Title: Transformers A Shattered Paradox
Rating: T for strong language, strong violence, dark themes, some torture and sexual themes and crude humor.
Genre: Family/Drama
Short Summary:
Twenty years of peace between new worlds, it seems a new threat has risen through Space and Time. The Cybertronians and humans are about to learn how to face their selves.

:::Chapter One:::
A Dark Way of Life

Songs Best Used:
Rising Darkness-Two Steps From Hell
Kill Em All-Audiomachine

It was dark that night, though it was dark all of the time. It was always dark. The sun had not shined down on the face of this broken planet for such a long time. Only bits of rays had managed to shine through the dark clouds surrounding the planet and around the dark huge orb that always hovered in the sky since anyone could remember.

How did things get like this? How did things turn so bad like they did? Why did those horrible beings of powerful mass of destruction come to this place to destroy and enslave everything and everyone?

That was what so many of the humans had asked before they were snuffed out of their lives.

Before those terrible, murderous, alien beings who called their selves the rulers of all life came, pretending to be friends, pretending to have come to destroy all those who meant their little mud ball planet harm to protect them.

They had lied.

HE had lied.

Earth had fallen for His lies and now...everything was gone. Everyone was scattered in the many corners of Earth, if they were not already dead or enslaved. The humans of Earth were destroyed but a several thousand hundred who were made into servants of those murderous, lying beings.

There was no hope. No light. No anything but darkness and fear, anger, greed.

It had been like that for years upon years until a glimmer of hope had finally came. The humans had fought for such a long time, no one really knowing how it happened in the first place.

There was rumors that it began in the year 2007 when a young teenage boy had bought his first car, a black and yellow Camaro. The rumor stated that was when it began. But as the rumors went, everything changed when it turned out that that Camaro was one of them.

One of the alien robots who came to this planet. And helped destroy everything that the humans of Earth knew.

Now it was the year 2031.

Twenty or so years full of hell for all of Earth. And through those years, everything that mankind had ever known had been forgotten. People's lives had been destroyed the moment that that Camaro had turned out to be an alien invader robot, bringing the rest of his kind to Earth to search for some alien relic that would bring life back into their kind, or build armies for their kind.

Ever since, they found Him.

It was right then, when those horrible beings of metal had found their leader, bringing him back to life from some kind of coma after crash landing on their planet for this strange relic, did everything go wrong.

Of course, there had been those who defied Him and his horrible army of metal alien robot beings.

There was another fraction of those alien robots who had come to fight for the right of choice, for the freedom of Earth and its people. That fraction had come to fight long and hard to save the planet of Earth. They wanted to protect Earth.

But in the end...it didn't work.

Even with a fair few still alive and active and still fighting, they were in hiding from Him and his army of vicious alien robots. They hid in the darkest of shadows, plotting and planning ways to destroy that powerful, vicious leader.

But nothing ever worked and they were now being hunted down, along with their human allies.

To say that he had snuck off the hidden base with his alien robot partner, however, he knew it had been foolish of himself. He knew he should have listened to The Human Protector and stayed with his Guardian but he hadn't.

He couldn't.

Rick Ottoman just couldn't have stayed on that hole in the ground of a base when he knew that the love of his life was out there, captured by those horrible robots and was probably going to die, if not enslaved.

So he had recruited his best friend, his Guardian, the one who saved his and his cousin's life when all of this had happened.

"This is a really bad idea, Rick. We should have at least informed..." His guardian was saying, looking around nervously.

Rick looked up at the large dark silver and rusted red robot hovering behind the broken structure, weary of his constant complaining about leaving the hidden base. He knew that his Guardian was worried and rightfully so. But he just couldn't let his girlfriend suffer when it had been that idiot of a scout's fault that she had gotten caught. "I can't leave Selphie out there just to be killed or sold as a slave. I have to save her. And because of Meg's rule to sending out a rescue party, because he is so freaking paranoid of those aftpipes, we had to sneak out. You didn't have to come, you know?" He asked softly.

The large, red and silver mech sighed before carefully lowering himself to his knee so he could be level with Rick. "I know, Rick. But you're my friend and I want to help you. I just...I just want us to be careful. You know what will happen if THEY catch us. It would have been better if we at least brought..."

"Are you talking about me again, Race? Because if you are, say it to my face." Someone with a hard voice spoke up, making the two friends stiffen and whirl around to see her.

