Author's Note: I really apologize for the delay, but I just finished writing exams. I had to write English, math, and chemistry. My mom was pestering me about studying, so I had little computer time. Now I'm trying to update both of my active fics. Please don't hurt me.

After this update, there will be a lot of lag time. Now that I'm finished college until January, I'll be spending a lot of time at my grandfather's. He does not have a computer. I probably won't get to post another chapter for a couple of weeks. Sorry!

Disclaimer: I think you get the idea.

Cyber Stargate

Chapter 6: More Explanations

As the city came into view, the four newcomers leaned forward to stare out of Ultra Rodimus's windshield at it. Carter squinted, but was unable to make out any real details.

"I can't see anything," she confessed. "Just a dark shape. It should be easier to see during the day."

Ultra Rodimus made an odd sound. "This is day."

"How is that possible? Day should be brighter than this!"

"Cybertron is a wanderer planet," Spike explained. "It doesn't orbit a sun. As it rotates on its axis, the amount of light from nearby stars changes. Not by much, but enough to make some kind of a distinction between night and day. After a while, you get used to it. You'll be able to see once we enter Iacon."

Daniel leaned forward to stare at the polished dashboard. "Mr. Prime?"

"Call me Ultra Rodimus. Prime is more of a title than a name, at least in my case. Every previous leader in our history has borne the surname Prime, but it was decided that my name was long enough already."

"I get the impression that I'm not the first person you've caught like that."

"You aren't. Since we started allowing humans and humanoids onto the planet, no few adventure-seekers have ventured into the Badlands. In the last couple of years about seven people have fallen to their deaths in the Rift. I've had to catch about forty more. And many people who came out here never even made it to the Rift."

"What happened to them?"

"Cyber-wolves. They'll eat anything, and they're difficult to get rid of. Probably a couple of turbofoxes, too. And turbo-rats. At least they didn't go any further south."

"What's in the south?" Jack asked.

"Deep pools of waste fluids and spilled body fluids from the various wars. Toxic liquid lakes. And living in them are vicious beasts called cyber-crocs."

"What is a cyber-croc?" Daniel asked.

"Cyber-crocodile. Picture a monster with the head of a Baryonyx on a long, powerful neck, attached to a body similar to an Earth crocodile but with legs under its body instead of sprawled out sideways. Give it long toes and webbing between them, then give it claws like an eagle's or a bear's. Add a long, thick tail and armor of overlapping metal scales, and the attack speed of a rattlesnake. Then make it over 150 feet long and let it loose. That's a cyber-croc."

"Oh."

Iacon's main gates began to open. Light spilled out, illuminating the golden-orange metal and scaring a curious turbofox back into the darkness. The Autobots drove through the gates into the lit courtyard.

SG-1 stared out at the city. It was built like a fortress. The thick outer walls had mounted weapons, and slits that could be opened for someone to shoot through. A transparent metal dome protected the city from above. The walls and the dome were covered in scorch marks.

Ultra Rodimus stopped and opened a door. "Everyone out."

His passengers climbed out. He closed his door and transformed.

The four members of SG-1 stared up at him. Now that they could see him clearly, they noticed things they hadn't before.

If he'd been human, he would've been called gorgeous by most females. Even as a robot he was quite handsome. Sam couldn't help wondering if he had to ward off females of his own race. They also noticed the coat he was wearing.

Daniel peered at the material. It was mainly silver, patterned in shades of blue, green, red, yellow, purple, and several other shades. Its surface had an odd shine to it. The patterns formed spots and stripes of color, running from top to bottom in even strips. Noticing that Ultra Rodimus wore knee-high boots of the same material, Daniel reached out to touch it.

"Feels scaled," he commented.

"Snakeskin, actually," Spike told him. "Damn big multi-headed snake went after him on a planet with a name I can't even pronounce. He killed it before it could do any real damage. The natives made the coat and boots from its skin. Those scales are surprisingly durable. I've seen plasma blasts bounce off them."

Ultra Rodimus flipped his hair over his shoulder. "Shall we?" He headed into the city. Spike and SG-1 followed.

"You never introduced yourselves," the tall robot commented casually as he led them through the corridors.

"I'm Colonel Jack O'Neill," Jack answered. "This is Major Samantha Carter, a.k.a. Sam, Dr. Daniel Jackson, our archaeologist, and Teal'c."

"He isn't human," another Autobot noted.

"No, he isn't."

Ultra Rodimus headed for a door. It opened as he approached. Several other Autobots waited inside.

"What's going on?" Jack asked.

"Information exchange. We tell you about our dealings with Earth, and you tell us how you got here and why." Ultra Rodimus lifted them onto the table and walked to his seat, at the head of the table.

"How about introducing everyone?" a grey robot asked.

Jack repeated the introductions, pointing to each member of his team. Then he turned toward Ultra Rodimus.

"You already know my name," the big robot commented. "These are my command staff. Ultra Magnus is my second-in-command, Kup is my advisor and mentor, First Aid is our chief medic, Hot Spot speaks for the gestalt teams, Mirage for the scouts, Arcee, Springer, Sideswipe, Jazz, and Smokescreen speak for the regular troops, and Blaster is our communications officer. Perceptor over there is our resident scientist."

Sam looked confused. "If you guys have been active on Earth since 1984, how come we haven't heard of you?"

Ultra Rodimus shrugged. "That's what I don't understand. There's no reason you shouldn't know, unless someone has been deliberately keeping information about us from reaching you. I wouldn't put it past some people in your government. That's probably why you don't know. Someone doesn't want you to."

"There have been rumors about giant alien robots filtering into the SGC for years," Daniel commented. "Everyone considered them just that- rumors. No one ever took them seriously."

"Do we look like rumors to you?" the Autobot identified as Springer asked.

"No."

"I'll have to have words with your president about this," Ultra Rodimus growled under his breath, eyes flashing green. Then he returned his attention to SG-1. "Jazz, since you were on board the Ark when it crashed, you can tell our visitors what happened back then. Once we're finished, then we'll hear what they have to say."

To be continued...

That's another chapter down. It didn't go quite as I planned, but that couldn't be helped. Can someone PLEASE tell me what state Cheyenne Mountain is in? I really need that bit of information. Now here are my reviewer responses:

Executor Zurg: I'm glad you like it. No one seems to write crossovers between two realities very often, and the reviews aren't always the best. I have yet to get any real flames, and I'm happy for that. Thank you for your compliments, and I hope you keep reading!

Fenestrae: I know what you mean. Whenever I get into the exam room, my IQ seems to fly right out the window. What's even more annoying is that after the exam is over, you start remembering things you should've put down. I really hate that. And here is chapter 6 for you.

Gromia: Here's another chapter. Hope you like it. You must be a really picky writer if you've been working on one fic for months.

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