"Patrols, patrols, patrols." Jack Darby huffed, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. "What do you Bots do when you aren't patrolling?"

Arcee smiled and rolled her optics as she watched her young, human friend pull himself to the top of the final stone. "You're the one who asked if you could come."

"Well, yeah." He said, walking up to the blue femme's side. "I just thought that visiting Egypt would be a bit more exciting than this."

However, as the teen cast his eyes from the two-wheeled Autobot, and looked out over the endless, shimmering desert, highlighted by the ancient majesty of the Egyptian pyramids, he found himself having a sudden change of heart.

"Okay," he said. "That is really cool."

"I've got to admit." Arcee said, putting a servo on her hip. "Even though you humans are small, you can build some pretty impressive things."

"Too bad Raf isn't here. I bet he would've loved this."

"What about Miko?"

Jack smiled and shrugged. "Nothing's exploding. I think she'd be bored out of her mind."

Arcee glanced over the edge of the pyramid that they were standing on. "What were these things for? Did these Egypt people live in them?"

"Uh, no. Not really. They were tombs, where they buried dead people."

Arcee suddenly flinched, and looked down at her peds in disgust. "We're standing on top of dead humans?"

"No, just one."

"What?"

"I think that they only buried one guy in each pyramid."

"Just one?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"All of this," she asked, gesturing to the other towering structures. "For one human each?"

"I guess so."

Arcee shook her helm. "Seems like a waste of space."

"I guess." He responded with a shrug. "But I think that they were all like kings, and pharaohs and stuff."

"Ah," She said, crossing her arms. "So they just had a Megatron Complex?"

Jack laughed. "Yeah. Pretty much."

The human and the Cybertronian both stood quietly for a moment, each taking in the beauty of the Egyptian desert under the falling sun. However, when the moment passed, Arcee spoke up.

"C'mon kid, we're not patrolling if we're not moving."

The femme began to walk back towards the edge of the pyramid.

"Wait, what? But we just got up here!"

She turned around and smirked. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want to have a picnic?"

Jack smiled and shrugged. "I didn't bring any sandwiches."

"Of course. Listen, I'm sorry Jack, but…"

She stopped speaking suddenly as a voice spoke on the COMM. She put a silver finger on the side of her helm to answer. "Arcee here."

Jack could barely hear Ratchet's gruff voice coming through the other end. "What's…"

Arcee quietly shushed him. "No, it's been pretty uneventful." She listened for a moment. "No, we haven't seen anything out of the ordinary. Why?"

"Uh, Arcee?"

She shushed him again. "Sorry, what was that?"

"Arcee? Hey, I think…"

She shushed him once again. "What do you mean you're getting a reading out here? We haven't seen anything…"

"Arcee!"

"What?" She asked at last.

With his head pointed to the sky, Jack slowly pointed up. Arcee's optics followed, until they caught sight of a yellow, shimmering streak, falling through the air like a shooting star. The thing fell faster and faster, until it exploded into the ground with a flash, a little more than a mile from where the two were standing.

"Uh, Ratchet?" Arcee said. "I think we're going to have to get back to you."

Jack smiled. "Does this mean we can't have our picnic?"

The femme smiled, before bending down and transforming into a slick, blue motorcycle. "Hop on."

Jack compiled, throwing his leg over the other side, and grabbing hold of her handlebars. "Wait a minute. Shouldn't we climb down first?"

If she wasn't in her vehicle mode, the blue two-wheeler would have grinned mischievously. "Hold on!"

Revving up in a flash, with her wheels spinning, she suddenly shot out over the edge of the tall pyramid, careening down the sloped side at a blinding speed. Jack screamed in terror at first, but when Arcee's back wheel bounced off the first block of limestone with a crash, he found himself suddenly silenced.

That's going to hurt tomorrow, he thought, pressing his thighs together in pain.

Bouncing down each level, the human and Cybertronian two-wheeler flew down the pyramid, until her wheels hit the soft sand of the desert. Pivoting quickly, she faced the direction they needed to go, and they were off, speeding towards the crash site of the mysterious object.

Meanwhile, in the wreckage of a crashed ship far away, another Cybertronian who was monitoring signals across the planet happened to pick up the very same one.

"Interesting." Starscream mused, keeping his optic on the Harbinger's screen as it scanned the foreign object. "Energon readings, and Decepticon life signals. It would seem as though the poor Autobots will soon have to deal with even more adversaries."

