This random little bit o' brain fluff was inspired by my uncle letting me 'borrow' his old G1 Transformer comic, which brings me to the question, "Do they realize they are being watched and drooled over by fans?"
I AM breaking…no busting through, the Fourth Wall in this. I have learned to stop being upset if no one reviews, so if you don't like it or don't care, whatever…but I would appreciate some reviews. Also, I have recently watched some G1 episodes of Transformers, and this will be a G1 setting…hopefully, it'll be accurate. But surely Wiki and the episodes won't fail me.
I took the liberty of taking some things from the comic I 'borrowed', so if you recognize them, feel free to point them out.
Also, I have been feeling blue as of late. Perhaps it's the holiday season…which I kind of hate. The stress and tension's too much around my family, and holidays only make things worse…or maybe it's just midterm season. Oh well.
This may be the longest chap I've ever written.
"Megatron! What do you and your slagheads want?"
The Decepticon leader's face appeared on the computer screen. Rolling his optics, he retorted, "Nothing violent right now, Prime. The point of this call is that the fighting between us must end. We've got bigger problems!" Optimus stared at him, dumbfounded. "What is so important you want to call a truce?"
"It's a major issue, one that could jeopardize our races' survival. I am coming with all the Decepticons to your base. You'd better be ready for us when we get there!" The screen faded to black.
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"Are you sure we can trust them, Optimus?" Ironhide asked anxiously. He, Jazz, Prowl and Optimus were preparing for the Decepticons' 'visit'. "If the problem's as big as Megatron says, we'll need to be alert to more than his treachery." Optimus replied wearily. There was so much to do…They had to prepare each and every Autobot should this be some half baked Decepticon scheme. But, should it turn out Megatron wasn't lying for once in his miserable life, they still had to be ready for anything.
Jazz appeared to be snickering to himself. Prowl frowned at the Special Ops bot and said in an even tone, "I don't see what's so funny about a potential Decepticon attack, Jazz." "One, you don't find anything funny…" Jazz replied, grinning. "And two, I wasn't laughing at that. I was laughing at the thought of Red Alert's reaction to this situation." "Does he even know?" Optimus asked.
"We'll tell him!" A sudden fit of giggling made Optimus turn…only to see Sunny and Sides run past the door.
"Oh no." Optimus breathed, and ran after them, leaving a highly amused Jazz. "Better call Ratchet, cuz Red's gonna need a recharge bed in his Med Bay for a few orns." He said, chuckling.
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"Hey Red! Guess what…"
"We heard?" The Twins were speaking alternatively as they approached the high strung mech. "What?" snapped the mech angrily.
"Well, we heard…" Sunny began.
"Directly from Optimus Prime…" Sides said after his twin was finished speaking.
"That Megatron and all of the…"
"Decepticons are coming…"
"Here! Isn't that great?"
It took a few seconds for Red Alert to fully process that information…Then…
"WHAT?!?!"
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"And so we simply told him the news, Ratchet. Honest to Primus, that's all we did!" "Yeah, he sorta fell over and started twitching and stuff. I think the humans call that a seizure, I think."
Sunny and Sides were explaining themselves to the CMO. Red Alert was on a metal slab, a twitching heap of parts. "Riiight…And I'm Megatron's sister." Ratchet said, voice dripping with sarcasm, as Optimus Prime came in. "Oh sweet Primus…" he said, slapping his forehead at the sight of Red Alert. "How bad is he, Ratchet?" "Well…" Ratchet replied hesitantly, "His CPU is shot to the Pit, and he won't be active for a while. He's still moving…but I'm pretty sure that twitching doesn't count as movement."
Behind them, Sunny and Sides had lapsed into desperately held back laughter. Optimus glared at the two. "You two…" he started to say, but he was interrupted by Prowl's voice on the intercom system.
"Attention all Autobots. The Decepticons are here."
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Starscream was indignant.
The Decepticons had to go through security checks at every turn! But he didn't blame the Autobots. The Decepticons would do the same if they came over. But that wasn't the point. The Point was that Megatron had made him the Representative of the Decepticons. He'd be addressing the issue that so vexed his leader right now.
