Legend of Bruticus (Chapter 1)

First Formation

Some Decepticons were built to be warriors, some technicians, some medics, but very few were ever to be as lucky as to be a Gestalt. Bruticus was one of these mighty beings. His name struck fear into all who ever saw this monster, and his legacy carried on throughout the factions as a devastating war machine. Bruticus was made for two functions: start war and end it. But being a Gestalt, he was comprised of multiple other Decepticons. One would create the main torso while the others formed limbs.

Onslaught was the leader of the group and formed the torso. He towered over his brothers as he led them into battle with tactical superiority, only to be topped by the leader of all Decepticons: Megatron. Onslaughts alternate mode was a long range anti-air truck coated in yellow; a suiting mode for this clever warrior. He lived by the words, "The mind is the greatest weapon." Vortex formed the left arm and was the cruelest of the group and functioned as the interrogator. His chosen alternate mode was a sky blue Black Hawk helicopter with the signature Decepticon purple camouflage. He enjoyed torturing pathetic Autobots and then finishing them off in the slowest way possible, just as a means of entertainment. The only one who could keep this monster under control was his brother, Blast Off. Speaking of his brother, Blast off was the only one who seemed to not fit in the group. He had no advanced weaponry like the others or enjoyed killing like the others did. It could almost go as far to say that he could've been an Autobot at one time. His function was a chemist and the carrier. In his free time, he would concoct new and more powerful weapons for his fellow Decepticons; but never made one for himself. He did not enjoy fighting; he saw it as pointless violence. Megatron kept him around because he was the most efficient scientist they had and he had another unique ability: mass-shifting. In his robot mode he was as tall as Vortex, but when he transformed, he could change his size. His alternate mode was a white and purple space shuttle and was used to transport cargo or the Decepticons from Cybertron to Earth. Next is Swindle, and as his name implies, cared only for money. "Make money, not war" was his motto. He was willing to sell anything to anyone for the right price, even if it was his enemies. Swindle was considered as the brightest of the group and also formed the right leg. His chosen vehicle mode was a militarized red jeep or Humvee. Last and second only to Vortex in ruthlessness was Brawl. He was extremely headstrong, stubborn, and determined to crush every Autobot under his mighty treads. His motto was, "I was built to be wild" and definitely lived up to his words. Like Vortex, he was almost uncontrollable when he went on a rampage, and also like Vortex, the only one who could stop him was Blast Off. He transformed into a vehicle that suited him most from the group: a purple and green camo Leopard tank. This group of ruthless and nearly unstoppable Decipticons was known as the Combaticons and when combined, formed the legendary Bruticus.

"Decepticons, why are you standing around? Attack!" Megatron issued the order on their home planet, Cybertron, to initiate one of the thousands of civil wars that have going on for millenias. A group of Autobots where returning to base when they were ambushed by the Monsters. The firsts out on the battlefield were the Seekers, a group of jet-formers who earned their name by being the first to scout the earth, to drop bombs on top of their unsuspecting enemies. A few expendable Autobots were destroyed by them, and the rest reacted by immediately taking cover. Both Megatron and his second in command, Shockwave, rushed to the field. "Shockwave, you know what to do." Megatron hinted. "Yes, sir." He replied as he back flipped into his alternate mode: a large, laser pistol. He landed in Megatron's hand he took aim at the sheltering Autobots. "Die Autobots!" he screamed as he shot two through their sparks. "Deadshot, we need support." the Autobot, Hot Rod, called on his built-in radio. "I gotcha Hot Rod." He responded miles away, perched up and the side of the wreckage of a building. He deployed his sniper as he laid prone on the metal. He looked through his scope and pulled Megatron into his sights. "You're goin' down Megatron." He said just as he pulled the trigger. The laser round flew through the air at high speed and made contact with the steel on Megatron's chest. "AH! Decepticons fall back!" he ordered, "Combaticons, stay and cover our tracks." "As you command Megatron." Onslaught replied. "Transform and form Bruticus!"

Swindle and Brawl transformed into their respected positions and formed the legs while Onslaught converted to the torso and combined with the legs. Vortex and Blast Off flew up to Onslaughts shoulders and twisted into what became the arms. Hands sprouted from their steel, and picked Onslaught's helmet and Bruticus's large gun from his back to complete the monster. The helmet fit perfectly over the torsos head, and with that, Bruticus was formed. "Must destroy Autobots." Were his first words as he took a mighty step that shook the planet. He peered down the cowering Autobots, and used the huge cannons placed on his back to reign death upon the pitiful robots. They rolled out of the way except for one who was paralyzed with pure fear. The missiles came down hard on the Transformer, disintegrating him in an instant. "Autobots, we have to retreat. Do you have our backs, Deadshot?" "I gotcha, don't you worry. Just get out of there ASAP!" the sniper took aim again, but this time at the head and pulled the trigger. He looked on in awe as the round merely bounced off his skull. Bruticus's binocular optics zoomed in on Deadshot's exact position and raised and hand cannon. "Autobot…die!" he fired his weapon and the Transformer-sized caliber stretched across the sky, moving right at Deadshot. He had enough time, though, to transform to his jet and quickly fly away as the round struck and obliterated what was left of the building. When he looked back to where the rest of the Autobots were, they were no longer there; they had taken another route to their base. "Combaticons, disengage." Onslaught ordered and his brothers followed. Bruticus fell into his individual components and returned to their leader.

Back at the Autobot's base, Hot Rod approached his commander. "Optimus, we have a problem, one bigger than Megatron." "I know, Hot Rod, I was watching the whole thing." "And you didn't come help us?" "You saw how durable that monster is, our current numbers cannot stand up to such a beast plus Megatron; we would lose too many soldiers." "So what now, what other choice do we have?" "Some of my Autobots discovered an ancient warrior buried deep within the planet that just might be able to stand up to that behemoth. I recognized him immediately and ordered our technicians and medics to begin reconstruction on him." "Who is it, sir?" "His name is legendary and respected, he is Metroplex." "What? I thought he was only a myth." "No, Hot Rod, he's real and he may be what we need to turn the tide of the war in our favor."