A tall, slender Cybertronian femme stood there, long thin wings hanging on her back as she stepped forward. She was a Seeker, one of the flyers amongst their group. She was dark silver colored with light blue coloring all over her frame. She was of elegance, to be honest and quite beautiful as a giant alien robot.

On her wings was the triple pointed sigil of their insignia, showing proudly in rusted gentle blue.

"Slip! When did you...uh...how did...?" The red and silver mech was saying.

The Seeker femme glared at him with icy blue optics, her fists on her hips as she stepped forward. "You are in so much trouble, Race Track! My creator is livid that you snuck out and took Rick, of all people!" She growled.

Rick and Race Track but groaned as they looked at her, shoulders slumping. "It was my fault. I asked him to come, Slipstream. I have to save Selphie. I can't just leave her there." He said miserably.

Slipstream growled, massaging her sensory unit impatiently. "Rick, if you would have waited one hour, one fragging hour, you would have been called to Starscream's quarters! He was planning the rescue mission to save Selphie! He wanted to involve you and Race Track but now his plan is ruined all because you both went venturing off on your own! He sent me, Ratbat, Ravage and Barricade to find you! You know Barricade won't lie to Megatron! He will know what you did by the time we get back to the base! And you are in so much trouble now!" She scowled.

Both Rick and Race Track lowered their heads, feeling the weight of guilt hanging onto them now. "We're sorry." They both said miserably.

"Save it for when we get back to base! Now come on!" Slipstream growled now turning around.

Only to freeze at the sight of charged weapons trained on the three.

"Well, well, well. Looky what we have here. Three Decepticons out wandering the streets of New Iacon City. Looks like we have something to show Prime after all." A cold, but darkly amused voice rang out of the shadows.

All three looked at the white, black, blue and red mech stepping out from the shadows with the blood red mech and dark green mech beside him. They felt their sparks turn cold in fear to see all three of them, weapons charged.

"No...not you." Slipstream whispered as she cringed back, thrusters shifting, ready to take off immediately.

The wide, insane grin formed on the mech's face as he kept his cannons on her. "I wouldn't do that, Slippy. You leave, we will just shoot your friends. And you really don't want us to do that, do ya?" He asked darkly as his blood red visor winked once.

Slipstream sighed, wings lowering and the reverse shifting went back. She lowered her head and offered her servos towards the three, while Race Track and Rick did the same, sorrow in their eyes and optics. "Just take us, Jazz. Don't play with us like you usually do." She murmured pitifully.

The black and white mech grinned as he optic'd her before motioning to his two companions. "Ooooh, but what's the fun in that, Slippy? Cuff 'em, Hide and Dawg." He ordered coldly. "Make sure them stasis cuffs are good an' tight so they don' fight me when I rearrange their faces."

The dark red mech nodded before stepping forward with stasis cuffs dangling from his fingers.

The three were thrown down hard, the two Cybertronians' frames rattling loosely from the beating they both had gotten not just too long ago. The human had received only a knock to the face for trying to beg for the sick and twisted mech to stop bashing on his friends. He had blood running down his head from the one flick he had gotten.

But it was Race Track and Slipstream he was worried about.

Both of them had so many dents to their frames, energon spilling from gashes given to them. They were truly a mess.

Slipstream's wings were bent horribly and one had even been broken in half. She was shuddering from the pain she felt. Her wings. Her precious wings were now ruined. She wouldn't be able to fly away at all. Even her thrusters had been pounded into scrap. She was grounded now.

Race Track had dents and gashes all over his frame. His shoulder armor was collapsed and his helm fins were broken. He looked slightly worse than Slipstream, for having to try and fight back but he had failed.

"Hey, Buuuuuddy! Look what we caught out in the city!" The overly cheerful voice of Jazz rang in singsong as he stepped past the three beaten beings.

Terrified, all three looked up at who stood before them, only to see the tall, cold gaze of one of the most feared they ever knew. They followed his clawed peds up to his black and chrome colored frame then to his cold red optics as they gazed blankly back at them. His door wings were high behind him, but still as he was.

"Jazz, were you not asked to capture Slipstream without beating her into scrap?" The cold, emotionless voice of mech asked.

Jazz pouted as he looked back at his fellow black and white companion. "Aw, come on, Prowlers. They fought back! They resisted arrest! What were I suppose ta do? Let 'em?!" He growled.

