Hey everyone! Took me a while to put this together but I am very pleased with it. This chapter introduces my two new OCs plus our other characters for this story. I hope you like this chapter.

Transformers: G-9

Chapter 2: Garrus-9

Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers

TRIGGER WARNING: Self harm

(One year later- Garrus-9 penitentiary)

The startled femme's optics snapped open as she woke up from her nightmare. She frantically sat up and vented heavily as she looked around. Seeing she was still in her cell, she calmed down and let out a big vent. Once she was calm, she laid back down and stared up at the ceiling, the red light from her optics bouncing off of it. She could hear the sound of prisoners shouting at each other from down the corridor, arguing about who knows what while the guards yelled at them to be quiet.

She looked around at her cell. One berth, three walls with drawings scratched on them, and a door that allowed only a small bit of light through the window slot. She shut her optics as she thought back on her nightmare. She had it so many times. So many times, that she remembered every detail. For six months it haunted her. She could still hear the sound of bots screaming in agony. And the monster... it scared her to death.

Her optics immediately opened when she heard one of the guards walking over to her cell. Opening up the bottom slot in her door, he slid in a cube of energon into her cell.

"Get up, Con," the guard said, looking at her through the window slot, "time to refuel."

She ignored him as she remained on her berth.

"You can at least try to drink some of it," he said in annoyance, "you didn't even touch yesterdays."

She still refused to budge.

"Do you want me rat you out to the Doc?"

Her optics instantly locked with his after he said this. Knowing he meant it; she frowned as she slowly got up and walked over. She continued frowning at the guard as she picked up her meal and walked back to her berth.

"That's what I thought," the guard said before walking away.

Watching him leave, the femme vented as she begrudgingly refueled.

(Elsewhere)

Approaching the planet Elba, a group of bots were sitting in a small ship as they waited to reach their destination. Sitting near the back with a data pad in his servos was a small young bot with yellow and blue armor and light blue optics. He smiled as he looked through the pictures on his data pad, showing him with a bunch of bots laughing and having a good time.

Sitting across from him were two identical bots with red armor and blue optics, except one was a flyer and the other a grounder. The flyer looked very uneasy as he looked around at the ship they were in.

"Is it just me or is this ship getting smaller?" he asked, "it's getting smaller. Why couldn't we be transported in a bigger ship?"

"Bro, relax," the grounder said, "we'll be there soon."

"Soon," the flier repeated with a frown, "I really hate that word. What does that even mean? Ten minutes? Five hours?!"

"Just calm down. Think of your happy place."

"Anywhere but here is my happy place!"

Hearing him, the yellow and blue bot looked up at him. "You okay?" he asked.

"He's fine," the grounder said, "he just suffers from slight claustrophobia. Among other things."

"Shut up, bro," the flier grumbled.

The grounder extended his servo out to the yellow and blue bot. "Name's Fastlane," he said, "and this is Cloudraker. We're clone brothers."

The bot smiled as he shook his servo. "I'm Charge," he said, "you're new guards too?"

"You betcha!" Fastlane said, "though, not really by choice."

"Yeah, no thanks to you!" Cloudraker said to his brother with a frown, "we wouldn't be going to Garrus-9 if you hadn't pulled that stupid stunt!"

"Oh come on!" Fastlane argued, "it wasn't stupid. I just miscalculated is all. Besides, no one got seriously hurt."

"You ran over our commanding officer and knocked a stack of energon cubes on top of him!"

"And now he'll have a funny story to tell in the far future," he said, making Cloudraker roll his optics. He looked back at Charge. "We were stationed at Thunderhead Pass. What about you?"

"I was a scout," Charge said, "Prowl offered me a spot at Garrus-9 and as you can guess, I accepted."

"What, you didn't like being a scout?" Fastlane asked.

"No, I loved it," Charge said, "I just thought this would be a nice change. Besides, we'll be working under Ultra Magnus' command! How cool is that?!"

The two brothers groaned in unison.

"You mean the most 'by the book' bot ever in existence?" Fastlane asked, "I heard the guys so boring he can't even say the word fun."

"I can't believe we had to read a whole ten thousand page manual before the transfer," Cloudraker said.

Fastlane paused and looked at his brother. "There's a manual?"

"I've heard many stories about him," Charge said, "he was an awesome fighter! I can't believe he left the battlefield for Garrus-9."

