A whole entire dimension issue.

by Averycrazywolf

Summary:

A dimensional issue causes all the Transformers worlds to come crashing down into TFP. Bots and humans are both confused about where they are, and the TFP confused on what’s going on. Both sides are more lost on what’s going on. Will they be able to figure out the issue and be able to return home or will they be stuck here for the rest of their lives?

Megatron stares at the bot who is shaped like a Dorito.

 

Summary might change.

Chapter 1

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PRIME

Ratchet is engrossed in his usual tasks, staring at a screen for most of the day or sending a ground bridge to one of the team members. Being a normal day until everything goes wrong. The ground bridge starts to malfunction, Ratchet curses. Trying to figure out the issue, Ratchet sends a message to Optimus about the ground bridge’s failure. Despite checking everything meticulously, Ratchet finds nothing wrong. Suddenly, the entire base plunged into darkness as all power went out.

Internally, Ratchet screams in frustration. Ratchet tries to contact Optimus through the comms, but it is futile. Growing increasingly annoyed, Ratchet tries reaching out to the other team members, only to face the same result. Confused and irritated, Ratchet transformed and left the base, knowing where Optimus was but unsure about the others’ whereabouts.

Ratchet makes it to the area, Ratchet feels a tense anticipation. “Optimus?” Ratchet calls out quietly, aware of the high likelihood of Decepticons being nearby. A voice responded, “Ratchet?” Turning around, Ratchet exhaled a sigh of relief. Optimus was safe.

“Optimus, you aft, I thought you were—” Ratchet began, but then he noticed something off. The bot looked like Optimus but also didn’t. Ratchet gets in a fighting stance. “Who are you, and where’s Optimus?” Ratchet demands. The bot appeared confused, stepping closer with raised servos.

“Ratchet… it’s me,” the bot said. “No… no, you’re not Optimus. Optimus… is not…” Ratchet retorted, stepping back with each advance from the bot. “Did Steeljaw hit you to forget what I looked like?” the bot muttered, glancing away before looking back at Ratchet with concern. “I do not know who Steeljaw is, but you—”

“Do you remember when you were testing synthetic energon? You called me a coward for not stopping Megatron when I had the chance,” the bot said. Ratchet froze, his optics wide.

“How do you know that?” Ratchet cried out, alarmed. Ratchet backs up and trips over a fallen tree, causing two things to happen. Ratchet began to fall backward, and the Optimus look-alike lunged forward to catch him but failed, resulting in the bot landing on Ratchet’s frame.

Ratchet gasped under the weight of the other bot. “G-get off of me!” he cried out. The bot groaned, scrambled off, and apologized. “Ratchet, I’m so sorry,” he said.

Slowly standing up, Ratchet looked at the bot, bewildered by the situation. “If you are really Optimus, tell me something that only I would know,” Ratchet demanded. “When we arrived, it was just me, you, and Bumblebee. You hated the situation we were in, barely slept, and often had nightmares. So, I would sleep in your berth with you so you could rest,” the bot said confidently.

“Optimus… what… what happened to you?” Ratchet asked, confusion etched on his face. “I have looked like this for a while, Ratchet,” the bot replied. Ratchet frowned.

“I think I would know if my best friend’s entire frame changed,” Ratchet said. Optimus looked worried. “Ratchet, are you sure you’re okay? I know you might be having issues since everything happened, since we joined the same team again, and I didn’t tell you I was alive…”

“Ehhh.” “What do you mean you didn’t tell me you were alive? You are clearly alive,” Ratchet said. “Come on, Optimus, I’m taking you back to base so I can give you a scan.”

Optimus Prime stood still, his optics scanning the surroundings with a mixture of concern and determination. Worried about Ratchet.The faint hum of his internal systems was the only sound breaking the silence. He reached out, placing a firm yet gentle servo on Ratchet’s shoulder, halting the medic in his tracks.

“Ratchet,” Optimus began, his voice carrying a weight of worry, “I believe you might be the one we should do a scan on.”

Ratchet turns around slowly, his optics locking onto Optimus’s with a mixture of frustration and concern. “Optimus, I am fine,” he insisted, his tone firm. “It’s you I’m worried about. You’ve been rambling on about random stuff, saying how you didn’t tell me you were alive.” He punctuated his words with a sharp poke to Optimus’s chestplate, the metal clinking softly.

Optimus’s optics dimmed slightly, reflecting his inner turmoil. “Ratchet, I—” he started, but Ratchet cut him off.

“Come on, Optimus,” Ratchet said, his voice softening. “Let’s go back to base.” Without waiting for a response, Ratchet transformed into his vehicle mode, the familiar sound of shifting metal filling the air. Ratchet revved his engine once, a signal for Optimus to follow, and then drove off into the night.

Optimus stood there for a moment, watching his friend disappear into the distance. He could feel the weight of his worries pressing down on him, but he knew he couldn’t let them consume him. With a deep intake of air, he transformed into his own vehicle mode and followed after Ratchet.

Ratchet arrived at the base, his engine humming softly as he transformed back into his robot mode. The familiar surroundings of the base should have brought him comfort, but instead, Ratchet is met with confusion. “Optimus…what?” he exclaimed, his optics widening in surprise.

Optimus turned around, his expression a mix of relief and another emotion Ratchet couldn’t quite identify. “Ratchet, I’ve been trying to get in contact with you,” Optimus said, his voice tinged with urgency.

Ratchet frowned, his optics narrowing. “Well, I just had some mech saying that they were you, but they also knew stuff, stuff they shouldn’t know,” he replied, his tone laced with frustration and suspicion.

“Ratchet, I think I might know what is going on,” Optimus said, stepping aside to reveal a tall mech standing behind him.

The new bot stepped forward hesitantly. He was a striking figure, adorned in shades of orange, yellow, and red. His posture was nervous, and he seemed almost out of place. “Um, hi… okay, so this might seem impossible, but I come from another universe, or dimension if you want to call it that,” he began, his voice shaky. “Well, see, something happened, and poof, I’m here. I believe it had to do with one of Brainstorm’s inventions.”

Ratchet stared at the bot, his optics wide with disbelief. He then turned his gaze to Optimus, his expression a mix of annoyance and incredulity. “You believe him!?” Ratchet asked, his voice rising.

“Listen,” the new bot continued, “one of the projects my team was working on involved traveling to other dimensions, but something must have gone haywire and brought us all here… and my name is Rodimus… Rodimus Prime.”

“Ratchet, I do not think we were the only ones affected by this…” IDWRodimus said, his voice filled with concern.

“How would you know?” Ratchet snapped, clearly irritated.

“Optimus… he was not on the ship,” IDWRodimus explained, his tone serious.

“So what you’re saying is that a bunch of dimensions spat out the bots living there, into our dimension?!” Ratchet exclaimed, his frustration evident.

“Yes… I believe so,” IDWRodimus replied, nodding.

“Ratchet, I think he is telling the truth,” Optimus interjected. “I saw the portal appear with him. It did not look like a ground bridge, nor a space bridge.”

Ratchet sighed heavily, rubbing his forehead with his servo. “I-I need a drink,” he muttered, turning on his heel and walking off, leaving Optimus and IDWRodimus standing in the dimly lit corridor.

Optimus watched Ratchet go, his optics filled with concern. He turned to IDWRodimus, placing a reassuring servo on his shoulder. “We’ll figure this out,” he said firmly. “Together.”

IDWRodimus nodded, though the uncertainty in his optics remained. The two Primes stood there for a moment, the weight of their new reality settling over them. IDWRodimus looks weakly, looking away.

SOMEWHERE
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Somewhere in the sky, a swirling portal suddenly materialized, its edges crackling with raw, untamed energy. Without warning, it spat out a Seeker, sending the bot hurtling towards the ground at an alarming speed. The impact was brutal, and the Seeker landed face-first, their body limp and motionless for a moment as the shock of the collision reverberated through their frame.

A groan escaped their vocalizer as they spat out a mouthful of dirt, pushing themselves up with a pained effort. Slowly, they stood, rubbing their helm in an attempt to clear the disorientation that clouded their mind.

“Where am I…” the bot thought, their optics scanning the unfamiliar surroundings with a mix of confusion and wariness. The landscape was alien, unfamiliar terrain that only added to their sense of unease. Desperately, they attempted to contact someone, anyone, but were met with only silence. A frown creased their faceplate as they realized their communications were down. “Just great, look at what you’ve done,” they thought bitterly, the weight of their predicament settling heavily on their shoulders.

Transforming into their sleek jet mode, the Seeker took off, the roar of their engines echoing through the air like a cry of defiance. As they soared above the landscape, their mind raced with thoughts of betrayal and abandonment. “They ditched you, probably sent you to the wrong coordinates,” a voice in their head taunted, each word dripping with malice.

“AGGGGHG JUST SHUT UP!” they snarled aloud, their frustration boiling over into a fierce outburst. “They wouldn’t do that… would they?” Doubt gnawed at them, a persistent whisper that undermined their confidence. They tried once more to establish contact, only to be met with the same empty silence. Fear flooded their circuits, a cold, paralyzing sensation that made their spark ache.

A familiar pain throbbed in their spark, a deep-seated ache that spoke of abandonment and loss. “No… they wouldn’t abandon me…” the Seeker whispered to themselves, their voice tinged with desperation and a hint of hope. The uncertainty and isolation weighed heavily on them as they continued to fly, searching for answers in a world that suddenly felt much larger and lonelier.

“This… this is what I get for joining the Autobots…” they muttered, the words a bitter reminder of the choices that had led them to this moment. As they flew on, the Seeker couldn’t shake the feeling that they were truly alone, left to navigate wherever they were at, without the support of their comrades.

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An ambulance weaves its way through the crowded streets of a city. Inside the vehicle, four individuals sat in tense silence: three males and one girl. The girl, her brown hair tucked under a gray hat, broke the silence first. “Ratchet, do you know what’s going on?” she asked, her voice tinged with worry.

Ratchet, the adult with blonde hair and a white shirt, shook his head, his expression mirroring her confusion. “No… I do not know… I’m confused. I’ve tried to get in contact with anyone, but have failed,” he admitted, his voice heavy with frustration.

One of the boys, a blonde-haired youth in a green shirt, shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Uh, hey Ratchet, do you think you can stop and let me out? I need to use the bathroom,” he said, his tone almost pleading.

“Oh yes… one second,” Ratchet replied, steering the ambulance into a gas station parking lot. The vehicle came to a halt, and all four occupants got out, stretching their legs and taking in their surroundings.

The girl, dressed in a gray long-sleeve shirt with a red tank top over it, glanced around nervously. The second boy, with brown hair and dressed like a mechanic, followed her lead, while the blonde-haired boy headed straight for the restroom.

Along with an adult man, with blonde hair, wearing a white shirt. One thing noticeable about him is his smile.

Inside, the group dispersed, each heading in different directions.The man approached the checkout counter, where a young employee stood, eyeing him curiously. “Hello, may I ask where we are?” The man inquired politely.

The employee, clearly taken aback by the question, stammered, “Y-you are in New York, sir.”

“Ah, thank you,” The man replied, offering a brief, unsettling smile before turning to leave. The employee watched him go, a shiver running down their spine. “That man’s smile was creepy,” they thought, unable to shake the uneasy feeling.

As the group reconvened and climbed back into the ambulance, the employee continued to watch from the store window, their mind replaying the strange encounter. The ambulance pulled out of the parking lot and merged back into traffic, its destination still unclear.

“Hey Ratchet?” the girl asked again, her voice breaking the silence.

“Hmm?” The man responded, his attention still on the road.

“Do you know where we are at?” she pressed.

“Ah yes, I do…” The man began, his voice trailing off as he prepared to reveal their location. “We are…”

Chapter 2

ON THE DECEPTICON SHIP-
PRIME

“Lord… Megatron,” Starscream intoned, his voice dripping with a deceptive tone, as he approaches the towering Decepticon leader. Megatron, seated on his imposing throne, barely glanced up, his optics narrowing in irritation. “What is it now, Starscream?” he growled, his patience wearing thin. The thought of wrapping his powerful servos around Starscream’s neck and ending his incessant whining was a tempting one, but he restrained himself.

Starscream hesitates for a moment, gathering his thoughts before speaking. “We have been receiving some rather intriguing signals, my Lord. They are brief and enigmatic, appearing for only a few seconds before vanishing without a trace. Soundwave has been diligently attempting to trace their origin or at least pinpoint their coordinates, but so far, his efforts have been in vain.”

Megatron’s interest was piqued despite his annoyance. This is unexpected news. “Starscream, when you detect these signals again, I want you to take a team of Vehicons and investigate the area immediately,” he commanded, his tone brooking no argument.

“Yes… Lord… Megatron,” Starscream replied, bowing slightly before turning on his heel. He walked away with a sense of urgency, his mind already racing with plans to mobilize the Vehicons for the next signal detection.

As Starscream departed, Megatron pondered the implications of these mysterious signals. This development was indeed intriguing. If they were intercepting these signals, it was highly likely that the Autobots were receiving them as well. The thought of a potential new advantage or threat stirred a sense of anticipation within him. The game was afoot, and Megatron was determined to be the one to seize control and win this never ending war they all were in.

JASPER NEVADA/ AUTOBOT BASE
RID2015- RIDOptimus
IDW- IDWRodimus
PRIME

RIDOptimus followed the path Ratchet had taken, his mind a whirl of concern and confusion. Ratchet had been acting strangely for days, and now, without a word, he had vanished. The worry gnawed at RIDOptimus, making his circuits buzz with anxiety. He had to find his friend and understand what was troubling him so deeply.

As RIDOptimus sped along the highway, his tires screeched against the pavement, leaving black marks in his wake. Suddenly, he came to an abrupt halt, his optics widening in surprise. There, standing tall and weathered, was a sign that read, “Welcome to Jasper, Nevada.” It had been so long since he had seen this place, a town filled with memories both bitter and sweet.

Confusion clouded his processors as he drove through the familiar streets. His spark twisted painfully within his chest. The last time he had been here, the town had been a scene of devastation, a battleground scarred by the war between Autobots and Decepticons. But now, it was as if nothing had ever happened. The buildings stood tall and unscathed, the streets bustling with life. It was a stark contrast to the images burned into his memory.

“Why would Ratchet come here?” RIDOptimus muttered to himself, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and dread. As he navigated the town, his spark felt like it was going to explode. Every corner he turned brought back a flood of memories, each one more painful than the last. He could see the base in the distance, the very base that had been destroyed in the final battle. Yet, there it stood, as if untouched by the ravages of war.

Driving towards the base, RIDOptimus’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. Memories flashed before his optics—moments of camaraderie, battles fought side by side, and the ultimate sacrifice made by so many. The hidden entrance to the base loomed ahead, and he transformed, his metal frame shifting and contorting until he stood on two feet. He walked the familiar path, each step heavy with the weight of the past.

As he entered the base, he saw Ratchet at the computers, his back turned. “Ratchet?” RIDOptimus called out, his voice echoing through the empty halls.

Ratchet yelped in surprise, dropping the tool he was holding. He turned to face RIDOptimus, his optics wide with shock. “Optimus? What are you doing here?” he stammered, clearly caught off guard.

Before RIDOptimus could respond, another bot came running out of the halls. “Ratchet?!” RIDOptimus froze, his optics locking onto the newcomer. The bot looked familiar, like a version of himself before he had been upgraded and bulked up. Another bot emerged from the shadows, but RIDOptimus couldn’t focus on them. His mind was reeling, trying to make sense of what he was seeing.

“W-what…?” was all he managed to say, his voice barely a whisper.

“Hey, uh, hi,” the other bot said, stepping forward. “My name is Rodimus. Uh, so I should probably tell you what’s going on.” IDWRodimus says.

RIDOptimus stared at IDWRodimus, his processors struggling to keep up. “Rodimus? What is this place? Why does it look like nothing ever happened?” he asked, his voice filled with confusion and a hint of desperation.

“Uh so I should probably tell you what’s going on.”

SOMEWHERE
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PRIME

 

A gray mech was violently expelled from a swirling portal, their metallic form tumbling through the air before they managed to catch themselves just in time to avoid a face-first collision with the ground. The mech’s landing was far from graceful, but they quickly regained their composure, their optics scanning the desolate wasteland of sand that stretched out before them. The portal, their only link to wherever they had come from, had vanished as abruptly as it had appeared.

With a swift, practiced motion, the gray mech turned, their cannon arm raised and ready, aimed at the spot where the portal had been. But there was nothing—just an empty expanse of desert. The mech’s optics narrowed, and a growl of frustration escaped their vocalizer. “I am going to kill that Seeker,” they snarled, their voice echoing across the barren landscape. “I am going to wrap my servos around his FRAGGING neck and take him offline!” Their servos clenched into fists, and their faces contorted with a wild, almost feral rage.

As the mech stood there, seething with anger, a groundbridge materialized behind them, its swirling green vortex a stark contrast to the dull, sandy surroundings. The gray mech spun around, their cannon once again at the ready, aimed directly at the new arrival.

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Starscream emerged from the groundbridge, his optics widening in surprise as he found himself staring down the barrel of a cannon. He let out a shriek, his servos instinctively rising to shield himself. “I’m a Decepticon too!” Starscream cried out, his voice tinged with panic as he pointed to the Decepticon insignia emblazoned on his chest. The gray mech’s cannon did not waver, and Starscream remained tense, his optics darting around as he searched for an escape route.

For several tense minutes, the two mechs stood in a standoff, the air thick with anticipation. Finally, the gray mech lowered their cannon, though their optics remained locked on Starscream. With a sudden, explosive motion, they raised their arm and fired their cannon into the sky. The blast echoed across the desert, a display of raw power that made Starscream flinch, a mix of fear and another, more complex emotion flickering across his face.

Starscream, still reeling from the display, quickly called for Soundwave, who activated another groundbridge. “Please, follow me,” Starscream said, his voice wavering slightly. “Uh… your destination?” he asked, trying to maintain a semblance of composure.

“Megatron,” the gray mech replied, their voice cold and unwavering.

Starscream froze, stopping himself from snorting. The power they had displayed was formidable, and Starscream knew that such strength could be both an asset and a threat within the Decepticon ranks, so he let will leave Megatron deal with, newcomer saying their name was Megatron.

Upon exiting the groundbridge, they found themselves in the heart of the Decepticon base. The gray mech’s optics scanned the surroundings, taking in the familiar yet imposing sight of the base’s metallic corridors and the ever-present hum of machinery. Starscream led the way to the central command chamber, where Megatron awaited.

Megatron stood at the center of the room, his imposing figure radiating authority. His optics narrowed as he took in the sight of the newcomer. “Who is this?” he demanded, his voice a low growl. Starscream strides over to Megatron. “He says his name is….

SOMEWHERE
ARMADA =AStarscream

AStarscream transformed, his sleek jet form shifting into his bipedal mode with a series of mechanical clicks and whirs. He knew he had to start conserving his energon reserves, which were dwindling alarmingly fast. The harsh desert sun beat down on him, reflecting off his metallic surface as he trudged through the endless expanse of sand. Annoyance, anger, and confusion swirled within him. He had no idea where he was or how he had ended up in this desolate place.

As AStarscream walked, his desperation grew. He needed to contact Optimus Prime, to find some semblance of direction or hope. “OPTIMUS, PLEASE ANSWER! IT’S ME, STARSCREAM!” he shouted, his voice echoing across the empty landscape. But there was no response, only the oppressive silence of the desert. “Ahg! This is hopeless, I’m lost,” he muttered to himself, the feeling of isolation and helplessness gnawing at his circuits.

He checked his energon tanks, noting with dismay that he had only 45% left. He couldn’t afford to waste any more time. Deciding to transform again, he hoped that from the sky he might see some sign of where he was or any indication of life. With a swift motion, he shifted back into his jet mode, his engines roaring to life as he took off into the air.

As he soared above the desert, AStarscream scanned the ground below, his sensors on high alert for any signs of life or landmarks that might give him a clue about his location. The vast expanse of sand stretched out endlessly beneath him, offering no answers. His frustration mounted, but he forced himself to remain focused. He had to find something, anything, that could help him.

Suddenly, a sharp, searing pain shot through his frame. AStarscream cried out in agony, his systems overloaded by the unexpected attack. He lost control, plummeting from the sky in a free fall. The ground rushed up to meet him, and he slammed into the solid rock with a bone-jarring impact. His transformation sequence activated instinctively, and he shifted back into his robot mode, his optics flickering as he tried to assess the damage.

Turning his head, AStarscream saw the source of his pain—his wings, or rather, what was left of them. They had been severely damaged, torn and mangled beyond immediate repair. He hissed in frustration and pain, attempting to stand, but before he could fully rise, a bolt of electricity shot through him. The shock was intense, sending his systems into a frenzy. AStarscream screamed, but his voice box glitched, producing only garbled noises.

His optics dimmed, and he slipped into stasis, his frame collapsing to the ground. Moments later, the sound of engines filled the air as trucks and helicopters arrived, surrounding the fallen Seeker. Humans emerged from the vehicles, their movements quick and efficient as they barked orders to one another. They worked swiftly, attaching cables and hooks to AStarscream’s inert form, preparing to transport him.

The helicopters took off, their rotors slicing through the air as they lifted AStarscream’s heavy frame. Slowly, they began to rise, carrying the unconscious Seeker away.

SOMEWHERE
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As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the small city, a black semi-truck rumbled through the streets. The truck was an imposing sight, its sleek black exterior adorned with striking blue stripes that ran along its sides. Mounted on the back was a very large gun, a clear indication that this was no ordinary vehicle. Despite its formidable appearance, the truck moved through the town unnoticed, blending into the growing twilight.

The city was a maze of narrow streets and alleys, lined with buildings that seemed to lean inwards, their facades weathered by time. The truck navigated these streets with a purpose, its engine purring softly as it rolled past shops closing for the evening and pedestrians hurrying home. The sky above was a canvas of deepening hues, transitioning from the warm glow of sunset to the cool blues and purples of dusk.

They are looking for something or

someone.

SOMEWHERE
TRANSFORMERS INFILTRATION=INRATCHET

As night slowly approached, the sky transitioned from a warm orange hue to a deep, inky blue, stars beginning to twinkle faintly above. The ambulance, its exterior marked with the unmistakable red and white cross, pulled into a quiet parking lot on the outskirts of town. The engine hummed softly before falling silent, the vehicle coming to a gentle stop under the dim glow of a solitary streetlamp.

“You three should get some sleep. I’ll keep watch,” INRatchet said, his voice a blend of authority and reassurance. His optics scanned the interior of the ambulance, settling on the three weary faces of his young companions.

“Ok…” Hunter O’Nion replied, his voice heavy with exhaustion. The other two kids, equally drained from the day’s events, nodded in agreement.

The three kids got somewhat comfortable in his vehicle mode.

As the children drifted into a much-needed slumber, INRatchet remained vigilant. His sensors were on high alert, listening and watching for any signs of danger. He couldn’t shake the guilt that gnawed at his circuits; he was the reason these kids were involved in this perilous situation. It was his duty to protect them, no matter the cost.

INRatchet’s optics swept over the parking lot, his scanners probing the darkness for any signs of Decepticon activity. The area appeared clear, no hostile signals detected. He sighed, allowing himself a moment of relief. But he knew better than to let his guard down completely. This is going to be a long night.

The minutes ticked by slowly as INRatchet watched the world outside. Cars drove past, their headlights cutting through the darkness, casting fleeting shadows across the lot. He kept the ambulance doors securely locked, his optics following each vehicle with unwavering attention. The occasional pedestrian walked by, oblivious to the hidden guardian within the ambulance.

INRatchet stiffened as a car pulled into the space next to him. A young couple emerged, their laughter breaking the stillness of the night. They opened the side doors of their car, retrieving a blanket and some pillows before retreating back inside. Confusion flickered through INRatchet’s processors, quickly replaced by a wave of disgust as he realized their intentions.

Deciding that this was not a suitable place to stay, INRatchet activated his engine, the vehicle purring to life. He carefully maneuvered out of the parking lot, the couple’s giggles fading into the background. He needed to find a safer, more secluded spot where he could keep watch over the children without interruption.

Driving through the quiet streets, INRatchet’s thoughts wandered back to the events that had led them here. He couldn’t afford to let his guard down, not even for a moment. The safety of his young charges depended on his vigilance.

After a few minutes of searching, INRatchet found a more suitable location—a deserted lot behind an old warehouse. The area was dark and secluded, offering a better vantage point for him to keep watch. He parked the ambulance and shut off the engine, the silence enveloping them once more.

INRatchet resumes his vigil, his optics scanning the surroundings with renew focus. The night was still, the only sounds the distant hum of the city and the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze. He could hear the steady breathing of the children inside the ambulance, a reminder of the responsibility he bore.

AUTOBOT BASE
RID2015- RIDOptimus
IDW- IDWRodimus
PRIME

When IDWRodimus finally finished recounting everything he knew, RIDOptimus stood in stunned silence, his processors struggling to digest the torrent of information. The shock was palpable, but gradually, it began to ebb away, replaced by a steely resolve.

“Ratchet, you… you aren’t Ratchet… but you look just like h-him,” RIDOptimus managed to say, his voice tinged with a mix of disbelief and sorrow.

Ratchet merely grunted in response, his optics dimming slightly with fatigue. “I’m going to get what humans call a shut-eye,” he said, his tone gruff but not unkind. “We should all probably get some rest. Rodimus, can you take him to a room?” Optimus added, turning to IDWRodimus.

“Yes, I can, sir—uh, I mean, Optimus. Come with me!” IDWRodimus replied, his voice a mix of eagerness and nervousness. He grabbed RIDOptimus’s servo and gently tugged him along.

Optimus trudged to his quarters, his steps heavy with the weight of the day’s revelations. Upon reaching his room, he collapsed onto his berth, the exhaustion finally catching up with him. He knew he had to inform the others, and tomorrow, the children would arrive, bringing with them a new set of challenges. Shutting his optics, Optimus allowed himself to slip into recharge, hoping for a brief respite from his worries.

Meanwhile, IDWRodimus led RIDOptimus to a room that had once been used for storage but had since been cleaned and prepared for their arrival. He opened the door, revealing a sparse but functional space.

“Uh, I know this is probably not something you would sleep in, but it’s all they’ve got right now,” IDWRodimus stuttered, his optics flickering with uncertainty.

RIDOptimus offered a small, reassuring smile. “I’ve slept in worse places,” he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil within.

“Oh… uh, okay,” IDWRodimus replied, sitting down in his designated area. He fidgeted slightly, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. “WELL… uh, good night, sir—uh, I mean, Optimus,” he added, his voice trailing off awkwardly.

RIDOptimus stood there for a moment, taking in the room and the memories it stirred. Slowly, he stepped inside and shut the door behind him. He crossed to the other side of the room and lay down, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. This place brought back so many memories, many of them painful.

He knew he would likely not get any recharge tonight. The weight of the past and the uncertainty of the future pressed heavily on his spark. He stared at the ceiling, his optics unseeing, lost in the labyrinth of his thoughts.

On the other side of the room, IDWRodimus lay wide awake, facing away from RIDOptimus. His mind was equally restless, filled with a cacophony of “what ifs” and “what nots.” What if Megatron found them? What if the crew was in danger? The possibilities were endless and terrifying.

When IDWRodimus had first arrived, he had been given a rundown of the current situation. He had provided a brief overview of the ship’s status but had deliberately avoided mentioning Megatron. He was nervous about how Optimus would react to the news. The tension gnawed at him, making it impossible to find any semblance of peace.

Closing his optic, IDWRodimus tried to will himself to sleep, but it was a futile effort. The weight of their circumstances was too heavy, the uncertainty too great. Both mechs lay in the darkness, each lost in their own thoughts, each grappling with their own fears and hopes.

AT THE NEMESIS.
Cyberverse- CYBERMegatron
PRIME

When Starscream returned with the other mech, instally, Megatron went to speak privately with them. Starscream’s optics narrowed in irritation. He couldn’t help but feel sidelined, a sensation that was all too familiar. Huffing in annoyance, he made his way towards Soundwave, hoping for some useful information to distract him from his growing frustration.

“Soundwave, have you found any more coordinates on the readings?” Starscream asked, his tone clipped.

“No,” Soundwave replied using his voice monotone, not even looking up from his console.

Starscream’s frustration only deepened. He turned on his heel and walked away, muttering under his breath. Just then, a Vehicon approached him, its posture rigid with urgency.

“Megatron wants us in the room to discuss something,” the Vehicon announced.

“What could Megatron want to discuss now?” Starscream grumbled to himself, his curiosity piqued despite his irritation. He followed the Vehicon down the dimly lit corridors of the Decepticon base, his mind racing with possibilities.

As they entered the room, Starscream immediately felt a pair of optics boring into him. He scanned the room, his gaze landing on the mech he had found earlier. The newcomer’s optics were filled with a burning hatred, directed squarely at Starscream. He returned the glare, his own optics narrowing in defiance.

“Decepticons! I have some interesting news!” Megatron’s voice boomed, cutting through the tension in the room. All optics turned towards their leader, who stood at the head of the table, his presence commanding and authoritative.

Starscream’s annoyance was momentarily forgotten as he focused on Megatron. The room fell silent, the air thick with anticipation. Megatron’s optics gleamed with a mixture of excitement and something else—something darker.

“As you all know, we have been receiving mysterious signals,” Megatron began, his voice resonating with power. “These signals are not random…..

SOMEWHERE
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A human walked through the bustling city streets, their steps slow and uncertain. The confusion was evident in their eyes, and weariness weighed heavily on their shoulders. The city around them was alive with activity—people rushing by, cars honking, and the distant hum of construction. Yet, amidst the chaos, the human felt utterly alone.

“Why did this have to happen to me…” they muttered under their breath, the words barely audible over the city’s din. Their mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more troubling than the last. They had been through so much, and now, this latest setback felt like the final straw.

Desperation drove them into a nearby electronics store. The bright lights and neatly arranged shelves were a stark contrast to the turmoil inside their head. They quickly found what they were looking for—a phone charger. With a sigh of relief, they paid for the item and left the store, clutching the small package as if it were a lifeline.

Their next stop was a fast food place, a familiar haven in an unfamiliar situation. The smell of fried food and the chatter of other patrons provided a momentary distraction from their worries. They found an empty table in the corner and sat down, their movements slow and deliberate. Plugging in their phone, they laid their head down on the table, waiting for the device to charge.

Minutes felt like hours as they stared at the blank screen, willing it to come to life. Finally, the phone powered on, the screen lighting up with a soft glow. With trembling fingers, they navigated to the contacts and selected a number. Pressing the call button, they brought the phone to their ear, their heart pounding in their chest.

“Come on… Come on… Please answer,” they whispered, their voice filled with a mix of hope and desperation. Each ring felt like an eternity, the silence on the other end amplifying their anxiety.

Sam laid his head back down on the table, his eyes drifting to the window. The city outside seemed so normal, so indifferent to his plight. People walked by, engrossed in their own lives, oblivious to the turmoil he was experiencing. He wondered what the heck was going on, why everything seemed to be falling apart all at once.

No answer. The human groaned in frustration.

SOMEWHERE Armada
ARMADA -AStarscream

AStarscream slowly online, his systems booting up with a series of painful alerts. His helm throbbed, and the remnants of his wings sent sharp jolts of agony through his frame. He attempted to lift his servo, but something restrained him. His optics widened in alarm as he took in the sight of heavy restraints binding him to a cold, metal table. The room around him was filled with ominous machinery, their purposes unknown but undoubtedly sinister.

Panic surged through him, and he struggled against the restraints, his movements frantic and desperate. “You won’t be able to escape them, bot,” a voice said, cutting through the silence like a blade.

AStarscream turned his helm towards the source of the voice, his optics narrowing as they focused on a human standing nearby. “Release me now!” AStarscream yelled, his voice echoing off the walls of the sterile room.

The human, a man with a cold, calculating expression, merely smirked. “I don’t think I will,” he replied, his tone dripping with condescension.

“Who are you?” AStarscream growled, his optics blazing with fury.

“I’m Silas,” the man said, stepping closer. “And you’re my next tinker toy.”

With a flick of his hand, Silas signaled to his team, and the machinery around AStarscream whirred to life. The sound was deafening, a cacophony of mechanical clicks and hums. Silas was handed a controller, and with a sadistic grin, he activated a saw-like machine that began to move towards AStarscream.

AStarscream’s optics widened in horror as the blade drew closer. He thrashed against his restraints, his struggles growing more frantic. “No! Get that thing away from me!” he screamed, his voice filled with a mix of rage and fear.