The cold glare turned onto Jazz before he shook his head and swung around to look away from him. "Our Master will not be pleased. Nor will the Twins. You know very well that Mistress Beta wanted to deal with Slipstream. Now you get to deal with her." Prowl said coldly.

It was then the three captured saw them and looked terrified.

Sitting on what looked like a throne of deactivated frames of fallen Cybertronians were the three most feared beings ever to have existed.

The Prime and his off spring.

The huge, intimidating mech sitting in between the other two was a sight to behold and tremble with fear from seeing him. He was a large mech, colored deep black and vicious purple flamed. His cold, blank red optics burned like hellfire as they gazed back at the three captured. He had four large black smoke stakes trailing up from behind his wide shoulder plates, as well as a line of five spikes trailing along his shoulders.

In the middle of his chassis was a burning red emblem of a box head robot face.

Beside him, on his left, was an equally large mech, all in dark midnight blue and black with burning red trims running down his arms. His optics were not as burning red as the middle mech's, but still like fire within his helm. He was largely built, slightly bigger than the middle. But not quite as tall. He wore a cold smirk, unlike the middle mech.

On the right side of the middle mech was a lustrous looking femme. She was much smaller than both of the mechs but still intimidating. She was of black and almost bloody pink and ice cold blue. Her helm was slightly spiked, yet the spikes were twisted and twirled around each other, spiraling almost like a twisted crown. She had a smooth, beautiful but clearly deadly face. Her black and bloody pink frame was slender and curved in the right places.

In her hand, she held a chain. And at the end of that chain was a collapsed human girl.

"Selphie." Rick murmured fearfully when he looked at the young woman.

The human was probably in her late teens with messy and snarled black hair, trailing around her pale snow colored skin. She was a pretty girl for being covered in bruises. She wore black pants and a black halter top with a skull on it. Around her neck was a spiked dog collar, which was where the chain as connected, as if she was a dog, herself.

Or worse, a human pet.

"So, it seems that the traitorous Seeker's off spring has come to pay us a visit." The dark mech in the middle spoke with a dark, powerful voice.

Slipstream steeled herself, baring her denta at him. "If anyone is a traitor, it is you, Optimus Prime! And your Autobots!" She spat before she cried out when Jazz lashed out and kicked her dented side viciously.

There were only chuckles around the dark chamber like room as so many dark mechs and femmes looked on with twisted amusement.

But the dark mech, Optimus Prime was not one of them.

Instead, The Prime glared at the Seeker femme before motioning to the human at the femme's peds. "I see our trap has worked. But not in the way I wanted it to. I was really hoping that Starscream would have been the one to come out from his hole in the ground. Since we know that coward, Megatron wouldn't have. But since it is you, I suppose not all is lost." He spoke in a dark way. "Your creator betrayed me, Slipstream, by destroying my mate. And since he destroyed my precious Elita One, we will destroy his precious daughter. Beta, my dear creation, you always wanted her head. It is yours."

The femme beside him giggled as she reached over and petted his arm before making way to standing up after hooking the chain to her seat.

"But," Optimus Prime spoke up, halting her. "Not before I get some information from her and the other two." He turned his bloody gaze to Slipstream, Race Track and Rick, still quite brutal. "I want to know a few things. And if you refuse to tell me, there will be pain. We heard Starscream has been working on a project. A project called the TS Rip Project. What is it?" He asked coldly.

Slipstream stiffened but shook her head as she glared at him hatefully. "What, don't you want to know where our base is hidden?! You want to know about one of Starscream's science experiments?!" She snarled in rage and confusion.

Optimus Prime finally sneered at her, shaking his head. "No. We actually know where your hidden base is." He chuckled darkly when all three stiffened in alarm. "Yes, we know it is hidden underneath the Rocky Mountains in what used to be Utah. And it is all thanks to your favorite thieves." He stated.

Slipstream growled, optics narrowing in anger. She knew who he was speaking about.

"Do not worry. We will destroy the mountains in time, and then destroy any who survives tunneling out." Optimus Prime said darkly. "But right now, I want to know what it is that Starscream is working on. Is it a weapon? And what is it with that Decepticon, Whisper? Why does your fraction protect him so closely? Who is he really? Where did he come from?"

"I will never tell you anything!" Slipstream snapped viciously.

"Very well. Make her talk, Beta." Optimus Prime said coldly as he motioned to his creation.

"With pleasure, creator." The femme beside him giggled as she stood up and made her way towards the Seeker femme.

