A heavy ramp lowered, squishing a small fuzzy technorganic creature with large doe-like eyes into pudding-like oblivion. A large purple and green robot stepped forwards, shielding his eyes with a heavy armored claw. "It's . . . it's beautiful!" Scorponok exclaimed.
Behind him, Shockwave's cold, logical voice could be heard. "Of course it is beautiful. Cybertron's metallic spires are known galaxywide for thei--" The robot stopped in midsentence as he looked out on the grass. " . . . What the f---?!"
BW Megatron joined them. "Yessss... hideous, is it not? This is why I have gathered you, the legendary leaders of the Decepticon Empire. Only with your strength and power can we hope to overcome this. Yessss..."
The silver and black Megatron limped out. "Ooooo..." He began to romp in the flowers, tucking several behind his ears. Galvatron looked out, visibly shaken. "Bwah?"
"Logic dictates that you've brought us to the wrong planet," Shockwave said, crossing his arms.
"I have been accused of misdirection before," BW Megatron said drily, "but my navigational skills are not at fault."
"I like it. I reminds me of home . . ." Scorponok said, watching G1 Megatron gambol and skip through the flowers.
"We must restore Cybertron at once," Shockwave said. "So logic dictates."
"I agree, yesss . . . and first, I believe we should call on a certain kitten . . ."
"You wanted to see me, sir?" Silverbolt walked into the makeshift throne room they'd built in Megatron's abandoned head/ship.
The yellow figure on the throne shifted. "Ah, yes, Silverbolt. Well, as you know, we have a lot of uncharted territories out there--" He waved an arm vaguely skyward. "--and we need explorers."
"I would be honored to serve the Maximal Empire in such a way!" Silverbolt said formally.
"Yes-good-well-the-ship's-out-there-mustn't-keep-it-waiting--" Cheetor began pushing the condor towards the door.
"Certainly. Just let me fetch my consort, Blackarachnia, and--"
"Remember-that-jealous-love-subplot-we-had-in-Season-Three-of-BW?-Well-she's-staying-here-with-me,-birdboy!"
"WHAT?" squawked Silverbolt in dismay as Cheetor the Supreme bodily shoved him out the door. A few nanoclicks later, there was the roar of a ship taking off. Cheetor smirked, rubbing his hands together. "Having fun doing the space explorer thing, birdbrain. Meanwhile, I'LL be doing--"
"--nothing, pussycat . . . because you'll be dead. Yesss."
"Megatron!" Cheetor gasped, then spotted the other figures. "And Megatron! And . . . uh . . . Gulvatron or someone . . . I knew I should've paid more attention in history class . . . and . . . some big scorpion guy! And a purple guy I don't know!"
"Imbecile. Killing him will be an act of mercy, yess" Megatron muttered.
"DRINK!"
"Yesssssssss, thank you Galvatron." BW Megs turned to Cheetor and slammed his fist into his head.
Cheetor whipped out his bishouen katana. "I'm warning you... I have the power of the ORACLE! I'm superior to you technological--"
"Hypothesis: Shut up." Shockwave turned to Galvatron. "Do you like drinking?"
"DRINK!"
"Right... Cheetor is from Alchoholics Anonymous."
There was a brief moment of calm.
Then Mister Particle Cannon paid a visit to Cheetor's groin.