optimusprimus001 claim: Transformers is not claimed as mine, owned as mine, or shown as mine. Though I think you're all aware that the havoc caused in this fanfic (which, by the way, is begginning to pick up in this chapter ; ) IS mine...

Disclamer: All Autobots/Decepticons are owned by Hasbro and whomever else. HK is in reference to a Star Wars character, HK-47, and is hence liscenced to Lucas Arts Studio/Star Wars/ George Lucas. There will be about 5 possible characters based off of Star Wars characters in the future chapters, and such bases will be noted. Note: ZT-48 is based off of HK-47 (to be discribed in chapter).

Optimusprimus001: AHHHH! Rescue me from the evil of people that shall result in my inability to excel in other classes other than math due to the concern that i am inable to do mathmatical evaluations!... (realizes people are staring)... er... I'm not crazy... really... >>; I've just been working on this story too long... And not doing homework for school...

Shiori: Then why don't you leave the story for a few weeks before posting the next chapter and use the time to do homework? It is spring break after all...

Optimusprimus001: WHOOO! SPRING BREAK! (Runs around in circles, chasing megatron with a stick)

Megatron: AHHH! GET HER AWAY!

Shiori: (buries her face in her hands) Oh brother... Optimus Prime!

O.P.: Don't get me invovled... (thinking: I don't want to know... I don't want to know...)


5. Encounters

Growling and muttering irritably, Red Alert headed down a hallway alone. He knew he was being rather incooperative with everyone, but since when would they care about what he felt or thought? If Optimus wasn't himself, who said he had to be? Hot Shot just didn't understand what war could really do to a bot- he had the fortunate chance to be created near the end of the Second Great War. What was so great about that war compared to the other wars anyways? Was there some big secret that no one told me about to make the war so much "greater" than the other wars? What made the First Great War 'great' in the first place? Fifteen million deaths on both sides? Twenty million? Red Alert paused. Is it an accomplishment to have that many deaths? Why would Optimus want to go back through those dark times? Wasn't it hard enough to take those deaths the first time, rather than have to go through it again? Who in their right mind would want to go through that again!

Red Alert threw his fist into the wall beside him with a growl, only to be reminded that the ship they were in was made of a reinforced metal by the sudden aching throb in his hand. Taking his hand away from the wall and cradling it in his other arm, Red Alert mentally cursed himself for not thinking about that sooner. Of course its reinforced, Red... The ship wouldn't have survived the recoil of all that firepower it put out if it wasn't... Giving his hand a painful shake, he continued down the hallway, wondering why no one was following after him to make him come back. Of course, at this point he didn't particularly care why they weren't. Who'd want me unless someone was hurt? Lately it's the only thing I'm called for anymore. When Hot Shot's tires have been shredded by a spydor droid, who comes to fix it? Red Alert. When Smokescreen gets roughed up in a training spar, who comes to repair him? Red Alert. When Optimus is damaged from one thing or another, who comes to seal the wounds and reinforce the armor? Red Alert. Always Red Alert. Why not some other noticably skilled medic? Why always... always... Red Alert?

"It's not fair," Red Alert growled as he walked around a corner and found himself in a darker corridor. "Why am I the only medic around to be called on to fix everything that goes wrong? I can't be in fifteen million places at once."

"Amused Query: Who would expect you to be?" came a soft voice from behind him. Startled, Red Alert whirled around and found himself face to face with a droid he hadn't seen in a long time...

"HK...? What... how in the universe...?" Red gasped, optics widening at the towering, black droid that stood before him.

"Hesitant Reply: That is a rather complicated answer as to why HK is alive. It should be sufficeint to know that it was- and always has been- possible, largely due to the Master," the droid said slowly.

"The... Master?" Red Alert asked uneasily, suddenly very aware of the fact that the droid had a long, glinting, light-blue sword in his hand. Wait a minute, he just refered to himself in third person...