"I heard his last mission was a complete failure and he lost over half of his squad," Fastlane said, "it was so bad he refused to go out in the battlefield again."

"Wouldn't you if you were responsible for all those deaths?" Cloudraker asked.

"Bro!" Fastlane said with a frown.

"What?" his brother asked, "just saying."

Just then a voice spoke over through the intercom.

"We are approaching Elba now," the pilot's voice said through the speakers, "we will be landing very soon."

Cloudraker groaned loudly. "How long is soon?!"

(Garrus-9)

(The Yard)

After everyone was refueled, the prisoners were led out into the yard. Some of them joined with their usual groups while others went to play cube or take part in other activities.

Soon as the black and grey femme stepped out into the yard, she walked over to the far corner and sat in her usual spot at the table. The table was covered in drawings scratched in like her cell walls. There, she silently began scratching in a new drawing with her digit. She never spoke to any of the other inmates. When she first arrived at Garrus-9 most of the inmates knew who she was. They would try to ask questions, but all she would do was silently look at them with an intimidating expression, making them fearfully back off. After a while they soon learned to just let her be.

Well, not all of them.

As she sat there drawing, it wasn't long before one of the prisoners walked over and stopped in front of her. She didn't bother looking up. She already knew who it was.

"Whatcha drawing this time, Nebula?" the mech voice asked in a mocking tone.

She refused to answer as she kept drawing, not even looking up at the blue con.

"Every day in the same corner," he said, "exactly what goes on in that head of yours?" The con leaned down in front of her to try and get her attention. "Hm. And to think you were one of Megatron's best. And here you are doodling on a table in a prison yard. Seems pretty pathetic, don't you think?"

The femme continued ignoring him as she drew.

Her silence started to annoy him as he stood up straight. "Hey, I'm talking to you! Aren't you going to say anything?!"

Nothing.

The con growled in frustration as he balled his servo into a fist. But before he could punch her, a red femme appeared and grabbed his arm.

"Wha- what the heck, Shatter?!" he asked angrily.

"Easy, Dropkick," his partner said before letting him go, "Ultra Magnus warned you what would happen if you started another fight."

Dropkick looked at the black and grey femme and scoffed. "Whatever," he said before storming away.

Soon as he left, Shatter looked at Nebula and smirked. "Six months and you still haven't said a single word. At least to any of us. Seems rather rude, don't you think?"

The femme refused to acknowledge her as she continued her drawing.

Shatter smirked. "Of course you're not going to answer me. You're too stubborn. What happened to you? Last I heard, the great Captain Nebula was one of Megatron's fiercest warriors who would not hesitate to shred any autobot who stood in her way. You and your crew spread destruction and bloodshed among the stars. And yet all I see is a washed-up decepticon sulking in a prison yard."

Even though she listened to her words, Nebula refused to make eye contact as she tried to focus on her drawing.

Shatter chuckled. "Nice chatting with you." Looking at the drawing, she flexed her sharp digits and scratched Nebula's work, ruining it. "Oops," she said mockingly before walking away.

It took every ounce of self-control for Nebula not to lash out at the red femme. She looked up to see Shatter walking over to her partner who was laughing. Nebula vented as she shut her optics. Ever since she arrived, those two had been constantly trying to torment her. She eventually learned to just ignore them. Still, she found their attempts very aggravating. She looked down at her drawing. Despite Shatter's scratch marks, she continued on.

(Landing zone)

Soon as the ship landed, the first to exit was Cloudraker as he rushed out through the hatch. He bent over and heavily vented once he was on the ground.

"Longest. Flight. Ever," he groaned.

Fastlane went to his brother's side and patted his back. "You'll live," he assured him.

Charge soon stepped out of the ship and looked around at the penitentiary. "Whoa!" he said in amazement, "this place is bigger than I thought it would be."

Standing there to welcome the newcomers was a tall blue and white bot and an orange, black, and white bot. The latter frowned as he looked at the group.

"This is what they sent us?" he asked, "these lunkheads won't last a week here, Sir."

"Give them time, Kick-Off," the bigger bot said, "we'll make guards out of them yet."

Kick-Off looked over at three of them. The red flier was still hunched over, looking very sick while the red grounder swerved around in circles in his vehicle form. The younger yellow and blue bot had his data pad out and took a selfie with the three of them in it.

Kick-Off remained unconvinced. "Right," he grumbled before they walked over to the group. "All right, bots, fall in!" he yelled at them.

