Ratchet onlined with a furious processor ache, pounding against his CPU. The medic groaned, lifting the head off the desk his head was on. The Autobot looked around the room he was in. It appeared to be a classroom, due to the desks around the area and the various poster about Cybertronian anatomy. There was a camera to his right, bolted on top of the ceiling. The place where the windows usually were was bolted with solid steel plates. Blaster fire wouldn't take that down. Looking at the desk he was sitting behind, Ratchet realized that it was a teacher's desk, not a student one.

The big question was obvious. How the frag did he get in here? All Ratchet remembered was taking a single step on the school grounds and blacking out. Which meant two things: he owe Beachcomber an apology and there was some seriously weird stuff going on here if that happen. It almost seemed supernatural how it happened. Of course, Ratchet didn't believe in ghosts, but he had seen weirder stuff happened.

Seeing nothing that could help him out in this situation, Ratchet shakingly got up out of the very comfortable chair and into the hallway. The floor was checkered black-and-white, with beige walls, and the lights giving off a maroon color. Ratchet looked dazed by the weird style that didn't blend well with his red-and-white paint job before stepping out, looking for anyone. He transverse the hall until he turned at the corridor, stepping into a green-lit hall.

"Hello, Ratchet," greeted a certain mech, looking at a painting. His arms, feet, and lower body were colored blue, while the rest was yellow, with red flames on his arms.

"Nightbeat," Ratchet said.

"That's me," he replied, turning to look at him. "Quite a bit of trouble we're in," he remarked.

"Don't remind me," Ratchet said, rubbing his head.

"So, if I'm correct, we were all invited here because we were all the best at something, correct?" he asked.

"You got it right," Ratchet replied. "I'm the Ultimate Medic."

Ratchet

Ultimate Medic

Perhaps the most famous medic in the Autobot army, his hands have become legendary with how quick and efficient they work. It is rumor that not a single person has die under his care.

"No points for guessing what I am," Nightbeat said, turning back to the painting.

Nightbeat

Ultimate Detective

Nightbeat is a part-time soldier, full-time detective. He has had his hand in many different police cases and dabble in conspiracy theories for explaining various otherworldly events. His main theory has to do with the Institute, which, he says, is some sort of shadow organizations that messes with people brains, but everybody agrees that is just absurd.

"You should go find the other Autobots. They're around here somewhere," Nightbeat said with a shrug. Ratchet agreed, walking past him into the next hallway. "Don't forget to check the rooms!" Nightbeat called out from behind him. Ratchet did as he said, looking into the rooms. The first few revealed nothing, but the next one revealed a couple.

"Ratchet, what up?" A blue, red, and white Bot closest to him said, who had his arm crossed and rubbing his chin.

"Smokescreen, you're here?"

"Yep"

Smokescreen

Ultimate Gambler

Smokescreen is a liar, a cheater, and a near-obsessive compulsive gambler. When he is not acting as an aloof ally to the Autobots, he's getting in illegal games with the Autobots, winning most of the games he comes across.

"So, what do you think about being trap here?" Smokescreen asked.

"Right now, I just want to find the headmaster and beat his head in," Ratchet replied.

"Hah, good to know we're on the same page, although beating him is the only thing we can do. All of our weapons system have been turned offline," Smokescreen said darkly.

"Really?" Ratchet asked, before testing it out. He couldn't turn on his blaster, but he could bring out his medical devices. "Huh, blades and other devices work, but not the blasters," Ratchet noticed.

"That is very unusual," said a voice to his left. He turned to see a green bot.

"Hound. Where's the rocket that's always carried on your shoulder?" Ratchet asked.

I have absolutely no idea," Hound responded, rubbing his head.

Hound

Ultimate Preservationist

Hound is someone who cares deeply about preserving the environment. When Cybertron became a hell-hole wasteland, Hound despaired for a long time, until he visited Earth. Since then, he's been working behind the scenes on Earth to preserve it as well as the newly revived Cybertron.

"This whole place is very weird," Hound replied, looking stress. "Me and Smoke was looking for a way out, but we can't find any. Those plates are thick."

"That's putting it lightly. It's like trying to punch out Metroplex," Smokescreen replied. Totally impossible without the right tools."

"Right, well, I'd better go. Quick question, did you two black out when you got here?" Ratchet asked. The two looked surprise before both answered yes. "Now that is a mystery. I'd bet Nightbeat already figured out that it happen to all of us."

"Yeah, but why did we all experience them," Hound asked.

"I'm pretty sure no else has an idea on that," Smokescreen replied. "Anyway, you better go fine the rest. Me and Hound will continue to find a way out of here," Smokescreen replied, turning back to the window. Ratchet followed his advice, heading back into the hallway and into sight of someone else."

"Ratchet," Beachcomber said, the blue bot running over to him.

"Beachcomber," Ratchet said, looking down at the smaller mech.

"Hey, I have no idea why but I blacked out when we arrived, man," Beachcomber replied nervously.

