Transformers: Prime
Disclaimer: Because I own Transformers: Prime, I literally have the ability to transform into a planet through sheer force of will...No lie.
A/N: I will definitely keep Grimlock in this story. But Blitzwing will most likely be the Prime-Verse Version like Grimlock.
I had to put Smokescreen in there. He seems like a cool guy. And you'll see next chapter why him fiddling eith the TransWarp device has importance. I'm open to suggestions on any thing you want to see happen. Should Elita-1(Prime) show up? Jazz? Ironhide. Just throw some ideas in that there review box after reading the chapter.
"Very well, I accept the challenge"
-Optimus Prime
Chapter 2
"So how has Optimus been holding up?" Smokescreen asked at a decent voice level, enough for Arcee and Ratchet to hear. The medic didn't turn from his research and simply let out a breath reminescent of a sigh.
"As I've told you before. Optimus' strength was always more than just physically. The wisdom of the Primes grants him just that," Ratchet continued, pausing his typing to look their newest Unit member. "The collective wisdom of the Original 13," he concluded. Obviously satisfied that that was enough of an explanation, Ratchet returned to his research. Smokescreen shrugged, not really understanding the concept of the wisdom of thirteen people at the same time. But it was probably the best he would get for now. Smokescreen uninterested, watched Ratchet work for a few moments before walking off to return to his own room.
"Man, we need some new decepticon activity," Smokescreen complained, complimented by his punching his other palm in a sign of readiness. He was in the quarters hallway, heading to his own berth room to look up some fun hobbies off of the "Internet", Jack called it. He wished he could patrol right about now, but it was necessary for a backup combatant in case of emergency.
"Maybe I could do that Street Racing, it sounds wicked fun," the Autobot said enthusiastically. He ceased his thoughts however when he noticed spontaneously flashing blue lights reflecting off of the opposite wall.
Optimus' room.
"Hey, Optimus? You okay in there?" Smokescreen asked, curious about what made Optimus look so focused. The Autobot Prime was doing typing work on a monitor and he looked more focused than he did the other day when he was in the main room.
"I appreciate the concern. However, there is nothing to worry about. I am simply attempting to make haste with decryption," Optimus responded without even a glance, typing furiously as ever. Smokescreen shrugged again, unaware that Prime hadn't noticed.
"Eh...Okay," Smokescreen said evenly. Forgetting all about the trip to his room, he opted instead to visit the hall of relics. Looking through the transparent glass to regard each of the items, he suddenly came across a new one at the end of the hall. Smokescreen noticed that it was on a pedestal and not behind a glass like the rest. Picking up the object he noticed that it looked a lot like
"A TransWarp device? They don't have a ship anywhere...and the GroundBridge functions on energon cubes," Smokescreen assessed. He recalled his studies in the hall of records about TransWarp devices. They were the prototype to the more stable Energon-charged variants. Squinting comically at the object, he took it with him back to his room.
Parallel Universe
At the same time that a certain Autobot began to tinker with a certain TransWarp device, Blackarachnia was making changes to her own TransWarp device. It was currently connected to a large cylindrical machine to which an AllSpark shard was connected to a main wire. She rested one leg on its knee as she used some sort of cybertronian wrench to align the wire's output with a large receiving modem at the monitor's base.
"I'll finally be able to be normal again," she said to herself for the second time already, it becoming a sort of mantra for her. The device would be complete, and in seconds, the device would jumpstart. And it did. There was a crackle of energy in the large, dark room that made it not so dark. Dark corners were lit, revealing spare machines that were apparently used for their spare parts to power the activating machine.
"Yes!" Blackarachnia shouted, finally allowing herself to feel some pride at her accomplishment. The machine continued it's job, the crackling energy seeming to organize itself in a centrifugal motion before materializing into a portal. It resembled a GroundBridge greatly, for the swirling orange and blues moved in increasingly circular motion before blurring, where one could not tell where one color ended and the other started. Gazing at the display for a second to marvel at the mystique of the colors, she wasted no more time and confidently strode forward.
BZZzzzzzz...
No, not him! Why would he choose now of all times! The Spider Autobot turned decepticon turned around sharply, one of her arms tained on the far wall to shoot the first thing that moves.
"Come out, come out, pest!" she demanded, attempting to anger him into revealing his position. But the only sound was the constant buzzing noise.
"You tried to leave wazzzpinator..! You zztill not fixzz me!"
"If you let me do what I was trying to do, I can prevent all of this from ever happening!" she reasoned. She could really care less about his condition, but she wasn't lying either. If she could prevent herself from becoming a techno-organic, Waspinator would never become what he is. But the flying decepticon wasn't having any of it.