The new bots immediately lined up and stood at attention as the two approached them.

"At ease, soldiers," the warden said, "welcome to Garrus-9 penitentiary. I am the warden, Ultra Magnus and this is my head guard, Kick-Off. He will be assisting you during your first couple weeks here. I trust you have all read the manuals you received before coming here."

"Sir, yes, sir!" everyone said, except for Fastlane who muttered "maybe," under his breath.

"Good," the warden said, "let us begin the tour."

The group followed Ultra Magnus and Kick-Off as they walked towards the prison. As they walked, Charge caught up behind Ultra Magnus to speak to him.

"I hope you don't mind me saying this Sir, but it is really an honor to meet you," he said, "I mean, you're a legend! You've got to be one of the greatest commanding officers to ever lead their team to victory."

"I was only a soldier," Ultra Magnus said, "I was following orders as I always do."

"But you were the one who took on a whole platoon of decepticons. You even fought alongside Optimus Prime in the battle of Polyhex and freed a group of bots from-"

"Oi, Charge, is it?" Kick-Off said to the young bot, "this is an orientation, not a history lesson. Ultra Magnus doesn't have time to share any stories."

Feeling down, Charge nodded. "Of course. Sorry Sir," he said as he fell back and rejoined the twins.

"Who shoved a pole up that bot's tailpipe?" Fastlane whispered to Charge and Cloudraker as he frowned at Kick-Off.

Entering through the gate, they walked into the building. The groups optics wondered around the room as they looked at the large structure.

"Nine levels, over a hundred and fifty guards, and eighty-three inmates," the warden said as they kept walking, "we have many threat level inmates in containment here, from vehicons to threat level nines. Those who are classified as threat level nine go through spark extraction to keep them under control. As for the rest, we keep them in their own personal cells. Your job is to make sure those ones stay in check." Walking to a door, Ultra Magnus put in a code and unlocked the security lock. They walked in through the long room with a bunch of empty cells.

"I take it this area's vacant?" Fastlane asked jokingly, making some of the other bots laugh.

"The prisoners are currently in the yard," Ultra Magnus said, "we allow them time outside during the day."

"What about the fliers?" Charge asked, "what keeps them from transforming and flying out of here?"

"Each inmate is given a mode lock chip that connects to the back of their necks, keeping them from transforming."

"What if they try and take it off?" Cloudraker asked.

"The chips are deeply connected. If a bot were to try and remove it, it would send an electrical shock strong enough to stun them. The only way to deactivate them is remotely."

"I've heard the decepticons use mouth flowers to keep their prisoners from transforming," Fastlane said.

"Mouth flowers?" Charge asked him.

"Inhibitor spikes," he said, "real nasty little things. What the cons do is they screw them to the top of a bot's mouth. If a bot were to try and transform, a sharp metal spike would shoot up right through their brain. Instant termination."

Charge shuddered. "Yikes!" he said.

Kick-Off growled under his breath as he lowered his head.

"Well, unlike the decepticons, we're more humane than that," the warden said as they reached the other door. Walking out of the building, they head over towards the yard where the prisoners were being kept. Looking through the containment fence, they saw some of the prisoners playing cube while the rest either just talked to each other, worked out, or just lounged around. The ones that were talking stopped and turned to look at the new bots.

"Why are they looking at us like that?" Cloudraker asked as he looked at the malicious expressions on some of their faces.

"They can tell you're new," Ultra Magnus told him, "If you want them to take you seriously, don't show them you're intimidated. You're the guard, you're in control. Not them."

As they walked by, Charge looked at the corner of the yard to see a lone femme sitting by herself. She was slim and well-built with black and grey armor with bits of faded blue. Her red optics were fixed on the table as she scratched into it. Feeling his gaze, she lifted her head and locked optics with him. His optics widened in surprise as they looked at each other. Though he noticed she didn't look at him menacingly like the others. Not even a frown. She almost looked... sad?

"Hey newbie, keep up!" Kick-Off shouted at him.

Snapping out of it, Charge ran and caught up with the group. "Sorry, Sir!"

Nebula watched as the young bot caught up with the others as they kept walking. As they walked further away, she could hear Dropkick and Shatter talking to themselves about the newcomers.

"New guards, huh?" Dropkick said with a low chuckle, "they don't look so tough."

"The autobots have really been scraping the bottom of the barrel, haven't they?" Shatter added.

