I hope you like, I've only read MTMTE and some characters may be Ooc. Also kinda long. Fair warning. Part two should be up soon, I separated them because this one by itself is ten pages long. X3 I kinda got carried away... Next part should be up in a couple days
key: (h/l)= Hair length (h/c)= Hair color

Deathsaurus was a proud mech to be sure, and while he loathed the stinging defeat at the hands of Tarn, he was mech enough to accept the fact that he hadn't been able to beat the phase sixer. The fact that Tarn seemed to be a merciful leader and denied his request to kill his own team- even at the loss of a potential ally, eased this pain somewhat. Deathsaurus was well prepared for the unease and tension of his own mechs at the prospect of the DJD forming an alliance with them, Deathsaurus surprisingly trusted Tarn... at least he trusted Tarn not to shoot him in the back. But what he wasn't prepared for was what- or rather who Tarn brought with him.

Deathsaurus was just doing normal things the warworld commander did in his down time... sitting behind a desk and watching a video log that Blue Bacchus sent him, volume low and trying to muffle snickers- just in case Tarn walked past. It wasn't as if Deathsaurus was irresponsible, no! Perish the thought! He just liked to keep to maintain a tight relationship with his crew. He liked the mechs under his command to know that he had their back if they had his, and if that was a way to further differentiate himself from Megatron that was all the better. Deathsaurus had never appreciated the fact that Megatron treated every mech under his control (Save a select few) like cannon fodder, Deathsaurus had seen decepticons loyal as can as mech could possibly be, abandoned just because Megatron didn't want to spare the resources to rescue them. Some of them were friends. After watching that, Deathsaurus vowed never to treat the mechs under his command like that. It might have been a concept that some might have considered weak or from Autobot origin, but everyone under the Beastformer's command agreed that Deathsaurus was the best commander they ever served under. It gave his spark a twinge of pride hearing that, it made Deathsaurus even happier to know that his team trusted him enough to act like fools on occasion and send him video proof. Primus the hilarity of the things he did with his crew... There was that one time they all got overcharged and-

"Deathsaurus?"

Said mech jumped at the sound of his name, his thighs hitting his desk with enough force to raise the desk a few feet off the ground, the data pad slipped from his grasp hitting the table with an audible clatter. His wings flared out in surprise and he drew his gaze up to the mech who addressed him.

"Yes! Oh... Tarn it's you. What do you want?" Deathsaurus asked, trying to retain some semblance of dignity in the face of the only other mech of equal rank on the warworld.

Tarn shifted his weight onto his right leg, looking remarkably uncomfortable, which made Deathsaurus confused if anyone was to be uncomfortable it should have been him. Tarn thought the mask made his emotions unreadable, but he couldn't be farther from the truth. Most mechs were so scared of Tarn that they wouldn't need to converse with him on a regular basis, but Deathsaurus had learned that Tarn was a lot more... fidgety than he was previously thought. Take right now, Tarn was standing in front of him, his servos were to his sides, he looked almost threatening. But Deathsaurus could see that his frame was experiencing small rapid transformations, his plating never remained fully still, he theorized that Tarn did this to calm himself down, and then Tarn wondered why he burned through t-cogs like high-grade.

"Does... your warworld... have an..." Tarn lapsed into silence, and Deathsaurus had to physically prevent himself from letting out a groan, however his wings did give an annoyed lash at Tarn's reluctance to finish his sentence, "...Artificial atmosphere generator?" Tarn finally finished.

Deathsaurus stared at Tarn for a second before barking out a laugh, "Why? Does your sparkeater need it?"

Tarn's optics narrowed, he brought himself up to his full height, his plating bristling out, "No! Of course not, The Pet can-"

Deathsaurus smirked, Tarn was so predictable, but now that Tarn was in the middle of a rant he had time to think. Of course the Warworld had an artificial atmosphere generator. Did Tarn think that they were just savages with big guns? But the better question was why Tarn would ask if they had one to begin with. Of course the Sparkeater didn't need it, so Deathsaurus was left with the perhaps more startling idea that the DJD had somehow acquired an organic... interesting.

