Tony picked himself up off the dusty ground, brushing himself off. Glancing around absently he realized with a jolt they weren't in the same place they had been five minutes ago. "What happened?" he silently asked himself. Then he suddenly realized he wasn't the same as he had been five minutes ago, wither. His arms and hands were metal. He glanced downward, and realized the rest of him was metal, too. He started to panick, but forced himself to fight it and just stay calm. His legs were grey, with black 'boots' that came up just over his knees. At the back of each heel was what looked like a tire. On his chest was what seemed to be the top half of a car. He froze, trying not to let his thoughts turn and go in the direction they seemed to want to go right now.
He had been turned into a machine.
A living machine.
He was a car.
He turned off his optics for a second, and tried to take a deep breath to calm himself a little. He was still shaking, though. "Okay, I can do this. It isn't so bad. Maybe the others are here, too. They must've been turned into some kind of machines too. They'll know how to get me out of this. yeah." He turned his optics back on, and glanced around. Nobody had shown up yet. "Just a few seconds more, they'll show up any second" he thought. "I hope." he added despairingly. He had to resist the swelling urge to scream or just freak out. It isn't every day you get turned into a car that turns into a robot, after all..
He started to walk, hoping it would help take his mind off the confusion and panic that had been building in the back of his preocessor. Reluctantly, almost afraid of what he might find, he glanced down at his arms. On either black-colored forearm was a headlight, and the dark armor went up to his elbows, where it was instead grey in color. all the way to his shoulders, which were also black.
Then he remembered the show that Anna and Wendy were talking about just before the spaceship-engine-thingie went off. "It must have knocked us out. Yeah, that's it. I'm just dreaming." he thought, reassuring himself with the possibility.
"Or worse." he shuddered. But he stopped himself abruptly, before he could start panicking again. He kept walking, and spotted Tim, but almost didn't recognise him.. The tall, muscular young man was looking over his new scale-patterned armor appreciatively.
It was a green-blue in color, depending upon how the light hit it, and yellow hues could he seen in the undertones of the metallic surface in a few places.The armor itself resembled that of the anchient samurai warriors of Japanes history, but had scales like a dragon Or some other large lizard. Tony thought momentarily of Godzilla, but stifled it when he thought of the seriousness of the situation they were in. At least he had been right about not being the only one to be 'transformed'.
He glanced over at the green transformer that had once been a tall, dark haired muscular man named Tim. Now, he was a green something-or another type of lizard.
A pair of leathery black wings were swept back behind the green scale-armored mech, and the 'claws' at the wing-hinges came over his shoulders, giving it a capelike quality. The dragon's head rested squarely on his chest, making it quite obvious what his transformation was. Four sharp claws adorned the knuckles of both hands, and the fifth one was on the underside of each wrist, pointing away from each hand.The tail of the dragon was on his back, and a kitana-style sword was visibly sheathed inside it, as it's handle stuck out above the scabbard. His helmet was the same color as his body armor, with a ridge down it's center. His optics were a soft amber color, but you could tell they were actually yellow in color.
Tony, on the other hand, realised his alt. mode was none other than a BMW 350I. His light blue eyes and light grey face were framed by a black helmet and battlemask. He was about to see if he could transform into a car when a shadow fell across the ground in front of them. "Tim, hey Tim." a tall broad-shoudered mech who could easily be mistaken for Megatron walked up.
The Green-scaled Mech once known as Tim responed with "I am called Syus now. It's an alternate form of Scythe." He turned to see who it was, and his optics brightened in suprise when he realized it was Dustin The charcoal colored Megatron-mimic grinned and said "and you can call me Bullet."
Despite the fact of his yet-undiscovered 'identity crisis', the mech was slighly different from the Decepticon tyrant. His armor was a charcoal in color, instead of the gunmetal grey of Megatron. And his sidepanels were blue in color, instead of Decepticon red. Also, his armcannon, which looked to be smaller than Megatron's, was mounted on his left forearm, instead of his right.
But his optics, however, were the same bright crimson red in color as the Decepticon commander. The two looked over at Tony with an expectant look. "I don't know what to go by, can't I just go by Tony?" he said. "Nah." Bullet said. "How about Gobee?" Syus (the Dragon) nodded. "Sounds okay to me. Gobee, then." the little black car said.
A dark green, blue, and black ford F150 came roaring up behind them, a white Chevy Camaro Z28 hot on his heels. They both screeched to a halt and transformed. "We can turn into cars and stuff!" The pickup truck, Dan, exclaimed. "Hey Tim, check this out." John sounded from behind him. He transformed back into his Camaro mode, and did a peelout, kicking up a significant-sized dust cloud before speeding away across the barren plains. When he got a gew hundred yards away, he slammed on the brakes and did a 180 degree skid-turn before speeding back and doing a flip as he transformed. "Helluva dream, huh?" he said. He had obviously been listening to their conversation. "Yes, it is." Syus responded. "Hey Mic, race ya to the ridge and back." The pickup truck, Dan taunted. The white camaro, (John), nicknamed Mic, was about to take him up on his offer, but the dragon signaled for him to wait.
