Author Notes: Here with the next part of the story! Excited to share everything and hopefully you all will enjoy it. Cause goodness I enjoy writing this first part of I guesses the pilot ep lol. I want to try to switch some things around but still keep some stuff I love in the original. Hopefully, it works out ok.

Transform and Try Not to Screw This Up! - Part One of Three

No matter what universe, the Allspark cannot stay hidden for long.

Just so happens a space bridge repair team led by Sentinel Prime found the Allspark in this universe.

Then they were attacked by Megatron and his elite soldiers, crashed and in stasis for 50 stellar cycles only to wake up on a world where there are organics.

Sentinel might be living his worst nightmare and the universe might be slightly a bit more screwed.

A thousand stellar cycles and he still was here.

Sentinel tried. He seriously honestly tried. He followed all the rules, made sure all their repairs were done on time, done to the best of their abilities, everything he could do. Every one of the reports on their work came back with high marks. He was making this team of outcasts into an exemplary repair crew.

It took a stern, firm hand, but it was working.

Sentinel should have gotten back into the Academy ages ago.

Every hundred stellar cycles, he applied, and every time, it came back as a rejection.

What was he doing wrong!?

Hadn't Sentinel learn his lesson by now? Hadn't he been punished long enough!?

Sentinel let out a long hard moan, cradling his head in despair while he sat on the bridge. He wasn't going to get out of here, was he? He was going to space bridge repair bot for the rest of his days. To be nothing but a nobody, lost to the ages. No one is going to remember him, and no one is going to care.

All because of one event that wasn't his fault. It was a horrible accident.

/Sentinel, get your aft out here and help us out here!/

Hearing Ratchet's cranky voice over the comms, Sentinel rose from his chair on the bridge. He dragged his feet down the hallways and docking tunnel to the outside. Could have gotten there faster, but Sentinel wasn't in the mood to deal with whatever situation his crew had gotten themselves into this time. He couldn't take an optic off of them for one slagging click.

Ratchet stood there at the end of the docking tunnel, waiting for him. The medic didn't look happy with his arms crossed over his chest and a look that screamed disappointment. Why? It isn't like Sentinel had to help with clearing out the rocks. It wasn't his job. If anything, he was a supervisor.

It was the rest of the crew that's job was to clean up the mess.

"What took you so long?" hissed Ratchet.

"I had some reports to fill out," stated Sentinel, frowning down at Ratchet. Why did this mech have to question his every move? Ratchet seemed to vent down his neck for every decision he made, constantly challenging them. He had to follow protocol.

That means he had to fill out reports on the three younger repair bots, no matter the infraction. He also had a budget and couldn't get every item on Ratchet's list for the medical bay or ship's repairs. He even had to report the ninja hitchhiker they picked up.

Sentinel wasn't here to be their friend. He was here to lead and keep them on their schedule.

"Of course you did," said Ratchet.

"Well, why you were busy with your paper-pushing, we could use some help with the actual work."

"This your job, why would-"

"Hold on, Bulky!"

Interrupted with the shout, Sentinel turned his attention away from Ratchet and towards where that came from. His jaw dropped again to see his three young crew members up to their usual mayhem. Bulkhead had gotten himself stuck again. Surprising how often that happens.

He was dangling high above the ground this time. His wrecking ball fist stuck in the high tower of rocks that covered the space bridge. Sentinel could only watch as Bumblebee leaped his way to the top and took to zapping the rock with his stingers. Gauge had taken to latching herself onto one of Bulkhead's legs with her magnetic gloves in some attempt to pull him out.

This was insane!

"And you didn't try to stop them!" demand Sentinel, whipping his head back towards Ratchet.

He stood there with a shrug of his shoulders. "Not my job. It's yours to deal with it when they are getting into messes."

He was about to counter that argument when the classic sound of the trio's screams and crashing overcame his audios. He turned to watch Bumblebee lying on top of Bulkhead. Gauge still held onto the large Bot's leg, which was lucky because she could have been crushed. With his attention back on his team's trio of wreckers, Sentinel strain to not strangle them. The idiots were lucky that they wouldn't be spending the rest of the orbital cycle in the repair bay.

