Bombshell clutched his head. "What? Shrapnel and Kickback have been captured? How is this possible?" The signal burst told very little, but it was enough to convince the Insecticon. "I must summon the rest of the Insecticons. We must build a hive! The Insecticons must prevail!"
-A
Before
Optimus Prime looked at the assembled Autobots. Jetfire and Blaster had been sent off. The robots stood at attention as Prime spoke. "Autobots, we're once again on a new Earth. Jetfire and Blaster are tracking down some Decepticon signals. Remember, this may be similar to the other Earth or it may not. Regardless, I want everyone to stay in vehicle mode when dealing with the local lifeforms."
"But Prime, what about the Decepticons? I doubt they will be so considerate." Red Alert twitched an eye.
"True, but we must avoid panicking the locals of this planet as much as possible. I want everyone to go with their assigned partner and roll out." Prime watched as the Autobots transformed and spilt into groups.
Omega Supreme, the largest of the group, was acting as a defacto base, as his vehicle mode was a rocket and launching pad. "Omega Supreme: Curious about orders."
"Understood old friend, but we can't allow ourselves to be spotted just yet. If this world has defenders like the other one, we might be in just as much danger as the Decepticons."
-D
Bombshell, having transformed into his robotic weevil mode, flew through the air trying to come up with a plan. The other Insecticons would need a leader, but he knew they would never listen to him. "Shrapnel would control them, yes, but I can't blast all of them. Who would help me destroy Megatron?"
An unusual life form reading flickered across his scanners. "A native? This could be useful!"
-M
To a casual observer, the young woman stretched out on the desert rocks seemed to be simply sunning herself. It might strike said observer as odd that the woman was miles from anything resembling civilization, or that she had no visible means of transportation. A half-eaten bag of Chocos cookies and an empty milk carton seemed to be her only food.
"M'gann, are you reading me?" A voice echoed from within the woman's mind. Sighing, the woman sat up.
"Loud and clear Rose, but I though the point of r & r was to relax?"
"Sorry, but something big is going down. The League, Society, Titans, hell, even the Ghost Patrol is showing up. Everyone is supposed to report to DC on the double."
M'gann, better known to the people of Earth as Miss Martian, frowned. She hadn't felt anything odd, but given her remote location it didn't mean too much. Carefully gathering her trash, she packed her bag and stood up.
With a shudder, her tanned skin turned pale followed by green. Her hair curled into a more manageable bob cut. Her swimsuit rippled and folded over her, turning into her costume. As a Martian, she could alter her form to suit her needs. And her biggest need at the moment was flight. Tucking her bag inside her cape, she took to the air and headed due east.
-D
Bombshell diverted from his flight path to follow the signal. "Strange, it seems to be moving, yet it puts off no energy. Does this planet have a new type of fuel source?"
The Insecticon landed as the blip grew larger. "Amazing!" Bombshell marveled as Miss Martian zoomed overhead. "Flying humans? This is truly an amazing planet!" Taking to the sky, Bombshell readied his weapons.
Miss Martian was focusing on her flight. Unlike other races, Martians flew by mind power; that is they picked themselves up and moved across the sky with their minds as someone else may stand up and walk. She heard a strange clicking behind her.
Dropping down at once, she narrowly avoided the missiles. "What?" She gasped as the metal bug zipped around. She tried to probe its mind, but met such resistance she found her concentration breaking. Falling, she slowed herself down enough to avoid injury as she crashed. "What are you?"
"My name," the weevil transformed into a humanoid robot, "is Bombshell!"
"Bombshell?" the name invoked a series of bad memories for the Martian heroine. "Are you with the Titians East?"
The question seemed to throw the robot for a loop. For a response he drew a gun. "I am an Insecticon, that is who I am, and you are my prisoner!"
Miss Martian drew her lips back. "It's been tried before. It didn't end too well." She readied her mind. The robot was alive, although she was having trouble seeing into its brain. "It's so alien, and I doubt I'll have the chance to concentrate!" Miss Martian turned herself intangible as a blast from the twin ion blaster turned the ground around her into glass.
"Surrender earthling and I may spare your life!" Bombshell lobbed a grenade at her.
"I'm not from Earth, and I doubt if I gave up you'd honor your words." Miss Martian focused on the gun. Using her telekinesis, she easily bent the metal to her will. Yanking from Bombshell's hand, she forced it around the grenade, muffling the explosion with an added force of mental power.
Bombshell stared at the scene. "Impressive!" The cone at the top of his head suddenly lowered and fired. Miss Martian was thrown clear as Bombshell kicked the now useless gun aside. "You fleshly creatures never stop amazing me. I will enjoy this!" He loomed over her. Even without fully reading his mind, the Martian maiden knew his intentions were not good.
Closing her hand, she willed her flesh to harden and enlarge. Her fist swelled to the size of a cannonball. Before the alien robot could react, she slammed her new appendage into the robot's protruding cone, knocking it aside easily.
"Gahh! I'll crush you for that!" Bombshell shrieked as Miss Martian hit him again.
"Sorry, not a fan of crushes, I'm more of a direct approach kind of gal." Miss Martian hoped her banter was good enough. She had been listening to Rose and Robin when they battled. As Bombshell staggered back, she concentrated on the ground around them. With one mind, two giant hands formed of the bedrock clamped down on Bombshell. "That should hold you!"
"Release me!" Bombshell struggled, but without his gun or cannon, his options were limited.
"Of course, once my friends are here." Miss Martian took the sky. "I hate to leave that thing here, but there might be more and I need to see for myself. If the local authorities face them, they might be in trouble!"
Bombshell watched the green hued lady zip away. Once she was gone, another signal was sent out. "Calling all Insecticons, this is Bombshell, I need your help!"
-A
Omega Supreme was silent. Optimus Prime had left after intercepting some troubling radio signal, leaving the massive Autobot alone in the desert. His solitude was ended when a green teenager flew across the sky and landed on him.
"Strange, I don't recall any bases around here." She eyed the idle rocket.
"Correction: Omega Supreme is no structure." Omega Supreme's voice boomed.
Miss Martian was on the defensive as a pilotless tank thundered into view. "Who are you?"
"Omega Supreme: Autobot. Your designation?"
"Miss Martian, Teen Titan." She tensed, waiting for an attack. After several tense minutes, nothing happened. "Are you with that robot insect I just met?"
"Insecticon: Negative." The base began to shift. Within seconds, the tank and a rocket merged together along with the rest of the base. The giant robot loomed over her. "Omega Supreme: Friend. Will you take him to representative?"
"You want me to take you to our leaders?" Miss Martian chuckled at the joke. "Fair enough, although I don't know what they are going to make of you. I need to inform my friends though, especially about that other one I secured back in the desert."
"Affirmative: Omega Supreme glad to help." A radar dish appeared on his back. Miss Martian waved it away.
"No, I'll use my own, thanks." She placed her fingers to her temples. "Robin, you aren't going to believe this…"