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As the Autobots and Decepticons piled into the arranged meeting room(far away from each, of course), Starscream stepped onto the makeshift stage erected just for the occasion. "Attention Autobots and Decepticons!" Barked the Seeker. "You may recognize me as Starscream. I may or may not have shot at you a few times." Several mechs and a few femmes from both sides gave him rude hand gestures. The Seeker's optics narrowed, but continued as though nothing had happened. "You all may be wondering why we're all here. Well, I'll tell you. We've discovered a plot against our kind. It's the humans you Autobots strive to protect! They've turned on us all!"
Shocked whispers came from the crowd on both sides. Optimus gave Megatron a surprised look. "Lord Megatron, would you like to continue?" Starscream asked from afar. "Indeed I would, Starscream." The Decepticon leader replied, glancing smugly at Optimus. Pacing up and down the center aisle, he began his story.
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"Recently, Soundwave, along with Rumble, Laserbeak and Ravage, has been surveying the general populace of this planet. One night, Ravage didn't return from his daily scouting mission. We found him badly charred and almost deactivated, as though a bolt of pure energy had hit him, not far from out base of operations." He paused. "We found what appeared to be a page from a human book close to where he had been found. At first, we dismissed it as trash, but when we took a closer look, we found it was much more than mere trash."
A screen, which had been above the stage, rolled down like a sheet and the image of the page appeared. It appeared badly singed, but some pictures were still visible. It was those pictures that made the crowd gasp with shock.
The biggest picture was that of Soundwave attacking a human power plant. There were some more below it, but they were too singed to be made out properly. Some text could also be seen, and the word 'Decepticon' was legible. "As Rumble and Laserbeak investigated further, they found more pages and some rather large fragments." Megatron commented. Other pictures of found pages flashed onscreen. One depicted Megatron standing over a wounded Ratchet, another showed Shockwave getting clobbered by the Dinobots, and yet another showed Optimus attacking his own soldiers.
"We would have dismissed this as nothing more than normal human defiance, had it not been for the page with Shockwave on it. No human could have known that!" Megatron was practically raving now. "What're you trying to prove, Megatron?" Optimus asked. "I'm saying the humans will be our downfall, Prime!" Megatron hissed. "That's why in three orns, we will personally get to the bottom of this once and for all! You have that long to decide if you Autoslags are with us or still unwilling to believe the humans should have terminated a long time ago!"
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Later…
"Optimus?"
"Come in, Jazz…"
"I knew what those pages were…or at least what kind of books they come from." The culturally savvy bot said quietly. "Those particular pages come from what humans call 'comic books'. But how those Deceptislags came up with them, I don't know."
"I guess I'll have to take Megatron's word for it…"
"Well, we're all with you to the end, Op, no matter what you choose."
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Two and a half orns later…
"Since there are no traces of such literature on Earth, we'll have to look elsewhere…like the universe which the pages came from."
Megatron was explaining to the assembled Decepticons and Autobots. Optimus had chosen Jazz, Ironhide, Ratchet, Bumblebee and the Twins to accompany them to the Decepticon base. "Soundwave has scanned the pages, and discovered that they emit energy unlike anything in this universe…but the energy the pages give off is very similar to that of our technology, so we're going to have to assume that they were sent to this universe by accident. I'll allow Soundwave to explain this part."
The navy blue bot explained in his monotonous voice, "If we can generate enough energy, we can power a portal I've been working on to the universe that the pages came from. Then, we can track down the source and make sure the humans stop production permanently." "And how, prey tell, are we gonna get home after that?" Ironhide asked brashly. "I can set up the portal anywhere as long as it's near a large power source." The Decepticon explained.
"Right, if there are no more questions, then we'll go through first." One by one, the Decepticons piled through the portal. The Autobots soon followed.
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Optimus Prime awoke on the side of a desert road, confused and exhausted. Where the slag was he? Speaking of that, where was everyone else? It was then he noticed that his alt mode was a bit…different.
The first thing he noticed was the fact his frame felt bigger. Transforming, he looked himself over. He looked so…different. His frame was now sleek and streamline rather than bulky. "Odd…" he muttered to himself.
"LOOK OUT!"
"COMING THROUGH!"
Two brand new Lamborghinis, one red and one yellow, came zooming by and skidded to a stop next to Optimus. "Hey Op! We were wondering where you'd gotten to!" Sunny said cheerfully. "Come on, Ratchet's worried sick about you!" Optimus transformed and followed the Twins to an old warehouse. "Hey guys! We found him!" Sides called inside. A yellow Camaro, a black Topkick and a Search and Rescue Hummer sped out. "Optimus! Where have you been?" asked the Camaro.