"Confermation: Yes... The Master," the droid said, before pulling his sword back and jumping forward with a downwards slash of the light-blue blade. Stepping back, the droid watched Red Alert crumple to the ground with a deep gash in his chest armor. With a soft hiss, it said softly, "The Master... Will not be underestimated, nor disobeyed."

Red Alert looked up at the taller droid weakly, and wondered at the light blue optics the droid had. Then all he knew was the darkness...

"Unnesseccary Statement: Especially taking into account that I am not HK-47. Introduction: I am a droid, Yes. However, my designation is ZT-48..."


"Just lying there in the hallway, Sideswipe? Are you sure no one else was there?" Optimus's soft voice penetrated through Red Alert's awareness. In a hallway? I was in a hallway... What was I doing in a hallway? Red Alert wondered weakly.

"Yes, sir. Nobody else, though I was more worried about Red Alert's condition when I saw him..." Sideswipe's quiet answer was drowned out by a furious Hot Shot. Are they talking about me?...

... Throwing his hand into the wall, the pain of reinforced metal throbbing through his hand... Why was his chest throbbing painfully too?...

What happened? He lay still, trying to concentrate on determining if the voices were real, but the echo of pain in his chest hurt more than his attention wanted to give. Deciding that if he could feel the after-effects of the pain in his chest circuits, then the voices had to be real. Granted, they weren't loud voices, but real voices nevertheless. Where am I?

"What was he thinking!"

"Calm down, Hot Shot. We're jus' as concerned about him as you are," Jetfire's voice sounded strained, as if he was trying to hold something back...

... A long, blue blade slashing through his chest armor accompanied by a burning pain that tore through his circuitry...

"Don't you "Calm down" me! Why didn't he tell anyone where he was going!"

"Hot Shot, ya know how Red gets when he's stressed- he was probably lookin for a 'quiet place' like he usually does when things get crazy..." Jetfire trying to reason with the younger bot...

...A black droid with light-blue glowing optics burning into his, looking down at him...

"Uhhh..." Red Alert moaned weakly and instantly Optimus was beside him.

"Are you alright, Red?" He asked, concern glowing in his silver-gold optics. Red Alert coughed slightly and replied, "I think so. At least I vaguely remember what hit me, anyways..." A moment later Jetfire let out a loud yelp.

"Yeow! Hot Shot...!" and a few seconds later the teenage-ish bot was on the other side of Red Alert with a slightly furious and concerned look.

"What were you thinking, going off like that without telling anybody! You said yourself this ship has got a mind of its own, not to mention this place is huge!" he demanded.

"Hot Shot," Optimus began, only to be ignored by the younger bot.

"Were you just asking for something to come hitcha upside the head or somethin!"

"Hot Shot!" Optimus growled with a bit more force, giving the younger bot an irritated glare.

"What!"

"Be quiet. Red Alert left before we gave the rest of you data on the ship layout, so he didn't know how big this ship is. Not to mention that he just woke up. Give him some leave-way, alright?"

Hot Shot looked as if he'd just been slapped. He started to protest, but decided against it, snapping his mouth shut with a nod. He then looked at Red Alert with such concern on his face that made the medic wonder just how long he'd been offline. Before he could ask the question, Jetfire came up behind Hot Shot, placed his hand on the younger bot's shoulder and said, "You've been out for almos' two days now. We repaired ya completely, but ya still need some rest... Whatever hit ya had a big energy charge behin' it."

Red Alert nodded silently while Optimus turned and slipped out of the room to leave Jetfire, Sideswipe, and Hot Shot to watch over Red Alert while he healed...


"Are you sure you want to come with us, Red?"

"Why not? Someone has to keep an optic on you after all..."

"What's that supposed to mean!" Hot Shot demanded, crossing his arms and giving the medic a suspicous look. Red Alert merely shrugged and asked, "Why don't you try to figure out what it meant?"

"Well, if yer comin' then how about ya two get yer rear-wheels movin'? You two'er holdin' up the whole group," Jetfire suggested, heading down the walkway between the ship and the dock, followed by everyone else that had joined the adventure unintentionally.