His sly smile drooped. "Of course, that means I may have to deal with them as well. Bah!" He exclaimed, throwing up his arms. "Curse you, Megatron. You think you can throw me away? Turn my own allies against me? I'll show you, oh, I'll show you."

The castaway seeker began typing furiously, his long, claw-like digits moving up and down in rhythm. Though the Harbinger was a relatively old Decepticon warship, it still possessed information on most of the important figures, as well as ways to track their life signals. Starscream found this very useful to his cause, since he could track his "fellow" Decepticons whenever they were on the move.

However, as the seeker finally managed to zone in on the identity of the strange signal, he found himself both intrigued, and uncomfortably nervous.

"Oh my…" He murmured. "It's them…"

"What is it?" Jack asked, as he and Arcee skidded to a stop, a short ways away from the crash site. He jumped off, and the two-wheeler transformed back to her bipedal mode. The object had crashed next to what looked like an excavation site, with multiple construction vehicles surrounding one of the pyramids.

"I don't know." She answered, stepping forward, with the human following just behind. "I don't recognize the ship."

The object at the bottom of the crater was in fact a ship; a large, yellow spacecraft that looked as though it could fit all of Team Prime rather comfortably.

"Is it Decepticon?"

"I really don't know, Jack." Raising her arm, the femme brought up her arm-blaster and pointed it at the ship. "But better safe than sorry. Stay here."

Jack nodded, watching as his Autobot partner stepped carefully towards the downed ship. As he watched, he suddenly had a nasty feeling of deja vu, since it wasn't too long ago that the duo had stumbled across Arachnid's crashed ship, which had very nearly ended in his own death. Nevertheless, he trusted Arcee, and knew she could handle herself.

The blue two-wheeler was also feeling uncomfortable, since she didn't recognize the design of the strange ship. Keeping her optics and blaster glued to the wreck, she activated her COMM. "Arcee to base. Do you copy?"

She heard Ratchet's reply in her receptor. "Copy. What do you see?"

"It's a ship alright. I can't see any movement."

"Can you tell who it belongs to?"

Carefully, the blue femme slid down the uprooted sand and dirt, and walked carefully towards the wreck. She outstretched a servo, and wiped away the grime caking the hot steel, to reveal a familiar, purple insignia.

"It's definitely Decepticon." She whispered, quickly stepping backwards, even more alert than before. "I think I'd like some backup."

"Noted. Stay low, I'll gather the team."

"Roger."

As quietly as she could, Arcee climbed back up the crater to Jack, who was waiting patiently.

"It's Decepticon?" He whispered as she crouched down next to him.

She nodded. "Yeah, it looks like it."

"You don't know who?"

She shook her helm. "Whoever it is, we can't let Megatron find them and pick them up. That buckethead's got enough followers as it is. We can't afford him getting even more backup."

Jack nodded, still carefully observing the strange ship as they waited for the rest of the team. "Are you getting a bad feeling about this?"

The usually fearless two-wheeler frowned. "A little."

Not long afterwards, a green, swirling vortex sprung up a short ways away from the duo. From out of the Ground Bridge walked three more towering Cybertronians: Bulkhead, the massive green Wrecker; Bumblebee, the gold and black scout; and Optimus Prime himself, the towering red and blue commander of all Autobot forces, and the last of the Primes.

The latter walked up to his second-in-command and her human ward. "Has anything come out of the wreckage?"

Arcee shook her helm. "It's been quiet. All of the hatches are shut, so I assume whatever was in there hasn't left."

Optimus nodded with his optics scanning the frame of the ship. He was obviously deep in thought.

"Well, whoever it is, we'll send them back to the scrapheap before Megatron gets his claws on them." Bulkhead declared, transforming his servo into a massive, steel wrecking ball.

Bumblebee let out a few whining beeps, at which Optimus nodded thoughtfully. "Bumblebee is right: We must not assume hostile intentions, until it becomes clear that is their motive. We do not yet know if the crew even survived the crash."

A voice suddenly broke through the relative silence. "Survived the crash!?"

Too slow, Optimus turned around to see a yellow front-end loader come barreling towards him. Before even he could react, the Prime found himself knocked off his peds, and falling forward into the loader's scoop. "Give us more credit than that, Prime!"

The front-end loader picked up speed, before throwing it's scoop upwards, hurling the Autobot commander high into the air, before he came crashing down to the ground.

"Optimus!" Arcee cried, before jumping forward to try to save him. But before she could move, she felt something wrap around her legs, knocking her off her peds onto her faceplate.