"It be a real shame if they got hurt," the mech said as he pounded his fist into his servo.

Nebula listened to the two maliciously laughing as she glanced over at the building where the group disappeared. Even she had to admit the new guards didn't look like much compared to the others. She doubted they would even last long. She tried her best to ignore Shatter and Dropkick as she continued her drawing. After adding the details, she finished and stared at the image.

It looked exactly like the monster in her dream. The sharp fangs, the pointy talons, and the scratched out hollow eyes staring back at her as if it was alive.

As she looked at the drawing, Nebula soon found herself lost in thought. Time went by as she listened in on a conversation between two decepticon prisoners, bragging about how they used to offline autobots. She started unconsciously scratching her arm as flashbacks started racing through her mind.

The shooting, the energon spilling, everything. The more she remembered, the harder she scratched. She could hear the sound of screams and blaster fire in her helm as if she was back in the past. She could see the horrified faces as if they were right in front of her.

"Hey!"

Snapping out of her thoughts, she looked up to see a guard looking at her with a disturbed look on his face.

"What the frag are you doing?" he asked.

Looking down at her arm, she saw she had scratched so hard she actually damaged her armor and was now leaking energon. Looking at the large deep scratch marks, the femme let out a groan.

(Inside the Penitentiary)

Soon as the group went back inside, they toured more of the prison and learned more on how everything worked. One room in particular stood out from the rest.

"The spark extraction chamber," Charge said as they stood in front of the door.

"Yes," Ultra Magnus said, "this is where we deal with the threat level nine prisoners. When a prisoner's spark is removed, it is placed in another chamber known as The Rig and is held there until I say they can return to their bodies."

"How many threat level nine sparks do you have in containment?" Cloudraker asked.

"Enough to raise Hell if they ever get free," Kick Off said.

"Sounds fun," Fastlane joked.

"Believe me, it would be far from fff...fffff..." Ultra Magnus said as he struggled to say the last word.

"Uh, fun, Sir?" Charge asked.

"Yes, thank you," the warden said, "let us continue."

Cloudraker looked at his twin. "Wow," he said in disbelief.

"Told ya," Fastlane said.

They kept walking until they reached another door. Inside the room were four bots, two playing a foosball game while the other two just sat at the table drinking energon.

"And this is the officers' recreation room," Ultra Magnus said.

One of the two bots playing the game spun the handle and knocked the ball right into the slot. "Whoo!" he cheered, "three in a row! You owe me thirty creds."

The other bot groaned before looking over to see the group standing there. "Hey, the newbies are here," he said with a smirk, "welcome to your worst nightmare, recruits."

"Fifty creds say they won't last three days," the other said.

"Knock it off you two," an older femme's voice said. The new bots looked over and nearly leaped out of their armor when they saw an old minty green arachnicon femme standing there. The three couldn't help but stare at her spider limbs on her back and her four yellow optics looking at them.

"Whoa!" Fastlane said.

"Pay no attention to Sprocket and Jackpot," she said as she approached the group, "name's Cogwheel, G-9s own medic. And yes, I'm an arachnicon, so I suggest you get used to it."

"Uh, nice to meet you," Charge said, trying to be polite.

Just then the femme received a call on her commlink. Putting her digit to her audio receptor, she answered. "Yes?" she asked before frowning, "Again?! I'll be right there." Letting out an annoyed vent, she ended the call and looked at the newbies. "If you'll excuse me, I must deal with a medical situation. I expect you all to report to med bay later for checkups."

"But we've already been examined before coming here," Cloudraker said, "we're fine."

"I'll be the judge of that," she said sternly as she walked to the door, "and don't make me hunt you down."

The bots glanced at one another as she left the room.

"She means it," Ultra Magnus said, "it would be wise for you all to not underestimate her."

"Is it just me, or did she sound like Ratchet for a second?" Fastlane asked.

"Believe it or not, she and Ratchet worked alongside each other back in the day," Ultra Magnus said, "in fact, she was the one who mentored him."

"Oh scrap, we're doomed!" Fastlane said grimly.

"Wait, exactly how old is she?" Cloudraker asked.

"I wouldn't ask her that if I were you," Jackpot said, "one of our guys tried, and then the next day there was a job opening."

"You think that's bad? One time a guard tried to skip out on his appointment, and she hunted him down and sucked out all of his energon," Sprocket said, trying to scare the newbies even more.

