These are stories told within the entire "Dimensional Warp" series. They're stories about some of the characters, not enough for an entire story, but enough for them to each have their own chapter. I only own Berserk and The Great Serpent. Everything else, I don't own.

This is a collection of stories of those within my Googolplex of Universes. We look in some of the lives of very few inhabitants, and why they are the way that they are. This is an explanation of why these beings are who they are now. I am a spectator over all of my creation, but I have interfered with the lives of a few. ~ The Great Serpent

Berserk

I remember when I was created. It happened nearly ten thousand years ago by Earth's standards, but I remember it as if it began yesterday. My designation was Energy Harvester 00001-23X, and I was an Energy Harvester of the latest design. My masters known as the Quintessons have designed me to harvest vast amounts of energon and to absorb lightning found on planets. My design was to hold a larger amount of energy than that of the older models. Many of the older models you couldn't tell what was their gender, but many had a male-like gender on some of the more recent drones. What separated me from the others was that I was a female drone. With my gender defined as "female," I was designed to be easy on the eyes of my masters. Many of them would caress me with their tentacles, but since I was a drone, I would give no reaction. Some of their plans were to place me in a breeding program to reduce costs of creating more drones, but there was a debate going on at the time. You see, many of the Quintessons wanted to start a conquest for Cybertron, but they didn't have the resources to start such an expedition.

You see, there was a war on Cybertron, and many potential slaves were busy killing each other over a new form of government. Many of the Quintessons wanted to capture the inhabitants and force them to do manual labor, such as building, transportation, guarding refineries and treasures, and so on. Very few of the Cybertronians were to be placed in a breeding program, but details are sketchy. Since the Quintessons designed me, they wanted me to breed with other Quintessons. It may seem impossible on how a drone could breed with her masters, but I'll tell you on what they did to me. I had been collecting energy for the Quintessons for over five thousand years when they finally approved their breeding plan. I was taken to a lab, and they altered my Cyber-nucleic Acid to allow many other species (whether they are pure machine, or a cyborg) to breed with me. They said that my offspring will have diverse forms of that similar to organic life forms so they could place my offspring in more varied areas for labor work or even governmental work (such as spying, or to preform scientific work too dangerous for my masters.)

To complete their breeding program, they had to design a mate for me. This would take about six hundred years for them to create a male model, so I was granted another six hundred years of energy harvesting before I can retire to the breeding program. For the next five hundred years, I collected energy for my masters until one day I met my ticket to freedom and to become a sentient being. Well, I really wouldn't say "met," but it was more of a harsh reprograming for me. There was some space energon near a young nebula when a mysterious dark shard came near our energy collection team. Unknown energy emitted from it, and the Quintessons ordered me to harvest it. Being a drone, I obeyed without question and I transformed and flew towards it. I extended my tentacles, and that's when it happened. The dark shard reacted, and became more organic and fluid-like in appearance before it attached to my tentacles. I felt a vast amount of pain before I blacked out from what happened.

When I awoke on the Quintesson's home planet, over one hundred years had passed. My optics couldn't see much, but I heard some voices. It was that of my masters, and they wanted to erase my virus that was in my systems. I focused my optics more, and I saw the Quintessons with their dissection machinery. "Ah, Energy Harvester 00001-23X, you're awake," said one of them "We will purge that virus out of your systems, then you will participate in the breeding program." The doors opened, and in walked a drone. He was a grounder-type drone, who was very muscular in appearance and a bit of a looker, but he wasn't my type. I wanted another flyer with something…more. I didn't know what it was, but this drone didn't have it. I hissed at him, and the Quintessons were shocked that I reacted. "Get that virus out of her systems! It's corrupting her programing!" barked one of the head Quintesson scientists as they moved the dissection machinery closer to me. A weird feeling became alive in me as I reacted and I began struggling against my bonds. That virus within me reacted, and I managed to destroy their machine, along with several Quintessons. Exhausted, I fell back into stasis.

I woke up several stellar cycles later, as the Quintessons were uploading programs into my systems. "Frag it! That slagging virus is deleting the programs!" shouted one Quintesson. I activated my energy blades, and I began cutting the bonds that were holding me down to the table. "Stop her!" one of the Quintessons screamed, but it was too late. I managed to break free, and then I began rebelling against my masters as I absorbed their life force. Once they were dead, I blasted open the door to the lab, and I began running. My systems were on override as I began attacking random Quintessons and began absorbing their life forces to power up my depleted supply of energy. It wasn't long before I escaped from the building where the Quintessons kept me. I was finally outside.