Silas watched with a detached amusement, his eyes gleaming with a twisted pleasure. “Struggle all you want, bot. It won’t make a difference,” he said, his voice barely audible over the din of the machinery.

The saw inched closer, its blade glinting menacingly under the harsh lights. AStarscream’s systems were in overdrive, his sensors screaming warnings that he was in imminent danger. He could feel the heat of the blade as it neared his frame, the vibrations sending shivers through his metal body.

Desperation clawed at him, and he summoned every ounce of strength he had left. With a mighty effort, he strained against the restraints, his servos creaking under the pressure. But the restraints held him firm, and the saw continued its relentless approach.

Screams filled the air, a raw sound that echoed through the room. AStarscream’s optics flickered, his systems struggling to cope with the overload of pain and fear. He could see Silas’s face, a mask of cruel satisfaction, as the blade finally made contact with his metal skin.

The pain was excruciating, a searing agony that tore through his frame. AStarscream’s screams grew louder, his voice box straining under the intensity of his cries. He could feel the blade cutting into him, the metal grinding against metal, and he knew that he was at the mercy of this human madman.

As the saw continued its work, AStarscream’s thoughts became a chaotic jumble of pain and desperation. He had to find a way out, and had to escape this nightmare. But with each passing second, his hope dwindled, replaced by a growing sense of helplessness.

Silas watched with a detached fascination, his eyes never leaving AStarscream’s tortured form. “You see, bot,” he said, his voice calm and measured, “you are nothing more than a tool, a means to an end. And I will use you to achieve my goals, no matter the cost.”

AStarscream vision gains black spots, passing out from pain.

Notes:

So in order to not get anyone confused or myself confused I will write out who is from what.
All of TFP will have their names, like Cyberverse would have CMegatron.
Or Transformers Infiltration. (INRatchet) The reason why I added that is because it’s basically the first ever actual comic that I have read from the IDW. It made me laugh while I was sick when I read it. So one of the main reasons why I added it was just like a small reminder to me of why I started to read the IDW comics.

Next update should be on Monday.

Chapter 3

AT AUTOBOT BASE
IDW= IDWRodimus
RID=RIDOptimus
PRIME

 

The sound of an engine echoed through the base as a sleek car drove in, its headlights cutting through the dimly lit interior. The vehicle came to a smooth halt, pulling aside near the entrance. Almost immediately, the car door swung open with a creak, and a group of excited kids tumbled out, their faces alight with anticipation.

“Bulkhead! I’m back!” Mike screeched, his voice reverberating off the metallic walls. He dashed towards the towering green Autobot, his enthusiasm palpable.

“Hey Arcee,” Jack greeted, his tone more subdued but no less warm as he approached the blue motorcycle-bot, who nodded in acknowledgment.

“Bee!” Rafael called out, his eyes sparkling as he spotted the yellow Autobot, Bumblebee, who responded with a series of cheerful beeps and boops.

“Hey Jack,” Arcee replied, her voice carrying a hint of a smile as she acknowledged the young human.

“Optimus wants to have a meeting with all of us,” she continued, her expression turning serious.

“He does?” June Darby interjected, her brow furrowing in curiosity as she joined the group.

The group made their way to the designated human area, a section of the base equipped with more familiar furnishings and comforts. There, they encountered Agent William Fowler, who was already waiting for them, his posture rigid and alert.

“Do you know why we are having this meeting?” June asked, her voice tinged with concern.

“No, I do not know why,” Fowler admitted, shaking his head. His expression mirrored June’s curiosity.

Just then, the imposing figure of Optimus Prime stepped into the room, his presence commanding immediate attention. His optics scanned the gathered humans, a thoughtful expression on his face.

“You are probably wondering why we are having a meeting,” Optimus began, his deep voice resonating with authority. “Two days ago, a convergence of dimensions occurred, sending bots from various realities to our world.”

As he spoke, IDW Rodimus emerged from the shadows, his vibrant red and yellow armor catching the light. His optics widened in delight as he took in the sight of the humans. “Awww, I haven’t really seen humans in sooo long. They’re so adorable!” he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine affection.

In stark contrast, RIDOptimus stepped forward, his expression somber and pained. He stared at the humans, a myriad of emotions flickering across his face.“IDW Rodimus will explain everything to you,” Optimus Prime concluded, stepping aside to allow Rodimus to take the floor.
IDWRodimus cleared his throat, his optics still twinkling with excitement. “So, as Optimus mentioned, we’ve had an unusual event. Bots from different dimensions have been transported here, and we’re still trying to understand the full implications. Each of us brings unique experiences and knowledge from our respective worlds, which could be both a challenge and an opportunity.”

He paused, glancing at RID Optimus, who nodded slightly, encouraging him to continue. “For instance, in my dimension, we’ve faced threats that might be completely unknown to you. Sharing our experiences could help us prepare for any potential dangers, and horrifying realities…..”

 

The room fell silent as the weight of IDWRodimus words sank in. The humans exchanged glances, realizing the gravity of the situation. June stepped forward, her voice steady. “We’re ready to help in any way we can. Just tell us what you need.”

Agent Fowler gripped the railing. “How am I supposed to inform the higher ups without sounding crazy….” Agent Fowler whispers.

IDWRodimus smiled, a warm and reassuring expression. “Thank you, June. Your support means a lot. We’ll need to coordinate closely and share information. Together, we can face any challenge.”

Optimus Prime nodded in agreement. “Indeed. Unity is our strength. Let us prepare for the days ahead, and face them with courage and determination.”

 

SOMEWHERE
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A ship soared through the sky, its hull a striking blend of yellow, red, grey, and black. The vessel cut through the clouds with ease, but inside, the atmosphere was anything but calm. Voices echoed through the corridors, filled with tension and frustration.

“RATCHET, WHERE ARE WE?” a voice bellowed, the urgency clear.

“I DON'T KNOW,” ???Ratchet replied, his tone strained. He turned to his old friend, his optics filled with concern. “Old friend, can you figure out where we are?”

“I-I’m trying, Ratchet… the system is not working at its best…” came the hesitant response, the speaker’s voice faltering with each word.

“Take it nice and easy… okay… we are going to find the others,” ???Ratchet said, his voice softening in an attempt to calm the situation. He placed a reassuring hand on his friend’s shoulder, hoping to instill some confidence.

A human kid, sitting nearby, let out an exasperated huff. “Just great, we are supposed to be helping Optimus and the others, but now we are in the middle of NOWHERE!” The frustration in his voice was palpable, his fists clenched in helpless anger.

???Ratchet moved to the window, his gaze shifting to the world outside. The view was both mesmerizing and daunting. Vast expanses of ice and water stretched out as far as the eye could see, a stark and unforgiving landscape. The ship seemed like a tiny speck in the midst of this frozen wilderness.

“We’ll find them,” ????Ratchet murmured to himself, his resolve hardening. “We have to.”

The ship’s interior was just the two, trying to make sense of their situation. The control panels flickered with erratic lights, and the hum of the engines provided a constant background noise. ???Ratchet’s mind raced as he tried to piece together their predicament. The ship had been on a to help Optimus Prime and the others fight Megatron, who is trying to use the space bridge to take over Cybertron, when they had encountered a strange anomaly. A sudden burst of energy had enveloped the ship, and before anyone could react, they found themselves in this unfamiliar territory.

SOMEWHERE
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A swirling portal materialized in the dimly lit alley, its edges crackling with energy. Without warning, it spat out a person, unceremoniously dumping them into a nearby dumpster with a loud crash. The person coughed and groaned, the impact leaving them disoriented. “What the heck was that?” they muttered, their voice echoing slightly in the confined space of the dumpster. They struggled to their feet, wincing as they tried to climb out.

“Heh… this brings back memories,” they thought, a flash of a past event crossing their mind. They recalled a time when a missile had struck the dumpster they were hiding in, the explosion ringing in their ears. The memory was vivid, almost as if it had happened yesterday.

With a final heave, they managed to clamber out of the dumpster, landing on the ground with a thud. As they stood up and brushed themselves off, they looked around, their eyes widening in shock. The alley was unfamiliar, the buildings around them towering and strange. “This is not where I was,” they mumbled, confusion evident in their voice.

“Bee?” they called out hesitantly, their eyes scanning the area for any sign of the familiar yellow Autobot. The alley was eerily quiet, the only sound being the distant hum of city life. They took a few tentative steps forward, their mind racing with questions. Where were they? How had they ended up here? And most importantly, where was Bumblebee?

The person’s heart pounded in their chest as they continued to look around, hoping for some clue or sign. The alley was littered with debris and trash, the walls covered in graffiti. It was a stark contrast to the place they had been just moments before. They took a deep breath, trying to calm their racing thoughts. “Okay, think,” they told themselves. “There has to be a way to figure this out.”

As they moved further into the alley, they noticed a faint glow coming from around the corner. Curiosity piqued, they cautiously approached, peeking around the edge of the building.

Confusion, as where they are they walk out of the alley, only to find themselves in a city. The bright lights blind them, rubbing their face.

“Agh…” They groan, looking around, they have no idea where they are at all.

SOMEWHERE
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On a bustling highway, a blue and red semi-truck rumbled along, its massive wheels gripping the asphalt with ease. Right beside it, a yellow Volkswagen Beetle zipped through the traffic, its smaller frame weaving effortlessly between the larger vehicles. Both vehicles moved seamlessly among the human-driven cars, their presence blending in with the flow of traffic.

As they approached an exit, the semi-truck signaled and veered off the highway, the Beetle following closely behind. They navigated the off-ramp and continued down a quieter road, heading towards a nearby park. The park was a serene oasis amidst the urban sprawl, with lush green lawns and tall trees providing a peaceful retreat.

Once they found a secluded area, both vehicles came to a stop. The yellow Volkswagen Beetle was the first to transform. With a series of mechanical whirs and clicks, its panels shifted and rearranged, revealing a humanoid form. The bot stood tall, its predominantly yellow armor accented with gray parts on its arms and legs. On its head, two small horn-like protrusions gave it a distinctive appearance.

Next, the blue and red semi-truck began its transformation. The cab and trailer split apart, folding and shifting with precise movements. The bot that emerged was imposing, its chest a vibrant red, matching its powerful arms. Its legs were a deep blue, with gray accents adding to its formidable presence.

“Optimus, do you have any idea what is going on?” the yellow bot, The Bumblebee, asked, his voice tinged with concern.

“No, Bumblebee… everything feels different. Or looks different,” The Optimus Prime replied, his deep voice resonating with a mix of confusion and determination.

“The Ark isn’t even in the place it was at,” The Bumblebee continued, his optics scanning the unfamiliar surroundings.

“I know, Bumblebee,” The Optimus said, his tone thoughtful. He looked around, taking in the park’s tranquil setting. The trees rustled gently in the breeze, and the distant sounds of the city seemed muted here. It was a stark contrast to the chaos they had left behind.

The Optimus Prime’s mind raced as he tried to make sense of their situation. Him and Bumblebee were with the others when what looked like a space bridge appeared, sucking him and the other in. Now, they found themselves on Earth, but something was off. The landscape, the atmosphere, even the energy readings felt different.

SOMEWHERE
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In the dim, shadowy confines of an abandoned building, a sleek jet descended from the sky, its engines roaring as it transformed mid-air. The jet’s panels shifted and folded with a series of mechanical clicks and whirs, revealing a bot with a triangular shape and intricate tattoos etched all over its body. The bot landed gracefully amidst the scattered junk, its optics scanning the area with a keen, searching gaze.

The bot began to sift through the debris, its movements purposeful and deliberate. It was clear that it was looking for something specific, though what that was remained a mystery. The silence of the building was suddenly shattered by the distant roar of another jet engine. The bot’s head snapped up, its optics narrowing as it tracked the approaching sound.

A jet streaked across the sky, its sleek form cutting through the air with precision. As it neared the building, it angled downward, heading straight for the bot below. The bot let out a screech of alarm, its optics widening in recognition and fear. The jet transformed in mid-dive, its panels shifting to reveal a bot similar in design but significantly larger.

“STARSCREAM!” the smaller bot yelled, lunging at the larger one with a mix of desperation and fury. The two bots collided with a resounding crash, the force of the impact sending them both tumbling to the ground. “M-Megatron!” Starscream stammered, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and surprise.

“Starscream, WHAT DID YOU DO?” Megatron roared, his voice echoing through the abandoned building. His optics blazed with anger as he pinned the smaller bot beneath him.

“I-I did nothing, my lord!” Starscream cried, his voice high-pitched and frantic. “I-I do not know what happened!”

Megatron’s talons dug into the seam of Starscream’s cockpit, causing the smaller bot to cry out in pain. With his other servo, Megatron grasped one of Starscream’s wings, the metal creaking and denting under the pressure. “ARE YOU LYING, STARSCREAM?” Megatron demanded, his voice a dangerous growl.

“NO, NO, MY MASTER, I WOULD NEVER LIE TO YOU! I DO NOT KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON!” Starscream pleaded, his optics wide with terror.

With a snarl, Megatron slammed Starscream into the ground, the impact sending a cloud of dust and debris into the air. “Think, my master, why would I send us somewhere random!” Starscream gasped, his voice barely a whisper as he tried to reason with the enraged leader.

Megatron’s optics narrowed as he pulled Starscream closer, hot air blowing into the smaller bot’s face. “You had better not be lying to me, Starscream,” he hissed, before slamming him down hard into the ground once more. Megatron pushed himself off Starscream, delivering a vicious kick to the dazed bot’s side. Starscream gasped in pain, his body trembling from the assault.

Transforming back into his jet mode, Megatron took off, leaving Starscream lying on the ground, dazed and battered. After a few minutes, Megatron returned, his voice a thunderous roar. “GET OFF YOUR AFT, STARSCREAM, AND COME ON!”

Starscream scrambled to his feet, his movements shaky and unsteady. He transformed into his jet mode, his engines sputtering as he took off to follow his master. The two jets soared into the sky, their forms cutting through the air with a sense of urgency and purpose. Starscream’s mind raced with thoughts of what had just transpired and what lay ahead. He knew that Megatron’s wrath was far from over, and he would have to tread carefully to avoid further punishment.

As they flew, the landscape below them shifted, revealing a world that was both familiar and alien. Starscream couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong, it felt like their own very fabric of their reality seemed altered. He glanced over at Megatron, who flew with a determined intensity, his optics focused on the horizon.

“Where are we going, my lord?” Starscream ventured, his voice hesitant.

“To find answers,” Megatron replied, his tone brooking no argument. “And to ensure that whoever is responsible for this pays dearly.”

Starscream nodded, his fear mingling with a grudging respect for his leader’s resolve. As they continued their flight, the uncertainty of their situation loomed large, but one thing was clear: they would face whatever challenges lay ahead together, as Decepticons always did.

AT THE AUTOBOT BASE
IDW = IDWRodimus
RID2015 = RIDOptimus
PRIME

“So basically, the multiverse went to hell, and now there is the possibility that other worlds or dimensions could be in our world, I mean dimension?” Agent Fowler said, his voice tinged with a mix of disbelief and concern.

“Yes… That’s basically what I believe is going on,” IDWRodimus replied, his tone serious yet calm.

“That’s so cool!” Miko yelled out, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

“No, it’s not,” Jack countered, his expression serious. “If other Cybertronians like Autobots came here, could that mean Decepticons are here too?” he asked, his voice filled with worry.

Everyone exchanged uneasy glances before turning their attention to IDWRodimus. “Uhhh, well, there’s a very high chance there could be Decepticons that are here,” IDWRodimus admitted, his voice hesitant.

“But they can’t be from my dimension unless…they did not listen…” he added quickly.

“What does that mean?” Jack asked, his brow furrowing in confusion.

“Uhh, well, uh… the war is over,” IDWRodimus said, his voice softening.

“What!” All the humans exclaimed at once, surprise written all over their faces.

“What about you?” Jack asked, turning to RID Optimus.

RIDOptimus stood there, taken aback by the question. “The war… at my… dimension?… is over,” he said slowly, his voice heavy with emotion.

“Can I ask how your war ended?” Rafael inquired, his voice gentle.

“I-I do not think I can… not right now… I’m still getting over the existence of dimension travel,” RIDOptimus replied, his voice trembling slightly. An image of Unicron controlling Megatron’s frame flashed into his mind, causing him to shudder.

“I think… I need to take a drive,” RIDOptimus said, his voice barely above a whisper. Transforming into his truck mode, he took off, driving out of the base with a sense of urgency.

RIDOptimus drove fast, the wind rushing past him as he tried to clear his mind. The haunting image of Megatron’s form when he got stabbed kept flashing in his mind, a painful reminder of the battles they had fought.

After driving for what felt like hours, he finally transformed back into his root mode, collapsing onto his servos and legs. He gasped for air, as if he needed it to survive, lubricant running down his face like tears.

Collapsing onto the solid surface, RIDOptimus rolled onto his back, looking up at the sky. The stars twinkled above, a stark contrast to the turmoil within him. He stayed there, laying on the ground, lost in his thoughts.

Suddenly, the sound of jets flying overhead snapped him out of his reverie. He jumped up, his optics wide with alarm. “It could be just humans…” RIDOptimus told himself, now unease, he decides to head back.
Back at the base, the others were still deep in discussion when RID Optimus entered, transforming back into his root mode.

Frowning, he avoids them, not wanting to bother them. RIDOptimus optics land on Ratchet, who ever since all this happened, has been non stop working. The one thing that felt normal, seeing Ratchet…well a Ratchet that reminded him of his Ratchet.

The humans…RIDOptimus tried to avoid…they were too much like…them….But Ratchet…

Ratchet is someone who he can trust…Taking a deep vent RIDOptimus walks over to Ratchet.

Ratchet not paying attention, screeches, when a servo touches his shoulder. Turning around, Ratchet frowns at the RIDOptimus. “I…did not mean to startle you my old friend…” Ratchet huffs, rubbing his optics. “It's..fine I just have not gotten a lot of recharge…”

RIDOptimus frowns. Ratchet takes notice. “Do not..

Ratchet points to him. “I need to work….and I can handle a few days of no sleep.” Ratchet snaps, turning around. RIDOptimus blinks, forcing himself not to smile. The one thing that can never seem to change is Ratchet’s personality in the multiverse.

Notes:

Thank you all of you for reading this, I was surprised to find out that I have 200 Hundred Views on this.

Ok this chapter i'm quite proud of, and was the hardest. I could not figure out how to write Starscream entering the abandoned building. But I did some research on Transformers tv shows and comics and my god I did not realize how many tv shows and episodes there are.

Next chapter should be either be around Friday or Monday.

Chapter 4

AT THE AUTOBOT BASE
IDW = IDWRodimus
RID2015 = RIDOptimus
PRIME

Optimus and IDWRodimus were answering all the questions posed by their human companions, their expressions serious as they considered the implications of the multiverse’s instability.

“I think you are just paranoid, uh… Optimus?… but we should take this seriously. If other Decepticons could be here from other dimensions, we need proof,” Agent Fowler says, his voice a mix of skepticism and concern. “And like Ratchet is saying, when power shuts off somewhere… it could be someone being sent here.”

Optimus nodded, his optics reflecting the weight of the situation. “The best course of action is to try and pinpoint locations where power shortages have happened and start there. If we have issues like this, so would the Decepticons too,” he said, his voice calm but resolute.

Ratchet, who had been focusing intently on the monitors, turned to address the group. “Indeed. We need to gather data on recent power outages and cross-reference them with any unusual energy readings. This will help us identify potential arrival points for any Cybertronians, whether Autobot or Decepticon,” he explained, his tone methodical.

As Ratchet returned to his work, RIDOptimus quietly excused himself, heading towards the room he had been staying in. The weight of the recent revelations pressed heavily on his mind. The thought of Decepticons from other dimensions potentially being in their world was a troubling one, and he needed a moment to collect his thoughts.

Walking through the dimly lit corridors of the base, RIDOptimus felt a sense of unease. The familiar surroundings now seemed alien, and the uncertainty of their situation gnawed at him. He reached his room and entered, the door sliding shut behind him with a soft hiss.

Inside, the room was empty, a stark contrast to the bustling activity outside. RIDOptimus sat down, his servos resting on his knees as he tried to process everything. The war in his dimension was over, but here, the threat of Decepticons loomed large once again. The image of Unicron controlling Megatron’s frame flashed in his mind, a haunting reminder of the battles they had fought.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. The responsibility of leadership weighed heavily on him, but he knew he couldn’t afford to falter. His team needed him, and he had to be strong for them.

Meanwhile, back in the main control room, the others continued their discussion. “We need to be proactive,” Jack said, his voice firm. “If there’s even a chance that Decepticons are here, we have to be ready.”

Miko nodded in agreement, her usual exuberance tempered by the seriousness of the situation. “Yeah, we can’t let our guard down. We’ve faced Decepticons before, and we can do it again.”

Rafael added, “We should also consider setting up surveillance in key areas. If we can catch any unusual activity on camera, it might give us a lead.”

Optimus listened to their suggestions, his optics reflecting a mix of pride and determination. “You’re right. We need to be vigilant and prepared. Ratchet, start compiling the data on power outages. The rest of us will work on setting up surveillance and preparing for any potential encounters.”

SOMEWHERE
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Deep within a labyrinthine cave system, a white and blue bot sat quietly, meticulously working on repairing their arm. The dim light from the cave’s entrance cast long shadows across the rocky walls, creating an eerie yet serene atmosphere. The bot’s helm was adorned with a green cloth, tied securely around their head, giving them a rugged, battle-worn appearance.

Beside the bot, a white cat-like creature lay sprawled on the ground, its fur blending seamlessly with the pale stone floor. The cat’s eyes were half-closed, its body relaxed as it basked in the cool, subterranean air. Perched on the bot’s shoulder was a bird-like creature, its wings a striking red while its body was a muted gray. The bird’s sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, ever vigilant for any signs of danger.

The bot paused in their work, their servos stilling as they looked up. Their frame was stiff, the toll of countless battles evident in the wear and tear of their armor. Exhaustion was etched into their features, a testament to the relentless struggle they had endured. The bot’s optics flickered with a faint, weary glow as they surveyed the cave, their mind momentarily drifting away from the task at hand.

The cave was a sanctuary, a place of refuge from the chaos of the outside world. Stalactites hung from the ceiling like ancient sentinels, and the distant sound of dripping water echoed through the cavern, creating a soothing, rhythmic backdrop. Despite the tranquility of their surroundings, the bot’s thoughts were far from peaceful. Memories of past conflicts and the uncertainty of the future weighed heavily on their mind.

The white cat-like creature stirred, lifting its head to gaze at the bot with curious, intelligent eyes. It let out a soft, reassuring purr, as if sensing the bot’s inner turmoil. The bird on the bot’s shoulder ruffled its feathers, emitting a low, melodic chirp that echoed softly through the cave.

Taking a deep breath, the bot resumed their work, their movements precise and deliberate. Each adjustment and repair was a small step towards readiness, a necessary preparation for the battles that lay ahead. The green cloth around their helm shifted slightly as they worked.

AT M.E.C.H BASE
ARMADA = ASTARSCREAM
???

 

AStarscream’s optics flickered open weakly, the dim light of his surroundings barely registering in his vision. The relentless torture had finally ceased, leaving him in a state of numb exhaustion. He had lost track of time, all blending into an endless cycle of pain and despair.

His mind, clouded with agony, struggled to form coherent thoughts. The echoes of his torment reverberated through his processor, each memory a sharp reminder of his suffering. AStarscream’s audio receptors picked up distant sounds of screaming and gunfire, but he was too weakened to react. The pain was too overwhelming, and he could only lay there, his optics closing once more in a futile attempt to escape the torment.

The sound of metal footsteps approaching made him open his optics again, albeit with great effort. He turned his head slightly, his vision blurry and unfocused. A figure emerged from the shadows, a mech whose expression shifted from surprise to concern upon seeing him. The bot walked towards him with measured steps, their presence both unfamiliar and oddly comforting.

“Hello… I’m not going to hurt you,” the mech said softly, their voice gentle and reassuring.

“W-who are you?” AStarscream managed to croak out, his voice sounding much hoarser than usual, a testament to the strain he had endured.

“Ahh… you probably need my name,” the mech replied, a hint of a smile in their voice. “My name is Skyfire. I’m going to help you out.”

“W-what,” AStarscream stammered, confusion and disbelief mingling with his pain. Before he could process the situation further, the pain surged through him once more, overwhelming his senses. His optics dimmed as he slipped into unconsciousness, the last thing he saw being Skyfire’s concerned face.

Skyfire knelt beside AStarscream, carefully assessing his injuries. The sight of the battered Seeker filled him with a mix of anger and sorrow. He had seen the aftermath of many battles, but the cruelty inflicted on AStarscream was beyond anything he had encountered… Especially…by humans… Determined to help, Skyfire gently lifted AStarscream, cradling him in his arms as he carried him out of the dark, oppressive chamber.

As they moved through the corridors, Skyfire’s sensors picked up the humans who were getting close.. He knew he had to get AStarscream to safety before they were caught in the crossfire. His steps quickened, his resolve strengthening with each stride.

NEMESIS SHIP
CYBERVERSE - CYBERMegatron
Prime

CYBERMegatron was initially taken aback by the realization, but he quickly accepted it as the only plausible explanation. It made sense when he delved deeper into the situation: he was in another world, another dimension. The concept was not entirely foreign to him, given the countless battles and strange phenomena he had encountered over the eons. However, the implications were vast and complex. Despite the potential challenges, CYBERMegatron did not mind the shift. In fact, he saw it as an opportunity. There was only one issue that gnawed at him—Starscream.

As he walked through the dimly lit halls of the ship, his heavy footsteps echoed off the metallic walls. The ship’s layout was eerily similar to his own, almost a mirror image, yet there were subtle differences that reminded him he was not in his original world. The corridors were filled with mindless drones, their movements mechanical and devoid of the spark of true sentience. This stark contrast to the loyal and cunning mechs he commanded in his own dimension was unsettling.

Passing a gray mech, CYBERMegatron muttered under his breath, “The slimy, stupid worm.” His disdain for Starscream was palpable, a constant thorn in his side. The gray mech’s presence was a reminder of the treachery and incompetence that had plagued him for so long.

As he continued his walk through the ship, he couldn’t help but compare it to his own. The similarities were striking, yet the differences were glaring. His ship was a testament to his power and leadership, filled with capable and loyal Decepticons. This ship, however, was a hollow shell, populated by drones that lacked the initiative and intelligence of true warriors.

CYBERMegatron’s thoughts drifted to the drones. He did not know what to make of them. They were efficient and obedient, but their lack of individuality and creativity was a significant drawback. As long as they left him alone and followed orders, he wouldn’t have any issues. However, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing, a vital spark that made his own Decepticons formidable.

The Decepticons on this ship were already working on plans to address the strange occurrences on this organic planet. There had been numerous power outages, a phenomenon that intrigued and concerned them. CYBERMegatron knew that these outages could be a sign of something more significant—perhaps other Cybertronians being transported to this dimension, just as he had been.

He entered the command center, where several drones were busy analyzing data and coordinating their efforts. The room was filled with the hum of machinery and the soft glow of monitors displaying various readouts. CYBERMegatron approached the central console, his optics scanning the information displayed.

“Report,” he commanded, his voice a deep, authoritative growl.

One of the drones turned to face him, its expressionless faceplate reflecting the dim light. “We have detected multiple power outages across the planet, concentrated in specific regions. These anomalies coincide with unusual energy signatures that suggest the presence of Cybertronian technology.”

CYBERMegatron nodded, his mind racing with possibilities. “Continue monitoring these regions. We need to determine if these energy signatures are from our own or from potential threats. Prepare a reconnaissance team to investigate further.”

The drone saluted and returned to its task, leaving CYBERMegatron to ponder the situation. The convergence of dimensions had created a complex and unpredictable environment. He knew that he had to be vigilant and strategic to navigate this new reality successfully.

As he stood there, contemplating their next move, his thoughts returned to Starscream. The treacherous Seeker had always been a source of frustration, but in this new world, the stakes were even higher. CYBERMegatron knew that he had to keep a close eye on Starscream, ensuring that his ambitions did not jeopardize their mission.

With a final glance at the monitors, CYBERMegatron turned and left the command center.

SOMEWHERE
BAYVERSE= BAYSTARSCREAM

BayStarscream and BayMegatron landed heavily in the mouth of a dark, foreboding cave. Without a moment’s hesitation, BayMegatron grabbed BayStarscream by his wing and began to drag him deeper into the cave. “L-Lord Megatron, do you think you could possibly let go of my win—AGH!” BayStarscream’s plea was cut short as BayMegatron tightened his grip on the wing, causing a sharp jolt of pain.

“Starscream, shut UP!” BayMegatron bellowed, his voice echoing off the cave walls.

BayStarscream fell silent, his fear of confined spaces intensifying with each step they took into the cave. Being a Seeker, he was accustomed to the open skies, not the claustrophobic confines of a cave. His optics darted around nervously, the shadows playing tricks on his mind.

“L-Lord Megatron—” he began again, but BayMegatron turned and shot him a glare that could melt steel. “Shut your mouth,” the glare seemed to say. “May I ask what we are doing here?” BayStarscream managed to squeak out, his voice trembling.

“I’m getting a strange signal, Starscream. We are going to investigate it,” BayMegatron replied, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The cave seemed to close in on BayStarscream, the walls pressing in from all sides. He took deep, shaky vents, trying to calm himself. “Take deep vents, Starscream. You’ve gone through so much worse. This is nothing compared to the things you have gone through,” he muttered to himself, trying to muster some courage.

They continued deeper into the cave, BayMegatron leading the way with a determined stride. The path was obstructed by rocks and debris, but BayMegatron smashed through them with ease, his powerful fists reducing the obstacles to rubble. Finally, they emerged into a clearing, a large cavern illuminated by an eerie blue glow.

“Someone’s been down here, a long time ago,” BayMegatron observed, his optics scanning the cavern. Blue crystals jutted out from the rocks, their glow casting strange shadows on the walls. BayMegatron stepped towards one of the crystals and punched the rock it was embedded in, causing the crystal to pop out.

“Starscream, grab it,” BayMegatron ordered.

“M-Me!?” BayStarscream stammered, his optics wide with fear.

“WHO ELSE, STARSCREAM!?” BayMegatron roared, causing BayStarscream to scramble towards the blue crystal. He picked it up slowly, studying its glowing surface with trepidation.

“Eat it,” BayMegatron commanded.

“W-What! B-But my lord, are you sure? It could be poisonous!” BayStarscream protested, his voice shaking.

“Do I look like I care?” BayMegatron snarled, his patience wearing thin. He grabbed the glowing blue crystal and, with a swift motion, seized BayStarscream by the neck. Slamming him into the ground, BayMegatron forced the crystal down BayStarscream’s throat.

BayStarscream cried out, the taste of the crystal bitter and foul. “EGH! I-It tastes horrible!” he sputtered, trying to spit out the remnants of the crystal. BayMegatron climbed off him, watching intently for any signs of offlining.

As BayStarscream continued to gag and spit, trying to rid himself of the wretched taste, BayMegatron observed him closely. “Your fuel has been raised,” he stated, his tone matter-of-fact.

“Fuel! T-That is no fuel!” BayStarscream screeched.

SOMEWHERE
????
????

A swirling portal opened up in the middle of a forest, spitting out a mech who landed face-first on the ground with a heavy thud. Confused and disoriented, the mech slowly lifted their head, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. Tall trees loomed overhead, their branches swaying gently in the breeze, casting dappled shadows on the forest floor.

The mech groaned as they pushed themselves up, rubbing their face to clear the dirt and leaves. “Hello?” they called out, their voice echoing through the silent forest. They looked around, their optics scanning the area for any signs of life. Slowly, they began to walk in a random direction, their steps hesitant and unsure. “Optimus Prime, Ratchet? Is anyone here?” they shouted, their voice tinged with desperation.

Panic set in as the mech realized they were alone in an unknown place. They started to run, their fear driving them deeper into the forest. The underbrush snagged at their legs, and the uneven ground made their steps unsteady. Suddenly, they tripped over a fallen tree, crashing down hard. The impact knocked the wind out of them, and they lay there for a moment, groaning in pain.

A sudden sound made the mech’s helm shoot upwards. The unmistakable hum of a blaster powering on filled the air. In front of them stood a whitish-grey mech, their helm black and parts of their legs the same dark color. Big blue blasters were attached to their arms, glowing ominously.

What stopped the smaller mech in their tracks was the sight of a Decepticon logo on the newcomer’s chest, but it was red instead of the usual purple. The mech had the unmistakable shape of Megatron, but something was different. “W-Who are you?” the mech on the ground stammered, their voice trembling.

