Author's Note: I apologize for the delay, but exam time is now upon me, and I still have to write that Primus-be-damned essay for English class. I suck at writing essays. So here's the update. Don't bite my head off. If you do then you'll never find out how the story ends.

Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate SG-1, no matter how much I'd like to. I don't own Cybertron or the Transformers. I do own Ultra Rodimus and his skrill, Falcon.

Cyber Stargate

Chapter 5: Explanations

Taken completely by surprise, Ultra Rodimus stared at the four. For a long moment, he couldn't say a word. Finally, he regained control of his speech.

"You don't know?!" he sputtered, stunned. "How can you not know? Where have you spent the last twenty-three years, in a cave?!"

"Under a mountain, actually," the blond-haired man Ultra Rodimus had caught commented.

"Under a ..." Ultra Rodimus thought for a moment. "I thought I knew all of the secret underground bases. Hmmm." Then a thought struck him. "Let me guess. The Cheyenne Mountain complex, right?"

Startled, the four could only nod.

Ultra Rodimus grunted. "Figures. The only base on Earth your president refuses to tell us anything about."

"Hey!" Jack yelled. "You get no more answers until we get ours!"

The huge robot glared at him, obviously annoyed. Jack tried not to show his nervousness. He was pointing a gun at a being so huge he barely even reached mid-shin to it. Carter's gun, he noticed, was quivering slightly, and knew she was worse off than he was. Teal'c had turned several shades paler than usual, and looked as if the only thing keeping him standing was pure training. Daniel, on the other hand, looked more curious and fascinated than afraid.

"Hey, Stripes!"

Everyone turned toward the voice. A small yellow robot was trotting toward them. Beside it was a human man. The man wore a strange uniform.

"What are you doing here?" the striped robot asked.

"When the others realized that these four don't know about you, somehow, they figured that it would be easier for them to listen to another human explain. So Bumblebee brought me out." The brown-haired man turned toward SG-1. "Hello. I'm Spike Witwicky. Welcome to Cybertron."

Jack glanced up at the robot, who folded his arms over his chest and watched.

"Don't mind him," Spike told them. "And you can put down your guns. You don't need them here, unless you intend to take potshots at turbo-rats. I'll explain things to you, but first we should get back to the city. This area isn't safe. The ground is extremely unstable and the wildlife is vicious."

Cautiously, the four lowered their weapons. Teal'c powered down his staff weapon. Then he glanced aside and blanched. The other three followed his gaze.

From the ruins around the Stargate, more robots had appeared. One had a barrel of some kind on its shoulder. Another, red and white with an optic shield and no visible mouth, had red crosses painted on its legs and arms. One stood out, painted bright yellow. Several others gathered behind the largest, an impressive red, blue, and white robot. They varied in size, but none were as tall as the striped one was.

Something howled in the distance. The howl was answered by an entire chorus. The striped robot stiffened. "We have to go."

"Not until you tell us your name," Jack countered.

"His name is Ultra Rodimus," Spike answered for him. "He's the current Prime, something like a cross between a general and a president. He leads the entire Autobot faction."

The howling sounded closer.

"We're surrounded!" one of the other robots yelled.

"What's making that sound?" Sam wondered. "Is it like that creature we saw earlier?"

"No," Ultra Rodimus growled. "That was only a turbofox. Harmless. We leave them alone unless they start sneaking into our energy stores. This is worse. Cyber-wolves."

"Cyber-wolves?"

"Pack hunters. Very dangerous. They live in large packs, and have been known to kill each other if they have to."

Jack gripped his gun. "Why are they here?"

"Normally they won't come this close to a large group of Transformers. They must be really desperate. And that makes them even more dangerous than usual."

Red optics began to appear in the shadows. Metal clicked against metal. Then the cyber-wolves inched into the open.

They resembled Earth wolves to an almost uncanny degree. They stood as high as Ultra Rodimus's thigh, moved on four legs, but had smooth metal skin instead of fur. Red optics glowed over open mouths full of sharp teeth. In color, most of them were the same grey as the planet itself. Some had small spots of red or blue.

"There's the leader," Daniel said suddenly, pointing at one with a red blotch on its muzzle and one red paw. "See how the others are submitting to him?"

Ultra Rodimus glared at the lead cyber-wolf. It growled at him. He growled back. It studied him coolly for a moment. Then it sprang.

He swatted it out of the air. It crashed down hard, and he pounced on it. In no time he had it out cold and hog-tied.

The other Autobots charged forward, yelling. The rest of the pack scattered.

"Now let's get going!"

Ultra Rodimus swiftly transformed to his truck mode. The five climbed into his cab. The Autobots headed for Iacon.

"Start talking," Jack told Spike.

"The Autobots are a very old race," Spike told them. "One of the oldest in the universe, probably. They have a documented history that goes back more than ninety million years. For most of that time, the two races of Cybertron, the Autobots and the Decepticons, were engaged in a civil war. The planet was drained of energy by the fighting. Four million years ago, a group of Autobots left in search of energy. They were followed. After a battle in space, their ship crashed on Earth, and all of the passengers, both Autobots and Decepticons, were forced into stasis lock. They remained dormant until the volcano they crashed into, Mount St. Hillary, erupted in 1984. They woke up."

"They've been on Earth since 1984?!" Sam yelped.

"Since four million years ago, to be specific. They woke up in 1984. And the fighting began again, this time over Earth's energy sources. The Decepticons tried to steal them. The Autobots protected them. Less than a day after their awakening the Decepticons attacked the oil rig my father and I worked on. The Autobots rescued us. We became the first humans to work side by side with the Autobots."

"There's more to it than that," Daniel guessed.

"Yes, there is. But I'll leave it for the Autobots to explain once we get inside." Spike pointed ahead just as the towering walls of Iacon rose over the horizon.

To be continued...

This got a bit sidetracked. Sorry if it rambles a bit. I have a lot of things on my mind right now. There will be longer delays between updates, I'm sorry to say. Once I finish my exams I'll have to stay with my grandfather, and the old pest doesn't have a computer. Sorry!

Gromia: You have a fic? Huh. Hope you liked this chapter.

Fenestrae: No, I didn't kill Danny. I like him. I just needed to get Ultra Roddy out into the open. He and Jack will probably get along once all the issues over explanations are over with.

Worker72: You'd be surprised what some people can not hear. And the Transformers weren't in that area very often, if at all. Can someone please tell me what state Cheyenne Mountain is in? I'm a Canadian, so I really have no clue.

Kynight: I'm glad you liked it. Please keep reading.

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