Beachcomber

Ultimate Geologist

Beachcomber is probably the most knowledgeable person about what makes up Cybertron under the surface. A technical pacifist, he only fights to protect himself or others who can't defend themselves. He almost stayed out of the war until an incident involving the death of several neutrals and Autobots convince him to help the Autobots.

"You're not the only one. This has happen to everyone who's in here," Ratchet replied.

"Really? Aw, scrap..." he replied, looking around. "I know where a few more people are. They're in the main hall. We're supposed to meet there after we're done exploring," Beachcomber said, dragging Ratchet by the wrist and dragging him along. Ratchet followed along reluctantly, running behind him at an equal pace. The duo arrive to find a trio in the main hallway.

"Ratchet!" one of them reacted enthusiastically, running over to greet him. The bot was mostly white with some red lines on him and some kanji written on him. "It's good to see you again."

"Drift. Let me guess, you're here because of your swordsmanship," Ratchet guessed.

"Well, I don't think anything else I do is Ultimate level, so yeah."

Drift

Ultimate Swordsman

A former Decepticon, he defected after he met a faction of neutrals. He abandoned guns and became a swordsman, becoming one of the best in the universe, and joined the Autobots to make up for his past crimes and becoming one of the more religious members of the Autobots.

"Say, you think I can find some candles around here? I was hoping to do a ritual to dispel the pale aura surrounding this building," Drift asked.

"Dude, where are your drugs?" Beachcomber asked.

"I just woke up a few minutes ago. You know more about the building than I do," Ratchet admitted.

"Really? Wow, didn't realize you were a heavy sleeper," Drift said half-seriously.

"Yeah, I'll remember that comment the next time you're in for repairs," Ratchet threatened.

"There's the Ratchet everybody loves," Drift smiled. "Say, come say hi to Chromedome and Rewind," he said, walking over to them. Ratchet followed along, approaching the two.

"Hey, Ratchet," the small white-and-black 'bot with a red faceplate said.

"Hello Rewind. Still recording everything you see?" Ratchet asked.

"What else?"

Rewind

Ultimate Archivist

If Rewind didn't record you, you never met him. Always recording everything he sees, he acts as a recorder of major and minor events of history. Conjunx Enduras with Chromedome.

"Me and Chromey are just hanging around, waiting for everybody else to return," Rewind said, shrugging his shoulders.

"I'm guessing you two are still Conjux Enduras, correct?" Ratchet asked.

"Certainly," Chromedome replied. He was rather tall with a paint job of two different shades of orange and some white. "And we'll still be once we get out of this place."

Chromedome

Ultimate Mnemosurgeon

A skilled Mnemosurgeon, he dwells in looking into the memories of people, both living and dead. His most successful and well-known case was Decepticon psychopath, Overlord, obtaining information crucial to the Autobot cause. Conjunx Enduras with Rewind.

"How do we get out?" Rewind asked.

"We're Autobots. We'll find a way out of our situation, trust me," Chromedome comforted the small bot, drawing him in. "Nobody will hurt you."

"Hey, cheer up. Once Perceptor returns, he'll tell us how to bust out of this place," Drift optimistically said.

"If you had made a bet with that statement, you would've lost," a voice said from behind them. The group turned to see two people walking together. One was dark-red with some teal thrown in and a blue visor covering one eye while the other was blue-and-gray. The red one continued. "Those walls are thicker than the ones we use at the Autobot base and I can't find the Science lab here, hmpf" Perceptor explained, disgusted at the last part.

Perceptor

Ultimate Scientist

One of the most versatile and efficient scientist of either armies, he is always seeking knowledge from various places. His discoveries have change the way several people look at things going on the universe and has earn him critical acclaim from both sides, the Decepticons trying numerous times to capture him.

"Meanwhile, I've looked around and found absolutely no information about why we're here or who built this," the other bot said.

Mirage

Ultimate Scion

One of the most rich and affluent members of Cybertron, he used his wealth to help the Autobots fight the Decepticons, proving crucial in obtaining a number of supplies. He is also one of the ambassadors between the two sides, having wanting peace since this whole war started.

"Aw, man. That's a bummer," Beachcomber said, dejected.

"However, I will reluctantly admit that the person has exceptionally good taste. The paintings and digital art are all from extremely well-respected artist and the security cameras panels covering the windows are made from Titanium Dibirode ad laced with nanocrystaline diamonds. Those windows won't come down through sheer force," Mirage gloomily said. "We will have to find another way around them."

"That's unlikely," came someone else who just walked in, a yellow-and-black bot. I've check every single room and found no way out. Heck, some of the hallways are inaccessible to us."

Bumblebee

Ultimate Scout

Quite possibly the best scout in the Autobot army, and certainly the most well-known, his ability to sneak and see what the Decepticons had planned has been crucial in a number of Autobot victories.

"This place is trying to seal us off from everywhere, it seems," Chromedome mentioned.