“Stay down, Autobot. I do not want to hurt you. Just leave, and we can avoid any further conflict,” the whitish-gray mech said, their voice surprisingly calm and measured.

The smaller mech scrambled to their feet, their movements frantic. They turned and ran in the opposite direction, their fear propelling them forward. The whitish-gray mech watched them go, rubbing their face wearily. They were clearly exhausted, while being thrown into whatever this place is not only from the physical strain of being thrown into this strange place but also from the unexpected encounter with the Autobot.

The mech’s leg throbbed with pain, a reminder of the rough landing they had endured. From being slammed into a rock while being thrown into whatever this place is. They had not anticipated running into an Autobot so soon, especially one who seemed as terrified as they were. Deciding it was best to leave before more Autobots showed up, the mech transformed into a sleek jet and took off, flying in the opposite direction of the fleeing Autobot.

As they soared above the forest, the mech’s mind raced with thoughts of what had just transpired. The red Decepticon logo was a mystery, and the presence of Autobots in this dimension was an unsettling development. They needed to find a safe place to regroup and figure out their next move.

The forest below stretched out endlessly, a sea of green broken only by the occasional clearing. The mech flew on, determined to put as much distance as possible between themselves and the Autobot. They knew that in this strange new world, caution was their best ally.

Notes:

Ok this went actually pretty good, I now am getting ideas of how this is going. I'm actually proud of this chapter and was able to write it pretty easily. Ideas are just flooding my brain. And I should be able to write more because I just got the big chunk of my school dealt with.

 

And I have decided that a new chapter should happen every Monday unless something happens.

Chapter 5

SOMEWHERE IN NEW YORK
TRANSFORMERS INFILTRATION = INRATCHET

The sun had not yet risen when INRatchet awoke. Inside, three young humans slept soundly, unaware of the early hour. Ratchet, feeling the weight of exhaustion, kept trying to establish contact with someone back at the base. This situation was far from ideal for him. Being stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic was enough to test anyone’s patience, and Ratchet was no exception.

He sighed, adjusting his rearview mirror to get a better view of the sleeping humans. None of them had any idea how they had ended up in this predicament. They had been driving along, minding their own business, when suddenly a spinning vortex appeared out of nowhere, latching onto them and pulling them in. The experience had been disorienting and terrifying, and nearly crashing into a wall upon their arrival had only added to the chaos.

A loud horn blared, jolting the three humans awake. “Uhhhg… W-What time is it?” Hunter groaned, rubbing his eyes and trying to shake off the remnants of sleep.

“It’s too early for this!” Verity complained, laying her head against the window and closing her eyes in an attempt to go back to sleep.

“I’m truly sorry that you all got stuck in this with me,” Ratchet said, his voice filled with genuine regret.

“Hey Ratchet, we all agreed to help you guys. None of us would have thought a black hole would drag us here,” Jimmy replied, trying to reassure the weary Autobot.

After what felt like an eternity, the sun began to rise, casting a soft glow over the landscape. Ratchet finally managed to navigate out of the congested traffic. “Oh thank god we got out!” Hunter exclaimed, relief evident in his voice.

Ratchet hummed in agreement, feeling a small sense of accomplishment. However, their relief was short-lived. “RATCHET, LOOK OUT!” Hunter suddenly shouted, his voice filled with alarm.

Ratchet’s sensors instantly picked up the danger, and he swerved sharply to avoid it. Despite his best efforts, the ambulance collided with something—or someone. The impact was jarring, and Ratchet quickly transformed, his form shifting from vehicle to robot mode as he assessed the situation.

The three humans scrambled out of the ambulance, their faces pale with shock. “What did we hit?” Verity asked, her voice trembling.

Ratchet scanned the area, his optics narrowing as he focused on the figure lying on the ground. It was a human. The human groaned in pain. “Fuck you ran over someone.” Jimmy whispered.

“Oh fuck we are going to jail. Yo- You, how do you run over someone?! You're a damn ambulance!” Hunter says, holding his head. INRatchet is in his holoform, worried.

“Lets..not just blame Ratchet, we were not paying attention.” Jimmy says.

 

SOMEWHERE IN LOS VEGAS.
BUMBLEBEE

Charlie walked through the bustling streets, her thoughts racing uncontrollably. “Is Bee okay? Was it a Decepticon? Where am I?” she wondered, her mind a whirlwind of worry and confusion. “Of course, Charlie, you have to have the worst luck in the entire world,” she muttered to herself, frustration evident in her voice.

She entered a small convenience store, the bell above the door jingling softly as she stepped inside. The fluorescent lights cast a harsh glow over the aisles, and the faint hum of a refrigerator filled the air. Approaching the counter, she asked the employee, “Excuse me, can you tell me where I am?”

“Las Vegas,” the employee replied, barely looking up from their magazine.

Charlie sighed. She had lost count of how many times she had asked that question. Each time, the answer was the same, but it still felt surreal. “I need a plan. I need a taxi,” she thought, trying to gather her scattered thoughts.

She stepped back outside, the early morning sun just beginning to rise, casting long shadows on the pavement. The city was slowly coming to life, with people starting their day and the sounds of traffic filling the air.

Charlie went by the curb, waving to taxi’s and within minutes, a yellow cab pulled up to the curb. She climbed into the back seat, the leather cool against her skin. “Where to?” the driver asked, glancing at her in the rearview mirror.

“Take me….to California” Charlie admitted.

As the taxi pulled away from the curb, Charlie leaned back and closed her eyes, trying to calm her racing thoughts. She needed to find Bee and figure out what had happened. The city sped by outside the window, a blur of lights and colors. Charlie knew she had a long day ahead of her, but she was determined to find answers.

SOMEWHERE
????

A portal appeared and disappeared as quickly as it had come, leaving three mechs sprawled on the ground. “Now isn’t this just lovely!” one of the mechs exclaimed, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Ultra Magnus, sir? Are you okay?” another mech asked, hurrying over to the largest of the three. The bot named Ultra Magnus slowly stood up, shaking off the disorientation.

“Where are we?” Ultra Magnus asked, his optics scanning the unfamiliar surroundings.

“I believe we are on the dirt planet Optimus’ team strives on,” the first mech replied, his tone annoyed. “I bet it was Decepticons. They are always behind everything!”

“If we are on Earth, we should try and find Optimus Prime’s team,” the second mech suggested, his voice filled with determination.

“Indeed, we—” Ultra Magnus began, but his optics squinted as he spotted something in the distance. “Decepticons,” he growled. All three mechs turned to see a massive ship, larger than any they had seen before, heading straight for them.

“Stand your ground!” Ultra Magnus commanded, slamming his hammer into the ground. Jets flew out of the ship, landing with a thud around them. “Autobots,” one of the Decepticons sneered. “So Soundwave’s idea was right,” the largest of them said, grinning menacingly.

“I, Sentinel Prime, will not be taken down by Decepticons!” Sentinel Prime declared, stepping forward with defiance.

“Sentinel Prime? Now that’s just hilarious,” they laughed. “Quite indeed. See, I killed Sentinel Prime in this dimension. I think I will enjoy killing another! Capture them, I’ll deal with Sentinel Prime!” he yelled.

Blasters fired at the Autobots, but a shield appeared, blocking the shots. The gray mech charged at them, transforming into a jet and shooting from behind. “Sentinel Prime!” Sentinel had no time to dodge as he was grabbed and lifted into the air. “Let me go!” he screamed.

“No, I do not think I will—Agh!” The gray mech was interrupted as he was shot, dropping Sentinel to the ground.

“AHHH!” Sentinel screamed, slamming into the ground. “Sentinel Prime, are you okay?” the smaller bot asked, rushing to his side.

Lightning struck the bots around Ultra Magnus. “Sentinel Prime, are you okay?” Ultra Magnus shouted.

“Yes, sir. Just sore,” Sentinel replied, wincing.

The gray jet came flying straight at Ultra Magnus, shooting at him and tackling him to the ground. “ULTRA MAGNUS!” the smaller mech cried out.

Using the hammer’s handle to defend himself, Ultra Magnus struggled against the grey mech. One of the gray mech’s servos transformed into a sword, aiming to stab Ultra Magnus in the chest. “Ultra Magnus, huh? I do not think he’s been killed yet, but I’ll kill you instead!” the gray mech snarled.

Ultra Magnus’ optics widened in shock as the gray mech plunged his free servo into his side. “THE AUTOBOTS ARE HERE!” a mech screamed out. The gray mech grinned. “Retreat!” he yelled. The duo ran towards him. “Are you okay, sir?” Sentinel growled as the newcomers transformed in front of him.

“One of them is hurt!” “Come with us, we have a lot to explain,” the tallest bot said.

Ratchet was preparing the medbay for the newcomer, planning to have enough room, but in seconds that thought left his mind seeing the newcomers. “Wooh! They look cool!” Miko exclaimed. “Get him on the berth,” Ratchet ordered as Bulkhead and Optimus dragged Ultra Magnus’ limp form.

Laying him down on the berth, IDWRodimus and RIDOptimus walked in. “Nope, none of them are my bots,” IDWRodimus said. “No, none of them are mine either,” RIDOptimus added.

“Can I ask what your guys’ names are?” IDWRodimus inquired, walking towards them. “My name is Sentinel Prime, that is Jazz, and that is the ruler of Cybertron, Ultra Magnus,” Sentinel Prime introduced.

Everyone stopped. “Nope, they are not mine at all,” IDWRodimus reiterated.

“Ultra Magnus, as the ruler of Cybertron?” Ratchet said out loud. “That would be a nightmare.”

“Okay, uh, you two, can you come with me and I’ll explain everything to you,” IDWRodimus said. The three of them walked off.

Ratchet focused back on the bleeding mech in front of him. “I wonder how our Ultra Magnus would react to hearing that in another world he is the leader of Cybertron,” Optimus mused. Ratchet hummed in agreement.

“What a load of crap,” Sentinel Prime said. “You’re saying that we are all in another dimension is downright stupid!” IDWRodimus looked at them. “I know it’s hard to believe, but you are in another dimension. That mech that tried to kill you guys was Megatron.”

“Sentinel… maybe we should believe them. I know it’s hard to wrap our helms around this, but it might be true,” Jazz said.

“Seriously, you know! What next are you going to say that is stupid!” Sentinel shouted at Jazz.

“Enough. I know this is hard to believe, but you are all in another dimension, and we believe you are not the only ones,” RIDOptimus said.

Sentinel growled and stomped off. “I’m truly sorry about him… if we are in another dimension… this is not a good thing. We were heading to Cybertron to warn the others that Megatron was planning on attacking,” Jazz explained.

Jazz, RIDOptimus, and IDWRodimus all walked back into the main room. Everyone was there. Bulkhead was by the main entrance, Arcee by Bulkhead, Bee standing by the humans, and Sentinel right next to Ratchet, demanding to know what was going on.

Ultra Magnus slowly online, his frame aching. His optics opened to see mechs staring at him. “Ah, you are awake,” the orange and white bot said. Sitting up slowly, his optics landed on Sentinel and Jazz. “Sir, are you okay?” Jazz asked, walking towards him.

“I am fine, Jazz… just my mind is a little fuzzy,” Ultra Magnus replied.

“That’s what happens when you get stabbed and almost bleed out,” the medic said.

“Bleed… out?” Ultra Magnus asked, confused.

“You were stabbed, sir, but you are fine now,” Jazz reassured him.

“Hi, uh, names Rodimus, and I just wanted to let you know what’s going on. So basically, you are in another dimension, and that mech that tried to kill you was Megatron, their Megatron, and he almost did,” IDWRodimus explained.

“It’s true, I believe, sir,” Jazz confirmed.

Notes:

Thank you all! I was surprised again to see over 400 hits.

I’ve been thinking about creating another fanfic. Basically it would be a neutral Starscream. I’ve been thinking about it ever since I woke up. But I hope you guys like this chapter, I did not mean for the three of them to be the main focus of this chapter. But I finally have a somewhat of a plan now.

Chapter 6

AT THE BASE
IDW- IDWRODIMUS
RID2015-RIDOPTIMUS
ANIMATED-ANJAZZ,

It was one day after the whole event with the newest members of team prime.
Sentinel Prime immediately started to rant when he found out that Optimus Prime was basically a leader to the Autobots. When the humans went to talk to him he would freak out.

Jazz, on the other hand, integrated seamlessly with everyone. He was approachable and answered as many questions as he could, even going so far as to demonstrate his alt mode to the humans. Jazz took a liking to this world, but was taken back by the fact that the war is still going on.

Ultra Magnus was between. He did not speak to the humans, and when he spoke it was to Optimus.

When they were taken to the room where RIDOptimus and IDWRodimus were staying, AnSentinel did not take it well. Sitting down, anger radiated off of him.

NEW YORK
INFILTRATION =INRATCHET

 

“Did we kill him?” Jimmy asked, poking the unconscious figure on the ground.

“I do not know,” INRatchet murmured, his voice tinged with concern.

“I-I can’t believe it! You hit someone!” Hunter exclaimed, his voice rising in disbelief. “You are a car, you should be able to avoid hitting someone!”

The young man on the ground groaned and rubbed his head, slowly coming to. “Uhhh, what happened?” he asked, his voice groggy.

“I hit you,” INRatchet admitted, his tone apologetic.

“Y-You hit me?” the human repeated, his eyes widening as they focused on the vehicle in front of him. He noticed the Autobot symbol emblazoned on it. “You are an Autobot?”

INRatchet was taken aback by the question. His holoform flickered and then disappeared, causing the human to jump in surprise. “W-what?” the young man stammered.

“How do you know what an Autobot is?” INRatchet says.

“I’m friends with Optimus?” He says.

SOMEWHERE
?????????

A black semi-truck roared onto the scene, its engine growling as it came to a halt. With a series of mechanical whirs and clicks, the vehicle began to transform, revealing a towering mech. The ground around them was littered with energon and scorch marks where blaster shots had seared the earth.

The mech knelt down, their movements precise and deliberate. They dipped their fingers into the pool of energon, examining it closely. The liquid shimmered in the light, a stark contrast to the dark, charred ground. The mechanoid’s optics flickered as they looked up at the sky, their expression unreadable.

Without a word, the mech transformed back into their vehicle mode, the transformation smooth and practiced. The black semi-truck revved its engine once more and took off in another direction, leaving the scene behind in a cloud of dust and lingering tension.

SOMEWHERE
ARMADA - ASTARSCREAM
?????

AStarscream woke up, disoriented and groggy. His helm ached, and his optics burned as they adjusted to the harsh light. His entire frame felt battered and bruised, reminiscent of the time Megatron had beaten him so mercilessly. As his optics gradually adjusted to his surroundings, he took in the chaotic scene around him.

The area was a mess, with stains of energon pooling on the ground, mingling with scattered scrap metal and random tools strewn everywhere. It was clear that a battle or some kind of struggle had taken place here.

As AStarscream’s optics scanned the room, they landed on a mech pacing back and forth. The mech looked damaged, with visible dents and scorch marks all over their frame. They seemed agitated, their movements restless and anxious.

AStarscream attempted to move, but a sharp pain in his chest caused him to cry out, alerting the other mech to his awakening. The mech immediately rushed over, their expression softening with concern. “Easy, it’s okay… you’re okay,” they reassured him, their voice gentle and soothing.

AStarscream stared at the mech in front of him, trying to make sense of the situation. “W-Who…” he began, his voice weak and strained.

“Shhhh, my name is Skyfire, and I patched you up,” the mech, now identified as Skyfire, said softly. “Just go back to recharge.”

SOMEWHERE
G1 Cartoon = G1Optimus

G1Optimus and G1Bumblebee drove along a winding road, as they made their way back to their base.

As they finally reached the area, both of them came to a halt, their optics widening in disbelief. The ship, which should have been a familiar sight, was nowhere to be found. The space where their base should have been was empty, leaving them dumbstruck.

“Could it be Decepticons, Optimus?” G1Bumblebee asked, his voice tinged with worry as he stared at the vacant spot where their base should have stood.

“I… do not know,” G1Optimus replied, his tone heavy with uncertainty.

“Have you got anyone to respond at all?” G1Bumblebee inquired, hoping for some sign of their comrades.

“No, this… does not make any sense,” G1Optimus said, shaking his head in confusion. “Just stay close.”

With a sense of unease settling over them, the two Autobot sensors on high alert as they tried to make sense of the baffling situation.

SOMEWHERE
??????

A portal suddenly appeared in the sky, swirling with vibrant colors before vanishing just as quickly as it had come. Leaving a jet free-falling, plummeting towards the ocean. The jet screeched and jerked upwards, desperately trying to stabilize itself.

As the jet spun uncontrollably, the vast expanse of water below approached at an alarming rate. The water’s surface grew larger and larger, rushing up to meet the falling aircraft.

With a final, determined effort, the jet managed to regain control, narrowly avoiding plunging into the water. The jet transformed mid-air, gasping for breath as it stabilized itself.

“HOLY PRIMUS!” the jet exclaimed, its voice filled with shock and confusion. “What was that?!” It looked around frantically, trying to spot any clues or signs of what had just happened.

A sudden bark caught the jet’s attention. Opening its cockpit, it extended a servo down, and a small dog eagerly jumped out. “You okay?!” the jet asked, its voice laced with worry.

The dog barked in response, seemingly unharmed.

“Okay, Buster, let’s try and figure out where we are!” the jet said, determination replacing the initial shock. Gently placing the dog back into the cockpit, the jet transformed once more.

NEMESIS
?????????

“Lord Megatron! Soundwave has obtained more coordinates,” Breakdown announced, his voice filled with urgency.

Megatron turned around, a sinister grin spreading across his face. “Good,” he replied, his tone dripping with satisfaction. “Starscream!”

Starscream hurried into the room, his posture tense. “Yes, Lord Megatron?” he responded, his voice apprehension.

“Go to these coordinates,” Megatron commanded, his optics gleaming with determination. “Whoever is there, capture them before the Autobots do!”

“Yes… Lord… Megatron,” Starscream replied, his voice wavering slightly. He transformed into his jet mode and took off, heading towards the specified location. Ever since the recent events, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was being watched.

Upon reaching the coordinates, Starscream transformed back into his root mode, scanning the area. Ahead lay a small town, seemingly quiet and unassuming. The coordinates pointed directly to the heart of the town.

Grumbling to himself, Starscream transformed back into his jet mode and flew above the town, his sensors on high alert. As he soared through the sky, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was amiss. Transforming back into his root mode, he landed in the town, his heavy footsteps causing the ground to tremble and the houses too.

He peered into the houses, noticing that they were eerily empty. There were no signs of life, no organics to be found. As he stepped back, he suddenly bumped into something solid. Starscream cried out in pain as his wings were squeezed tightly. Jerking his body away from the attacker, his optics widened in shock.

Standing before him was a massive jet, even larger than Optimus Prime. The jet’s frame was a menacing combination of purple and black, and a wicked grin spread across its face. Starscream’s optics were drawn to the symbol on the jet’s chest – an Autobot symbol, but colored purple.

The jet lunged at him, and Starscream screeched in alarm, narrowly dodging the attack. He transformed and took off, but the jet pursued him relentlessly, firing shots in his direction. “Come here, little Decepticon! I promise I’ll make it quick!” the jet taunted, its voice filled with malice.

Starscream frantically yelled over the comms, “I NEED A GROUND BRIDGE N–” His plea was cut short as the larger jet slammed into him. Both of them transformed, and the bigger jet grabbed Starscream, squeezing him tightly.

Starscream cried out in pain, his wings being crushed in the jet’s grip. The jet grinned at him, its expression sadistic. With a swift motion, the jet ripped off Starscream’s wings, causing him to scream in agony. The jet then let go, allowing Starscream to fall, but he was caught by Soundwave, who had arrived just in time.

Soundwave stared at the larger jet, his expression unreadable. The jet charged at them, but Soundwave quickly created a ground bridge, sending the jet into an unknown area. He then looked down at the injured seeker and created another ground bridge to transport them to safety.

Megatron would not be pleased with this development. Whoever the jet was, they seemed to have a personal vendetta against Starscream. Wings were like an extra limb to them, incredibly sensitive and vital. A bird with a broken wing would be the first to die, and now the jet had what was once Starscream’s wings.

Notes:

Thank you for 600 hits!

I hope you all like this chapter! I might redo this chapter later, I’m really bad at writing fight scenes and could not for the life of me write out Starscream and mystery mech fight.

Chapter 7

SOMEWHERE
BAYVERSE-BAYMEGATRON

BayStarscream flew behind BayMegatron, following him closely. Neither of them have any idea what was going on, and BayStarscream’s mind raced as he thought back to the moments before the shiny portal had appeared. Could it have been the Autobots? Or perhaps the organic species that inhabited this planet?

They landed and transformed, and BayMegatron grabbed BayStarscream, dragging him forward and pointing.

BayStarscream looked around in confusion. In front of him stood an oddly shaped mech. Was it even a mech? BayStarscream couldn’t tell. The figure was all black with grey accents, their windows tinted red, and blue headlights glowing ominously.

“They… they look different,” BayStarscream managed to say quietly, his voice filled with uncertainty. BayMegatron nodded his helm in agreement.

The mech turned to face them, and BayStarscream’s optics widened in shock. “Slag!” he thought.

“MEGATRON!” the mech yelled, charging at the duo with surprising speed. BayMegatron’s servo transformed into a blaster, and he fired at the approaching mech. The mech dodged the shot and tackled BayMegatron to the ground, slamming his fist into BayMegatron’s face repeatedly.

“LORD MEGATRON!” BayStarscream yelled out in surprise, his voice filled with panic. “YOU ARE WEAKER THAN MINE!” the mech taunted, continuing to pummel BayMegatron. BayMegatron snarled in response.

A missile fired and exploded nearby. “ARE YOU STUPID, STARSCREAM?!” BayMegatron shouted, his voice filled with frustration. “Uhhh… Lord… Megatron…” Starscream stammered.

The mech emerged from the smoke, seemingly unscathed by the missile blast. “STARSCREAM, RETREAT!” BayMegatron yells, transforming and taking off into the sky.

Starscream hesitated for a moment before transforming and following Megatron, his mind racing with questions about the mysterious mech and the strange events that had just unfolded.

SOMEWHERE
INFILTRATION
BAYVERSE AKA SAM

“How do you know that name?!?” InRatchet demands, his voice filled with suspicion.

“I am friends with them,” the boy replied, his tone calm and confident. “What’s your name? Maybe I could tell you if Optimus mentioned you,” he added, looking up at the towering Autobot.

“Ratchet,” InRatchet responded, his optics narrowing.

The boy blinked in surprise. “No, you’re not Ratchet,” he said, shaking his head.

“Uhhh… what’s going on?” Hunter interjected, his confusion evident.

“I can assure you that I’m Ratchet. I think I would know my own name,” InRatchet said, his voice tinged with annoyance.

“No, Ratchet is yellow,” the boy insisted. “What’s your name?” Verity asked, stepping forward.

“Sam,” the boy replied,his gaze shifting between the Autobots.

“We should take him with us, Ratchet,” Jimmy suggested. “If he knows about you, or whatever this is, we should take him with us.”

“I… Wait… what? I’m not going with any of you!” Sam declared, his voice rising in panic. “You guys are probably Decepticons!” he accused, backing away.

Sam suddenly turned and bolted, running as fast as he could. “HEY!” Hunter yelled, his voice echoing through the area. InRatchet quickly transformed into his vehicle mode.

AT BASE

ANJazz stood by the human area, listening intently to their stories. They recounted how they had helped defeat the scraplets or how they had first met the bots. ANJazz smiled warmly, enjoying the camaraderie and the shared experiences. Suddenly, someone walked in, causing everyone to turn their heads. RIDOptimus stopped in his tracks and forced a smile.

“Hey!” ANJazz greeted cheerfully.

“Hey?” RIDOptimus replied, his voice uncertain as he tried to find the right words.

IDWRodimus entered the main room and made his way towards Ratchet. “Hey Ratchet… I was wondering if I could go outside, you know, so I can transform,” he asked, his tone hopeful.

Ratchet hummed in response, not taking his optics off the screen. “Sure, be safe,” he said absentmindedly.

IDWRodimus frowned slightly, feeling a bit ignored. “I actually have a question… if you don’t mind me asking,” he continued, trying to get Ratchet’s attention.

Ratchet remained silent, focused on typing away on the keyboard. “Are you in a relationship?” IDWRodimus asked, his voice hesitant.

Ratchet stopped abruptly, startled by the unexpected question. “W-What?!” he managed to say, his optics wide with surprise.

Everyone in the room paused, their attention now fully on the conversation. “I’m just wondering! My Ratchet is, and I-I uhhhhh…” IDWRodimus trailed off, feeling awkward.

“Who would want to be in a relationship with Ratchet?” Miko blurts out, her curiosity getting the better of her.

“Miko!” Jack yelled, trying to rein her in.

“But who is the bot? Tell meeee!” Miko exclaimed, excited by the revelation that in another world, Ratchet was in a relationship.

“His name is Drift… I was just wondering… but I can tell you are not…” IDWRodimus said, his voice trailing off as he observed Ratchet’s reaction.

Ratchet turned back to face the screen, a blush spreading across his face. The unexpected question had clearly flustered him.

“OHHH TELL ME ABOUT DRIFT!” Miko demanded eagerly.

“Ok!” IDWRodimus replies.

 

SOMEWHERE
????????

A white, blue, and black jet soared through the sky, its engines roaring as it approached a mountain. With a swift transformation, the jet landed gracefully by an opening in the rocky terrain. “Soundwave…?” the mech called out, his voice echoing in the stillness.

He stood there for a while, waiting patiently until a silhouette emerged from the shadows, walking towards him. “Megatron!?” the mech exclaimed, his optics widening in surprise. “Slag!” they both said simultaneously, rushing towards each other and embracing in a tight hug.

“How did you find me?” The Soundwave asked, his voice filled with relief.

“Tracker,” The Megatron replied simply. Soundwave nodded in understanding. “Follow me,” he said, leading Megatron deeper into the mountain.

As they walked, they entered a vast open area. A cat-like transformer was curled up in one corner, while a bird-like transformer flew above, keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings.

“It seems like our comms are not working, so I’ve been working on trying to solve this issue,” Soundwave explained, his tone serious. Megatron nodded, taking in the situation.

“Were you taken by that swirly vortex thing?” The Soundwave asked, his curiosity evident.

“Indeed, I was,” The Megatron confirmed, his voice steady.

“My tanks are getting lower,” The Soundwave admitted, his concern growing. “Have you found any energon?”

“The energon I have found looks different… different like shining blue… bright blue,” The Soundwave said, leading The Megatron towards a collection of the unusual energon.

“Have you tried it?” The Megatron inquired, his optics narrowing as he examined the glowing substance.

“No, I have not… I’ve tried it on different things… it does not seem to be an acid, but when I tried to locate energon, this is what I’ve found… so far,” The Soundwave explained, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

SOMEWHERE

A portal suddenly opened, spitting out a purple mech who plunged into a lake, sinking rapidly to the bottom. With determined strides, they walked to the surface, their anger radiating off them in palpable waves.

As they emerged from the water, they looked around, their anger slowly giving way to confusion.

“Hmm… it looks like I’m on Earth again. Very strange…” they mused, beginning to walk in a random direction.

As they trudged through the forest, tree branches snapped underfoot and brushed against their frame. They extended their servos to push the branches away, preventing them from slapping their optics.

Grunting in annoyance, they stepped on something that got caught between their peds. Looking down while still walking, they didn’t notice a low-hanging limb and walked straight into it.

“Ahggg, slagging Primus fragging tree,” they cursed, rubbing their helm in irritation.

Ducking around the offending limb, they finally made it to a clearing. In the distance, a small town came into view. Deciding to head towards it, they noted that the town was quite small, reminiscent of something out of a country movie.

“This could be good,” they thought. “No Autobots should be on Earth. I might as well use this to my advantage for Lord Megatron to win the war…”

Notes:

So I almost did not realize it was Monday today. Last week was so crazy, so I hope this is not too rushed. Also Thank you for 700 hits.

Chapter 8

NEMESIS

Two days had slowly dragged by since Starscream's brutal attack, and no one knew any solid details about it. The only clear fact was that Starscream had journeyed to those cursed coordinates and had frantically called for help.

When Soundwave had arrived at the chaotic scene, it was a sight that chilled even his circuits. Starscream was plummeting from the sky, his body battered and broken. His attacker, relentless and fierce, was in hot pursuit, bearing down on him like a predator on wounded prey. Without a moment’s hesitation, Soundwave swiftly created a ground bridge. The swirling portal opened, capturing both the vengeful attacker and Starscream’s severed wings before closing with a final, definitive snap.

Upon returning to the Nemesis, Soundwave wasted no time. He hurried to Knockout, the medic of the Decepticon ranks, and gently laid the injured Seeker on the berth. Starscream’s frame lay there, devoid of its once proud wings, now looking more like a shattered fragment of the warrior he used to be.

Hours later, Megatron was made aware of the attack. His crimson optics burned with curiosity and anger. How did this happen? Who had dared to attack one of his warriors so mercilessly? Soundwave, ever loyal and diligent, was unable to provide any answers. They turned to CyberMegatron, hoping for a clue, a hint of recognition. But the large Decepticon could only shake his head. “I do not recognize the attacker,” he stated grimly.

SOMEWHERE
ARMADA- ASTARSCREAM
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AStarscream awoke with his mind foggy and disoriented. He struggled to sit up, his optics scanning his unfamiliar surroundings. Confusion clouded his thoughts, making it difficult to piece together his fragmented memories. He could only manage to recall a faint image of someone.

With a groan, AStarscream attempted to stand, but his weakened legs gave out beneath him, causing him to collapse to the ground. The impact was jarring, and he gasped in pain as he landed face-first. Rolling onto his back, he wheezed, “F-ffrag! That-Oh Primus, the pain–” His optics drifted to his chest, tracing a weld mark on his cockpit.

Grimacing, he continued to examine his frame, noting the numerous injuries scattered across his body. Each wound told a story of battle and suffering.

The sound of approaching ped steps interrupted his inspection. Turning his helm towards the noise, AStarscream’s optics narrowed as a massive mech entered the room, carrying a crate.

“W-who are you…?” AStarscream’s voice was shaky and uncertain, catching the larger mech off guard.

The mech nearly dropped the crates in surprise. “Oh! You’re awake!” they exclaimed, setting the crates down and moving closer to AStarscream. They frowned as they took in his battered condition.

Kneeling down beside him, the mech’s presence caused AStarscream to let out a low growl. “W-who are you and what do you want!?” he demanded, his voice a mixture of fear and defiance.

“Easy… I’m not going to hurt you,” the mech said gently, their tone filled with sincerity and reassurance. “My name is Skyfire, and I was captured by those people… which I managed to escape from. I hope I didn’t hurt anyone in the process, but while I was trying to get away, I found you.”

Skyfire’s explanation was accompanied by a look of genuine concern. AStarscream studied the mech, his defensive posture gradually relaxing as he sensed no immediate threat. The pain in his body was a constant reminder of his vulnerability, but Skyfire’s gentle demeanor offered a glimmer of hope.

Despite his initial apprehension, AStarscream allowed himself to be helped by the larger mech.

 

SOMEWHERE WITH BAYVERSE
BAYVERSE- BAYMEGATRON

BayStarscream sat by the serene lake, his optics fixated on his distorted reflection in the water. The stillness of the scene was a stark contrast to the whirlwind of thoughts racing through his processor. He barely registered BayMegatron’s booming voice in the background, too engrossed in his own musings. The water’s surface, rippling ever so slightly, mirrored his confused expression as he pondered their current predicament.

Lost in thought, BayStarscream was abruptly yanked back to reality when a powerful hand gripped his helm and forcefully plunged his face into the frigid water. He sputtered and choked, his optics stinging from the sudden shock. Coughing violently, he jerked his helm up, droplets of water streaming down his faceplate as he frantically scanned his surroundings.

Standing over him, brimming with uncontained fury, was BayMegatron. His optics blazed with an intensity that made BayStarscream instinctively recoil.

“My… lord, what was that for?!” BayStarscream’s voice quivered with a mixture of shock and bewilderment.

“You were too busy staring at an ugly mech to listen to me!” BayMegatron’s voice dripped with disdain, each word like a physical blow.

BayStarscream winced at the harsh rebuke. “Megatron seems to scream more than I do,” he thought bitterly, an ironic realization that only deepened his humiliation.