"What the slag do you think you were doing?" demand Sentinel, marching his way over to the three.

"Ah…fixing the bridge," said Bulkhead. He shifted his large form around and brought in his wrecking ball fist. The two smaller bots moved off of him as he tried to stand up.

"How was that stunt 'fixing'?" asked Sentinel. "You three could have damaged something! If you did, we would have to waste more time here! Our whole schedule would be out of balance for megacycles! What were you thinking?"

As Sentinel took to ranting about how much they were idiots, the only one to be ashamed of themselves was Bulkhead. The giant Autobot had his head lower and more focused on the ground in front of him. Gauge by all appearances, she looked bored and checked out of the conversation. Bumblebee seemed to concentrated more on glaring all his anger and hate back at Sentinel. The minibot never seemed to have gotten over Sentinel kicking him out of Boot Camp. Not his fault. The Bot wasn't the right stuff.

"And where is that slagging ninja! If he wants a ride to the nearest spa-"

The answer came in with a spinning shuriken mere inches from Sentinel's face and hit one of the large remaining rocks in front of the space bridge. The resulting hit cause it to split apart, and Sentinel found himself whack in the head with a few rubble pieces.

Of all the fragging…

"You need to know where the weak point is," said Prowl, appearing behind Sentinel and caught his shuriken as it returned to him.

"Next time, say something!"

"And throw off my timing?"

Ratchet sighed while he walked over to join the rest of the group. "Ya young bots, can't live with 'em, can't melt 'em for parts."

"But you still love us, uh Ratchet?" questioned Gauge, hopping over to join the medic's side.

"Some more than other bots," said Ratchet, giving the other two young bots a more stern look.

"What! We didn't do anything this time," protested Bumblebee. "Just cause you got one servo in the scrap heap doesn't mean you can take it out on us."

"I'll show you a thing or two."

"Enough! Stop fooling around!" scolded Sentinel. He had enough of all these bots wasting his time like this. They needed to clear things out and move on to the next port. "You're all just small parts of the great Autobot Commonwealth."

"Oh joy, this again," moaned Bumblebee, along with everyone else at the start of a typical lecture.

"Look, you're all cogs and need to do your job, or you screw it up for all the bigger and more important parts of the Autobot command. You don't do your job correctly, you could be the cause of-"

Sentinel didn't have a chance to finish his rant as bits of rubble started to hit his armour once more. The small crew all looked up and stared in horror as the rest of the rock mountain started to tumble down right at them.

Just great.

Growling, Sentinel moved to the front of the group and reached back to pulled up his trust Skyboom Shield. Brought online, it spread out and covered the small group from the rain down of rocks.

"Start blasting! I don't want to die here!"

Using the shield, the rest of the team took to poking out from behind to take out the falling rocks with any means possible. Rubble flew through the air as lightning bolts, physical might, or shuriken hit the rocks. Sentinel did his best to protect them from what rocks escaped their view, while Ratchet used his magnets to collect and throw the debris to the side.

As quickly as it happened, the rockslide came to a stop—the space bridge entrance real itself, undamaged from the chaos around it. With the danger gone, Sentinel lowered his shield and turned to glare at his team.

"See what your fooling around has done," he growled. "Why can't you just-"

Didn't have a chance to finish what he was going to say. He stopped talking when the whole area was covered in a strange bright blue glow that burst from some nearby rocks. As the light dimmed down and he walked over to where the source of the light had to be, Sentinel didn't know what he and the rest of his team would be getting themselves into.

How this discovery would change everything.

Halfway through her shift and Elita could feel like it was going to be a long orbital cycle. The numbers of issues and reports she had to deal with seem to be unending and leaving her with no time to process what was going on.

Perhaps it was a solid sign that she was good at her job.

She had to be. She worked too long and too hard to get where she was. To be second to Ultra Magnus, Elita had to be. It was hard to be a femme in a mech world and get where she had to train hard and make sacrifices to get here. It cost her any kind of social life or relationships to get to the top.

But then again, any bot she cared for was gone or not worth her time anymore.

What was worth her time was a cold drink. She would like a glass of Engex, but that would have to come after shift.

