A little while ago, an Autobot shuttle manned by Jazz and Cliffjumper suddenly vanished without a trace while on a patrol mission. Autobots Rodimus Prime, Blaster, and Perceptor have been trying to contact and locate the shuttle for hours.
"It's no use, boss," Blaster began, "I've been trying for hours and I STILL can't reach 'em!"
"Damn, What's going on here?" asked Rodimus.
"Excuse me, sir," began Perceptor, "But I believe now with the amount of information I've collected, I believe I can now give a detailed analysis."
"Just get on with it." Rodimus said with a frustrated tone.
"Well," Perceptor began, "The energy levels in the shuttle's vicinity at the time of its disappearance are off the charts, but now, they've seemed to have dwindled down to their normal level."
"Meaning?" asked Rodimus.
"It means that something about those energy levels had to have something to do with the shuttles disappearance," Perceptor said "I've come up with three possible scenarios. First: A star could have gone super nova and incinerated the shuttle, but I don't think that happened because our observation satellites did not pick up any images of super novas in that area at the time of the shuttle's disappearance. Second: A barrage of cosmic rays bombarded the shuttle, causing an explosion, again, I don't think that is the case either because our satellites have not relayed any proof of that case, also…"
"Is there a POINT to all of this, Perceptor?" Rodimus asked, even more frustrated than before.
"Yes there is," Perceptor began, "If you would turn your attention to the screen for a minute"
Rodimus and Blaster turned to the large screen as Perceptor was punching buttons.
"Keep your eyes on the screen," Perceptor said as he brought up a series of images, "We've just received these images from our satellites, and if you look closely, you can see a small hole developing…"
"Are you saying they were sucked into a black hole?" Rodimus asked.
"Not a black hole, sir," Perceptor began," It's a wormhole."
"A what?" Asked both Blaster and Rodimus, looking at each other with confused looks on their faces.
"A wormhole," Perceptor began, "Wormholes are holes in the space time continuum, they're very rare and I'm baffled by why it appeared here and now because they usually only appear in areas of unstable space, and the Cybertronian system has no unstable space in it."
"We can worry about the cause of it later," Rodimus began, "What about Jazz and Cliffjumper? What the hell happened to them? Where are they?"
"To tell you the truth, sir," Perceptor stated, "I don't really know…"
"What do you mean you don't know?!?" Rodimus exclaimed.
"Well," Perceptor began with a sigh, "I don't know how to explain this, but, wormholes are very unstable, and even if they DID survive, which is highly unlikely, they could be ANYWHERE, literally! They could be anywhere from the most primitive past to the most distant future…"
"Damn, what can we do?" Rodimus asked.
"Nothing," Perceptor said sternly, "Nothing at all…"
TIME: ??? PLACE: ???. A hand emerges from some debris of a shuttle crash, and tries to pull the rest of his body, which reveals itself to be Jazz.
"Uh…Cli…Cliffjumper…y…you…OK…" is all Jazz manages to say before he falls down and passes out.
TIME: A few hours later. PLACE: A medical center of some sort. Jazz is just beginning to come to.
"Hey, Are you alright?" a female voice asked Jazz, "You've been out quite a while!"
Jazz opened his optics, and saw before him a female robot, blue and white in color. "Wh…What…Where am I?" Asked Jazz, who struggled to sit up.
"You're in a medical center on the planet Demicron," the voice said, "A group of our explorers found the remains of your shuttle and saw you unconscious by it an then brought you here."
"Demicron?!? I've never heard of it! Where the hell is it?" Jazz asked.
"It's in the Xiatronian system." The voice replied.
"And…Who are you?"
"I'm Azzra, head nurse at this medical center." She said, "What's your name, sir?"
"The… Name's Jazz…" Jazz replied.
"That's an interesting name, do you think you can stand up, Mr. Jazz?" Azzra asked.
"Y… Yeah… I can…" Jazz replied, getting on his feet, but he slipped up and fell, but Azzra caught him.
"Thanks for the save there!" Jazz said.
"It's, uh, no problem, Mr. Jazz." Azzra replied.
"Call me Jazz, Azzra." Jazz said getting back on his feet, but just then he remembered something, "Cliffjumper!" he shouted "Where is he?!?"
"Cliffjumper?" Azzra asked, "Do you mean the one they found still trapped in the debris? He's here, in a room right down the hall."
"That's good to hear!" Jazz said.
"Actually… No it's not…" Azzra began, "You see, your injuries are almost all healed, but, your friend wasn't so lucky…"
"What do you mean?" Jazz asked in a worried tone.
"Well," Azzra began, "I don't know how to say this, but… Things don't look good for him, he absorbed a large amount of damage in the crash. Most of his main components were damaged, and our doctors are unsure weather they'll be able to fix him."
"Well, can I see him?" Jazz asked.
"I guess it's alright," Azzra began, "But I warn you, it's not a pretty sight…"
Jazz walked into the room, and everything Azzra said was right. Cliffjumper was deactivated, his chest open, sparks flying everywhere. He then said to Azzra "Can I see a doctor?"
"Yes, I'll take you to one right away." She said.
EPOLOUGE: On the not to far away planet of Xiatron, Xiatronian ruler Zainex has his main scientist, Gravimus, relay to him the outcome of an experiment conducted by the Xiatronians.
"As you can see from these images, almighty Zainex," Gravimus began, "Our experiment on creating wormholes was a complete success!"
"Wait a minute…" said Zainex, pointing to something on the image, "What is that?"
"It appears to be an alien craft, almighty Zainex." Said Gravimus.
"Do you have a trajectory on where it landed?" Zainex asked.
"Yes we do, actually," began Gravimus, "Somewhere on the planet Demicron."
"Those Demicronians… When will they learn that I am their true ruler…" Zainex stated, "Prepare a shuttle, Gravimus! We're going to collect some aliens…"
TO BE CONTINIUED