipe and Sunstreaker!"
In the stands, Ratchet looked at Inferno. "Generation One?"
"Don't look at me, I didn't come up with it." Inferno replied, holding out
his hands defensively.
"And their opponents, hailing from the Armada Universe, Decepticons
Demolisher and Cyclonus!"
"Armada? What kind of stupid name is that! Hah!" Cyclonus chuckled from
behind the blue field.
"I'm glad you think this is funny!" Demolisher cried out. The voice of
Unicron rang out one last time.
Sunstreaker didn't waste any time sprinting across the field, his dual-
barrel blaster on his right arm flaring to life as he did a swiping dive at
Demolisher. Demolisher cried out and leapt back, landing on his posterior.
"Time to see what this second rate frame can do." Sunstreaker snorted,
firing the cannons at Demolisher. The blast knocked him back as he
scrambled back to his feet.
"I wasn't ready! No fair!" Demolisher cried as his arms flipped around so
the cannons on his shoulders were facing Sunstreaker. Purple energy lanced
from Demolisher's main battery as small purple lasers spewed from what were
a second ago his fingers. Sunstreaker brought up his shielded arm to
deflect the shots, but was still thrown back violently. Sunstreaker pulled
himself back up and switched to vehicle mode, the bright yellow Lamborghini
shooting around the Decepticon.
"He's gonna hit you from behind!" Cyclonus yelled to Demolisher as the
tank spun around to only get tackled as Sunstreaker transformed the second
before impact. Demolisher hit the ground with a crunching thud.
Sunstreaker was about to pummel his opponent when a well placed knee
followed by a straight kick from the grounded Decepticon sent him flying
"Like I needed him to tell me that." Demolisher muttered as he reverted to
tank mode. His treads tore up the bland dirt that made up the arena as he
charged towards Sunstreaker, energy pouring from his cannons. Sunstreaker
took a few potshots as he switched to vehicle mode as well, but instead of
fighting back, he had a different idea. The yellow Autobot shot right past
Demolisher and transformed, landing deftly on the actuator besides the
imprisoned Sideswipe. The aura flicked from around Sideswipe and suddenly
surrounded Sunstreaker. Demolisher gasped as Sideswipe ran straight
between his cannons and picked him up. Straining, Sideswipe chucked the
tank onto it's top before Demolisher transformed, dazed.
"Now this is more like it." Sideswipe chuckled as he let his own dual-
barrel cannon emit a powerful plasma blast. Demolisher cried out and
limped towards his own actuator. Sideswipe ran after him, attempting to
"AHAHAHA Finally, some action!" Cyclonus cackled with glee as Demolisher
threw himself onto the panel. Sideswipe squeezed off a few shots at
Cyclonus, who dodged and switched to helicopter mode. The flight bound
Decepticon ran a few strafing runs over Sideswipe, who transformed and made
some distance between him and Cyclonus. Back to robot mode, Sideswipe
fired his cannons from his arms. Cyclonus yelled something unintelligible
and banked hard right. The first missed entirely, but the second
connected, knocking the demented helicopter from the sky. Landing on his
feet in robot mode, Cyclonus started pelting at Sideswipe with his wrist
blasters. The lithe red Autobot dashed across the landscape again. Taking
a few glancing blows, he switched to vehicle mode.
"Hey Sunny! Get ready!" Sideswipe yelled as he barreled towards the
"Oh no you don't Autobot!" Cyclonus cried, firing his wrist missiles.
"Sideswipe!" Sunstreaker cried as his brother transformed and flung
himself onto the panel. In the process, one of his arms flew off as
Cyclonus's missiles connected. The aura switched again as Sunstreaker
fired his cannons, striking Cyclonus in the chest. The Decepticon fell
down as Sunstreaker pounced on him and began to bludgeon him with his
"Oh that must hurt." Galvatron winced from the stands, Tidal Wave standing
over him with his arms crossed.
"Get up Cyclonus!" Demolisher cried to his partner. Cyclonus groped at
Sunstreaker with increasing lethargy, his optics flickering and head
sparking from the beating Sunstreaker was giving him with the shield. The
Decepticon garbled off half curses as his optics fell black and his arms
went limp. Sunstreaker got up and backed away.
"Here are your winners, Sunstreaker and Sideswipe!" Rook's voice
reverberated in the arena as some cheers sounded and a couple of boos, but
not a whole lot of crowd reaction.
Sunstreaker gasped and fell to his knees as the pleasurable sensation
washed over him. Sideswipe did the same, and both stayed like that for a
few cycles. Demolisher, who had run over to his comrades side, started
thrashing and shrieking, his body racked with pain. Cyclonus came out of
stasis lock from the immense pain, his body shaking involuntarily as he
screamed once and then fell silent. From the podium, the five judges of
Unicron all smiled and clapped. In the audience, a mixed reaction was
"This is sick, not even Decepticons deserve this." Optimus Prime said,
folding his arms.
"Doesn't look like the end is going to be in sight either Prime. This is
probably only a taste." Hightower responded to his taller leader.
"Indeed." Prime said, optics narrowing. Snarl rose from his seat as he
addressed the crowd.
"Today's games are done, you shall be informed of the next game, until
then, you are free to roam the living quarters we have provided you. But
fighting shall not be tolerated!" The lion's main rustled as he spoke, and
then the purple haze lowered onto the crowd, and all faded from view.
"So, what did we gain from this?" Sideways asked, leaning against the
wall. The other five were seated, and regarded Sideways quickly.
"The meter's were off the scale!" Skydive exclaimed.
"Yesssss, the amount of energon collected easssssily triplesss any amount
ever gained from mining or whole planet conssssumption." Reptillion
hissed, steepling his hands.
"Oh gentlemen, the best is yet to come, that match only lasted a few
cycles, there are endless possibilities that await us, hehehehehehe!"
"You believe this to be so, Tarantulas?" Snarl regarded the last
Unicronian in the room.
"Oh I do Snarl, I do" Tarantulas cackled.
**To be Continued**