"-I just wanted to know if you had one so that we could bring our human on board, but if not that's perfectly fine, we'll just leave her on the ship-"

Deathsaurus' optics widened at the word 'human' and 'she', of all the types of organics that the beastformer would have expected Tarn to be carrying around with him a human was the last one he would have expected. Megatron hated humans, therefor he would have thought the Megatron fan clubs' feelings would be mutual on that account... but then again Tarn even officially declared Megatron a traitor, maybe this was some sort of form of petty revenge on the Djd's part, just to spite Megatron. But more on that fact Deathsaurus was curious, he'd never met a human face to face before...

"I never said we never had one Tarn, quite the opposite in fact. We just never had a use for it before." Deathsaurus said interrupting whatever Tarn was talking about now, he relished the aggravated look in Tarn's optics, he really made this just too easy.

"Is that so... I'm sure y/n will be pleased to hear that." Tarn murmured, turning on his heel and begining to walk away from Deathsaurus.

Deathsaurus quirked an optic ridge at Tarn's retreating form, "Are there any other members of the DJD that I'm not aware of Tarn?"

Tarn paused, before twisting his head and glaring at Deathsaurus over his shoulder, "No, I'm sure that's all Deathsaurus."

Deathsaurus waited a while after Tarn's figure was no longer visible before plucking up the data pad sending Blue Bacchus a message to fire up the atmosphere generator and continuing the video. He'd have to arrange to meet the human eventually, it was an opportunity he could ill afford to miss.

You hesitantly walked onto the Warworld, Tarn had assured you that it was safe enough to go aboard, and you would be lying if you said that you weren't curious as to how it looked on the inside. Tarn was busy doing stuff (You honestly had no idea what in tarnation Tarn was doing, he was always so guarded about 'official' business.) Kaon was playing with the pet, Nickle was organizing medical equipment, and you had no idea where Tesarus and Helex were- which was a shame, you would have preferred Tesarus or someone to be your guide just in case the mechs weren't informed there was a human on board, no human pancakes today thank you very much!

Fortunately that did not seem to be necessary for the first mech that you ran into, you later found out his name was Blue Bacchus, gazed at you with utter fascination before picking you up, with something akin to a child looking at an animal for the first time.

You didn't even get into it over him picking you up without your permission, he held you a little roughly, but you didn't think that purposely meant to hurt you. He was a rather happy mech, a wide grin on his face as he talked about anything and everything, and he apparently wanted to know everything about you. It felt like you were in an interrogation, just as soon as you answered one question Blue Bacchus popped out two more, but it was nice, not even the Djd seemed this interested about such trivial factors of your life. Like your favorite color, do you prefer daytime or nighttime, or who you thought would win in a fight Tarn or Soundwave? Aside from the questioning, Blue Bacchus informed you that he held the position of Deathsaurus' SIC (Second in command), introduced you to any mechs that stopped for any length of time, and showed you around the whole warworld. As to which you were eternally grateful, you were sure that if you had to walk around the entire place your legs would be hurting indefinitely. Blue Bacchus seemed to have no qualms showing you possibly dangerous things, such as the armory. Blue Bacchus enjoyed the look on your face as you entered the unreasonably large room, packed to the brim with the newest models that they could get, he showed off, that was the only way to describe it. He took a couple weapons and took some shots at practice dummies without dropping the incisive chatter and managed to hit the dummies perfectly. Much to your surprise. After that it was the engine room, then the crew's quarters, the empty barracks- they didn't take prisoners, the docking area for ships, and the rec. room. (It was easily one of the biggest rooms you had seen, there was a vid screen, a couch, several chairs, and a bunch of other tech that you weren't familiar with.)

You were chatting with Blue Bacchus in the orange walled rec. room when the Sic sat up rigidly with a strained look on his face, you stared up at him in confusion, he placed fingers to his comm link and spoke with an irritated look on his face that quickly melded into disappointment. You couldn't understand what he was saying, but after a minute or two Blue Bacchus sighed and turned off his comm. He turned to you with an apologetic look, "Heh, sorry kid but it seems I've been noticed missing, Deathsaurus will rip me in two if I miss any more garbage details." Blue Bacchus must have noticed the confusion remaining on your face because he clarified, "We alternate shifts daily, and I... may have been cutting my previous shifts shorter than I should have been."