She landed with a grunt, and quickly scrambled around, to see a yellow and purple crane, with its long, steel cord twisted around her ankle-joints.

"Look what I caught!" Said a voice that came from the crane. "A little, blue Autobot!"

"Arcee!" Jack cried out, running forward to help her.

He and Arcee both furiously tried to unravel the thick cord from her legs, until they saw with a jolt that the sharp hook at the end of the rope was imbedded into her ankle-joint.

"Scrap!" She cursed, as the crane suddenly began to drive away, dragging her harshly across the ground away from Jack's help.

Meanwhile, Bulkhead and Bumblebee were having their own problems. The green Wrecker had tried to run forward to help Optimus, only to be barreled into by a massive, yellow dump truck, knocking the sturdy 'Bot to his rear. Quickly, he tried to climb back to his peds, only to be knocked over again by a huge, yellow bulldozer.

Bumblebee let out a series of concerned beeps, and ran forward to try to help his friends. But before he knew what had hit him, he felt something large and strong bash into him from behind. He fell forward onto his faceplate, as he heard a high, squeaky voice taunt. "Do you want another, Autobot?"

Quickly, the scout tried to climb back to his peds, but before he could, he heard a sticky, sickening splat. He looked down to see that his servos had been caked in a thick, grey substance, that was quickly hardening.

And just like that, Team Prime had been incapacitated, each one struck down before they even had a chance to fight back.

Groaning in pain, Optimus tried to climb back up, before he felt a pressure on his chestplate push him back down.

"It's been a long time, Prime."

Optimus focused his optics to see a burly, yellow and purple bot standing on top of him, with a smile plastered across his faceplate.

"Scrapper." Optimus groaned.

"Bingo. And not just me, the whole team's here too!"

He gestured proudly around at the rest of the aggressive construction vehicles, who had at last transformed to reveal their true form. "Say hello to the Constructicons!"

Hook, a tall and thin bot with a long sword on his back still had Arcee tangled by his hook, which was extending from where his right servo should be.

Bulkhead, who was usually unmatched in strength, was being held down by two massive yellow bots: Bonecrusher, a bulldozer who boasted a huge drill on his left arm; and Long Haul, a dumptruck who didn't possess any weapons, but was by far the largest of the six Constructicons.

The grey substance around Bee's servos had hardened, making him unable to fight back as Mixmaster, a thin bot who carried a cylindrical cement mixer on his back, proudly put a ped on the scout's back as though he was a hunting trophy.

And last of all, Scavenger, an excavator and the smallest of the six, had a struggling Jack clenched tightly in his servo. "Don't struggle, little thing," he said in his high, squeaky voice. "Or I may have to dig you an early grave."

"Jack!" Arcee cried out in concern, still struggling against Hook's hook.

"Scrapper!" Optimus bellowed. "What is the meaning of this?"

"Well, Prime. It's really quite simple. We work for Megatron, and so we do what he want us to."

"And he wants us to crush every Autobot in his way!" Bonecrusher bellowed.

"And too long have we waited for this chance." Mixmaster said. "To deliver the head of Optimus Prime himself. The glory that we will receive, the praise that Megatron will bestow upon us!"

He bowed down slightly, holding out his servos as though he was already imagining himself presenting Megatron his new trophy.

"If you ask me," Hook said with a snide look. "Megatron was just too soft to take them out in the first place. Look how easily we took them down."

"Maybe Megatron will finally see just how valuable we are!" Scavenger said hopefully.

"Shut up, Scavenger." Long Haul growled.

"Cut it out!" Scrapper yelled, before bending down to face Optimus again. "So, what will it be, Prime? Should we end this now, or should I keep your Spark online so Megatron can snuff it out himself?"

"Scrapper," Optimus said calmly. "You do not have to do this. We were once allies, and we can be so again. Serving Megatron will only result in your own destruction."

"Don't make me bored, Prime. I've heard it before, and it didn't end any better for you then than it did now."

"Wait," Jack said, still clamped in Scavenger's grip. "These guys actually beat you?" He was amazed, as he had always believed Optimus to be the greatest Cybertronian warrior ever, on par with only Megatron himself.

Hook however just laughed. "Beat him? We humiliated him! An entire squadron under his command, and we devastated every last one! It was Prime's greatest defeat!"

"Pardon Hook." Scavenger not-so-subtly whispered to Jack. "He's a bit of a… what's the word Mixmaster?"

"Ego maniac." The cement mixer said with a smile.