“I’M TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT IS GOING ON, BUT NO, YOU ARE TOO BUSY STARING AT YOURSELF WHEN WE ARE LOST WITH STRANGE MECHS TRYING TO KILL US!” BayMegatron bellowed, his anger palpable as he seized BayStarscream’s shoulders, shaking him with a force that rattled his entire frame.

“L-Lord… Megatron, I know this is not ideal… but we can figure things out!” BayStarscream stammered, his optics wide with fear as he struggled to placate his enraged leader.

BayMegatron’s optics bore into him, filled with scorn and incredulity. “Figure things out?! You are the last mech that could figure things out!” he snarled, the venom in his voice making BayStarscream flinch.

With a final, dismissive shove, BayMegatron sent BayStarscream sprawling into the lake. BayStarscream landed with a splash, the cold water enveloping him in a stinging embrace. As he surfaced, gasping for air, he watched BayMegatron transform and take off into the sky.

“W-Wait! Wait for me, Lord Megatron!” BayStarscream called out, his voice tinged with desperation. Transforming into his jet mode, he hurriedly took off, trailing after his volatile leader.

AT BASE

"Prime!" Agent Fowler’s voice reverberated through the base, causing everyone to turn towards him. The man stopped in his tracks, shaking his head in frustration as he made his way to the human area. "Prime, we have a problem," he announced, his tone urgent.

"Optimus is not here," Ratchet replied, his tone matter-of-fact, not looking up from his work.

"Then where is he?" Agent Fowler demanded, his voice rising in frustration.

Ratchet turned around and stared at him. "He is on patrol. This whole problem is not going to stop him from doing patrol," Ratchet exclaimed, his voice tinged with exasperation and a hint of fatigue.

"What seems to be the problem?" Bulkhead asked, stepping forward, his frame towering over the humans.

"There have been sightings of giant robots or strange portals appearing and disappearing! This is getting out of control!" Agent Fowler explained, his frustration evident.

"Listen, we all know this is getting worse… but none of us have a clue on what to do," Ratchet sighed, his exhaustion showing. The ambulance had been working non-stop to figure things out.

"I know… I know, but at least try and find these others! Before someone finds out about you!" Agent Fowler urged, his eyes pleading.

"Bulkhead, you take Sentinel and go on patrol," Ratchet instructed, causing both bots to groan in response. "Arcee, take Jazz. Bee, take RIDOptimus with IDWRodimus."

"And you," Ratchet pointed at Ultra Magnus, "are to stay and entertain them," he said, gesturing towards the kids. AnUltra Magnus opened his mouth to protest, but Ratchet cut him off.

"No, you are hurt, lucky to be even alive. You will stay here," Ratchet insisted, his tone leaving no room for argument. Miko grinned at the exchange, clearly amused.

The bots left, each heading out on their assigned patrols, leaving Ratchet, the kids, and AnUltra Magnus behind. Ratchet returned to his work at the computers, ready to respond in case something went wrong.

An hour later, an alarm blared, signaling an energon detection. "Frag… Rafael, if anyone calls for a groundbridge, do it! I need to go!" Ratchet exclaimed, his voice filled with urgency.

"Ratchet? Where are you going?!" Jack asked, his voice filled with worry. "I’ll come, you are just a medic."

Ratchet glared at him, his optics narrowing. "I’ll be fine, you are hurt," he retorted, his tone firm.

"No, I’ll come, and that is an order," AnUltra Magnus insisted, his tone authoritative. Ratchet stared at him for a moment before relenting.

"Fine… but do not engage in a battle unless it’s life or death," Ratchet warned, his voice serious.

Ratchet activated the groundbridge, and both of them stepped through. The coordinates landed them in an alleyway. "Frag!" Ratchet muttered as they transformed into their vehicle modes.

Ratchet, tense and scanning for the signal, had ANUltra Magnus following closely behind. Ratchet venting as they got stuck in traffic. Debating on talking about the elephant in the room, or aka the ruler of Cybertron.

"So...you're the prime..." Ratchet said, his tone probing. ANUltra Magnus answered, "Yes...I am. That is the rulers of Cybertron are called in your world?"

"Yes...that is. So what is Optimus like in yours?" Ratchet asked, curious about Optimus in ANUltra Magnus' dimension. "He is young, and…err,” ANUltra Magnus began but was cut off by Ratchet suddenly gasping and slamming on his brakes.

Notes:

Thank you all for the 900 hundred views.

I hope you all enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 9

Notes:

GONNA HAVE TO FIX WHAT EVER IS HAPPENING WITH THE TEXT

SOMEWHERE
?????

Somewhere deep in the wilderness, a swirling portal tore open the fabric of reality, sending a mech hurtling through. With a resounding crash, they slammed into a sturdy tree, shaking its branches and dislodging leaves. The mech groaned in annoyance, pulling themselves upright and shaking off the disorientation.
A look of irritation crossed their face as they began to survey their surroundings. Their optics scanned the forest, taking in the towering trees and the underbrush that carpeted the ground. As they began to gather their bearings, something glinted on the ground, catching their attention.
Their optics zeroed in on the cube that had fallen during their rough entry. With haste, they crouched down to pick it up, their servos trembling slightly. But just as they were about to close their grip around it, they froze. An ominous realization crept over them, their optics narrowing as they stared intently at the cube.
Their optics widened as a sinister grin spread across their face. "This might be what I need to take down Megatron!"
Their frame thrummed with excitement and anticipation. With an evil grin still plastered on their face, they opened their chest compartment and carefully placed the cube inside. As the cube settled into place, a surge of energy coursed through their circuits, causing a bright light that glowed faintly in the dim light of the forest.
Their frame radiates an aura of malevolence. They clenched their servos into fists, feeling the newfound power that surged within them. A maniacal laughter escaped their vocalizer, reverberating through the forest and sending a shiver through the trees.
"I will kill you, Megatron!" they declared, their voice dripping with venom and determination. With their newfound strength, they felt invincible, ready to face any challenge that stood in their way.
The forest around them seemed to hold its breath, as if sensing the danger that now lurked within its depths. The mech's optics gleamed with a predatory glint as they began to plot their next move, every thought consumed by their burning desire for vengeance.

 

Base

The small mech ran to a corner, shaking with fear. “It’s okay, little guy… I’m not going to hurt you,” Ratchet said, trying to sound as soothing as possible.
The mech made a series of beeping noises, which caused Ratchet to frown. “Ratchet, what are they saying?!” Miko asked, her curiosity piqued.
“I’m not sure… They seem to understand me, but I can’t make out what they’re trying to say,” Ratchet replied, his tone filled with concern.
“Ratchet… would this help?” Rafael asked, holding up his computer. “Maybe… it’s worth a try,” Ratchet agreed.
Putting his servo out, Rafael gently handed his computer to Ratchet. Ratchet then placed the computer near the timid mech. The small mech leaned even farther away, its optics wide with fear.
“R-Ratchet, we’re heading back,” IDWRodimus said over the comms. Ratchet stood up and activated the ground bridge. A few seconds later, IDWRodimus and the bots that were with him appeared through the swirling portal.
The small mech beeped frantically, shrinking back even further as the new arrivals emerged. “It’s okay,” Ratchet reassured, kneeling down and extending his servo gently. “No one here is going to hurt you.”
The bots observed the scene, their optics filled with curiosity. “What’s going on?” Bulkhead asked, his voice low to avoid startling the small mech.
“We found this little one hiding and scared,” Ratchet explained, keeping his tone soft. “I’m trying to figure out a way to communicate with them.”
Rafael stepped closer, showing the computer screen to the small mech. “Can you understand this?” he asked, typing a simple greeting into the translator program.
The small mech’s optics flickered with recognition as they read the screen. After a hesitant moment, they beeped in response. Rafael’s eyes lit up. “They understood!” he exclaimed.
“What did they say?” Miko asked, peering over Rafael’s shoulder.
“They’re saying their name is Jetstorm,” Rafael translated, excitement evident in his voice. “And they’re asking who we are and where they are.”
“Well, hello Jetstorm,” IDWRodimus said warmly, kneeling down to be at the mech’s level. “My name is Rodimus Prime, and we’re Autobots. You’re safe here with us.”
Jetstorm beeped again, this time with a mix of relief and curiosity. “They’re still a bit scared, but they’re starting to trust us,” Rafael said, interpreting the beeps.
“Good,” Ratchet said with a small smile. “We’ll take it slow and make sure they feel safe.”
As the team continued to communicate with Jetstorm, the small mech began to relax, their beeps becoming more frequent and confident.

 

SOMEWHERE
?????????

Two portals appeared, casting a surreal light as they opened in the sky. From the portals, two mechs were ejected, tumbling down to the ground. The first one, a yellow and black figure adorned with medic symbols, immediately stood up. Their mask was on, and they quickly scanned their surroundings for any signs of danger.

The mech froze when their optics landed on the second figure, who was sprawled on the ground, slowly coming to life. "Ratchet...!?" they croaked out, their voice tinged with disbelief. They scampered towards the other mech, their movements frantic.

"Optimus?" Ratchet questioned, his optics widening in surprise as he stared at the mech. "Why do you look like you're crying...wait, where are we?!"

"You... you are alive," Optimus managed to say, his voice choked with emotion. Tears threatened to fall from his optics as he looked at Ratchet with a mix of relief and confusion.

"Wha–Did you hit your processor hard?!" Ratchet exclaimed, concern evident in his voice.

Optimus suddenly pulled Ratchet into a tight embrace, the tears finally spilling over. "You are alive... alive..." he repeated, his voice cracking with emotion.

Ratchet frowned, gently pulling away from the embrace. His optics scanned Optimus's frame, noting the damages that needed immediate attention. "Optimus, you look like you fought Megatron and got beat," Ratchet observed, his voice a mix of concern and curiosity.

"Ahh..." Optimus responded, his voice trailing off.

Ratchet started patching him up, his servos moving with practiced precision. Optimus simply stared at the medic, his optics filled with gratitude and a hint of guilt.

As Ratchet continued his work, he noticed tiny, round holes decorating Optimus's frame. A closer inspection revealed that they were bullet holes, the kind humans used for ammo. "Why do you have bullet holes?" Ratchet asked, his optics narrowing in suspicion.

Optimus's frame stiffened, an angry look flashing across his face. He looked away, his optics avoiding Ratchet's gaze. "Fine, do not tell me," Ratchet huffed, frustration evident in his voice. "Something is not adding up," he thought to himself, his processor racing with questions.

Ratchet looked around, realizing how exposed they were in the open area. "We should leave this area and try to find the others," Ratchet suggested. "It's too open, and time will only tell when Decepticons appear."

Optimus nodded in agreement. Both mechs transformed into their vehicle modes, their engines roaring to life. Side by side, they drove through the empty roads, the night air filled with tension.

As they traveled, Ratchet noticed things that Optimus never did. Optimus flinched when a silver car drove by or when black cars appeared on the road. Ratchet's worry for his friend grew with each passing mile. Determined to keep Optimus safe, Ratchet stays close, his optics scanning their surroundings for any signs of danger.

SOMEWHERE
SHATTERED GLASS
SGMegatron

SGMegatron paced the cave, worried about his companion. SGSoundwave had insisted they needed more materials and suggested that he stay behind to watch over everything. Though reluctant, SGMegatron had agreed, but now the worry gnawed at him. He stopped to check how long SGSoundwave had been gone. "2 hours and 47 minutes. Ahgg, Soundwave, you are worrying me," SGMegatron muttered to himself.

Sitting down, SGMegatron tried to distract himself. Grabbing a limb from a tree, he began to draw intricate patterns on the ground. Footsteps echoed through the cave, prompting SGMegatron to look upwards. SGSoundwave was finally returning, carrying blue energon.

Standing up, SGMegatron hurried over to help SGSoundwave. "I have seen Autobots, but I did not run into any of them," SGSoundwave reported.

That worried SGMegatron even more. "If Autobots are close, we should move," SGMegatron suggested, concern etched on his face.

"The last thing we need is for Optimus to find us," SGMegatron thought, anxiety growing.

"No… we cannot leave. It would be too dangerous. We just need to watch our surroundings," SGSoundwave reassured him.

Laserbeak flew around, eventually landing on her little post that SGSoundwave had made. Meanwhile, Ravage lay down, occasionally flinching whenever thunder cracked through the sky.

"Trying to leave might create too much ruckus. The Autobots would find us," SGSoundwave reasoned.

SGMegatron nodded in agreement, setting the energon in a pile that had been steadily growing. Walking back to where he had been sitting, SGMegatron tried to calm his nerves. "Have we gotten anything on where we are?" he asked SGSoundwave.

"Only that we are on Earth and at Jasper, Nevada," SGSoundwave replied.

SGMegatron hummed in response, a bored look on his face. Ever since he had joined SGSoundwave, he had been banned from going on missions until they found a suitable base. SGSoundwave had deemed him "too big and unable to be sneaky for his life."

Rain poured down as night fell, thunder cracking through the sky. The storm kept them all on edge. Laserbeak huddled in SGSoundwave's chest, while Ravage leaned into his side, flinching every time thunder rolled. SGMegatron himself flinched with every boom. Thunder was everyone's enemy tonight.

"This is going to be a long night," SGMegatron thought to himself, laying his head against the wall. They listen to the storm. The thunder..

 

SOMEWHERE
??????

The night sky was suddenly filled with a piercing scream, “AHGHHHHH!” A mech came crashing down from the sky, landing with a resounding thud. Shaking off the impact, they stood up, their green optics illuminating the dark surroundings.
“BumbleBee? Hello? Is anyone out there?” the mech called out, their voice tinged with desperation. Transforming into an animal form, they began to run around, scanning the area for any signs of life.

 

“BUMBLEBEE! HELLO!” they screamed again, their voice echoing through the still night. In the distance, they saw something that caught their attention.
Running faster, they realized it was another bot. A very large, imposing figure with purple and black armor. “HEY YOU!” they yelled, hoping for a response.
The larger bot turned around, something dripping from their servos. The smaller mech transformed back into their root form, cautiously approaching. As they got closer, they noticed that the larger bot held something that looked like triangles, with blue liquid dripping off them.

 

The smaller mech took a hesitant step back, their optics darting to the Autobot symbol on the larger bot’s chest. But something was off—it was purple.
“Uhh…I’m just going to go…” the smaller mech said nervously, transforming back into their animal mode. But the larger bot was quicker, transforming into a jet and catching up to them with ease.
The larger bot lifted the smaller one into the sky, their grip tight and unyielding.

The smaller mech clawed frantically at the servo holding them, trying to escape. In a desperate move, they bit down hard on the servo, causing the larger bot to cry out in pain and let go.
The smaller mech found themselves free-falling, the ground rushing up to meet them.

Notes:

Thank you everyone for 1000 hits.

I hope everyone had a good Memorial Day. I finally have added a certain character I’ve been wanting to add but would forget them.

Chapter 10

SOMEWHERE
ARMADA
G1SKYFIRE

AStarscream sat quietly, watching G1Skyfire work. Neither of them knew what the blue cube was, but its mysterious nature demanded investigation.

G1Skyfire turned around and forced a smile. "D-Do you want to help... with this?"

"I-I uh... sure," AStarscream replied, standing up and limping over to him. "Do you have any idea what... this stuff is?" AStarscream asked, eyeing the cube.

"No... whenever I go looking for energon, I get this... but I have never seen energon that looks like this," G1Skyfire said, his voice filled with uncertainty.

"So... your name is Skyfire..." AStarscream mused.

"And your name is Starscream..." G1Skyfire replied, his optics meeting AStarscream's.

They both looked at each other, a silent understanding passing between them. AStarscream looked away, and G1Skyfire returned to focus on the blue cube.

G1Skyfire started to chisel a piece off of it. A small spark sizzled off the metal, and in an instant, the cube exploded.

The force of the explosion threw G1Skyfire down in pain, his white armor now covered in black scorch marks. AStarscream was flung against the ground, gasping as his back slammed into the hard surface.

AStarscream slowly stood up, his vision blurry and his audio receptors distorted, making everything sound like it was underwater. "S-Skyfire..." AStarscream croaked. Finally, his vision cleared, and he saw Skyfire lying on the ground, arms against his chest, crying in pain, his frame covered in burns.

"Sk-Skyfire..." AStarscream said, limping over to him and dropping down hard to the ground. "S-Skyfire, are you okay?" he asked, touching the injured mech.

G1Skyfire made a whining noise, his vocalizer glitching from the pain. His optics opened slightly, filled with distress.

AStarscream heard something, but his focus was solely on G1Skyfire. Suddenly, AStarscream felt electricity shooting through his frame. "S–$8*@3#&3..." he garbled, his systems overloaded with pain.

G1Skyfire gasped, watching in horror as AStarscream's frame dropped. Looking up, he saw humans entering the cave, dragging ropes and other equipment. "S–$t@7 b@3%," he tried to vocalize in warning.

The humans tied the two mechs with the ropes and lifted them off the ground, carrying them away as helicopters buzzed in the distance.

G1Skyfire's vision slowly darkened, unwelcoming blackness creeping in. "S–Star..." he muttered before everything went dark.

SOMEWHERE
Animated

 

“Ratchettttt I’m bored!” A girl yells out. "Sari, for the last time, I DO NOT CARE!" Ratchet yelled, his patience fraying. "I’m trying to figure out where we are! We need to get back to the others!"
“I need to land…” a voice echoed from nowhere, weak yet urgent.
“I know, Omega, just hold on… we are going to land,” Ratchet reassured.
As they flew across the sky, Ratchet’s worry for the others gnawed at him. He checked the coms incessantly, desperate for any response.

“Ahg, no one can even bother answering coms anymore!” Ratchet muttered, annoyance and frustration evident in his voice.
They landed in a field, and Ratchet quickly activated the invisibility shield, creating a clear barrier that would hide them from prying eyes.
“Wait? Why are we stopping?! We have to get to the others!” Sari exclaimed, her voice rising with urgency.
“SARI! I need you to be quiet!” Ratchet yelled back, the strain in his voice clear.

“I do not know where we are, but they need my help before we get to them!”
Ratchet began working on the ship, his servos moving with practiced precision as he opened a panel and started making adjustments.
“R-Ratchet… I do not think I can last any longer…” the voice of Omega Supreme, filled with fatigue and desperation, echoed once more.

“OMEGA… do not give up yet! We need you! OK?” Ratchet shouted, his voice filled with determination.
“I-I will try,” Omega Supreme replied weakly.
“Sari, I need you to be on the lookout for anyone,” Ratchet instructed, his focus unwavering as he continued to work.
“Got it, doc!” Sari responded, her tone more serious than usual as she took up her position as lookout.
Ratchet grumbled to himself, rolling his optics as he focused intently on fixing the ship.

 

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A truck drove through the McDonald's drive-thru, its engine rumbling softly in the night. A worn tarp covered the back, concealing its mysterious cargo. The driver, a woman with weary eyes and a tight grip on the steering wheel, pulled up to the speaker.

"Hi, I need a chicken sandwich and a large Sprite," she requested, her voice strained but steady.

The truck moved forward, rolling up to the window to collect the food. As the employee handed over the order, the tarp at the back lifted slightly, revealing two small blue lights that flickered in the darkness. The employee froze, eyes wide with surprise, while the woman quickly pushed the accelerator, driving off in haste.

"Twitch! You need to stay down!" she called out, her voice a mix of urgency and concern.

"Mom… I'm worried about everyone," a young voice responded from the back. "I'm… sorry."

"I know, sweetie," the woman replied, dragging her hand across her tired face. She looked utterly exhausted, the weight of the world seemingly pressing down on her shoulders. "I'm tired and confused too. My mind is racing, trying to figure out what's going on."

"Just stay hidden… please," she added, a pleading tone in her voice.

"Okay, mom," Twitch answered, his voice subdued.

The truck continued to travel through the city, its headlights casting long shadows on the empty streets. They drove in silence, the tension palpable in the air. The city lights flickered past them, a stark contrast to the darkness within the cab.

As the night deepened, they finally pulled into a quiet park. The woman parked the truck, turning off the engine with a sigh. "Goodnight, mom," Twitch whispered from the back.

"Night, Twitch," she replied, her voice soft and filled with unspoken fears.

Twitch stared at the stars, their distant twinkle offering little comfort. He couldn't sleep, his thoughts consumed with worry about Robby and the others. The vastness of the night sky seemed to mirror his own feelings of helplessness and isolation.

"Please… be safe, everyone," Twitch whispered into the night, his voice barely audible. The stars offered no response, but the quiet rustling of leaves and the soft hum of the city in the distance provided a semblance of solace.

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Chapter 11

SOMEWHERE
BAY MOVIES (TAKEN PLACE AFTER THE 2ND MOVIE)

If anyone had asked Sam what he believed he would be doing in five years, he would have never guessed getting involved in an alien war. All because his grandfather found the head honcho of Decepticons, and the coordinates for the Allspark were on it.

After everything that happened in Egypt, Sam took a long break by doing nothing and staying home. When everything went to hell, a sparkling vortex appeared in his parents' living room. Being dragged through it and then dropped into a bathroom stall was not a fun feeling on his back. But sneaking out of a women’s bathroom was a whole other ordeal. Right when walking out, an older woman was startled and smacked him with her purse.

Not only did his phone not work, but being stranded in what he found out was New York left Sam more frustrated. Thinking this week could not get any worse, Sam got hit by an ambulance. Not just any ambulance, but a cybertronian.

Waking up and seeing three young adults and a very creepy-looking older guy with a permanent smile staring at him scared him. So now Sam was running from the—Autobot? They said their name was Ratchet.

Sam felt metal wrap around his body. Feeling the familiar sensation of the metal shifting into a car, Sam screamed at the top of his lungs. The seatbelt tightened around his body.

“Ratchet, what the hell!? You cannot just kidnap people!” Hunter yelled out.

“Let me go!” Sam screamed, kicking his feet and hitting the steering wheel, causing INRatchet to grunt.

“HELP! OPTIMUS, BUMBLEBEE!” Sam yelled out.

“Enough! I’m not going to hurt you, please just calm down,” INRatchet said. Sam's struggles slowed down.

“My name is Ratchet, the medical officer for Team Prime. What is your name?” INRatchet asked.

“Sam… and I know Ratchet, and he is not you!” Sam yelled out.

“Ugh… this is not going anywhere. Hi, my name is Hunter, and this is Jimmy,” Hunter said, pointing to Jimmy, who did a small wave, “and this is Verity.”

“Hey?” Sam said. An idea popped up in his head. “I have a question,” he said.
“Hit me!” Hunter said.“Do any of you have a phone?” Sam asked, since he could not get in contact with anyone, not even Lennox.

“Uh… well, I do have a phone, but it has not worked since… well, just since,” Hunter said. “It just will not get a signal; it will just go to an automated messaging system.”

“Huh… my phone does that too,” Sam said.“I wonder if it has to do with the vortex,” Jimmy said out loud.“Jimmy!” Verity yelled out.

“Wait… vortex, like a blue, green, purple spinning thing? Like it dragged you through and dumped you in a random place? Vortex?” Sam asked.

Everyone looked at Sam, and INRatchet stopped driving. “I think this vortex is our problem. Whatever it is, it is the reason why we are here,” INRatchet said.

“Right now, you kids should get something to eat,” INRatchet added.

Sam's eyes widened as he watched the same human adult appear in thin air. “They look so real,” he thought.

“Let's go to McDonald’s!” Jimmy said.

INRatchet hummed. Sam watched him drive. “They look just like a normal person driving… but with a creepy smile.”

After a good ten minutes of driving, they grabbed their food. INRatchet parked and watched them eat. The others seemed not to care, but Sam was not used to being watched or studied, especially when someone had a permanent smile on their face.

“So… do you have any hobbies?” Hunter asked Sam.

“I-I uh… study?” Sam said.

The kids stared at him. “Seriously, do you not play video games or read?” Hunter asked.

“What’s wrong with studying?” INRatchet asked.

“It’s boring!” Verity said.

“Has anyone ever told you that you look terrifying?” Sam blurted out.

Everyone just stared at him. “Don't your kind like it when people smile?” INRatchet asked.

“Uh… not like that… that is just uh… scary,” Sam said.

INRatchet stayed quiet. After a minute of staring, he turned to look away from them.

“Good job, jerk, you hurt his feelings!” Verity whispered, shoving her elbow into Sam's side.

“I just asked!” Sam whispered back.

 

SOMEWHERE
Armada
G1SKYFIRE

G1Skyfire awoke in searing pain, his optics slowly adjusting to the blurry world around him. As his vision cleared, he realized he was restrained to a cold, metal slab. Machinery surrounded him, its ominous hum filling the air.
“S–Star…” G1Skyfire wheezed, trying to move. His voice was weak and distorted, a result of his injuries. He turned his head slightly and gasped in horror. There, on another slab, lay AStarscream, battered and unconscious.

“S–¶@^....” G1Skyfire tried to call out, but his vocalizer glitched. AStarscream's frame was covered in dents and scorch marks, evidence of the brutal treatment they had endured.
Suddenly, the door opened, and a human entered the room. G1Skyfire’s optics widened in recognition. It was a very familiar human, one he had hoped never to see again.
“Y-0U!” G1Skyfire gasped, his voice filled with a mix of shock and anger.

“Yes, yes it is me. How was your nap?” the human asked with a sinister smile.
“!3T U$ G0!” G1Skyfire yelled, his voice glitching and cracking.

“No, I will not let you go,” the human replied, pointing at AStarscream. “When that showed up, a very powerful power surge happened, and it continued again and again, everywhere.”
The human walked closer, examining the two mechs with a twisted fascination. “You both are different… different indeed,” they murmured. Turning to G1Skyfire, they gestured towards the machinery. “You start working there!” they commanded.

The machinery surrounding G1Skyfire whirred to life, its mechanical arms hovering ominously over him. G1Skyfire struggled against his restraints, his movements frantic and desperate. “N—00!” he shouted, his voice filled with fear and defiance.
Screams and the sound of metal being cut open filled the air as the machinery went to work. G1Skyfire's optics flickered in pain, his frame jerking against the restraints. The human watched with a sadistic grin, their eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
“This should teach those robots to not mess with me,” they said, their voice dripping with malice. They turned and walked off, leaving G1Skyfire and AStarscream to their torment.

 

BASE
IDW
RID
ANIMATED
ARMADA
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RIDOptimus drove quietly through the small town of Jasper, his engine purring softly as he navigated the familiar streets. Memories flooded his mind, a mix of bittersweet recollections from battles fought and bonds formed. The weight of the past pressed heavily on him as he transformed back to root mode, standing tall and looking up at the sky.

He wondered how everyone was doing, his thoughts drifting to his comrades and the challenges they faced. Ten minutes passed in reflective silence before the sound of an approaching vehicle reached his audio receptors. He turned, seeing IDWRodimus drive up and transform beside him.

"Is this seat taken?" IDWRodimus asked, his voice filled with concern.

"No…" RIDOptimus replied, his tone distant.

"Sooo… are you okay?" IDWRodimus inquired, worry evident in his optics. He had been observing the Prime's behavior for some time, noting the signs of mental and physical strain.

"Yes, I'm fine… just need alone time… please…" RIDOptimus answered, his voice tinged with fatigue.

"Ahhh… okay, I'll go…" IDWRodimus said reluctantly, sensing the need to give his friend some space.

As IDWRodimus drove off, the sound of his departure was accompanied by a rustle in the nearby trees. Two glowing red optics appear, startling him. A tall, grey, and red mech stumbles into view, clearly disoriented and damaged, with dents and sticks clinging to their frame.

"Did Rodimus just call you Optimus…?" the mech asks, their confusion evident….

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Chapter 12

SOMEWHERE
RIDOPTIMUS

RIDOptimus’s optics widen in recognition. "They must be from Rodimus’s world," he thinks. He takes a closer look and notices the mech’s injuries and low energon levels.

"Oh.. I must have gone crazy… low energon… Rodimus, why you gotta do this to me?!" the mech rambles, leaning against a tree for support.

"Stay there, I’m going to call Rodimus," RIDOptimus says, activating his comms.

Calling Rodimus, IDWRodimus answers almost immediately. "You called?"

"I think one of your world’s mechs is here with me," RIDOptimus says.

"OH! WHO… I mean, could you describe them to me?" IDWRodimus asks, his excitement barely contained.

"They are all grey, but with some red markings. Quite tall, with a narrow torso. Looks like a gun attached to their back. Red eyes…"

"Rodimus? Are you there?"

"Optimus, I'm coming to your destination. Just watch them, do not get really close… IDWRodimus says, sounding worried yet excited.

RIDOptimus sends IDWRodimus his coordinates and watches as the grey mech slumps down, struggling to stay conscious. Moments later, a car comes flying out of nowhere, transforming into IDWRodimus who walks over and crouches beside the injured mech.

Poking the mech in the faceplate until they come back online. "Uhg.. stop… what? Rodimus! You idiot wher–arghh." The grey mech grasps their side, wincing in pain.

Both mechs look and see energon leaking out of them. "Slag.. come on, we need to get you to Ratchet…. Big guy," IDWRodimus says, his tone urgent.

"Nagh.. where the slag have you been! Everyone keeps on disappearing!" the grey mech says, their voice filled with frustration and pain.

"Wait, what…?" IDWRodimus says, confused.

A vortex appears nearby, dragging another mech with it. "You idiot had to be dragged off first…ahgg, so being me, I jumped after… but I think I landed on something sharp!"

"Ratchet, we need a groundbridge!" IDWRodimus calls out. A few seconds later, a groundbridge appears.

"Grab his legs, I will grab his arms." RIDOptimus lifts, so does IDWRodimus, their arms wrapped around the grey mech's torso, under his arms.

"Uhgg, why do you have to be so heavy!" IDWRodimus says, struggling with the weight.

Ratchet has already prepared the medbay. Laying the grey mech gently down, Ratchet goes to work.

"Wooo, what's their name! They look cool," Miko says, her excitement obvious. IDWRodimus tenses.

"Their name is uhh… is…"

"R–Rodimus!?" Everyone turns to look.

"You lay down!" Ratchet says, pushing the injured mech down.

"Rodimus!?" They call out again.

"Hey, I'm right here," IDWRodimus says.

"Where in Kaon's pits are we?!" the grey mech wheezes.

"Uhmm.. so you know dimension travel and all that sort of chaos..."

"Nooo… Primus' sake!" they exclaim.

"The multiverse went to crap. Not only did we get dragged here, but other worlds did too," IDWRodimus explains.

"Ahg… I want to slam your helm into a wall."

"Hehe…he… uh.. so I want to ask you first about your name…" IDWRodimus whispers.

"Why… ahg, you stupid medic," the grey mech says as Ratchet welds his wound. Ratchet huffs in response.

"Why do you need to ask–" IDWRodimus points towards the two Primes–"Oh… oh, I was not dreaming."

"I think it would be dangerous for you if you told them your real na–No, they need to know… if they find out you lied, it would be a bigger mess."

"There you go, fixed you all up," Ratchet says, finishing up.

"So what's your name, mystery bot?" Miko asks again.

"WE ARE ON EARTH!" the grey mech suddenly yells, causing everyone to flinch.

"Ahh… you did not realize?" IDWRodimus asks.

"No, I was trying to fight energon loss."

"Hey, tell me your name!" Miko insists.

The two mechs look at each other. "My… name is Megatron," the grey mech finally says.

Optimus's optics widen, and he takes a step back. RIDOptimus goes stiff, Arcee transforms her servos into blasters, and Bulkhead tenses up. Ratchet's optics go wide with shock. BumbleBee stands protectively in front of the kids. ANJazz remains calmer than the others, leaning against the wall. ANSentinel takes a step back, grabbing his weapons, while ANUltra Magnus leans against the wall, optics wide and filled with hatred. Jetstorm hides behind the humans.

"Rodimus, why did you bring MEGATRON of all mechs here?" Ratchet cries out in shock.

"Wait… I know it looks bad. Yes, I know it's Megatron… but just listen t–"

"WE SHOULD TAKE HIM DOWN!" ANSentinel yells.

"Optimus, just give me the order!" Arcee says, her voice filled with determination.

"Wait… please look, he is an Autobot!" IDWRodimus pleads.

"It means nothing to me!" Arcee says, her voice laced with distrust.

"He is good! You have to trust me!" IDWRodimus insists.

"Why should we trust you when you brought him here!" Arcee snarls.

"No, Megatron is good!" IDWRodimus says firmly.

"I believe you, Rodimus." RIDOptimus takes a step forward. "Oh, thank Primus' sake," IDWRodimus says with relief.

"Ah… Optimus… Prime…" Megatron says, looking at RIDOptimus.

"Megatron…"

"Other Optimus, be careful," Bulkhead warns.