"And let me guess you have one today?" You ask gazing at Blue Bacchus in amusement.

Blue Bacchus nodded with a smirk, "Deathsaurus is not happy..."

"Well you should go, I need my tour guide, preferably in one piece." You say gazing at Blue Bacchus fondly, you were still curious about a lot of things on the warworld, but that could wait until later when Blue Bacchus wasn't avoiding necessary work.

"Do you want me to drop you off by the Djd?" Blue Bacchus asked, you didn't miss the nervous edge his face took on, he didn't like the Djd, which was quite understandable after witnessing the ease in which Tarn incapacitated the whole entire warworld.

"Nah, I'm probably going to look around for a while before heading back."

Blue Bacchus nods and sets you down on the ground, "Don't get under any con's feet." He snickers.

You roll your eyes at him, "Yeah I got it, but if I do you're going to avenge me."

Blue Bacchus gave you a mock salute, "Yes sir!"

You both walked out together, you didn't want to get stuck in the rec room until some other mech decided to walk in, but you parted ways in the hallway, Blue Bacchus went straight while you turned into the right corridor. It was remarkably quiet, and you just kept on walking, you passed a couple rooms with closed doors, but nothing really stood out to help you figure out how to get back. In all honesty you didn't really mind, even if you did get lost, Tarn or Blue Bacchus would manage to find you later, with that in mind you walked some more trying to get a feel for the layout of the massive warworld.

Eventually when you saw light flooding out of an open door you couldn't resist peeking in. The room was intensely lit, there was a large berth in the corner of the room, a large desk next to it. Based on the size you guessed the mech who lived here was at least as tall as Tarn if not taller, and was an officer, the amount of decor. You sent a quick glance around the room to ascertain that there was in fact no one in the room before setting a foot into it. Despite the berth and desk there was nothing really decorating the pale gray walls, just a couple weapons hanging from them, the room was really quite spacious, which clued you into the fact that it was an officer's room. The fact which officer's room it was left ambiguous, you first thought of Blue Bacchus just because of the fact that he would probably leave his door open, inviting any pranks to come his way, but the interior of the room didn't really fit his personality. You would have imagined a lot of things hanging from or decorating his walls, be it posters, weapons, or something else, nothing as simple or bland as this room. So as far as you were knew that only left one other officer, Deathsaurus, you'd never seen the Warworld commander, but you imagined that he was stern, grumpy, and scary, kind of like Megatron or Overlord.

So absorbed you were in looking and pondering whose room it was, you didn't notice the sound of footsteps behind you. You were about to turn around and leave, when a strong cold waft of air hit your back, sending shivers down your spine. Both from the coldness of the air and the fact that you had no idea what just breathed on you.

You turned stiffly, the sight of the creature behind you causing you to draw in a breath of air in shock. It was hard to describe, it looked somewhat like a cross between a bird and a dragon with shining, lustrous, blue and white plating, and red biolights. It was easily as tall as Tarn, not including the large wings that fanned out from it's back, which made it slightly humerus as it bent down on it's legs until it's head was nearly on the ground so it was eye level with you.

"Uh... hi?"

Deathsaurus actually managed to get some work done, the artificial atmosphere generator had some slight hiccups that he (Somehow) managed to get patched. He ordered several weapon shipments from a native arms dealer that hadn't cost him that much in the way of shanix, if Tarn was really serious on going to war that is, Deathsaurus didn't mention the fact that they (a grand total of 55 mechs) were going up against the remaining Autobot troops + Megatron. Something told him that even if he had told Tarn, the phase sixer wouldn't have cared, Tarn was out for blood. In short the guy needed a new hobby, Deathsaurus himself had found himself entertained with Crankcase's patented 'Shoot Shoot, Bang Bang' game.

All kidding aside Deathsaurus was going to rip out Blue Bacchus' spark when he found him, as good a Sic he was, he was awful at workplace ethic, if there was a way to get out of doing work you bet Blue Bacchus would find it and exploit it.