Would make some due with some K-Juice.

"Excuse me, Elita Prime! Ma'am!"

Elita held back the groan in her throat before she put on the mask of a femme that gave a slag. She did; she did care about her job and every one of those that served under her.

She only wanted a few clicks to herself without dealing with bots. To not be the responsible one for once

"What is it, Strongarm?"

The young femme stopped in her tracks before saluting. A newly graduate of the Academy, Strongarm was on the fast track to her own Prime rank. Though, she needed some experience first.

"There is an emergency comm coming in from a space bridge repair team in the Sigma 17 area," said Strongarm.

She was getting a bad feeling about this.

"What is the issue?."

"They wish to talk directly to Ultra Magnus," said Strongarm. "The captain of the space bridge repair ship isn't budging on it."

Oh, Primus…It couldn't be…

Rubbing the bridge of her nose, Elita followed Strongarm towards the communication room. The young Elite Guard let her to an equally nervous mech handling the comms, clearly didn't know what to do. That didn't help to ease of dread that was overcoming Elita.

"Elita Prime, the mech is-"

"Bring him on."

The screen turned on, and to see Sentinel's giant face yelling at someone off to the size cause Elita's processor to ache. It had been stellar cycles since she last seen the idiot and had hoped she wouldn't have for a few stellar cycles more.

Maybe when he finally upgrades into an actual mech.

"-isn't anyone answering me! Primus, I got-"

"Nice to see you hadn't changed, Sentinel," said Elita.

The mech turned his head away from whoever the poor Bot was he had been yelling at to her. The anger in his face switched over to shock and surprise. He didn't expect to see her, and Elita could say the feeling was the same.

"E-E-Elita, wha-"

"What is this about, Sentinel? Ultra Magnus is a busy bot and doesn't have time to deal with your and your issues."

"Elita! No, you don't understand! We-I mean, I found something and need to talk to Ultra Magnus," explain Sentinel.

"What could you, a third-rate rock blaster, need to talk to the supreme Autobot commander for?" sneered Elita. Primus, she wanted to shut the comm off and tell them not to answer anymore from Sentinel's ship.

But that wouldn't be right. Not fair to those Autobots that were burdened with dealing with Sentinel. Shouldn't punish the team that was assigned to the slaghead.

For a moment, Sentinel looked a bit more broken. Only lasted a moment before his face turned blank and spoke again, "Prowl…bring up the cargo hold display."

Elita, Strongarm and the mech at the comm all stared in shock at what was on display. It couldn't be possible. Of all the Autobots to have found it...

In the cargo hold of a space bridge repair ship was the actual artifact of legend, the Allspark.

And there was only one thing Elita Prime could do.

"Get Ultra Magnus at once."

The passing thousand stellar cycles had Optimus strip away everything that once made him an Autobot.

There was upgrading his armour into something more fitting of his new position. The patchwork armour he had back on Archa Seven gave way to something more robust and uniform. It allowed him to fit into more of the Decepticons' warframes, even with his smaller size. He even made sure to add extra armour over where Ariel was attached. But the piece that brought him the most attention was an old helmet that once belonged to the Decepticon Justice Department leader. It covered his whole head, audial fins included into a snug fit. It was easy to take off too when he was sent to investigate Autobot strongholds and settlements. The aid of an electronic paint job of his old Autobot colours helped him with his infiltration.

His original paint job was altered when he been branded with the Decepticon insignia. His red and blue paint turned into black, purple with golden highlights. Once he looked himself over with his new red optics, he realized the new colours made him match Ariel.

But his paint wasn't the last thing that Optimus removed to cut his old ties. No, that would be rid of his old Autobot designation.

When the hot iron seared the brand onto his shoulder, it killed the last bits of Optimus from the universe.

In his place, rose Scourge.

Optimus was nothing but a weakling, a pushover that let anyone walked all over him. All cause he wanted to be a good little soldier and support the cause. Look where that devotion had gotten him.

Scourge was nothing like that. He couldn't be if he wanted to survive. He became vicious, selfish, cruel, everything that his former self wasn't. He would kill, maim and torture anyone that Megatron wished for him or anything else that needed to be done in the name of the Deception cause. He had lost count on the number of assassinations the warlord had sent him on.