It was an hour of endless torture and screams of pain later. But nothing got done, other than torture, screams, pleading. Slipstream refused to say anything.

Therefore, the torture was moved to Race Track. It was the other twin, Omega to bring the pain. He ripped into Race Track, tearing energon lines, cutting into his pain receptors. Bashing in his face plates until it was almost unrecognizable.

But still, neither Slipstream and Race Track refused to talk.

Growling irritably, Optimus Prime turned to Jazz. "Since they refuse to speak, turn to the human. Tear him a part until they finally decide to speak." He ordered coldly.

Jazz grinned maliciously before turning his burning red visor onto the trembling human still sitting there, all alone. "It will be my honor, My Prime." He said viciously before folding his fingers together and cracking his joints. "Ready to bleed, human?"

"N-no! Do-don't touch him!" Slipstream screeched, her voice crackling with static as she struggled from where Beta was still ripping minor energon lines and humming merrily.

"Too bad, so sad, Slippy. It's his turn to feel the pain." Jazz practically sang as he stalked towards Rick.

Rick's breathing rapidly sped up as he tried crawling away from the approaching mech. He was visibly shaking and his face was completely white with tears now filling his eyes. He didn't get too far as Jazz stepped onto the chain that was connected to his cuffs. He closed his eyes, squeezing tears from them, waiting for the pain to begin.

"Wa-Wait! Please wait! It's a rip in the Space and Time Bridges!" Race Track cried out fearfully.

A flip of a hand from Optimus Prime and Jazz halted, still towering over Rick.

"Race!" Slipstream exclaimed in anger bit fear. She didn't truly blame Race Track for saying it though. She had been three seconds from doing the very same thing.

Optimus Prime looked over at the broken frame of Race Track and frowned. "What was that?" He demanded.

Race Track, with unsteady vents, trembled as he looked sorrowfully at the ground. "Starscream is working on a thesis for some kind of rip he found when he escaped last time. He sa-said there was a ripple or a tear in the Space Bridges. He is studying it. I don't know all of the details, but...Star-Starscream said...there might be a Trans-dimensional gate way opening up. Something...something about another dimension." He murmured painfully.

Optimus Prime now looked highly interested. He leaned forward on his throne, staring directly at the broken mech. "That is interesting. But what kind of dimension did he say he found?" He asked firmly.

Race Track slowly shook his head, optics dimmed. He only cried out in pain when Omega slammed down his ped against the broken mech's bent and torn leg. "I don't know! I swear, I don't know!" He cried painfully.

"Well, it looks like you are no longer useful to me if you don't have any more information." Optimus Prime said coldly before he nodded to his son and his daughter. "Deactivate them. Keep their helms for trophies. Make sure to make it quite painful Beta. We want to catch Starscream's attention after all." He said in dark amusement.

All three, both Decepticons and the human stiffened and looked up at their torturers with fear and alarm as they grinned and moved to do just that.

Suddenly, there was a loud explosion within the room, shaking it violently. Shouts were made as many in the chamber like room as they all flinched from the explosion before they exclaimed as a fire fight suddenly broke out.

Charging through the giant hole the explosion had made, several Cybertronians came charging through, now shooting in many directions.

In the lead was a large rusty red, silver and blue Seeker, looking around furiously until his brilliant blue star like optics fell onto the beaten and broken Slipstream. "Slipstream!" He yelled before raising his cannon and shooting a nasty blast right at Beta.

The blast hit the femme directly in the chassis, sending her flying backwards.

A mighty roar was sounded like an explosion as Optimus Prime stood swiftly and lashed out his harm to release the fiery blade. "Starscream!" He roared now charging forward.

The Seeker took one look at Optimus Prime before throwing up his cannon blaster and firing with a curse. "SKYWARP! GET SLIPSTREAM OUT OF HERE!" He yelled over his wings to another Seeker, a lavender purple and black colored one.

The Seeker sharply nodded and with of purple, he vanished. He was immediately next to Slipstream, gathering her up into his arms. "Come on, Little Femme! Let's get you...!"

"No! Not me first! Get Rick, Selphie and Race Track first! Please, Uncle Skywarp! Get them first!" Slipstream begged as she thrashed in the Seeker's arms.

Skywarp slumped with a moan before carefully setting her down again. "Okay. I will. But don't go anywhere! I will be right back! Just stay under cover!" He told her firmly before flashing over to where Selphie was still unconscious. He scooped her up then flashed to Rick and Race Track.