"Please believe me, he has changed, and he is good. My Optimus Prime put him on my ship, and he is my co-captain of the Lost Light with me."

"Optimus… trust me, he is basically my best friend! The war is over!"

"I will trust you, Rodimus, but we need to talk in private," RIDOptimus says.

"Ah… okay, you will be okay?" IDWRodimus asks Megatron.

"Yes… this is not my first time being stuck in a room with Cybertronians who despise me," Megatron says with a weary smile.

The two walk away, leaving everyone else in stunned silence. Megatron looks at every bot, searching for any familiar faces. Ratchet, ANJazz, and BumbleBee are the only ones he recognizes.

"Ah... so you're Ratchet?" Megatron says.

"....Yes ... .I'm Ratchet. Do I always look the same?" Ratchet replies, uncomfortable with the situation.

"Yes… almost most of the time."

Ratchet hums, his shoulders stiff. "Ah… and BumbleBee?" BumbleBee beeps in response, confusion filling his optics.

"He can’t speak because you ripped out his voice box!" Arcee snarls, her optics burning with anger.

Megatron's optics widen in shock. "Oh…"

"And… uh… you're Jazz? Or Prowl?" Megatron asks, surprised.

"Uh… name is Jazz," ANJazz says.

"Why don’t we tell him our names?" Miko suggests, trying to ease the tension.

"My name is Miko, and that is"—she points to Jack—"Jack"—points to Rafael—"Rafael"—points to Agent Fowler—"Agent Fowler"—points to Mrs. Darby—"Mrs. Darby.

IDWMegatron looks at each human. “So..is the war still happening here?” He asked. Looking at Ratchet. “Yes..it is.” Ratchet responds. His voice weary, his optics narrow.

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Chapter 13

AT MECH BASE

Silas sat in his helicopter, his frustration growing with each passing moment. He clenched his teeth aSOMEWHERE
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“MIRAGEEEEEE!!!!!!” Noah’s scream echoed through the air, filled with panic and desperation. A sleek silver car came hurtling from seemingly nowhere, tires screeching as it sped towards him. "Hold on, Noah!” the car yelled, its voice rich with urgency and concern. In a fluid motion, the car transformed, its metal parts shifting and reconfiguring until it stood as a towering robot just moments before hitting the ground.

The silver robot used its powerful servos to shield something from the impact. "Y-you okay, Noah?" it asked, its deep voice tinged with worry as it looked down at the young human cradled protectively in its arms.

Noah staggered to his feet, his legs shaky, and his hand grasped his chest as if to calm his racing heart. "W-what the heck was that... WHAT WAS THAT?!" he exclaimed, eyes wide with shock and confusion, his mind struggling to process what had just transpired.

The robot glanced around, scanning the surroundings for any immediate threats. "Uh... I do not know," it replied, its voice steady yet laced with uncertainty. With a swift transformation back into its vehicle form, the silver car's engine hummed quietly.

Noah let out another scream, his fear palpable. "DO NOT DO THAT AGAIN!" he yelled, frustration and terror mingling in his voice.

“I did not do that!” The Cybertronian cries out. “Uh you wouldn't happen to know where we are by chance?” They say. The human Noah stares at the dash. “HOW WOULD I KNOW WE TELEPORTED!” “Yeah..uh that never happened before..uh at least we are still on Earth!”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN STILL ON EARTH????” The human screams out.

 

SOMEWHERE
CyberStarscream

CyberStarscream’s laughter echoed through the ruins of the small town he had just destroyed. The acrid smell of smoke and burning buildings filled the air, mingling with the cries of terrified organics scrambling for safety.

“Look at all those pathetic organics running around like ants,” he sneered to himself, feeling a twisted sense of satisfaction. He reveled in the chaos and destruction he had wrought.

With a smirk plastered on his faceplate, CyberStarscream transformed back into his sleek jet mode and took off, his engines roaring as he soared into the sky. He reveled in the feeling of power and superiority as he left the devastation behind.

As he approached his hidden base, CyberStarscream performed a barrel roll, basking in the thrill of flight. He landed gracefully on the metallic platform outside the entrance and transformed back into his root mode. Striding through the labyrinthine corridors, he made his way to the throne room, a place of dark grandeur and menace.

The heavy doors of the throne room creaked open, and CyberStarscream entered, his optics gleaming with malevolent intent. The room was dimly lit, the shadows dancing on the cold, metallic walls. The air was thick with the scent of old machinery and oil.

CyberStarscream approached his throne, an imposing structure made of twisted metal and adorned with symbols of his conquests. He sat down, leaning back with an air of self-satisfied arrogance. His claws tapped rhythmically on the armrests as he allowed his thoughts to swirl.

With a dramatic flourish, he opened a compartment in his chassis, revealing a cube-like object that pulsed with an eerie, bluish light. He cradled the cube in his clawed hands, his optics narrowing with a dangerous glint.

“Just you wait, Megatron,” he snarled to the empty air. “I’LL KILL YOU!”

His voice echoed through the chamber, filled with rage and determination. In the oppressive darkness, hundreds of bluish-white optic-like dots seemed to materialize, watching him intently.

CyberStarscream’s optic narrowed as he flung a piece of metal into the darkness. The sound of metal grinding against metal filled the air, a harsh and grating noise that seemed to echo his own turbulent emotions.

“I’ll kill you, Megatron… I’ll kill you,” he muttered to himself, his voice a low growl. The thought of finally overthrowing Megatron and claiming leadership fueled his every move.

CyberStarscream stood up from his throne, clutching the cube tightly. His optics burned with an unwavering desire for vengeance.

“My Chilldren!” CyberStarscream addressed the darkness, his voice filled with fervor. “Together, we will take down Megatron. Our time has come!”

“Megatron will fall,” he declared, his voice echoing through the chamber. “And I, Starscream, will rise as the true leader of the Decepticons…No I WILL take control of all living beings!”

SOMEWHERE
BumbleBee Movie
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Charlie walked through the eerily quiet town, her footsteps echoing off the empty streets. The familiar sights and sounds of her neighborhood were absent, replaced by an unsettling stillness. She clutched her phone tightly, frustration boiling over as she muttered to herself, "Five times. Five times I've tried to contact someone and nothing." Her voice broke slightly, a mixture of anger and despair.

Questions and doubts swirled through her mind, casting a heavy fog over her thoughts. Every step she took felt like wading through quicksand, pulling her deeper into confusion. She passed what should have been her home—her sanctuary—but it stood there, an unrecognizable shell. The windows, once warm with the glow of family life, were dark and lifeless.

Charlie's heart pounded as she retraced her steps, determined to find some semblance of normalcy. She made her way to her neighbors' houses, knocking on doors and calling out. But each time, there was no answer or someone different, It was as if everyone she knew had vanished into thin air.

She took a step back, her eyes scanning the street. It was as if no one she knew existed anymore, as if she had been plucked from her life and dropped into a parallel world where she was the only inhabitant. Her legs felt weak, and she sank down onto the curb, the cold concrete pressing into her palms as she rested her head on her arms.

Tears welled up in her eyes, blurring her vision. "Why is this happening?" she whispered, her voice breaking. The weight of the unknown pressed heavily on her chest, making it hard to breathe. She closed her eyes, trying to stay calm. What is happening? She thinks.

She just saved Bee and he was leaving. When she went to walk away suddenly a vortex thing dragged her here..now she is here with no sense of her life.

Just then, a faint buzzing sound caught her attention. She lifted her head, squinting down the street. A silver car rolled slowly into view, its sleek form contrasting sharply with the eerie stillness of the town. The car came to a stop in front of her, and the driver's side door opened.
A man in his late twenties stepped out, his expression one of concern as he approached Charlie. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked gently, his voice breaking through the oppressive silence.

Charlie's gaze lifted to meet his, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion and hope. "I... I don't know what's happening. Everyone is gone. Do you know what's going on?"
The man shook his head, his brow furrowing. "I'm not sure, but I felt something strange too. I tried calling people, but no one answered. It's like everyone I know just disappeared..."
Charlie nodded, her fear easing slightly at the realization that she wasn't alone in this bizarre situation. "I'm Charlie," she said, extending a trembling hand.
The man took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "I'm Noah. Let's figure this out together, okay?"

SOMEWHERE
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"AG—.... What….I’m not dead? Where…where is…Where am I?" The mech's voice croaked out, filled with confusion and pain. Their optics flickered as they slowly came online, their surroundings coming into blurry focus.
"Agh—," they gasped, the pain shooting through their circuits. "Fragging…Prime…Fragging…Autobots…Fragging Metroplex!" they snarled, their voice a mixture of anger and agony.
The mech lookS like they had been hit by a train over and over, their frame battered and broken, hanging on the verge of death. Shakily, they pushed themselves up, their servos trembling as they struggled to stand.

Every movement sent waves of pain coursing through their frame, but they gritted their denta and forced themselves to rise. Their optics scanned their surroundings, taking in the unfamiliar landscape. All they could see was green—trees, grass, and plants stretching out in every direction.
"Where the slag am I?" they thought, their processor racing as they tried to make sense of their situation. Nothing looked familiar, and the eerie silence only added to their unease.
They took a hesitant step forward, their legs nearly giving out beneath them. Each step was a battle, their frame protesting every movement. Despite the pain, they pressed on, their determination driving them forward.

As they moved through the dense foliage, the mech couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Paranoia gnawed at the edges of their mind, making them glance over their shoulder every few steps. They are on an organic planet..
"Prime...what have you done this time?" they muttered, their voice a low growl. Memories of battles and betrayals flashed through their processor, fueling their anger and fear.

In the distance, they spotted a faint glimmer of light. Hope flickered in their spark as they pushed themselves to move faster, each step bringing them closer to potential answers.
Finally, they emerged from the dense forest, finding themselves at the edge of a cliff. The sight that greeted them was both breathtaking and disorienting. Below them stretched a vast, lush valley, dotted with strange structures and unfamiliar landscapes.
Taking a deep vent, the mech steeled themselves for the journey ahead. They had survived worse, and they wouldn't let this strange new organic planet break them.
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A swirling vortex suddenly tore open the sky, spitting out a purple mech. The mech crashed into the ground with a groan, mud splattering everywhere. As they struggled to their feet, they were abruptly slammed back into the mud by a forceful blow to their back.

Shakily rising again, they took in the sight of a dark blue mech towering over them. "Shockwave," the dark blue mech said, his voice dripping with malice.

"Primus slag," Shockwave thought bitterly. Mud clung to his frame as he assessed his surroundings. With a sense of dread, he recognized the mech before him.

"Soundwave," Shockwave muttered, his optics narrowing. The two Decepticons stared at each other, the tension between them palpable.

Soundwave's gaze broke away, scanning their surroundings. Shockwave, sensing something amiss, followed his line of sight. The landscape around them was dense with vegetation, offering minimal cover but plenty of obstacles.

"I blame you," Shockwave said, his tone accusatory.

Soundwave immediately turned his attention back to Shockwave, his optics blazing with intensity. "Megatron is not here. You can kill him," Soundwave thought, his mind racing with strategy.

Without warning, Soundwave lunged at Shockwave, tackling him to the ground. Shockwave gasped in surprise as Soundwave's fists rained down on him, each blow powerful and relentless. Soundwave's sonic blasts assaulted Shockwave's audio receptors, disorienting him further.

Desperate to gain the upper hand, Shockwave managed to kick Soundwave off him, standing up only to be slammed back into the ground by a renewed assault. Gasping in pain, Shockwave fought back, slamming his fist into Soundwave's helm, temporarily dislodging the blue mech.

Shockwave's legs threatened to give out, but he forced himself to stand. Just as Soundwave charged at him again, Shockwave dodged, causing Soundwave to crash face-first into the muddy ground. Seizing the opportunity, Shockwave pinned Soundwave down, their struggle intensifying.

Soundwave's helm was brutally slammed into the ground repeatedly by Shockwave. The sensation of burning electricity coursed through Shockwave's frame as Soundwave retaliated with a taser-like attack. Shockwave rolled off Soundwave, gasping for air, his systems overloaded with pain.

Shockwave and Soundwave stared each other down, the animosity between them palpable. The rain-soaked ground beneath them was churned into mud by their struggle, and the distant rumble of thunder added a sense of foreboding to their battle. Both mechs were determined, their resolve unyielding.
Soundwave lunged at Shockwave once more, his sonic blasters firing at full force. The powerful sound waves slammed into Shockwave, causing him to stagger backward, his chest plate vibrating from the impact. Gritting his denta, Shockwave retaliated with a precise shot from his own blaster, the laser beam searing through the air and grazing Soundwave's shoulder.

The two mechs stood up, running at each other closing the distance between them, their physical combat became more brutal. Soundwave's fists connected with Shockwave's chassis, the force of the blows denting the metal. Shockwave countered with swift strikes to Soundwave's midsection, aiming to weaken his opponent.
Suddenly The Soundwave optics caught sight of a group of individuals wearing black masks. They moved with military precision, their weapons trained on the two Decepticons.

"CATCH THEM ALL!" one of the masked individuals yelled, their voice commanding.

Soundwave's optics narrowed as he assessed the situation He unleashed a powerful sonic blast, scattering the humans and creating a brief window of opportunity. With one servo shielding himself from the gunfire, he grabbed Shockwave with his other servo dragging him with.

Escaping

The two Decepticons made their way through the dense forest, their movements cautious and deliberate. They eventually found an abandoned warehouse, its structure providing some cover from the relentless rain. Soundwave quickly secured the area, ensuring there were no immediate threats.

Suddenly Shockwave collapses against a metal beam. his frame exhausted from the battle. Passing out. Soundwave arrives to see him pass out slump over.

Seeing some chains, Soundwave restrains him to the beam. Knowing it wouldn't hold Shockwave down, But would alert him from awakening.

Hours passed. Shockwave regains consciousness. His helm jerks up. His cute little audials or cat ears thingies raise. Seeing he was bound. He tested them. Suddenly Soundwave is next to him.

"Shockwave," Soundwave said, his voice breaking the silence.

Shockwave turned his helm to look at his fellow Decepticon. "Soundwave," he acknowledged, his tone guarded.
Soundwave remained still, his optics locked onto Shockwave. "You are not my enemy right now," he stated simply. "The humans are." Shockwave considered Soundwave's words, his optic narrowing slightly.

"I have been trying to contact the others, but there has been no response." Shockwave stares. “I believe it is those humans' fault.” Soundwave says, his frame casting a shadow over Shockwave.

 

nd took a deep breath, trying to keep his anger in check. The voice on the other end of the communication device only seemed to aggravate him further.

“Arg! You lost them!” Silas yelled into the communication device on his desk. “HOW COULD YOU LOSE TWO TITANS!”

The voice on the other end stammered nervously, “They are two brightly colored robots that stand out! They literally stand out! Just find THEM!”

“Sir…the one did something…none of us know what it was…it disabled our tracking equipment…”

Silas’s eyes narrowed in anger. “I DO NOT CARE…WHATEVER THEY ARE, THEY ARE DIFFERENT! You better find them or else!” He snarled, his voice dripping with menace. His grip on the communication device tightened, and he slammed it down onto the desk, causing a loud clatter.

As the helicopter ascended into the sky, Silas looked out over the sprawling forest below. The dense canopy of trees stretched for miles, a sea of green that hid the Titans from his view. He gripped the metal bar tightly, his knuckles white with the effort. The rotors above churned the air with a deafening roar, but it did little to drown out the rage simmering inside him. “You can not run forever…I will find you and take you apart,” Silas muttered, his voice filled with a chilling determination. His eyes scanned the landscape below, searching for any sign of movement. The helicopter circled the woodland for what seemed to be an eternity, the minutes dragging on as Silas’s frustration grew.

“Widen the search area!” he barked at the pilot, his patience wearing thin. The pilot nodded and adjusted their course, the helicopter dipping lower to get a better view of the forest floor.

The trees below swayed in the wake of the helicopter's passage, the canopy rustling like a restless sea. Silas’s mind raced with thoughts of his quarry. He imagined the Titans, hulking behemoths, hiding among the trees, evading his grasp. It was infuriating.

“What are you waiting for? Use thermal imaging!” Silas demanded, his tone cold and unyielding. The pilot activated the thermal scanners, and the screen in front of Silas flickered to life, displaying the heat signatures of the forest below.

Silas leaned forward, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized the screen. “Come on, show yourselves,” he muttered under his breath, his frustration mounting. The thermal imaging revealed the shapes of animals, the occasional deer or bird, but there was no sign of the Titans.

“Expand the search grid,” Silas ordered his voice edged with desperation. The helicopter banked left, moving toward a new sector of the forest. As they flew, Silas’s grip on the metal bar tightened even more, if that were possible. His knuckles were now beyond white; they were ghostly.

The screen flickered again, and Silas leaned forward, his heart pounding in his chest. He could see faint heat signatures moving quickly through the trees. “There!” he shouted, pointing at the screen. “Follow those signatures!”

The helicopter banked sharply, flying lower and faster to catch up with the moving targets. Silas’s eyes were locked onto the screen, his mind racing with thoughts of the Titans and how they would pay for evading him.

Suddenly, a new heat signature appeared on the screen. It was larger and moving faster than the others. Silas's eyes widened in surprise. “What the…?” he muttered.

“Sir, it looks like we have another target,” the pilot said, his voice filled with uncertainty.

“Follow it,” Silas ordered, his curiosity piqued. “I want to know what that is.”

The helicopter chased the new target, weaving through the trees with skill and precision. Silas watched as the heat signature grew larger on the screen. Whatever it was, it was big and fast.

As they closed in, the heat signature suddenly disappeared. Silas growled in frustration. “Where did it go?”

The pilot frantically scanned the area, trying to reacquire the target. “I don’t know, sir. It just vanished.”

Silas's mind raced with possibilities. “Keep searching,” he ordered. “I want that thing found.”

The helicopter continued to circle the forest, the minutes stretching into hours. Silas's anger simmered just below the surface. He would not be thwarted. He would find the Titans, and whatever that new target was, it would not escape him.

Notes:

Thank you for over 1800 reads!

I went to see Transformers Rise of the beast, It was awesome!

I do want to let you know, I might be a little late posting on Mondays, our internet has not worked right since Thursday. So just a heads up, if I do not post on Monday next week, it will be Tuesday or Wednesday!

Chapter 14

SOMEWHERE
?????????

A yellow mech is tossed out of a portal, hurtling towards a shimmering pool below. With a resounding splash, they crash into the water, sending plumes of liquid high into the air. The sudden disturbance catches the attention of onlookers, who turn to witness the unexpected arrival.

The yellow mech stands up shakily, water cascading off their frame. People nearby scream in terror, while others remain rooted to the spot, their curiosity outweighing their fear.

The mech freezes, raising their servos defensively. "I’m not a threat...I’m...just going to step ou-" they stammer, attempting to reassure the crowd. But before they can finish their sentence, they lose their footing and slip, falling backward into the pool once again.

The renewed splash sends another wave of water crashing over the edge, causing people to back away, some even fleeing the scene in panic. The mech, now halfway submerged, struggles to sit up, gasping for air. "Ahg...t-that hurt," they mutter, wincing as they carefully stand up, this time moving with deliberate caution to avoid slipping again.

Once out of the pool, the mech holds their helm, shaking off the excess water. Their optic scan the surroundings, taking in the cityscape. "Oh...oh dear, this is not good..." they murmur, realizing the potential for chaos their presence might cause.

People continue to stare, some snapping pictures with their phones. The yellow mech's presence has quickly become the center of attention, and they can feel the weight of countless eyes upon them.

Determined to avoid causing any more disturbances, the mech takes off running through the city. They move with an awkward grace, trying their best not to step on anything or anyone. The sight of a giant yellow robot sprinting through the streets only adds to the frenzy, with bystanders either scrambling to get out of the way or capturing the moment on their devices.

As they navigate the bustling city, the mech's mind races with thoughts of how they ended up here and how to find a way back home. The noise and chaos of the urban environment are overwhelming, but they press on, driven by a sense of urgency and the need to stay out of sight.

BASE

“Ratchet! Look at this!” Rafael yells out, excitement and urgency lacing his voice.

Ratchet walks over, his servos tapping rhythmically on the console as he approaches Rafael. When he looks down at the screen, his optics go wide with surprise. “OPTIMUS! Rafael found a picture of a Cybertronian!” he exclaims.

Optimus, who is in the middle of a strategic discussion with the others, turns his attention to Ratchet. “Where was this taken?” he asks, his tone sharp and focused.

“It uh…was taken in Paris!” Rafael says, pointing to the screen.

“Paris? Like Paris, France?” Miko screeches out, her eyes wide with astonishment.

“Y-yes, in Paris!” Rafael confirms, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

Optimus strides over, his massive frame casting a shadow over the console. “Me, Ratchet, Rodimus, and Bee will go find them, while the rest of you stay put!” he orders.

Ratchet quickly prepares a groundbridge, his servos moving with practiced efficiency. “Groundbridge ready. Coordinates set for Paris,” he announces.

The familiar, swirling green portal of the groundbridge materializes in front of them, casting an eerie glow over the room. “Autobots, roll out!” Optimus commands, his voice echoing with authority.

The team steps through the groundbridge, emerging on the bustling streets of Paris. The Eiffel Tower looms in the distance, a stark contrast to the high-tech appearance of the Cybertronians. They quickly move through the city, their optics scanning for any signs of the Cybertrain.

“Stay alert. We don’t know what we’re dealing with yet,” Optimus warns, his voice a low rumble.

Ratchet's scanners beep as they pick up a signal. “I’ve got something! This way!” he calls out, leading the group through narrow alleys and crowded streets.

As they round a corner, they catch sight of the Cybertrain. The massive, metallic form glistens in the Parisian sunlight, drawing curious and fearful glances from the onlookers.

“Optimus, we’ve got visuals on the target,” Bee reports, his voice buzzing with anticipation.

“Everyone, stay on your guard. We don’t know if this Cybertronian is friend or foe,” Optimus advises.

Meanwhile, back at the base, the remaining Autobots and humans monitor the mission through the screens, their expressions tense with anticipation. “I hope they can handle whatever they find,” Jack murmurs, his brow furrowed with worry.

“They’re the best we’ve got. They’ll get it done,” Fowler reassures him, though his own eyes betray his concern.

NEMESIS

“Megatron! I found a Cybertronian!” Soundwave announces, utilizing the voices of various other mechs.
Megatron strides over, a massive grin spreading across his face. “Starscream, Soundwave, you two go get them! Take the Vehicons with you!”

“Yes, Lord Megatron!” Soundwave replies in his usual mechanical tone. “Yes… Master,” Starscream murmurs quietly.
Paris, France

The yellow mech runs through the bustling streets of Paris, their systems screaming for Megatron. “Megatron! Where are you? Hello, anyone, respond!” They shout over the comms, but the only answer is static.
Suddenly, a groundbridge materializes in front of them, and they leap back in surprise.

From the swirling portal, Optimus Prime and his team step out, their optics scanning the area.
Fear floods the mech as they see the Autobots. “No... no... no, the Autobots are here, RUN!” their systems scream. Turning to flee, another groundbridge appears behind them.
Jerking back, they see Soundwave and his group step out of the portal. Soundwave’s imposing presence fills the street.

“Soundwave! Stay away from them!” Optimus commands. “Optimus, look! Humans!” Ratchet shouts, pointing to the gathering crowd.

“They've seen us!” Ratchet exclaims.

Megatron's command to “kill the humans” echoes the coms. Soundwave plays it. Megatron’s voice booming through the city streets, throwing Paris into chaos. People flee in every direction, screaming and scrambling to get away from the towering robots. Explosions and gunfire fill the air as Decpeticons forces engage Optimus and his team. The once-bustling city is now a battlefield, with debris and smoke clouding the area.

The yellow mech, driven by sheer terror, dashes through the streets, desperately searching for a place to hide. Their systems are on high alert, adrenaline coursing through their circuits. They narrowly avoid a collapsing building and a stray blaster shot. Breathing heavily, they spot an empty garage and make a beeline for it, hoping it will provide some cover.

Inside the dimly lit garage, they take a moment to catch their breath, their optics darting around the room for any signs of danger. Their comms are still silent, leaving them feeling isolated and vulnerable. “Megatron! Please, someone answer!” they whisper-shout into the void, their voice trembling with fear.

A shadow looms at the entrance, and the mech freezes in place, their spark pounding in their chest. As the figure steps into the light.
Slowly, Soundwave advances toward the mech, his presence both intimidating and oddly reassuring. “STAY BACK!” the mech yells, raising their servos defensively.
Soundwave stops, tilting his helm again. In a calm, emotionless tone, he plays back a recording of the word “Decepticon?”

“D-Decepticon?” the mech stammers, relief flooding through them. Soundwave nods slightly, confirming their shared allegiance. “Come with us,” he says, his voice a blend of mechanical precision and authority.
A groundbridge materializes beside them, its swirling energy casting an eerie glow over the room. Without hesitation, Soundwave leads the mech through the portal. On the other side, they are greeted by Megatron's imposing figure.

“Lord Megatron, I have retrieved the mech. They are Decepticon,” Soundwave reports, his tone unwavering.
Megatron's grin widens, a predatory gleam in his optics. “Excellent,” he purrs. “Decepticons, retreat! We have gotten what we wanted!”

The groundbridge opens again, and the Decepticons make their escape, leaving the battered city behind. Optimus and his team watch helplessly as the groundbridge closes, taking their quarry with it.
Back on the Nemesis, Soundwave and the yellow mech emerge from the portal. The mech looks around, still disoriented and shaken from the events in Paris.

“So, tell me your name?” Megatron demands, his voice dripping with authority.
“S-Shockwave... my name is Shockwave,” the yellow mech stammers, trying to steady their voice.
Megatron's optics widen for a moment, then a grin spreads across his face. “Shockwave?” he repeats, seemingly pleased.

“Yes, and you are?” The Shockwave asks, still trying to comprehend the situation.
“You may call me Megatron,” he answers, his voice heavy with command.

The Shockwave freezes, the full weight of the name sinking in.
“Welcome to my dimension, Shockwave,” Megatron continues. “Here, you are with the Decepticons.”
With a flick of his hand, Megatron signals Starscream. “Starscream, take our new recruit to his quarters.”

Starscream, still nursing the psychological scars from his recent encounter with the unknown purple shuttle, flinches at the order but compiles. He and Shockwave walk down the hall in silence.
The Shockwave can't help but notice the ugly marks where Starscream's wings used to be. “May I ask what happened to your back?” The Shockwave inquires, unable to suppress his curiosity.

Starscream hesitates but then answers. “It was a purple jet. Large, they ripped my wings off.”
“A purple jet? Do you mean a shuttle?” The Shockwave probes further.
Starscream freezes. “What...?”

“Were they a purple shuttle?” The Shockwave clarifies.

“Yes, they were,” Starscream confirms, a pained look crossing his face.

“Jetfire...” The Shockwave mutters, the name hanging heavily in the air.

“Jetfire?” Starscream echoes, his confusion evident.

“I-I do not want to talk about him,” The Shockwave says, shaking his head.

“Here you go,” Starscream says abruptly, opening the door to Shockwave's quarters before walking away.

The Shockwave stands there for a moment, staring after Starscream before turning to take in his new surroundings.
In another part of the ship, Megatron and Cybertron Megatron discuss the implications of their new ally. “If Shockwave is here, it means other versions of us might exist in this dimension,” Megatron muses.
“And we must be prepared for anything,” Cybertron Megatron adds, his optics narrowing.

 

SOMEWHERE
BAY(Movie)
Knight (Movie) AFTER 4TH BUT NOT 5TH MOVIE

BAYRatchet drives behind KNIGHTOptimus, a sense of deep concern etched into his circuits. After the strange encounter, KNIGHTOptimus has gone silent, his usual commanding presence now a shadow of itself. He hasn’t uttered a single word, leaving BAYRatchet to stew in his own worries.

BAYRatchet had noticed the strange injuries marring KNIGHTOptimus’s frame. The gouges and burns looked like they were from some fierce, unknown battle. But perhaps more worrying were the signs of emotional distress. Whenever a human vehicle drove past, KNIGHTOptimus would tense, his optics narrowing in an instinctive response that suggested both fear and anger. Silver or black cars, trucks, or vans seemed to trigger the most severe reactions.

As they drive back, BAYRatchet notices how everything around them has changed—buildings, signs, and roads are all different. They are following the coordinates back to their base, but nothing feels familiar.

Finally, as they approach the supposed location of their base, KNIGHTOptimus whispers, "Finally...that's not right?!"

BAYRatchet pulls up beside him and stares at what should have been their base. Instead, it's a car parking lot. His engine purrs anxiously.

"We probably got the coordinates wrong. Let me check the coordinates," BAYRatchet says, trying to remain calm.

"No...that's not right...this is their base...should be their base!" BAYRatchet thinks, his processors racing.

Just then, he notices KNIGHTOptimus driving away. "Optimus!" BAYRatchet yells out, quickly transforming and driving after him.

"Optimus, where are we going?" BAYRatchet yells again, his voice laced with worry.

KNIGHTOptimus remains silent, ignoring BAYRatchet's pleas. They drive for hours until they finally pull into a wide-open field. KNIGHTOptimus transforms and immediately takes off, running through the grass.

"Optimus! Where are you heading?" BAYRatchet yells, transforming and running after him.

KNIGHTOptimus falls to his hands and knees, clutching his chest in pain. Coolant drips from his face, forming small pools in the dirt.

"Optimus...are you okay?" BAYRatchet asks softly, gently placing a servo on KNIGHTOptimus's shoulder.

KNIGHTOptimus turns around and, without warning, pulls BAYRatchet into a tight hug. BAYRatchet stiffens, completely taken aback by the unexpected gesture.

"Optimus, you are not okay... Just take a deep breath," BAYRatchet says softly, trying to soothe his friend.

"I-I...am confused, my old friend," KNIGHTOptimus admits, his voice trembling.

"Me too, Optimus, but we will figure out whatever is going on, okay?" BAYRatchet reassures him, his own voice steady and comforting.

They sit down on the grass together, BAYRatchet holding his friend close. BAYRatchet hums a soothing tune, rubbing KNIGHTOptimus's back in slow, comforting circles.

Notes:

Thank you everyone, Thank you for over 2000 reads.

I just want to say that I am grateful for everyone that took their time to sit down and read this. When I first started writing this I was a nervous wreck.

Wondering if anyone would care or if I would write one of them wrong. So when this got more and more people reading this, it made me happy. So thank you everyone. And I hope if you do celebrate the Fourth of July you have a good one.

Chapter 15

SOMEWHERE
BAY

BAYStarscream lands at the new base, his optics scanning the surroundings warily as he ducks to avoid hitting his helm. As he enters the main room, he can't help but feel a shiver run down his spinal strut. The memory of being forced to eat those blue crystals still haunts him, and since then, BAYMegatron has been relentless in ordering him to collect more.

With a heavy sigh, BAYStarscream dumps the crystals on the ground, the eerie blue glow casting strange shadows around the room. He looks around, confused by the silence. "Lord Megatron?" BAYStarscream calls out, his voice echoing through the empty space. He makes his way to what should be BAYMegatron’s room, but upon opening the garage door, he finds it empty. "Hello?" he calls again, but there is no response.

Leaving the base, BAYStarscream steps outside, his optics scanning the area. "Lord Megatron?!" he yells, his voice tinged with desperation. "Did he leave me?" BAYStarscream mutters to himself, the thought making his spark clench with anxiety.

Suddenly, something grasps his wings, causing him to scream in shock. He jerks back but is tugged backward and tossed to the ground. "Egh…" BAYStarscream groans, his optics adjusting to the sudden change in position. Looking up, he sees BAYMegatron looming over him.

“Well, that answers my question,” BAYStarscream thinks bitterly. "Something's not right," BAYMegatron says, his voice low and dangerous. "Of course something is not right, you keep on babbling about dimension travel!" BAYStarscream thinks, his frustration mounting.

"Oh… Oh?" BAYStarscream stammers. "Oh what?" BAYMegatron growls, his optics boring into the seeker. BAYStarscream flinches under the intense gaze. "I-I just am confused, what is so different…o-or does not feel right?!"

"The energon, the air, EVERYTHING IS DIFFERENT!" BAYMegatron snarls, his fist slamming into the ground with a resounding crash. "How can you not tell it is DIFFERENT?!"

BAYStarscream wants to scream, shout, do anything to release the tension building inside him. Ever since the cave incident, the strange blue crystals, and the encounter with the unknown mech, BAYMegatron has been spiraling, and it's driving him to the brink. "CAN YOU NOT FEEL IT STARSCREAM?! IT'S LIKE THE GROUND IS ALIVE! IT'S LIKE SOMETHING IS SCREAMING IN MY HEAD!"