"Ah, well. I guess we shouldn't worry about," Rewind mentioned from beside him. Once everybody sees the state of the building, the Autobots will just come on down and save us. I mean, no one could possible get away with this, could they?" Rewind asked.

"He's right," Drift agreed. "We just need to keep our spirits up and the Autobots will start busting the walls down.

"Need I remind you how thick these walls are," Perceptor said.

"Or how hard the window plates are?" Mirage added.

"Then they'll just use the big guns," Drift argued. "Don't they have laser drills and stuff like that?" Drift asked.

"I'm pretty sure what's in the window panes is in the walls as well," Mirage said. "These walls are not meant to tumble down just from some laser drills. You would have to use some really specific techniques to make these walls crumble," he argued.

"Guys," Beachcomber interrupted, "can we wait until everyone gets back before we start thinking of ways out of here?" Beachcomber asked anxiously, looking around. "We should talk about it as a full group."

"I'm fine with that," Drift said.

"Oh, hey Ratchet. Nice to see you up!" said a voice as they walked in. Ratchet turned to see Jazz rounding a corridor to him. "I see you got here just fine," Jazz added.

"If by fine, you mean black out as soon as I come here and have no idea how, then you're correct," Ratchet snapped.

"Ah, I see it happen to you as well," Jazz murmured.

Jazz

Ultimate Audiophile

One of the most knowledgeable person on music, both Earth and Cybertron, and the second-in-command of the Autobot army. He may be one of the most laid-back members of the army, but he is able to improvise and add style to everything he does.

"Yeah, it happen to all of us," Smokescreen said as he came in with Hound and Nightbeat. "Someone has a really fancy device in order to do this."

"This is more peculiar. I wonder which organization is behind this," Nightbeat wondered out loud. Before could toy with the thought, they heard the sound of a rumbling engine. Suddenly, a blue race car came around the corner and transform to robot form.

"There is absolutely nothing to entertain us here," the 'bot said. "They don't even have a race track or a bar."

Blurr

Ultimate Racer

The number-one racer in Cybertron until the war started, Blurr is one of the most fastest members of the Autobots, able to deliver critical items and details faster than anybody else.

"Perhaps we should worry less about entertainment and more about finding a way out," Perceptor admonished.

"Hey, judging by the look of things, we're going to be here for a while, so I just thought to check for anything to do," Blurr defended. "Besides, I'm sure Optimus will come in here soon and bust these walls down. We're not in any real threat."

"Well, getting off that, is that everyone," Bumblebee asked.

"I think so. I don't remember anyone else waking up," Hound said.

"So, Ratchet is the last one to wake up?" Drift asked.

"It would appear so," Perceptor agreed. "Which leads to what we should do?" Before anyone could offer an idea, a voice from the speakers rang out.

"Attention teachers!" a high pitch voice rang from the speakers. "Please head to the auditorium at this time!" the speakers rang silent at that announcement, leaving them by themselves.

"Alright, so how do we get there?" Blurr asked the group. At that, signs came down from the ceiling, showing arrows to where to go. "Ah, that helps," he said, walking over to where the signs pointed.

"Wait!" Rewind shouted. "Why should we head over there? We're safe here," he pointed out.

"Oh, really?" the voiced asked again. "Well now, if you don't follow the rules, you will be punished! And that would be terrible if that was to happen so soon before the fun even started," the voice said, trailing off.

"Punished?" Chromedome asked, confused, as was everyone else.

"Uh, I don't know about you guys, but I don't want to risk angering the guy. We should go there," Beachcomber said.

"I agree. Any objections?" Mirage asked the group. No one spoke up "Good. Now let's see who's responsible for this whole mess," Mirage encouraged, walking to where the arrows pointed towards. Everyone looked at each other before following along. The group walked around the place until they reached the double doors it led too. The group paused for a second before Bumblebee opened the doors, showing a big room. It was large room, being several stories high with a stage for an announcer to address the students. Walls were painted white except for the wall on the right painted a gun-metal gray. The chairs were painted a comforting red color and looked very comfortable to sit. It appeared that they had entered from the left side.

"Oh, good. I'm not alone," came a dark-green 'bot who was already sitting in one of the chairs. "I was worried there for a second."

Hoist

Ultimate Repairer

Normal in everything except his repairing skills, Hoist is one of the most sensible but withdrawn people in the Autobot ranks. Takes each day as it is, doing critical repairs like he earns a paycheck and stays in the background after accomplishing it, dismissing the praise he gets.

"Hoist?" Bumblebee asked. "You were invited too?"

"Yeah. I just woke up a few minutes ago and heard an announcement telling me to come here. I was hoping to find the rest of you here," he explained.

"Everyone, take a seat," the voice came back. Everyone hesitated before talking a seat relatively close to each other. Without pause, the voice started again. "Now, before I appear, meet the other teachers!" the voiced said, causing looks of confusion amongst everybody. Suddenly, the off colored wall split apart, revealing the other half of the room.

In there, the Decepticons were looking at them.