A/N The Randomness strikes again…This is almost scary.
:::In a Galaxy Way too Far Away From Mine…:::
Megatron sat up slowly, mentally cursing his second in command.
You needn't blame him.A voice whispered inside of his processor, not his own. He's not the one doing this to you.
Megatron's optics snapped online. Whoever was vocalizing that wasn't using any frequencies, not even sound waves like humans did. He glanced around, no one was there.
…Where was here?
Megatron was lying on the beach of lake Eerie, far away from the base where he'd fallen into recharge at his desk. At least, that's what he thought he'd done. He didn't remember actually doing so. And why the slag was he over here, anyways?
If this is another one of Starscream's pranks, I'll…
I already told you. Don't blame him. The voice sounded exasperated now.
Megatron scanned the area again, this time with his internal sensors. "Who goes there? Show yourself!" He snarled, activating his arm cannon and triggering the charge. Nothing happened. "What's wrong with my weapons?"
I turned them off to…get your attention.
Megatron froze, his optics narrow in contemplation. He was no fool. Whoever these…whatever these or this thing was it had obviously thought things through. It had also made no move to harm him. "What do you want?" Megatron asked, slowly.
:::MEANWHILE:::
"What do you want?" Optimus asked, having subspaced his blaster as a sign of peace but was ready to pull it out again, still unsure of the situation and unwilling to aggravate it. Just because he hadn't been harmed didn't mean he wouldn't be.
I want to play a game with you and all of your friends…your enemies, too. The voice intoned calmly.
Optimus stiffened. "What…kind of game?"
Why don't you check your base and find out? The voice asked.
Optimus waited. There was no feeling of being left alone, but he was fairly positive the being had left or was just waiting for him to follow instructions. Reluctantly, Optimus set off for the Ark where it rested beneath the mountain a mile away. His pace quickened after a moment as worry set in for his friends.
:::MEANWHILE:::
"WHERE ARE THEY?" Megatron bellowed.
Gone. The voice answered smugly.
Megatron pointed his gun at a wall and pulled the trigger, letting his processor make up the impact and subsequent destruction that didn't follow as the gun refused to discharge, again. "Where are they? I have a war to finish!"
Not for the moment. Right now, you have a game to play.
"WHAT GAME?!" Megatron yelled at the empty room, slumping into his throne and putting a servo over his faceplate. "I have no time for this!"
On the contrary. You have all the time you'll need.
Thoroughly annoyed, Megatron clenched his hand into a fist. "What…do…you…want?" He gritted out.
The voice sighed. I already told you. Good (insert strange term here) you are as slow as the other one.
Megatron's head snapped up.
:::MEANWHILE:::
"Megatron is playing, too?" Optimus asked in surprise as he slid into Teletraan-One's operating chair and addressed the empty command center, trying to keep his voice polite.
Oh, yes. He's as frustrated as you are. The voice sounded quite pleased with itself. Speaking of which, can we get on with this? I have things to do.
"Very well." Optimus tried to put on his 'commanding officer' voice, but his concern for his comrades cracked through. "What are your terms for the return of my friends?"
Simple…
:::MEANWHILE:::
…you have to find them.
Megatron leapt to his stabilizers. "Find them? What the slag are you implying?"
I'm implying that I'm bored. I've watched your war for nine millennia now and wuite frankly the repetitiveness of your work frustrates me to no end.
"Repetitiveness?" Megatron repeated, his optics flashing dangerously bright.
You devise a not-so-clever battle plan, Optimus or one of his buddies foils it but spares your lives, you sulk, you make another plan. Fight over energon, fight each other, fist fights, moral speech, recharge, fight again. Pretty stupid way to win, don't you think?
"The Autobots haven't been doing much better." Megatron protested irritably, but the voice was making a point. This war had been ridiculously long.
See? So my game will help flip the scales, hopefully…
"How so?"
:::MEANWHILE:::
I've hidden your friends all over this part of the planet. They are all in their altmodes in situations where they are either useful or in danger…
Optimus tensed, but didn't interrupt.
…as I said before, all you have to do is find them and bond them.
"Bond them?" Optimus repeated. The term "bond" was a sensitive one on his planet and he wanted to clarify what type of bond was being specified.
Just touch them for longer than a millicycle to activate the sequence and the bot you find will wake up in your base…
:::MEANWHILE:::
…on your side.
Megatron felt an expression, he still wasn't sure what, forming on his faceplate. "…the bot I touch? Any bot?"
Any bot .
Megatron recognized the expression now. A smirk curled his lower face plate, curling slightly to reveal sharp denta. "What about their pasts?"
They'll be exactly as they were before, except for a few personality changes, but they won't be able to fight their new programming. They'll be on your side unless traded to the other side or released by you personally.
"So…The most bots win?"
No. The best bots win. Whichever side winds up with the better team will get a bonus edge at the end of the game. Then I will make the programming permanent and you can resume your petty war with whatever new odds you receive. The voice began to fade.
"Hold on!" Megatron yelled. "Do we get any hints on where to start?"
:::MEANWHILE:::
Of course. Your nearest targets are set up directly north, south, west, and east of your current positions. Two from each side.
Optimus frowned thoughtfully. That wasn't helpful, but at least he had something. The voice chuckled as it read his thoughts.
Good luck. The game begins shortly. Remember, I'm watching and I make the rules. Make it interesting, please. There was a pause. You'd better hurry. May the best bots win.
:::O.O:::
A/N: And…cut? Okay, another random story to mess with. Anyone want to help me figure out who the first four are and who gets them? Now is your chance to help shift the war! (PS: I'll be using G1 characters for the most part, because there are more of them, but others are welcome to join in!!! :D)
Also, later in the game I'll be introducing "mini-games" and the like for Megs and OP or whichever characters they use to assist them.
Yes, the voice is twisted. I'll probably call it "The Voice" until you guys figure out who it is. Hint: The Voice is bored, not from their universe, and loves to play games with peoples' minds…
So…review? Vote? Feed plot bunnies?