"Bumblebee?"
"Yeah, it's me. Far cry from my old alt mode, huh?" The Autobot spy transformed, and the others followed suite. They all looked…well, different. Their frames were less bulky like his and their alt modes had changed.
What was going on?
"Hey, has anyone seen Jazz?" Sunny asked. Sudden clanks from the shadows made them all turn in surprise. "Hang on…" Bee disappeared into the narrow alley. A slight squeak and sounds of a scuffle, and Bee emerged holding a human teen, not much older than himself.
The human took one look at the surrounding bots and squealed with delight, leaving the mechs confused. Normally, most humans would react by screaming in terror or something.
Well, it was defiantly female, wearing a red and blue hooded sweatshirt and jeans. "OMGOMGOMGEEE!" It was squealing, its arms flailing wildly. "You think it's insane?" Ratchet asked, looking skeptically at the flailing human. "OH MAN. RATCHET JUST CALLED ME INSANE YAAAY!" The female yelled happily. "Wait a second. How did you know his name?" Sunny asked, surprised as everyone else. "I know all your names." The girl said. "You're Sunny, Sides, Optimus, Ironhide, Ratchet, and the one holding me is Bumblebee."
"Alright, squirt, start talking! How do you know about us?" Ironhide asked, canons powering up. "EEEE! Ironhide just threatened me! Yeee!" The female squealed. " Because of this!" The female showed them her wristband…which had the Autobot Symbol on it. "I'll tell you more about it if you guys give me a ride home! Pretty please?" She commenced to give them the watery eyes act. "Argh…Why not?" Optimus said.
Primus, he hated the watery optics act.
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"PUT ME DOWN, STARSCREAM!"
A snarling male human, who was around 15 years old, was kicking and struggling in the surprised Seeker's grip. "How do you know my name, human?" Starscream asked, unable to hide his surprise. "Easy!" he said, pulling his left hand free and holding up his wrist. He was wearing a wristband…with the Decepticon symbol on it.
"IMPOSSIBLE." The Seeker gaped at the tiny symbol on the male's wrist. "TOTALLY POSSIBLE, MY DEAR SCREAMER." The male said, grinning. "So, what brings you to my universe, huh?" Starscream spent about five Earth minutes explaining what was going on, while the human nodded sagely. "Oh, so you guys are looking for comics? If you let me down, I'll run home and snag mine."
"How do I know you won't flee for your miserable life?"
"You're too cool for me to ditch you. If Megatron's here, please bring him. I wanna show him the comic too. Oh, and my name's Koji. Koji Withbreak." As the male ran off, Starscream smiled. So this…Koji though he was cool.
What a nice feeling.
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"Soo…you guys are here looking for comics?" The female, who's name was Yuri Withbreak, said, tilting her head as she rode in Bee's front seat. "I have some at home. I'll let you see it if you want." "That would be greatly appreciated, Yuri." Optimus' voice came from Bee's communicator. "Oooh, stop here! This is my house!"
Her house was a blue condo type that was elevated, so you needed to run up some stairs to get inside. "Wait here! I'll be back soon." He jumped out of Bee and dashed upstairs. When she got to her room, she found her only Transformer comic she'd ever own and dashed back downstairs…where she blamed right into her twin brother. "Ow…Watch it, Koji! You almost made me rip my comic!" "Oh, go squeal over some yaoi, you fangirl!" Koji said angrily. "I have to meet some of my new friends who wanna see my precious comic!"
"Me too! So what, are your new buddies fans of the Deceptidorks?"
"You could say that. Are YOURS fans of the Autojerks?"
"Maaaybe. They're right outside, so GOODBYE."
"FINE."
Only sibling rivalry can make this situation make sense.
Ooookay, I intended this to be a oneshot, but it would seem it's going to be a two or threeshot thing…yes.
AND I AM PEEVED BECAUSE SPEILBURG IS POSSIBLY GONNA USE MY IDEA OF AN AIRCRAFT CARRIER TF IN THE NEXT MOVIE. POSSIBLY.
If he doesn't that's fine. But if it's named Tarmac, I MADE HIM FIRST. OR MY UNCLE DID.