In the mean time, Slipstream looked around at the battlefield that broke out inside the Dark New Iacon Palace. She spotted familiar faces fighting against the Autobots. She saw the large dark blue and white form of Soundwave hacking away at the Autobots that attacked him with his many glowing blue appendages. She saw the rusted golden frame of Sunstreaker attacking viciously against a brilliant, bloody red mech, whom was Sideswipe. They were once was good friends and twin brothers, now attacked with hate against each other. But it was Sideswipe who she hoped would win. She saw her good friend, the brilliantly white and black striped Ravage attacking the vicious orange and black striped Cheetor.

"This is too much." Slipstream whispered as she looked over to see her creator, Starscream attacking Optimus Prime and barely hanging on. He danced through melee attacks made by the black and purple flamed tyrant who betrayed all sentient life. Even he was struggling.

"Slipstream!"

Slipstream looked up to see a mech hurrying over to her, looking worried. She smiled faintly as he came crashing down on his knees beside her, looking her over. "Whisper." She whispered as he looked her over.

The brilliantly white and silver mech bent over her, looking her frame over with a hiss as he examined her wounds. He was a Praxian, with wide white and silver door wings with the gentle blue Decepticon insignia on the sides. His brilliant ocean blue optics flicked to her own after accessing her injuries. "They sure did a number on you, didn't they, Sweetheart." He said miserably. "We need to get to get you to a medic fast."

Slipstream slowly shook her head as she gazed at him. "They killed our best medics, Whisper. The best medic that even lives is a sadistic son of a glitch." She said sadly. "It was why Megatron didn't want us to go out of the base."

Whisper grew serious before he turned his head away and looked directly at Starscream, who seemed to have sensed his optics as he danced away from Optimus Prime's blade. "I think it's time." The white and silver mech murmured.

As if he had heard, Starscream grew serious and nodded before snapping up his cannon and blasting at Optimis forcing him back with heavy fire. "Do it, Whisper!" He yelled as he fired at Optimus Prime.

Immediately Whisper turned back to Slipstream while digging into his subspace compartment. He pulled out what looked like a datapad and some kind of controller, pushing them towards the femme. "Take these with you, Slipstream! It's time!" He said loudly over the blasting fire.

Slipstream frowned as she took the devices and stared at them. "What are...?" She was asking.

Whisper shook his head as he looked quickly around at their surroundings. "Not now, Slip! The mission you're about to go on is safe but dangerous at the same time! It will all be explained on the data pad! Your dad knows what it is about! He was really hesitant about you going but he knows we don't have a choice at this point! What you need to know is when you go through the Space and Time Bridge, you are going to come out in a whole different place! Whatever you do, whatever you see, whatever you hear, do not shoot Optimus Prime!" He said hurriedly.

"WHAT?!" Slipstream exclaimed in shock and anger.

Whisper smiled faintly as he leaned in, placing a hand over the device she held before tapping a button on it. "Trust me by trusting him, Slipstream." He told her before there was a boom and a flash.

Slipstream stared bewildered before looking behind her to see a swirling mass of glowing energy; a Space and Time Bridge. "Whe-where does it go?" She asked uncertainly as she felt herself being pulled to her feet by Whisper.

"It goes Home, Slip. It goes home. Now go before anyone sees you!" Whisper said hurriedly as he gave her a light push.

Nodding, Slipstream turned and hurried, in a limp towards the glowing Bridge. She hesitated for a moment, looking into the brilliant light with unease before taking a deep breath and stepped into it.

However, at the same time, she heard a startled cry of alarm and pain.

Whipping around, Slipstream turned with an unsteady jerk to see what it was and saw three things. She saw her creator was looking at her with fear and it made her wonder if Whisper might have lied about Starscream knowing she was leaving.

Then she saw the second thing.

Jazz and two other Autobots were charging at her with weapons charged. They were smirking cruelly as they charged at her and made her scamper backwards in alarm.

The third she, however, saw was Optimus Prime swinging up his fiery blade until it struck Starscream directly in the chassis.

"NOOOOO!" Slipstream screamed as she reached out.

But by that time, the Seeker femme saw a blinding white light, forcing her to shuttered her optics closed as she felt a powerful pull from the vortex. She felt a hand grab her from behind, as well, yanking her back just as Jazz and the other Autobots swung their blades.

And before she knew it, she was falling.

Falling into brilliant white light and hearing startled yelps from the three vicious Autobots. And then she knew nothing.