DMK: *cough* Eh, well, it's about friggin' time I got back into writing G-Gundam fiction... I bet after "Football" most of you hoped I'd never be back... Well... TOO BAD!!! I'm baaaaaaaaack!! *evil grin* and this is a CROSSOVER!!! AND I'M NOT GONNA TELL YOU WHAT ITS CROSSED OVER WITH!!!! BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Chibodee: Are you... okay..?

DMK: Me? Fine. ^^' I SWEAR, Mighty Meggy is rubbing off on me. Darn his evil evilness...

Chibodee: WTF!?

DMK: Eh... never mind... WAY over you head. *sigh* Sorry, I KNOW that this chapter probably makes the fic fit in more in TF/BW section, but I SWEAR I'll get some G-Gundam into it. That is, if you guys even LIKE it...

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Chapter One


"Hey bro! Look at what I found!" Exclaimed a certain Neo-Chinese Gundam fighter.

"What now?" Domon asked, irritated. He was busy training and didn't want to be bothered.

"I dunno! Just come here!"

Domon huffed, and stepped over to the area where Sai Saici was crouched, and gasped. "What IS that?!"

***

There was a loud knocking on the hard steel door. The sleeping form inside rolled over onto his side, his back facing the door.

"HEY!! Getcher aft outta bed!!" The one on the outside shouted in. "We have a MISSION IN FIVE!!!"

"Slag off," The half asleep one inside muttered nonchalantly. "Lemme recharge..."

With a hissing noise, the door opened, the lights flickered on, and a darkened figure stepped over to the bed. "I said, GET UP!!"

BOOM!

"OW!!"

CRASH!!

Now he was awake. From the floor, the drowsy one just stared up at the red, gold, and white visage of his aggressor. "Aw, come on Jetfire! Haven't had a decent night a' sleep in about ten lunar cycles." He moaned childishly.

"That ain't my problem. Prime's sendin' the two of us and Smokescreen on a mission."

"Get Sideswipe t' go... I ain't interested."

Jetfire drew his foot back and glared down at the mech in front of him with his gold optics...

"Okay! Okay! Fine! I'll go! What the heck does he need all three of us for, anyway?"

The Vice commander of the Autobots sighed. "Another Minicon's been found."

"Well that's not too bad-"

"-by humans." Jets added flatly.

The yellow and orange 'bot that was now sitting on the floor shot up. "WHAT?!"

Jetfire nodded simply.

"Oh this is great. The last thing we need right now is for humans to find out about us."

Then, over the PA system, came, "Hotshot, Jetfire, report to launching bay, now!"

Hotshot sighed. "Joy."

***

"So... what is it?"

Rain peered closer at the odd green panel with a magnifying glass. It was about a foot wide, with a blue 'M' engraved in the middle, and was giving off a yellow-green glow.

"I have no idea... It doesn't even seem human made..."

Chibodee looked up, thinking. "So what, it's some kind of evil alien... thingie...?"

"I can't be sure... Where did you find this again, Sai Saici?" Rain asked, turning to the youngster beside her.

"Lodged under some roots of an old tree... buried." He looked at the weird glow. "Uh, sis? You sure that thing isn't radioactive or something?"

"I doubt that," She answered, looking at the panel again. "But there are some kind of energy signals being transmitted from it. And if it was underneath a tree, it has to be old..."

Schwartz, from where he was leaning up against a tree, opened his eyes and left his pensive state. "But what is it doing here?"

"I don't know... Ah!"

Suddenly, the green panel flickered to life, the light around it growing brighter. Shooting up from it came a strange array of different colored lights.

"Now what's happening?!"

***

"Ooookay... so WHERE is it that these humans have found it?" Hotshot asked a bit nonchalantly.

Another mech, this one navy and white, didn't look up from his computer console for a moment. "It's in a part of South America, an area called the Guiana Highlands."

"And Optimus is sending out three of us? What gives?"

Almost as if on cue, a red, blue, and silver 'bot, the one they called Optimus, emerged into what was the launching bay. "Because of the Gundams."

"The what?"

Optimus Prime looked to the one working on the computer. "Red-Alert? Why don't you explain it?"

Red stopped what he was doing, and looked at Jetfire and Hotshot. "Well... humans are quite a bit more advanced than any of us had thought, as you can tell from those orbiting space colonies. They have even been able to manufacture giant pilotable robots called Gundams. One Gundam from each colony nation is used every four years in a tournament for universal supremacy called the Gundam Fight."

"Sooo, what you're saying is that, every four years, humans get into robots, fight, and the last one standing rules the world?"

"... In a sense, yes, but they do abide by certain rules and regulations."

"And you think that these human built robots can cause a threat to us Transformers?" Hotshot asked skeptically.

"I have done a bit of research on these Gundams... they are NOT to be taken lightly." Red-Alert then pressed a button on the console, and a holographic image of two Gundams battling appeared.
One Gundam was red, white, and blue, with strange 'fins' or wings on its back, while the other was gold, green, and red, with what looked like dragon heads on his arms. The four Transformers watched as the two fought, and eventually the clip ended.

Hotshot stared. "Ooookay, so they can fight..."

"Heh," Jetfire chuckled. "Wouldn't mind sparring off with one of those things just to see where I stand..."

"Now that I would pay to see."

The four mechs in the room turned to see yet another Transformer enter, this one orange and blue, with a huge towing crane on his right shoulder.

"Hey! Smokescreen! 'Bout time ya showed up!" Hotshot teased happily. "You gettin' old, or what?"

Smokescreen shot the youthful mech a glare, then turned his focus to Optimus. "So when are we moving out?"

"Right now. And I don't want any unnecessary human interaction, understand?"

The three chosen for the mission, Hotshot, Smokescreen, and Jetfire, nodded and answered with a unanimous, "Yes sir!"

***


The Gundam Fighters made a mad scramble away from the glowing panel, unsure of what was happening. In a bright flash of light, the green hexagon had disappeared, and in its place, a small human-sized robot crouched.

"What- what the?!"

"What IS that?!"

Startled by the shouts, the robot leapt off the table and began to run.

Chibodee turned to the King of Hearts, his expression asking, "NOW what?!"

"AFTER THAT ROBOT!!!"


TBC

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Hotshot: *loooooong pause* Dude! THAT SUCKED!!

DMK: No dur... I don't know what I did here, I just wrote this in about fifteen minutes' time, so sorry if things are messed up. Reviews and GENTLE flames are accepted... wait, no, NO FLAMES are accepted. Yesssss. No flames...

Hotshot: Well, if you KNEW this would suck, WHY did you write it?!

DMK: *cackles* I've always wanted to see Chibodee or Sai Saici beat the snot out of you, THAT'S why.

Hotshot: *sniffle* That's not... nice...

DMK: ....aaaaaaaand your point is...?

Hotshot: .... u_u''

DMK: Well, just review, mmkay? Oh and remember: NO FLAMES!!! Buh-bye now! ^_^