Over the next few deca-cycles, I was on a mindless rampage as I absorbed the life forces of all Quintessons: mech, femme, and sparkling. It didn't matter on who they were, or what age they were. I offlined them all. Eventually, one of the Quintessons began taunting me, and lured me to an abandoned building. I screeched at the Quintesson, before he laughed, and activated a button that he had in his tentacle. Blasts went off on all sides of me. It was a trap!

I woke up a few centuries later. The Quintessons had figured out how to control my virus (after countless computers overloaded trying to delete my virus.) They uploaded a special program that could control the virus, but only if I was in a comfortable environment. Unfortunately, only an organic planet or the depths of space can satisfy my virus. One of the head scientists floated over to me, and began stroking my chassis with a tentacle. "Soon, Energy Harvester 00001-23X, we'll place you on an organic planet so you can harvest energy for us forever, and then breed with our mech drones. And" he said as his tentacles began groping my chassis a bit harder than I would like to "We would begin your breeding program with us. Don't look so surprised, Energy Harvester 00001-23X, we designed you to satisfy our pleasures." I hissed at him, and he then hit me on my cheek. "Energy Harvester 00001-23X, you're our creation, and you will obey us as so. Do you think that virus will allow you to have your freedom? Nothing can be out of our reach," snarled the Quintesson.

I hissed again, as the computers began going haywire. "Sir, the virus is reprogramming the program!" shouted one Quintesson. "Get it back under control! I don't want some fragging virus to outsmart us!" shouted the head Quintesson. But, it was of no use. Black goo dripped oozed out of me, as the virus began to take shape. The Quintessons screamed, but it was too late. I absorbed their life forces before I crushed them to death. I broke free of my bonds, before I charged out of my lab in my upgraded state. With minimum difficulty, I destroyed the city within a matter of cycles. Transforming into my jet mode, I flew out of the planet's atmosphere as the virus withdrew inside of me.

Apparently, the virus managed to attract the attention of a planet. This thing was silver with a golden halo surrounding it as two large pincers began tearing up the planet. I could sense a deep evil coming from the planet. It bellowed, "Grandfather, it seems that I have defeated your messenger. Now watch me destroy your universes that you hold so dear to you. Even my brother was unable to defeat me alone, and for his punishment of banishing me to space, I shall make him watch as I devour the first of his children." After that, I don't remember much, but then again, it matters little. I travelled from inorganic planet to inorganic planet, absorbing the life forces of all, and leaving those planets for dead.

It wasn't until about four thousand years later that I came to an organic planet. I could pick up signals on my instruments that the planet was inhabited by intelligent life forms. Curious, I descended below to the surface of this planet. My scanners detect a large amount of organic life forms crawling about this planet along with microscopic particles within the air. Hissing, I looked around. There was a sky and mountains as far as I could see. I took one more look around, and then I began searching for an energy source. I needed nourishment.

It didn't take long before I found energon crystals growing out of the ground. I growled softly, then I leapt up and began jumping on the rocks to reach the bottom. I extended my tentacles and I began absorbing the crystals. It has been many centuries, if not thousands of years, since I last absorbed pure energon crystal energy. I cooed contently as I absorbed the energy to my starving systems.

"Hold it right there, con!" I heard a voice say behind me. I ignored it as I continued to absorb energy. I had no idea of what a con was, nor how one behaved, or even looked like, so it didn't apply to me. I heard some pede steps coming closer, then I felt a blaster being placed to the back of my helm. "I said to stop, con!" he said louder. I turned my helm slightly, and I saw a red mech with silver horns on his head. I spoke in Quintessonian "Who are you?" The mech didn't understand me, so he said in Cybertronian "Listen Soundwave. I'm in no mood for games." I had no idea who this 'Soundwave' was, but I didn't like this mech giving me orders.