Though, right now, he was the one being torture.

"Megatron is a fool who's been chasing a ghost for centuries," snorted Starscream. "I seriously doubt we'll find this all spark aboard such an insignificant vessel."

"Traitor!"

Scourge optics rolled at the sound of Lugnut's protest. The giant purple mech was Starscream's opposite in every way. While the Seeker was ready to stab Megatron in the back, Lugnut treated the warlord like Primus himself.

It was admirable if it wasn't so sickening to hear all the time.

"Megatron is wise! Megatron is bold! Megatron will return the Decepticons to Cybertron and-"

"-and wipe our homeland clean of the stench of Autobot tyranny," Scourge interrupted, strolling up behind the two larger mechs. He didn't want to deal with another rant of how fantastic Megatron is. Yes, he too admired Lord Megatron and understand Lugnut's loyalty, but sometimes it was too much. "You say the same thing every time Lugnut. It doesn't bear repeating cause we get it. Your devotion to the cause can't be questioned but can't you process anything else?"

"Like you are one to talk, dear Scourge," hissed an accented voice from behind. "No one else dares wears such a helmet since Lord Megatron disbanded them. One would have to be dim to make use of a relic of a stagnant part of our history."

Primus, Blitzwing…

They have never gotten along. Maybe because the triple-charger was part of the scouting party back on Archa Seven and the only survivor of said party. He never seemed to have liked that a small, half-starved Autobot and his technorganic 'pet' gotten the upper hand over him. Ever since he never wasted a chance to verbally jab the former Autobot for something.

Scourge's red optics narrow down behind the faceplate of his helmet, "You're the only one that appears to have any issues with it, Three-Face freak job," he hissed.

Blitzwing didn't seem to have like the answer. His face flipped around into his Hothead personality. The larger Decepticon got into Scourge's face, "The name is Blizwing, Halfbreed! Remember that cause-"

He didn't finish the threat as Ariel disengage herself from Scourge's side and lash out at the triple-charger. The whole bridge was filled with Blitzwing's screams and roared of anger while Ariel hissed and snarl. The spider clawed at Blitzwing while the triple-changer tried to grab a hold and her away from his face.

"Get your pet off of me before I ripped its legs off and-"snarled Blitzwing before his face flipped from anger into the crazy random one. "-express my feelings in song. The itsy bitsy spider!"

Scourge snarled; fist tightened at his side. "You harm her, and I'll throw you into the nearest black hole!" he snapped and raised his voice over Starscream and Lugnut's arguments.

But even with all the four mechs' bickering, no Con couldn't miss the sound of the main door to the bridge. Even though The Nemesis was one of the largest of the Decepticon fleet, there were only a few aboard, and most were already here.

That only left one being who could have entered.

The four Con's heads turn to see the impressive size of Megatron entered through the doorway. Ariel removed herself from Blitzwing to reattach herself to Scourge, and within ticks, the four mechs stood at attention as the warlord made his way into the bridge.

"Starscream, report."

"Energy readings are off the chart, my liege," said Starscream, in that sweet sickening tone of voice when he wants to stay on Megatron's good side. It disgusted Scourge how much of a two-face the Seeker was, and it surprised him that Megatron kept him around. Perhaps Megatron kept him around for entertainment?

He didn't understand it and merely watched. Watch as Megatron gave the order to cripple the Autobot ship.

Scourge allowed the excitement of the sight flow through his circuits. Those poor Autobots, unaware of the dangers they stumbled into.

Maybe he would have a chance to get his own servos dirty after Megatron was done with them.

Seeing Elita again had thrown him off. Sentinel didn't think he would see his old friend again when he called up Autobot Command. Okay, so it was possible since he heard she was making quite a name for herself in the Elite Guard ranks. Still didn't think she would answer his emergency call.

Though, it seems she rather have not answered him at all. The sight of the Allspark changed that. She got in contact with Ultra Magnus quickly enough.

To see the Autobot Commander once again, Sentinel could feel his authority over the screen. This had to be it. This had to be when he could prove himself to Ultra Magnus, that Sentinel could help him and be something more significant than a slagging repair bot.