"We have no idea where we are, or what is going on. I would hate for you to go zooming off and get yourself ambushed." Syus reasoned. The white Camaro gave him a confused look, but stood still. "So, if we're just dreaming, all we have to do is wait till we wake up?" the little black car Tony/Gobee sounded.
"We're not dreaming." a female voice sounded from above. A purple and tan A10 Thunderbolt transformed and landed, walking up to the ever-growing group. The jet's wings folded neatly onto her back, in a backpack-like shape, and the cockpit of the plane came forward to rest on the center of her chest. Each of the two small jet engines on the plane's tail were now on the back of each lower leg. Her round grey face was framed by a purple helmet, with small spikes on either side of it. And her topaz-blue eyes offset the purple and tans in her armor. The gun turret that was beneath the front of her plane form was subspaced, for now.
The white Camaro, Mic (John), glanced at her, and lifted an optic ridge realizing what she'd been turned into. "Damn, Wendy, you look good." He chuckled. She gave him a sarcastic "thanks" look in reply.
"Do you remember that cartoon Anna and I are allways watching?" she asked. "I know what Transformers is." Tim replied. "Well, you're going to think I'm nuts." the purple plane scowled. "Or dreaming." John commented. The plane shot him another look. She was about to explain when a purple and muave f15 Eagle (jet) flew up and transformed. "The Autobots are ehaded this way." She said excitedly. She was obviously enthused to be here. "Are the Decepticons are down in that valley." she pointed to the valley not to far away.
"There's a reason we're here." Windstriker (the purple jet) said, as the glowing device radiated blue from inside Jade's cockpit. The muave and blue seeker nodded. "Primus works in mysterious ways."
The others gave her a quizzical look, but Windstriker understood her meaning.
Below them, the Autobots approached the crevasse where their base computer, teletraan-1, had tole them the Decepticons would be. Megatron smiled malevolently from his position on a plateau above the valley. His plan was coming together perfectly. He would trap the Autobot leader, and send his enemies into confusion. Without their leader, they wouldn't know what to do! The makeshift solar power collector was enough to get their attention. But that wasn't all he was up to. He had ensured the capture of four humans from a power facility nearby they had raided. They had conveniently led the Autobots back here, and the humans would be more than enough bait to lead Optimus Prime to his destruction.
As if on cue, the Autobots pulled up, and transformed. They approached nervously, as though sensing something was wrong. Soundwave, Hook, and Bonecrusher left their stations at the energy collector as the other Constructicons found safer cover, firing wildly at the Autobots the entire time. The Autobot leader dove behind a boulder, narrowly dodging a blast of weaponfire. The humans reported missing were nowhere to be seen. He hoped they weren't too late allready.
"Autobots, attack!" he thundered. Ironhide, Brawn, Jazz, Cliffjumper, Hound, Bluestreak, and Bumblebee charged forward, firing off a row of shots as they scattered to find cover. From the opposite side of the valley as the Autobots' approach, Megatron watched the group approach the energy machine, waiting. Beside him, Starscream stood watchfully, eager to jump in and join in the fray. Skywarp and Thundercracker flew overhead, strafing the opposition. But not enough to hinder their approach. Soundwave, standing on Megatron's left at a small distance, watched the battle develop.
Megatron glanced at him and canted a grin. He also regaurded Starscream with a "see, I told you it would work" look. The arrogant seeker had predicted the plan would be a complete failure, with too many loopholes, and the Autobots would never fall for it. "Never underestimate the stupidity of Autobots in large groups." Megatron chuckled. Starscream scowled and turned his attention back to the scene playing out before him.
On the other side of the construct, the four humans yelled for rescue. "Help!" shouted one "Help us!" yelled another. Prime instantly recognized the voices. "The missing workers!" he said to himself. Without any thought of how much danger he was putting himself in, the Autobot leader transformed and sped down the valley. Behind him, the other Autobots tried to give him cover fire as best they could, but they were outnumbered, and busy trying to defend themselves from the various Decepticons. The red-and-blue semi thundered across the battlefield at full speed, intent on rescuing the innocent humans who had been imprisoned in a energy-cage type forcefield.
Something in the back of his processor told him something wasn't right. But Optimus Prime was too focused on getting the four workers to safety, before they, also, became casualties of a war they didn't even belong in. From behind cover, Ironhide fired off a row of shots at one of the constructicons who was trying to hit Prime, wishing he wasn't pinned down by weaponfire. If he'd gotten the chance, he would have been right behind Prime. He just hoped Prime could get there in time, before one of the 'cons decided to shoot them.
Optimus transformed and sprinted the final few yards. A weaponblast came careening in front of him, but he ignored it. He fired off a shot in reply, then blasted the control box at the base of the 'cage'.
The humans ran, but one of them yelled "It's a trap!" before he, also, ran to find cover.
But it was allready too late. Megatron cackled maniacally as he pressed the button on the control box he held. The ground under the Autobot leader dissapeared in a cloud of smoke and dust. The large hole the constructicons had created had been packed with powerfull explosives, which detonated a second after the red-and-blue Autobot dissapeared into the chasm...