BAYStarscream takes a deep vent, trying to remain calm. "I believe you have not gotten enough recharge, Master," he says, his voice trembling. BAYMegatron's optics narrow, his expression wild and unhinged.

BAYMegatron stands up, towering over BAYStarscream. Both servos land heavily on BAYStarscream's shoulders, making the seeker tense. "I can hear something, and I HATE IT!" BAYMegatron yells, causing BAYStarscream to yelp as the sound reverberates through his audio sensors. BAYMegatron jerks back slightly, only to tighten his hold, pulling BAYStarscream closer.

"M-Master! You're c-rushing me!" BAYStarscream gasps out, his spark pounding in his chest. "OK, OK, I HEAR IT, SOMETHING IS WRONG!" BAYMegatron yells, his optics wide with a crazed intensity. Finally, he lets go, pushing the seeker away forcefully.

BAYStarscream gasps, holding his chest as he tries to steady his trembling frame. BAYMegatron walks away, heading towards the base entrance, leaving BAYStarscream staring after him in shock. "S-Slag…" BAYStarscream mutters, pain flooding through his chest. "Oh of course his luck gets stuck with him. Now he has gone crazy," BAYStarscream says to himself, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on his spark.

SOMEWHERE IN A BASE IN NEVADA
SG

SGSoundwave paced the cave, thoughts racing through his processor. Ever since arriving, SGMegatron had been eager to go out, but SGSoundwave refused to let the larger mech leave. SGMegatron begged and pleaded until SGSoundwave finally relented. The main reason for his initial refusal was that SGMegatron could not be sneaky. However, there was one condition: SGMegatron had to take Ravage.

It had been at least two Earth hours, and there was still no sign of him. Lazerbeak perched on her designated spot, watching SGSoundwave with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

SGSoundwave walked over to the makeshift devices they had cobbled together. Ever since everything had happened, he couldn’t even get the comms to work. They were living in a cave system in a mountain, surrounded by towns. And towns had people. They had seen signs of mechs but decided not to go out and find them until they had more information.

Hours pass, pacing, SGSoundwave freezes.

“Soundwave, we are back,” SGMegatron's voice called out. SGSoundwave turned around, relief flooding through him. Walking over to the returning mech, he circled him, making sure he was okay.

“You took longer than I wanted,” SGSoundwave said, a hint of reprimand in his voice.

“I know, Soundwave. There were groups of humans around—black jeeps, helicopters, and they were wearing black masks. Our energon supply is nearly gone,” SGMegatron reported.

“Oh…” SGSoundwave said, looking down.
Ravage hopped onto a rock he had claimed as his own.

“Were they the same humans?” SGSoundwave asked, his tone filled with concern.

“Yes,” SGMegatron confirmed. “I think they might be looking for us.”

“Why do you think that?” SGSoundwave inquired.

“They started to come after that incident,” SGMegatron explained.

A few days ago, SGSoundwave snuck around the mountain and found a pocket of that blue substance, which turned out to be consumable. But to get it, he had to leave the base. The area had a small forest, nothing too vast, but there were campsites, and campsites had humans. Being quick, SGSoundwave made it to the pocket. He had covered it up with dead trees, rocks, and other debris. Digging it out was much harder than expected.

After an hour of work, SGSoundwave picked up a piece of the substance. As he started to head back, everything seemed to be going smoothly until a gasp startled him. A group of young humans stood there, staring at him. SGSoundwave froze, putting his servos up and taking a step back. One of the kids pulled out their phone and took a picture. The phone's flash caused SGSoundwave to rub his visor. The humans screamed in terror and ran away, leaving him there.

SGSoundwave rushed back to base.
“Do we need to find a new base?” SGMegatron asked, his voice filled with concern.

“It would be best if we do,” SGSoundwave replied with a nod. “But we need to be cautious. Moving could expose us even more.” SGMegatron nodded, clenching his fist. “We have no choice. We’ll have to scout for a suitable location, somewhere remote and difficult for the humans to reach. The safety of the Decepticons is our priority.”

SGSoundwave's visor flickered as he processed the plan. “I will begin scanning for potential locations. But we must remain vigilant. The humans have advanced surveillance technology.”

SGMegatron growled softly. “I know. We need to be one step ahead of them. Prepare to move out as soon as we find a suitable place.”

Ravage stretched and yawned, seemingly unaware of the tense conversation. SGMegatron watched him for a moment, then turned his attention back to SGSoundwave.

NEMESIS

SGShockwave walked around, curiosity running through his circuits. The ship was different from what he was used to. Vehicons stared at him as he walked by, their optics filled with curiosity and suspicion. A large gray mech emerged from a room a few doors ahead of him.

“Hello…” SGShockwave said cautiously, causing the mech to turn around.

The mech looked him up and down, scrutinizing every detail before locking his optics onto SGShockwave's face. Without a word, the mech turned around and walked away, leaving SGShockwave standing there, puzzled.

Determined to get some answers, SGShockwave decided to follow the mech. He walked briskly down the corridor and entered a room where the mech had gone.

“Megatron…” SGShockwave muttered under his breath. Seeing him. This Megatron looked completely different from the one he knew. His frame was bulkier, and his colors were darker and more intimidating.
“Hello, Megatron,” SGShockwave greeted, trying to mask his surprise.

Megatron turned around slowly, a predatory grin spreading across his face. “Hello, Shockwave,” he said, his voice dripping with malice.
“Shockwave…” Starscream murmured from the side. Soundwave, who was also in the room, tilted his helm curiously. CYBERMegatron stared at SGShockwave with a mixture of interest and suspicion.
“Shockwave, meet my Soundwave—” Megatron pointed at Soundwave, who nodded slightly. “That's Soundwave…he is so different…”

SGShockwave turned to look at Soundwave more closely. His frame was skinny and a purplish black…and a screen for a face..reminding him…of an empurata victim…

“And Starscream—” Megatron pointed at Starscream, who stood a bit awkwardly to the side. “He is so skinny…and his colors…are just all gray.”

SGShockwave was taken aback by Starscream's appearance. In his world, Starscream was a confident and ambitious warrior, but this version seemed almost fragile in comparison.

“And this is a different version of me, Megatron,” Megatron said, his grin widening.

SGShockwave stared at the alternate versions, shock and curiosity blending together.

SOMEWHERE ON THE ROAD DRIVING
????

A group of friends were driving down a dark, winding road. Music filled the car, and they sang along, their laughter blending with the tunes. Suddenly, the music stopped. "Goddammit, what's wrong with this thing?" one of them exclaimed, smacking the radio.

The radio made an awful grinding noise, causing everyone to cry out and cover their ears. The noise grew louder and more grating, sending shivers down their spines. Then, without warning, the radio fell silent again. "What the heck is wrong with your radio?!" another friend shouted, looking bewildered.

"Do I look like I know?" the driver retorted, his voice shaky.

Just as they began to relax, the radio came back to life. "If there's something strange in your neighborhood, who you gonna call?" the song blared, the volume cranked up to the max. "GHOSTBUSTERS!" the friends screamed in unison, covering their ears in agony as the car blasted the noise.

Panic set in as the driver lost control, and the car swerved wildly before crashing into a ditch. The impact was jarring, and smoke billowed from the engine. The friends scrambled out of the car, their faces pale with fear.

"W-What was that?!" one of them cried, holding their arm and wincing in pain.

"I... I don't know..." another friend muttered, glancing nervously at the now-silent radio.

They stood by the side of the road, their hearts pounding in their chests, trying to make sense of the bizarre and terrifying experience. The night was eerily quiet, the only sound the distant hum of the wind through the trees.

Notes:

Thank you for 2200 reads!

So, today and yesterday sucked because of archive not working.

But finally after a whole day, and half a day, I got it to work finally! Which would have been nice if it worked yesterday. But I got it finished!

Chapter 16

Summary:

I wanted to let you know that I forgot to tell you that I have changed the name of Jetfire that is with AStarscream. I forgot that Jetfire in G1 is actually Skyfire. So I will be fixing this.

SOMEWHERE
Armada
G1 cartoon

AStarscream's optics slowly opened, a series of warning messages flashing before his vision. Pain radiated through his frame, and he could hear a soft whimper nearby. Turning his helm just enough, he saw the larger mech restrained beside him.

“S-Skyfire…,” AStarscream wheezed. G1Skyfire was restrained just like him, his chest cavity exposed and stained with energon. Scorch marks from the explosion in the cave marred his pristine frame, and he lay there, helpless.

AStarscream's processor raced. “We need to get out of here,” he thought desperately. The sound of a door opening made him turn sharply, wincing at the movement.

“Well, how was your nap?” Silas asked, stepping into the room with a smug grin.

“F-Frag off!” AStarscream spat, his voice weak and strained. Silas's grin widened as he flicked his hand to the side, activating the machinery. The room filled with a menacing hum as a saw descended towards AStarscream's exposed chest.

AStarscream screamed as the saw neared his frame, the sound piercing the stillness of the room. “PAIN! PAIN! PAIN! PAIN!” his internal warnings screamed. G1Skyfire's optics onlined at the sound, his own optics wide with horror.

“L–Leave him alone!” he cried out, his voice trembling. G1Skyfire jerked against his restraints, trying desperately to break free. “S-Stop it, you're hurting him! P-Please!”

A laser turned on, cutting through AStarscream's servo. He jerked his helm back, tears of pain streaming down his face. The machinery suddenly stopped, and Silas climbed up onto AStarscream, hooking a chain into the gaping wound and tugging to ensure it was secure. He then ordered the machinery to pull, slowly and excruciatingly revealing AStarscream's spark.

G1Skyfire gasped in shock. Silas connected metal clamps that resembled car battery chargers to AStarscream's spark chamber. Sparks flew as the machinery drained AStarscream of his energy.

“Your life source has so much power that it can power up anything for hundreds of years!” Silas yelled triumphantly, his voice echoing in the chamber.

G1Skyfire felt something he hadn't felt in a long time: ANGER.

How dare they hurt him, use him like some energy collector! G1Skyfire thought furiously.

With all his strength, G1Skyfire broke free from his restraints. “FIRE!” he bellowed, his voice filled with rage as he activated his weapons and fired on the humans.

He rushed to AStarscream's side, breaking the restraints and pulling the smaller mech to his chest. Igniting his thrusters, he flew up, smashing through the roof of the building. Warnings flashed in his processor.

“GET AWAY!” his processor screamed at him. G1Skyfire shielded the smaller mech as helicopters pursued them, their rotors slicing through the air with a deafening roar.

-Energy levels low-

Bullets whizzed past him, some hitting his frame. G1Skyfire performed a daring loop, diving towards the ground at breakneck speed.

Flying low, G1Skyfire spotted a body of water and dived in, using it as a shield and cover.

-WARNING: ENERGY LEVELS LOW-

Desperately searching for energon, G1Skyfire's condition worsened with each passing moment. “I need to find energon!” he thought frantically.

An hour later, G1Skyfire finally found what he was looking for: a narrow passageway filled with energon deposits. Using his blasters, he widened the passage to fit both himself and AStarscream.

Thirty minutes of careful maneuvering through the winding passage led them to a large cavern with an air pocket. The sight was breathtaking—a hidden paradise with trees, grass, and a small opening that allowed sunlight to filter through. Awe filled G1Skyfire as he saw the shimmering blue energon.

“This…This should be enough to last us weeks!” G1Skyfire said to himself, relief washing over him.

But as he stepped back, his legs gave out, and he crashed to the ground. “I need to get us repaired, or we won’t even last a week!” he realized, pushing himself to stand despite the flashing warnings.

He stumbled over to the seeker, falling to his knees. They were both in rough shape. Lifting AStarscream’s helm, he cradled it in his lap. Exhaustion seeped into his frame, but he knew he couldn't give in.

Knowing he couldn't afford to fall asleep, G1Skyfire gently laid AStarscream’s helm on the ground and stood up to gather materials for a fire.

“If I can create a fire, I could weld his wound,” G1Skyfire thought, determined.

After ten grueling minutes, he successfully created a fire. Carefully, he dragged AStarscream towards it, lifting him into his lap.

A choked scream filled the cave as G1Skyfire began welding the injuries.

“You are okay, Starscream…just take a deep vent,” G1Skyfire said soothingly, tightening his hold on the smaller seeker as he worked. AStarscream jerked, but eventually, he went slack, passing out from the pain.

G1Skyfire murmured comforting words, his voice a steady anchor as he finished the welding.

With AStarscream's injuries treated, G1Skyfire laid him against a tree and turned his attention to his own wounds. Pain flooded through him with each movement, but he persevered, knowing he wouldn't survive the night otherwise.

His chest was the most painful of all. Tracing the cuts that had exposed his spark, G1Skyfire remembered the terror and pressed on with the welding.

Finally done, he shakily stood and made his way back to where AStarscream lay. His legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground, crawling the remaining distance.

Laying his helm against the same tree as AStarscream, black spots danced before his optics, slowly consuming his vision until all was endless black.

They both lay there, exhausted but alive, alone in the cavern. Pulling AStarscream in his lap. G1Skyfire optics started to close. Trying to fight the wave of exhaustion that is ravaging him.

G1Skyfire optics close. His frame goes slack. As he is overwhelmed from the exhaustion. Passing out.

One servo holding AStarscream protectively around him…

Notes:

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Chapter 17

BASE

“Optimus!” Ratchet hollered, his voice echoing through the base’s metallic halls. Optimus Prime, ever vigilant, was at Ratchet’s side in moments.

“Yes, Ratchet?” Optimus responded, his optics narrowing in concern as he saw the distress on Ratchet’s face.

Ratchet’s fingers flew over the console, data streaming across the screen. “I picked up a large Energon reading,” Ratchet explained, his tone serious. “Whoever or whatever it is, it’s massive...but it vanished almost as quickly as it appeared.”

Optimus frowned, his mind racing with possibilities. “Do you think it’s...?”

“Yes, Optimus,” Ratchet interrupted, nodding grimly. “I believe there’s a chance it could be someone from another dimension. We’ve been seeing these anomalies more frequently.”

Optimus’s optics brightened with determination. “Well, do you think you can get the coordinates of where the signal came from? We need to investigate this immediately.”

Ratchet huffed, his focus intensifying as he worked to triangulate the source of the reading. “Of course, Optimus. It’s not going to be easy, but it’s certainly not impossible,” he muttered under his breath, his servos moving with precision.

Minutes felt like hours as Optimus watched Ratchet work. The tension in the air was palpable, the entire base seemingly holding its breath. Finally, Ratchet’s expression shifted, a flicker of triumph in his optics.

“Got it!” Ratchet exclaimed, a set of coordinates appearing on the screen. “It’s a remote location, but it’s definitely within our reach.”

Optimus leaned over the console, studying the coordinates. “Good work, Ratchet. We’ll take a small team and investigate. If this is indeed someone from another dimension, we need to be prepared for anything.”

Ratchet nodded, his gaze unwavering. “Understood. I’ll ready the groundbridge and gather the necessary equipment. Just...be careful, Optimus. We don’t know what we’re dealing with.”

Optimus placed a reassuring servo on Ratchet’s shoulder. “We will, old friend. We will.”

As Ratchet prepared the groundbridge, Optimus called for a select team of Autobots. “Rodimus, Bulkhead and Jazz come to the control room immediately,” Optimus commanded over the comms.

Moments later, the requested Autobots assembled, their expressions a mix of curiosity and readiness. “What’s up, Optimus?” Bulkhead asked, his voice a low rumble.

“We’ve detected a large Energon reading,” Optimus explained, his tone serious. “There’s a chance it could be someone or something from another dimension. We need to investigate and secure the area.”

“You think it could be someone?” IDWRodimus says. “It could be..” Optimus says hesitant.

The groundbridge hummed to life, its swirling vortex casting an eerie glow across the room. Ratchet stood by, his optics scanning the readouts one last time. “Coordinates locked,” he confirmed. “You’re good to go.”
Optimus looked at his team, a sense of pride filling him. “Autobots, roll out,” he commanded, stepping through the groundbridge first, his team following close behind.
They are suddenly at a passage. Frowning Optimus and the others make through. Optimus frowns deepens seeing spots of Energon..someone is hurt.

“Ratchet prepare the medbay. I believe someone is hurt.” Optimus says through the coms.

They suddenly enter a clearing. Looking around. Optimus optics land on two prone figures…

“Jetfire…?” IDWRodimus says. Confused slightly recongizing the shuttle. G1Skyfire lays limply. Holding AStarscream.

Optimus gestured for Bulkhead to help lift the fallen mech. “Ratchet, we’ve found two injured mechs. They’re in bad shape. Preparing for immediate transport back to base.”

“Understood, Optimus. Bringing you back now,” Ratchet replied, activating the groundbridge.

SOMEWHERE
???

“ARG!” Drift, a sleek white car with red markings, yelled out in alarm, swerving to dodge an incoming building. His optics wide with shock, he couldn't comprehend the scene before him. “W-What was that!?” he thought frantically, his engine revving loudly.
“Hello? Ratchet? Rodimus? Megatron?!” Drift’s voice crackled with panic as he called out to anyone who might be listening. No response came, only the eerie silence of a decimated town.
Transforming into his root form, Drift took hesitant steps, his optics scanning the wreckage. Dead bodies of organic humans lay scattered across the ground, lifeless and cold. He gasped, the sight sending a shiver through his circuits. Stepping carefully over the bodies, he called out again, desperation tinging his voice. “This is Drift. Does anyone read me!?”
Silence.

“Ok…Ok Drift, take a deep breath,” he muttered to himself, trying to calm his racing processor. “This must be where the others went…Ratchet! I have to find him!”
Holding his chest, Drift focused on the bond with his conjux, trying to sense Ratchet’s presence.

He took a deep vent, concentrating hard, but the connection was faint, almost non-existent. Fear flooded through him.
“This is different!” Drift thought, panic rising. “Normally if I enter another place, I can still feel Ratchet! But…oh Primus..! Please do not be offline!” he cried out, his voice echoing through the desolate town.

“No! Do not think of that! Ratchet is the toughest mech you know!” Drift reassured himself, trying to fight off the crippling fear. Something flew by, startling him.

He quickly transformed, hiding behind a pile of rubble, his optics sharp and alert.
CYBERStarscream landed gracefully, his frame transforming into root form. Drift watched silently as Starscream began to gather items—scrap metal and debris. He moved with purpose, oblivious to Drift’s presence.

Drift remained hidden, observing every movement. CYBERStarscream’s frame seemed familiar, yet different. He watched until CYBERStarscream transformed back into his jet mode, taking off with the collected metal.
Emerging from his hiding spot, Drift stepped into the open, his processor racing with thoughts. “They looked like Starscream…” he murmured, confusion and curiosity mingling within him.
Determined to find Ratchet…

SOMEWHERE
CYBERVESRE

CYBERStarscream lands gracefully, the hum of his engines fading as he transforms back into his root mode. His optics scan the dimly lit surroundings, taking in the sight of the makeshift throne and the piles of scrap metal. With a determined stride, he walks over to the scrap heap, dumping his latest collection in the pile.

White dots, like countless stars, illuminate the darkness, casting an eerie glow around the room. CYBERStarscream’s frame is outlined against the faint light as he moves towards his throne, an air of command about him. He settles into the throne, the metal groaning under his weight.

A buzzing noise fills the air, causing CYBERStarscream to turn his helm, looking away from the throne. The sound is persistent, like a swarm of angry insects. He narrows his optics, scanning the source of the disturbance. After a moment, the buzzing stops, and he turns his helm back.

The pile of scrap metal that was once heaped together is now gone, replaced by a new sight.

“My Children!” CYBERStarscream’s voice booms, filling the cavernous space. “We will destroy Megatron! Together!” The air is electrified with his proclamation, and the white dots flicker like the eager sparks of a brewing storm.

“Megatron!” he yells, his voice echoing with a mix of defiance and triumph. “Your reign of leadership is over! With my army, I will destroy you!” His words are like venom, each one spat out with bitter determination. A large grin spreads across his face, a twisted smile that hints at the depths of his ambition and resolve.

The flickering lights intensify, casting long shadows that dance around the room. The air is thick with anticipation as CYBERStarscream’s plan unfolds. His optics gleam with a maniacal light, the sheer audacity of his declaration reverberating through the space. The shadows of his “children” loom behind him, ready to strike at his command.

The grin on his face grows wider, and he can almost taste the victory he envisions. The time has come, and with a new-found confidence, CYBERStarscream rises from his throne, his frame towering and imposing.

 

SOMEWHERE
INFLITRAION
BAYVERSE

Ever since a few days ago, Ratchet has been quieter. Sam realized that they were all heading to what Ratchet said was their base, but when they got to the coordinates, it turned out it was not the base. Ratchet also started to believe that someone—or something—was following them. Sometimes, Ratchet would swerve fast.

“Uh… hey, Ratchet?” Sam spoke, causing Ratchet to hum. “Yes, Sam?”

“Could we stop at a restaurant? I need to charge my new phone.” Since everything happened, they all had to get new phones.

“Ah… okay, Sam, hold on.” Ratchet said, turning around a corner. All four humans got out, and Sam watched as Ratchet’s holoform appeared.

“I am not going to get used to that…” Sam thought.

They entered the restaurant and sat at the farthest window seat. Sam plugged his phone in. One percent. Sam hurriedly typed his parents' phone number. “The phone number you typed does not exist…”

Sam's heart dropped as he stared at the screen in disbelief. "The phone number you typed does not exist..." echoed in his mind, a stark reminder of how truly disoriented he felt in this unfamiliar reality.
He tried to take a deep breath, but it came out shaky. He wanted to call his parents, to tell them he was okay, that he wasn't just lost in some strange place with people and an Autobot he barely knew. But now, it seemed even making that call was impossible.
"Sam?" Verity's voice cut through his thoughts. "Are you okay?"

He looked up to see her worried face. "The number... it says it doesn't exist," he explained, trying to keep his voice steady.
Hunter and Jimmy exchanged concerned looks. "That's weird," Jimmy said. "Are you sure you typed it right?"

"Yeah, I'm sure," Sam insisted. "I've had this number memorized for years."
"It seems that whatever…is happening…isnt just phones…or electronics..What we do know is we both got brought here by a votrex and ever since we have not been able to get into contact with anyone we know
Nor my coordinates to my base…led to nothing..”

“And you said this wasnt Ratchet!” Jimmy says to Sam. “Thats obsered..dimesnion travel…” Hunter says..muttering the last part. Verity rolls her eyes. “That is stupid.”

BAYVERSE(takes place after egypt)
KNIGHT (takes place after the age of extinction)

BAYRatchet slammed on the brakes, the sudden stop causing the tires to screech against the asphalt. His holoform shimmered for a moment before he answered the incoming call. The caller ID displayed a familiar name: Sam, and the location mentioned was New York. As quickly as the call appeared, it glitched out of his system, preventing him from answering. Swearing slightly at what just happened, BAYRatchet now had a clue.

"Optimus, we need to head to New York," Ratchet announced, his tone filled with determination.
KNIGHTOptimus, driving nearby, stiffened visibly. BAYRatchet could sense the fear and anger radiating from his leader. The recent events had taken their toll on everyone, but Optimus seemed to be struggling more than usual.
Worried about his friend, BAYRatchet accelerated and positioned himself closer to Optimus Prime, trying to offer some comfort and support through their proximity.
T
he journey to the city would take at least a day, and BAYRatchet knew it would be challenging to locate Sam in the vastness of New York. The thought of navigating the bustling city streets while dealing with unknown threats weighed heavily on his mind.
As they drove, BAYRatchet kept a watchful eye on Optimus, monitoring his movements and emotions like a hawk. The tension in the air was palpable, and every mile felt like an eternity. BAYRatchet knew that Optimus was battling his own inner demons, and the weight of leadership was a heavy burden to bear.

"Stay with me, old friend. We're in this together," BAYRatchet thought, his determination growing stronger with each passing moment. Worried about his friend, BAYRatchet watched closely.
Night fell upon them, the sky alight with stars, and no other vehicles in sight as they took the back roads, heading to New York. The serenity of the night contrasted with the turmoil within them.

BAYRatchet glanced at KNIGHTOptimus, who seemed lost in thought. "Optimus, we'll find him," BAYRatchet reassured, his voice steady. "Sam's resourceful. He'll hold on until we get there."
Optimus Prime's silence persisted, his focus unwavering on the road ahead. BAYRatchet knew that Optimus was battling his own inner demons, and the weight of leadership was a heavy burden to bear.
As night gave way to dawn, the city lights of New York came into view, a beacon of hope in the darkness. BAYRatchet's processors buzzed with activity, planning their search strategy and preparing for any potential dangers.
“This is going to take a while…” BAYRatchet mutters………

SOMEWHERE
?????

A tiltrotor aircraft appeared out of nowhere, its engines whirring as it stabilized itself in midair. The sudden transition from wherever it had been to this unfamiliar place left its pilot disoriented and alarmed. "Hello?!" a voice called out from within the cockpit, filled with confusion and a touch of panic.

Taking a deep vent to steady their nerves, the aircraft decided to take off, the familiar hum of the rotors bringing a semblance of comfort. The pilot pulled up the comms system, hoping to reach someone, anyone who could shed light on their situation. "Optimus..Dorothy…Twitch? Is anyone there?" the mech called out, but was met with nothing but static.

Frustration and worry gnawed at them, but they knew staying put wasn't an option. The pilot made a quick decision, hoping their instincts would guide them. "Alright, let's hope I'm going in the right direction," they muttered to themselves, determination hardening their resolve. With a final deep vent, they set off in a random direction, hoping against hope that it would lead them to their comrades and some answers.

As they flew over the unfamiliar terrain, the mech's mind raced with questions. What had caused this sudden transportation? Were the others safe? The vast landscape below offered no immediate answers, only a seemingly endless expanse of wilderness. They strained their optics, scanning for any signs of life or familiar landmarks, but the scenery remained foreign and unyielding.

Minutes turned into hours as the aircraft continued its flight, the pilot's determination unwavering. They adjusted their course periodically, following instincts and any subtle cues from the environment. Occasionally, they would see a distant glimmer or a fleeting shadow that would make their spark leap with hope, only to fade into nothingness.

"I have to find them," the pilot whispered to themselves, the weight of responsibility heavy on their shoulders. "We're in this together."

The sun began to set, casting long shadows across the landscape and painting the sky with hues of orange and pink. The mech's optics adjusted to the changing light, their vigilance never waning. The tiltrotor aircraft pushed on through the twilight, the steady hum of the rotors a constant companion in the growing darkness.

Just as the last light of day faded, they spotted something flying towards them…Suddenly a green vortex engulfs him. Teleporting him on the Nemesis.

The mech transforms immediately. Raising their canon. His optics land on Megatron. Who is grinning down.

Notes:

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Hi everyone, I just wanted to let you know that I may not post next week, my life got really busy and I may not be able to post that week. But thank you all for taking your time to read this!

Chapter 18

NEMESIS

Starscream laid on his side, facing the wall. Normally, he would position himself to face the door, always ready for something or someone to come in. But now, he didn't care anymore. Why care about anything when everything seemed so hopeless? Lubricant rolled down his face, the emotional floodgates having opened wide.

"Stop crying!" Starscream thought, but the tears wouldn't cease. He felt weak, something that he detested more than anything.

“I am Starscream…..I DON'T GIVE UP!” he snarled at himself, clenching his fist. In a moment of frustration, he pointed his arm and fired at the door. The echoing noise filled the silence, but it did nothing to alleviate his pain. Turning his helm to look, he huffed and slowly sat up, staring at the door, rubbing his back where his wings used to be.

Starscream slowly stood up, each movement filled with a bitter determination. He walked towards the door and opened it, only to be met with silence. “Great…no one is here,” he thought, his sense of loneliness deepening.

Rubbing his face again, he took a hesitant step out into the hallway. Normally, the ship would be buzzing with noise, but ever since everything happened, it had been too quiet. Too quiet for Starscream.

Walking through the halls, Starscream remained tense. Every turn around a corner felt like it could be his last. Suddenly, he bumped into something solid and cold.

Starscream fell down, rubbing his helm. Slowly, he looked up and his spark nearly stopped. CYBERMegatron stood over him, an annoyed expression etched on the larger mech’s face.

“Starscream,” CYBERMegatron growled out. Starscream’s frame tensed, his spark feeling like it was going to jump out of his chest. “Err…Megatron…” Starscream started to say, his voice trembling with fear.

Slowly standing up, Starscream kept his optics on the menacing mech. Once he was fully upright, CYBERMegatron grabbed him, pulling him close.

“I’m watching you, Starscream, and when I get the chance, I will kill you,” CYBERMegatron hissed, his voice dripping with malice.

Starscream gulped, fear flooding through him. When CYBERMegatron finally let go, Starscream jerked back and ran away as fast as he could.

Starscream ran into the shower room, his mind racing. Venting heavily, he walked towards a stall but stopped short, catching his reflection in the mirror. Starscream vented deeply, feeling the weight of his appearance.

“I look horrible…” Starscream thought, staring at himself. His optics wandered to where his wings should have been. Anger surged through him, and he slammed his fist into the mirror, shattering it into countless pieces.

Venting, Starscream wrapped his arms around himself and walked towards a stall. He entered, sitting down in the corner, hugging his legs close to his chest. Starscream finally broke down, everything that had happened catching up to him. “I will never be able to fly again,” he thought, lubricant rolling down his face. A choked sob escaped his lips.

“Why me!” He yelled out, his voice echoing in the empty room. “Why me!”

“Why couldn't it have been Soundwave, or MEGATRON!” Starscream screamed, his anger and despair blending together.

“S-Starscream?” a voice said, startling him. Starscream stood up quickly, opening the stall door to see SGShockwave standing there, his servos wrapped together, worry etched in his field.

“What do you want!” Starscream sneered, his voice sharp and defensive.

“I-I err…heard you crying…” SGShockwave started to say.

“I WAS NOT CRYING!” Starscream yelled, cutting him off.

The yellow mech flinched, “I…just came here to check on you…” he said softly.

“Well, you did, now you can go!” Starscream said, pushing SGShockwave out of his way and leaving the room.

SGShockwave stood there, venting, and then decided to follow after the distressed seeker. “Starscream,” he called out gently. Starscream growled in response, turning around to face him.

“What?” Starscream said through gritted teeth.

“Do you want to talk about it…?” SGShockwave asked cautiously.

“No,” Starscream snapped, turning around and stalking back to his room. SGShockwave stood there, not knowing what to do.

“Maybe I should get Megatron’s help,” SGShockwave thought, feeling helpless.

Walking to the main hub, SGShockwave rehearsed what he would say to the other Megatron. Finally seeing the large gray mech, SGShockwave took a deep vent and walked towards him. “Megatron,” he called out. Megatron turned around, curiosity and annoyance filling his optics.

“Yes, Shockwave?” Megatron replied.

“I believe Starscream might need some help, or err someone to talk to… he seems to be struggling with…something,” SGShockwave said carefully.

“Okay…I will go talk to Starscream,” Megatron said, a strange look crossing his face. If SGShockwave had a face, he would be smiling. “That's good, I worry for him,” he added.

“Yes…I do too,” Megatron said.

SGShockwave left the room, satisfied with what he had done, thinking that Megatron would help the struggling seeker.

SOMEWHERE
????

A white 1959 Cadillac Miller-Meteor pulls themselves out of a ditch, rubbing their helm and trying to shake off the disorientation. “Where…where am I?” they think, taking in their surroundings. They find themselves in a woodland area, with a narrow road running alongside them.

Suddenly, a loud noise startles them. Looking toward the source of the noise, they freeze. A large box is shaking violently, with smoke billowing out from it. “SLAG!” they exclaim, taking a cautious step toward the box. However, before they can reach it, the box explodes with a deafening bang.

A blinding white light fills their vision, causing them to gasp and rub their optics. As their vision slowly returns, they focus on the remnants of the box. The box is now smoking and badly damaged, but what catches their attention is that it’s open and a green blob escapes in the dense forest. “No…no, this can’t be happening,” they think, their spark pounding with anxiety.

They rush over to the box, dropping to their knees and inspecting it closely. “Slag!” they curse under their breath. “This is not good at all!” Transforming swiftly into their vehicle mode, they speed off, chasing after the green blob.

Knowing he needs to capture the escapee. Knowing they need to capture the escapee, they push their engine to its limits, navigating the narrow road with precision. Trees blur past them as they maintain a relentless pursuit, their optics scanning the forest for any sign of the green blob.

