Summary: Armada/G1 crossover with slight alterations. While fighting the battle with Unicron, members of the Armada gang caught in his laser fire are hurtled into another dimension instead of facing deactivation. Redalert, Megatron, and Scaleblade (OC) must figure out how to cope in a new world where their previous battle merits hold no rank, the Decepticons want their technology and them dead, and the Autobots don't believe their tales of another world. Will they make it home or are they truly dead and this is their hell?
OC Scaleblade bio can be found through my deviant art profile. She is mine, Skullgenocide is a friend's. And I don't know Transformers.
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"EVERYBODY GET DOW-"
Explosions rocked the ground cutting off Skullgenocide in mid-sentence. The force of the impact rattled him painfully to the core and back again. In what seemed like an eternity he was thrown to the ground face first, limbs tumbling end over end, before skidding to a halt in a twisted heap some feet away. Smoke, fire and debris flooded the air, suffocating in every way possible. Those around him choked on the thick substance and some on their own energon. He shoved his hands under him ignoring the pain flooding his sensors and shoved upwards. Aftershocks and explosions in the distance continued to rumble all around in a deafening performance. Grasping for purchase on a nearby ledge, Skullgenocide hoisted himself upright and too his peds using anything he could for support.
As the resounding thunder began to die down, the horrible sounds of war came flooding back to reality. Mechs coughed and spat, moaned and creaked with the straining of joints. In the not too far distance, gunfire and screaming reigned supreme.
Skullgenocide spat out energon and a few dente along with it. Landing on your face wasn't a good idea. He grimaced. "-gotta be fucking kidding me." He winced at his own use of the alien language while he surveyed the damage with his glossa. Grabbing his jaw and setting it straight with an audible crack, he straightened himself out and took in the damage around him. "Alright. Who's dead?"
"Your humor never ceases to amaze. This is not a joking matter, Decepticon." Blurr seethed. In response to Skullgenocide's question, a few mumbled coherent responses, while more could only respond in a forced grunt or growl.
He looked around and did another sweep of the mechs around him. Everything seemed fine. As he turned to survey the route back to the ships ahead of him, something caught the corners of his optic. And it was something he would wish later to have never seen. His spark seized and froze.
Standing a few meters off was Scaleblade, shell-shocked, covered in energon from all but head to toe.
Forcing himself out of his stupor he pushed his legs to run towards his comrade, cursing his peds for not sending him farther faster and screaming at the top of his vocal processors. "MEDIC!"
As if on cue to Skullgenocide's cry, Scaleblade's knees gave way, sending her crashing to the ground. Hearing the call, Redalert turned and ran in the same direction without a second thought as his medical programing kicked in full gear, throwing his self to the ground beside Scaleblade and immediately attempting to stop the bleeding. Skullgenocide's voice drew the attention of everyone else who began to shuffle around to see what the commotion was over.
Scaleblade coughed and choked as energon began to fill her cycling units and pour out of her mouth. A wound that almost ran completely though her to the other side danced along the length of her torso. Red Alert worked feverishly to stop the bleeding and used his hands to clamp down on the open lines. The smell of burnt wiring and circuits was nauseating but he refused to relent. Scaleblade sputtered, chest heaving in dismay and panic as her systems screamed in agony. Bombs landed nearby that shook the ground and caused Red Alert to lose his hold on her lines. Energon spurted and covered his frame as he made his hand fly back inside of the gaping hole in her chassis to clamp back down on the severed lines.
Red Alert stalled when he felt someone grab his wrist. Scaleblade stared him in the optic.
"You're kidding yourself if you think I'm going to just walk away." Red Alert's voice wavered slightly but he kept his expression stern. Not once had he ever given up on a patient and he sure as krell wasn't going to start now. She tightened her grip on his wrist and gave Red a very uncharacteristic, pleading look before glaring viciously at him.
"L-kchh-leave m-me Autobot," she heaved in a static induced mumble.
"No. Don't even try to pull that on me. I'm not leaving. Hold tight you're going to be fine-"
"RED!"
And that was all the notice he had before himself and Scaleblade were engulfed in hot laser fire and ripped through them, only leaving a crater to mark where their bodies had once been.
Sometimes Prowl could be a real prick.
Sideswipe frowned. He hadn't exactly broken any rules. Well just bend a few slightly askew. Okay maybe he did pull some illegal moves, but they were all for a good cause right? Air rushed out of his vents as he sighed, frowning. Prowl had been way too overly strict. What was it he said? 'Good motives didn't matter if you used underhanded moves to accomplish your goals. Or else what makes us any better than the Decepticonsblahblahblah.' Sideswipe rolled his optics. Prowl could speech all he wanted but when it came down to it he was just pissed that he got burned.
And thus Sideswipe was stuck with his third patrol shift that day.
Making for his rounds for the third time was driving him absolutely insane. Not only had Prowl stuck him on all the shifts for that day, but made sure he stuck him on the most boring, pointless, and most devoid of all life route he had ever laid his optics on. He couldn't even listen to any good music as his radio had been blocked as he could 'spend the day thinking about what he had done."
Prick.
Sideswipe rounded another corner in the dusty terrain and grimaced as rocks pinged up against his undercarriage. Prowl really didn't know him well at all if he thought this was proper punishment to turn his thought processes around. He wasn't contemplating his wrongs as he drove. He was carefully mulling over ways to get back at Prowl for this absurd punishment. When he got back to base he was totally hunting down Sunny and- what was that?
Sideswipe slowed to a rolling stop, staring at the sky. It was nearing evening now and stars had begun to dot the sky. But that certainly wasn't what had his attention. Those lights… collisions of charged particles directed by the Earth's magnetic field. Humans had a fancy name for them. Something with an A. Sideswiped frowned at not being able to remember the silly human name and looked back up to the sky. Wasn't he out of range to see those things? Not to mention it was hardly dark out. Yet there they were dancing in the sky in a perfect circle. Sideswipe stalled and transformed before recalculating what he saw in the sky. It was a perfect circle. That certainly wasn't normal.
-Hey Prowl. I've got something you should see.-
-Sideswipe. If it's your own reflection again I am highly unamused.-
Sideswipe made a face. -Oh hah very funny. No seriously. There's something going on in the sky you gotta check out. I'll patch in a feed to you in a click.-
-Is it Decepticon related?-
-How the slag am I supposed to know?- Sideswipe shifted his weight as he looked at the sky feeling suddenly very uneasy.
-Well I figured that since you have been thinking like one lately you might be able to catch onto their schemes.-
-Hey now. That is uncalled for. Alright I'm patching the pics through n- what the frag PROWL.-Sideswipe's panicked voice ripped through the communicator.
-Sideswipe.-
Sideswipe raised an arm to shield his optics as the lights in the sky intensified before completely whiting out the sky with a rolling electrostatic boom. Purple lightning rippled across the sky centering in the middle of the swirling circle. And then it opened.
-Sideswipe come in.-
-Uhh Prowl.-
-Affirmative.-
-Get your aft down here. And ya might want to bring the whole gang.-
To be continued.