Again Deathsaurus tried his comm, he was sure that Blue Bacchus was listening, "Blue Bacchus if you don't report to your scheduled assignment this instant I'll make sure you get a punishment straight from Tarn!" Deathsaurus said in a strained tone, well if there was one thing the presence of the tank did it was reinforce the aspect of punishment. Even if it was a total bluff.

"I'm kind of showing the human around sir..." Blue Bacchus' voice flooded his own audio receptors, Deathsaurus knew that Blue Bacchus would respond at the threat of that punishment.

"I. Don't. Care." Deathsaurus bit out, feeling slightly jealous that it was Blue Bacchus showing the girl around, he hadn't even seen her yet.

"Heh... okay sir, no need to blow a fuse, I'm going."

"See that you get there." Deathsaurus responded leaning back in his chair and staring at the ceiling for a couple seconds before standing up stretching joints and cables, letting his wings extend as far as they could.

Sitting in a desk all day was terrible. Deathsaurus would rather be helping his soldiers with repairs or fighting with them, but he did recognize the importance of reading the reports and other items that were sent to him. Deathsaurus was glad that he could finally head back to his room for a rest, he transformed his T-cog grinding to life for a split second, his plating shifting and rearranging itself into his bestial form. Deathsaurus himself wasn't really quite sure what it was that he transformed into, but that didn't prevent him from embracing his alt mode. He liked it, it was different, it wasn't just some old car or jet, and he couldn't imagine living without the transformation. His sight, hearing, and general sense of smell were all increased due to his alt mode. None of his crew were shocked when they saw their commander transform into his alt mode at this present time, but the first time they saw him transform... It made Deathsaurus chuckle even thinking about it.

Deathsaurus lumbered out of his 'office' and walked down the hallway on his left, heading toward his room. The corridors were just big enough that Deathsaurus was able to walk down them without scuffing his paint or the walls. It took a rather short time for Deathsaurus to reach his room, he would have entered in an instant, but he froze upon seeing a small body looking around his room. The human, how fortunate. Deathsaurus cocked his head, he wasn't expecting humans to be that small. Deathsaurus found himself fascinated by the (h/l) (h/c) fronds that swept down from her head, Deathsaurus crouched down and let out a small huff causing each individual frond to move, fascinating... The human stiffened, and Deathsaurus worried that maybe he'd scared it- her? She turned around slowly, and when her eyes met Deathsaurus' optics, hers significantly rounded, looking at him in awe and fear. Deathsaurus reveled in the awe in her gaze, but he didn't want her to be afraid of him. Just as Deathsaurus opened his mouth to say something, the human's voice filled the room.

"Um... Hi?"

"Hello." Deathsaurus rumbled, he was surprised that the human addressed him in such a casual tone, very much reminiscent of Blue Bacchus, "What are you doing in my room?"

"Well I- uh the door was open, and I was curious." The female said, some of the fear evaporating from her body, "It's a very nice room." She added as an afterthought.

Slag what was her name... y/n right? Deathsaurus thought, he knew that Tarn said it once, "You are y/n, correct?"

Her gaze widened ever so slightly, "Yes, and who are you?"

Deathsaurus chuckled, "I'm the commander of this warworld, but you can call me Deathsaurus."

Wow, this was what Deathsaurus transformed into? Or was this just his normal form? You regarded the commander in front of you, he was the farthest thing you expected from a mech called 'Death'saurus. He was being so polite and nice!

"You have a really cool alt mode." You said, gazing up at his form with admiration, it was really cool, it made you wonder if he could really fly or if the wings were just for show.

Deathsaurus gave a hearty chuckle that made your heart flutter, it made your ears yearn to hear that sound again, "Thank you."

Deathsaurus overstepped you and proceeded to his berth, "I'm sorry but I'm really tired, could we continue this talk tomorrow?" Deathsaurus asked, curling up on the slab of metal like a giant metal cat.

"Oh of course!" You exclaim, taking a step toward the door, "I'll see you tomorrow then."

Deathsaurus nodded and closed his optics, "I look forward to it..." He murmured.

You left just as Deathsaurus was drifting off into recharge, thoughts of you on his mind.