The narrow road winds through the woodland area, making it difficult to keep the green blob in sight. But their determination never wavers. They know that capturing the escapee is crucial.

As they race through the forest, they notice the green blob weaving in and out of the trees, trying to evade capture. The chase intensifies, and they maneuver skillfully, avoiding obstacles and maintaining a steady pace.

Suddenly, the road opens up into a clearing, and they spot the green blob darting across the open space. Seizing the opportunity, they transform back into their root mode, sprinting towards the green blob with outstretched servos. The green blob is within reach, and their spark pounds with anticipation.

And suddenly they are falling. And they scream.

SOMEWHERE
EARTHSPARK

“No! Do not give up on me now!” Dorthey yells out in frustration, pulling her car over to the side of the road. She quickly gets out, lifting the hood as smoke billows into the air. Her face is a mix of worry and determination.

“Mom?” a young voice says from inside the car.

“Not now, Twitch,” Dorthey responds, her voice firm but not unkind. She heads to the trunk, pulling off a tarp to reveal a red bot. “Stay down, Twitch,” she instructs, grabbing her toolbox with urgency.
Walking back to the front of the car, Dorthey sets her toolbox down, swatting at the smoke to clear it from her face. Twitch, curious and concerned, walks over to her.

Turning around sharply, Dorthey points to the trunk. “Twitch, you have to hide!” she insists. “But I can help!” Twitch protests.

“Twitch, you can help by staying safe,” Dorthey says firmly. Twitch whines in disappointment but obeys, walking back to the trunk and pulling the tarp over her frame.
Just then, a car pulls over to the side of the road. A man steps out of his truck. “Ma'am? Are you okay?” he asks with genuine concern.

“Yes, I am fine,” Dorthey responds quickly, glancing nervously towards the trunk.

The man notices her unease. “Ah…is your truck broken down?”

“Yes, it is…now if you do not mind, I will be getting back to try and fix it,” she says, hoping he will leave soon. The man just stands there for a moment, then walks back towards his truck.
The man opens his back door and grabs a toolbox.

“Try these,” he says, offering the tools to Dorthey.

“Thank you…” she replies, accepting the tools.

“Ahh…I am William Lenox,” the man introduces himself, extending a hand.

“Oh…er…Dorthey Malto,” she replies, shaking his hand briefly. The man nods, but as he glances back at his truck, he suddenly freezes, his eyes widening in shock.

A swirling vortex appears in the air behind the truck. “Fuck!” Lenox yells out in alarm. Dorthey freezes as well, taking a step back from the vortex.
The truck suddenly transforms, its parts shifting and moving with mechanical precision.

Cannons emerge, aiming at the vortex. Twitch, unable to stay hidden any longer, jumps out from under the tarp. Lenox quickly pulls out his gun, glancing at the newcomer with suspicion and readiness.
Suddenly a vortex appears, a large white mech is spat out, tumbling to the ground. Two big white wings with a red stripe in the middle make the mech an imposing figure. The newcomer stumbles but freezes upon seeing Lenox and the transformed truck, their optics wide with confusion and caution. They take a shaky step back, unsure of the situation they have landed in.

Notes:

Hi everyone, I just want to say, I’m sorry for the wait. I was planning on uploading Monday, but something happened and I was not expecting it at all.

It through me in a loop, which caused me to stress, but I do plan on uploading on this upcoming Monday.

Chapter 19

SOMEWHERE
EARTHSPARK
BAYIRONHIDE AND LENOX

 

The mech stumbles, pointing their weapon at them. BAYIronhide stands in front, ready to defend Lenox and the others. “Who are you?” BAYIronhide demands, his optics locked on the mech in front of them.

“He is an Autobot?” Lenox asks, his gun still aimed at the newcomer. The mech raises their servos in the air, confusion and wariness evident on their face.

“You got a name?” Ironhide asks, lowering his cannons slightly. The mech blinks but slowly lowers their servos.

“My…name is Jetfire…and who are you?” they reply, their voice shaky and wary.

BAYIronhide narrows his optics, studying the mech intently.

“Jetfire?” BAYIronhide repeats, the name hanging in the air.

The mech named Jetfire slowly nods, their expression mirroring BAYIronhide's.

“My name is Ironhide…and this,” BAYIronhide points at Lenox, “is a human…my friend named Lenox.” Jetfire’s optics wander over to the human

BAYIronhide pointed at, taking in Lenox’s wary expression.
Then, Jetfire’s optics land on the other two. Twitch gives a small, tentative wave, while Dorthey stands still, her eyes wide with caution.

Lenox looks at BAYIronhide, and BAYIronhide looks at Lenox, both sharing a look filled with wariness and uncertainty. The tense silence stretches for a moment before Jetfire, still trying to grasp the situation, speaks up again.

“Where am I…?” Jetfire says tensely.

“On Earth…?” Lenox replies, still confused.

“What do you last remember?” Lenox asks cautiously.

Jetfire glances around, still disoriented. “I… I’m not sure. There was an explosion, and then… I ended up here.” His optics narrow as he mutters, “The others…” Suddenly, he wheezes, clutching his side. It’s clear he’s injured.

Lenox holsters his gun and approaches Jetfire cautiously. “We’re here to help, but you have to trust us. Can you walk?” he asks gently.

Jetfire looks tensely at them. “No…” he responds, his voice strained. Ironhide takes a step closer, his cannons now completely lowered. “Jetfire, it sounds like you’ve had quite a rough landing. We need to get you somewhere safe and figure out what’s going on.” Ironhide transforms into his vehicle mode. “Hop in. I’ll take you to a secure location where we can talk more.”

Lenox and Dorthey help Jetfire into Ironhide’s truck bed, while Twitch follows closely behind. As they drive off, Lenox keeps a vigilant eye on Jetfire, making sure he’s stable. Dorthey keeps watch as Twitch follows, worry etched on her face.

“So how did you find them?” Lenox asked Dorthey.

Dorthey replied, “My kids found her.”

Lenox nodded. “How did you find…Ironhide?” Dorthy asks/

A sad smile appeared on Lenox’s face. “War,” he said softly. “During the war, we became partners.”

“It’s hard to believe how much has changed, yet some things remain the same,” he said quietly.

“The bonds we forge in battle, they’re unbreakable,” BAYIronhide says.

 

SOMEWHERE IN A BASE
CYBERSHOCKWAVE + CYBERSOUNDWAVE

CYBERShockwave wakes up from his recharge to a clatter noise. Startled by this, he stands up swiftly heading towards the noise.

Entering the room, he is met with CYBERSoundwave pulling apart the building they were in.
Confused, but more annoyed because the noise woke him up, CYBERShockwave walks over.

“What in Primus' name are you doing?!” CYBERShockwave demands, his optic narrowing at the sight. CYBERSoundwave does not respond, his attention fully on the task at hand.

CYBERShockwave huffs in frustration, walking back towards his territory and sitting down against the wall. They had each claimed a side of the room. As he sits, questions pop up in his mind.

“Soundwave, do you have any idea where Megatron or anyone else is?” CYBERShockwave asks, his tone sharp.

“Negative,” CYBERSoundwave replies, his voice as monotone as ever.

CYBERShockwave throws his helm against the wall in frustration. “Do you have any idea who those organics were?” he demands.

“Negative,” CYBERSoundwave responds once again, his focus unwavering.

“Do you know where we are?” CYBERShockwave presses.

“Negative,” CYBERSoundwave answers, his tone unchanged.

CYBERShockwave's servo goes in a fist, angry at everything that is happening, especially being stuck with CYBERSoundwave of all mechs. One last question is all CYBERShockwave wants to ask.

“Why did you…save me?” He had to know. It would've been easier for CYBERSoundwave to leave him behind.

CYBERSoundwave stops what he's doing, turning around to look at him. “It…would have not been logical to leave you,” he says simply.
Surprised, CYBERShockwave narrows his optic. “You could've left me, and when you reunited with Megatron, you could have taken the ranking,” he points out.

“We are in an unknown territory with organics after us,” CYBERSoundwave explains. “It would have been illogical to leave you in enemy servos.”

CYBERShockwave looks at CYBERSoundwave, a mix of confusion and gratitude in his optic. “I suppose…that makes sense,” he mutters. “Thank you, Soundwave.”
CYBERSoundwave nods slightly before returning to his work.

 

SOMEWHERE
BAYMEGATRON

BAYStarscream stayed in his area, avoiding BAYMegatron at all costs, especially when BAYMegatron went on his crazy tangents again. The mere thought of encountering BAYMegatron filled him with dread, so he took extra care to stay out of sight. However, the worry that BAYMegatron might inflict damage on him if seen grew too intense. BAYStarscream decided to go for a flight to clear his mind and escape the tension.

Transforming, he took off, flying away from their base—if it could even be called that. To him, it was more like a prison, a place of torment and fear. Ten minutes into his flight, BAYStarscream's comm went off, jolting him from his brief respite. “STARSCREAM!” The sudden yell startled him, causing him to lose control briefly before regaining his composure.

“M-Master!” he stammered in response, anxiety creeping into his voice. “WHERE ARE YOU, STARSCREAM?!” The furious tone of BAYMegatron made him shiver.

“I-I…uh…at base….?” BAYStarscream lied, knowing full well that BAYMegatron probably saw through it. Panic surged through him as he hurried back, dreading the consequences of his deceit.

BAYMegatron's sudden silence worried him even more. Upon landing, BAYStarscream was immediately slammed into by BAYMegatron, who had been lying in wait. A yelp of pain escaped him as he turned around, only to be met with a punch to the face, sending him to his knees.

“Where. Were. You?!” BAYMegatron snarled, his optics blazing with fury. BAYStarscream looked up, his optics wide with terror. “I-I...”

BAYMegatron raised his fist, ready to strike BAYStarscream again. BAYStarscream braced himself for the hit, but nothing happened. Slowly, he lowered his servos that shielded his helm and looked up at BAYMegatron.

To his shock, BAYMegatron was frozen, his optics wide and his face slack. His servo, poised to strike, was held mid-air, unmoving.

“M-Master?” BAYStarscream said, his voice trembling. He waved his servo in front of BAYMegatron, but there was no reaction. “Master?” He poked BAYMegatron's shoulder, but still, there was no response. “Megatron?”

A raindrop landed on BAYMegatron, and BAYStarscream hissed, looking up at the sky. He then looked back at BAYMegatron, who remained in his frozen state. Deciding it would be best to get him inside, BAYStarscream started dragging the larger mech into the building.

After securing BAYMegatron inside, BAYStarscream began to walk away but couldn't help but glance back at his leader's frozen state, a mix of confusion and apprehension clouding his mind.

—Sometime later

BAYMegatron jerked back to consciousness, realizing he was back in the base. His optics darted around in confusion before he hurried to his room, rubbing his helm as a sharp pain flooded his mind.

“Kill.” “Kill.” “KILL!” “KILL!” The voices screamed at him. BAYMegatron slammed his fist into the wall, snarling and collapsing to his knees.

Lying down, BAYMegatron's processor was overwhelmed with pain. “SHUT UP!” he yelled, slamming his helm into the ground.

“KILL!” “KILL!” “KILL!”

ARGGGGGG! BAYMegatron roared in agony, his optics flashing purple. Overwhelmed, he finally passed out, entering a fitful recharge.

Starscream took a deep vent, summoning his courage, and walked towards Megatron's quarters. As he approached, he could hear faint, distressed noises coming from within. Peeking through the door, he saw Megatron, his frame convulsing slightly as he lay on the floor. The sight sent a shiver through Starscream's circuits.

"Master?" Starscream called out, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and concern.

There was no response. BAYStarscream stepped inside the room, his optics scanning for any immediate threats. He cautiously approached Megatron, keeping a safe distance. "Megatron, can you hear me?"

BAYMegatron's optics fluttered open, a mix of confusion and pain in his gaze. "Starscream...what's happening to me?" he whispered hoarsely.

Starscream bit his lip, not knowing how to respond. "I don't know, Master. You...you just froze and then...collapsed. Maybe...maybe something is wrong with your processor?"

Megatron groaned, clutching his helm. "It...it feels like...something is...inside my head...trying to take control..." he muttered, his voice strained.

Starscream's optics widened in alarm. "Inside your head? Like...like a virus or...?"

"I don't know," Megatron replied weakly. "But it's...it's driving me mad..."

Starscream took a step back, trying to process the information. "We need to find someone who can help...a medic or...or something..." he suggested, his voice faltering.

"No...no one...must know," Megatron growled through gritted denta. "They'll see it...as a weakness."........................

SOMEWHERE
???

A mech stumbles out of a portal, tilting their helm curiously at what just happened.

"How... curious, this is something new," they say, attempting to turn on their comms, only to find them broken.

"Huh... now this is becoming more annoying." A raindrop lands on him, prompting him to look up at the sky as another raindrop lands on his face.

"Euggg... organics," he mutters. "I must be on an organic planet." He starts to head deeper into the area but freezes upon seeing two mechs.

One is dragging the other into a building. Curious, he sneaks closer to the building.

He watches as one mech is left in the middle of the room while the other leaves.

Curiosity fills the mech as he observes the scene in the rain. Water rolls down his frame as he watches the mech jerk back and hurry towards a room out of sight.

Deciding to leave before being caught, he takes off in the same direction he came.

"How interesting... those two are clearly different, and being tossed into a space bridge must be the cause of this. Likely a new dimension," he muses.

"And it sent me to a new planet," he continues, lifting his ped to remove a twig lodged in it.

Finally finding shelter, more like a shed, he enters it. Thunder rumbles, causing him to jump slightly.

Annoyed with the situation, he messes with his comms, hoping to get in touch with someone back at DJD.

Only static is heard. "Must be caused by everything," he thinks. Sitting against the wall, he decides to try and get some recharge but first builds a trap in case someone tries to enter the building.

As the storm raged on outside, the mech found themselves huddled in the shed, the sound of raindrops pounding against the roof creating a rhythmic yet unsettling ambiance. The shed was small and cluttered with old farming tools, remnants of a simpler time. Despite the cramped quarters, the mech felt a sense of relief, having found temporary refuge from the relentless elements.

With their coms still malfunctioning, they couldn't help but feel a twinge of frustration. Every attempt to get in touch with someone from DJD had been met with static, a maddening reminder of their current predicament. The realization that they were truly stranded on this organic planet began to sink in, and a sense of urgency gnawed at them.

Determined not to succumb to despair, the mech decided to make the most of their situation. Using their advanced sensors, they scanned the shed for any useful materials. It wasn't long before they stumbled upon a few rusty metal rods and a broken-down generator. An idea sparked in their processor, and they quickly set to work, piecing together a makeshift communication device.

Hours passed as they meticulously tinkered with the generator, their servos deftly maneuvering the metal rods and connecting various wires. The storm outside showed no signs of letting up, and the constant rumble of thunder served as both a distraction and a motivation to finish their task.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the device was complete. The mech took a step back, admiring their handiwork. It was far from perfect, but it might just be enough to boost their signal and make contact with DJD.

Taking a deep vent, they activated the device, sending a surge of power through the generator. The familiar hum of electronics filled the shed, and for a brief moment, they allowed themselves a glimmer of hope. They adjusted the frequency, their optics locked on the small screen displaying the signal strength.

"Come on, come on..." they muttered under their breath, their digits crossing in a gesture of hope.

Static filled the air, and just as they were about to give up, a faint voice crackled through the speakers.
Nothing but static.

Notes:

Hey everyone. I want to say thank you for over 3600 reads.

I all want to say, I do apologize for not uploading Monday. A few weeks ago, my chicken coop was attacked by a sickness. Killing the chickens it infected. But it also got worse when it killed one of my rabbits.

Right now, one of my rabbits is on death bed, and I’ve just been very many emotions because of this. All my animals I have, I have raised were young when I got them. So it’s just hard watching them just collapse.

So please be patient with me, it was quiet hard to write this chapter out, but next chapter will be 20!

Chapter 20

SOMEWHERE
????

“I’VE FALLEN AND I CAN'T GET UP!” A mech cries out. Trying to stand up, but slipping on something, they slide down a hill. Slowly standing up, they look around. “Huh? Where am I?”

They survey their surroundings and realize they are standing in a dump, with no humans in sight. “Hellooooo?” They holler out, but no one responds.
They transform into a garbage truck and begin driving through the dump. Suddenly, a large boom startles them.

Hitting the brakes, they turn swiftly towards the noise. Smoke fills the air from where the noise came from.

“I am Wreck-Gar! And I’m a hero!” they declare, going full throttle towards the source of the noise.

In the distance, they see a fire and drive towards it. Transforming, they walk over to find two bots fighting.

“Hello! My fellow friends! I am Wreck-Gar, and I’m a hero!” they announce.

The two bots stop fighting. “Who the Frag are you!?” the one who was winning asks, only to fall down as the bot who was losing stabs them in the leg, causing them to drop.
The mech stands up and runs towards them, grabbing their servo. “Come on kid! We have to get out of here!” they say.

“Here? Where is here? And what is a kid?” they ask, being dragged along.

“Transform!” the mech commands, transforming.

“Ok! I shall transform!” Wreck-Gar responds. They both drive off. After gaining some distance from the other mech, the other mech transforms. “So your name is Wreck-Gar?”

“Yes sir!” Wreck-Gar says.

“Ok…And I’m Ratchet.” Wreck-Gar blinks. “Ratchet?”

“Yes.”

“I have a friend named Ratchet! You must be my friend too!” Wreck-Gar says, flinging himself at Ratchet. Ratchet has no time to react to what just happened.

“Ughhh! L-Let me go!” Ratchet says.

“Ok!” Wreck-Gar lets go of Ratchet.

“Wreck-Gar, do you have any idea where we are?” Ratchet asks.

“Nope!…uh where are we?” Wreck-Gar asks back.

Ratchet grumbles. “Of course you don’t.” “Try to contact anyone,” Ratchet says.

“Ok! I’ll contact anyone!” Wreck-Gar says, turning around and not facing Ratchet. Ratchet activates his comms, only to get static.

Frowning, Ratchet turns around to see if Wreck-Gar had gotten in contact with anyone. “What…what are you doing…?!” Ratchet asks. Wreck-Gar has made a pile of junk, digging around.

“I’m trying to contact anyone!” Wreck-Gar says.

“No…I…what?” Ratchet asks.

“Ahah, there you are!” Wreck-Gar exclaims, pulling out a book.

“No..! That’s not what I meant!” Ratchet says.

“It’s not?” Wreck-Gar asks, tilting his helm.

“Yes! I mean contact on your comms!” Ratchet explains.

“Ah ok!” Wreck-Gar says.

Ratchet stares at them, only to be asked, “What’s a comm?”

“Were you created yesterday!” Ratchet asks angrily. Grabbing his helm, Ratchet is taken aback by how different they are.
“
Hmmm, let’s see…I was born a few weeks ago!” Wreck-Gar says.

Ratchet lets go of their helm. “What?” Ratchet asks, baffled.
Ratchet stared at Wreck-Gar, his optics wide in disbelief. "You were born a few weeks ago?" he repeated, trying to wrap his processor around the concept.

"Yup! Born a few weeks ago, but already a hero!" Wreck-Gar declared proudly, puffing out his chest.

"Right," Ratchet muttered, rubbing his helm in frustration. "Look, we need to figure out where we are and find a way to contact anyone."

Wreck-Gar tilted his helm, considering Ratchet's words. "Oh! I know! We can use the junk!" he said, gesturing to the pile of scrap he had been digging through.

Ratchet blinked, momentarily stunned by the suggestion. "Use... the junk?" he echoed, skepticism evident in his voice.

"Yeah! We can build something to boost the signal!" Wreck-Gar explained, his enthusiasm unwavering.

With a deep vent, Ratchet sighed. "Fine. Let's see what we can come up with."

The two mechs got to work, sorting through the pile of junk. Ratchet tried to make sense of Wreck-Gar's seemingly random choices, but to his surprise, the younger bot had an uncanny knack for finding useful parts.

As they assembled the makeshift device, Ratchet couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, they could get in touch with someone and find a way out of this mess.

"Here, attach this," Wreck-Gar said, handing Ratchet a piece of scrap metal.

Ratchet took it, his optics scanning the improvised device. "Alright, let's see if this works," he said, making the final connections.

With a flick of a switch, the device hummed to life. Ratchet adjusted the frequency, his optics narrowing as he focused on the task at hand.

"Come on, come on..." he muttered under his breath. And it's just status.
SOMEWHERE
??????????
A mech plummets from the sky, his two beautiful wings folding gracefully as he lands with a heavy thud.

A cape drapes over his back, fluttering in the wind, and his yellow optics squint in displeasure as he takes in his surroundings. "An organic planet!" he thinks bitterly, feeling repulsed by the lowly dirt ball of a planet. He scowls, wondering how he ended up here. One moment he was on Luna 1, and now he is here. His wings flutter in frustration.

Suddenly, a deafening roar catches him off guard. He whirls around to see a massive flying beast heading straight for him. The mech screeches, holding up his staff and firing a powerful blast. The beast dodges with incredible agility and tackles him, sending him crashing to the ground and sliding across the rough terrain. The mech tenses as the beast snarls, pinning him down with its immense weight.

"Get off me, you foul creature!" the mech screams, smacking the beast with his staff. The beast snarls in response, latching onto the staff with its powerful jaws and ripping it out of the mech’s servos. The mech stares in shock, wincing as the beast begins to transform before his eyes. Predaking, the fearsome Predacon leader, scowls down at him.

"Tell me, bot! Why should I spare you?" Predaking demands, his voice a low, menacing growl.
The mech stares up at him, tense and fearful. "You're a Predacon..." he mutters, trying to buy time. "Tell me why I should spare you!" Predaking repeats, his patience wearing thin.

"Because... because I know of a place where your kind thrives," the mech says, desperately making it up on the spot.
Predaking scowls, his optics narrowing with suspicion. "You're lying!"

“No! No, I’m not! If you kill me, you'll never find that place,” the mech replies, his voice trembling but determined.
Predaking growls, but his grip on the mech loosens slightly as he considers the possibility. Suddenly, Predaking transforms back into his dragon mode, grabbing the mech between his massive jaws and taking off into the sky. The mech screams in terror as they ascend, leaving his staff abandoned on the ground.

As they soar through the sky, the mech's mind races, trying to come up with a plan to escape. The wind howls around them, and the ground below becomes a distant blur. Predaking's powerful wings beat rhythmically, each stroke carrying them farther away from the site of their initial encounter.
The mech’s fingers turn into drills and he shoves them in their snout. Predaking lets go roaring in pain. The mech free falls. His beautiful angel like wings flutter. Catching himself. Gasping for breath, he looks up to see Predaking circling above, clearly enraged.

"You're not getting away that easily," Predaking snarls, diving towards the mech. Tackling them in the air. The mech is grabbed again. Predaking snarls. Snapping his jaw around them once again. This time his jaws holding down his arms.

The mech struggles, lead to Predaking to bite down, causing the mech to stop struggling but to stay still or be risk bitten in half.

Notes:

Hey everyone, I just want to say thank you for over 4,000 reads.

Last couples weeks have been hard. But I’m doing better. My dad might be getting a new Rooster since mine passed away a while ago, so I’m hoping to happens.

Also I started to show my sister Transformers shows, we started to watch Animated, every time we watch an episode she must sing the song. So I can now sing the animated song word by word because of her, so fun. I probably heard that song over 82 times.

Chapter 21

Armada Astarscream
G1 G1Skyfire
Animated AnJazz
IDW IDWRodimus

Morning breaks, casting a soft glow over the medbay. G1Skyfire onlines, his optics flickering to life as he slowly sits up. He rubs his helm, wincing as he tries to recall the recent events. Confusion clouds his mind as he glances around the unfamiliar room.

Memories start to trickle into his processor, piecing together the fragmented images of their journey. He looks towards AStarscream, relief washing over him as he sees the seeker lying on a berth nearby. Worried for his companion, G1Skyfire attempts to stand, but a firm servo presses against his chest, keeping him down.

His optics lock onto the bot restraining him, and he is met with the concerned face of Ratchet. G1Skyfire frowns, confused about who this bot is and where they are.

"Stay down, you are quite damaged," Ratchet says firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. G1Skyfire doesn't lay back down, his optics darting back to AStarscream.

"S-Starscream, is he—" G1Skyfire starts to say, but is quickly cut off by Ratchet.

"Yes, he is... fine, looks like you two went through Unicron," Ratchet replies, walking away to grab something from a nearby cabinet. G1Skyfire's confusion only deepens.

"Where are we?" G1Skyfire asks, his processor struggling to make sense of their situation. Ratchet, giving up on having the larger bot lay down, allows G1Skyfire to sit up fully.

"You're at Team Prime’s base," Ratchet says, walking back towards G1Skyfire with a scanner in hand. He begins to scan G1Skyfire, the device emitting a soft hum. G1Skyfire's optics narrow in confusion.

"At... Team Prime’s base?" G1Skyfire repeats, trying to grasp the reality of their location. Ratchet looks up, making eye contact before averting his gaze.

Ratchet goes silent, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. "Rodimus, give him whatever this is an explanation!" Ratchet hollers out, his voice echoing through the medbay.

IDWRodimus walks in, a friendly yet cautious smile on his face. "Hey... err... Hi, I’m Rodimus Prime!" he says, giving a small wave. His optics scan G1Skyfire, trying to see if he recognizes the mech.

"Skyfire..." IDWRodimus frowns, struggling to remember any bot by that name from his own dimension.

"Ok... So uhh this might sound a little crazy or hard to believe, but you are in another dimension," IDWRodimus explains, waiting for G1Skyfire to respond. G1Skyfire stays silent, his processor working overtime to process the information.

"I should have seen... this coming..." G1Skyfire murmurs, more to himself than to anyone else. IDWRodimus tilts his helm, curious about the mech's reaction.

"So... I’m... in another dimension... and Starscream is likely from another dimension... that—" G1Skyfire begins to say.

"Is probably Starscream," IDWRodimus finishes the thought, nodding in agreement.

"Oh..." G1Skyfire says quietly, the weight of the revelation settling over him. "Oh...?" IDWRodimus echoes, sensing there might be more on G1Skyfire’s mind.

"So... what is your dimension like?" G1Skyfire asks, his optics focusing on IDWRodimus.

"I... do not know... how to describe... it?" G1Skyfire says, his voice trailing off into a question.

"Ok... uh... Well, I’m the captain of a ship called Lost Light!" IDWRodimus replies, trying to offer some context for G1Skyfire.

"Rodimus, it might be best to leave Skyfire to himself for a few minutes; this is a lot to take in," Optimus says, walking into the medbay. IDWRodimus turns to see the Prime entering the room.

"Er... yes, Sorry, Optimus Prime!" IDWRodimus says hurriedly, giving G1Skyfire a reassuring pat before leaving the medbay.

As Optimus and G1Skyfire are left alone, G1Skyfire's face remains blank, overwhelmed by the monumental shift in his reality. He sits there, deep in thought, trying to piece together the events that led them to this new and strange dimension.

Staring at…The apparent AStarscream. G1Skyfire stands up, stumbling towards them. Starscream…Starscream…

G1Skyfire lip quivers and he cries. Crying on them. “Oh Starscream…Im so sorry..mm so sorry…!” Ratchet enters, but freezes. The mincon AJetstorm beeps. Seeing AStarscream. Ratchet yelps as they run and climb up on the berth startling G1Skyfire..

“Huh…?” G1Skyfire sputters.

SOMEWHERE
??????????

A sleek jet deftly dodged a towering tree, but the evasive maneuver caused it to slam into the side of a crumbling building. The impact elicited a startled cry from them. With a swift transformation, the jet's frame hissed as it shifted into its bipedal form.

"W-What...what was that!" the bot thought frantically. Standing up, the bot's expansive wings unintentionally demolished what remained of the fragile structure. Spinning around swiftly to assess the situation, the bot's foot caught on a piece of rubble, sending them crashing to the ground.

The back of the bot's helm collided hard with the earth, leaving them dazed. They lay there for a few moments, processing the sudden series of events. Slowly, the bot sat up, rubbing the back of their helm. As they looked around, confusion etched itself into their features.

"This...this...I was not...what?" the bot stammered. Suddenly, a series of bright flashes startled them. Looking down, the bot saw a group of tiny humans staring up, cameras flashing as they captured images of the giant robot.

Rubbing their optics, the bot quickly transformed back into their jet mode and took off, the roar of their engines echoing through the sky. "Ugh...what is this planet?" they thought, frustration seeping into their circuits. The jet landed in an open field, away from the prying eyes of the humans.
Conducting a quick systems check, the bot discovered a troubling alert. "Energon levels are low..." they thought grimly. "That will be a problem..."

"Ugh...what is this...red stuff?" the bot muttered, rubbing the area where their wings connected to their body. The red substance was sticky and unfamiliar. Rubbing it off, the bot noticed a symbol on one of their wings—a red cross.
"It's...all over my back!" they thought in disgust, realizing the extent of the mess. Transforming back into their jet mode, the bot took off in search of something to clean themselves.

Spotting a small, rectangular pool of liquid, the bot landed beside it, curiosity piqued. Transforming back to root mode, they dipped a single digit into the blue liquid, lifting it up to examine it. "Not acid..." they noted. Taking a calculated risk, the bot submerged their entire servo into the pool.
When they lifted their servo out, the red substance had been washed away, leaving a red tint in the water where it had dissolved. They moved to clean their wings but froze when their reflection caught their optics.

A reddish-orange helmet adorned their helm, with a white faceplate and yellow stripes accenting the helmet. Dents and scratches marred their visage. Frowning, the bot traced a deep scratch across their faceplate. Shaking their helm, they returned to the task of cleaning themselves thoroughly.

BACK AT BASE

IDWRodimus hummed to himself as he sat at the console, his optics occasionally flicking to the screen in front of him. With Ratchet occupied making sure the newcomers were okay, Rodimus had been delegated to desk duty. It was not his favorite assignment, but he understood the necessity. The base needed someone monitoring for any signs of portal activity or energon signals.
The minutes ticked by slowly, and Rodimus began to feel the creeping fingers of boredom. He leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers on the console absentmindedly. An alarm blared suddenly, shattering the monotony and making Rodimus jerk upright in his seat.

"What's that?" he muttered, his optics narrowing as he tried to locate the source of the alarm. The console indicated that a new portal had opened. His spark raced as he tried to get a lock on the signal. "Come on…come on!" he mumbled, his fingers dancing over the console keys with practiced speed.

Miko burst into the room, her excitement palpable. "Hey, Rodimus! There's a new Cybertronian sighting!" she exclaimed, pointing to a small TV screen.
Rodimus walked over, his optics fixed on the screen. The news anchor's voice filled the room: "NEW—Just in, five people are confirmed dead after a plane crashed into a house. We have reports that there is an image of the plane hitting the house. Let's see—"

The video played, showing the chaotic scene. Rodimus frowned, a sense of familiarity gnawing at him. "That looks familiar, but why?" he thought aloud.
Rafael rushed in, clutching his laptop.

"Hey, I found an image of them!" he said, lifting the screen for Rodimus to see.

Rodimus felt a cold shiver run down his back as he stared at the image. "No…he…how!" his thoughts screamed, his mind racing to process the implications. "Is everything okay?" Rafael's concerned voice cut through his spiraling thoughts.
Rodimus didn't respond, his optics locked on the screen. He stood up straight, a sense of urgency and dread settling over him.

"What if he gets Ratchet!" he thought, panic rising in his spark.

"Oh Primus, what if Ratchet…his Ratchet is out there alone and now Pharma is here!" he blurted out, his voice filled with fear. "Who's…Pharma?" Miko asked, her curiosity piqued.

Rodimus didn't have time to explain. He bolted towards the medbay, his mind racing. "How do I explain this!" he thought frantically. "No…Ratchet will be safer without knowing Pharma," he decided, his optics narrowing with determination.

"Optimus Prime, I'm going out to scout!" Rodimus shouted as he transformed into his alt mode, tires screeching as he sped out of the base. "Pharma should be dead!" he kept repeating to himself, the words a desperate mantra. "So how is PHARMA ALIVE?!"
His mind raced with possibilities, each one more disturbing than the last. He drove through the town at breakneck speed, the world around him a blur. Exiting the town, he suddenly slammed on his brakes, his tires screeching to a halt. "What…what if this is a lot bigger than dimensions…what if

it's affecting the past…" he muttered to himself, the implications sending a chill down his circuits.
"That could explain Pharma…but…but THAT MAKES NO SENSE!" he yelled, his voice echoing through the empty field. Transforming back into his root mode, he fell to his knees, clutching his helm in despair. The weight of the situation pressed down on him, the enormity of it threatening to overwhelm him.