"That's enough, Sprocket," Kick-Off told him sternly. He looked at the new bots. "Sprocket and Jackpot here are fellow prison guards." He pointed at two others sitting at the table. "Those two over there are Broadcast and Siren. Broadcast has been with us for a few months now and works in the communications center. Siren is in charge of announcements."

"HI THERE!" Siren said loudly.

Everyone's audio receptors rung as they covered them.

"For crying out loud, Siren!" Jackpot said angrily, "indoor voice!"

"SORRY!" he apologized loudly, making everyone cover their audio receptors again.

"I can see why his names Siren," Charge said as he whacked his audio receptor.

"WHAT?!" Cloudraker asked as his audio receptors kept ringing.

"Ow ow ow!"

Everyone turned around to see a guard dragging an orange bot by the audio receptor into the room.

"Look who I found up to no good again, Sir," the guard said to Ultra Magnus as he let go of the bot.

Ultra Magnus frowned at the orange bot. "What did you do this time, Rollout?"

"Nothing!" he said, "I'm innocent!"

"I caught him in the weapons vault, Sir," the guard said.

"Again?!" Kick-Off asked with a frown.

"To make sure everything there was still accountable," Rollout said, "you never know when some idiot might sneak in and try to take something."

"And an idiot did," Broadcast said as he gave him a look.

Rollout turned around and frowned at the silver and green bot. "Hey, Nerd, I didn't catch that. Come here and repeat it to me face to fist!"

"That's enough, soldier!" Ultra Magnus said sternly, "Rollout, I told you before you have no business in the weapons vault."

"I didn't fire anything!" he said.

"That's because I caught you in time," the bot said, "I found him in there holding a grenade launcher."

"I wasn't going to fire it in the room. What am I, stupid?" He immediately looked back at Broadcast. "Shut up," he said before the bot could even say a word.

"I have told you that you are not permitted to enter the weapons vault, Soldier," the warden said, "perhaps a month of cleaning duty will help remind you."

"What?!"

"Two months.

"Bu-"

"Should I make it three?"

Rollout groaned. "No, Sir."

"The mops in the corner there," the warden said as he pointed, "and if there's even one spot that's been missed, I'll make you start all over again."

Grumbling to himself, Rollout walked away to grab the mop and bucket.

"I still can't believe that lunkhead was a spy," Jackpot said.

Charge looked at him. "He was a spy?" he asked.

"Apparently one of the best, according to his record."

"Was the best!" Rollout boasted from the corner, "I got the job done every single time and every time a great success. Soundwaves got nothing on me."

Broadcast gave him a look. "Really? Because last I checked, spies are supposed to be a lot more quiet, sneaky, cunning, and... well, not you."

Rollout glared at him. "Why I oughta-"

"That's enough you two!" Ultra Magnus said sternly.

Fastlane looked at Rollout as he walked by with the mop and bucket. That's when he noticed the bot's weapon on him. "That's quite the gun you got there," he said.

Rollout stopped and looked at it. "Yep," he said, "an electro-magnetic rocket launcher. Never go anywhere without it."

"Isn't that a bit much for a prison guard to carry?" Cloudraker asked.

"I said I never go anywhere without it," the bot said as he shot him a glare, "you gotta problem with that, Punk?"

"Uh, n-no, Sir," Cloudraker said, now intimidated by him.

Letting out a humph, Rollout walked away to start his punishment.

"He also really enjoys weapons," Sprocket added, "pretty much anything big and loud."

"REALLY LOUD!" Siren said.

"Siren, SHUT UP!" Jackpot shouted as everyone covered their audio receptors.

(G-9 Med Bay)

Nebula soon found herself in medbay with the guard waiting in the room with her. Soon Cogwheel entered and looked at the femme.

"What happened?" the medic asked.

"Caught her clawing up her arm," the guard said, "must have been quite an itch."

Frowning, Cogwheel walked over and looked at the decepticon's arm. "How did you even do this to yourself?" she asked sternly, "for crying out loud, didn't we just file down your digits to keep you from doing this again?! Do I have to remove your servos too?! If this keeps happening, they'll restrain you!"

A small groan escaped the decepticon femme's mouth.

"Don't you give me that, you did this to yourself!" the medic scolded her.

Nebula vented but remained silent as the medic grabbed her tools. Taking her arm, Cogwheel began patching her up.