"Jetfire?" Vector Prime's voice rang out from further behind the Air Commander questioningly. Jetfire paused to turn around and look at the ancient mech.

"What?"

"What is the name of this ship?"

"The Mrrisst, why?"

"The Mrrisst!" Vector Prime yelped, turning to look back at the ship, "This is the legendary mercenary ship!"

"Uhm, yeah. Can I ask... Why yer so suprised?" Jetfire asked hesitantly, stepping to the side so that the others could get past him.

"The Mrrisst... I can not believe it... The Mrrisst? Amazing... What an amazing condition its in!" Vector Prime breathed to himself, leaping off the walkway and transforming into his spaceship mode to get a better look at the huge battleship they'd come in. Jetfire shook his head as he turned back towards the rest of the group to find everyone had gone past and were leaving the room already.

"Hey! Don' leave us behind!" He cried and ran after them with a shout at Vector Prime to be quick about what he was doing...


"Have you ever been here, Red Alert?"

"What do you mean by 'here'?"

"Well... You know," Hot shot said vaugely, gesturing his hand around them. "To the Generation Dimension... Dimensions...?"

"Yes, I have. Though it was a long time ago during the war."

"Is that where you met Optimus, Jetfire, and the others?"

"Only Optimus was around on the battlefield back then," Red Alert laughed. "But that's where I first met the droid that attacked me the other day."

"What was the droid's name?"

"I don't know the droid's full designation number, but I never came across another one like him... We called him 'HK', but he was quite the droid..."

"What do you mean by that, Red?"

"Well, for starters he had a rather intreguing personality. A little prone to threatening and violence. Although, he knew how to back up those odd little threats of his with a plasma carbine pretty well... I suppose someone finally got him badly damaged, seeing as he used to have a rusty-red color of armor instead of the deep-black he had the other day. He had a good shot with that carbine of his..."

"Plasma carbine? I thought he attacked you with a energon sword."

"I know what he attacked me with- but you're right, it is odd that he didn't have the plasma carbine with him..."

"Yeah," Hot Shot said slowly before asking, "Do you think he lives in the Mrrisst?"

"Maybe. I don't know, the whole situation doesnt add up right... I wonder what he's up to now."

"What do you make of it? I mean, why do you think he attacked you?"

"I don't know what to make of it, Hot Shot. It's just so... so odd... It doesn't make sense. Why would HK show up on the ship unless he's been there the whole time? In which case the next question would be 'how did he get there in the first place?' He isn't from the Cybertron Dimension... At least, that's what he kept telling us... As for why he attacked me, there isn't a practical or half-practical reason or explaination," Red Alert sighed, tossing the empty oil can he had found several days earlier up in the air and catching it again. There's so many questions I want to ask, but I know he might not even tell me the answers if I didfind him again...

"Stop! Identify yourself!" a feminine voice shouted from further ahead, making both of them stop. Hot Shot tensed as he looked in the direction the voice came from. As Red Alert looked in the same direction, he asked, "Who said that?"

"I dunno... Do you think we should check it out, Red?" Hot Shot asked worriedly.

"Well, considering Optimus is up there- Wait a minute! Where are you going!" Red Alert broke off as Hot Shot leapt forward and ran down the hallway. Red Alert followed him, muttering "So much for my opinion about what we should do..."

As Hot Shot ran ahead, Optimus's clear voice echoed back with the reply "I think I'll pass on the 'Identifying myself' part, thank you." A few moments later, a resounding crash echoed down the hallway, followed by a shout from Jetfire...


Alright... Since I have the next two chapters done already... I think I'm going to work on homework for a few weeks before posting the next chapter. Maybe I'll work on some of the other unfinished chapters in that span of time and post another chapter sooner. Or maybe not...

Note to Spirit Prime: Thanks for the advice, but I've tried that before. ; It doesnt help much. Writing fanfics like this does, and so that is what I am going to do- and post them for your amusment...