"Ultra Magnus! Sir, thank you for an-"

The Autobot Commander held up his hand, and Sentinel shut his mouth. The cold steel glare the elder mech gave the ex-Academy Bot froze him solid.

"Elita Prime has informed me of your lucky find and the current situation you found yourself," explained Ultra Magnus. "Most likely a lost ship since no Decepticon would dare enter Autobot space. But, a strike team is heading to your location to aid you back to Cybertron…"

"Yes, thank you, sir," said Sentinel. "We shall-"

"You shall do nothing," said Ultra Magnus. "I'm ordering you to stay put until the strike team arrives. Do not try and do anything foolish or reckless. You aren't met to see the field of battle, to be a hero, Prime. Sit tight until those are capable arrive."

With that, Magnus ended the conversation.

"Seems the old commander hasn't changed much," snorted Ratchet.

If he had more time or sense, Sentinel would have asked the old medic what he means by that. He would have let what Magnus had said sink in a bit more. That all his dreams and wishes for the future were nothing. That he was…

But then an immense shadow took to looming over The Orion.

Sentinel gripped tight onto the console, fear and panic fuel his system at the mere sight in front of him. This was no mere Decepticon scout ship. In all his daydreams, images of the future he had, he never actually expected them to come true. To come face to face with actual Decepticons and go into battle. But they weren't just facing normal Decepticons, but the biggest and most infamous of them all.

Megatron.

Optimus's old history vids couldn't describe the sheer gigantic size of the Decepticon commandship. It was massive, imposing and clearly would crush their little repair ship.

The backup wasn't going get here fast enough.

Especially when the Decepticons started to fire at them.

"Hold on everyone!" shouted Gauge as she piloted the ship out of the way of the blast. With no sign of the attack stopping, she took to flying The Orion around in an attempt to avoid death for everyone aboard. If his spark wasn't about to burst out of his chest in fear, Sentinel would admit that she seem to have been sparked to fly. He didn't think Autobots could pilot any ship this well without some aid from the ship's AI.

Struggling to stand, Sentinel managed to not fall on his face, "Teletran-1! Activate emergency defence system Codename Omega!"

"I'm sorry," the computer voice spoke back. "This function has been disabled in compliance with Cybertron on going effort to conserve energy."

"What! What the frag is the point in having it then!"

"We're going to die!" screamed Bumblebee, gripping onto his console with all the strength he had.

"What about Ultra Magnus? Didn't he say to stay put?" wondered Bulkhead.

"Do you want to be a sitting duck! We need to move!" shouted Ratchet.

"Gauge! Get us to the nearest space bridge!" ordered Sentinel.

"Gotcha!" she said.

"Going to purge!"

"Keep it inside, big guy!"

If he wasn't freaking out in his processor, Sentinel would have felt the same thing. Gauge took to piloting The Orion into a nearby asteroid field. Completely dangerous but allow them to have some sort of protection. The Decepticon ship plowed through the rocks with its hull and its own cannon fire. Took all of Gauge's focus on getting this rust bucket through the asteroid field.

That is until the display picked up an incoming figure.

An entity straight out of any Autobot's nightmares.

"Is that…Megatron?" asked Prowl.

"You never said he was so big," gasped Bulkhead.

"You never said that he could fly," hissed Bumblebee.

"They're Cons! They all can fly," growled Gauge, trying her hardest to avoid the asteroids and now avoiding the Decepticon leader from landing on their ship.

It didn't work too much as they all heard the thud on top of them. Then the sound of a laser hitting the hull along with the alarms going off didn't give anyone a great feeling that everything was going well.

Sentinel gulped back the panic as he knew they had to do something.

That he had to do something or else they were all dead.

"Ratchet, get that hull sealed up! Gauge, make sure we don't crash! The rest of you, get your afts to the cargo hold with the AllSpark!"

"What about you!?" demanded Bumblebee as everyone jump into action.

Sentinel sneer as he lifted his shield towards the ceiling. Activating it, he tried to get it as close to the bright spot in some attempt to hold back the breach.

"I'll handle Megatron…"

He'll show Magnus who can be a hero.