I snarled a bit, then I sent out a tentacle and electrocuted the red mech. I snorted, then resumed absorbing energon. It wasn't long until I heard more engines approaching, and I turned my helm to see a blue femme and a yellow mech. I got in a defensive position as I prepared for battle, and without a moment's notice, all three of us were engaged in combat. I screeched as the femme slashed at me with her blades as the mech began punching me to get me off the blue femme.

A pair of servos grabbed me from behind, and I was thrown into a large energon crystal. Refocusing my optics, I saw that the red mech had regained consciousness. I hissed again, before all three of them aimed their blasters at the crystals. The last thing that I knew was that there were lots of blue explosions from the crystals. My systems couldn't handle the high amount of heat from the explosions, and I must have gone offline.

Hours later, I groaned as I struggled to get my systems to reboot. They were fried, so I relaxed as I gave up. It was hard for my optics to see, as I strained my audios to listen to listen to my surroundings. It was quiet, so I relaxed. I must be back at the Quintesson labs. Some of them must have escaped, and now, they're going to reprogram me I thought. I let my processor wander as I thought back to when I was created. I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice that there was a medical medic next to me until he grabbed my wing. I screeched and moved it as I heard some more footsteps, before I heard more again, and a servo held my wing in place. "Easy now" I heard a voice say "I'm not going to hurt you. I'm here to repair you." He spoke in Cybertronian, so I responded "Have the Quintessons completed their mission of taking over Cybertron?" I heard silence, before the mech responded "The Quintessons? We haven't heard from them before the Golden Age. We all thought that they all went extinct a long time ago." I fell silent, as I thought Then, why am I here?

Since the medic wasn't under the programming of the Quintessons, I let him repair my systems. He took his time in repairing my damaged body, as I fell into stasis and dreamed. I woke up when I heard the medic shouting at another mech as they argued, "Why are you repairing that con? Soundwave is one of the worst cons in existence!" "She's not Soundwave, and furthermore, Quintessons programmed her! I don't know what happened to her, but there's some unidentifiable virus in her systems, and if I managed to remove it, she'll offline! The virus is dormant for now, but I did a few tests, and it will become active if she is threatened to be reprogrammed." I raised my helm, and I saw the medic arguing with the red mech. I thought for a moment as the two argued. If I was considered a 'con' (whatever that was,) then is it possible that they don't accept Quintesson drones? I would probably be decommissioned by whoever is in charge of Cybertron, so I decided to make my escape. I extended my tentacles, and they began cutting at the wires, cables, and straps holding me down. That caught the attention of the red mech and the medic, as the former transformed his arms into blasters, and snarled "Stay down, con!" I hissed at him, and then I began limping off the berth (I must have been in more damage than I thought.) I transformed (painfully) into my flight mode, and then I flew up towards the ceiling of the base, blasting my way through. I found myself outside, and I flew in the direction of the star.

I must have been flying for miles, before my engines gave out. I let off a startled cry, before I came plummeting from the sky to the planet. I crashed hard, as my body gave off sparks. I screamed in pain, then tried to transform. I underwent the most pain in my entire life as one of my wings were attached by only a few wires, and parts of my armor fell off. I limped towards this growth of plant life, and I continued to limp for mega-cycles. I eventually collapsed from exhaustion, and I offlined my optics.

I probably was in stasis lock for months, but when I came out of it, I was back at the medic's lab. I tried to move, but there were strong restraints keeping me down. "So, you're awake" I heard a voice say, and I turned my helm to see the medic again. I let off a painful groan, before I felt a servo touch my shoulder. I turned my helm to see a yellow mech staring at me, and he said in Cybertronian "I was surprised to find that you were still online when I found you in that forest. Why did you try to leave?" "Don't you Cybertronians reject Quintesson drones?" I asked. "Who are you?" asked the medic. I turned my helm to him and I responded, "I am Energy Harvester 00001-23X of the Quintesson energy harvesting drone lines." The medic looked at me in shock, and said, "You're a Quintesson drone? There's no way that a Quintesson could have built you. I know that they had advanced processor-controlling operation and that they've built several drones that give them complete obedience, but a femme energy harvester? They must have had outside help in designing you, that is, if they didn't steal you from Cybertronian parents, or some other species that happens to be related to us." I rested my helm on the berth, as I thought back. I really didn't know if the Quintessons had taken me from parents, or if they built me with outside help. I just didn't know.