"Hah!" Hook laughed. "You clowns have no idea what I do for you! If it weren't for me, we'd all…"

They didn't get a chance to find out what would happen, as Hook suddenly found himself being swept off his peds. Arcee, who had managed to remove the hook from her ankle joint, had jumped up and with all her might, pulled on the rope connected to the Constructicon. With a cry, Hook was pulled toward her, until he was stopped when her fist came into contact with his faceplate. The Constructicon crane, dazed, couldn't fight back as Arcee kicked his legs out from under him, sending him to the ground.

"What the…" Scrapper said, taking some attention away from Optimus. That was his mistake, as the Autobot commander grabbed hold of his leg, and hurled the Constructicon leader off of him. He landed with a grunt on his rear, and recovered just in time to counter a mighty punch being thrown by the red and blue semi.

Meanwhile, Arcee was racing towards Bulkhead's captors. With a ferocious cry, she lept into the air, and aimed a kick towards Long Haul's faceplate. Her ped connected, and the huge dump truck was knocked backwards, releasing his grip on the Wrecker. Bulkhead took this opportunity to punch Bonecrusher with a blow that would have knocked an elephant off it's feet. The bulldozer was only dazed however, and with a roar, he pounced back towards the Wrecker, spinning up his drill.

Mixmaster, in an attempt to help his fellow Constructicons, left Bumblebee alone and ran forward, changing his servo into an unusually shaped blaster, shaped like the faucet of a firehose. The tank on his back began to spin, and from the blaster, a stream of grey cement-like substance began to spew forth. Arcee barely had time to avoid it as it splattered onto the ground, hardening almost instantly.

Scavenger, his optics shooting around at all of the commotion, quickly set Jack down, to the human's extreme surprise.

"Please don't go anywhere." He asked, before transforming back into the excavator, and joining the fight.

Jack, without hesitation, began to run far away from the battle, taking cover behind a large, fallen stone from one of the nearby pyramids. Carefully peeking out, he watched as Autobot and Constructicon battled it out savagely.

Eventually, though Bumblebee was still stuck and the Constructicons outnumbered the Autobots two to one, it looked as though Team Prime was succeeding. Seeing this, Scrapper stepped back, calling out to Optimus defiantly.

"You can't beat us, Prime! Prepare to meet your end!"

He spun around. "Constructicons! Combine!"

"No!" Optimus yelled, trying to stop them.

But it was too late. Before any of the Autobots could move, the six Constructicons began to transform, but not into their usual vehicle modes. Rather, Scrapper and Mixmaster transformed into what looked like two, tall towers, of which Long Haul jumped on top, transforming as he lept. With a hiss and a clunk, the dump truck connected with his fellow Constructicons, allowing Hook to leap up, and transform into another section, attaching himself to the top. Scavenger and Bonecrusher were the last, leaping up, transforming and attaching themselves to the sides of Hook. Two huge servos appeared, joints and moving parts took shape, and last of all, a head popped up from very top of the massive structure.

Jack watched all of this in silent horror, scarcely believing his eyes. The six Constructicons had merged together into one, colossal behemoth.

As this new foe bashed its fists together and let out a booming roar that swept across the barren desert, Jack saw Optimus do something he hadn't seen before: The courageous Autobot commander, took a step backwards, with deep fear shining in his optics, a fear that was shared equally among his fellow Autobots.

"Devastator…"

Author's Note: You may be wondering where in the world this story came from. Honestly, I don't know either. See, let me explain: I love Transformers Prime. It's a fantastic show, and I personally think it's the defining Transformers show, besides Generation 1. I love Transformers Devastation, an absolute gem of a game made by Platinum Studios. I hate the Micheal Bay movies. That doesn't really have anything to do with this, I just wanted to say that.

So anyway, I was playing Transformers Devastation, fighting Devastator for the third time, when I had a thought: "You know, the one thing that could have made Prime a better show, is if it had this guy in it."

And, yeah. I came up with a story, got carried away as usual, and here it is, Chapter 1 of a little thing I'm going to be doing. I don't think it's going to be a ridiculously long story, maybe six or seven chapters at the most since I kind of wanted it to feel like it was an actual episode of Prime. (Though, I'm not sure exactly where it is in the show's timeline. The problem with linear storytelling is that it doesn't give a lot of wiggle room for content-creators. All I can say it's somewhere in Season 2.)

Anyway, I guess that's about it. I hope you enjoyed this little thing, and I think you can expect the next chapter soon.

Yours Truly, Ultimate Supreme Executive Chairman.