Notes:

Hey everyone!

So updates might be a little slower then I want them to be, because of school. BUT this is my last year of school, so I’m trying to get good grades.

I’ve been wanting to say that I do plan on updating some things in certain chapters soon, nothing major, but it should help people understand more of who the characters are. I’m also creating a list of what timeline are the characters are from, so that should help.
I will let you know when I do update the chapters, I will have what chapters have been updated.

But thank you everyone who has took their time to read this!

Chapter 22

SOMEWHERE
SGJETFIRE

SGJetfire transformed and landed gracefully in a serene meadow. The meadow was vast, with a large pond at its center, its surface reflecting the clear sky above. SGJetfire walked towards the water source, each step causing a soft rustling of grass. As he approached the pond, he walked into the water, crouching down to examine his surroundings.

A few seconds passed, and the distant sound of helicopters reached his audio receptors. Realizing he was being followed, SGJetfire watched through the water's reflection, assessing his ability to fight. Determined to confront his pursuers, he transformed and took off into the sky.

His sudden ascent alerted the helicopters, and they began firing at him. SGJetfire dodged their attacks with precision, weaving through the air like a dancer. He slammed into one of the helicopters, the impact causing a fiery explosion and killing everyone aboard.

Flying above another helicopter, SGJetfire transformed mid-air, his servos morphing into deadly blades. He sliced through the helicopter, causing it to disintegrate in a shower of sparks. The last helicopter, realizing it had no chance, attempted to flee. The people aboard were desperate, their fear palpable.

SGJetfire transformed once more, circling the fleeing helicopter like a predator toying with its prey. He waited for the perfect moment to strike, an idea forming in his processor. He flew higher, disappearing from their line of sight, letting them believe they were safe.

When they least expected it, SGJetfire flew down with incredible speed, transforming and grabbing onto the tail rotor. He pulled the helicopter down, the force of his descent too much for it to handle. The helicopter crashed into the earth with a deafening boom, dust, and smoke filling the area.

SGJetfire circled the downed helicopter, his optics focused on it, waiting for any movement. The door was suddenly kicked off, and a human crawled out, coughing and struggling to escape. Seizing the opportunity, SGJetfire strode over, his large frame casting a shadow over the terrified human.

The human froze, their eyes wide with fear as they tried to back away. SGJetfire grabbed them effortlessly, lifting them off the ground. The human cried out in terror, pleading for their life. “Please! Do not hurt me!” they begged.

SGJetfire tilted his helm, a sinister grin spreading across his face. “Hurt you? Why would I do that?” he said, his voice dripping with mockery.

“Please! I’ll do anything!” the human continued to beg.

“Tell me who you are and why you were following me?” SGJetfire demanded, tightening his grip.

“I-I… we were told to hunt you down! I’m sorry!” the human stammered.

“By who?” SGJetfire growled.

“H-His name is Silas! He created mechs to… hunt you guys down!” the human explained, their voice shaking.

Tilting his helm, SGJetfire stared intently at the human. “He… wants to create his own version of… Optimus Prime!” the human added.

“Optimus Prime?” SGJetfire repeated, his optics narrowing.

“Y-Yes!” the human confirmed, their fear growing.

“Why?” SGJetfire asked, his grip tightening further.

“B-Because… he is strong and a hero?” the human replied weakly.

Satisfied with the answers, SGJetfire tightened his hold even more, crushing the human instantly and turning them into a pulp. He dropped the lifeless body and walked back to the pond, kneeling down to clean his servos in the water.

“So this mech group is hunting Cybertronians to make their own,” he thought, his optics narrowing. “Oh well, if the Cybertronians are too stupid to get caught, then so be it.”

Lifting his servo, SGJetfire aimed his blaster at the wreckage of the helicopter, firing and causing another explosion. “Something is not right… ever since that vortex appeared out of nowhere, everything has been strange,” he thought, his processor whirring with confusion and suspicion.

SOMEWHERE
????????

 

A Cybertronian swerved wildly to avoid a large tree that suddenly loomed in their path. With a sharp turn and a surprised exclamation of "Huh…but…what?" they narrowly missed the obstacle. They came to a stop, still processing what had just happened, their optics scanning the unfamiliar surroundings.

"Where in Primus am I?" they muttered, their voice tinged with confusion and a hint of frustration. The landscape around them was completely foreign—nothing like the war-torn battlegrounds they were used to.

They transformed from their vehicle form, their frame shifting and rearranging until they stood on two legs. They turned around several times, trying to get their bearings. "What…?" they repeated, the words a bewildered whisper.

Swiftly spinning in circles to take in the entirety of their environment, they eventually halted, looking distinctly lost and out of place.

“Uh…This is different,” they thought, a small frown forming. A diminutive cybertronian clambered off their shoulder and landed lightly on the ground. “Jolt, you ok?” they asked, their voice tinged with concern.

Jolt emitted a series of beeps, indicating he was unharmed. “Huh…uh, wait let me try and contact Optimus and the others,” Hot Shot said, worry creeping into his voice.

He activated his communicator, cycling through various channels. “Optimus, Red Alert? Smokescreen? Scavenger?? Anyone!? Jolt, I don't like this,” Hot Shot admitted, a hint of fear creeping into his tone.

Without further delay, Hot Shot transformed back into his vehicle mode, his doors opening wide. “Hop in Jolt, we have to drive back to base,” he instructed. Jolt scampered inside, and the door shut behind him.

As they drove through the unfamiliar terrain, Jolt beeped again, prompting Hot Shot to respond. “Huh, you're right, where are we?” he mused, trying to navigate the strange environment. In the distance, a town began to take shape. “Hey look, there is a town up ahead, we can use the town to find out where we are,” Hot Shot suggested, his tone brightening with a glimmer of hope.

They rolled into the town, passing a large sign that read, "Welcome to Miami, Florida." “Huh, where are—AHHHGH!” Hot Shot yelped, swerving suddenly to avoid an erratically driven car. “What's wrong with them?” he muttered, irritation creeping into his voice.

Jolt beeped in agreement, his small frame vibrating with each sound. “Yeah I know, Jolt…” Hot Shot mumbled. Navigating the busy streets of Florida proved to be a challenge. “Ok, we need a new plan,” Hot Shot decided, the frustration evident in his voice.

Jolt emitted another series of beeps. “Ok…that was not really a plan but…..I have no idea where we are, no one is answering comms, and who knows, what if this is all Starscream’s doing, coming out of nowhere and begging to be an Autobot is all just a ploy,” Hot Shot speculated, his suspicion growing. “It has to be…” he added, more to himself than to Jolt.

Jolt beeped again, his tone insistent. “I know, but he is a Decepticon! Decepticons don't just jump sides!” Hot Shot snapped angrily.

The small cybertronian beeped softly in response, but this time Hot Shot did not answer.

Notes:

Hey everyone, I want to apologize for not updating for a while, A LOT has happened. Like I just got a job, which I’m working four days a week. It’s not the dream job, if anyone ever consider what I do as a dream job, u may need help.

I am slowly working on fixing this entire thing, but I also need some help. I have no ideas right now, mind has been empty, I have ideas for my others I’ve been working on, but have had no luck on this, Sooooo if any of you have any ideas or someone to add JUST NOT THAT HORRIBLE KISS KISS WHAT EVER ITS CALLED, but yeah I sorry this is Kindof short I rewrote this chapter like five times -_- ALSO IF YOU ARE READING THIS STARSCREAM JR, I HOPE U HAD A WONDERFUL THANKSGIVING

Chapter 23

Notes:

Hi everyone!

I want to apologize for taking a long very long break. I’ve been trying to follow canon, which is VERY VERY hard, especially when only some of these I’ve only read from other fanfic.

So, because of this, I’ve decided not to, make this all canon. WHICH I’ve been trying, and what I believe I am doing is failing.

This year has been a busy year for me, I’m finally an adult, which I only have this month to finish my school, then I graduate!

But if any of you have any ideas, or any characters you want me to add—UNLESS IT KISS PLAYERS WHICH ILL NEVER ADD—then tell me! I’ll try and do my best adding them to this!

SOMEWHERE
IDW Ambulon

IDWAmbulon awoke with a heart-wrenching scream, clutching his spark tightly. His optics darted around frantically, trying to make sense of his surroundings. The pain and confusion overwhelmed him, and he soon found himself retching, his spark pounding erratically within his chest. “I’m alive… I’m alive… I’m alive…” IDWAmbulon whispered to himself, the words a fragile mantra meant to anchor him in reality. He struggled to his feet, his legs wobbling beneath him as if they were made of jelly.

“Where… am I?” he finally managed to think, his processor still reeling from the shock. The nausea was almost unbearable as he tried to piece together the fragments of his memory. Pharma… Pharma was slicing him open… how in Primus’ name was he still alive?

Ratchet… Ratchet was alone with that maniac. “Stay… calm Ambulon… you can’t help Ratchet if you have a panic attack,” he muttered to himself, forcing his frantic thoughts into some semblance of order.

Determined to find answers, IDWAmbulon began to walk in a random direction, each step a laborious effort.

The terrain was a muddy quagmire that made IDWAmbulon curse his lack of an actual alt mode. “Curse you, damn scientist, for giving me the worst alt mode…” he grumbled as the swampy land seeped into his seams, leaving him feeling disgustingly filthy.

He trudged through the muck, trying to ignore the unsettling movement he occasionally saw in the watery mud cake around him. Hours passed, and just as he was about to give in to despair, he finally stumbled upon something new—something that wasn’t just mud.

“THANK YOU PRIMUS!” IDWAmbulon thought, his relief palpable as he stepped out of the swamp. However, his joy was short-lived as the sun began to harden the mud caked on his plating, leaving him itchy and uncomfortable.

With every step, the hardened mud cracked and flaked off, and IDWAmbulon swore he could feel every grain of it digging into his joints. He muttered curses under his breath, trying to brush off the dried muck as best as he could.

As IDWAmbulon continued his journey, he couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. The memories of Pharma's sadistic grin haunted him, and the thought of Ratchet being alone with that monster gnawed at his spark. But he pressed on, determined to find answers and somehow help his friend.

The landscape around him began to change, offering a glimmer of hope that he was finally getting somewhere. The muddy swamp gave way to drier, more solid ground, and IDWAmbulon quickened his pace, eager to leave the wretched swamp behind.

SOMEWHERE
???????

A portal ripped open the fabric of reality, expelling a large mech who crashed face-first into the ground. With a groan, they rolled onto their back, confusion clouding their optics as they took in their unfamiliar surroundings. “Huh?” they muttered, tilting their helm to gaze at the sky. The expanse above was vast and clear, adding to their disorientation.

Looking to their right, they noticed a massive oak tree standing proudly in the distance, its thick branches swaying gently in the breeze. “Oh… slag,” they hissed, sitting up and taking in more of the organic world around them. “I’m on an organic planet—I’m… okay!?” they exclaimed, marveling at the fact that they could feel emotions and see their surroundings clearly.

Feeling a surge of curiosity and confusion, they jumped to their feet, excitement coursing through their circuits. “Ok! Ok! Whatever you were! Thank you for helping me! But could someone please tell me where I am?” they shouted into the void, hoping for an answer. The only response was the gentle rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds. “Ok… ok… silence it is!” they sighed, resigned to figuring things out on their own.

Determined to find answers, they began to walk through the forest, each step crunching the fallen leaves beneath their peds. As they navigated the unfamiliar terrain, they couldn't help but be fascinated by the vibrant colors and life around them. Flowers bloomed in brilliant hues, and small animals darted through the underbrush, completely oblivious to the giant robot moving through their home.

Eventually, they came across a narrow path that seemed to lead deeper into the forest. With no other options in sight, they decided to follow it, hoping it would lead them to some form of civilization or perhaps another Cybertronian who could explain what was happening.

As they walked, they couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Every rustle of leaves and snap of twigs made them pause and scan their surroundings, but there was never anything there. The sense of unease grew, but they pressed on, determined to uncover the truth.

After what felt like hours of walking, they finally emerged from the dense forest into a small clearing. In the center of the clearing stood a lone, weathered signpost with several arrows pointing in different directions. Each arrow was inscribed with a name they didn't recognize, but the sight of it filled them with hope.

SOMEWHERE
??????
A swirling portal tore open the fabric of reality, casting an eerie purple light across the dark, damp cave. From within the portal, a yellow mech was violently ejected, landing with a thud on the cold cave floor. The mech was lifeless, its optics darkened and its helm marred by a clear shot that had ended its existence. The silence of the cave was only punctuated by the soft dripping of water and the distant echoes of creatures scurrying in the shadows.

Time passed, and the stillness of the cave remained undisturbed. Hours after the mech had been unceremoniously tossed into the cave, a soft purple glow began to illuminate the space. High above the mech, a luminous purple crystal hung from the ceiling, pulsating with an otherworldly energy. A droplet of this mysterious substance formed at the tip of the crystal and, after a moment's hesitation, fell gracefully towards the mech below.

The droplet landed squarely on the mech’s helm, causing a faint sizzle and sending tiny sparks dancing across the surface. A few tense seconds passed, and then the impossible happened—the mech’s optics flickered to life, but instead of their original blue hue, they now glowed a haunting purple. The mech stirred, a low growl escaping from its throat as it slowly rose to its peds. The mech’s movements were sluggish and mechanical, as if struggling to shake off the hold of death that had gripped it for hours.

For what seemed like an eternity, the mech shuffled aimlessly around the cave, its purple optics scanning the environment with a vacant, almost predatory gaze. It searched relentlessly, though it was unclear what it sought. The crystal above continued to pulse, casting eerie shadows that seemed to mock the mech’s ceaseless wandering.

As the hours dragged on, the mech’s movements grew more purposeful, driven by some unknown force. Finally, a distant glimmer of light caught its attention. The mech turned, its optics narrowing as it focused on the source of the light—the cave's exit.

With newfound determination, the mech shuffled towards the light, each step echoing through the cavernous space. The journey was arduous, but the mech pressed on, driven by an insatiable hunger for something it could not yet comprehend. As it neared the exit, the light grew brighter, revealing the world beyond the cave.

Stepping into the light, the mech paused momentarily, its optics adjusting to the brilliance of the outside world. The purple glow of its eyes stood out starkly against the natural surroundings, a symbol of its unnatural resurrection. The mech’s growl grew louder, more menacing, as it surveyed its new environment.

Now, it was time. The mech’s purpose, though still shrouded in mystery, was clearer than ever. It would not rest until its mission was complete, whatever that might be.

SOMEWHEREEEEEE

MARVEL???? :)

Two mechs tumbled out of a swirling portal, landing in a heap. "AGH! -GET OFF ME, BUCKETHEAD!" cried a medic, pushing the other mech off him. With a shove, he managed to free himself and lay back, trying to make sense of their sudden predicament.

The other mech, MAMegatron, stared at the sky, unperturbed. “I’m questioning why I have not killed you right now,” he muttered.

“Shh! We just got kidnapped, I don’t have time for you talking!” MARatchet hissed back, irritation clear in his voice.

Slowly, MARatchet stood up, swaying slightly. MAMegatron rose to his feet as well. For a few tense moments, they stared at each other, the silence heavy with unresolved animosity. MAMegatron's lips curled into a grin, causing MARatchet to bare his denta in a snarl before charging at him.

MAMegatron was taken by surprise, letting out a yelp as MARatchet tackled him to the ground, fists flying. MAMegatron quickly flipped them over, pinning MARatchet beneath him.

MARatchet, undeterred, raised his ped and kicked MAMegatron off him. He scrambled to his feet, only to be struck by a tree branch, knocking him down again.

MARatchet fell hard, but before he could get up, MAMegatron stepped on him, powering up his canon. “If I were you, I would stand down, Ratchet,” he warned.

MARatchet tensed, realizing he was at a disadvantage. Reluctantly, he stopped struggling, and MAMegatron hoisted him up onto his feet again, their glares locked in a silent battle of wills.

MARatchet bared his denta, frustration boiling over as he transformed and drove off, leaving MAMegatron standing alone. Desperation pushed MARatchet to try to contact anyone for help, but he was met with only static. Every attempt to find something familiar, something that said "HOME," proved fruitless.

Turning around a large rock, MARatchet froze when he encountered the last mech he wanted to see again. “ARE YOU FOLLOWING ME?!” he yelled.
MAMegatron glanced up, rolling his optics in exasperation. “Maybe.”
MARatchet transformed back, his systems warning him of damage. “You're hurt,” he noted through clenched denta.

MAMegatron rolled his optics again. “Roll those optics one more time, they're going to fall out!” MARatchet snapped, walking over and grabbing MAMegatron’s arm, which was attached to his canon.
“Five stars,” MAMegatron hissed in pain as MARatchet worked on his arm.
While MARatchet focused on the repairs, MAMegatron stared at him, studying his frame. “We should make a truce,” he said suddenly.
MARatchet froze, the proposal catching him off guard. “A truce? And why should I believe you won’t kill me in my sleep?” he snapped.
“Look around. Nothing is the same, everything is different. I tried many times to get in touch with someone, but I got static. If you think about it, we were on the ship, fighting. Now we are here, clearly something is wrong,” MAMegatron explained.

MARatchet tensed, considering the situation. “Fine…I’ll trust you ONLY until we can find our sides!” he finally agreed.
“Deal,” MAMegatron grinned, a spark of hope in his optics.

 

SOMEWHERE CLOSE TO EARTH IN SPACE

A swirling portal opened in the sky, its edges crackling with raw energy. As quickly as it appeared, the portal disappeared, leaving behind a desolate planet. “Well… this is new,” a sinister voice echoed through the barren landscape.

“Scourge! Scourge! Of course that idiot can’t listen!” the voice snarled. The speaker, a dark, foreboding figure, managed to latch onto the yellow dead mech from earlier. “Well, I lost one, now I've gained one,” they muttered, a twisted grin spreading across their face.
With the ability to control the mech’s every movement, a single, burning thought consumed their mind: KILL OPTIMUS PRIME.

The yellow dead mech stumbled through the forest, its movements jerky and unnatural. A low growl escaped its throat as it caught a scent. “M-must… Ki—kill Optimus!” a garbled voice rasped, purple liquid dripping from its mouth.

The mech stumbled on, its optics wild and unfocused. Pain flooded its system, a constant, agonizing reminder of its undead state. “Help… someone… help…” a weak voice whispered from within.
After what felt like an eternity of searching, the mech finally stumbled upon its prey. A lone mech stood in a clearing, oblivious to the danger lurking in the shadows.
Seeing what it believed to be food, the yellow dead mech lunged at the unsuspecting mech, its optics glowing with a murderous intent. The forest echoed with the sound of metal crashing against metal as the two mechs collided, the yellow dead mech’s strength fueled by its unholy resurrection.

Chapter 24

At the Autobot Base
Animated Jazz

Armada Starscream
IDW Rodimus
G1 Cartoon Skyfire
????? New Mystery Mech

"PRIME!" a follower calls out, bursting into the room. "What seems to be the problem?" Optimus Prime asks, frowning.

"NASA has detected a whole new planet in our solar system, which is currently hovering over Earth as we speak!"

IDW Rodimus, who is present in the room sipping Energon, chokes, his optics wide. "Uh... do you know what it looks like?"

"Actually, NASA was able to get a drone up. This is what it looks like." The screen displays the image.

"Joy, now there are giant planets hovering over us. So fun!" Ratchet hisses out. IDW Rodimus stares at the screen, horror dawning on his face.

"I-I'll be right back!" IDW Rodimus says, running to find IDW Megatron. "Heyyyy Megsss!" he calls out, waving to him as he approaches.

IDW Megatron frowns, noticing the panicked look on IDW Rodimus’s face. "What is wrong now?" he asks, seeing the urgency in IDW Rodimus’s expression.

"C-Can we, uh, talk in private?" IDW Rodimus whispers. IDW Megatron frowns but nods, following IDW Rodimus as he grabs his servo and drags him into a supply closet.

"Listen, uh, what would you say if we might have to deal with a Unicron?" IDW Rodimus says, his voice shaky.

IDW Megatron freezes. "WHAT?" he yells out loud.

"SHHHHH!" IDW Rodimus quickly covers IDW Megatron’s mouth, both looking panicked. "Okay, okay, so it’s not looking good, but we handled Unicron before!"

"And we almost all died!" IDW Megatron snaps. "And we had a lot more Cybertronians with us! I doubt any of them can handle Unicron!"

"Okay, okay, yeah, this is really bad, BUT our dimension’s Cybertronians are out there somewhere, here! We find them before Unicron wants to eat us!"

"And what do we tell them? What do we say? Oh yes, there is Unicron now!" IDW Megatron snaps.

An alarm goes off, startling them. "Slag!" they both exclaim, running out of the closet. Ratchet looks at them weirdly.

"So what’s the diagnosis, doc?" IDW Rodimus asks, pointing finger guns at him. Ratchet glares. "We got a new signal."

"Yes! See, Megs, we’re gonna find our friends!" IDW Rodimus says, grinning.

"Me, Rodimus, and... Megatron will go find them," Optimus Prime announces. Ratchet gives Optimus a worried look, especially at IDW Megatron joining them.

"Whooohoo!" IDW Rodimus exclaims, grinning. IDW Megatron tenses, sensing that something isn't right.

Entering the ground bridge, they land in Egypt. "Okay, team, uh... where are we?" IDW Rodimus mutters, looking around. "We are in Egypt," Optimus says.

"Are you sure these are the right coordinates?" IDW Megatron asks, looking around.

"Hey, I see something!" IDW Rodimus says, pointing to a shadow walking towards them. "Is... that Ultra Magnus? HEY MAGNUS, WE MISSED YOUUU!"

The figure gets closer. "Rodimus... that’s... not Ultra Magnus..." The figure lunges, a long, massive tongue trying to grab IDW Rodimus.

"IT'S A DIREWRATH, GET OUT OF HERE!" IDW Megatron yells, pushing Optimus away from the attack. "WAIT, IT'S CONVOY, WE GOTTA HELP HIM!"

"RODIMUS, THERE IS NO HELP, JUST KILL IT!" IDW Megatron snarls, dodging another attack. "YOU’RE ALL QUITE AN INTERESTING BUNCH. ONCE I FIND MY ARMY AND FIGURE OUT WHERE I AM, I WILL KILL YOU ALL!" the creature screams out.

"We need backup, Optimus!" IDW Rodimus yells, panicking. "NO, WE NEED TO RETREAT! RODIMUS!" IDW Megatron snaps. Optimus fires a blast, hitting the creature. "Ratchet, we need backup!"

A few seconds later, Bulkhead, Arcee, Bumblebee, and Animated Jazz all appear. "Optimus, what is that thing?" Bumblebee asks.

"Don't let it grab you!" IDW Megatron snarls, pissed off about this. "ULTRA MAGNUS IS NO MORE!"

The creature lunges at Arcee, grabbing her. She screams, "IT BURNS, IT BURNS!" A hammer swings, lightning strikes it, and the creature goes flying.

ANUltra Magnus frowns as Arcee trembles, gripping the ground. "What is that?" he says, as the creature wobbles, standing up. ANUltra Magnus growls, swinging his hammer again, sending the creature flying.

"We need to retreat!" IDW Megatron snaps. "And what if we do? Then it finds a way to... we need to stop it! AND it’s him, Bumblebee managed to help him!"

"Magnus! Remember who you are, you can fight him! Come on, Mags! Remember Stardrive? That was her name, right?" IDW Rodimus shouts. An angry roar from the creature charges, dodging ANUltra Magnus's swing. Its long tail sweeps ANUltra Magnus off his feet.

An appendage grabs ANUltra Magnus before he falls, wrapping around his waist. "SLAG!" IDW Megatron screams.

Optimus fires, striking the creature in an optic. It screams, dropping ANUltra Magnus. Now, it’s after Optimus, sensing the Matrix.

Ratchet comes out of nowhere, firing the Immobilizer, freezing it. IDW Megatron looks surprised. "What just happened?"

"I used the Immobilizer. That thing isn’t moving... and what in Primus’s name is that?" Ratchet says, staring at it.

"It’s... uh, Ultra Magnus...?" IDW Rodimus says.

"We could have died, Rodimus! Was this some sort of joke?" IDW Megatron says. "You always act like it is!"

"No matter what, we had to stop him!" IDW Rodimus says. "Can... can someone help me get him inside?" IDW Rodimus asks. Optimus comes.

IDW Rodimus and Optimus drag him into the base, while everyone else follows. "What is that?" Miko asks, her eyes wide.

ANSentinal looks disturbed, staying away as IDW Rodimus and Optimus strap him down on a medical berth. "Uh, Ratchet, do you think you can help him? When he did get free... he died..."

Ratchet stares. "Rodimus... I’ll try, but I can’t make any promises..." Ratchet says, his voice serious.

"Thank you..." IDW Rodimus says. "Well... I think me and Meg’s idea was right... not only that dimensions are being affected, but the past, present, and a good chance our futures are also dragged here."

"Why do you think that?" ANJazz asks, looking confused.

"A while ago, a video was shown of a Seeker who crashed into a house. That Seeker’s name is Pharma, and he is dead. He—" IDW Rodimus points to the creature— "is named Ultra Magnus, aka Convoy. He died."

"Could it be another Convoy?" Bulkhead asks.

"I doubt it. Most dimensions don’t have the Ultra Magnus we do," IDW Megatron says.

"But there might be a way to get confirmation that he is ours," IDW Megatron says. "When the Lost Light went to other dimensions, one way was our Energon. All Energon is different. So if he has our Energon, then he is ours."

Ratchet frowns, grabbing a needle. He walks over to IDW Megatron, who sticks his arm out. Ratchet, not so gently, finds a line and does the job.

Pink Energon fills the needle. Ratchet grabs another and does the same to the creature.

Pink Energon. Ratchet then takes the two and puts them in a device that should tell them if it is the same.

While it’s doing its job, Ratchet stares at the creature laying on the berth, frozen. Its optics stare into his.

"So, is anyone going to tell me what is that?!" Miko asks.

"It’s Ultra Magnus," IDW Megatron says.

"Yes, you said that, but... why does he look like that?" Jack asks.

"It’s something... that I do not wish to explain. Something that someone did... that I should never have trusted to get something on their own."

"I thought you said your Magnus was alive?" Ratchet said.

"Well... it’s more complicated. See, Ultra Magnus used to be alive, but died. And then there was a new Magnus, and after he died or retired, there was a new Magnus after them."

"Wait, so that’s just a title?" Raf says.

"Yeah, the last one after our Magnus was him, Convoy. After Convoy died, the past Magnus became Magnus again."

"Woah! So cool!" Raf says. "“Is that similar to your dimension?” Raf asked, looking up at ANUltra Magnus.

“No, no it isn’t,” ANUltra Magnus replied, shaking his head. Just then, the machine emitted a soft ding, drawing Ratchet’s attention. He quickly checked the results displayed on the screen.

“It’s the same Energon, but there’s something attacking it—likely whatever’s happening to him,” Ratchet explained, his optics narrowing in concern.

“So it’s settled then, anyone can show up,” IDWRodimus concluded, a worried look crossing his face.

“That’s not good,” IDWMegatron said, staring intensely at IDWRodimus.

“Rodimus, we’ve had a lot of enemies. Look, we just had him show up—what if next it’s Overlord, Tarn, or even Shockwave!” IDWMegatron snapped, his tone growing more urgent.

“And there’s a high chance Unicron is here!” IDWMegatron continued, his voice rising.

“Wait, what!? What do you mean?” Ratchet snapped, a look of worry spreading across his face.

“What is your Unicron status?” IDWMegatron demanded.

“You’re standing on him,” Arcee interjected, her voice heavy with worry.

“Oh, oh Primus help us!” IDWRodimus choked out, his optics wide with shock.

“That’s it, we’re all screwed,” IDWMegatron said, a defeated look washing over his face.

Notes:

Ok I want to say, I deeply apologize for taking so long doing this chapter. So a lot of things have happened over the year. My mom had a mild stroke while I was at work, not fun, I graduated. Yay! I got a new rooster and like 22 chickens yay! I still trying to get my damn marvel 70 transformers comic and now I want the Rom vs Transformers comics now.

So to give you guys an update, I basically went through a very dark and depressing time, lost a group of friends, which hurts. I also been updating chapters im now on like 12 to 13 chapter, which tonight I’m going to try and get more done.

So I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, and who that strange mystery mech. My new love who HAS no fanfics or pictures of him which sucks

So byee see you guys soon!

Chapter 25

UPDATE

SOOOOO before you all panic noo this is not a bad update. So as you know ive been updating and redoing every single chapter. Fixing each word by word. And dealing with my google docs malfunctioning to the point it automatically corrected everyones name so i had to manually fix that. Well last night i got the urge to fix this. I Just now got done with redoing everything. One day ill likely redo everything again. BUT Its longer. some chapters definitely differnet. And literally learned ive been spelling cybertronians wrong so i had to fix that.

An update on my life. As you know, at least i think you know, I have a job. A part time job at an animal shelter...which is rough. Well tomarrow..might be a chance on full time. I also got my drivers license which im gratefull...hate parrel parking, My dog had a cancerous growth thankfully he should be fine. And got a new rooster...which he sadly died after a few months. And now i have a new rooster. Ive been listening to lady gaga for the past few hours. While questioning why am i doing this. My other friend ditched me and i went in a very dark place. My mom had a mild stroke which. She is likely now having surgery for her neck and shoulders. We have no heat so i have been freezing and have been in a dark place with everything going on. I also had...a guy intrested in me? went out to see a moive...and yeah that was it. Um Oh i found out my little sister was on wattpad yeah i yelled at her. Because look at us all. We are all likely robot loving freaks.

Also to help people understand more. Prime takes place after Orion horrible experience. IDW is a mess. Basically lets say this. As you see Pharma is alive. He is frommmm before he is found by crazy Tyrest. But Rodimus is from the after Tyrest issues...So basically each IDW is broken up. Because there is sooo many. Like you guys might get Damus....or a senator..or the crazy religous nut jub.

Now Cyberverse is around starscream getting the allspark

Marvel i couldnt tell you

Animated is from season two when the fight was happening at the space bridge

Bayverse is something..different. So we will say ANYTHING WITH BAY Is from eithe r1-3 movies. While Knight is from 4-5 movies. Now there will not be two optimus from this series. It will just be KnightOp.

Next is Earthspark which takes place im going to say around the end of season one

Rise of the beast takes place in the middle of the movie

Bee movie takes place after everything

Now if i left anything out right now ill say something.

Oh and Predaking takes place in the future sooo....hmm.. Also my friend will kill me when they realize who Predaking kidnapped. BUT PLEASE if you have anyone you wish to be added please let me know! I plan on now doing a chapter soon! Now ima update each and every chapter!

Chapter 26: Not a chapter but update

So. Before you ask. No im not done with this. And it will have a new chapter in August

So..I got the full time job. yay…. Uh life turned upside down, and I’m really struggling at even writing anymore. I’m not able to write a lot right now. Since I only have uh two and a half walls for a room. And no door. And everyone walks in my room every. Single. Day.

So a lot of other slag has happened. I never wanted to buy a house and leave. But nope. I can’t because I’m paying off my parents damn debt.

I feel like I’m failing..? My boss thinks so. My parents think so. God I even feel awkward around the people I care about because I’m failing. And I’m drowning and I’m holding onto a floaty down a river.

And I feel like I’m failing at writing what I wish to write. Everything I’m doing is critiqued. All I have is art. And primus. My one friend found out I liked transformers and really let loose on how weird, which made things awkward.

Yeah..life gotten so twisted around. And I just wish to primus it would all stop. All just stopped.

Butt…1-5 on August no one will be home. And I can write some. I really will try and get a chapter out

I’m sorry.

Notes:

Ok, I have been having this idea stuck in my head for a while. Throughout my life I’ve always known what transformers were, but never watched the shows nor read the comics, until recently. I’ve only have watch the bay verse movies. But recently I’ve been slowly watching and reading them all, and came up with this idea, that all the crazy wacky worlds of transformers all came to TFP. A little to know about this fic is that I might have got things wrong, or wrote a character wrong, I didn't mean to, if I did. I'm also taking what I know from other fanfics I’ve read. I just started to read the idw comics and started to watch Armada. So if I do get the characters wrong or their story, I didn't mean to. Also another thing is, that I do not know if I will add ships. All the characters are either from the movies, tv, or from the comics.
That means, everyone I will try and add. Oh boy what mess this is going to be. So please be patient with me, this is going to be a mess. A very terrible mess.
I do not own ANY OF THE TRANSFORMERS they are all owned by their creators and Hasbro. And there will be no ocs in this story.