Planet Arcturus
"Ahh, still awake, I see." The poor mech in question barely had time to lift his head up before he was delivered another jolt of electricity, causing him to scream in agony. The mech who spoke watched as his prisoner was electrocuted for a solid thirty nanokliks before intervening.
"That's enough, Kaon. Let Vos have some fun with him." The mech said, the chair undid the straps tying the now twitching prisoner and dumped him onto the ground, before transforming into his primary mode. A slim bot with various parts sticking out came forward, looking at the mech with the optics of a predator, kneeled down and gently lifted his head up. With his other servo, the mech grabbed his face and, to the prisoner's horror, ripped his faceplate off to reveal two pitch black empty holes where his optics should be. The prisoner thought this was how he was going to die, staring at two empty holes in a mech's faceplate. Sadly this wasn't the case. The bot placed his "face" on the prisoner, before speaking the most spinal-column chilling sentence the prisoner had ever heard:
"Wear...my...face." The bot placed his "face" on the prisoner, before flicking a small switch causing blades, hooks, and other sharp objects to sprout from the smooth inside of the fake face. Vos slowly began pressing it into the prisoner's face. The prisoner squirmed and wiggled, trying to get away from Vos.
"W-wait! I could help you find someone, someone very important to you!" There must have been some hidden signal as Vos drew back and his face was replaced with the mask of one of the most feared Decepticons after Megatron himself: Tarn.
"And who would that be, Silverwing?" The leader of the D.J.D. inquired. Behind his mask, Tarn grimaced. There were multiple bots on The List who were dangerous, a select few beyond dangerous.
"C-cyclone! I know where he is, just let me go and I'll tell you!" SIlverwing pleaded.
"And why would we believe you, a bot who had the gall, the audacity to try to scam Lord Megatron into taking you off combat duty? You are the literal scum of Cybertron." Tarn spat.
Tarn grabbed Silverwing by the throat and lifted him up, then pointed his double fusion cannon at him.
"You have five seconds to tell me where Cyclone is before I feed you to Tesarus' shredder. Headfirst." Tarn growled.
"Okay, okay, he's on Earth. In some Cybertronian sanctuary, last I heard, In Nevada! Now please let me go!" Silverwing begged.
Tarn mused behind his mask. Nevada. Last he heard, that was Lord Megatron's last known location when he called for reinforcements.
"Thank you for your help, Silverwing, a promise is a promise." Tarn said with a hint of a smile. Silverwing relaxed, he was going home, to tell his buddies about how he survived the Decepticon Justice Division. Tarn carried Silverwing over to where Tesarus was standing, his shredder open.
"Wait! We had a deal!" SIlverwing yelled.
"I know, I'm sticking to it." Tarn said as he shoved Silverwing into the shredder. Silverwing was obliterated almost instantly. Chunks of metal and inner armor flew outward, a thick gob of Energon shot out, landing on Tarn's mask. After shoving what was left of Silverwing into Tesarus, Vos came forward.
"-How can we be sure Silverwing was telling the truth-?" Vos inquired in the so-called "Primal Vernacular". Vos never spoke in Neocybex, except only a few words.
"We can't. At least, not yet, we need to investigate, even if he was lying, it wouldn't hurt to check." The masked bot said.
Earth, 11:00 A.M.
Rampage was not happy. Six months on this rock and he's barely found any Energon. He rolled on the beach in his newly acquired tank mode, running over anything that was stupid enough to walk in front of him. After the incident with Imperious Delirious and the Space Bridge, Rampage and his… "friend" Trans-Mutate were separated on this mudball. He has been trying to locate her signal since they were transported here.
Rampage suddenly stopped as a bear strode in front of him, its intent to hunt for fish. With a low growl, Rampage transformed into his primary form, flexing his digits, he grabbed the bear by its throat. He could felt the bear's fear as it futilely struggled for freedom. With a snarl, Rampage slammed the bear onto the sand, breaking its neck. He transformed into his new crab form, also new, and started to tear the bear apart, tossing the pieces into his mouth to consume. After he ate the bear, he transformed back into tank form and continued rolling along. After he woke up on this mudball, his systems were shorting out, saying that he needed an animalistic mode to properly channel the power of his spark. No doubt Trans-Mutate would be forced to do the same, He thought. One of his sensors picked up a life form and, judging from its height, it was huge. Rampage followed the signal, determined to eviscerate whatever it was.
He followed the signal to a cave in a mountain, a rough hole in the rock. Rampage transformed into his bipedal form, clawed digits clenching and unclenching. Optics straining to see in the cave, Rampage strolled in, eager for a fight.
"Show yourself, who-or what-ever you are." Rampage commanded. An optic band lit up and rose two, three-feet taller than Rampage.
"Scrap."