"You lie!" he shouted in anger before shooting a bluish-green pulse blast from a cavity in his servo aimed for her head. Quickly ducking, she retaliated by shooting at Waspinator with blasts of her own. To avoid being clipped, Blackarachnia dived to the side to take cover behind a large metal crate.
Hoping to at least immobilize him, she shot webbing from her hand in an attempt to trap him. Waspinator seemed to anticipate the maneuver and shot right through the center of the webbing, rendering in ineffective.
"Wazzpinator will make zzpider-bot pay!" he yelled in annoyance, before diving at top speed while shooting with his mutated arm stingers in an obvious attempt to offline her then and there. Aiming carefully, Blackarachnia took aim and shot webbing at Waspinator's face. Caught off guard, his flight path went erratic and the femme took the oppurtunity to make a mad dash for the portal that remained ever-present.
Just as the portal began to close from the unexpected entry of a person, Waspinator crashed headfirst into the controls, short-circuiting it's navigational console.
The decepticon scientist hadn't noticed.
Prime
Optimus continued to type away at the keyboard, hoping to unearth a second Omega Key before the decepticons. No doubt Soundwave was working as dilligently as he to decrypt the location.
101110100101110101011010-?/%Decrypt-File Log-%/Omega_Key%/Foreign_Data
10-22
"That is...impossible," Optimus breathed after regarding the designation for many moments. 10-22 was an emergency code designation that only he and...
Silently, Optimus stood and headed toward the main room where Ratchet remained working.
"Old friend, there is something I need you to look over," Optimus said, alerting Ratchet to his presence. The medical expert blinked his optics in surprise. Not questioning the order, Ratchet took the offered device Optimus held in one of his servos. It was signal tracking device that the team used to search periodically for any cybertronian signals besides their own on Earth.
Inserting the device into the monitor, Ratchet narrowed his optics in mild surprise.
"This is definitely an Autobot distress signal, but..."
Optimus was watching Ratchet's progress from where he stood to the side, arms folded.
"What have you found?" He asked, encouraging Ratchet to continue.
"The residual energy trnsmitting from the signal is blinking in an out sporadically. I can't get a clear fix on it. It could be an Autobot," he began.
"Or a Decepticon."
"I can't belive I let you guys talk me into this," Arcee complained in an almost self-depreciating tone, Jack acting as passenger on the seat. She was referring to Miko and Bulkhead who persisted in trying to convince her to a speed joy ride through the quieter parts of the road where there was no apparent speed limit and an even less apparent human traffic. What made matters worse was that Jack simply co-signed by suggesting, "Why not?"
"It's not my fault you said yes," the human said, amusement obvious in his tone. Arcee was ahead of Bulkhead but behind BumbleBee as they shot through the road at a speed just comfortable enough for the Humans where Inertia wouldn't come back to haunt them if a sudden stop came. Jack was wearing his helmet, so he didn't even have to try to hide his amused grin in response to Arcee's drawn out sigh of annoyance.
"It's hard to argue against a 6-1 vote," she admitted. Especially if they weren't breaking any rules to patrol duty. Even though not heavily traveled, the road waswell maintained, evident from the even road and clear traffic paint. Maybe this wasn't so bad, she thought to herself. She definitely wouldn't admit to Bulkhead being right about that though.
Electronic whoops reverberated through comm speakers in the vehicles, placed in areas where the other Autobots and their human passengers could hear.
"I take it BumbleBee is having fun! Just like we are!" Miko proclaimed, looking through the closed window with both legs on the seat.
"Seriously Miko, you should sit down all the way. No need for you flying sideways," Bulkhead warned good-naturedly. With a half-hearted pout, Miko sat properly in the seat. "Well I was wearing a seat-belt."
An alarm sounding beep chirped through the comms, sobering everyone up.
"That must be Optimus," Raf stated, recognizing the noise as an incoming transmission. BumbleBee made a short beeping response that Raf translated as a affirmative. All the vehicles slowed down, drifting at a small angle before coming to a complete stop.
"Autobots. We have acquired another signal. It is a potential Autobot, or Decepticon. Intercept at these coordinates," their commander said curtly before logging off.
"Heh. Looks like we got ouselves another bot," Bulkhead added to the silence. "Assuming it's an Autobot," Miko amended.
"It better not be another Smokescreen," Arcee stated irritably before revving up to drive towards the uploaded coordinates. The rest of the Bots and their charges couldn't help but laugh at Arcee's half-serious response.