The jungle planet Eukaryis. On this world live a race of Cybertronians who have never seen their homeworld. To them, this is their home. For ages battles of every size have been waged across its surface, factions rising and falling in a bid for dominance of the planet. Now one bot stands closer than ever to uniting the planet under his iron fist: MAGMATRON. Magmatron and his loyal Predaknights built their kingdom, the Predarchy, over centuries of strife. Their force has driven nearly every other faction from the central continent of Eukaryis.

The Transformers in: Law of the Jungle

Chapter 1: Sunrise

Predatory Rock

Grimstone got up with the sun, as always. The kingdom was at its most serene in the first light of day. The Rust Mountains gleamed red behind him, and above Eukaryis' two moons hung engorged in the sky. But wait, he thought, snapping out of his moment of zen. What was this third object he saw?

A dark sphere floated high overhead, it's metal side gleaming in the rising sun. Grimstone could make out part of a purple symbol revealed from the shadow. He ran inside to mobilize his men. Magmatron would have to be informed immediately.

The Savage Palace

Magmatron was also watching the sun peek through the teeth of the Rust Mountains when the Predaknights sent their message. Now he was out on the balcony of the palace looking for a glimpse of the dark shape over the peaks. He heard a light flapping of wings behind him.

"Sire. I am here."

"Noctorro. Fly with me. I wish to see this for my own eyes."

"Yes my liege. If I may ask, do you really think this is Cybertron making contact after so long?"

"It would appear so. But if the reports are anything to go on this isn't a personal call. We will see when we've arrived. If they have any spine they'll send someone down to chat. We can't let have Razorclaw and the others have all the fun now can we?"

Magamatron flipped into the air and spread blazing wings. Noctorro went aloft himself and they made for the mountains.

The Swamp of Wrath

Despite the climbing sun, the depths of the Swamp of Wrath remain wreathed in a foul cloud. Few were stirring yet, but one creature stalked on four legs through the marshy undergrowth. Scourge was in a particularly foul mood. Food was short, and morale was low. His campaign against the Predarchy had been costly indeed, but he did not leave his old life for want of comfort.

He came to a clearing in the swamp, where the obscure shapes of a few Abomi lay wallowed in the mud. But he didn't pay them any mind. Instead he looked up to see a round shadow in the sky above. A purple mask shape glowed dourly from its bottom. His blood rose. He let out a savage roar, torching the branches above him and scaring the tar out of the bathers. He leapt through the trees at full tilt, making for his makeshift headquarters at the Tooth.

The Rust Mountains

Magamatron and Noctorro had landed on an outcropping to rest. The sun was now at its highest, and the alien shape cast a wide shadow across the hinterlands below.

"Look sire! A craft is coming down!"

Noctorro had spotted a shining pinprick leave the dark shape. That's good, Magmatron thought. A spine. He dearly hoped the bots inside had a good reason for him why a Decepticon War World was parked above his planet.

The Predamark, North of Rust Pass

Divebomb and Tirade had tracked the shuttle's trajectory to a place on the borders of Scourge's land. They had actually managed to beat the craft to its landing site.

Razorclaw and Grimstone took point. As ranking officers it was their job to represent their king and country to the interlopers. Grimstone was immediately taken aback by its size. It was huge for a simple scouting vessel, but had no weapons to suggest it was anything else. It was a dark gunmetal color, like the War World it came from. Parts of it were detailed in blue and gold.

Tantrum stamped his feet. "Is someone going to come out?" I want to see what we're hunting today."

As if to answer him, the doors hissed and hinged open, forming a gangway down to the ground. A detail of identical dark blue soldiers came out and formed a line on either side of the ramp. They all raised their weapons in salute.

A blue and black bot, tall and handsome looking, strolled down the ramp between them, gold regalia gleaming on his shoulders and chest. He looked around him as if on a pleasure tour, a broad smile on his face.

"You there!" Grimstone started.

"On behalf of his Majesty Emperor Magmatron, we demand to know who you are, and what business you have trespassing!" Razorclaw finished.

The stranger finally beheld the welcoming committee, black and orange and scowling all over. He flashed them another brilliant smile.

"Hello! My name is Dezaras of the Torus Heights, and my business is peace. If you believe in that sort of thing."