The usual disclaimers apply, in that I don't own the rights to Transformers. This story promises to go to some very interesting and unusual places, if one keeps with it.

The Decepticon Invasion of Japan

Chapter 1: The Setup.

A service hatch cracked open. "Has he gone?" Dead End asked in a whisper.

"Not yet," whispered the Sweep hiding next to him. Galvatron was in a bad mood, and none of his Decepticons wanted their leader to take it out on them.

Galvatron marched right past the service hatch to the door at the end of the corridor. It didn't slide open quickly enough. He shoved it aside, knocking it completely off of its guides, the door would never close again.

Dead End and the Sweep felt sorry for whoever was unfortunate enough to be working in the control room by the time Galvatron got there.

Cyclonus guided the operations of the control room with his usual efficiency. Soundwave sat at the communications post in the shadows of the back corner, completely unnoticed by Cyclonus or anyone else. With the current state of the Decepticon Empire, no one bothered to call them, and few messages went out, leaving the old Decepticon almost forgotten.

Even Soundwave was caught off guard when his station came alive with an incoming message. The message was to Galvatron, personally, and from. oh dear. A Quintisson. There was no way this would end well.

Soundwave did not have to place the call on hold for long, as an irate Galvatron chose that moment to burst through the door.

"Galvatron, you have a call." Soundwave said in his monotone.

"Excellent, Soundwave, just the sort of diversion I need. Put them on."

"Greetings Mighty Galvatron, of the Decepticon Empire," the Quintisson began.

"Don't insult me by pretending we like each other. What do you want?"

"We need your help."

"HA! I bet you do. Go away! Bargains that start out this way with you wind up too costly in the long run," Galvatron said.

"We are willing to make it worth your while."

"Oh. you are desperate enough to really bargain this time are you?" Maybe this could work to the advantage of the Decepticons after all, Galvatron thought. Then he whispered to Cyclonus, "Get Swindle up here, now."

He turned back to the Quint on the communications screen. "I will let an agent sort out the specifics. while we wait for him to get here, why don't you tell me exactly what you want of us?"

"Very well. as you know, we once experimented with Techno Organic constructs on Cybertron."

"You mean your half organic half mechanical monsters like that leech you set loose a year ago?"

"Urm. yes. In addition to the experiments on your world we also had factories and labs on other worlds, including an automated research factory on Earth."

"If its more leeches you can forget it."

"We recently discovered that the factory on Earth is still operational. We want you to go in and shut it down. Ship it back to us, if possible, or destroy it utterly if not."

"Really, and just where is this factory of yours?" Galvatron asked.

"We." The Quintisons face shifted revealing one that wore and embarrassed expression. "We don't exactly know. It has been moved, but you can find it by locating the 5 components to a locator key."

"You don't make this easy, do you?"

"We will give you the locations of each of the parts of the locator key, as well as whatever special transport devices may be needed to reach the Key components. We will also give you the codes necessary to shut down any of the factory's products," the Quintisson concluded.

"Oh, yeah? Well what will you give us in return?" Swindle asked.

Galvatron smiled. Watching Swindle work out a deal with the Quints was like watching two artists work an duel with each other at the same time. He had never before seen the five faced squids squirm so much, but he was pleased with Swindle's results. Not only would the Quints supply the Decepticons with a sizeable amount of Energon, but they would do so all in advance. Once the job was complete, they would reimburse the energon operating costs of the operation. Not only that, but the Decepticons would have access to all the data and technology the organic factory had to offer.

While he still disapproved of those Head and Target Masters that Cyclonus and the others had become, he could see uses for the monster technology the Quints had developed. Galvatron would never allow a monster to fight under the Decepticon banner, but he could possibly make monster shell suits for some of his less useful warriors to boost their fighting power. And with organic shells, those sentimental fools, the Autobots, would not attack. them and their misplaced love of all things organic.

But once the negotiations were finished.

"Decepticons. to Earth!" Galvatron called, and the Decepticon forces all boarded Scorpnok for the long flight.

The set up is complete. now let the fun begin. Next. Ultraman Zearth, Japan's first line of Defense?