Disclaimer: I don't own the Transformers, except for Silvershot and Bladecannon here, and any others I create.
I wondered what would happen if the Autobots and Decepticons weren't fighting. It was kind of hard… until you think of them still fighting, but a different, common foe. And of course, who else but…
Silvershot scanned the horizon yet again, with no results. He and his troops were tense, sensing a battle within seconds of beginning. There was no eagerness or joy in anticipation. The only thing some of them felt was dread. Silvershot clenched his rifle, and scanned once again.
This time it paid off. Movement. Heat signatures. "Contact! Fire at will!"
The line of Transformers- mostly Autobots- sheltering behind a bunker opened fire at the enemy. Some shots hit the large walkers, sending a few stumbling to the ground, smoke billowing from their wounds. The smaller, faster tanks, however, were much harder to hit and rained back shell fire.
The whistling sound that soldiers for decades had dreaded struck fear into the line of Autobots. "Take cover!" yelled Silvershot, and the Transformers obeyed and crouched behind the barrier. Only a few Transformers were hit directly, but more took damage from shrapnel. Silvershot continued to fire back, oblivious to the carnage around him and dust and smoke rose everywhere, determined and focused almost to a frenzy.
Then a heavy tank materialised out of the chaos, turret pointed straight at Silvershot. The Autobot continued to fire, oblivious to fear, danger or death.
Then the tank was vaporised by two energy beams.
Silvershot looked behind him to find his heavily-armed saviour. It was Bladecannon, his Decepticon equal. "Thanks Blade," he said. "I owe you one."
"No problem," came Bladecannon's reply. "Just maybe next time you should concentrate more on staying- whoa!"
The Decepticon just hardly dodged an armour-piercing shell. Silvershot chuckled.
"Good advice, Bladecannon. Maybe you should try taking it sometimes."
The two then continued firing at the enemy.
A while later, the battle was over. It had been tough, but the Transformers had gained a victory. Silvershot stepped through the battlefield, over body parts and debris littered everywhere. Bladecannon walked with him.
Then Silvershot spotted something. A small figure, running across the battlefield. A human.
Silvershot pointed it out to his ally. The Decepticon saw it too. He walked over to it. The human seemed to notice him too, stumbling over and sliding backwards in fear.
Bladecannon looked at the human, a male soldier, with contempt. Then he raised a foot, and crushed the human, squashing him into the dirt.
"When you get to your hell, fleshy, tell them the Decepticons sent you." Said Bladecannon.
Silvershot looked at the smeared remains of the human with little sympathy. "He agreed to fight us, he signed his death warrant if he ever was at our mercy."
"Loser humans."
Then Silvershot received a message. "They're collecting up the dead and wounded, and any usable salvage, and depositing it all at the cargo dept at the base. We'd better go and supervise it." He said to his companion.
"All right." Said Bladecannon, and he followed Silvershot away. He took one last look at the remains of the human he had killed.
"That's for Megatron."
Yep, someone finally had to do it: War between the Transformers and humans. I compared their weapons in the last fanfic, now it seems I just had to put my theories to the test.
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