Aboard the Lost Light, 1:37, Earth Time
"It's my ship, Megatron, and I will not have some childish thing on my ship." Rodimus said.
"We're Co-Captains, and you're the one who wanted an oil slip-n'-slide in your quarters." Megatron argued. The two captains' were walking down one of the Lost Light's many halls, on their way to the mess hall for a cube, or two, of Energon. Along the way, the two captains passed a room filled with the patrons of Swerve's bar...Swerves. As they walked in the bar, some of the bots straightened up and started whispering at the sight of Megatron. Instead of whispers of hatred, they were whispers of admiration. After the Incident, Megatron has become the new hero of The Lost Light. The two captains sat down on a pair of empty stools and rang the small bell for Swerve. The talkative bot slid over to their part of the bar while in a deep conversation with Ratchet on whether a bot could survive being bisected, and gave the two captains menu's to order with. After a few minutes of deciding, they both chose to have a "Praxian Tornado", a concoction made by Cyclonus, rumored to be the most invigorating drink on the ship. After ordering their Tornados', the two captains shared a half-hour of friendly teasing and war stories.
Las Vegas, Earth, 9:42 P.M.
Through the blinding lights of the Las Vegas Strip, a single police car rolled through the streets. After hearing Megatron's transmission requesting reinforcements, Barricade was the first to respond, not to serve Megatron, but in case the annoying scout, Bumblebee was on the same ball of dirt as he was. Ever since he landed on "Earth" and took on a police vehicle for an alt-mode, he was tuned in to their entire police database, criminal records, everything.
Goddamn humans and their vehicles, Barricade thought as the precinct called for backup in a high speed chase. Barricade spun a 360' in his new alt-mode: a 2006 Saleen S281, before speeding off to help the incompetent officers. He saw the perp, a silver Nissan GTR, pulling a 120 on the highway. Sighing internally, Barricade merged into the highway, determined to pull the GTR over, no matter what it took. Shifting into the highest gear possible on his alt-mode, Barricade sped up and caught up with the perp. The bystander and their cars became a blur as Barricade and the GTR raced, side by side, like some racing film. Barricade grew annoyed at the speed comparisons between him and the GTR, so he slowed down, just enough so his fender was close to the GTR's bumper. Turning to the left a bit, Barricade slammed into the GTR, causing it to hit the concrete dividers and launch into the air, spinning wildly before colliding with a light pole, the driver shooting out of the windshield. He skidded on the ground before stopping a few feet away from Barricade. The other police cruisers arrived, along with an ambulance, ready to arrest him once he left the hospital.
"Cade, what the hell was that?!" Sergeant Rooks yelled. Inside Barricade's tinted windows, He activated his holographic avatar: a tall, slightly muscular man with jet black long hair, pulled back into a ponytail and a permanent scowl etched on his face. Barricade stepped out of his alt-mode and leaned against it, his body language suggesting that he didn't care, as he usually doesn't.
"What, Rooks?" Barricade demanded. The thick barrel-chested man known as Rooks was near the ambulance.
"We have a high speed chase, through sixteen miles of highway and suburbs, and you're first instinct is to slam him into the wall?!" Rooks asked.
"We got him, right? Our job is to bring him in, so that's what I did. So he got hurt, what's the big deal?" Barricade inquired.
"When we get back, you in my office, immediately, got it?" Rooks said. Barricade scowled, even more than usual. He could crush this insect, but he didn't want to blow his cover. So he decided to play along.
"Yes sir."
Earth
Rampage smacked into the wall of the cave, the Insecticon snarling in anger. Rampage picked himself up, determined to show this, this bug, who he was. The Insecticon lumbered toward rampage, mandibles flaring.
"What do you think you're doing near my hive, beast-former?" The Insecticon demanded.
"What hive? I see a cave, some rocks, and some ugly waste of cyber-metal standing in front of me." Rampage answered. The Insecticon let out a high-pitched shriek and pounced on Rampage. The two Cybertronians tumbled and rolled, punched and clawed each other, rolling toward the trees. Rampage let loose a roar of frustration and grabbed the Insecticon by its two largest mandibles, twirled it in the air and threw it further into the forest. He strained his optics, trying to see his opponent; instead he heard a screech and the air was filled with the deafening buzzing of countless Insecticon reinforcements.
"Heh, more bugs to squash." Rampage growled.
Qatar, Earth, 12:00 P.M.
To say Bonecrusher hates humans was an understatement. He despised them. The way they probed all over his chassis while he was recharging, the constant patrols. He longed for the day that the other Decepticons find Lord Megatron so he could leave this rock.
"Contact! Contact!" One of the humans yelled. They started taking up arms-
BOOM
A pile of sandbags near some humans exploded, sending grains of sand and hot flesh splattering against Bonecrusher's frame.