As the arachnicon worked on the damage, she looked at the decepticon, knowing something was wrong. She let out a vent. "Look, I know when someones carrying around baggage," she said, "we do allow prisoners to have any type of medical treatment needed, including therapy. If something's bothering you, I know a bot you can talk to. A really good friend of mine, best in the business. I can speak with Ultra Magnus and have him brought here if you like."

The femme still didn't say a thing as she looked away.

Cogwheel let out a vent. "Well, if you change your mind, just say the word. But I strongly suggest you consider it."

Nebula remained silent as Cogwheel continued patching her up. Once the doctor was done, the guard escorted her back to her cell. Soon as she stepped inside, the guard sealed the door shut behind her.

"If you ask me, you don't deserve help," the guard bitterly told her before walking away.

Hearing his footsteps slowly disappearing, Nebula made her way over to her berth and laid down. Staring back up at the ceiling, Cogwheel's words echoed in her helm, making her let out a vent.

The last thing on her mind was getting help. For all she cared, she would rather just rust away in her cell.

(Meanwhile elsewhere)

Somewhere on a moon far away, a battle was waging over an autobot energon mine. Both sides fought fiercely as blaster fire shot across the field. Over on the decepticon side, an orange and green con stood up and fired his blaster, offlining an autobot in the process. He grinned as he saw the autobots starting to falter from their attack.

"Keep firing!" he ordered his team, "Megatron will reward us greatly for seizing the mine! Decepticon victory is in our grasps!"

But just as they were about to claim their said victory, they heard a noise coming from above. Looking up, their optics went wide as they saw a familiar blue, white, and purple aircraft heading straight for them. Swooping down, the craft split apart before transforming into a much larger con. Optics glowing red, Overlord grinned as he stood up and looked at the group.

"Not bad," he said, "so... who's in charge?"

The cons were terrified as they looked up at the Phase Sixer.

"Slag, slag, slag..." one whispered.

"Didn't he disappear like a year ago?" another whispered to his comrade.

"What the frag is he doing here?" another asked quietly.

The orange and green con walked over to the larger con. "I am, uh Overlord," he said, "Predator General Skyquake, Sir."

"Of course," Overlord said, "you talk like you're in charge. Well, Skyquake, I am here to tell you there's been a change of plan. You will all be working for me now."

Murmurs spread among the group as the cons looked at each other in confusion.

"What?" Skyquake asked.

"You heard me," Overlord said, "I am assuming command from this point forward. Now all of you pack up. We're going on a trip."

"Hold on!" Skyquake argued, "we're not going anywhere. Lord Megatron gave us direct orders to seize the energon mine."

"And then what?" Overlord asked him, "hold it until someone comes and takes it for their own? And what do you get out of it? A pat on the back? I have something much better in store. For all of you. Come on, Skyquake, what do you say?"

Skyquake frowned at him. "Look, I am in command here. The last thing I need is you taking over my mission for one of your whimsical displays. We will continue on with Megatron's orders and seize the mine as instructed."

Overlord watched as Skyquake turned around and walked away from him. "Oh Skyquake, I did try," he said. Then without warning, he pulled out his gun and shot Skyquake in the back of the helm. "Why couldn't you?"

The cons fearfully watched as their leader's headless body fell to the ground. Looking back at Overlord, they were too afraid to aim their weapons at him.

"Anyone else have a problem?" he asked.

The cons immediately shook their heads.

"Nope, we're good!" one said.

"No problem here, uh Boss!" another said.

Overlord grinned. "Good," he said, "now, pack up your gear. We're moving out."

"What about the mine, Sir?" one of them asked.

Looking at the energon mine, Overlord raised his gun and fired multiple shots right into the mouth of the cave. The shots hit the raw energon, causing a massive explosion. Any remaining autobots in the area were either flown forward or caught in the blast.

"What mine?" Overlord asked as he lowered his gun and walked away.

All optics were wide as the group looked at what was left of the mine. Not wanting to make him impatient, they immediately grabbed their weapons and followed after him.

"Where are we going?" one asked.

Overlord grinned. "Our new home."

And that was chapter two! I hope you like my OCs Nebula and Charge so far. And don't worry, more of their backstories will be revealed as the story goes on.

I am very happy with the characters I've chosen, and I hope you liked them too. I originally was going to have Fortress Maximus be the warden like in the comics, but the more I typed him out, the more I felt that Ultra Magnus was a better option.

Anyway, that's all for now. Hopefully I will update again soon. Until next time! God bless!